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DATING NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Mark Lee

A ⇴ AFFECTION 

His favourite kind of affection was when you’d have your hands in his hair. He loved to feel your hands brush though his soft locks and pull him a little bit closer whenever you needed him to be right there for you.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING 

When the two of you first met, Mark was very awkward, he didn’t have the slightest clue of what he wanted to say to you. He could barely string a sentence together until one of the members called him out to start with at least a hello and introduce himself, and from there, you loved to tease him about it ever since.  

C ⇴ CONFESSION 

It didn’t take Mark long at all to know that you were the one that he wanted. He was far too shy to confess in person, so he sent you a demo of a song that he would have written just for you, leaving it until the very last minute to let you know how he felt. When he saw your name flash up on his phone he panicked, only to see that you’d text him and begged him to let you in and get you out of the cold to be with him.

D ⇴ DATES 

You knew just how dedicated Mark was to his work, so you’d often end up surprising him on those late nights with dates set up in the studio for you. You also knew that Mark was a terrible cook, so as long as you showed up with a bag of takeout in hand, then you were going to be safe for the night. He’d spend all night long telling you about his projects, whilst he always worried that you’d think he was bragging, all you see was a hard working and passionate guy who loved his job, and you.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE 

Mark had seen plenty of other people in love, but never himself before. He always had an idea of the type of boyfriend he’d be, and whilst he was the first to admit that he wasn’t perfect, he was determined in making his first experience of love his last too. He wanted to always be the one that would be there for you from the moment that he met you, just as long as you were willing to help him learn along the way. Day by day, he knew he was getting better at being a boyfriend, and that was all that mattered to him.

F ⇴ FIGHTING 

Neither of you were fond of arguments, but you were human too, and appreciated that they were just a part of being in a relationship. Whenever the two of you argued, one of you would always walk away before things got too bad, you were both very good at minding your tempers. Usually, after an hour or two the person who walked out would return so that the two of you could talk things through with each other and nip the problem in the bud before it became too big a hurdle for you to jump over. Major arguments were definitely a problem when the two of you were already so shy.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY 

He often joked about his family got in contact with him a lot more since you’d came into his life. He loved to tease you and let you know that you were the favourite in his family��s eyes because they got in with you so well and always asked after you whenever Mark was on a call by himself.

H ⇴ HOME 

Rooming with a manager definitely had its perks for Mark, he always gave the two of you space you needed in the dorm. Therefore he was a little reluctant to move out of the dorms and in with you, he wanted to wait a little while and see the direction his career took first, and also make sure his other members were alright.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU” 

He was the first one to say, “I love you,” when you surprised him with a Canadian Day after you heard him talking about how much he missed home. Seeing the effort that you went to in order to put a smile back on his face meant the absolute world to him, and he couldn’t repay the favour in any other way then finally letting you know that he loved you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY 

Mark tended to doubt himself a lot, which would lead to a bit of jealousy at times. You’d often have to reassure him not to get jealous of anyone, you loved talking to people, but if you ever left his side at an event then he’d definitely begin to worry. No matter how many times you told him not to get jealous, you knew that he’d never a listen. It was a feeling that he just couldn’t get rid of, no matter how hard he wanted to. He knew he never really had a reason to get jealous, but that didn’t stop him feeling the way that he did.

K ⇴ KIDS 

If there was one thing Mark definitely saw in his future, it was kids. He very much had an ideal plan of what his life would like in years to come, he’d even picked out the perfect age to start a family. Whilst he never told you about his future plans, just in case he pressurised you, you were very much aware of just how valuable and important having a family was to him and how keen he was to start one in the future with you.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER 

One of the biggest things that Mark worried about was whether he could make you laugh or not. Any time that he didn’t see you at least with a small smile on your face would worry him. He worked hard at everything that he did, and that included making you happy. To cheer you up, he’d often search up things to do that would put the smile back on your face, and do a lot of research into your favourite cheesy jokes that he knew would get a reaction out of you each and every time. It was one thing he always made sure to do every day, knowing that if you ever had a bad day when you were around him then he’d never forgive himself.

M ⇴ MISSING 

Having spent so many years away from home, Mark never thought he’d experience the feeling of homesickness again, until you came along. He was never afraid to admit when he was struggling, but sometimes he’d forget about you in it all. There would be days sometimes when you just wouldn’t here from him because Mark didn’t know the right things to say to feel better. It’d only be when you’d message one of his members and ask them what was going on that he’d get the kick he needed to message you and sort himself out too. He still never knew the right things to say, but his members wouldn’t let him go until he said something.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES 

He often called you “sweet,” because you reminded him like the maple syrup at. You were adorable and cute, and reminded him exactly of the sweet tooth he had whenever he had maple syrup from back home.

O ⇴ OBSESSION 

Mark was obsessed with your hair, he loved to have his hands in it almost as much as he loved to feel yours messed in with his. Playing with your hair was always comforting for him.

P ⇴ PDA 

Subtle gestures were how Mark would often be affectionate in public with you. When he walked past you, he would usually kiss your cheek, or if you appeared beside him suddenly his hand would rest against your shoulder or arm just to remind himself that you were back by his side and safe.  

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS 

He would love to ask your opinion on nearly anything he did. Having your approval on anything was a huge bonus to him, but if something didn’t quite hit the spot for you, he’d refuse to let it go until you’d told him exactly where you thought he could improve or do better next time.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS 

For any occasion that the two of you celebrated, Mark would write a song for you. You knew that he loved to compose anyway, and anything that he came up with was something that you adored, but it was the pieces he wrote just for the two of you that held the biggest place in your heart. To see the effort he went to in order to find the perfect lyrics meant the world to you, and of course, he delivered each and every time.

S ⇴ SEX 

There were definitely times when things would get awkward for you both, and neither of you could do nothing more than laugh. For the best part, he would be a complete romantic, but then that shy side of Mark that you’d grown to adore would often make an appearance. You loved how caring he was during intimacy, even if he did end up making a bit of a fool of himself, just knowing you were happy was more than enough for him.

T ⇴ TEXTS 

He was definitely someone who would text, usually to let you know if something was up. You’d often end a shift to see a text from Mark to let you know that he’d be working late that night and to make sure you didn’t wait up for him.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE 

The two of you complimented each other very well, you shared a lot of traits which meant that you were able to be incredibly understanding and supportive of each other which was all that Mark ever really wanted.  

V ⇴ VACATION 

As the two of you didn’t end up finding the time to travel often, Mark would always fly your family, or his, maybe sometimes even both, in to visit the two of you instead. He knew your breaks were to spent with your families, regardless of where the two of you were in the world, just having them there with you is enough.

W ⇴ WHINING 

Mark wanted to be the perfect boyfriend, so if something didn’t quite go his way then he’d definitely whine and make his frustrations clear.

X ⇴ XXXXX 

He’d often find himself planting kisses against your skin, especially when you were nice and close. With your hands in his hair, there was no greater feeling for Mark then when you’d tug at him gently and pull him closer towards you so that you could press a soft kiss to his lips. A nervous giggle would always come after it, your kisses often left him feeling shy, but it was by far one of the things that you loved the most about him.

Y ⇴ YOU 

You were his biggest fan who supported him no matter what.

Z ⇴ ZZZ 

The two of you would always fall asleep close together. You’d often feel Mark’s hand tap against your skin as he came up with little melodies or ditties whilst he drifted off to sleep, using you as his instrument.

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PMTOK HORROR AU: INTRO

LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOO! Nearly four thousand words! (I’m trying to get back into writing, so if you guys want to see another part of the games translated into the Horror AU, send me an ask!)

The circle was completed.

The Craftsman took a deep breath, raising up and putting the vial of Blue Paint on his nightstand. The blue lines were glowing slightly on his floor, the circle just big enough for one person.

Good enough for him, it was an emergency anyway. The Sailor was already too late by a few days. He walked to it’s middle, bit his thumb, and let the blood drip upon the lines. They glowed brighter.  “Flipflopside.” He muttered, and his world was engulfed in blue.

When colors came back to him, he was at the gate of the town. He entered town, and sighed as he recognized the decorations all around. Had circumstances been better, this festival would’ve been Olly’s first exposure to the outside world.

But Olly having disappeared a week ago, along with some very important supplies, was the reason the Craftsman had scrambled to gather and create the necessary blue paint to teleport.

He stopped at the town square. Where... was everyone? He frowned at all the decorations strewn around. It was like an hurricane had gone through town. He groaned in exasperation, before continuing his way toward the Lady’s Castle. If the town was having problems, then she would be too busy to offer help with finding his son.

He... honestly doubted anyone would’ve been generous enough to help in the first place, which is why he had prepared arguments about why his worry over his son going missing wasn’t just a parent thing (which it wasn’t, but it was the main reason, and they didn’t need to know that), but rumors had it that the current human lord- or in this case, lady- was a generous and kind one.

Yeah, if she was anything like her uncle, then he wasn’t holding onto hope.

He finally arrived to it’s front door, knocking once. He was expecting to have to knock more, and then for someone to come open the door. Instead, the door grinded open, having obviously been left as such. He hummed in concern, looking around, before entering, on-guard.

And just as he entered, the door slammed behind him, making him jump. He hurriedly turned back toward it, trying to open it again in vain. Door locked. He groaned in exasperation. He was getting rusty.

He slowly walked through the corridor, his footsteps echoing around him as he looked around. The place was strangely... dark and silent. For some reason, he felt like he was the only one there. He reached the end of the corridor, opening another door (this one properly closed, but not locked) and arrived at what he could only assume was the lobby.

The door at the top of the stairs opened, and out came the Lady. Long blonde hair, dark skin, and pink eyes... yep, no doubt, it was her, even if there was something... off about her that he wasn’t sure he could place. He had never formally met her, after all.

“How good... to see you...” She said in a discordant voice, and that immediately squashed any doubts the Craftsman had about this being her normal self. There was, at least, hypnosis involved.

“Answer me this... shouldn’t this miserable kingdom be unfolded... and be refolded unto glory?...” He shook his head, a hand reaching into his apron to get his paper scoring tool, the sharper end gleaming like a shiv. Better safe then sorry.

“And what of those... humans?” The venom dripping from her voice surprised him, even if he wasn’t a fan of other humans himself. “Shouldn’t they be silenced forever?” Oh, he didn’t like were this was going. Whoever was pulling the strings on her, they were the kind of scum that would make even the former Count recoil in horror.

“... I see... Last question.” She started as he grind his teeth together. “Will you crease yourself and be reborn, like me-”

“Lady of humans,” He started as he took a step forward. She didn’t react at that, freezing and keeping lifeless pink eyes on him. “You’re not in your right mind right now. Please, let me try to undo whatever magic is making you act like this-”

“Wrong answer.” She started, and the Craftsman realized he had made a mistake. “Right answer. It matters not.” She said, tilting her head in a stilted manner that exposed her shoulder and the thick silver lines on it. No doubt, powerful binding magic was at work. “Your replies are all paper thin.”

The floor suddenly opened under him, a discordant goodbye accompanying the fall. And then his world was wrapped in pain and darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on a cold ground, and five faces -or at least what he assumed where faces, what’s with the loss of his glasses- were looking down on him. “Oh, he’s waking up, he’s waking up!” One of them said, making the four others back up as he sat up.

He blinked, blurry. “Have any of you seen my glasses?” He asked. “They’re round with black frames. Their lenses are thick, and they have a retainer with purple and yellow beads.” The retainer was especially important to him, a reminder of the only relationship he remembered fondly. “If any of you are well-versed in magic, they’re also imbued with some pretty powerful protection spells.”

“Is that why they didn’t break?” Someone asked, handing him an object that shone under the dingy dungeons light.

He nodded, taking them in hand on pushing them up his nose. “Yes, thank you.” He then blinked as he regained vision, and looked around. All of those people... “You’re all monsters?”

One of them flinched at that, while another took a defensive stance. “Is that a problem, old man?”

“No, of course not.” He answered, bringing his knees to his chest. “If anything, I sympathize more with monsters than humans. We’re terrible.”

One of the monsters, who looked pretty young, came nearer. “So you don’t hate us?”

The Craftsman chuckled, patting the little plant monster’s head. “When you get my age, you don’t have much energy left for hating everything in sight. So I keep it for people who are truly deserving.” Like the chucklefuck who broke into his home, kidnapped Olly, stole most of his magical supplies and half of his Origami ones.

Suddenly, the door opened. More monsters, but those ones moving just as stiffly as the Lady earlier, entered. “Come with us...” The one standing at the front, who wore a ancient demon mask, ordered. The Craftsman got up, groaning as some of his bones popped, as everyone exited the room. He was about to follow them, when the masked monster held a hand up. Restrained fury was radiating off of the monster. “Not you.”

And just like that, he was alone again. He sighed, sitting down on the ground. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? The wall over there seemed pretty brittle...

He got up the inspect it, gently dragging his palm across it. Hello? A little voice suddenly asked, making him jump back in surprise. Oh no, please don’t leave! It said again. Was it coming... from the wall? 

He caressed the wall again, frowning. “Are you... trapped inside?” He asked, feeling dimensional magic weaved into the wall.

Oh, yes I am! The voice of the young girl started again. I’m in a very strange place, like I’m trapped in-between dimensions!

“You will be delighted to hear to your situation is nowhere that severe, then.” He snarked. “You’re merely the victim of a dimensional spell. Nothing that can’t be broken.”

Really!? The voice exclaimed, it’s (her?) happiness evident. I think there’s some Paint nearby, could you use it to draw a magic circle? I can use my own magic for the rest. He hummed non-committedly as he got up, heading for the boxes pilled in a corner.

After a strong enough push, they toppled, their content spilling. Mostly empty vials of Paint, beside one that seemed to hold enough for one circle. But more importantly, a crack in the wall that was big enough for him to slip through if he tried was there. But just as he was about to leave, the little voice made itself known again. You... you’re not leaving, are you? She asked in a tearful tone.

He stayed frozen for a moment, before groaning in exasperation and turning back toward the wall. He quickly made his way there, emptying the vial over his fingers and drawing a circle around himself. It then started glowing a golden color, the image of a hand appearing within it. “Shapeshifting magic, uh?” He picked at the wound on his finger, opening it again and letting blood drip once more.

The Craftsman watched, bewildered, as his arms flattened and folded like accordions. He then gathered himself, and ripped the wall away, shaking his arm back to normal as whoever was trapped in the wall detached herself. “Whoo! I’m finally free from the wall!” She exclaimed cheerfully as the Craftsman’s eyes widened in disbelief. Blonde hair, golden hair, the hat with two points... and those eyes... “Hi, my name’s Olivia! You-”

“I know who you are, girl.” The Craftsman interrupted, bringing a hand up. “I’m the one who designed you.” That seemed to shock her, her hat flying of her head as her eyes sifted sizes.

“What!?”

“And I must admit, whoever folded you did an excellent job. Almost makes me jealous.” He wasn’t jealous, but fucking furious, but not at her, and that wasn’t important right now.

“But- you- I-”

“Look, for now, let’s focus on getting out of here before those guys come back, alright?” He proposed, grabbing Olivia’s small hand and squeezing them gently. She nodded, an adorably determined pout on her face as they went through the secret passage. “Stay behind me, don’t make a noise, and above all else, do not tell anyone your name, got it?”

Olivia nodded, following the Craftsman as they slipped through the crack. They quickly walked out of the cell, both of their eyes shifting around to make sure no one was coming. The corridor seemed closed off, magic keeping the dungeon isolated from the rest of the castle.

“Unhand me!” As they heard a voice come from the other room, they quickly hid amongst the boxes near said room. The Craftsman flushed himself against the wall near a small crack, chuckling to himself as Olivia imitated him, before peering inside

The sight of the notorious Count folded into what was basically a wet floor sign would’ve made the Craftsman laugh if it wasn’t for the implications behind the type of magic needed to restrain him. There was also the fact that he was being held up by multiple clothespin, and the shadows. Two of the deformed monsters were holding up another above their head, the creature obviously struggling. 

And then it stopped moving, almost flattened as it was folded, powerful magic shifting and contorting it’s body. And then it was brought to a truly humongous shadow, a beast that opened it’s mouth with a mechanical sound. The outline of two sharp fangs was visible as the poor soul was placed within it’s mouth. And then...

KA-CHICK

The Craftsman looked away just as the beast closed it’s mouth, a metallic sound similar to the one of a stapler stapling sounding out. Well, at least he knew where that binding magic came from now, and where one of his supplies went. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to enchant a stapler!?

Poor Olivia was shivering in fear next to him, and he offered her a hand to hold just as the door opened. A horde of monsters, the last one being the demon-mask wearing one, got out. “Alright.” He started. “That was the last of them. Now, there’s only that old bastard left...”

As they left the corridor to go “fetch” him, he quickly made his way inside the room, relieved to find the door unlocked with Olivia still holding his hand. He made his way to the folded up Count, who had a miserable expression on his face. “Sir?” He asked.

The Count opened his red eyes. “Oh, a human!” He exclaimed, a surprised lilt to his voice. “My apologies, with all the chaos happening around here, I forgot that my beloved’s castle was on human grounds.”

“Your beloved’s castle is the middle of Flipflopside.” The Craftsman remarked with a raised eyebrow as he neared, taking the clothespins off. “If she wanted to live amongst humans, this wouldn’t be the place.”

“Ah, touché...” The Count commented as he fell to the ground, quickly figuring out a way to move. He then turned toward Olivia with squinted, and she squeaked. “And this young lady would be...?”

“My daughter.” The Craftsman hissed, not missing the sudden animosity in the Count’s tone.

To his credit, the Count immediately backed off. “... My apologies. Now, I do believe there’s another exit here,” he started, turning toward the other end of the room “but it’s hidden by an illusion spell. I would dispel it myself, but...” He shuffled a bit.

“I’m on it!” Olivia cheerfully declared, floating up to the wall and gently caressing it. Immediately, the surface fell away into Paint particles (which the Count was quick to waddle to and absorb, no doubt he wanted to collect enough magic to try and break out of his binds) as the young girl turned toward the two men.

The Craftsman nodded in approval as Count congratulated her, waddling up to her. “Incredible job, miss! Now, we can get out!” Olivia beamed, bouncing up and down in the air to a rhythm only she could hear as they made their way to a spiral staircase. 

Just before they started climbing, the folded monster turned toward the Craftsman. The older man frowned. “What?” 

“You have a very talented daughter.” The Count answered him as he started making his way up the stairs as fast as his body let him. The Craftsman smiled to himself.

“I know.” He started making his way up the stairs, Olivia’s hand back in his, when he noticed that she seemed unfocused. He stopped. “Is there a problem, girl?” He asked, turning toward her.

The younger girl looked up at .him, smiling. “I’m your daughter?”

A few seconds, then a shrug. “If you want to be,” He wasn’t the one who had folded her, but he was the one who had made the initial plan and cut out a piece of his soul for her, and he couldn’t be much worse than Olly’s kidnapper.

They finally made it back outside, the Craftsman shielding his eyes from the sudden light. They walked along the long balcony for a bit, until another door opened. Out walked the monster from earlier, the one with the demon mask, and the Lady. He heard the Count gasp behind him. 

“Why are you still so... flat?” The brainwashed woman asked him. “Why won’t you join me in folded glory...” She weakly reached her hands out to them. “Come, we can reshape you...” The fear shining through her eyes was yelling at them to run, run as far as you can, and never turn back. 

The Craftsman was very tempted to follow that message, ready to grab Olivia and jump over the balcony fence, before the masked monster opened their mouth. “Patience, Lady. This will do just fine. So...” They turned toward the Craftsman. “Why did you come to this castle, Craftsman?”

His eyes narrowed, pulling the paper scorer out again. “Someone stole what’s mine. I came here to ask help to get it back.” And it seems I’ve found my thief.

The masked monster made a sneering sound. “Is that how you see your son? A mere possession?”

“Wha- don’t talk about what you don’t know!” The Craftsman snapped, hand tightening around the tool in his hand.

“... Last chance, Craftsman.” The monster started. “Volunteer yourself to my cause, and let me fold you into something greater. Simple offer. Yes, or no.” The only thing that stopped the old man from going ‘go fuck yourself’ was Olivia’s presence. He instead shook his head. “Of course, I didn’t expect any less. And I wouldn’t have it any other way...” The monster snapped his fingers.

Another mind-controlled monster came into view. The Craftsman recognized him as one of the monsters from earlier. The Count snarled behind him, a surge of powerful magic catching him off-guard. “What have you done to my people!?”

“Folding them to my will. Look at your precious Lady.” The monster started, gesturing to her. “She’s better this way, don’t you think.” The only answer was a hiss. “Now...” The mask-wearing monster turned back toward the Craftsman, one violet eye glowing. “Prepare to be Folded!”

The monster jumped the Craftsman, hissing and snarling. Caught off-guard, he went down like a sack of potato, falling on his back and barely keeping the monster off-of him. He dropped the scorer, weakly moving his legs as his arms came up to hold the monster’s claws away from him. Olivia gasped in horror. “Dad!”

 “Wait, miss.” The Count started as he watched the Craftsman successfully move one of his hand to the monster’s throat. “I do believe that your father as the situation in hand.”

The Craftsman continued to hold the monster away from him, his hand tightening around his throat, before grabbing the paper scorer and stabbing the monster through his eye. Dark purple blood stained his hand as a pained noise came out of the monster, the scorer getting wringed out. 

The monster was then knee-d into the stomach, the Craftsman successfully throwing the monster off of him and over the fence. He got back up, groaning and doing his best to ignore Olivia’s horrified look. “Is that all you got?” He asked the masked monster, who sighed.

“Of course, how stupid of me. You did go by Mercenary when you were younger.” The masked monster noted as he started floating ominously. “I suppose there’s no point in maintaining this charade any longer...”

The monster shook, his arms raising in the air, before suddenly flattening and unfolding. Colors faded away as the illusion spell was uncast, revealing violets and yellows as a little boy wearing a crown revealed himself. The Craftsman’s eyes widened in disbelief, the Count made a noise of confusion, and Olivia gasped. “BROTHER!”

No... no, no, no, NO! It couldn’t be... “Wh- what are you doing here?” The Craftsman asked, putting his scorer back in his apron as Olivia started shaking.

“Please, brother...” She sobbed. “How many times have I told you you needed to stop? Please! You can’t do this!”

The boy simply sighed. “Why couldn’t the Craftsman have simply left you in that wall where I put you... Sister, I am afraid that if you stand in the way of my ambition, we will not be able to share my glory as family.”

“Brother-”

“I am not your brother anymore.” He stated, flipping his hair. “I am KING OLLY!” He then floated up and out of reach, floating in the sky as he cast a disdainful look to Flipflopside. “By the time I’m done, all those miserable humans will be folded... and those flimsy monster subjects shall be reborn as Folded Soldiers, serving me!” He then turned his look upon the Craftsman and Olivia. “And I shall fold, crease and bend this world to my whim... the birth of an Origami Kingdom!”

Olly snapped his fingers, a bright violet light emanating from his hand. It took a moment for the Craftsman to realize that was a signal, but he quickly dragged Olivia to the floor when he realized. And just in time too, as something yellow and charged with magic razed right past where his head used to be a second ago.

He quickly got up, scanning his surroundings as Olivia held onto him for dear life, the Count screeching right behind him. Streams of binding magic surrounded them, all controlled by Olly, all coming from different directions. “Follow me, you two!” The Count yelled over the rush of magic, hopping on the fence and then on a lower part of the roof. The Craftsman quickly followed him, hand tight around Olivia’s.

“GRA-BLAGH!” The Craftsman turned toward the voice, confused as he saw what was possibly one of the ugliest man he’s ever seen come to them at high speed in a rocket-propelled hot-hair balloon. The Count quickly jumped in, followed by the Craftsman and Olivia. “A’m ‘ere, Count!”

“Thank you, Warrior.” The Count started, smiling for what was probably the first time today. The Craftsman decided to give them as much privacy as he could as he turned toward the Lady’s castle.

There was five streams of magic in total. The red one came from the North, the blue one East, the yellow one South, and the purple one West. As for the green one, it seemed to come from the clouds. They seemed to take material form as they tightened over the castle, similar to shiny ribbons.

To his horror, the Castle was then ripped right off of the ground, the stone floors breaking away with it as it was lifted in the hair and above them. He blankly registered something lilac and yellow falling off of the castle as the other man with them (the Warrior, he thinks?) and the Count shrieked.

He sat on the floor, Olivia joining him and hugging him close as the Warrior yelled something incomprehensible. They then felt the machine machine shake. “What’s going on?” He asked the Count, who had slid next to them.

“They magic streams ur giein’ use some problems.” The Warrior answered for him. “Sae hing oan tiiiiIIAAAAAH!” The machine had collided with the red ribbon, making the Craftsman, Olivia and the Count fly out, with only the last one getting caught by the Warrior. He then tried to reach for the other two, but they were already too far away.

And as they fell, the Craftsman could only look as the ribbons carried the castle away. He closed his eyes as he saw it being placed upon the top of the dormant Sulfur Crater, a single thought circling in his head.

What the fuck did I get myself into this time!?

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Cherry Pie (2) | Billy Mitman

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lemme also clear some stuff up YES this is a teacher/student relationship story NO there are no adult/under-aged person relationships YES I made Billy 18 in this story, because lets say he’s in his final semester of senior year. NO smut will not be in every chapter of this short story. It’s a SLOW BURN. meaning I will be adding sexual tension to every chapter to build up the anticipation for when it finally happens.

Previously... | As Alice pulls herself into bed, she can’t get a certain pair of green eyes out of her head. She can’t forget the feeling of his lips on hers, and she knows the rest of the week is going to be more difficult than she’d anticipated. | 

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TUESDAY

Alice would be lying if she didn’t drag her a feet a bit this particular morning. In fact she nearly called in sick to work when she remembered she was a sub for another class. Meaning she’d agreed to be at work until Rachel returned next week, and that there was no getting out of facing Billy Mitman. One of her students that she unfortunately could not stop thinking about, she spent most of the previous evening tossing and turning. When sleep finally took her she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering back to him, to the way he looked at her. Or the sound of his voice, the feeling of him pressing his lips to hers. This is so beyond wrong, she is his damn teacher but she can’t stop her heart from racing when he enters the room. Her hands clench the steering wheel as she looks up at Valley High with disdain. How could one building hold her deepest fears and darkest desires all in the same halls? Knowing there might be students in need of her assistance this morning, Alice reluctantly leaves the safety of her car and enters her own personal battlefield: Valley High. 

She ducks her head and makes a beeline for her office and thankfully doesn’t bump into Billy in the halls as she shuts her door. “Been waiting here forever.” A voice sighs from behind her, causing Alice to jump. She whirls around, seeing Billy sitting in her office chair- playing with a desk toy she bought. Her heart immediately hammers against her chest as she eyes him, her palms shaking. “B-Billy, what are you doing here?” She asks as Billy stands, one of his eyebrows cocked as he eyes her. He takes a step towards her, “what’s wrong Miss Perribow? Do I make you nervous?” Billy asks, his voice a low whisper as he leans in so close that his nose nearly brushes against hers. Alice’s fingers grab the edge of the desk, her breath hitched in her throat as she feels the heat building between her legs. Alice’s voice is shaky as her eyes meet his, “what do want Billy?” His smirk is evident, even in the dimly lit office. Billy leans forward still, catching Alice’s eyelids flutter slightly as she leans forward into him. “Proving a point.” He whispers, just a hairs length away from her lips before he pulls away and turns out of her office. Alice releases a shaky breath, her heart slamming against her ribcage. She leans back against her desk, her body suddenly feeling to heavy for jello legs to hold her up. 

After a few private lessons Alice finds herself sitting in Mr. Alvarez’s office, her voice shaky. “Your email is about Leon Gregory correct?” He asks and Alice nods, having already filled the Principle in on what happened during class yesterday. “He became increasingly more inappropriate, I was uncomfortable and frightened.” Alice admitted and Mr. Alvarez nodded before looking over the email once more. “And William Mitman was involved? Was he making you feel afraid as well? I know he has issues of his own.” Mr. Alvarez asked and Alice feels frustration building in her chest as he accuses Billy. She feels the strong urge to defend him, and she doesn’t know why. “No actually Billy put himself between me and Leon, to protect me.” Alice said immediately, feeling a weight lifted from her chest at the smile stretching across Mr. Alvarez’s face. “He’s really come a long way.” He says and Alice feels pride swell in her chest, although she’s not sure way. “I’ll have Leon transferred out of the class.” He concludes as his phone on his desk rings. Alice nods with a smile before exiting his office and bumping- quite literally- into someone in the hallway. 

Looking up Alice can’t even believe who has their arms wrapped around her to catch her from falling- Billy. “How does this keep happening?” She asks him, her tense body relaxing only slightly as his arms stayed secured around her. Alice looks up into his eyes, noticing for the first time how much taller than her he is. Billy cocks an eyebrow, “it’s not my fault that you can’t stay away Miss Perribow.” Alice blushes deeply as she steps away from Billy and his strong protective arms, what is happening? Since when did Alice start having thoughts like that about her students? Shaking her head, Alice tries to step past Billy but his hand reaches for hers before pulling her into an empty hallway. Her back hits the wall and suddenly she feels like a teenager in high school, instead of a teacher and 24 year old woman. Billy’s hands press to the wall on either side of her head as his pupils widen, “today is my birthday Alice.” He breathes, and Alice doesn’t even notice that he called her by her first name. Her eyes lock on his as her heart races, “Happy Birthday Billy.” She whispers and Billy’s lips cock in a half smile. 

“I’m 18 Alice, I’m an adult.” He says again, his eyes on hers and Alice’s mouth goes dry as her knees go weak. Billy’s hands land on Alice’s arms when she begins to slide down the wall, and he quite literally holds her up. “I know how you feel about me, I can see it every time you look at me.” Billy whispers, his lips inching towards hers. Alice feels her heart pounding in her throat as her breaths turns into soft pants. Billy presses his body more firmly to hers, “tell me I’m wrong and I’ll believe you.” He challenges as he stares deep into her eyes. Alice shakes her head and tries to grasp at any shred of self control she has left as she places a hand on his chest. “It doesn’t matter Billy. This can’t happen, it just can’t.” Alice feels her heart squeeze as the words leave her lips but one of them needs to do the right thing. It needs to be her, she’s the adult and Billy is just a kid no matter how much he might deny that. Tears burn in her eyes as she pushes past Billy, and Alice does her best to ignore the pained look on his face as she turns the corner. It doesn’t matter how she feels, or even how he feels. It can’t happen, it won’t happen. It’s wrong. 

Alice was almost disappointed when she didn’t see Billy for the remainder of the day. She’d hoped he’d find her again and try to plea his case, to fight for her as silly as that sounds. He’s a kid, and she’s his teacher- of course he’s going to listen to her. Students slowly trickle in for the last class of the day, and Alice keeps her eyes peeled for Billy as the minutes tick away. The hollowed feeling in her chest deepens when the bell for class rings, and Billy still hasn’t showed. She proceeds with the lecture, feeling slightly distracted and can’t seem to keep her eyes off the classroom door for very long. Panic sets in her chest when she remembers Billy’s emotional problems, is indulging in her dark fantasies simply just taking advantage of an emotionally disabled boy? Billy may be smart, but maybe he doesn’t know the full depth of what he asks Alice, maybe he doesn’t truly understand what he wants. Maybe he thinks he wants her, but when she gives him what he asks for he regrets it because he’ll realize that’s not what he wanted. Then one call to the police later and Alice is getting arrested for assaulting a disabled person. Alice is so lost in her own thoughts that she doesn’t realize the bell has rung until the kids are packing up and leaving the classroom. 

Alice leans against her desk, alone with her swirling thoughts and pounding heart when the door to the classroom shuts. “Alice.” His voice is rough and it sends goosebumps tingling across her skin before he even crosses the classroom towards her. Alice doesn’t turn to look at him when she hears Billy’s tennis shoes on the tile floors. “I know what I want, and I know you want it to. I’m going to wait for you where we met last night, and if you don’t show in 20 minutes then I’ll have my answer.” He says and Alice turns to look at him, noticing the look of both sadness and determination on his face. “Billy, are you on your medication? You’re not thinking straight-” Alice starts but Billy laughs bitterly as he turns away from her. He runs a hand through his hair, “I’m thinking clearer then I have in a long time Alice. My medication made my brain feel paralyzed, I finally feel free.” Billy snaps, his tone strained as he desperately looks into Alice’s eyes. Alice doesn’t realize there are tears in her eyes until one slides down her cheek and Billy reaches up to wipe it. “You have 20 minutes Alice. I can’t wait forever.” Billy whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

Then he’s turning out of the classroom, the air seeming colder after his departure. Alice places her palms against the desk, how did everything get so confusing? She knows that she cares about Billy, even though she shouldn’t and every cell in her body is telling her to run down the hall after him. Every muscle in her body is screaming to just go get him, to hold him tight and kiss him hard. Yet the other rational part of her brain tells her that she shouldn’t, that he is a student. She needs to be the responsible one, she needs to put an end to this before it can begin. Her heart clenches at the thought as she sinks into the office chair, her eyes on the clock. Alice can’t have him, it doesn’t matter that he’s 18, it doesn’t matter if this is what he really wants. She can’t, logically how would this work in the future? He’s still very much an adolescent, while she’s an adult living in the adult world. For Christs sakes, she’s going through a divorce and he’s about to graduate high school. How could their lives piece together in a way that makes sense? 

5 minutes pass. Alice sits, her leg bouncing underneath her desk as she imagines Billy sitting there- waiting for her. Hoping to God she’s going to show, when she hasn’t even decided if she will or not. She knows the right thing to do is let him go, but she’s not sure she has the strength to do that. Alice places her head down against the desk as another 5 minutes tick by. Is letting him go the right thing? He is 18, and well it could be worth a try. Alice does care about him in a way she almost wished she didn’t. After another 5 minutes go by, Alice stands and makes a beeline for the door- she can’t let him go. “Miss Perribow, do you have a minute?” Margot asks in surprise as Alice whirls the door open. A flustered smile is pressed onto Alice’s face as she moves aside to let Margot in. Her heart is thumping at a hundred miles an hour as Margot begins to explain very specific changes they need to make in her singing lessons. Alice nods, and keeps her eyes on Margot the best she can while also glancing down at her watch. 4 minutes left. Margot continues to explain the way she wants her lessons to be structured and Alice feels panic setting in when only 3 minutes remain. 

When 2 minutes remain Alice looks up, “Margot I’m very sorry but I have an appointment I need to go to. We can continue this in the morning okay?” She says with a hurried smile while rushing Margot out the door. Alice slings her bag over her shoulder and throws a casual smile at Margot before speed walking down the hall towards the main entrance. Alice feels a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she pushes outside and quickly heads to the side of the building. “Billy!” Alice calls as she rounds the corner, but the sight before her makes her heart drop. Looking at the sidewalk she sees a cigarette butt, still smoldering but Billy isn’t here. She’s too late. Tears build in her eyes as she takes a few steps forward, desperately beginning to look around for him. Maybe she just missed him, maybe he’s standing somewhere else. “Billy?” She calls softly again, before leaning against the brick wall. Her heart shrivels in her chest as she imagines him waiting here before finally loosing hope and leaving with a broken heart. A quiet sob escapes her lips as she slides down the wall, her hands coming up to cover her face. 

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[sohin-ace]

Mista - Laundry

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

You had taken it upon yourself ever since you joined Passione that you'd take care of chores as much as you could since the gang, children as they were, could be quite messy.

You didn't want someone like Bruno to take responsibility of something as trivial as chores when he was already so busy.

He, as well as the boys were grateful of your helpfulness, and even though nobody asked you, you still whole heartedly put yourself at work for everyone. You really loved the gang like your own family so it was only natural for you.

You really were like the mom friend of the group, which was well appreciated by your Capo, who could only understand your position.

"Oh my God Y/N! What did you do to my shirt?! It smells so good!" Narancia squealed one day when he found you in one of the hallways.

"Oh, nothing special," You chuckled. "I guess it's just the detergent." You stated humbly while playing with the straps on his top. "How do you like it?"

"It's soooo soft and way more comfy than before!" He felt the fabric on his chest as if to emphasize his words. "Thank you so muuuch, I love you!"

"Huh? Giorno what happened?" You grabbed the blonde's arm and lifted it to inspect the material of his shirt that was tearing up at the seams. "Your sleeve is all torn up."

He glanced at it and widened his eyes in surprise. Aw, too bad, he really liked that shirt and now it was ruined.

"Hm? Oh.. I guess it was a particularly rough fight. Damn it..."

You could hear the defeated undertone in his voice and you gently smiled at him. "It's okay, give it to me, I'll sew it up for you."

"Really?" He blinked at you before sighing lightly. "Thank you, Y/N. Pardon me for the trouble..."

"Don't be sorry Giogio, it's fine! We wouldn't want to have such pretty clothes in bad conditions, now, would we?"

Thankful towards you, he gently grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it before walking away to change clothes.

Those were the kind of occurences that happened ever since you joined. Your addition to the team made their daily life easier and much more pleasant.

It also didn't help that you were so selfless and kind to all of them that even Abbachio quickly warmed up to you, seeing how similar you were to Bucciarati.

As much as the boys were nagged here and there to actually help out and not let the same person do chores everyday, you were fine with volunteering when you weren't on a mission and had free time.

You were happy to help your boys out and never really had any problems with that. Not until one particular day.

You were finally putting away the laundry that had been drying in the sun all day. You hummed a little song as you lifted the basket and walked inside, starting to sort each member's clothes out and fold every piece carefully, as you always did.

Over time, you learnt to recognize each member's more or less iconic clothes and knew them by heart, whether it was Abbachio's black everything, Narancia's precious collection of Band T-shirts or Giorno's silken and golden ensembles.

As Mista was passing by the living room to get food for the Sex Pistols, he saw you picking out a familiar pair of briefs. He gasped, blushing instantly and ran towards you, snatching the piece away from your hands.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING Y/N?!" You jumped and almost screeched in fright at his sudden booming voice.

"OH MY GOD!!" You put a hand over your nearly exploding heart. "Mista you scared the living shit out of me!"

"What do you think you're doing with my underwear ??!!!" He yelled at you in a mix of anger and embarassment, a furious blush dusting his face and ears.

"I-I'm... What do you mean? I'm doing the laundry...?" You squeaked, still shaken by his sudden outburst.

"No no no no no!!! NO! NO! You don't understand! You can't do that! You can't just- I don't want you fiddling with my stuff like that!!" He pursued, scolding you almost, like you were guilty of some crime.

"Huh? Why not?" You asked in confusion. "It's fine, It's just me. I'm not gonna judge you- Look, I'm doing everyone's laundry, it's nothi-"

You were about to lift a random piece of underwear to prove your point, which happened to be Bucciarati's lace bralette, but he cut you off, scoffing as you didn't seem to understand the problem.

"No no no, Y/N my girl." He started making adamant and frustrated hand gestures. "It's EMBARASSING! Would you like it if I was handling your panties?!"

"I-I mean..." You stuttered a bit, flustered by the whole ordeal and not knowing what to tell the poor guy. "If I didn't want you seeing my panties, I'd do my own laundry..."

He froze for a second and he swore he heard the Pistols snicker somewhere. Oh shit, you had a point. He paused, having nothing to come back at you.

"B-but... If you want... I can tell Bruno, or anyone, to do your laundry... If it's what's bothering you, I'll just stop touching your stuff..."

Mista then calmed down and watched your defeated expression. He realized he was a bit too harsh on you over nothing and must have hurt you.

"W-wait Y/N, uh..."

"No, no, I understand." You dismissed him. "You're a man, I'm a woman, I should keep my boundaries. You're right."

You lifted the small pile of his underwear that you neatly folded beforehand and shoved it surprisingly gently to his chest.

He grabbed it while still looking at your dejected self. He started to regret going ham on you. You were only trying to help, after all.

"Wait, no- that's not it..."

It's just that he didn't want the girl he was crushing on witnessing some things. He wanted to impress you, and for you to see him at his best shot.

And you knowing that he owned underwear with 'Lucky you' or 'This gun has perfect aim' printed in bold fonts right over the crotch was definetely not the best way to proceed.

"It's okay, Mista... I'm sorry if I invaded your privacy."

"No, Y/N! Listen-"

"What's going on here? Oh Guido, you finally decided to help." Bucciaratti came in and saw you both.

"Actually Bruno, Mista doesn't feel comfortable when I sort out his underwear, so... Could you maybe-"

"Huh?" Bruno raised an annoyed eyebrow at his gunman. "Then wash your damn clothes yourself, stop bothering Y/N. She's as busy as you are. Be grateful that she's nice enough to take the time to clean and cook for us when none of you do."

Bruno walked to you and helped you up. "I'll take care of this, Y/N. Go take a break."

You obliged and thanked your capo as you left, leaving Mista to groan out in frustration and feeling like shit next to his leader who was going to lecture him all day.

"Oohh, it's laundry day? Can I help you?" Narancia said a bit too giddily for his own good as he found you all by yourself and you smiled at him.

"Sure! Can you take care of the sheets? It's the basket over there, I'll help you hang them."

"Okay! Hey wait a minute..."

Narancia furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the basket in your arms before he started searching through it.

He then took out some clothes, inspected them, and put them back in front of your very confused eyes. He did this a few times, but before you could even ask him what he was looking for, he said.

"Didn't Mista put any clothes for washing? All week?!" The boy exclaimed, absolutely baffled by his friend's filthiness.

"Um, he didn't want me to do his laundry anymore."

"What? Why?"

"I think he got shy from me seeing his underwear." You sheepishly told him and he snorted at such a stupid reason.

"Pfftt! Pussy."

"That's ridiculous." Abbachio added as he took the heavy basket from your arms. "Does he have dirty secrets or something? Would he rather have stinky-ass underwear? This boy doesn't make any fucking sense I swear."

"It's fine. I mean, I do have myself some embarassing pieces of undies, so I can't really say anything."

"He's such a drama queen." Abbachio commented as he walked off to hang the clothes outside, leaving you to barely have any work to do.

As you were done with the task at hand, you grabbed the men's attention before they could slip away and thanked them for helping you.

"Thank you Nara, thank you Abbachio. I'll make it up to you two with a special meal~"

"Ooh yeaahh!!" Narancia pumped his fist in the air in victory and Abbachio rolled his eyes.

"Don't mention it. I was bored."

They both went on their own way and you followed suit, but before you could even pass through the living room, none other than Mista came in and blocked your way.

You looked up at him and smiled, but your smile soon fell when he suddenly grabbed your upper arms and pushed you backwards.

"M-Mista..?!"

He guided you across the room until you reached the small closet that was rearranged to be the laundry room. He pushed you inside and entered with you, closing the door behind him.

"It-it's uh... A very tight space." You managed to utter between hitched breaths as you looked down towards his hips, his gun poking you from how close you were.

There was barely enough space for you two and his body practically trapped you against the washing machine behind you. What the hell was he thinking?

"It's the only place where I know we'll have absolute privacy."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words and your eyes widened. "Wh-what do you need privacy for...?"

He realized what he said and how you must have misinterpreted and it was his turn to panick. He turned red and choked on his own words.

"W-wait... Don't get me wrong! It's not like tha- I mean-...I'm not gonna do anything. I just want to talk!" He stuttered and rubbed his head in frustration. Gosh he was so nervous around you.

"I'm listening, Mista."

"Okay." He took a deep breath and tried not to concentrate on your cute form right beneath him. "I wanted to say... I'm sorry for what I told you last week. It was so stupid and I got mad at you when you were being helpful. You're so nice to be a mom to the gang... And I hurt you."

Your eyes softened on the boy and how sincere he sounded. You reached out to gently cup his face in your hand.

"Oh, Mista." You breathed, endeared. "I already forgave you. I'd never want to make you uncomfortable, caro."

His heart pounded in his chest and he felt hot as he started to sweat bullets, your soft gestures putting him on edge and turning his legs to jello.

"I-I actually... Jeez... Oh man..." He stammered, completely unnerved by you.

Why did you have to be so sweet? Now he could barely form a proper sentence. His glance shifted from your eyes to the walls around him and he cleared his throat.

"I have a reason why... Like... Why I was so y'know... Embarassed... And stuff..." He trailed off mumbling.

"What is it?" You encouraged with honey voice, letting your hand slide down from his cheek to his chest, making him bite his lip.

"Oh god... Actually Y/N... I...I'm..." He tried, between heavy breaths, squeezing his eyes shut and balling his fists. "I fell in love with you. Shit damn, I said it."

He felt so relieved to finally have confessed to you after so long, but he almost regretted it right afterwards.

As he was about to take your silence as rejection, he felt your warmth hitting his neck, feeling your soft lips reaching his jawline in a sweet kiss and your hands run up and down his biceps, groping at them occasionally in a comforting manner.

He shuddered at the pleasurable sensations and relaxed visibly. It took all his self-control to prevent himself from letting out any weird noises. He was already crazy for you before, but if you kept touching him like that, he might just die on the spot.

"You're so cute Mista." You chuckled at the boy who was now a blushing, flustered mess who could barely keep his eyes opened. "But I knew already."

His froze and his eyes widened like saucers as he pushed you away to get a better look at you. "Y....You knew?! But how?!"

"The Pistols told me."

"The Pisto-... What the actual fuck?! These bunch of assholes!" He grumbled, wanting only to call them out and scold them for betraying him.

You leaned in and wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your head against his warm chest as you squeezed him against you.

His whole body stiffened at the intense proximity and how your body felt against him. Oh god. Was it wrong to feel like you fitted perfectly against him, like two puzzle pieces? Because that was his exact thoughts.

"I was just dying to hear it from you directly. I'm happy."

He let his hands shyly find their way on your back and locked you in his arms. He sighed in delight and relished in your softness resting his head on top of yours, smiling like a little boy. He couldn't be happier.

You suddenly slid your hand between the two of you and right towards his front which made the sensitive boy gasp and almost scream at what you could possibly be doing now. But to his surprise you only stole his gun and slid it out of his pants, tucking it inside your own pocket.

"That thing was a bit uncomfortable." He huffed a heavy but relieved breath at your words.

"Oh god, you drive me nuts sometimes..."

Oh man, do I love Mista, such a sweet bean.

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A/N~ Hey so this one is for @mirrorfalls I'm sorry it took so long but here it is and I'm sorry, I wasn't too sure which commission you were talking about so I kind of did my own thing with it 😬 I hope you like it anyway! Please enjoy and thanks for taking the time to request! 💜 I know you said there were two others you were considering so I tried to incorporate number 5 in there as well for you 😊 Also, just a warning, it is a bit limey if that makes sense ;) Nothing too intense though! 

Vampire~ Person A is a vampire and Person B is their human donor

Slave~ Person A is of the lowest class possible. Person B is on top of the world. Person B takes a liking to Person A and buys them

oOo

He didn't understand her one bit. She made absolutely no sense. One moment she could be perfectly fine- happy even. And then the next, it was like he was the worst being to ever be in her presence and she wanted nothing to do with him. Or at least, that's how it felt. Of course with how neutral she kept her features, he could never truly tell how she was feeling.

She was a walking, talking contradiction. He just didn't get what she wanted from him. What was her problem now? What had he done? What hadn't he done? He knew from previous donors that humans could have random mood swings but none of them had ever been to this extent. And none of them took this long to warm up to him.

Unless he called her over- or demanded was more like it since she tended to want to hear that instead, she wouldn't even come near him. Sometimes he'd get frustrated and physically pull her towards him. She always gave him this large berth of space that he absolutely detested. At first he had been offended. Maybe it was her way of saying he disgusted her. Again, it wouldn't be the first time. Not all humans were donors by choice. In fact very few of them were. But after a few days and paying closer attention, he realized it was her way of being respectful not to intrude on his space unless he specifically asked her to.

It was something he was not used to. All his other humans were usually fawning over him by this point. Of course in the beginning they all were a little standoffish; unsure of his preferences. But once they realized he wasn't nearly as demanding as other owners, they easily relaxed.

This one did not. It had been a month and still no progress.

The real question was why did he continue to deal with this? He didn't have to. All it would take was one call and she'd be shipped off to the next buyer.

But Shinichi did not appreciate the thought of that. The very thought of someone else owning her made his irises bleed red.

He did not want that at all. He wanted her. That's why he bought her after all. Deep down though he knew that it was more than that. He wanted her to want to stay with him. And not that she fought him constantly but she was so complacent. She was too complacent. It was like she didn't have a mind of her own and he couldn't tell if that was because she had been mishandled before him or because she simply did not care.

The thought crossed him that maybe she was just shy. It wasn't strange for fresh donors to be like that but if he was told correctly at the auction, he was not her first owner by any means. Still wanting to believe it was her timidity that held her back, he wanted to get her accustomed to him.

He had been thinking about it for awhile. To be completely honest, he had been thinking about it since he first saw her. That he didn't just want to use her for his daily meal.

Ran- as he had practically forced her birth given name out of her after what felt like an interrogation, was . . . beautiful. She was very well the only human he had ever described as such. Most were . . bland; nothing that compared to the women of his kind. But she . .

The moment he saw her on that stage, he knew he would be taking her. At any cost, it didn't matter. If she was already owned even, he'd of found a way. Her skin was an unblemished, porcelain white. Her flush being the only proof that she was not one of his kind. Her irises were the most vibrant shade, almost purple.

There was definitely a different hunger he wanted her to sate.

Not even wanting nor needing to buy a donor in the first place, he had spent way more than what he had been planning. He had only shown up to keep up appearances yet left with a brand new slave.

Now he had a slave he had not needed and on top of that he was feeding from her far more than he needed to- far more than what he should, though there was never a complaint from her. Again he thought that perhaps she was too timid. He really needed to get her accustomed to him.

Not for the first time, his mind swirled with varying ideas on how to do that. Leaning against the frame of the doorway to his bedroom, his eyes followed her every movement. He was well aware that he was making her nervous as she flit around, folding his laundry before placing them in their drawers. He never asked her to do any of this. She simply took on the task as her own and he never felt the need to stop her. It was one less thing that he had to do as well as the sight of her picking up after him, taking care of him, pleased him. With those thoughts as well as the fact she seemed to be getting more tense from his watchful eyes, it was a reminder that he had to do something about her anxiousness before it got out of hand.

"Ran," he called gently as he straightened from his post. Though she had obviously known he had been there, for some reason his voice still managed to startle her as she gave a slight jolt.

"Kudou-sama?" Her eyes looked at his before flying to her feet nervously. She tried to play it off as her bowing her head slightly in respect but he wasn't fooled. That and the title she gave him pissed him off.

This was damn ridiculous. She wouldn't even look him in the eye anymore. He tried not to let that deter him though. She was just shy. She wasn't used to him yet. But they would get there. He would make sure of it.

Walking closer to her, he made his steps heavier to alert her that he was in fact moving. He being what he was, he had often scared her with how silent he was. He didn't want her to be frightened right now of all times when he was trying to get them closer. After this though, there wouldn't be any possible way to get closer.

. . .

"Undress me."

Her head still remained bowed as she remained frozen. Shinichi would've thought that she hadn't heard him if it wasn't for the way her whole body tensed.

She had heard him. And she understood.

At first he wondered if she'd deny him- turn him away. He hadn't ever been rejected before, by his donor no less. . .

When her head rose, she was still not looking at him in the face. It was dead silent between them, save for her breaths that came in nervous pants. She still didn't do anything after that. They stood there for what felt like minutes with him just waiting for her to do something or at least say something.

Her hands rose shakily till they grasped the top buttons of his shirt. Suddenly her fingers were tangling with the buttons, struggling to even get the first one undone which was baffling considering she wasn't moving all that fast. She was taking her time yet still couldn't even calm down enough to take his shirt off.

Seeing her struggle enough as he had been watching her hands the entire time since they started moving, he gently removed her fingers that had tangled in his button up. Quicker than she could probably see, he had the entire front of his shirt open yet he didn't bother removing it from his sleeves. Instead, he was grabbing one of her hands again tugging her firmly into his chest where he forced her palm flat against his skin. He wasn't telling her she had to touch him. He only wanted it to be clear she could if she wanted to.

She seemed unsure still. When her smooth skin was placed against his own, she did not move to pull him closer. All she did was stare at where her fingers were splayed across his chest. Deciding she still needed a little help, he removed one of his arms that were wrapped tightly around her waist to grip her chin gently.

He was sick of her looking at her hands. Shinichi wanted her to look at him. Preferably in the face. Angling her so she was forced to look up at him, he watched enraptured as her normally porcelain skin blossomed red. He couldn't help himself and leaned down to press his nose into the flesh of where her nose and cheek met. He wasn't near her pulse yet but he could still hear it thrumming and he inhaled deeply; soaking in the scent that magnified with her blush.

Shinichi wondered if her flush stretched all the way down.

Not even asking because he knew she would only comply if he did, he gripped the bottom of her black t-shirt before yanking it over her head in one quick movement. Like he knew she wouldn't, Ran made no noise of complaint. The only sign that she was aware in the moment was that her flush intensified as well as she was refusing to look him in the eye again.

The one arm that was still wrapped around her waist pressed her towards him again; his other hand angling her chin up again but this time sharply. He wanted her to stop looking down.

Complacent as ever, she got the message and even though it was shaky from nerves, her gaze never moved from his. And it was like he was put in a trance. He had not been expecting her indigo eyes to pull him in so enticingly. It had his mouth falling open slightly. That and the sudden scent of blood that hit him.

Eyes snapping down, he realized she was biting her lip. She was biting it too roughly and had broke the skin.

Stretching a his thumb up from where his hand still held her by her jaw, he pulled the flesh from her hold under her teeth. He watched in fascination as a small drop formed from where she had forced the delicate skin up.

He connected their mouths together. It was slow to him but probably to her eye, faster than anything she could process. Immediately his tongue sought out the cut on her lip, licking up the blood in the process of him sealing the small wound. He had no intention of pulling away after that however and he was angling his face closer to hers.

Suddenly he felt her nails digging into her chest from the palm he had completely forgotten he placed on his skin. That and he hadn't expected her to leave her hand there. It didn't matter anyway. All he cared about was that though she wasn't pulling him towards her, it was like she was anchoring him to stay near.

Exponentially pleased, he couldn't help himself when he forced his tongue past her lips. He felt more than heard the way her breath hitched as his tongue began tangling with hers wantonly.

Again, faster than she could possibly see, he had her laying on her back in an instant. He could feel the exact moment she realized what he did because her pants were coming harsher into his mouth; her hand that he had placed against his chest had her nails digging into his skin roughly.

Pulling away slightly, he allowed his lips to drag across her skin, all the way down to her sternum. She was still wearing her bra and teasingly he pulled on the fabric where it met in between her breast, with his teeth. It had her breath stuttering even more and way beyond the point of wanting to take his time, he raised her slightly before swiftly removing the last piece of clothing that covered her chest. With no regard, he carelessly threw it over his shoulder.

Eyes completely focused on the view before him now, he realized that- yes, her flush did stretch all the way down. That and with the way her bare chest was falling and rising with each of her labored breaths, he couldn't be bothered to look anywhere else. If possible, she was more satisfying than he ever thought she could be.

Still staring and hyper-focused on her breasts, he allowed himself to lean back down again where he braced his weight on his hands that he placed on either side of her head. Her legs had to seemed to naturally fall on either side of his hips as she almost cradled him to her. Experimentally and unable to resist, he ground his pelvis against hers.

Instantly, he was rewarded with a whimper. He was pretty sure that was the loudest noise he had ever heard come from her. She was always so quiet. He welcomed the change. 

Though it had never been his intention when starting all of this, he could already feel the sensation of his fangs trying to elongate. And not being able to help himself, he gave in, burying his face back into the delicate skin of her neck.

Usually he tried to give her some form of warning before he just bit down, but not in the right state of mind and thoroughly taken over by desires, a contented sigh escaped him as his fangs sank deeper into her flesh. He felt her jump slightly but by this point he was too far gone as he steadily pulled his fill from her.

As it almost always seemed to be, he once again found himself stuck- trapped in his head. Shinichi was completely unaware of how long he fed from her. The only telling sign that it was getting to be too long was when the hand that had been digging into his chest suddenly began to go slack. Quickly taking that as his wake up call, he forced himself away. Even he was panting now and technically he didn't even need to pull air into his lungs.

Still, she was quiet. Save for her little breaths, she hadn't uttered a single word. Out of concern he looked to her face. He hoped he hadn't taken too much. He was always cutting it too close. And though he would always scold himself after doing it, he knew it would not be the last he did so.

Her eyes when he met them were wide. It had him leaning further away in concern, disregarding that he still hadn't closed the wound he just reopened on her neck.

Ran didn't look like he had taken too much at all. She didn't look the slightest bit drowsy or disoriented.

She looked scared.

And he recoiled immediately.

Still slightly hovering over her, he pulled himself away to the point that her palm was no longer touching his bare chest. Understanding that he was pulling away for space, her hand quickly snapped back to where it hovered uncomfortably, but protectively, between them.

Her eyes were watering and he was horrified to find that they were unshed tears.

He had frightened her. He hadn't meant to but that was still no excuse. He had just thought she'd been enjoying it. Her hand was on him the whole time and not once had it pushed him away.

It also didn't pull you closer, he snapped at himself sarcastically and that's when he realized that her hand had not moved from that place the entire time. Knowing her though, she probably saw him explicitly putting her palm there as an order not to move it.

Moving away completely, he came to a stand at the foot of his bed. He turned his head making sure not to chance looking at her again. Whether that was from his shame that he scared her or because he didn't want to get stuck on the fact she was still topless, he wasn't sure.

Hearing the mattress creak, he knew that she had sat up.

"Kudou-sama-?"

"I'm done," he interrupted her before she could finish that blasted title. And then it was silent again. When a few moments passed and she still said nothing, he took a peek at her.

And immediately snapped his gaze back.

She was still without her shirt and bra but her sitting up was showcasing an almost completely different view. That and the bite he hadn't yet sealed had begun to bleed. A small drop had formed and had trickled down her neck and was working its way between her breasts.

Feeling the need to feed again, he knew it would be unwise to keep her here. "I've had enough for tonight," he swallowed hard. "You should go."

Shinichi didn't like dismissing her but he needed her to get away from him. He needed to get his head on straight.

It was silent for a few breaths again and then his bed was creaking once more as she rose to her feet. It was while she was bending to pick up her discarded clothes that he stopped her from walking by him completely.

He hated how her eyes filled with a brief panic that she quickly disguised but he pulled her by her arm all the same. He had to do this or she really would lose too much. Either that or her scent would send him into a frenzy.

Mostly to calm her down, he nudged his head in the direction of her neck. She was still topless and he knew she was aware. He could tell she was uncomfortable based off how tense the air between them was. She was expecting him to take more. More of what- her blood or her body, he wasn't sure. Both were tempting enough.

Already his mind was drifting.

"I need to seal that," he finally said as excuse for why he stopped her and also as a reminder to his wandering mind.

Surprised and like she had forgotten he even fed from her in the first place, she slowly nodded her head. Having the permission he knew he didn't need, yet still wanted, he carefully placed an arm around her waist while the other tilt her head to the side by her jaw. Just from that position, he was getting distracted and took a moment to assess the contrast between her pallor of her creamy skin and the crimson that dripped slowly from her wound. Suddenly his throat was feeling tight again.

Before he could get sucked in and ahead of himself, his tongue was latching onto her wound where he swiped his tongue across it. He could feel her pulse race from the contact but after it was closed, he dropped his arms before he could do something foolish. Forcing the space between them, he knew she was confused at first. He knew that even after he said what he would do, she had still expected the latter of him feeding from her. She did not trust him.

The fact that after that, she still was wary of him and probably even more so than she had been before. It was enough to quench whatever need he had just been feeling. In that moment, and for the first time since he had seen her, he didn't want anything to do with her. All he wanted was space.

Turning his head away to look at the far wall must've been dismissal enough for her because she got the message. Whether it was the sudden coldness in the room or his abrupt show of hostility, she quickly grabbed the rest of her things and fled the room.

[davidtennan-t]

‘Saviour in the Snow’ 

Chapter 2

The Doctor doesn't return from a mission on an alien world. Donna has to take matters into her own hands. Some Whump and general Ten/Donna foolery.

Chapter 3 will be following soon!

AO3 Link - Chapter 2

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Gelta’Divians were known for their ignorant, selfish behaviour. Their attitude to life wasn’t exactly rainbows and sunshine, nor was their hospitality. It would be the last time he ever offered his help to species this side of the Adrota Galaxy.

“N-noted for n-next time…”

The Doctor never liked to admit when he was cold. A Time Lord’s body temperature was easily adjustable and controlled – better central heating, is what he said to Donna once and she had laughed and commented on his ignorant cockiness over his superior biology.

But even Time Lord’s had their limits and the temperature wasn't going to stop falling.

He was shivering and that, in his mind, was a bad sign. A terrible sign. A dangerous sign, even.

He'd tried countless times to pull himself out but being unable to turn to reach the rocks, or use his sonic screwdriver in any sense or fashion, it all proved useless. The throbbing of his ankle caused the occasional wince and groan, only furthering the problem of his situation. It even crossed his mind to use the sonic to try and shift the rock using setting 82, but even then, the chances of causing another collapse in the cave would be high. It was better to be a trapped Time Lord than a squashed Time Lord.

So, after 1 hour, 3 minutes and 19 seconds, he was still firmly trapped.

“S-should have brought the coat…” the Doctor stated through lightly chattering teeth to nobody but himself. The dimming light through the very few cracks along with his very good sense of time told him the night was drawing close, and there was still no solid plan on how he was going to free himself. The Time Lord was used to making plans up as he went along but he couldn’t move – how could he move along? There was no way of contacting Donna to tell her where he was, nor what he could do to fix the situation. He wanted her there... he missed her.

“In here – the collapse must be further in.”

“With two of our buildings gone it has to be an extensive collapse. The northern forces will pay for the damage caused!”

Deep, booming voices suddenly echoed through the cave and the Doctor steadily glanced up from where he lay. He considered shouting in reply but the unfriendly tone made him second guess his thought. The blue light from the sonic screwdriver was illuminating his position so he reached over with his cold fingers and fiddled with the device, trying to dim the light. However, it was inevitable they would come across him if they were heading this way. There seemed no point in attempting to dim the only light.

"If anyone is in here, present yourself!"

As the Time Lord tried to shift his cold arms into a more comfortable position, the sudden tremor from the loud voice caused one of the rocks in the large pile to slip. It shifted the entire bulk of stone, increasing the pressure on his trapped foot. The Doctor was unable to keep a yell of pain restrained.

That was one way to present himself.

"Who's in here?!" one voice called in response to the pained yell, now much closer. "This is the chief from the southern camp, make yourself known!"

No point in keeping quiet now. The Doctor, now aware it was another group of Gelta'Divians, decided asking for help wasn't the worst thing he could do. Perhaps this was his chance for aid. He would more than likely have to work some charm on the group - at least he knew not to use any of his Judoon jokes.

"Any of you fella's ever s-shifted heavy rocks before?"

Even to him, his own voice sounded weak and feeble and he waited anxiously for a reply, trying to control his quivering jaw and the shivering from his skinny frame.

This was a different group of the native species, not the ones he had helped, so they would owe him nothing. He needed to be on his guard.

"I'm n-not a threat, I'm actually in a rather crushed-s-spot," he added, the footsteps growing ever closer until the large, bulky aliens finally appeared in the blue light of the sonic screwdriver. All five had sleek, golden spears drawn and were kitted in full armor. They must have been expecting a fight, but with what, the Doctor didn't know. They all looked similar to the group he had aided but the colouring of their armour was different - dark brown leather pads instead of overpowering grey.

"Hello, gents - am I g-glad to see some friendly faces around here! Just between us, these cave walls aren't much for conversa-"

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The leader of the group bellowed, stepping forwards with the sharp end of his weapon only inches away from the Time Lord's face. The Doctor, unable to protect himself, tried to keep his brown eyes locked onto the blue orbs that were staring down at him. His friendly approach usually always calmed tensions but it couldn't work all the time, he thought.

"Well, if I told you that the northern camp asked for my h-help to track down an alien ball of energy that, upon exploding, caused a cave-in which now has me trapped since all the strapping big fellas I came with ran off without helping me... would you b-believe me?"

The alien cheif and the rest of the threatening group looked between one another, almost debating whether they should believe the thin man lying on the ground.

"Honestly, it's the truth... I was just here t-to help. Now, if you wouldn't mind helping moving these rocks I need to get back to my frie-"

"Silence!" the leader bellowed. To the Doctor's utter dismay, another creak from the rock pile echoed through the chasm and a boulder slipped from the very top. It crashed down near the leader, causing the group to jump back while also narrowly missing the Doctor's side. The Time Lord sighed in relief - or was he relieved? A simple cry for help seemed to be getting him nowhere and, at this rate, he would be crushed if he tried to reason with them any longer.

"P-please," he pleaded, now in a much softer tone, "I just need one of you to move a few rocks and I-I'll leave immediately. If this is your turf then take it up with the leader of the northern camp."

"This cave-in caused a tremor," the leader growled, restraining himself from interrupting the chatty, shivering man again, "it destroyed two of our buildings and nearly killed several of our warriors. We came in search of any culprits and we found you, an outsider. If you're partly responsible for this, then the punishment of our people is death.Your crime is certain and we will not take into account your off-world plea."

Right. Of course it would be death. No rainbows and sunshine present. Straight to the point.

"What?" the Doctor stated, "N-now hold on a second, I never intended for the cave to collapse, I w-was only trying to h-"

A firm kick to the face stopped his plea. The large, armour-clad foot smacked violently into what felt like the entirety of his face, throwing it back and causing horrible vibrations from the impact. Within seconds, droplets of blood escaped from the Doctor's nose and, with no strength to keep his posture defensive, let his whole upper body collapse from the impact of the kick, his face buried in rubble and his breathing raw.

Selfish, ignorant - now he could add violent to his ever-growing negative list.

"You have no say in this!" the leader declared. None of them took pity on the trapped man, nor had they listened to any of his pleas. The Doctor managed to keep one eye feebly looking up, the figures now blurred in the blue light as he tried to retain some of his dwindling focus.

"You... you c-cant do this," the Time Lord wheezed, unable to keep his jaw tremors at bay from the cold and pain, "I h-have r-rights, under the juri... jurisdiction of the Shadow Procla-AH!"

Another kick. This time, his ear caught the brunt force.

"What should we do with him? A quick death would perhaps be more efficient... it would shut him up quicker," one of the group suggested while another shook his head, ignoring the Time Lords wheezes and groans of discomfort.

"Maybe we should leave him to starve... he already appears to be near it."

"Silence - you all know the law. We came here to find the one guilty of the collapse and we found him. I carried out the sentence, it is I who follows through with it," the leader confided, "if the northern clan finds him, they will heed our warning. If what he says is even true."

For the second time that day, the Doctor had no plan. He couldn't run or even move. He couldn't plea for his life. He couldn't even use his most entrusted tool.

He couldn't save himself. And his hearts were now pumping with fear. Not just for himself.

But for Donna.

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The Adventures Of Eric Derekson Chapter 10 | A Conversation That Should Have Happened A While Ago And A Very Long Story Titile That’s Stating To Sound Like That Of A Fall Out Boy Song.

Warnings: none that i can think of

Relationship: Heric

Characters: Host, Eric, Bim, cameos from several other Egos

Eric was nervous. duh.

On this particular day, he was nervous because he had a big problem. A big, tall, handsome, trenchcoat-wearing problem. The Host. He had been Erics very best and closest friend (and not so secret crush) for months now. If he didn’t tell The Host how he felt sometime soon he would explode.

And therein lies the rub. because if he told The Host how he felt and got rejected, he’d never be able to talk to him again. He couldn’t take that chance, never. And so, he suffered and suffered, until one day, he couldn’t take it anymore and sought help from the manor’s self-proclaimed relationship expert.

Bim trimmer. Who was also, coincidentally, the manor’s not-so-self-proclaimed gossip hound. But Eric didn’t really know who else to go to, so there he stood, outside of Bims bedroom door.

The door flew open the second he knocked. and there stood Bim, wearing nothing but polka dotted leggings, knee high boots, and a glittery purple scarf, for some reason.

“Eric! What a pleasant surprise! Sorry for not being as put together as I usually am, but i was cleaning out my closet, which basically means that I try on everything in it and throw away what isn’t in season anymore.”

“O-Oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t know you were busy...i don’t wanna be a bother, i’ll come back another time-“

“Nonsense! a quiet lil’ cutie like you could never bother me!” Bim wrapped an arm around Eric’s shoulders and guided him into the room, which, to Eric, looked like the place where New York fashion week went to die. there were clothes of all kinds scattered everywhere. well, except for a little couch up against the wall, which was where Bim was taking him.

The gameshow host snapped his fingers. Inexplicably, the room was suddenly spotless, and he was wearing his usual attire of a three piece suit and tie.

“There. Much better.”

“But don’t you wanna finish going through your clothes...?”

“oh, I never throw away anything in my closet anyway. i’m sure if you went far enough in there you’d find some stuff from the ‘40s. Anyway, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Um...you’re t-the ‘relationship expert,’ right?”

“The one and only.”

“...Okay. B-Before I tell you anything, y-you have to promise me you won’t t-tell anybody.”

“Aww!”

“Please, Bim..?”

“Fine. You’re lucky you’re too cute to say no to.”

“T-Thank you. Now um...I kinda sorta like somebody.”

“Do tell.”

“Okay, okay...i-it might be a bit surprising, but...I-I like The Host.”

Bim snorted before hiding his face and breaking into a fit of giggles.

“Oh honey, I know. Everyone knows.”

Eric blushed immediately. “E-Everyone?”

“Well, everyone except Host at least. The poor bastard is as clueless as you are.”

“What...?”

“He likes you too. it’s so obvious. plus, he rants to me about how cute he thinks you are every damn day.”

“H-He what??”

Bim laughed even harder. “Babe, you have no idea how many of us have been internally screaming at you two to just date already.”

Eric didn’t know whether to laugh or blush or cry. In the end, he settled for putting on a big goofy grin. “S-So he likes me back!?”

“Yes, you dummy!” Bim paused and took a deep breath. “i’m sorry, that was rude. you’re not a dummy, you’re beautiful and perfect just the way you are. But you’re kinda clueless when it comes to relationship stuff.”

“I guess you’re r-right...B-But now i know he likes me back!”

Eric sprung up from his seat to head to his room, but not before giving Bim a quick hug and a “Thank you!”

He was a giggling, blushing mess the whole way back to his room. However, onece he got there, he stopped. What was he supposed to do now? if he tried to ask Host out, he’d just mess it up! he couldn’t let that happen! and knowing that The Jost likes him too was amazing, but it would definitely make their future interactions awkward. Oh god, he’d never be able to talk to Host now.

...___...

Luckily for Eric, the god of love seemed to be on his side. after hiding in his room for almost the entire day, he had changed into his favorite onesie and gotten ready for bed. However, before he could shut off the lights and snuggle up under the covers, there was a quiet knock at the door. He walked over, opening it a crack to see who was on the other side.

There stood The Host. He was fidgety and anxious, which was unprecedented in and of itself, but what really confused Eric was that he was holding what appeared to be a very tiny tree.

He opened the door all the way. “H-Host?”

“The Host apologizes for coming to Eric this late, but he wishes to speak with him about something important.”

“O-Oh, it’s no problem! I’m a-always glad to have you as c-company...” Eric went a bit pink, but he gestured for Host to come in.

The two sat next to each other on Eric’s bed. There was silence for a while, but then The Host cleared his throat and spoke.

“The Host apologizes again for coming this late, but he just couldn’t wait any longer.” He drew in a deep breath.

Host handed the little tree to Eric, who took it and looked at it curiously. “It’s a bonsai tree. The Host knows that flowers are more visually appealing, but they wither up in a few days and...Well, he just thought that it would be nice to give Eric something that he can keep and take care of.”

“Oh, thank y-you, I love it! It’s a-adorable!” Eric smiled and set the bonsai tree on his bedside table, then turned back to Host. “But why d-did you bring it to me?”

“Well, like The Host said, flowers are usually used for these types of things...”

“What...?”

“What The Host is trying to say is that he likes Eric very much, and has for a long while now. I-In a romantic sense, that is. He understands if Eric does not feel the same, but he needed to get this off of his chest.”

Host curled in on himself a bit, avoiding looking in Erics direction.

Eric, meanwhile, was blushing from the tips of his ears all the way down to his neck.

“You- You r-really didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“I thought I was being a total obvious mess, with how I couldn’t s-stop blushing when you t-talked to me, or how I f-followed you around like a lost puppy, o-or how I, like, short-circuited whenever you smiled at me-“

Eric stopped himself from rambling. “What I mean is, I um...I like you too. A-A whole bunch.”

The Host beamed. it was by far the happiest Eric had ever seen him, and he felt a little blossom of pride at causing that happiness.

“Eric has no idea how relived The Host is right now- And he thought he was being the obvious one? The Host thought it was him!”

he laughed. Eric laughed too. Soon both of them were in fits of giggles, both from the sheer hilarity of the situation and the relief that their feelings towards each other were reciprocated. After they had calmed down, Eric asked, “So...what do we do now?”

“...In all of the romance books The Host has read, this is usually the part when the kiss happens.”

“That...t-that sounds nice.”

The Host smiled a bit. Then he moved closer to Eric and cupped his face with one hand. And finally, finally, he gave him a slow, gentle kiss on the lips.

He’d never known why authors used the description of fireworks going off to describe the feeling of a kiss, but now that it was happening to him, he was beginning to understand it. The butterflies that had been in his stomach had all flown away, leaving a fiery, almost overwhelming feeling of happiness. When Eric moved to wrap his arms around The Host and pull him closer, he couldn’t think properly. all he saw in his mind were bursts of dazzling color.

Eric felt exactly the same as Host did. It was finally happening, everything that he had been imagining for the past months was finally happening! He could barely process it all.

Host and Eric pulled away from their kiss eventually, but they stayed in their embrace. Eric rested his head against Hosts shoulder, and hestayed like that until he was nearly asleep. Host laid him down on the bed and made to leave for his own room, but Eric grabbed his hand and tugged him back.

“Stay...?”

Host couldnt say no to Eric’s big puppy dog eyes. So he took off his trenchcoat and laid down next to him, then curled up around him.

Eric barely had time to mumble a goodnight before he was asleep. Host sighed, hugging the smaller man so that he would be secure. He kissed Eric on the forehead, then he too drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[thepopatochispfren]

UT/UF/HT/MT Sans proposing to their s/o

UT SANS

Youalways stopped by to visit Sans at his hot dog stand during yourlunch break.  It was sort of like having a half-hour date every day,and you told him this at some point, making him giggle.  Giggle,and turn the prettiest shade of blue.  That was why it became anormal part of your routine.  And today was no different, though Sanswas fidgeting as you took your first bite into the hot dog heprepared for you.  You were a little concerned, but when you asked,Sans dismissed your concerns with a smile, so you dropped it.  Youtook another bite of the hot dog and nearly spit it out when yourteeth came in contact with something hard.  You reached into yourmouth, Sans’ eye lights locked onto you the entire time, and pulledout a ring.  You wiped it off with your sleeve, watching as itchanged from blue to yellow.

“Isthis a mood ring?”  you asked, cracking a grin.

Sanschuckled, though it sounded off – nervous.  He clicked hisfingertips together.  “sorta?  um, alphys helped me make it.  ithas my magic in it.”

Thatmade you look at it in an entirely different light.  You knew Sans’magic took on a blue hue, but the only time you’d seen the othercolor involving his magic was when he woke from night terrors, withhis left eye light flickering between blue and yellow.  Sans roundedthe hot dog cart so he was standing in front of you, taking the ringand holding your hand.

“uh,human customs are weird, but monster customs might confuse you,so…”  He dropped to a knee, sweat beading his skull and hischeeks flushing.  “i love you a bun-ch.” His eyes darted to the hot dog sitting in your other hand and yougave a surprised laugh, face burning.  “and i didn’t think i’d everget to this point with anyone.  but i have, with you, a-and…”

Hetrailed off as you set the hot dog aside, raising your hand to wipeyour wet eyes.  His eye lights turned to stars when he saw the grinstretching across your face.

“i’dreally like to share my life – and soul–with you.  wh-what do you say?”

Heslid the ring onto your finger and it was a little big, but as youwatched, it shrank that little bit it needed to to fit your fingersnugly.  He looked up at your hopefully and you beamed back.

“Howcould I say no?”

UFSANS

Sanshad been acting nervous all day.  Now that in itself wasn’t somethingunusual – with the life he lived Underground, paranoia was anoccasional symptom of the day, and you’d learned to work around it. But the kind of anxious behaviour he was exuding was just…different.  You found out why that evening, when Sans appeared beforeyou while you were reading a book on his couch.  When you glanced up,he was sweating heavily – again, nothing new, but something aboutit was making you worried.

“hey,sweetheart,” he started.  “d-do you wanna go stargazing with me?”

Youagreed, of course, and took Sans’ hand when he offered it.  You twotook a shortcut to the park – it was spacious, dotted with trees,and had a decent-sized lake that was usually pretty crowded in thesummers.  In fact, the lake was where Sans had taken you, and layingin front of it was a quilt you were pretty sure belonged to Toriel,and a picnic basket.

“Aw,Sans,” you cooed, “you could’ve told me it was a date.  Iwould’ve dressed for the occasion.”  You were clad in loosesweatpants, a simple t-shirt, and a pair of Sans’ slippers.

“it’sfine,” he said quickly.  “y-you look great in anythin’.”

Yourskelebae could be such a charmer.  Still hand-in-hand, you twosettled onto the blanket and enjoyed a simple meal of sandwiches. You even dared to take a swig out of his bottle of mustard, thoughyou had to wash it down with a cup of Sea Tea afterwards, Sanslaughing as you gagged.  You didn’t mind making a fool of yourself,though, because he looked so much more relaxed now.  Once you’dfinished with the food, you two laid back and watched the starstwinkle far above, occasionally passed over by wispy clouds.  It wasa nice night.

“Thisis nice,” you whispered.

“yeah,”Sans said just as softly, and when you glanced over, he was watchingyou, his eye lights forming hearts.  He sat up abruptly, and gentlypulled you upright as well.  “listen.  i, uh…”  He cleared histhroat, beginning to sweat again.  You squeezed his handsencouragingly and that seemed to bolster his confidence.  “i’vewanted to ask you for a while now…”  He released one of yourhands, digging into his jacket pocket.  He found whatever he waslooking for and pulled it out; when he uncurled his fingers, in thecenter of his palm sat a ring.  It was a simple silver band with aninscription in WingDings on it.  “sweetheart, will you marry me?”

Youwere speechless, and Sans was beginning to look like he might passout from nerves, but with the effort Sans put into the date, thestars shining down on you and reflecting on the still lake, and thelove you felt for him, what else could you say except, “Yes.” You laughed, tugging Sans close enough to bump your forehead againsthis.  “Yes!  Of course I’ll marry you!”

Sanslaughed, too, sounding very much relieved as he slumped against you,fumbling as he put the ring on you.  You spent the rest of the datehuddled close and swapping kisses.

HTSANS

Youpicked at your cuticles nervously as you stood in front of theskeleton brothers’ apartment.  You’d never had a problem before withjust walking in like you lived there too – you practically did, butyou kept your own home because you had three cats and the brothers’apartment building didn’t allow pets –, but your nerves weregetting the better of you.  You wiped your sweaty palms onto yourhoodie, taking a deep breath, and finally raised a hand to… knock? turn the doorknob? when it flew open suddenly, making you jump with ayelp.  Papyrus stood there, looking down at you with a confusedexpression.

“HUMAN. YOU’VE BEEN STANDING OUT THERE FOR ALMOST TWENTY MINUTES.  ARE YOUOKAY?”

Youblushed heavily – you hadn’t realized you’d been procrastinatingfor so long.  “Sorry, Paps.  Um, I was actually planning oninitiating, um… Code Love?”

Hiseyes widened, and you weren’t sure if you seeing things or not, butit looked like anime-esque sparkles were twinkling around him. “REALLY?  EXCELLENT!  TODAY HASN’T BEEN ONE OF SANS’ BEST DAYS. THIS IS JUST THE THING TO CHEER HIM UP!”

Youreyes widened when you heard your skelebae was having a ba d  d a y. “Um…  Maybe I should wait a bit longer…”

“NONSENSE! COME IN, I’LL GO GET THE LAZY BONES!”

Papyruswas practically dancing in place as he waited for you to step inside,and once the door was shut behind you, he took off for Sans’ room. You scraped at your cuticles again as you hovered by the door,wondering if you should just sneak away before Papyrus can get Sansout of bed.

“heykitten,” Sans drawled from behind you before you could decide toleave, hand landing on your shoulder and making you jump again.

Youwheezed, clutching your chest, and turned to him.  He looked tired,his eye light a bit smaller than normal, but otherwise he didn’t seemtoo under the weather.  “Hey, babe.  I heard you weren’t feelingwell today.  Are you alright?”

“fine,now that you’re here,” he said, grinning as you scoffed for lack ofa coherent answer, ears burning.  “paps said you wanted to talk tome about something?”

“Uh,y-yeah.  I wanted to take you out to lunch, if you’re hungry…?”

Hechuckled.  “i’m always hungry.”  Though his tone was light, youknew it was… partially true.  The hunger was psychological, ratherthan physical, but he never turned down food, and he never wasted it. “let me just tell paps-”

“NONEED, BROTHER!”  Now Papyrus was standing behind you, hands on hiships.  “GO ENJOY YOUR DATE!”

“'kay. see ya later, bro.”

Papyrusflashed you a thumbs up as you followed Sans out the door.  You andSans ended up at Grillby’s, because not only was it Sans’ favoritefood place, but you’d also had your first date there, and that madeit the perfect place for what you had planned.  You had a feelingthat Papyrus had called Grillby ahead of time, though, because whileSans wasn’t paying attention – telling jokes to the other patronsof the bar –, Grillby whispered a crackling, “good luck,” as hedelivered your food.

Afteryou and Sans had your fill, and he was beginning to work on hisketchup, you shifted in your seat so you had one knee under you –because you were too short to kneel on the floor for this and notlook ridiculous because of the bar stool heights.

“Sans.”

Hehummed, glancing over, then turning in his chair to face you. “what’s wrong?”  he asked, squeezing more ketchup into his mouth.

“Ilove you so, somuch.” He coughed, blue magic making his cheekbones glow.  “And I don’tknow how monsters would do this, but…”  You pulled the ring boxout of the hoodie pocket, opening it and holding it up to Sans withshaking hands.  His eye light had disappeared and ketchup wasdripping down his chin as he stared blankly.  Only Grillby’s discreetgesture out of Sans’ sight forced you to keep talking.  “I wouldn’twant to spend the rest of my life with anyone else, s-so, will youmarry me?”

“g-geez,”Sans stammered, skull beading with sweat.  “how long have you beenplanning this?”

Thatthrew you off a little, but you replied anyway, “Maybe a month?”

“iwanted to beat you to it, but i guess i hesitated too long,” hesighed, scratching the back of his skull, then reaching into hispocket to pull out a ring dotted with small jewels.  They were eachsoftly glowing the same color as your soul, pulsing in a rhythmsimilar to that of a heart beat, and when your breath caught, thelight flickered.

Youtwo made eye contact, then burst out laughing, the other patrons ofGrillby’s – who’d been watching with baited breath – cheered asyou exchanged rings.

MTSans (forthose who don’t know, Sans and Papyrus live in an abandonedwarehouse; the front half is a fake storage area, the back half istheir home; also, sorry this one is so rough.  I don’t know Mobtale too well)

“…andthen he pasta-way!”

Grillbysighed heavily as your audience – consisting of the other barpatrons – joined in your cackling.  You were enjoying your day offfrom work while your favorite skeleton brothers were busy, even ifyou could already hear the betrayed “Nyeeeh!”you’d receive from Papyrus when (not if, when)he discovered you’d taken to following in Sans’ steps in the masteryof pun-making.

“Thanksfor humoring me, guys!”  You slid off of your stool, dropping goldonto the counter, not because you ever drank in Grillby’s, butbecause you were “secretly” chipping away at Sans’seemingly-infinite tab for him.  “I better head out; got somegroceries to collect.”  As the crowd dispersed away from the barand back to their normal tables, you patted Grillby’s hand as he idlyscrubbed at a spot on the counter.  “If Sans stops by here, let himknow I went home?”  After the bartender nodded, you gave one lastwave to the other customers and left.

Yourshopping trip was pretty short – you bought more spaghetti to fuelPapyrus’ attempts of running a stand, some bread and hot dogs, asmall variety of fruits, and a few new flowers to replace the wiltingones in the kitchen.  The trip home was longer, as you double andtriple-checked to make sure you weren’t being followed.  You didn’thave to take the precaution when your boys were around, but it wasalways better to be too-cautious than not careful enough when youwere on your own.

Thewarehouse the boys called home seemed quiet as usual without Papyrus’energy, but when you entered the actual “house” portion of thebuilding, you immediately felt a presence when you should’ve beenalone.  Entering the kitchen, you nearly dropped your bags at thesight of blood smeared around the area where the hidden trapdoor was,and fainter streaks of red leading across the living room, behind thecouch.  You set your groceries onto the counter to worry about later,digging out a knife before slowly following the trail.  It endedbefore the bathroom door, which was only cracked open enough toreveal the lights on inside.  You could hear someone digging throughthe cabinet under the sink, and you held your breath as you preparedto shove the door open to catch the intruder by surprise.

“…babe?”

Sans’voice both made you nearly jump out of your skin and slump to thefloor in relief.  You could hold your own just fine, most of thetime, but you definitely felt better knowing you wouldn’t be dealingwith a foe who’d somehow found your home.  You tossed the knifetowards the couch, not wanting to startle Sans by having a weapon onyou, and nudged the door open enough to inch inside the smallbathroom.  Sans stood from the cabinet, setting the first aid kit inthe sink, and when he met your eyes in the mirror, you felt some ofyour concern melt away.

Sansdidn’t look like he was on the verge of death, despite what the messof blood had implied, but he’d definitely seen better days.  Bruisesdecorated his face, swelling (you weren’t quitesurehow that worked on bone except… magic?) already under way beneathhis eye socket, and some smears of marrow beneath his nose and grin. His clothes were rumpled and would have to be repaired in someplaces, though with all the blood stains, you weren’t sure if hisshirt would be salvageable; you’d have to ask Papyrus, it couldn’t betoo different from tomato sauce stains, right?  All you knew was thatSans was hurt, but the blood wasn’t his, for the most part, and thatwas a load off of your mind.

“mindpatching me up, doll?”

“OhSans,” you muttered in a playfully-scolding manner, guiding him tosit on the edge of the tub.  “What happened?”

“doesn’tmatter,” he replied, and though you pouted, you’d expected thatanswer; he and Papyrus never let you in on the details of theiroutings unless it was important or you took part in them.

Youlet Sans distract you with a story of a bar brawl he’d accidentallystarted when he first discovered Grillby’s as your cleaned up hisminor injuries, tsking and humming under your breath.  He had a fewmore bruises hidden under his shirt, which were quickly discoveredwhen you had him take it off so you could soak it in cold water untilPapyrus got home, and you ended your doctoring task by wrapping acouple of his fingers, which held spiderwebs cracks that would healin a few days as long as he didn’t aggravate them.  When youfinished, you kept hold of his hands in yours as you looked up athim, registering his sudden silence.  He squeezed your hands,permagrin wavering, and for just a moment, you swore you could see awisp of blue magic around his left eye light.

“…marry me.”

Thestatement came out of nowhere and you were struck soundless, staringat Sans with large eyes.  His grip on you tightened, as if he wasafraid that you would flee if he let go.

“sorry.” He sounded as uncharacteristically nervous as he looked.  “i mean,willyou marry me?  i know that there’s already some potential danger justbeing with me as we are, and i hadn’t planned this, so i don’t evenhave a ring, but… well, what do you say?”

Youchuckled breathlessly, pulling your hands from his.  His eye lightsflickered for a moment, before you wrapped your arms around him in ahug, careful of his wounds, resting your forehead against his bonyshoulder; his arms dropped to your waist in return.

“Idon’t care about the ‘dangers,’ Sans.  Of course I’ll marry you.”

Aloud, excited squeal suddenly erupted from the living room.  “OH MYGOODNESS!  BROTHER, YOU FINALLY DID IT!  AND THEY SAID YES!”

Sanschuckled, the sound traveling straight to your bones, and you laughedwith him as the other skeleton burst into the bathroom and scoopedyou both into a crushing hug.

[yougottalovebuckybarnes]

Losing Everything (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Okay, okay,  I know I did one kinda like this before, but I was feeling like writing more angst today, so bear with me. Also, the ending is different, so... yep. Hope you enjoy it. :)

WARNINGS: idk, angst x 10000000, but that’s about it.;) 

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It hurt to breath. 

It hurt to move, it hurt to blink, it even hurt to think. 

What she would give for it all to go away.  

Here she lay, a crumpled mess on the ground as the raging fight continued around her.  Her eyes stung with unshed tears, as they stared wearily up into the luminous grey clouds above her. 

The only thing she could think about now was her boyfriend, her Bucky, who assumed she was safely tucked in bed beside him when in fact she was laying nearly dead in the worst place she could imagine. 

A small sob escaped her lips, and she winced as a sharp bolt of pain ran through her body. The dark clouds slowly started to fill her own vision, and she knew that her consciousness, if not her own life, was almost gone. 

A loud voice grew closer to her, and her eyes slowly moved to fall upon Steve Rogers. A small trail of blood ran from a scratch on his cheek and his eyes were wide with concern and slightly... with fear. 

“Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me?” His voice was almost panicked, as he scanned over his teammates injuries, his heart almost stuck in his throat as he noticed the awkward angle that her arm was at, and the bruising around her throat. 

“S-Steve....” she mumbled, frowning slightly as she turned her head slightly to the side. “Where’s Bucky?” 

“He’s at home, remember? Where he wanted you to be, but you decided to come along anyway.” Steve brushed accidentally against her arm, and she let out a groan. “I’m so sorry. We’re going to get you some help.”

“Did we win at least?” Y/N murmured as her body was lifted up into his arms gently. 

“It won’t count until I know you’re okay.” Steve replied softly as he brought her on board the jet. “We’re going to get you back to Bucky. You just got to stay awake for me.” 

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat suddenly, her chest feeling incredibly tight as her body went stiff in his hold. “S-Steve....”

“What’s wrong???” His voice was panicked, and he put her down before hovering over her anxiously. “Doll, what’s happening?” 

She would never wish this on anyone, not even her worst enemy. It felt as thought electricity was running through her veins,  her lungs felt as thought they were on fire, and her mind was a mixture of both. But she wasn’t able to tell him, as much as she tried. 

“Tony! We need to get back to the tower, now!” 

Time went by too slow, but too fast at the same time. At moments, Y/N couldn’t understand what Steve was saying, his lips moving way too fast. But at others, it felt like her end was near, and her heart nearly broke as she thought of Bucky. 

Bucky had begged her to stay, to not risk her life for a stupid mission that Steve could’ve done with Tony on his own. But she had wanted to prove herself, especially to Tony who thought of her only as a child that would only get in the way. So... Y/N decided to solve this problem the only way she knew how... to slip out when he was sleeping. 

She had planned on apologizing, to make it up in one way or another. They had plenty of time left on this earth, and Y/N would find a way. But now... she didn’t even know if she would be able to say goodbye to her love. 

Y/N grasped Steve’s arm and he looked down at her. 

“B-Bucky.” She managed to get out, and his eyes immediately filled with sadness. “Tell h-him-”

“Hang on, doll.” He shook his head, as he tried his hardest to figure out how to help her. “We’re not saying our goodbyes yet.” 

As much as she wanted to say more, her body wouldn’t allow her to.  The darkness started to come in again, and as much as she wanted to stay, she knew there was no point in fighting it anymore. It would come for her no matter how hard she would fight. 

Her eyes focused on Steve, watching the panic spreading across his face with each passing minute that he tried to fight to save her life. It shouldn’t be him who would deliver the news to her boyfriend, but it would be him. She could only pray that Bucky would understand. 

With a sad smile, Y/N reached out and brushed Steve’s face gently, causing his eyes to meet hers. “T-Take... care... of him.” 

Tears filled his eyes and he nodded softly as her hand dropped back to her side. She smiled sadly, before breathing once more and letting the darkness consume her. 

---

The plane landed five minutes later, and Bucky was waiting. He wasn’t angry... he was furious. He was ready to beat the living shit out of Steve, and to reprimand Y/n for what she had done. He was ready... he had plenty of time to plan it out. 

The door opened, and before Bucky could say a word, a frazzled Tony Stark quickly exited the plane, holding a limp figure in his arms. He was out of sight before Bucky could say a word, and he froze as he watched Steve exiting the plane. His eyes were red, and he was trembling slightly as he approached Bucky. 

“You better fucking tell me that wasn’t Y/N Tony was carrying.”  His voice was deadly calm, his anger seeping underneath as he made dead eye contact with his best friend. “You better tell me that she’s still inside that goddamn plane.” 

A sob escaped Steve’s lips, and Bucky’s demeanor broke.Not even half a second later, Steve was on the floor, his nose bleeding from the blow that Bucky had struck.  

“Why did you fucking let her stay?!” Bucky’s voice was almost at a scream. “You should’ve sent her back!’” 

“S-She wanted to prove Tony wrong.” Steve managed to get out as he wiped away his tears. “I couldn’t convince her to leave. “

“Y/N looked almost dead when Tony carried her off the plane! She couldn’t handle that, not while I was there!”  Something changed in Steve’s eyes, and Bucky noticed. “What?” 

“Nothing...” he mumbled, and pulled himself off the floor. 

“No. No more lies... what is it?” Bucky grabbed him by the arm to hold him still. 

Steve looked at his best friend sadly before saying, “She stopped breathing on the plane... I don’t know if she’s going to be okay.” 

Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat, and he let go of Steve’s arm. His heart nearly stopped in his chest, and he did not know what to do next. 

“Buck... I tried my best... I-I didn’t know what else to do... I-” 

“Stop.” He fixed his gaze on Steve. “This is all your fucking fault! Why didn’t you save her?!”

“I tried.” Steve’s voice was filled with tears and desperation as he looked at Bucky. “I tried to keep an eye on her when we were on the mission, but one of them just took her down, threw her around like a rag doll. There was nothing I could do after she blacked out.” 

Bucky shook his head as he turned and began to walk away. “You should’ve sent her back.”

“She is old enough to make her own decisions, Buck. She doesn’t need her boyfriend to make them for her.” 

“Clearly she wasn’t thinking when making this one!” He whirled back around, fuming. “And neither were you, when you let her fight!” 

“I’m sorry.”  

“Apologizing doesn’t do anything.” Bucky’s eyes began to water, and he turned around before adding, “Nothing will be the same if she’s gone. “ 

---

Bucky walked into the medical ward, finding his girlfriend laying in a hospital bed, connected to various machines. His heart nearly kept out of his chest as he saw her chest moving. 

She was breathing... she was alive. 

“ How is she doing?” Bucky asked, his eyes scanning down her body, taking in each bruise and the cast wrapped around her left arm. 

“Mr. Barnes...” the doctor hesitated, before continuing. “There is something I need to tell you.” 

Whatever happiness he had felt a few moments ago vanished in a split second. He closed his eyes before nodding. “What is it?” 

“We have ran multiple tests, and unfortunately, we have had to declare Ms. Y/L/N as braindead.” 

That one sentence completely shattered whatever stability he had left. A sob escaped his lips, but he covered his mouth, forcing whatever emotion he wanted to set free to stay hidden.  

“We know it’s a lot to process...” the doctor added gently, as Bucky moved to sit in the chair next to Y/N’s bed. “But the kindest thing you can do for her now is to take her off the machines, and let her go.” 

Bucky opened his eyes, and looked over at his girlfriend. Her face had lost a little of its color, and her bruises were very prominent. But if anything... it looked like she was asleep. There was still life in her body. 

“Are you sure she’s gone? There’s nothing more you can do?” Bucky asked quietly, moving to take her hand in his. 

“We are quite certain, Mr. Barnes. “ 

Bucky bit his lip gently before saying, “Can I have a minute with her alone?” 

“Of course. Have all the time you need.”  after the sound of footsteps retreating grew silent, Bucky moved to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“You promised me you wouldn’t go.” His voice was a broken whisper. “You stayed in my bed, promising that you would be there in the morning and that you’d always be with me. But you left me anyway.” 

Tears pooled in his eyes and he let them fall freely. 

“Maybe you had some heartwarming apology for me if you had come back alright.” He shrugged as he looked away for a moment. “And I’m sure that I would’ve accepted it, no questions asked. But now I’ll never get to hear it... I’ll never get to hear you say that you love me again.” 

Bucky leaned forward and tucked a strand of her hair behind hear ear before letting out a gentle sight. 

“I would trade anything in the world to hear your laugh again.” He smiled sadly. “Or even to hear you yell about how big of an asshole I am.  I just want to hear your voice again, doll.  And I wanted to have you in my life forever.” 

He pulled out a box from his pocket, sniffling as he opened it to reveal a diamond ring inside. 

“I would give anything... to marry you right now.” Bucky closed it again, before continuing. “Even if it was just at a courthouse, knowing that you would be mine for the rest of my days would be all I ever needed.”

Bucky took a deep breath, before leaning closer to kiss her lips gently. 

“I suppose this is the part where I say goodbye.” He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against Y/N’s. “And I never thought I would have to. But here I am...” 

Behind him, Steve had approached the room, and was leaning against the doorway, his heart breaking as he watched his friend say goodbye to his true love. 

“I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. And I always will. One day, I'll find you again, and then my heart will be fixed. “ Bucky grabbed Y/N’s hand and gently placed it on his chest. “Until then, I won’t ever fall in love with anyone else, because you are the only person I want, doll.  Rest easy, Y/N. I’ll see you in my dreams.” 

Bucky kissed her again, deeper than before, hoping so dearly that her eyelids would flutter open, and that she would be alright. But he knew that it wouldn’t happen, and his heart broke even more at the lack of a response from her body. 

With a gentle sigh, he stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. His body froze as he saw Steve, and his sadness morphed into anger. 

“Bucky...” Steve swallowed the lump growing in his throat. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Just stay away from me.” Bucky whispered, before walking past him without another word. 

Steve could only watch as he walked away before turning to see Y/N’s body laying in the hospital bed. 

Not only had he lost his friend, but he had also lost Bucky Barnes, the only person who could really understand his story. 

He had lost everything. 

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A/N 2: Okay, y’all, this hit my feels when I was writing it, so I hoped you liked it. :’)  Have a good day

[subnova-scion]

🟊⟅⸉ IM GONNA TALK ABOUT NOVAVERSE CYM AND WHAT HAPPENS AFTER CAUSE  I HAVE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS LETS GO ⸊⟆🟊

During the final confrontation with White Diamond, not only were the CG’s unable to help Steven, they were turned against him. If the B-team had come in at that moment, they would’ve been turned against him, too. Can you fucking imagine? Seeing your family and friends slowly being possessed? Screaming, howling in agony as they’re turned against you? And you can’t do anything to stop it? And all you’ve got to back you up is your human friend who the person controlling everyone else thinks is disposable? And will not hesitate to try and kill her? 

And you’re just a child? 

Yeah!!! Steven doesn’t just end up having nightmares about being ripped apart from his gem once this is all over! He also has nightmares about the White Puppets. He had to see them turned! Every adult figure he’s ever trusted and loved had been turned against him by a villain who LITERALLY TRIED TO KILL HIM NOT EVEN MINUTES LATER. LIKE. WHITE DIAMOND DID THAT, KNOWING THAT THE ‘HUMAN CHILD’ PINK WAS ‘HIDING IN’ WOULD PROBABLY, IF NOT UNDOUBTEDLY, DIE. 

“I’m tired of this shit, Pink. Time to end it and kill the organic parasite so you can’t run from your problems anymore.” 

This is why Steven’s relationship with White Diamond in NOVAverse will be far from canon. He will always be scared of her!! AND THAT’S THE TEA! 

As for the attempted murder, Steven barely remembers what happened when it comes to getting his gem removed and seeing his other half. Because when his gem was taken out it was, uh, very bad. Like,, from a gore standpoint. He only remembers vague feelings and images. Both halves experienced the same event, but from their own separate perspectives. One half was bleeding out, though, and your memory kind of takes a back seat when you’re LITERALLY DYING. So Like? He remembers it? But it’s mostly one sided, through his gem half. And that’s why it feels so bizarre when he tries to remember what happened. It feels like an extreme case of out of body dissociation. 

Meanwhile, Yellow and Blue and the CG 3 couldn’t remember anything. They didn’t know what was happening, just what they were feeling as White was controlling them. It was severely emotionally and physically painful, and that’s all they knew! So they had no idea what happened, and the crystal gems freaked out when they were freed from White’s control and saw the state of their kid. Because there was still blood!! Everywhere! All over him! And Connie! Since she had to carry Steven over to his other half while he was BLEEDING OUT WITH A HOLE THE SIZE OF HIS FIST IN HIS GUTS. 

And these two kids were too relieved and in shock and generally traumatized to answer their questions! They couldn’t even begin to process what exactly had nearly happened to him. Nova had already started to dissociate as soon as he was whole again? Cause his brain was like: ‘Haha gonna just black most of that out and go numb to protect you and keep you functioning through this hellish experience lmao.’ 

Considering he was almost killed for like the 12th time in his 14 years of life, there are VERY obvious reasons as to why he began falling into a state of dissociation, but what he started dissociating from first is deeply rooted in what happened to him. The first thing he dissociated from was his feelings. See, after his human half sustained serious damage, guess which half has to kick into higher gear to keep him alive and functioning after going through awful trauma? 

The gem half. Which is well… Numb. We see that PINK!Steven literally cannot process emotion other than the intense, overwhelmingly negative ones. That sudden outburst, the literal grief and rage of a young god that is sick and tired of everyone wanting his mother to be alive over him. Quartz (That’s what I call Nova’s gem half) didn’t hesitate to strike at all of Nova’s loved ones. He had no attachment. He was doing what he needed to do to protect himself and his other half so they could be whole again. Everyone else was an afterthought. 

And that’s how you know Quartz is different. Because the human half, and even as a whole, Steven puts everyone else first. Human Nova (who I call Universe) is literally bleeding out and he’s crying out for his other half to stop because he’s hurting them. But that half is a part of him. And it’s a part he’s been needing to get in touch with for a long time. Considering Steven puts others before himself even to his own detriment, and the reactions of his human half only solidify this fact, if his gem half was anything like that, Steven could have died. He couldn’t afford to strain or distract himself trying to help or protect others. He needed to help himself. Save Steven. That was the objective.

And even as two halves are united again, the gem half is still more or less handling the reigns because of how straight wrecked the human half is at the time. It’s still working to protect himself as a whole. And the first sign of this emotional change is shown in the first thing he says to white after she tried to murder him. 

“I am a child. What’s your excuse?” 

See, now that he’s been reunited with his other half, he has all the emotions and feelings his human half provides, too. So he’s able to actually lay down some sick burns and common sense without going absolutely apeshit and creating craters with his screams. And this boy didn’t leave quietly with ‘If you let everyone else be whoever they are, maybe you can let yourself be whoever you are, too.’ No. That didn’t quite happen in NOVAverse. Yanno what happened? Yellow and Blue confronted White first, and since she had yet to regain her composure, she was shaken and defensive. 

They almost started fighting all over again. They were all terrified and scrambling in fear of the unknown. Until White’s attention was on Steven again. Because, who is this little creature supposed to be if they aren’t Pink??? What the fresh fuck is going on?! Now, we all know PINK!Steven is Mcfuckin Pissed. The gem is back-loaded with thousands of years of emotional turmoil and trauma, most of which isn’t even his own. And this is related to WHY he initially goes off on the diamonds, too. 

Because he goes off on them defending Pink Pearl. 

Steven had to relieve through so many of his mother’s memories of abuse, and her painful memories of regret regarding what happened to her best friend??? So to actually see Pink Pearl okay and looking like herself again was so important to him. He didn’t just go 'welcome back’ and pat her on the shoulder, HE HUGGED HER AND HELPED HER TO HER FEET. HE WAS IN TEARS. He walked her over to the CGs and said, “ You’re coming with us. ” 

LIKE. SHES BEEN SUBJECTED TO MENTAL AND PHYSICAL TORTURE FOR +8,000 YEARS??? GET HER AWAY FROM WHITE. And when White managed to regain her composure and what he was doing caught her attention, she asked him what he could possibly be doing taking her pearl? That’s when Nova went off. 

“ She was never yours. She was my mother’s best friend and you took her away and turned her into a puppet and used her as an emotional manipulation tactic to keep my mother under your thumb. 

You have kept her like this for thousands of years. It’s time she comes home with us so she can finally start to be herself again. Far away from you. 

Die Mad About It.” 

Boy put his foot down not just on that, but about his mom and why she left, and why he came here in the first place, that he needed White’s help. And everyone was in such shock and was so overwhelmed and lost because of what just happened that they listened to what he had to say and they did what he told them to! They didn’t know what else to do or how to move forward now that their worlds have been turned upside down! 

The night they got back to Earth, the diamonds had to hang around for a while because Steven and Connie are a mess and the CG’s have to take care of them before anything else happens. They have to get them checked out (thanks Dr.Maheswaran.) It was determined they were both in shock, but Connie wasn’t too badly injured. Steven, however, spent the night in the hospital due to blood-loss. He was in enough pain that he had to take it easy and mostly stick to staying in bed. It was fine, as he was majorly exhausted and slept like a rock. 

His nature as a demi-gem allowed him to heal faster, but the human half was still seriously damaged. He has to take painkillers and not be too physical for a while. He also has a sicknasty scar around his gem because it was ripped out so that’s Neat. When he uses his powers and his gem glows, you can really see the scarring. It looks something similar to what it looks like when his body comes into contact with destablizers. (He decides to wear bigger t-shirts from now on. He doesn’t want it to be exposed, and he doesn’t want his family to see it) 

Then, the next day was the big Bubble Bath. They were all up late, so the healing party happened the following afternoon. Once he was cleared, they checked him out of the hospital, and went straight to the fountain to meet up with the diamonds and finally cure corruption. The water from the fountain helped him heal more, too, so he was feeling better already. He loved meeting all these new friends and was so relieved it was all over. But after a few hours, as it usually is at parties, he just kept talking to so many people and getting distracted and, god, he just couldn’t leave. 

Yanno? You just keep trying to leave a party but someone or something keeps sucking you back in. All the people there. How loud they all are. Using his voice becomes exhausting. Thinking becomes exhausting. People talking to him becomes like nails on the chalkboard? Suddenly, everything is so irritating and blurry and painful and so, so loud he feels like he’s going crazy. And when he finally has a quiet moment to himself to be mindful of his own state he’s like, “Oh. I’m having an anxiety attack in slow motion and probably experiencing sensory overload. Cool.” 

He’s so mentally overwhelmed and burnt out that he just felt himself having a meltdown at ¼th the speed and knew it would speed up or blow up if he didn’t leave. They had to take him home and he just went to bed. From that day on, for another week or two, Steven is under the constant watch of the Crystal Gems and doted on. He didn’t particularly mind some affection, because he was just so relieved to be home. To be safe. To be alive. Understandably, his family and friends were worried, of course they were. How could they not be, with the state he was in after that fight? 

He looked like a dead boy walking, clothes and limbs absolutely bloody. They hadn’t the slightest clue what happened after White Diamond took control of them, and they could only look to Steven for answers. Steven always told them he doesn’t really remember what happened, which is only partially true, and they say that since then, he hasn’t seemed like himself. They say that in the aftermath, that he acted strange and cold, that now he seems ‘far away’ and is too quiet. 

While that was true, it was only the case at a certain point because Steven found it harder and harder to be around them when they looked at him like he could die at any second and talked to him like they want to scrape the inside of his skull with a spoon. 

See, Nova is struggling with his emotions a lot more now, in terms of emotional detachment and his literal demi-god power showing through in his personality a bit more? He was BORN a fusion, but reflected his human half more than the gem half for so long because he wasn’t in touch with gem stuff for the first 10 years of this life. 

This is why he couldn’t use his powers for a long time. But NOW that he’s come so far and has seen his gem half for what it really is, seen himself for who he really is, it’s changed the cognition of the human half. So now that they're whole, the gem half and all the Diamond Powers are like, ‘Hello, I am here now. I am also you.’ 

And both halves are struggling to balance the whole self out again. This is why his Pink Power™ is more obvious from this point onward. It’s the “Light of his gem shining through”, as White Diamond put it. Now, Steven himself doesn’t know this, so he can’t put his finger on why it’s so hard to talk, why he feels distant, not only from his family, but his own feelings. 

He needs time alone to work through them, to try and understand what exactly happened, and why he’s feeling so odd. At times, he feels simply… indifferent to everything, some kind of numb. But there is another uncommon feeling that frightens him more; Anger, it rises within him frequently, so much so that he almost feels bad about it when it does. He was never one to feel this way so easily before. 

Not to say he doesn’t have things to be angry about, to be emotional about. He’s angry because wasn’t even allowed to leave the house by himself for a whole week. He hadn’t seen Connie since they got back, and it seems that he could never get enough time with his father, the only other person who being around would make it easier to breathe. Every conversation with the gems eventually leads to being about what’s wrong, the questions Steven couldn’t answer, that he doesn’t want to answer. It’s hard to express this when they’re each being their own ways of overbearing about his well-being, and his anxiety is off the charts. 

The question of the Diamonds and what they were going to do, how they were going to continue, looms over him. It’s such a source of his stress that he has as much trouble falling asleep as he does staying asleep the whole night through. He has to know what’s happening. What they’re doing. He couldn’t just leave them be and expect things to not go back to how they were before. At times, he feels like he has to go back to Homeworld, but how could he? 

Especially if he told his family what happened to him? Steven knew that if he did, that they wouldn’t let him, and who knows what else would happen. Truthfully, he’s afraid they wouldn’t see or treat him the same anymore. He feels like he has to be okay as soon as possible so he can do what he feels needs to be done, but the longer this goes on the more he feels like he’s having a meltdown in slow motion. 

The peace he was hoping to have after going through such a harrowing time is yet again out of his reach… and it’s getting harder and harder to swallow his slowly boiling frustrations.

[pretty-idol-hell]

Introducing Fubuki!

My 5th and final (.... for now anyway..........) PriChan OC! Her name means “snowstorm” which matches her chill demeanor. Much like Hanabi though, it only lasts until you push the right (or wrong) button.

Name: Fubuki Type: Cool Brand: Secret Alice

About:

So, all about Fubuki.... 

Don’t worry, we will get to that.

But first we need just make a little detour to check in on what Hanabi has been up to since we last saw her…. 

A few weeks had passed since Hanabi’s fateful encounter with Luna of NightLight. 

Since then Hanabi had made many attempts to inform Luna that they are now bitter rivals, but all of them were foiled by Hanabi’s actual enemy... doors. And staircases. And running to hide under sinks and in broom closets because she tried to approach Luna without noticing Hikari was there.

Hanabi sat at Prism Stone’s shop counter with her head in her hand as she mulled over all of this and put some ice on a recent bruise. If only she hadn’t let Luna slip away in the first place, none of this would have happened. 

“That’s it,” Hanabi said. “The next time a fashion disaster walks into this store, I’m NOT letting her get away. I won’t let anything stand in my way of giving her a piece of my mind--EEK!”

Hanabi jumped as she hadn’t been expecting Meganee to come up behind her and clamp a hand down on her shoulder. 

“As long as you do it nicely. You’re on thin ice you know.  Do you know how many clothing racks we had to repair due to you running into them? I can’t have you go terrorizing our customers too,” said Meganee.

“Yes, ma’am,” said Hanabi. 

Hanabi hadn’t realized how soon after she had reluctantly agreed to this plan that she would need to put it into action. Because just at the entrance to the store was a girl with perhaps worse fashion sense than even Luna. 

She had on baggy, bright colored pants with horizontal stripes and flower patterns, paired with a vertical striped t-shirt, and topped off with some school loafers.

Her very pale complexion and light hair paired with that mess of color made it all the worse. Hanabi wasn’t letting this one get away. 

“Alright, it’s GO time!” she said as she jumped up from the counter. But she could feel Meganee’s glare burning a hole in the back of her head. Hanabi cautiously looked over her shoulder. 

BE NICE, Meganee’s eyes said. 

Hanabi approached the girl. 

“Um, excuse me,” she said. “C... could you tell me a little bit about the... inspiration behind your outfit...?”

The girl looked at Hanabi blankly. 

“Uh. I dunno,” she said in a flat tone of voice. 

Hanabi twitched. 

“Well.. you must have had... some... reason... to think those particular pants with that particular shirt would be... a good choice?”

The girl’s indifferent expression didn’t change. 

“It was comfortable.”

“B.... but... the... the patterns! Your fashion choice is a bit...”

The girl shrugged.

“I don’t really care about fashion. I can’t really see the patterns anyway.”

Hanabi finally snapped. 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!” she bellowed. “WHAT ARE YOU BL--”

Hanabi was stopped from making an even more terrible mistake by the loud tapping sound that the girl started making with her cane on the hardwood floor as she cleared her throat. Hanabi’s mouth dropped. Quickly her tone changed.

“O-OH! You… I... I wasn’t... I didn’t... I’m sor--”

“It’s fine,” said the girl. “I get it all the time. I know you didn’t mean it.”

The girl turned to leave, but found she could not take another step because Hanabi had tightly grasped her arm. 

“Wait!” said Hanabi. “Please. Please wait. I... I know I’m a big idiot. But. Please. Please let me make this up to you. I still think you can enjoy fashion just the way you are. Please let me teach you about fashion! PLEASE!”

“Um. I don’t really have time for thi--AAAAH!”

But Hanabi wasn’t taking no for an answer as she briskly began to drag the poor girl towards the back room of Prism Stone’s fashion department.

“Am… am I being kidnapped right now?” 

“No you’re being fashion kidnapped. It’s different!”

“I really don’t see how it could be all that much different.”

“FOR. FASHION.”

 After reaching their destination, Hanabi quickly closed the door and locked it behind them. 

“Are you sure this isn’t kidnap--”

“Oh yeah, my name is Hanabi. What’s yours?”

“Fubuki,” said the girl in monotone and quite annoyed. “Now what else do I have to do in order to get you to let me out of here.” 

“Well. I’m not letting you leave until we find a dress that you like. How about one of these?”  Hanabi approached one of the large racks of dresses that lined the wall.

“They all look the same to me,” Fubuki replied dryly. 

“Oh yeah, what about this one?” said Hanabi as she thrust a particular dress in Fubuki’s hands. 

Fubuki began to explore the dress.

“Wha... oh... It has lace. And wow, this pattern that the lace makes, it connects here… and here..... and the bows.... and there are little chains with charms on them too. Are these... playing card symbols?” Fubuki’s hands swept over the dress from top to bottom and back again. “It’s like, everything is all connected together. Almost like it’s telling a story. There are so many details, I just keep finding more and more... I didn’t know a dress could be like this. What is this?”

“That, my friend, is the Secret Alice Gothic Frill Night Coord,” answered Hanabi.  

“I... I think I love it,” said Fubuki, nearly enthralled in a trance. But then she snapped back into reality. She didn’t need to actually see it to know Hanabi had a giant smug smile on her face. “Okay, you win,” Fubuki grumbled with a sigh.

“YESSS!!” cheered Hanabi as she ran a victory lap around the room. After the minute it took her to calm down, she asked “By the way, if you didn’t care about fashion, what were you doing at Prism Stone?”

“I take singing lessons here,” replied Fubuki. “I also just like being in the presence of so many PriChan idols. There is this group I really like. They are called...”

Please don’t say NightLight, please don’t say NightLight.... thought Hanabi.

“Meltic Star!” 

Hanabi let out a sigh of relief. 

“But there is this other new group that just debuted on PriChan that I’m just starting to get into as well. They are called uh... oh yeah, NightLight!”

Fubuki felt the vibration of Hanabi’s drop to the floor. 

“U... Um... are you OK?”

Fubuki crouched down to the ground to check on her new friend. It was here that Hanabi explained to Fubuki in dramatic detail the tragedy of how Luna had robbed her goddess Hikari from the world of fashion and the plan to save her. 

“I... I see....” said Fubuki. “I didn’t realize. So you’re really became a PriChan idol just for that? How is it going?” 

“Uh... good......”

“Really? I’m on PriChan all the time but I haven’t heard of your channel before. How many followers do you have?” 

“....Um.... well......” Hanabi gingerly looked at her PriChan cast. “Oh! My Mom finally remembered to follow me yesterday!”

Fubuki bit her lip. 

“Well, maybe I can help,” she said. “I’m sure fashion’s not the problem. So how about I listen to you sing?”

“Well, OK,” said Hanabi as she took a deep breath and started into a song....

But she didn’t get very far before Fubuki had both her hands over her ears.

“GAAAH! STOP! What on the good green earth and heaven above was that was all of that?!” shouted Fubuki, with much more timbre and passion than Hanabi had ever heard her say anything before. The girl with the sarcastic, flat tone of voice was suddenly gone, and it was as though Fubuki had completely transformed into someone else. “Okay, you may have rightfully fashion kidnapped me, but I’m going to need to call music 911 on you because there is no way you’re going to be an idol with that cat yowling!”

“WHAT! It is NOT POSSIBLE my singing is worse than that terrible outfit you’re wearing!”

The two were just about at each other’s’ throats when all of a sudden, they both seemed to come to the exact same realization at the exact same time. 

“Wait... hold on...”

“With your fashion sense...”

“And your musical talent....”

“If we make a channel together...”

They reached out to clasp each other’s hands and whispered the following phrase:

“We would be unstoppable.” 

And that, ladies and gentleman, was the birth of Hanabi and Fubuki’s channel.... FlowerStorm! 

Epilogue:

“So, are you like... completely blind or what?”

“Actually, no. It’s just that the vision that I do have isn’t really very useful. I can see some light and colors. This room just looks like a big blur.”

“Can you see my face?”

“A little bit if you’re really close...”

“Like this?”

“Yeah.... Actually um. Is it OK if I feel your face a little? Then I could get a better grasp of your features...”

“Yeah sure.... Ack! I said you could feel my face not put your finger up my nose!”

“I wasn’t trying to! You moved! GAAH! W... Wait a minute, is this a band-aid? What a bruise! H.. how did you manage this?”

“I uh, I walked into a closing door. Trying to chase after that blue haired--”

“You walked into a door?! You were the one leading me around today. I was trusting you not to run into anything! I’m supposed to be the blind one!”

“Well no! Think about it! When you’re with me you’re even safer! This face is kind of like a door magnet. So I’ll be your shield.”

“....Good lord.”

Fubuki truly wondered what she had just gotten herself into. 

[sabraeal]

#51 sounds really cute! :D

#51: things you said as we danced in our socks

Set a few weeks before graduation

Wide Florida Bay | Previous

Horns rattle from the tinny speaker, and thebriefest bass guitar, before abruptly cutting off. Shirayuki frowns as shescoops up her phone, flicking the screen on – that clip is so unsatisfying, she reallyneeds to fix it –

r u done?im doneim dooooooonnnnne

She glances up from the mixer whirring away, catching the bookbagslumped against the wall of the vestibule, abandoned the moment she walkedthrough the door.

I just got backObi still has one more though

ugh ofctell him hes an overachiever and he should b ashamed

(He’s been sitting like that for almost fifteen minute,pointer hovering over Add Class, hisdesignated selection time bleeding out, only fifteen more before the juniorsgets to start picking their classes too –

“I shouldn’t bother,” he says, toneless. “You have to applyfor it.”

She tucks into his side, laying her head on his shoulder. “Sodoes everyone else. You have just as good a chance as anyone.”

“You’re not doing it.”

She blinks, tilting her head up. “I’m not the one interestedin informatics.”

“It’ll be over my credit load,” he tries instead. “I’d need permissionfrom the dean –”

She tweaks his elbow, just hard enough to make him squirm. “Good thinghe’ll be your graduate advisor.”

It takes a bit for him to blush – or at least for her to see it – but there’s pink just under bronze on his ears, and that’s enough. “That’s not – that’sonly if Admissions all goes temporarily batshit and lets me in.”

His chest shakes, breath coming quick, and she slides her hand down,covering his. “You should do it,” she says, studiedly casual. “What’s the worstthat can happen? They say no?”

His breath steadies, but not easily. “Right. Yeah.”

The click is less than a second. “Fuck ‘em, right?”)

i don’t think i’ll tell him that

FINELAMEsuzus been done since yesterday bcuz hes a slackerwhen obi is done we should celebratelike unreal amts of booze celebrate

It’s – it’s not that her heart pounds, it’s just – quiet,now that the mixer is off. Everything is more – noticeable. Now that she – she’s –

She’s thinking about the last time they got drunk at Yuzuri’sbehest, looming over them as she poured more and more shots, tellingthem it’s a celebration, everyone has todrink –

– I don’t think you’dbe so hard to figure out, darlin’. Obi’s drawl is liquid in her memory,pouring over her like honey. Just have toknow where to touch –

uh sureI guess?

u guess?is there some sort of problem?

She thinks of Obi, chest heaving,slack-jawed, eyes wide – if I capsize inyour thighs, high tide – of what he’dlook like with swollen lips, panting down her body, spreading her legs –

Ugh. She shakes her head. Thewhole thing is just – just – a pop-up she can’t shake, an ad that keepsplaying over her day at odd intervals, only instead of it being for somethinglike experimental allergy medication or Cialis, it’s for Obi, like she suddenly needs to be reminded every few minutes thathe’s attractive and also experienced, like maybe she should consider –

no!everything is fine!

It will pass. It always does.

…whatever the ideas r percolating ill let u know what we decide but like def booze

This isn’t – it isn’t a problem. Everything is fine – very fine, the most fine.

All her papers are written, revised, and already sitting in drop-boxes, her only final is a multiple choice test about European History, most of which she learned just from living with Kiki for a year. If anything, she is set, living her best life –

“God.”

Her whole body flushes, toe-tip to hairline, and she’s so busy trying not to think of skin under her lips, of hearing that in an entirely new context, that she nearly misses the slam of the door.

Obi tilts a long-suffering look toward her as he leans against the wall, toeing his shoes into the tray. “I’m glad that’s fucking done.”

There isn’t a problem, because whatever this is, it’s just a phase. Something that will definitely pass.

It just never takes this long.

“Did your test go well?” she asks, clearing her throat, like it might expel the images her mind is supplying as he saunters around the corner, shirt already pulling up taut torso, sun-bronzed abs on display.

“Hope so,” he sighs, balling his T-shirt up in his hand. “Otherwise Lata’s going to give me a few more of these for putting off our action plan.”

It takes her a whole minute to realize what he’s pointing at, to see the thick silver sprawl of scars across his back and not the way his muscles ripple beneath the skin, the way his shoulder blades make his whole back look like an anatomy model.

She frowns. “Professor Forenzo would never –”

“I know, I know,” he says, waving a hand at her as he crosses into his room. “Gimme a minute, I gotta get out of these clothes. It’s killer out there.”

“Right,” she replies, faint, definitely not noticing the way his hands settle on his waistband, definitely not thinking about his skin shining with sweat –

She doesn’t have a problem, it’s just – just that she hasn’t figured out a way to get him back, to close out this prank so she can – can stop thinking about that stupid song, and capsizing on thighs and what it might feel like if he –

plans decidedwe gonna go C L U B B I N G

Shirayuki’s teeth grit down, her hands bracing against the counter. This is fine. They’ve gone before, a nice little place above a bar in downtown Wilant; it’d been all 80s songs and they’d all had a little more than they’d bargain for, and Obi –

– you’re a squeezing hips, neck-kissing girl, aren’t you, darlin’? –

Ah, maybe she…shouldn’t think about that. He didn’t even remember it in the morning.

“You all right, Doc?”

She jolts, watching Obi settle on the couch, bare feet kicked up on the coffee table, arms sprawled out over the back, remote in hand. Her hands tighten on the counter, trying to ground herself, trying not to have her knees go weak as she traces the delicate bones in his feet, the strain of his t-shirt over his biceps –

if obi gives u shit tell him its obligatorythis is the price of fucking friendship okay

“You might not want to get too c-comfortable,” she stammers, stacking cookies, trying to look like she’s doing something in the kitchen, and not just – ogling him. “Yuzuri says we need to go out and celebrate.”

His head turns toward her, just slightly. “Celebrate what?”

“Being done with, you know…school.” It sounds weak, even to her own ears, and the grunt that comes from him tells her he agrees.

“We’re all going to grad school,” he huffs out. “We’re not going to be done with school for the next decade, if Lata has anything to say about it.”

“Well, it’s the end of undergrad,” she presses, feeling flushed. “And the end of our thesis work –”

“And just what is this version of celebrating going to entail?” he asks with a sigh. “I already have my sweat pants on.”

I’ve noticed is not the right thing to say. Neither is dumbly standing there, thinking how good he makes them look. “Yuzuri says we’re going clubbing.”

“Oh, no,” he says, firm. “No. I don’t dance.”

“She wants me to tell you it’s a non-optional social convention.”

“Is that how she’s getting Suzu to go?”

“Probably.” Her shoulders twitch in a shrug. “You know how she feels about this sort of thing.”

His eyebrows lift. “That there’s no better way to celebrated scientific achievement than to get trashed and grind on strangers?”

“Yes.” Not quit how she would have put it. “That.”

His look turns incredulous. “And you went for that?”

“It’s what she wants to do,” Shirayuki insists, because – because it’s not like she cares. It’s not like she’s thinking about the way he was dancing with anyone who showed interest the last time, wondering if he might –“She’s been here longer. Maybe this is the best way to celebrate. When in Rome, you know?”

“That is the exactopposite of an attitude you should have in Florida. Never do what people inFlorida do.” He rolls his head along the back of the couch to give her a flatlook. “It’s like you’ve never seenthe internet.”

She returns itwith a look of equal flatness. “We made it so the Olin maris can be bred in captivity. We’ve saved an entire species.We can spend one night doing what Yuzuri wants to do.”

“Yuzuri wants toget sloppy drunk and see if she can get Suzu to breed in captivity.”

“And we should support that.” She sighs at his incredulous look, padding out to put the plate of cookies in front of him. “Besides, I’ve seen you dance. You seemed – fine.”

That is definitely a word. That she can use. Safely.

“We danced at a gala,” he protests, “I wore a suit. Youstepped on my feet. That is not this. This is – swampy club dancing. It’s acircle of hell, not an activity.”

She refrains from mentioning the other time; she doesn’t think he’d appreciate remembering just how good he dances drunk to Come On Eileen, no matter how impressive it was.

“I think you just need to get excited.” She’s too used to his stare to shrivel under it. “You know, uh – get pumped.”

“Are you evenplanning on drinking?”

She grimaces.“No.”

“That is such awaste, you can’t even drive.”

She frowns. “Ihave my license now.”

He gives her apointed look. “You can’t even drive.”

She stares at himfor what must be a full minute before it hits her, grin breaking out across her face. “I have just thething to get you in the mood.”

“Aw, c’mon,” hemoans as she pulls him upright. “I’ve got so many Cutthroat Kitchens to watch. On this one, theycook spaghetti and meatballs and someone takes some lady’s garlic.”

“Look, you alreadyknow what happens!” She grins at him. “So now you can do my thing instead.”

He grimaces when she pulls out her phone, when he sees her bring up her music library, pleading, “No, don’t –”

“Why do you build me up –”

“I’m honestly concerned,” he mumbles over the tinny piano. “Do you know what kind of music they play in clubs?”

“–Buttercup, baby–”

“This is to pump you up!” she tells him, trying to guide him into a bobbing two-step, one he follows with the enthusiasm of a man walking to the gallows. “Get your blood flowing!”

“Oh my god,” he sighs. “Of course. This is your pump up music. Motown.”

“It’s uplifting.”

“You listen to Angel of the Morning when you get up, don’t you?”

Her mouth pulls thin. “That’s not Motown –”

“That’s not a no.”

“See,” she tries instead, “you’re getting more lively already!”

There’s a flash of teeth behind his lips, but he hides it in his shoulder. “Whatever, the song is ending. How about you put on an actual club song?”

Her finger hovers over her screen.

“This decade.”

“Fine,” she sighs, scrolling past her collection of 80s music. “I can do that.”

“Uh-huh, I’m–”

“Shawty had those Apple Bottom Jeans, boots with the fur –”

He stares. “All right, I’m concerned you don’t know what year it is.”

“They still play this!” she insists, starting to bop to the beat. “It’s on plenty of club mixes.”

“All right,” he sighs, taking her hands. “This is physically painful, Doc. No one dances like that at a club.”

“Plenty of people do,” she insists, leaving out that most of her club experience is seeing them on CSI reruns. She’s got a feeling he already knows.

“Come here,” he guides her closer, until their hips are almost touching. “Let me just – show you. End the embarrassment.”

“I’m not –” Embarrassing gets swallowed along with her tongue, because his hand hooks over her hips, her own right beneath, guiding her into a slower swing that barely involves feet moving at all. He’s not – not touching her anywhere else, but he’s so close he might as well be, and she’s just – aware. Of all of him.

He smells nice.

“Oh is this – grinding?” she squeaks. “I’ve heard about that before –”

“No.” His voice is entirely too deep. “This would be grinding.”

His hands tug on her, yanking her forward until his knee is between her legs, until every shift on her body brings her right down on his thigh and –

Oh, that is – that’s not –

Okay, maybe this is a problem.

“Oh,” she breathes, jolting away, right back into the wall. That should be it, end of moment, but she – she doesn’t let go of his hands, and then he’s crashing into her, just catching himself on the wall, her hands still twined in his –

“Sorry.” He swallows; she’s so close she can hear it. She can see it too, and the way his eyes are all dark, mostly pupil with a thin rim of gold. His leg is still between hers, and her hands press up by her shoulder, and he’s just – so, so tall –

If he’d just bend down a little, maybe she could –

“Eep!” she yelps, pocket buzzing. “That’s just – I think Yuzuri –”

“Oh,” he breathes, pulling back. “Right. Her clubbing thing.”

r u guys gonna be ready soon?i wanna b drinking already

Obi’s already wandered away, back to the couch, and she –

i think our night is already spoken forobi wants to stay inbut let’s do breakfast tomorrow

boobut i get to pick the place

[paladin-andric]

A Past Life (Part 2)

The dragonoid shivered. Now that the adrenaline had worn off and his mind wasn’t fully preoccupied with fighting the dragon’s influence, he suddenly realized just how cold he was. The icy winds battered against his form, nothing more than a loincloth to keep him warm.

“H-Hey,” He asked, tapping one of the villagers on the shoulder, “W-What...season i-is it?”

The man turned around, brow raised. “...it’s nearing the end of harvesting season. Well into Sunfall and nearing Frostfall...are you alright?”

“F-Fine,” the black-scaled dragonoid replied, “I need...is there anyone willing to...part with clothes? J-Just rags will do, even.”

The man rolled his eyes. “I’ll see what I can do...”

The dragonoid took a deep breath, relieved. Now wearing a simple sheet of linens, he felt much better. It was little more than sleepwear, being a single, overly long tunic with no pants, but it still covered him, softening the icy sting of the wind. The breeze had really picked up all of a sudden.

“Thank you so much,” the dragonoid said, offering his hand.

“Don’t mention it.”

The dragonoid smiled as the man shook his hand, careful not to harm him with his long, daggerlike claws.

“No, seriously. Don’t mention this.”

“Our little secret.” The dragonoid winked.

“Thank you...” The kobold stood, arms crossed, eyes on the floor. He was wearing a shirt that was far too big for him, never intended for someone smaller than a human. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up as far as possible, leaving overly large bunches where his hands stuck out. The bottom of the shirt fell to the floor, leaving the kobold almost looking like some kind of robed wizard.

“No problem. Good luck on your...quest, you two.”

“Many thanks!” The dragonoid cried, “Once this is all sorted, I’ll think of some way to repay you!”

“Like I said; Don’t mention it.”

The two took to the road once more, Now better prepared. The howling wind was fierce, but not nearly as fierce as the desire to return. The inner battle raged on, the dragonoid fighting his urges and instincts as best he could.

After a few hours, the voices grew quiet. This happened before. The dragon’s power seemed to wane and wax over time, taking hold when the dragonoid had doubts, and weakening when he remembered how close he was. He suddenly realized that the kobold had been silent since they left.

“You’ve been quiet.”

The kobold glanced up at him, shrugging. “Not much to say, is there?”

“You’ve stopped asking to go back.”

 The little lizard rolled his eyes. “I know you’ll say no.”

“But you still wish to return?”

The kobold nodded. The dragonoid felt a twinge of guilt.

“Hey...do you...hate me?”

The kobold’s expression softened. “N-No, no of course not! We’re brethren.”

“But I’ve left. I’m not one of you anymore.”

The kobold smiled. “Ah, you’re just having doubts! You still hear master’s words, as I do! Once we get to the city you’ll see we don’t belong! Then we can go home, and be together with master and our brothers again!”

The dragonoid sighed and shook his head. HE was the delusional one! Once the influence was lifted, he’d see...

The trip continued in silence. A few travelers and caravans passed the duo by, shooting them confused and suspicious looks. Suddenly, as rain began to fall, the dragonoid spotted it on the horizon.

A city, surrounded by a massive river. The one from his dreams.

“I-It’s Cay City! We’re nearly there!” The dragonoid began sprinting, the rope growing taut as the kobold strained to keep up.

“Hey, slow down! I can’t keep-gah!”

The kobold fell to the ground, dragging behind the dragonoid his manic haze to reach the city.

“Heeeeey! Stop! Let me up! My shirt’s getting ruined!”

The dragonoid ran up to the drawbridge, putting his hands on his knees as he huffed. The kobold pulled himself back to his feet, covered in mud.

“Aww, look what you did...”

Before the dragonoid could reply, or even finish recovering, he suddenly felt two pairs of hands grab his shoulders.

He looked up, confused. The two offenders were guardsmen, wearing chainmail and helmets. They both looked enraged.

“There you are, dragonslaves.”

“What are you-”

The guards threw him to the ground, the side of his face slamming into mud.

“Gah! Hey, what the hell is your problem?!”

“What in God’s name made you mad enough to come back?” One of the guards asked.

“What are you talking about?! I’ve only just arrived!”

“Yeah, yeah, save it for the executioner.”

The dragonoid blinked. “The...THE WHAT?!”

Fear gripped the dragonoid’s heart as the two guards bound his hands with rope. He would almost be able to laugh at the irony of being forcefully restrained and dragged to Cay City, if he wasn’t going into panic.

“I-I-I don’t know what’s happening, but it wasn’t me! Please, I’ve come so far!”

“Stuff it minion. We know all your tricks. You’ll do and say anything to do your master’s vile work.”

The dragonoid was in shock. Was...was this the place the dragon ordered the raid?!

“Nooooo! Stop! Stop it!” The kobold kicked and flailed as another guard came over and started dragging him as well.

The dragonoid felt a pit deep in his stomach as the guards dragged him into town, through a crowd who began screaming and shrinking away in fear as the guards hauled him and his companion further into town.

As they were moved further and further into the city, the dragonoid saw something that shook him to his core.

Gallows.

They were telling the truth. These lunatics were actually going to kill him!

He suddenly thrashed in the guards’ arms, making them stop and work to hold him down.

“No! NO! You can’t do this! I’m not one of them! I was here to help! Stop it, you madmen! STOP IT!”

“Shut up!”

A swift kick to his face disoriented him just long enough for them to re-restrain him.

Squirming in the guards’ grasps, he was dragged before a crowd. A mob of commoners, poor and middle class surrounded him. Directly in front of him was...the man.

The bearded man.

“Rowland.”

The man’s eyes widened before quickly narrowing.

“How the HELL do you know me?!”

Oh, thank God.

“Rowland, it’s a long story. I didn’t used to be like this. You see-”

“Silence! Guards, execute him for his crimes!”

The dragonoid gasped as he was dragged backwards. “W-Wait, NO! There’s so much I have to tell you!”

The dragonoid and the kobold were carried up to the gallows. In front of the crowd, a masked man approached and began putting their heads into the nooses. Someone came over and placed the kobold on a stool, as he was too short to reach the noose.

“What did I tell you?!” The kobold cried, “Look at what’s happening! Is THIS your home?! No, master was all we needed! You abandoned him, and look at what’s happened!”

The dragonoid began hyperventilating, terror coursing through him.

He looked around in horror. All eyes were on him. Joyful, angry, reserved...yet no one looked concerned in the slightest.

“Help me...for God’s sake, someone HELP ME! Have you lost your minds?!”

“Shut up, you slimy wretch!”

The dragonoid winced as he felt something small and metal smack against his head. The crowd was throwing things at him. Cheering filled the air as the executioner readied him to be dropped.

“It...it can’t end like this...”

The dragonoid’s mind was a maelstrom of doubt as the kobold’s words rang through his head.

If you had never left, none of this would have happened, the dragon said in his mind. Look at what’s become of you. Are these REALLY your kinsmen? Would anyone who cares for you treat you like this?

“B-Be quiet...” The dragon laughed in his mind as his pitiful resistance died down.

You had everything. You were happy. This is the price when you throw that all away. You could have returned at any time. I would have spared you. Master’s mercy is unparalleled, unlike these barbarians.

The dragonoid gritted his teeth as the dragon’s influence filled him, pouring into the cracks of his resolve like a flooding ship. He even began to quit fighting. What was the point? He would be dead in a few moments, anyway.

Rowland approached, leaning into the dragonoid’s face.

“What is this about...leaving?”

The dragonoid’s resolve surged for a moment. Was he about to listen to reason?!

“I left the horde that attacked this place,” the scaled prisoner said, “I-I’m not one of them. Please, I’ve been through so much to get here. I was on a mission to reach you.”

“Me?” The bearded man looked suspicious, but at the same time, curious. The dragonoid quickly nodded.

“Why? Why ME?”

“There was a regiment of soldiers that were attacked a while ago. They were all killed...except two. They went missing. Please, this is extremely important: Did you know one of them? The missing persons?”

There was a long pause before the man replied. “...my cousin. He was the captain.”

The dragonoid’s eyes widened. “His name! What was his name?!”

An even longer pause. The man was hesitant, but he also seemed very curious as to where this was going.

“... Bartholomew.”

The dragonoid waited, but...nothing. He thought the memories would come flooding back, but...it seemed the dragon’s influence wasn’t that easily beaten. Still, there was something about that name, Bartholomew...

It felt RIGHT.

“T-That’s me! Rowland, it’s me! I’m Bartholomew!”

The man quickly gritted his teeth, snarling.

“You DARE insult his memory?! I’ll stop this execution and kill you myself!”

“N-No, wait! Listen! Please!” Rowland remained silent, glaring at the dragonoid in anger. It seemed he really was giving him a chance to explain himself.

“I was a human soldier that was captured with my friend here, and mast-I mean...the dragon...he...turned us into this. He warped our minds, along with our bodies. Our trip was so hard. Every step of the way, the voice of mas-argh! The dragon, I mean! Screamed at me, telling me to obey, to return. All I remembered was this city and your name. It’s all I had to keep me going. All I need is a priest or magician to dispel his wicked magic from us, and I’m certain we’ll remember everything. Rowland, please...it’s me, Bartholomew.”

He gazed into Rowland’s widening eyes.

“Help me.”

The man was silent for a moment before he turned to face the executioner.

“Stop the execution.”

The dragonoid nearly fainted, he was so relieved. Sudden shouts rang out through the crowd.

“Rowland, this is madness!”

Rowland waved the aristocrat away dismissively. “A single spell will tell us all we need to know. If he’s lying, to the gallows...but if this is really my cousin...” The man held his hand up, lightly brushing the side of the dragonoid’s muzzle.

“...what did he do to you?”

“I-It was so horrible,” he blurted, “Oh God, I’d wake up in the dead of night remembering who I was, unable to do anything about it.” Rowland nodded.

“Get someone that can combat this magic!”

Some time had passed since Rowland called off the execution. Him, the dragonoid, the kobold, and some guards were in a small chapel, waiting for the cleric to come down from her room.

Rowland was anxiously tapping his fingers on his lap, staring ahead at the alter. The kobold squirmed in his seat, eyes darting around. The dragonoid could only hold his head down as he quelled the dragon’s voice and prayed to God for help.

The main entrance creaking open made the dragonoid whirl around. There she was.

A woman in some brown robes. The outfit certainly wasn’t anything special, but the serious look on her face projected some presence, to be sure.

“Are these the ones?” She asked, voice flat.

“Yeah, this is...my cousin, apparently.”

“We’ll see. Stand up, and come here.” The dragonoid quickly complied, standing up and walking towards the woman.

“Undo the binds.”

“Mam?!” One of the guards looked over in surprise.

“Just trust me. This is for the sake of the spell. I can handle him if he tries anything, anyway.“

The guards hesitated before quickly undoing the dragonoid’s binds, rope coming off his wrists. He took a moment to sigh in relief and roll his wrists around before the cleric held her hands out.

“Put your hands in mine. And don’t try anything.”

The dragonoid did just that, standing motionless as their hands clasped together. He wondered just what she was-

Suddenly, it hit him like a boulder. He felt magic dig into his very essence, before tearing itself free, taking something along with it.

His knees buckled and his arms wobbled as he reeled in shock from the raw POWER he felt tear through him. The voices, they were...getting quieter?

Yes, they were certainly screaming at him as loudly as they could, but their words became more muddled, distant. One by one, they vanished. It wasn’t long before even the dragon’s voice was cast out, leaving his head empty.

There was nothing. His mind was blank, filled with nothingness. He felt so...alone. He almost wished the dragon would come back, just to give him something, anything. He was afraid for a moment, before suddenly, something else came flooding into him.

Memories.

All those brief moments in his dreams suddenly exploded in size and clarity. Like pieces to a puzzle, they began clicking into place, until it was all complete.

Bartholomew collapsed under the sheer volume of information that was flooding him. It all made sense. He could remember. He was Bartholomew, Captain of the Silver Swords, now gone...except for one other.

He quickly rose to his feet and turned to face the kobold.

“... Cornelius.”

The lizard’s eyes widened. “Cornelius? What’s... Cornelius? Why does that sound...so familiar?”

“That’s YOU!” Bartholomew cried, “That’s your name! You’re Sergeant Cornelius of the Silver Swords! And Rowland! You took me in after the raid on Onyx Village!”

“The Silver Swords...” The kobold muttered, eyes vacant.

Rowland looked happy, though his smile faltered. “It’s you...it’s really you...although...why are you...?”

Bartholomew frowned. “What? What is-”

He suddenly came to a stark realization.

“...why am I still a half-dragon?”

The black scales still ran along his body. His mind was restored, and yet his twisted form remained. He suddenly realized his shirt was in tatters on the floor. Why was that? What could possibly-

“...why do I have wings now?!”

Bartholomew panicked, his breathing intensifying as he felt the alien new limbs along his back. They were so large...bigger than he!

“That IS strange. Aren’t dragonoids always supposed to have those? Why were you wingless?” The cleric crossed her arms and inspected the dragonoid carefully.

Suddenly, it came back to him.

“The dragon said...I didn’t deserve them. They were too close to his likeness. They had to be earned.”

There was a brief silence as he bent his arms back to run his still clawed hands along the bizarre new additions to him.

“I don’t understand. Why am I not human?”

“Doesn’t work that way,” the cleric said bluntly. Bartholomew’s eyes shot open in shock. “What, you didn’t know? This isn’t a charm, or a curse...the dragon changed your very core. Rearranged you at your essence. There’s no residue of magic to take away. This is you now. Your mind was charmed, but your physical form is...just the way it is. There’s no coming back from becoming a dragonoid.

Bartholomew felt tears stream down his face. That was all he could feel, as everything else faded into numbness.

“N-No...no, this can’t be...I can’t be a half-dragon...I’m a human...I can’t live like this...”

“I’m sorry...there’s nothing more I can do. You’re just going to have to...learn to live with it.” The cleric’s face darkened as her gaze fell to the floor. Bartholomew recognized that look. The morning after the attack. A doctor had delivered the news that his parents didn’t survive the night. He had the same look of sorrow plastered on him. Not personal grief, but the heartache of being the bearer of bad news.

“Oh God...Oh GOD...please, God...help me...”

The cleric perfomed the same ritual on the kobold, who suddenly had the same revelations as Bartholomew did. He was Cornelius, no slave, no minion...a proud soldier of Geralthin. Yet, he remained a kobold, same as Bartholomew stayed a dragonoid...

“This...this shouldn’t be,” the cleric said, confused, “Minion Form is a simple transformation spell...you should be human.”

Cornelius looked down at his form in horror. “I...I thought...the dragon’s spell was finally broken.”

“I’m beginning to think this...magic...is something else entirely. If he didn’t use spells...hmm...you know, there’s a master sorcerer not to far north of here,” the cleric offered, “Perhaps...perhaps he might know something. If not, well...maybe the DRAGON could give us our answers...”

“The dragon?!” Rowland yelled, “You think HE’LL help us?!”

The cleric smirked. “Well...maybe if we geld him...”

Bartholomew shook his head. “What a fix...and yet...if what you’re saying is true...there’s still hope.”

The cleric shrugged. “Wish there was more I could do. I AM very sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Cornelius said flatly, “It’s that damn dragon’s fault...and...thank you. For...helping us remember.”

“Not a problem.” The cleric nodded and turned to leave. “Let me know if you need anything else. I’ve got some sick guy that needs my help.”

As the cleric left, Rowland stood up. “Cousin...”

The two stared at each other for a moment before they wrapped their arms around each other in a hug.

“I thought I lost you.”

Bartholomew felt the tears return. “I...I missed you, Rowland...”

“Listen,” Rowland said, “I’m going to help you beat this. I’ll do everything I can to help you with the sorcerer, and...I’ll even help you capture that dragon, if it comes down to that, but before all that...” Rowland leaned in, mouth next to the dragonoid’s ear.

“...you gotta come home and take a shower. You STINK.”

PHEW! Some “short” story! I’m really happy with how it turned out, though! This has the potential to become a full novel all on its own if I follow through on the trio’s quest! Let me know what you think, folks!

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[lunarimagines]

[ A-Z NSFW ] EXO’S CHEN

[ Full disclaimer: I got the idea from tenseoyong’s a-z nsfw series. I highly recommend checking theirs out!!! ]

A/N : Please also enjoy my Chen smut “Touch It” that an anon yelled at me about :)) Listen, Touch It is about a handjob... that’s all, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. 

a - aftercare

The softest person in the world after sex. He always makes a show of flopping down on the bed afterwards and pulling your sweaty body into his. He’ll lay with you in his arms for a while, his hand tracing patterns on the small of your back as he gets his heart rate and his breathing back down to normal. If you fall asleep in his arms he’ll slowly pull away from you to get a warm towel and clean you up. If you’re able to stay awake he’ll run a hot bath and soak in it with you, his arms wrapped around your waist and his hands occasionally coming up to splash you. 

b - body part ( their favorite body part on their s/o and/or on them )

He loves both his fingers and his tongue. They have such an effect on you that he loves to see. He loves the way you buck your hips up when he uses his tongue on you and the way you grab his hair desperately. He loves how his fingers gliding across your skin makes you squirm and makes goosebumps appear where he’s touched. 

As for his favorite body part on you, he absolutely loves your hips. He loves the way they feel in his hands as he’s pounding you into the mattress and the way they always feel soft afterwards. He loves marking hickies on them but otherwise he hates bruising them. He won’t even hold your hips tightly enough to bruise them. 

c - cum

Loves to shoot it everywhere that’s visible on your body but only if you’re okay with that. He doesn’t like orgasiming inside of you even if he’s wearing a condom. Instead, he likes to pull out a second before he’s going to cum and shoot his load onto your hips and your stomach. Super messy and his aim is really bad but he absolutely loves seeing you beneath him looking like a hot mess. 

d - dirty secret

He is super whiny in bed. He hates to admit it but he really is, even if he’s the dominant one. He always whines whether it is in pleasure or whether he is asking you to do something for him. He would never tell any of the other members and you’re sworn to secrecy as well. He would probably die of embarrassment if anybody found out how whiny and needy he is in bed. 

e - experience ( how experienced they are )

He knows how to use his tongue, his fingers, and, quite frankly, his dick. He’s probably got some experience underneath his belt but each person is different and so the first few times he has sex with you it’s kind of sloppy and drawn out as he tries to figure out what you enjoy, what makes you squirm, and what makes you scream his name in pleasure. He knows what he’s doing well enough to not hurt you during your first time with him and he knows well enough to make your first time with him beyond pleasurable. 

f - favorite position

He’s the ultimate switch so he either loves missionary or he loves you riding him. It really depends on his mood as well as yours that night but either way he loves being able to see your face during sex. He loves to watch as you bite your lip roughly because the pleasure you’re receiving and he loves to watch your eyes shut tightly as you do so. When he’s the one in charge, he loves having you in missionary so that he has easier access to your hips and stomach when he cums. 

g - goofy

He literally never shuts up... likes he is always so LOUD. That being said, he isn’t extremely goofy in the bedroom. More than anything he’s whiny. He rarely cracks jokes or laughs unless he’s not a sub or a dom but rather is a full switch for the night does that make sense?? He likes rolling around in the bed as the two of you both fight for dominance. Otherwise, he isn’t necessarily goofy but he’s not entirely serious either, even when he’s in control. 

h - hair ( how well they manscape )

He has a happy trail so it’s safe to assume that he doesn’t manscape at all. If he does, it is very rarely. He prefers to let it do it’s thing and spends his time in the shower doing other things... He would probably only shave if you had a real problem with it but otherwise he doesn’t shave and he doesn’t expect you to either. 

i - intimacy

He really is intimate in bed. He doesn’t like to rush sex and he always wants you to feel loved and taken care of. Jongdae also loves to feel taken care of so sex usually takes a long time and goes more than one round so that both of you can experience a feeling of love and closeness. 

j - jack off

He doesn’t mind jacking off. Sometimes he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. He also doesn’t mind jacking off if you’re too tired to have sex or help him out with his little problem. He also jacks off the first few days he’s away on tour and that’s usually it. He really doesn’t see a need to jack off when he’s close to you and he’s usually too tired after shows to even release any energy that way. When he does jack off he’s not speedy about it, but he also doesn’t take twenty minutes to find his release. Jongdae’s also super vocal when he jacks off... Again, he whines a lot. 

k - kink

He has a praise kink. He loves being praised but he doesn’t often give praise himself. He also has a bondage kink. He loves seeing you bound to the bed and squirming underneath his touch. He doesn’t break out that kink very often because he also loves you touching him during sex, especially when you grab his hair or the muscles on his back. Jongdae also doesn’t mind being bound to the bed. He likes to let you take control and just admire you while you ride him. 

l - location ( their favorite place to have sex )

Jongdae’s a classy man and enjoys having sex pretty much wherever. He doesn’t have favorites per say, but he does enjoy the shower. There’s something about seeing your wet body and knowing that he can make you even more wet that really turns him on. He’s less terrified of falling in the shower than you are as well. He even kind of likes the risk and his heart speeds up even more when having shower sex. It’s pretty rare though because it’s very time consuming and dangerous. 

m - motivation ( turn-ons)

He gets turned on when you tug roughly on his hair, especially when you’re making out with him. He also gets turned on when you suck or bite on his bottom lip during makeout sessions. Another turn on for him is when you get suddenly dominate during a makeout session and climb on top of him and pin his hands either above his head or by his sides. Really just... gets him going. Maybe he also just really loves making out with you... 

n - NO ( turn-off)

Not a big fan of the daddy kink. He will try to go along with it if you ask him to but he won’t really enjoy it unless another member hears you call him that and then he’s like “that’s right because I’m very dominant.” He also doesn’t like public sex. Semi-public sex he’s fine with, like when other members are at the dorm or in a dressing room before he has to go on stage. Semio-public sex gets his blood pumping but public sex is a big turn off. The thought of a stranger catching the two of you makes Jongdae extremely nervous, especially with his idol status. 

o - oral

Yeah we all know he’s a big fan of using his mouth. He may not be a rapper but have you heard how fast he talks? Plus he loves using his tongue on you. Oral with Jongdae would be very slow and drawn out and he would almost always deny you of your orgasm. For Jongdae, oral is foreplay. 

p - pace

He isn’t quick but he also isn’t incredibly slow? He’s in the middle but on the slower side. He enjoys drawing out sex but not so much that it’s painful or makes you uncomfortable. He also doesn’t mind you controlling the pace. If you set a faster pace he will fall into it naturally and if your pace is slower than usual he won’t question it and adjust his actions accordingly. 

q - quickies

He’s not shy at all and has no problem asking you for quickies. He doesn’t ask for them often. This goes with the semi-public sex thing aforementioned. Jongdae only asks for quickies in semi-public settings and only when he desperately needs it. He may also ask you for a quickie before he has to go to work if he can’t get rid of his morning wood or if you’ve been teasing him all morning. Overall, he doesn’t ask for them much but he also isn’t afraid to ask for them. 

r - risk

He likes the idea of risk. He enjoys shower sex and semi-public sex. However, he does not enjoy career or life threatening risks, for either of you. This means he never wants to have public sex and he always makes sure his hold on you is good during shower sex. He’s semi-risky in practice honestly. 

s - stamina

He can go for as many rounds as you need him to go for. He only stops if he’s had a long day at work or if you’re tired. He dances a lot and has built up a lot of stamina doing that as well as going to the gym and can, therefore, go for as many rounds as you are up for. 

t - toy

Since he’s into bondage, he enjoys silk bonds or even silk ties. He loves how soft and smooth they are against the skin. He also loves how delicate they look around your wrists or even around his wrists. He’s open to trying other toys in the bedroom and really wants to try vibrators with you. He has even gotten you each a vibrator but he hasn’t found the right time to bring it up that he wants to try yours on you. 

u - unfair

Jongdae is actually pretty unfair in the bedroom, but only during foreplay. He loves to hear you beg for him to touch you, to do something. And he loves denying you of those things. As aforementioned, he’s also into orgasm denial during foreplay so it’s pretty safe to say that he’s pretty unfair in bed. 

v - volume

He’s very vocal in bed and also wishes for you to be vocal as well. He whines mostly though occasionally he’ll groan deeply and the stark contrast between the two sounds will nearly send you over the edge. Since he has a praise kink he wants you to be vocal in bed as well. He loves hearing you whimper as you tell him just how good he’s making you feel. 

w - wild card ( author’s choice )

He’s totally wanted to watch porn with you and try mutual masturbation. There’s something about mutual masturbation that feels very intimate to him. However, just like trying to bring up the fact that he wants to try vibrators, he’s also having a difficult time trying to tell you that he wants to try mutual masturbation. 

x - xray

(I will not be doing x-ray… feel free to look up photos of their crotches on your own time.)

y - yearning

He has a pretty moderate yearning. He’s not a teenage boy anymore, but he also enjoys sex... a lot. He doesn’t want sex every single night but he hates the thought of being old and not having sex at least once every week. If the two of you have sex more than once a week he’s not complaining though...

z - zzz ( how fast they fall asleep afterwards )

He still has a lot of adrenaline after sex so it takes him a little bit to calm down. He’ll probably be up at least another ten to twenty minutes until his heart settles and his breathing calms down. Plus, he enjoys taking care of you afterwards and with taking care of you comes making sure you’re comfortable enough to fall asleep. Therefore, he usually falls asleep after you do. 

[punkassrichie]

yo for the prompt ask, some angsty 49+50 that ends in not quite angst, but not quite fluff if that makes sense? like reddie or stenbrough or bichie or whatever works?

i have no idea how long this has been sitting in my inbox and i apologize but here it is !!! i also decided to go with Bichie because it’s such an underrated ship and i loVe it!!¡

oh, and… i made it more angsty than fluffy bc apparently fluff just doesn’t flow with me *shrugs* and it’s longer than i wanted it to be but hope you still like it!

Bichie + 49. “I’d rather die.” + 50. “Please… I need you.”

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse, suicide attempt, underage drinking, vom-vom

special thanks to @trashmoutheds & @trxshmouth-t0zier bc they helped me (STEPH HARDLY DID BUT WHATEVER STILL LUV U SNAKEY SNAKE) anyway, ily guys and thank uuuuuuu 💖

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Richie’s had enough.

It wasn’t enough when he already had shitty, neglectful parents, but he also had untreated ADHD which really put him on edge sometimes and even though he knew he was book smart, he was still failing his classes simply because he can’t concentrate most days. And half of the time, this was okay to Richie. He could live with this.

But then he thought he couldn’t live with heart break.

He thought Eddie felt the same. He really did.

He confessed his feelings to him, in hopes that the smaller boy would feel the same. But he didn’t.

Some may say the boy is exaggerating, but Eddie was the only thing keeping him happy. Along with the other losers but they didn’t make him happy like Eddie did. He didn’t love them like he loved Eddie.

Richie was in love with Eddie.

Problem was, Eddie wasn’t in love with him. He loves him sure, but Eddie isn’t gay.

Eddie tried to let him down the best he could, which Richie appreciated, but it still hurt. It really fucking hurt.

He cried himself to sleep that night.

But very deep down inside of him, he knew that it was okay. That he couldn’t do anything about it and Eddie would still be his best friend forever.

He got a glimmer of hope, that he could live knowing Eddie didn’t feel the same for him.

Until the one time his alcoholic parents decided to finally notice him, Richie wasn’t in the mood. They were putting him down, telling him he was good for nothing and he wasn’t going anywhere in his life. His mother always reminding him about how she wanted a daughter instead of him. Richie stood up to them for once, causing his father to beat him to a pulp. His father told him to never disrespect him or his mother again when he was done.

It had been a few days since then, almost a week. Richie hadn’t been going to school, partially because his face was bruised and he didn’t want people, who didn’t care, asking questions.

But mostly because he was thinking about just… ending it all.

Sure he had his friends who loved him to death, but even then he thought– no, knew, that they were getting sick and tired of his jokes. Of him.

Since things were getting bad fast, he turned to his coping mechanism which was to be as inappropriate and as loud as he could be. He couldn’t help it, truthfully, but his friends didn’t believe that.

Every time they hung out it was “Beep beep, Richie,” this, “Beep beep, Richie,” that. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He thought everything would be better if he was just gone… forever.

So he decided. He was going to kill himself. He couldn’t take it. The constant pain. He didn’t have anyone he could turn to. Eddie used to be that person but now Richie thinks Eddie is disgusted by him. No, he knew that he was.

He walked over to his bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. His parents had different kinds of stuff. Richie knew that if he took enough, he would succeed.

In the back of his mind, he knew that there was a way to fix this. He knew he could just talk to his friends and maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

But he didn’t want to seem weak. He didn’t want to seem like he needed anybody. He’d rather take the pills than show any kind of emotions to anyone. Last time he tried doing that, he got rejected. And it still hurt.

But maybe… just maybe…

“I’d rather die.” Richie whispered to himself as he thought it over one last time. And it was true. He would rather die than talk about his feelings, just to be rejected again. He looked at the bottle of pills, knowing that it was the only way.

He took them with a small bottle of whiskey his parents had in their liquor cabinet.

He took a whole bottle of pills, and after a couple, he was already feeling a bit dizzy. But he kept going until he was finished with the bottle.

He went back to his room to lay on his bed. He was panting and sweating, his insides feeling stiff and his stomach feeling queasy.

He hadn’t realized he still had the empty bottle of pills in his hands until he clutched it against his chest.

That was the last thing he remembered before blacking out.

His last thoughts being, “This is the only way. The only way to make it all go away.”

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Bill had become worried of Richie lately. He knew he was dealing with a broken heart, but he didn’t think it was bad enough for him to miss a week of school.He asked Eddie if he knew where he was but he didn’t. He hadn’t talked to him since Richie told him how he felt.

And if Eddie was being honest, he felt a little weird to be around him. Maybe they just needed some time apart, he thought.

Bill knew what went on in his house, just like Richie knew about Bill. Their parents were both neglectful but Richie’s were worse. They both knew that.

Ever since Georgie died, Bill had been relying on Richie. Richie was his shoulder to cry on. His ear to listen. Richie was always there for Bill. So much that Bill didn’t realize that no one was there for Richie. He tried to be, but Richie always avoided the subject of talking about his feelings. He only ever talked about his parents on two occasions with Bill because he wasn’t in his right mind.

He grew incredibly concerned and knew something wasn’t right. Bill decided to go to Richie’s after school.

He biked over there as fast he could, barely saying goodbye to the other losers.

When he arrived, he threw his bike on the lawn and ran to knock on the door.

Something definitely didn’t feel right.

It took him a while to notice that his parents weren’t even home.

He tried opening the door but it was locked. He settled for climbing over a window that was opened in the kitchen, hoping that both of his parents were actually gone.

He didn’t have time to catch his breath because Bill really did had a horrible feeling about this whole situation.

And when he walked into Richie’s room, confirming his bad feeling, he started freaking out and crying.

He still doesn’t know how he knew but he didn’t have time to figure it out. He could see the empty bottle of pills from a mile away in Richie’s hand, so he had to get them out. He rushed over to Richie to see if he was still breathing, but he couldn’t tell. He started shaking up and shouting his name to try and wake him up.

When Richie wouldn’t wake up, Bill started bawling. But he couldn’t stop. He had to figure something out.

Before he knew it, Bill was basically dragging Richie to the bathroom.

It took him a while but he got there. Richie’s body didn’t feel like he was dead. It was still warm.

Bill propped Richie up the best he could over the toilet bowl as he stuck his fingers down his throat.

Nothing was coming up at first, making Bill lose his small glimmer of hope.

”Please… I need you.” Bill sobbed as he desperately tried to get Richie’s gag reflex to act up.

Suddenly, Richie started sputtering and throwing up the pills.

Bill sighed with relief.

“Yeah, t-t-there you go, b-buddy… Get them o-out.” Bill sniffled as he rubbed Richie’s back.

In the middle of Richie’s retching, he began sobbing.

“I’m so sorry, Bill.” Richie hiccuped.

Bill held him the best he could and cried with him.

“It’s okay, Rich. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

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After nearly an hour of Richie throwing up, crying, and apologizing, Bill got him to clean up.

While Richie was in the shower, he cleaned up the bathroom and himself since vomit went everywhere, then went to Richie’s room. He looked for some clean, dry clothes for Richie to wear when he got out of the shower.

Bill placed the clothes on Richie’s bed and headed downstairs to make some tea for Richie. He figured Richie would have an upset stomach after what happened.

When he was done, he went back upstairs, careful not to spill the hot tea on the floor or himself.

He entered the Richie’s room to find Richie laying on the bed, sobbing softly with a towel around his waist.

Bill felt his eyes well up with tears again but he knew he had to put his feelings aside. He had to be there for him like Richie had for a long time.

He placed the hot mug on Richie’s bedside table and walked over to Richie to put his arms around him as tight as he could. Bill knew all he needed was a good cry. Just to let it all out before he was okay to talk about it. Even if he didn’t, Bill would still be there for him.

Eventually, Richie calmed down. Tears were still in his eyes but he stopped shaking.

Bill didn’t know what to ask. How to ask. He couldn’t ask him if he was okay because he clearly wasn’t. He was feeling horrible and didn’t know how to comfort him.

“I️-I️ thought the pain would stop… But i just made it worse.” Richie let out a gut wrenching sob at the last word of his sentence.

“It’s okay, Rich.” Bill breathed out, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “You’re okay. Everything will be okay.”

Richie turned around and hugged Bill back like his life depended on it. He thought he was done with the sobbing, but yet, there he was, crying into Bill’s chest as soon as Bill laid beside him.

And Bill just held him until Richie fell asleep.

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