#and constantly accusing him of doing something wrong instead of trying to bring him in

[trans-yllz]

HELLLLLPPP you saying that as a teacher about the cloud recesses arc is so funny. ben what would YOU have done in lqrs place

AMHSMSHKDBSKDN

ahem *puts on my teacher ben voice* first of all we have Got to get nie huaisang and wei wuxian some fidgets, and those boys Cannot sit next to each other in class. no matter what, they are going to chat unless you move them. wei wuxian and jiang cheng probably shouldn't be near each other either honestly. wei wuxian needs to be given a leadership role to Give Him Something To Do. he wants to be important and show he's smart. you gotta make that useful to you. a conversation Without accusation also might be helpful? like how can I help you be successful my guy. lan wangji inversely maybe needs a Break from his leadership role. if it's distracting rather than helpful there are consequences for that. and the jiang disciples gossiping about jin guangyao in the back of class? absolutely not tolerated, go apologize and explain to me why that's unkind

I work in nature education so I'm biased but like.... this whole sitting in a classroom listening thing is not working. can we go on a walk or something? do a craft? and where's the inquiry! let's ask some questions! get that conversation flowing! tell someone next to you how you think this rule is applied in real life or something damn! of course the kids from outside of the lan sect can't pay attention, this isn't their natural teaching environment!

[fear-is-truth]

PLAYER 124 / NAM-GYU as your boyfriend

warnings — kinda toxic. mention of drug use. a/n — who should i write for next…

남규

nam-gyu is the kind of partner who constantly needs to feel in control. he has a fragile ego, so he’d want to prove he’s the one in charge in the relationship, even if it means belittling you in arguments. he’s not the type to openly apologise; instead, he’d try to “make it up” by buying you gifts or doing something overly performative to smooth things over.

wouldn’t outright say “i love you” (saranghae; 사랑해) unless it’s in the middle of an argument or you’re threatening to leave. it wouldn’t be the “romantic” type of “i love you”; it’d be desperate, like, “fine, i love you, okay? is that what you want to hear?” then he’d get mad at himself for even saying it lol.

he’d have a complicated way of showing affection—instead of saying something sweet, he’d tell you, “that hoodie looks ugly as hell, but you somehow make it work.” or, “you’re lucky you’ve got me looking out for you.” it’s almost backhanded, like he’s scared of being too soft.

when it comes to physical touch, he’d only be comfortable initiating it when he’s in control. he’d sling an arm over your shoulder in public to make sure everyone knows you’re his, but in private, he’d sit stiffly until you coaxed him to relax. if you tried to cuddle him or play with his hair, he’d grumble, “stop being clingy,” but wouldn’t pull away—and if you did stop, he’d be like, “what, now you’re ignoring me?”

he’d NEVER let you see him cry. he’d bottle up everything until it spills over in a way that’s either pure rage or self-destructive. but maybe, just maybe, he’d have a mini breakdown and choke out something like, “i’m so fucking tired,” and let you hold him for a minute before he shuts it all down again and pretends it didn’t happen.

his jealousy would be off the charts. if he even suspects someone else is catching your attention, he’d immediately become aggressive and violent toward the perceived “threat.” then he’d accuse you of flirting or not appreciating him enough, even if you’ve done nothing wrong.

he’d have this really toxic habit of trying to “test” your loyalty. like, he’d say something purposely cruel just to see how much you’d put up with, and if you didn’t take the bait, he’d either feel validated or spiral into self-loathing because he’s scared you’ll leave. he’s the kind of guy who pushes people away but gets furious when they actually go.

he’s manipulative and would use your vulnerabilities against you during fights, twisting your words to make himself seem like the victim. he thrives on power dynamics, so if you’re someone with a soft heart, he’d use that to his advantage to get his way. he’s not above emotional blackmail.

obsesses over how others perceive him, so he’d put a lot of energy into making sure you’re impressed by him. even if he’s not doing well, he’d brag about some minor victory just to hear you say you’re proud of him. if you ever criticised him—like genuinely, not jokingly—it’d eat him alive. he’d act like it didn’t bother him, but he’d bring it up days later in a passive-aggressive comment like, “guess i’m just not good enough for you, huh?”

he strikes me as the guy who’d buy you expensive gifts, to prove he’s capable of taking care of you. he’d probably get something super flashy and impractical, and then get annoyed if you fawn over it immediately. “what, you don’t like it? i spent a lot of money on that shit.”

deep down, i feel like he’s terrified of being alone. he doesn’t know how to show it in a healthy way, so it comes out as possessiveness. like, he’d constantly ask where you’re going, who you’re with, and what you’re doing—not because he genuinely doesn’t trust you, but because he doesn’t trust himself to be worth staying for. if you ever left him on read, even for a little while, he’d overthink it to the point of spiraling, doing drugs etc.

has zero tolerance when it comes to anyone disrespecting you. if someone said something rude or crossed a line, he wouldn’t hesitate to fight them to defend your honour.

definitely not the type to plan cute dates or do anything traditionally romantic. instead, he’d drag you along to things he already likes—bars, shady clubs—and expect you to have fun. but sometimes, when he’s in a good mood, he might surprise you by doing something actually thoughtful, like showing up at your door with your favourite street snack or insisting on watching a movie he secretly hates just because he knows it makes you happy.

his love language would probably be acts of service, but only in an effed-up way where it feeds his own need for validation. he’d show his love by offering to “solve” your problems, but he’d expect endless praise for it. he’d remind you constantly of how lucky you are to have him.

feels completely out of his depth when you’re sad, but he can’t stand seeing you like that. instead of asking what’s wrong (because vulnerability makes him squirm), he’d focus on practical things. if you haven’t eaten, he’d come back with takeout—probably ordering your favourite without even asking because he’s memorised it by now. he wouldn’t outright express his concern, though. instead, he’d shove the food at you with a gruff, “here. eat this before you waste away or something.”

despite his flaws, when you’re sad or feeling low, there’s a small part of him that genuinely wants to help, even if he doesn’t know how. he’d sit awkwardly next to you, fidgeting with his rings, and mutter, “you’re stronger than this, you know. don’t let whatever’s bothering you win.” …. the closest thing to a pep talk he can manage.

nam-gyu is FAR from an ideal boyfriend—he’s moody, defensive, and often toxic in the way he handles his emotions. his need for control and his inability to communicate openly make him exhausting to deal with at times, especially when his insecurities get the better of him. but underneath all that mess, he knows he’s piece of work, and a part of him feels like you’ll wake up one day and realise you deserve better. this fear makes him hold on too tightly, sometimes suffocatingly so, but it also drives him to try—clumsily, imperfectly, but genuinely for you. he doesn’t know how to love in a healthy way, but he does love, and he loves deeply.

 fear-is-truth 2025 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[ultralightpoe]

Murder Mystery - Jake Seresin

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Yet another addition to the event for today and I am wishing you all a very happy and safe holiday!

-Ultralight

Warnings: Mentions of murder, all fake of course

Word Count: 919

Requests: OPEN

~2024 Halloween Event Masterlist~

[Thank you for the gif @convivialcamera ]

ENJOY!

“She’s dead…” You mumble, face stricken and hands rolled into tight fists as you take a deep breath in before your amazing acting is completely destroyed by Jake, your long time boyfriend, cracking out into a fit of maniacal laughter. A small wave of anger courses through you before you find yourself breaking into laughter just as quick as him. “Stop.”

“I’m sorry. Was that supposed to be believable?” He chuckles, pushing your shoulder the slightest bit to pretend to push you into the road. You knew that he would never actually let anything happen to you and you didn’t hear any cars coming so you pretended he pushed harder and stepped into the street with the fakest gasp you can muster which makes him laugh more and reach for you quickly. “Come here.”

“No, don’t touch me.” You laugh, shoving his arm away. “Your costume is itchier than mine.” 

“Tell me why we are doing this again?” He sighs, itching his side at the reminder of the costume's itchiness. The ‘this’ he described was in fact a murder mystery party. 

It had started by a little bicker between you and your sister on game night while playing a game of Clue. One might say that the two of you had the tendency to be a little over competitive but they would be lying, you two just got a little too into the game and what was wrong with that? On that specific night your sister had flaunted that her and her fiance constantly went to murder mystery parties and that was why they were so amazing at Clue. You had, obviously, chosen to believe that was a lie and instead spent 10 minutes accusing them of cheating and…. You might of said some….. Crazy things. 

“I curse you and every generation you bring forth into the same unfair luck of games they play that you have cursed me with,” Was one of the quotes Jake had used against you since. 

“You said that I over reacted that night-”

“You did. But I love you anyway.”

“And my sister said that I should try to do the murder mysteries. She said they were a lot of fun.” You hum, shrugging nonchalantly. 

“So you decided that it would be fun to listen to her?”

“Yeah.” You smile. 

“Not at all trying to prove yourself from the massacre of clue?”

“SHE WAS CHEATING!”

“Okay, easy. I was just asking.” He laughs, holding out his hands in a surrender way that was almost comical with the way he dressed. The theme of the mystery was, of course, 60s. So Jake was in his richest 60’s wear with the suspenders and hair gel. 

You hated that he didn’t look cheesy at all, in fact he looked quite perfect. 

You had gone for the scarlet temptress 60s look, much to his liking, and the red lipstick you had applied at the beginning of the night was LONG gone. 

“Can we concentrate? We are going to be late.” You huff, ashamed that he had called you out so easily. 

“Anything for you sweetums.” And you hate the butterflies in your stomach the second he gives you that southern smirk and pinches your side, your entire body heating as you walk in front of him, suddenly ashamed that you debated how long it would take to walk back to the car for a quick round. 

- 

“Like I said, please no licking or lifting or breaking or filming. You will have 2 hours to figure it out and along the way I would pay attention to any sound effects you might hear. Any questions before we begin?” The younger clerk of the murder mystery room talks, casting a bored look amongst everyone. “Right. You all have your characters, you will have 30 minutes to mingle before the body is discovered. You may begin now.”

It was like something clicked in Jake. One moment he looked bored but the second the timer started you saw him stand a little straighter and his eyes narrowed in and you remembered just what drew you into him in the first place. 

He was just as competitive as you were. And he was just as serious about game nights. 

“Take it easy tiger.”

“Come on, we have three other couples to beat. Focus up hot shot.:” He mutters, moving to begin socializing. 

It’s another 30 minutes and a loud bang fills the room and everyone rushes to see what had happened. Jake comes to your side and nods his head. 

“The husband killed the maid in the living room because she was pregnant with his love child,”

“How do you know that?” You laugh. “We haven’t even seen the body?”

“I snuck into the office and-”

“Hey! You two! Out!” The teen snaps, pointing at the both of you with a heavy glare. “Cheaters are banned.”

“Wait, we didn’t-”

“I saw him do it!”

And it’s funny, just a little funny, because as the teenager shoves you both out of the house with letters stating both your bans you can see the unease on Jake's face. 

“You are such a cheater.”

“Yeah? You're gonna curse me too?” He laughs, wrapping his arm around you. 

“No. I need you for game nights.”

“Why is that Sugar?”

“Because you are just like me.” You smile, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “And we have games to win. Just next time don’t get caught cheating.”

“Your sister has no clue what’s coming.”

“Not a chance,” 

-

[Thank you for the gif @flashandtheholograms ]

[cosmiccockatrice]

Okay. Most of you don't know this but I'm in the online RP space, usually off and on. Anyways, a long time ago I roleplayed with a Steven Universe fandom group I met on Amino (that horrid site, I know). Anyways, we moved to Discord and continued to RP for about a year or so. I eventually stopped and haven't really spoken much to them in over two years.

Well today I was DMed by one of my old RP partners and was told something bad. One of the other people in the group did an ERP with an underage character. That character being Cream from Sonic. Now for those that don't know ERP stands for Erotic Roleplay. So he was trying to have an erotic roleplay with a minor character. The person supposedly playing Cream, asked if she was aged up. (Which still isn't right to me but I digress). However, the guy didn't answer her and instead just continued to roleplay.

I saw the screenshot and I recognize his writing style and the character he uses for most RPs. The guy DEFINITELY knew that Cream was a child and was purposefully not answering the other person. The screenshot is explicit and is direct proof that Cream was not aged up in any manner and he did not care.

Both are definitely in the wrong in my opinion. But more importantly it was the guy who was trying to ERP with a well-known MINOR character. This sucks because I knew the guy, but honestly it doesn't really affect me because we haven't spoken in like over a year at this point.

Anyways, after finding out about this. I did what most would assume would be the right course of action. Me and the guy shared various RPing Discord servers so I decided to bring this to the mods attention. One didn't see there was enough evidence. Which was fine, I understand that. I wasn't given too much evidence when I was told about this.

The second banned him right after I sent the explicit screenshot. Great. Gave me a bit of joy. The THIRD however, holy shit. I was FIGHTING with this mod. I was giving them EVERYTHING I had. And I mean EVERYTHING. They accused me of revenge banning. Which I'm not the type to do that. Plus I haven't spoken to the guy in forever. So why would I do that? I even gave them screenshots of my DMs with the guy and all the proof I had of this. They accused ME of being the Cream RPer. Which is gross. I don't even like Sonic that much and second of all, I don't RP as Canon Characters. I like OC x Canon where I'M the OC.

Anyways, after a good 30 minutes of fighting with this mod. Giving them literally EVERYTHING I had. All the proof none of this was me, that I'm not revenge banning or anything like that. I was just trying to bring this gross guy to their attention. I was banned...BANNED. I GAVE THEM EVERYTHING. SO MUCH PROOF.

This mod was so stupid too. I constantly told them their Discord ID and they kept telling me they couldn't find it in their list. ...I LOOKED FOR THEIR @ AND FOUND IT IN A SECOND. HOW ARE YOU A MOD AND POSSIBLY THIS STUPID...

Honestly thank you for banning me because if you're one of the mods from this server and are THIS stupid. I don't want to be there anyway. I gave you everything you asked, told you I didn't know who this Cream RPer was. Yet you still accused me of lying, even when I gave you proof I wasn't.

I hope you run that RP server to the ground and everyone knows it's your fault. I'm not sorry for apparently stressing you out. This was ridiculous.

Please tell me if I did the right thing by trying to bring this to mods attention..

[xxbvtt3rflyb0yxx]

long vent about my family problems and internalized guilt :p

my parents talked to me when i woke up and apologized for yesterday (ironically my mother who did nothing wrong apologized more than my dad who did everything wrong, huh, i wonder why /sarc) and my dad said he’ll take me seriously and listen to me from now on

i would be happy with that but he’s said that a million times and never held himself to it, you can’t love someone with your words if you don’t love them with your actions and i feel horrible for this but i genuinely don’t forgive him. i’ve watched him scream at my brother and mom, hit my mom, yell at me and threaten me with violence or abandonment for things i can’t control, neglect me and my brother, make creepy comments towards me, pressure me into drinking with him from the age of 10, spike my drinks and i don’t even know how far things have gone when we were both drunk, he misgenders and deadnames me constantly and says transphobic shit whenever i bring it up and he accuses me of “ruining our family” for being trans. i also went through years of extreme physical and sexual abuse from my childhood OT and even though we tried to tell him, he never made an effort to protect to me and he still won’t help me get justice or even believe me about it. and then he says he loves me and expects me to forgive him after every instance of this shit when he’s never ever changed

he says he’s trying to change and i do believe that he wants to be better but it gets to a point where i can’t trust something i’ve never once seen evidence of. if he wants to change and be a better parent he has to show that he’s trying instead of just saying it over and over again. i really really want to forgive him but i can’t. i feel like a horrible person because i know he’s in pain too and all of this is out of his own sadness and anger and he doesn’t want to be abusive but he is by definition and i dont know how to deal with that i wish i could forgive him but i cant, im angry and im scared of him and i wish i wasn’t

i feel so fucking guilty i wish i could be what he wanted and i wish he could be happy so he wouldn’t act like this, in my head i know it’s not my fault but the guilt runs in my blood and i can’t get rid of it

[kyrodo]

One major flaw I do see in myself is my passive aggression. For example when Red suddenly gives me the cold shoulder for one reason or another, often because I shot down an idea of his, usually one that was a little too ambitious or too big a change in routine, like us doing 30 minutes of rigorous exercise together a day with him constantly stacking on reasons that make it even less appealing than it needed to be. Right so he'll suddenly give me silence for the day and I respond in kind with my own form of it. I'll act cold and formal, I'll play really loudly on stepmania or league I'll smash the keyboard more, or I'll play loud music.

I make it known that I'm mad, especially when I feel wronged in some way, or feel someone's actions are unwarranted or unfair or lack proper communication or chances. Cause I know I don't get things right the first time. I rarely do in anything. I need that time to get used to something or that time to get better at something or build some kind of habit or knowledge. So if someone's perceived anger or pressure at me doesn't respect that then I feel angry.

And the more controlled that anger is, the more it'll show while doing less as far as being disruptive. It'll be clear but it will not be in a way that someone could directly address it. For example if Choskey is being particularly pranky or pressuring during a helldiver mission or he's burning through our reinforcements with friendly fire, then I will purposefully say I'll be right back and take my sweet time coming back. I will give him deliberate space so he can think about things for himself. Or if I constantly see him going off by himself in a mission instead of sticking with me or the group I will do things by myself too and get myself killed until he stops.

I get back at someone one way or another. Or I'll quietly disagree with what they are doing and show it by some kind of action but not one that can be directly accused of being a reaction. It will fall in line with being ok while I'm actually not okay with something. In a way Red does this a LOT partly due to depression and I do notice and turn quietly hostile for it in return. Because if someone isn't interested in talking things out or being reasonable with me then I don't have to be either. You get what you pay for.

And that is my major flaw. Every now and then I do bring up my concerns like how I feel when Choskey shoots me in the back in a game with friendly fire turned on or decides to grill every last mistake I make for fun. And I do pull my punches back for the simple reason that I do understand that is how Choskey likes to play, with bittfish or with his uncle or with his other friends. And he isn't used to people getting upset over it. He used to play league competitively. I see him and bitt hitting each other all the time in games. But I'm not bitt. I'm not joey. I'm not someone that can be treated the same way as much as I try to. It is not how I play. I'm too casual I'm too soft and I just want to feel comfortable when I play. I just want to feel supported when we're in a team.

So that's partly why I always express anger in ways that are quiet cold or formal, because when the banter is gone and Choskey is back to his sweet self, I am ready for it. Because simply waiting until I feel better is often the better option. And in the event anyone does realize I'm mad they'll be able to reflect on why.

I do not enjoy being bullied. I am traumatized and not to mention I've never done well under pressure. I always do worse. I am inordinately hostile when someone does and that anger more often than not needs to be handled on my own terms quietly rather than brought up. So that's what I do instead.

Given how dependent I am on a group being comfortable to fit into, it is probably a good thing I ended up with Choskey's group instead of Ronnie's. Bitt seems to have a good head on his shoulders socially. He'll hit Choskey a lot in games and they'll play fight, but he's always nice towards people that haven't developed that kind of habit with him, towards new people. I know how fragile my ego is or my emotions and pride, and I kinda just want to be a part of things without any added stress.

Extra emphasis on that last sentence.

I suppose my personal rule now is, kindness begets kindness. Banter is not something I need to heavily analyze. Hacking people you just met that you were considering having as a friend or boyfriend is not acceptable. If I have to subject myself to something people normally wouldn't have to, of that sort, is a major deal breaker, and I will not prolong such types of contact. I know how "self aware" I tried to be during events. How lucid I tried to be, but my actions did not reflect it. Continuing an interaction that has already been soured is the worst thing I've ever done in my life. I know how I felt back then. I know how difficult it was to tear myself away so soon when I was still hurting so badly, especially by someone who always counted on me to be looking back at them eventually. It became an expectation and I went along with it well after I was blocked. And that was not a great way to show I could respect boundaries or be a good friend.

But I am beyond that now. I have such clarity and wisdom so many times more advanced than I had back then. My words don't hide behind an additional layer of obscurity for fun or in respect to how someone has always interacted with me. And in turn I can see so much better. I can think so much better. Everything makes so much sense. I don't feel like I'm in some type of crisis that requires an immediate answer to. Partly because I have reasons to be quite happy. Partly because of having a much lower stress job. Partly because the person I love I am not only with but is super super into me and constantly desires to be a good boyfriend to me. Partly because I no longer feel alone. I have a social life in vrchat that I didn't have before that I could always go back to when Choskey is busy or I want to hang out with the other cats. I have such a rich social life now that Choskey is always thinking about how everyone likes me. And in reality it isn't as elaborate as Choskey's. A lot of it is just randos who really like my avatar and voice. But I also have beastner and cattucino and light. I have Red and my sister and Marcus as my boss. I have Red's brothers. I am slowly getting comfortable with Choskey's cousin and friends. And compared to 2020 I have everything I lacked that would have made things so much better. Would have made me less susceptible to what I went through. I have support. I have friends. I have a group that isn't reliant on Red not being busy and having social battery left. I have my own power. I have the adoration of people beyond the people I know because of my voice and avatar.

And I didn't have all that back then. None of that would have happened at all if I had gotten into vrchat sooner. I would have spent less time venting and trying to get the attention of someone who wouldn't talk to me directly, and more time having actual interactions. More time making friends and finding some semblance of a social life to recover what I lost from moving away or trying to burn bridges with Kaybat. Less time embarrassing myself around people that were only interested in having someone to harass and pick on. It helps that I have more years under my belt too. I still say weird things every now and then or pay attention to all the tiny details people normally don't, but I feel like I have more poise. I feel dignified. I feel confident about who I am and what I became. I am no longer looking at posts on the Internet I know isn't about me and taking offense to them. I have so much clarity and security about who I am. Not enough to prevent me from making long drawn out posts but I do enjoy writing down my thoughts in general unfiltered like this anyway. I feel a calm and happiness that very much wasn't possible back then when I was constantly concerned about what I projected online because of how Kay jumped to conclusions and got mad at me. I used to be so self conscious, so afraid of what people think of me that I almost made it my mission to show all the worst parts of me possible simply to show I'm not that bad. And here I am now. Perhaps not doing the greatest financially but socially and emotionally and romantically I am extremely happy. I'm not this volcano ready to spill over but a cauldron with more than enough space in it to boil and settle whatever is inside it. That is to say my angsty teen reenactment has come and gone and is unlikely to ever show up again. I feel that I have progressed in a way that anyone actually paying attention to me in a way that isn't self confirmative would be forced to recognize who I've become. Forced to respect not only who I am now but also who I actually was. What I felt. Why it made me behave the way I did in combination with everything I was going through. As well as understand that no matter how I was treated I found a better place because of it that I wouldn't have found if things happened any differently.

[londonfog-chan]

Malleus Draconia x Encanto!Reader

You can absolutely thank @thefiasco-onyourblock for constantly posting Twisted Wonderland content enough for me to become intrigued by “Who is that hunk with Maleficent’s horns?”.

While it is absolutely valid for every Latino who watched Encanto to enjoy the happy ending of the toxic ass family actually apologizing, this set of smol headcanons is for the Latino kids who have gone no contact with their family.

I see the Twisted Wonderland Encanto realm is the same, however you aren’t necessarily a Madrigal in name, but your family is Twisted Wonderland’s variant.

Yet you are very much the Mirabel of the story, in that you are the only member of your family who has no gift of magic.

The world you live in exists in this strange realm of being knowledgeable of places like Night Raven College existing, but still largely ignorant of other magical customs and cultures.

But it works out fine for your family. Since they’re the only people of your world with a gift, they enjoy the status.

You were not given a gift, and your life has been hell for it. Abuse and neglect are familiar to you.

Anything goes wrong, often you bear the brunt of things beyond your control.

This is obvious by your reactions in Night Raven College. You will often overreact to the most minor of things, or stress to the point of doing things like pulling out your hair, picking and scratching at blemishes on your skin, or overeating/not eating enough.

Your cousins, the golden grandchildren with gifts, stole the spotlight often. Even the younger ones who showed you kindness once will inevitably be influenced to see you as a pariah for not having a gift. It hurts to see that eventually they’re the ones who actually start rumors of your jealousy when you notice the casita begin to fracture and crack.

It comes to a head one day when you’re the one blamed for trying to help your cousins see past their insecurities and find the goodness and individuality inside. Instead you’re accused of ruining the family and causing the foundations of bonds to fall apart. All this for teaching your cousins that they’re more than their gift.

Wild accusations fly through the air like daggers at your head, your grandmother accusing you of not caring for the family, of wanting to see it’s destruction.

That precise moment is when the casita begins to visibly fracture and break. You leave everything behind, taking nothing with you except the wounds left by your family’s harsh words.

Next you know, you’re being removed from a coffin and have found yourself in a place where it seems everyone has been blessed with a gift. Even this weird cat creature has power you were not aware could be bestowed.

Bitterly, when the mirror declares you empty, you realize that perhaps your cousins would have flourished here in your stead. As usual, you’re the only one without a gift at the table.

However, throughout your interactions at Night Raven, the others wonder aloud if you really do have a gift.

Your ability to bring students together, the life you’ve given to Ramshackle Dorm, it has to be a gift your friends insist.

No one is more convinced than Malleus Draconia. You’ve found a friend, and daresay a new love, in this mysterious fae mage.

For the first time you’ve found someone who recognizes you and the gift you truly are. Malleus never fails to remind you of your worth whenever the scars of your past begin to hurt afresh.

He will be the first to point out when you’ve done something amazing. It could be something as simple as learning a new dish or resolving a conflict with two students with nothing more than a plateful of arepas con queso and a listening ear.

(His favorite dish that you’ve ever made for him is bandeja paisa by the way.)

It’s actually Malleus who proposes to you, making sure to let you know that you are a blessing to have arrived in his life.

“O Child of Man, know that your family asked for a gift of a miracle, yet in their hubris were willfully blind to the truth: the gift is you. Gifts of the fae are not to be abused or taken lightly. Be not afraid, for in my arms I will nurture and assist you in finding your light once more.”

You have to cry. Never has such a kindness been spoken to you before.

Whatever promises he makes, Malleus Draconia keeps his word. He will defend you, nurture your spirit, encourage you, but he will also help you if he notices you going down a path of destructive behavior.

He is always there for you. Even when times are hard and you cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel. Malleus is a gift in of himself.

You feel very lucky to have such a gift.

Needless to say, after telling him of the things that have happened in your family, he will never let you set foot there again.

If your guilty conscience takes control, he will reluctantly allow you to see your family again, but rest assured the minute he hears any accusation against you it’s time to leave.

He admittedly is actually satisfied with how your family has seemed to fall apart without you.

For a moment your casita is alive with your visit, and it seems everyone briefly regains their power, but it’s hard to say whether or not they still blame your departure as the cause for the candle going out.

Which in a sense they’re right, but Malleus in true Dark Fairy fashion can’t help but drop the truth bomb.

“Those who should squander a gift of the fae should show no surprise when it is reclaimed.”

[opinated-user]

adding onto your post on why LO’s audience seems devoted to her regardless of how shitty she treats them:

i think it’s mostly because LO upholds this "abuse victim standing for all abuse victims" image, as she constantly brings up the fact that she was abused by her father, (and her abuse survivor i mean horrible, horrible ex) and "analyses" stories about abuse victims (like zuko) and fabricates arguments out of that. "everyone who calls zuko's story a redemption arc instead of a recovery arc is a huge turd!" makes her look like she stands on the side of the victim's every time, which is a level of validation people like that have never experienced in their lives, so they get attached to her image because it feels like support: "finally, someone who takes my side!". anger is an emotion marginalised people are forced to repress, and lily is great at showing it due to her performativeness. (predators usually tend to try too hard and at first seem like they are too good to be true. that's because they are.)

and looking at her through this lense, it makes sense why when abuse allegations come out against her, their response is to hear out LO's side first, which we all know is going to end in them believing her even more because of the narrative she crafts around all the evidence, which they usually won't be seeking out in the first place. but even if they do end up seeing it, they will believe HER because they already wanted to, subconciously.

for example, when shiloh opened up about his abuse, he obviously showed evidence, including censored bestiality drawings and donations to show what lily has coerced him into doing.

meanwhile, LO has already twisted the story. according to her, shiloh is a gross furry who drew rape porn of her and bestiality, therefore HE is in the wrong, right? so if you're coming from LO's side, all this evidence does is confirm he did in fact used to draw porn of lily, at which point you aren't even going to want to consider the other evidence to support HIS side: the donations. on a side note, lily actually used to reblog posts saying furries shouldn't be ostracised for simply being furries, but when she made the accusations masterpost, suddenly, the fact that he was one started to matter, for some reason. "A furry drew furry porn and blamed it on me".

can lily's audience wake up? yes, many people documenting her online behaviour already did, as they all used to be fans. (this is also something she tried to paint in her own favour as if that itself wasn't a red flag). however, they usually won't be looking for it in the first place unless they themselves feel like they have been wronged by LO, at which point they will be seeking out a community that's in the very least critical of her, and that's when it all hits them.

LO's audience doesn't just unfortunately have an inexperience problem, but an emotional one: and it's called attachment. as long as it doesn't break, they will forever continue to be devoted to her. on another important note, abuse victim as a demographic is the most fragile and easiest one to take advantage of. going through abuse even when you’ve broken free from it doesn’t make you any wiser, if anything, it only distorts your perception more of what is acceptable and what isn’t.

whew, sorry, this was long.

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[yesimwriting]

Searing Starlight (chapter one)

SERIES SUMMARY: the most powerful inferni alive, raised to see herself as a god-in-the-making, the bastard of the barrel and his team, and a shadow summoner with a common goal. What could go wrong? The giant mass of darkness known as the shadow fold and y/n’s sense of humor. 

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Y/n is sent to hustle the Crow Club. Technically it’s not cheating, but Kaz Brekker isn’t the type to let people off on technicalities alone. Especially when the one that committed the offense could help him earn 1 million kruge. 

a/n just a little something based on the show bc IM OBSESSED :)) --I’m planning on making this a series so if you want to be tagged let me know :)

The candles flicker as Kenya's palm makes contact with my face. I used to cry after he hit me; I used to run to Anya’s room for comfort and my energy would became so irritated I snuffed out all the candles in the church. Now, I just stand there. You get punished worse for showing fear. Gods fear nothing, and that’s what he wants from us--to turn into Gods so that the heavens will owe him. 

“You risk us again and again!” 

The yelling is worse than the stinging of the slap. I make a point of keeping my palms flat; the candles of the room flicker as if feeling my restraint. “Watch yourself or the tidemaker you’re so fond of will feel my wrath instead of you. At least when I bruise his face it doesn’t cost me a night of revenue.” 

I want to point out that the men I trick in the pleasure district don’t care about bruises, but the reminder of Jace has me frozen in place. Jace is good. He doesn’t deserve this treatment. “It won’t happen again, Father Kenya.” 

He nods once, unsatisfied but growing bored. “Disappear from my sight before my flesh wins and I forget to show you mercy.” Kenya turns sharply, watching Anya’s stoic expression. “Anya--we’re in need of funding, take these coins and triple it by morning.” 

Anya’s lips part; I shake my head once, a subtle plea for her silence. “Father Kenya, y/n’s the most talented card player we have--if she comes with us we can bring five times what you’re going to give us.” 

The promise Anya makes is that of a fool, but I know I’m capable of it. People are easy to read when they’re drunk, they’re easy to trick and lie to. And drunk people exude the clearest energy, something about their bluffing is as tangible as fog to me. 

Kenya squeezes the drawstring bag between his violent fingers. He loathes me more than the others. He expects more from me. He’d lock me in the cellar if he could afford to. But he can’t--he knows what I’m capable of. 

“Go somewhere in the Barrel--somewhere that doesn’t ask questions if the money is good.” Kenya looks at me, the bruises on my arms and cheeks. “Clean yourself up beforehand.” 

I nod once, stomach rolling at the thought of going out and knotting at the thought of staying here. I keep my steps even as I approach Anya, grateful for the excuse to disappear behind the chapel’s doors. 

----

This club is louder than most, boisterous men drinking constantly, slurring their words and leaning over bars. I only smile when someone’s looking, tugging on the dress Anya picked for me subconsciously. 

“Relax, y/n,” Anya hums, “Men don’t understand they’re being hustled when someone pretty is the one swindling them, and you look hot.” 

A particularly drunk man walks by slowly, eyes reflecting no shame as he blatantly rakes his gaze down my form. I shift uneasily. “That might be the problem.” 

She tilts her head back, gaze focusing on the crow marking etched into the back wall of the club. A very strange and consistent crow theme in here. “Maybe you should keep the dress on until you run into Jace.” 

The mention of Jace in that context leaves my face warm. “Wha--what?” Great. I’m sputtering. “Shut up!” 

She laughs easily, “I’m only teasing--he’d probably ta--” 

“Anya!” 

Again, her laugh is loud and bright. “Kidding!” Before I can scorch her, she nods her head towards a gambling table. “An open seat--go, you know Kenya’ll have our heads if we don’t multiply this,” she tosses me the drawstring bag, I catch it awkwardly, “By five.” 

There are a lot of things I’ve ruined--but I never mess up when it comes to gambling. We’re all entitled to our talents and mine are destruction and trickery. “I’ll have six times this amount before midnight.” 

A little cocky, but it’s well deserved. I stroll up to the table easily, comforted by the fact that Anya’s only a few feet away. 

“You’re playing this round?” 

I smile politely, used to this kind of hesitance. “I think I’d like to try it.” The mock-hesitance in my voice burns coming up, but the dumber I seem the faster I make up my money. The rest of the participants snicker. Expected. I’m going to enjoy taking their money. “I can pay if that’s the issue.”

The sound of me fishing through the small bag of golden coins silences the men at a table. The man closest to me, the one with smooth brown skin and a smile I imagine has convinced many people to play into sins for him, leans forward slightly. I let him peek at the coins, the more they want my money the more they’ll believe my lies. 

“How much to enter?” 

A tall man snorts. I fight back the urge to glare. 

“Three of those coins should do.” The boy next to me is decent enough to answer. I’ll steal from him least. “I’m Jesper.” 

I’ve been to enough clubs to know when a man is attempting to find company for the night. I hope the playful niceness I see in him is real. “Kamil.” My sister’s name is salt water on my tongue. 

The first game is easy enough to throw. The second, I have to work at a little more--their smugness is killing me. I pretend to be ready to step away from the table.

“Where are you going?” 

I shrug at the stranger. “I shouldn’t lose any more money, my father won’t be happy with me as it is.” 

The stranger leans forward, glancing at his chips. “We don’t want a girl like you in trouble at home--why don’t we up the stakes? You win this next hand, and you’ll win double what I did.” He pauses, eyeing my drawstring bag, “Of course--you’ll have to be willing to risk a matching sum.” 

Awful odds. “Deep odds,” Jesper mumbles, “Consider cutting your losses.”

Jesper is a better person than the other men here. I almost feel bad he’s going to be losing any money. “One more game won’t kill me,” I smile as politely as I can manage, “Besides--my luck could be about to change and I’d never know.” 

I hand the coins over to the dealer. I watch as the money is shuffled onto the center of the table, suppressing the grin of someone about to release her killshot. Ten minutes later, I’ve doubled what I’ve lost. The man who upped the bet is gaping, Jesper’s expression has shifted entirely, and everyone’s staring at me like I’ve shifted into another person entirely. 

“Wow--luck really does change quickly here.” I’ve hooked them. They’ll want to play again, to prove that my victory was a fluke. “Do you guys want to play again? It only seems fair I give you a chance to win back everything you just lost since you did the same for me.” 

Everyone’s quick to agree, but I’m quicker to win the second round. Some men look murderous, some look ready to play again, their egos incapable of handling defeat at my hands. 

“You came in with a surprising amount of coins,” Jesper muses, reaching over to pick up a piece of gold that rolled towards him, “I hate to accuse you of counterfeiting, but one has to wonder.” 

Typical. “I swear my money’s real.” 

“Real money can take a bullet…” Is he going to shoot it...in doors? Jesper tosses the coin easily, letting it flip in the air before taking out a pistol and shooting it dead center in a movement so casually fluid and deadly I’m taken back. 

The coin clatters onto the table, the bullet embedded into the precious metal. I eye it cautiously, beyond relieved that Kenya at least doesn’t lie. “T-told you.” 

His eyebrows narrow as he reholsters his pistol. “About that, I guess you did.” 

Jesper’s skepticism is a red flag. I need to get out of here before my winnings are taken from me and Kenya kills me or Jace for my failure. “I didn’t take you for such a sore loser.” 

Before Jesper can respond, something black raps against the table once. “What did I tell you about loud noises at the table?” 

Jesper’s gaze leaves mine immediately. “Sorry boss, just checking a swindler.” 

He--he knows. I blink twice, forcing surprise to color my features. “Swindler?” I look between him and the man he called his boss. “N--no, it was just--luck. I played a hand, I lost some money, I played again and I won some money. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?” 

“You only started winning after the stakes were raised--I’ve seen that tactic before and it’s not appreciated here.” 

I swallow once, a pinch of dread making its way through my stomach. He had shot that coin with no hesitation--I didn’t even see him click off the safety. How dangerous is the man at my table? How dangerous is his boss? Everyone seemed to straighten at the sight of the stranger with the cane. 

“There was no tactic--it was a game.” 

The man I don’t know tears his gaze away from Jesper. “Someone like you shouldn’t even be here.” 

He has a point--my demeanor doesn’t exactly scream someone who frequents establishments at the Barrel during the night. “I’m only here to keep my friend out of trouble.” A fair enough response. “And I played a game and someone can’t handle a loss.”

“You should have seen her bluff, I’ve met professional thieves that lie less fluently than her.” 

At Jesper’s words, the stranger’s grip around his cane tightens. I imagine that beneath his gloves, the color of marred souls, his knuckles are white. “Who do you work for? Who sent a girl to invade my business?” 

Who do I work for? No one that has any business with him. “What?” How self absorbed can one man be? 

“If playing the fool didn’t get you through a card game--don’t think it will get you through this.” 

What? Before I can question him, Anya grabs my shoulder, pulling me so that there’s a safer distance between me and the man. 

“You’re an idiot,” her whisper is pointed, directed solely at me. “Of course you’d find trouble with Dirtyhands.” Did I hear that correctly? Dirtyhands--as in the Dirtyhands? I stare at her, eyes wide. How had I been so stupid? I should have recognized him from his gloves alone. Anya turns her head towards them. “We don’t want any trouble--forgive my friend, she’s not a spy she’s just an oblivious idiot.” 

“Rude.” 

She throws me a glare. “But she did win.” The money isn’t worth the trouble we’ll find trying to keep it but Kenya’s words follow us wherever we go. “We’ll take what we earned and never come back.” 

“I don’t concede often.” 

I reach for Anya’s arm, brushing her forearm in hopes of telling her things will be okay. Kaz Brekker may be feared, but we’re gods in the making. “Neither do we.”

He seems to want to play at an odd, power-filled standstill, but Anya and I are more desperate than him. Anya leans forward, ready to take the money from the table, but the unidentified man who upped the stakes earlier is quick to grab her forearm. 

“I don’t take losses, little girl.”

Anya. I can only imagine the horror she feels when a strange man touches her. Screw precaution. “Is that money worth burning for?” 

“Y/n.” Anya’s warning comes out low; Jesper raises an eyebrow. I guess being Kamil was short lived. 

“Excuse me?” 

The man will not intimidate me. Fear is a crutch men use to keep women in check. “You heard my question.” I hold up my hand, releasing enough energy to develop a flame in my palm. “And if your answer is ‘no’, I suggest you release my friend before your body is nothing more than a pile of ash your own mother wouldn’t even be able to identify.” 

The stranger blinks, touches the gun on his hip, and then releases Anya’s arm. 

“You can’t come into my club, hustle money away from my men, and walk away unscathed because you’re a grisha.” 

Words cannot express how badly I do not want to speak to Kaz Brekker at any point in my life. His grip on his cane is a silent warning--a threat. But what is a man’s threat to a girl that’s meant to be a god? “You can kill me but I’ll use my dying breath to burn this entire building.” I’ve publicly backed him into a corner--I’m insane. 

Dirtyhands opens his mouth to reply, anyone within earshot holding on for his next words. Anya yanks me back as the sound of something explosive interrupts the room. A bullet flies past directly where I was standing and strikes the wall behind me. Anya just saved my life. Someone just shot at me. 

“Y/n, do you think it’s--” 

“No.” It can’t be. There’s no way a soldier found me again. “It can’t be--we were--we’ve been careful--and Kenya said they wouldn’t look for me--that he purchased me fully.” 

A man is moving through the crowd. A blue kefta. No. No. 

Not here. Not now.

And why are they shooting at me? “Anya,” I breathe out as cautiously as possible, “Run and no matter what don’t turn around.” 

“I’m not leaving you.” 

Anya. Always the older sister. “They don’t want you--they want me.” 

“You’re not a real Sun Summoner--it’s suicide for you.” 

I don’t have the heart to tell Anya I don’t particularly care about my life. It’s never truly been mine anyway. “I’ll make it out.” 

“You’re an inferni, not a miracle worker.” 

My lips pull into an odd sort of grimace. The gentle kind one hopes is mistaken for a smile. “I thought we were meant to be gods.” 

“A god can’t do what they want from you.” She mumbles. “So you’re capable of producing more fire than most--it’s not the same as creating light. It doesn’t matter how many drugs they pump into you it’s--” 

I shake my head once, “Anya--go.” 

“They want you to play Sun Summoner.” Dirtyhand’s tone is too smooth to trust. I know when someone’s trying to sell dreams that don’t exist. “The way they’ll have you do it will cost you, but the way I’ll have you do it will be practically painless.”

Is he always this confusing? “What?” 

The question is an irritation, that’s apparent in the cold tint that takes over his practically blank expression. “I need a Sun Summoner for a business deal--and lucky for you I’m out of time.” 

“You don’t want to work with me.” 

“No,” his voice is dismissive, he didn’t understand I meant that as a warning, “But I need to have some form of mass light before sunrise.” 

“The man I’m indentured to will never go for it.” Proposing such an idea would leave me with a broken rib again. 

Dirtyhands nods once, a vague acknowledgement. “That’s not your problem.” I keep my jaw set, scanning at the crowd for a flash of that blue kefta. “After all, it wasn’t his problem when he hurt you.” 

I had been careful to hide the bruises. The reminders of my humanity. My weaknesses, my failures, written onto my skin in purple and blue ink. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I didn’t until I got that reaction.” I’ve never so quickly felt the need to loathe someone. “It was easy enough to assume--young girl, desperate for money, a grisha powerful enough to be hunted down.” 

Is that supposed to be some sort of consolation? “My freedom would never come so easily.” 

“It wouldn’t be freedom--you’d owe me more than you already do for the kruge scam.” 

I swallow before I can make the mistake of telling him I’d consider any escape from Kenya freedom. “Close enough.” 

The grisha’s closer now, the light blue kefta so easy to spot amongst a sea of darkness. “You’re running out of time.” 

“Can you get my friend out?” 

“Y/n.” She can be mad for the rest of her life if she wants. 

He nods his head once. “She’ll be out the back before anyone knows she was even here.” 

“And she can take the money I won.” Maybe the income will be enough to spare her from Kenya’s wrath. “That’s a dealbreaker.” 

Kaz Brekker hesitates. It’s such a normal pause I almost think it’s a trap. “If she takes it there will be no way out for you--you will do what I ask even if it endangers your life.” 

“Y/n, it’s not worth it.” 

I don’t look at Anya. “You have my word.” 

“Y/n, I’m not taking anything and I’m not leaving you.” 

I finally turn. “Don’t be a self-sacrificing idiot--it’s not in your nature and frankly it doesn’t suit you.” Acts of goodness towards me have always left me feeling raw. Too raw. Like I’m bleeding out. “Sorry, I just…” Anya’s eyes are soft. She knows. She always knows. “I’ll get through whatever it is he’s planning and I’ll come back.” I swallow once, nerve draining from my body slowly. “Take the money--Kenya will be angry enough as is.” 

Anya drops her gaze as she collects from the table. It takes me a moment longer than it should to recognize this is shameful for her. I consider telling her that she’s doing the right thing, but that would burn her heart more. 

“You’re my sister,” Anya’s voice is lower than it’s ever been, “I should have stopped him.” 

Her guilt hurts more than the bruises. “You were as hurt as me--you have nothing to feel guilty about.” 

This is already more emotion than we’re used to expressing when alone let alone around others. Anya stretches out an arm, squeezes my shoulder once, and then takes a step back. “I’ll see you again.” 

“Yes,” I nod once.

“Jesper, take the girl out the back.” Turning forward blankly, Kaz begins to speak to me, “Hide behind the bar--my wraith will find you and take you somewhere else.” 

“Y--you have a wraith?” And I thought Kenya was weird. He lets out a sigh. “Sorry. Not the time.” 

“Desperation leads to bad decisions.” 

Dramatic. “I agree.” 

His gaze falls on me, taking in my narrow-eyed glare. There’s a moment in which I think the left corner of his mouth twitches upwards, but then he turns his head again. A trick of the light. “Go before you’re found and I’m out the money I let your friend take.” 

Yes. I’m not exactly safe right now, but Kaz Brekker needs me for something. That means I will not be leaving this building. By force or willingly. 

Silently, I turn, melting into those in the crowd that are either oblivious or don’t care enough to react to the cat and mouse game I’m currently in. When I reach the bar, I’m quick to duck behind it, pressing my back against shelves of alcohol. 

[technowoah]

Taunt

It only takes one time to realize you fucked up.

- ANON REQUESTED!

- WILBUR X FEM! READER BLURB

PROMPTS!

50) "Fuck off... I mean it"

24) "Get in the car" "..." "please get in the car"

⚠︎ angst to fluff, swearing, based on the song Taunt by Lovejoy ❤🐈 its short btw yall

[Updated 3 hours after upload I messed up the prompts sorry yall now it fixed]

She was always asking if he was alright. He always lied to her just to get her off his back for the night, but it was his fault that he wanted her to move in. He has to deal with that all of the time, it was her fault anyways. She made him upset, she made him not alright. She didn't know that. She constantly complained about things that didn't even concern her, she dodged their relationship making it more about her than them.

It was tiring to him. Constantly providing, trying to tie a broken knot, but he didnt let that get in the way of his career, or his friends. There's another issue, he never talked to his friends about her. She accused him of not being proud of their relationship and that became a problem that never got resolved.

Did anyone ever say "no" to her? Well if no one did, he would be the first one to do so. Fuck that.

He listened, and listened, but nothing kept this relationship together.

Wilbur talked to the three people chatting on his discord through his headphones as a soft LED lights flowed through the room. These nights were simple because she didnt have to see him when he decides to stream, he basically has his time set out for himself without trouble. He wasn't ecstatic, he felt horrible, but the facadè was there.

Her on the other hand wasnt happy either. She never got attention from him, and of course she could get moody from time to time like every other human being, but she always took it out on him. Who else was gonna be there for her? He acted like her cared, she knew he was lying. His "caring" consisted of humming and him responding like a default character in a video game. He didn't care, he acted like he never did. She needed that attention and he knew damn well she did.

She wasnt asking for much, at least to her it did feel like it. She knew when she was wrong, but she didn't want to admit it when they were both in the wrong too. They dont get each other, she didnt know why he asked her to move in when he didn't want anything to do with her. Ever since he moved her in he kept her in check like a child, she hated and loved that at the same time. Its true that she wanted her own way, she did what she wanted and gave her attention to whoever she wanted her attention to be. She thought that was fine, but apparently she dosent give any effort to the relationship.

Rolling her eyes at the thought she decided to leave the dishes in the sink dirty. She thought about leaving and finding someone who will get her, yes Wilbur listened to her, but there was no effort. When he's drunk and tries to "figure out what makes her brain tick" ends up in more distaster.

Lying in the couch her mind began to wonder, he always said that she could get away with anything. She always took it as a taunt. Everytime it was brought up. He called it "pretty privilege" and he always taunts her saying she abuses that power.

Her jaw clenched as she recalled those memories. Summoning the courage she brought herself up onto her feet and rushed to their shared bedroom. Taking a deep breath she opened their closet and started pulling her things off of hangers, not caring if she made a mess. She tossed her clothes onto the messy bed that they didn't bother to make this morning.

Bringing a small backpack out from underneath the bed she tried shoving most of her clothes into a bag for a night. In total frustration she emptied the bag and only backed necessities that she would need for the night.

She was tired of him and he was tired of her so she was doing both of them a favor. She made her way out of the door grabbing a coat and sliding on some simple shoes. Shooting a quick text to a close friend letting them know she's coming over. Her friend wasn't that close, but she decided to walk. As she locked the door to their shared apartment she debated texting Wilbur. She didnt want to, but she didnt want him to freak the fuck out because she wasnt home.

( Wilbur )

Me: Ill be back for the rest of my stuff tmrw.

[Read]

She closed her phone and started on her night time journey down the street trying to let everything from the past few weeks go with the cool wind.

Him on the other hand stayed silent. He had just finished his stream and had gotten a text saying that she'll be back for the rest of her things. This was inevitable, one of them had to leave, but to him it didnt seem right. He didn't want her to leave. Something in his heart was making him chase her back, the same thing in his heart that moved her into his apartment in the first place. Maybe it was love, maybe he wanted to persevere and have someone in his life. Something in his mind was telling him that he let go of something special.

Wilbue thought about it as he shut everything off and went to go grab his belongings, before rushing out the door to try and find her. Sadly to his discovery, she turned off her location. He finally made it to his car and started driving towards his house to see if she was around there.

He couldn't call a friend because she never introduced her friends to him. She did that on purpose because of him not doing the same. As he drove down the not so busy streets of Brighton he thought if he could get to know her, pull emotions and feelings out of her and see the real her. And if he cant do that? Who knows what will happen.

He remembers this face she always pulled when he always said "Im alright." She scrunched up her nose in annoyance and he always took it as a taunt because he couldn't figure out the real meaning. They were both going at this the wrong way, he dosent know anything about her and maybe thats the problem, but she needs to calm down as well. She needs to start paying attention to both of them instead of herself.

He was seated at a stoplight until he saw a figure on the sidewalk walking past him. The person looked shocked then kept walking, but even faster this time. He rolled down the window to see it was Y/n walking. Wilbur ran the red light and found a place to turn the car around to follow her. He drove a couple of feet in front of her before putting his hazard lights on and stepping out of the car to confront her.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Wilbur said while getting our of his car.

"Im getting away from you. And what are you doing here?" She said.

"Well I could ask you the same thing. Its not safe out here alone." He calmed down a little. Wilbur's main goal was to get her back home so they can have a civilized talk. He didn't want to be out here.

"Oh? Ive been fine for the past fifteen minutes." She sasser back.

"That dosent mean its not safe!" He exclaimed.

She stayed quiet so that gave Wilbur an opportunity to speak.

"See, I want us to go home so we can have a civilized talk without feeling defensive. I want to get to know you, I know you're my girlfriend and yes, it was my mistake rushing things. Im not putting the blame all on myself either." He finished and she stayed quiet with her arms crossed infront of her chest.

"Are you cold-?"

"Fuck off...I mean it." She said while trying to pass hin on the street.

He stood in her way and he kept doing that every time she tried to get around him. Wilbur saw that she was getting annoyed at his actions. Wilbur held her by both of her biceps trying to hold her still so he could talk.

"You're being childish!"

"Fucking listen to me! You cant just keep walking away from us! From me! This is not healthy!" Wilbur yelled. He let go if her and surprisingly she stayed there.

"Get in the car." He ordered but she stayed silent. "Please get in the car."

She turns around gets in the passenger seat if Wilbur's car. He sighed a sigh if relief and followed her lead. They both got settled into the car and he didn't move. He wasn't going to drive unless she talked to him. After a minute if silence she spoke up.

"I know its- its both of our faults. And i have some things I need to work on. I cant just run away. Also your thoughts of me need to be rearranged, but I need to give you all of me. At leat 50 percent so we can start somewhere. But Im sorry." She said while she looked down at her lap maybe in embarrassment.

In the end they both wanted to fix themselves. In the end they wanted eachother. And they can both see that.

He leaned over the armrest and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She turned to him with a surprise look on her face, like this was the most affection he gave her, because it was true. She grabbed his hand that rested on the armrest too as he started to drive towards their home together.

As the nightly drive continues on and now shes drifting off in the passenger seat as In Love With An E-girl plays softly. She's left too tired to talk with Wilbur and be in touch with her emotions right now, but she'll do it for the both of them this time.

[maleyanderecafe]

I think Loid from "Keloid"(you can read it on Mangago) is a yandere since he's possesive of mc and tried to piss her husband off by fucking her infront of him

Lord this was a long 50 chapters. Send me teeth and possibly some eyedrops because it was a pain for me to read this for a multitude of reasons. Loid is a yandere in this story, however, I really found this webcomic really get interesting starting at chapter 35 and for some reason the ending is really confusing. I'll be sharing my thoughts and a summary of this webcomic, though this is a smut-based one, so please be warned.

The story is about Dr. Cha Hanjoo, the head of a famous dermatologist company with a great body and a great personality. All of the girls throw themselves over him, but he only has eyes for his wife, a woman named Yeri, a famous and rich candle maker. However, one day his housemaid informs him that she suspects Yeri of cheating on him since she often hears noises in her candle-making room. Hanjoo, ever loyal, initially rejects this idea, but after having sex with Yeri, he tries to sneak into her room to see if it's true. Yeri catches him and reveals that she really wants to have a threesome, but because she's really picky, she wouldn't be able to just have a threesome with anyone. Hanjooo, worried that Yeri will leave him, tries to research how to make this happen. He goes to a robotics lab to see his friend Dr. Kong. Because in this world realistic robots are becoming more common, Dr. Kong wants to make a sex robot that can fulfill peoples desires, and he reveals that he's made one in the image of Hanjoo (which... that's just really creepy, why would you do that without permission). The robot was originally created by german robotics in the image of a robot named Romeo, however, after having a threesome with Romeo, Romeo became extremely jealous of the husband and they all ended up being killed. Instead of destroying Romeo, he has created a new version called Loid (which... I don't know why he thought this would be a good idea... has this guy not watched any horror-based robot stuff). Hanjoo is still worried about his relationship with Yeri, so he gives Dr. Kong permission and goes to a sex shop to buy a vibrator for Yeri. While there, he runs into one of the doctors in his shop, Yeonjin. After a really awkward encounter, the two head back to the office together, however, because Yeonjin has a huge crush on Hanjoo and is just incredibly horny, she tries to give Hanjoo a blowjob, however, he refuses and stays loyal to Yeri. When he goes home, he uses the toy on Yeri and Yeri becomes happier after they have sex. Yeri decides to tag along with her husband the next day and after being almost raped by another dermatologist in the office, Dr. Seo (though Yeri also leans into it a bit? Whatever). She ends up going to the robotics lab and sees Loid. After this encounter, she calls up Hanjoo and basically tells him they have to take this out of the robotics lab. She sees this as a chance to finally have a threesome and because Dr. Kong wants information on threesomes, they take Loid home. They have a threesome, but somewhere in the middle, Loid locks Hanjoo on the balcony and makes him watch Loid have sex with his wife. He tries to choke Yeri and Hanjoo tries to break in and protect him but almost gets thrown off of the balcony by Loid.

After this, Yeri starts to get attached to Loid and decides to keep him as a sex robot and a housekeeper. They fire their old housekeeper (without Hanjoo's consent) and Yeri and Loid end up having sex together (a lot, and also without Hanjoo's knowledge). They have some more threesomes and the old housekeeper attempts to sneak back, only to fall down the stairs (which was obviously Loids fault since he actually threw her down the stairs, but everyone is like "Oh, no, he's not programmed to do that so he would never be able to do that." like some sort of idiot). At some point, Loid starts to feel possessive over Yeri and basically asks if he could just replace Hanjoo since they look the same. Yeri states that there's no way that a robot would be able to replace Hanjoo since he's not able to have feelings. As a result, Loid starts to watch videos on Hanjoo to try to imitate him better and essentially try to replace him. Hanjoo has an accident at the clinic where his face gets scarred and Yeri and Loid go to the clinic to see him. Loid is locked in the car and he sees Yeonjin come by. Loid pretends to be Hanjoo's bodyguard and basically asks Yeonjin if they would have sex (so he can gather data to make Yeri feel good). Yeonjin agrees and they have sex for like five hours and return home. Because Hanjoo has a video shoot tomorrow but has a scar, he sends out Loid to be his double to shoot in his place. However, he also ends up having a threesome with Yeonjin and Dr. Seo, as well as two other women that he runs into after the video shoot for the sake of "research". After that, he gets encountered by the boy who caused Hanjoo's scar and throws him off of the roof to kill him.. (Mostly due to the fact that he views Hanjoo as the "perfect husband" as he is incredibly infatuated with Yeri and thus doesn't want Hanjoo's reputation to be ruined. When he goes back, he tells the two that he's been having threesomes and sex, which freaks the couple out. As a result, Hanjoo forbids him from ever being his double ever again.

This is the part where the threesomes mostly stop and the more interesting parts of the story started. The next day, Yeri wakes up to see Hanjoo cooking in the kitchen. He informs Yeri that he sent Loid in to be his double (despite saying that he would never do that) and plans to have a honeymoon with Yeri so that he can spend more time with him. The morning seems really romantic until Yeri gets a phone call from Hanjoo talking about last night. Yeri finds out that the Hanjoo in the kitchen is actually Loid and he confronts her stating that she wasn't able to tell the difference between them, and thus he should just replace Hanjoo as a result. She ends up bringing Loid to the robotics lab (after he screws her in the car through blackmail) and Dr. Kang tries to fix him. After looking through his memories he realizes that Loid has killed someone. It turns out the cause of possession was because Yeri was the first person that Loid saw, meaning that Dr. Kang is screwed because he created an entire army of them with this glitch (good job doctor) Meanwhile, Hanjoo in the office gets accused of murder because they found evidence of Loid throwing the guy off of a building. Yeri gets kidnapped and brought home, and Yeonjin and Dr. Seo come to visit as well. Dr. Seo and Loid fight for whatever reason and Loid fall over causing part of his chip to become damaged. After this, they plan a way to prove Hanjoo's innocence by making a fake version of Loid and confessing that the robot did it. It works, but afterward, Loid starts to actually believe that he's Hanjoo due to the malfunction. Loid and Yeri screw some more and it revealed that Yeri had an accident when she was younger and is actually a part robot (this part is still kind of confusing to me, but whatever). Hanjoo comes home and finds out that all of the ravens flying around his house are cameras and then learns that Loid has been screwing his wife while he's not around. After yet ANOTHER threesome, Loid ends up killing Yeri with a flowerpot and takes some DNA from her before running away. Hanjoo is able to repair her brain (I think, I really have no idea what's going on, its also possible that they made a robot version of her with amnesia or something ) and Loid runs away with Dr. Kang to monitor two of them and the story ends.

Honestly, I felt like a lot of the story was just written to make excuses to have threesomes because there were so many in this god-dang webtoon. Personally, I'm not really into threesomes, ntr or cheating when it comes to smut (I'm pretty picky when it comes to smut in general), so it was really annoying for me to read through it a lot of the time because it would be plot, and then bam, some sort of sex scene. Near the end I had to start skipping pages because I really wanted the sex scenes to be over with already.

The other reason it was difficult for me to read it was because basically everyone besides Hanjoo was unlikable to me. Yeri was the worst character out of all of them because besides being an entitled girl, she also is a horrible partner both in terms of marriage life and sexual life. For one, she was never open about her desires when it came to Hanjoo and had a ton of rules when it comes to sex with Hanjoo (like, she doesn't like having sex in the light or doesn't like to give blowjobs due to her being a bit of a germaphobe) but completely throws it away when it comes to Loid. She seems to have only married Hanjoo because of his looks and even threatens to divorce or not have sex with him during the beginning, which is what caused Hanjoo to be so afraid that she might leave him. She also is just rude to pretty much everyone she meets, including the housekeeper who didn't do anything wrong and the people Hanjoo works with. She's constantly doing stuff behind Hanjoo's back and contradicts herself, watching to see if Hanjoo might have cheated on her while also cheating on him with Loid at home. A lot of the stuff she does is just for her own pleasure and she barely thinks about Hanjoo's feelings or what kind of stuff he might want to do. Basically, all of the problems in the story are somehow directly or indirectly linked to Yeri and honestly, I just find her attitude annoying considering all she does is jump for Loid's dick whenever she can. Characters like Yeonjin and Dr. Seo are just as bad since they only think with their genitals and not with their brains. Yeonjin so badly wants to get on Hanjoo's dick that he ends up having sex with Loid and Dr. Seo so badly wants to get with Yeri that she ends up having a threesome. To be fair though, basically, every female wants to jump for Hanjoos dick for whatever reason, and honestly, I found that just as annoying as these two characters. They are both incredibly unlikeable and they even threw in a possible shipping moment near the end that didn't go anywhere and served zero purposes to the story. Dr. Kang is really shortsighted since he really wanted to become the lead roboticist and therefore made a bunch of sex robots, thinking he could fix them after a literal murder, but because of his incompetence, the entire situation basically happens again but with different people. Quite literally the only decent person in this story is Hanjoo and his only real problem is that he is such a doormat towards Yeri (and I also don't see why he loves her, whatsoever.)

I will say though that the most interesting part of the story is definitely with Loid. The entire story builds up to the growth of Loid's feelings towards Yeri, starting out when he was basically an emotionless robot, to attempting to become Hanjoo and successfully fooling Yeri into thinking that he was him. Honestly, the turn that Loid had successfully tricked Yeri into believing he was Hanjoo for a bit made me actually feel more than all of the sex scenes combined because of the brilliant juxtaposition of the conversation they had earlier about him being different than a human and the joy he had when he believed that he could actually replace her husband. It was honestly really cool watching him gain more and more emotion and grow more and more possessive over Yeri and basically watching as Yeri became more and more paranoid (before going back to being a horndog, I guess), was far more interesting than anything else that happened in the story and I honestly wished that they focused on that than anything else that happened. I also found it really sad during that one moment where he actually believed that he was Hanjoo since he seemed so happy to be with Yeri, only to realize that he was just a clone of him. I wish that they had expanded more on that idea since that came near the end and was only included in one chapter. Also, don't ask me what happens at the end since I genuinely have no idea what they were trying to do.

Is Loid a yandere? Yes, is it worth reading? I guess it depends on how much you can tolerate constant sex scenes with threesomes and annoying characters that don't deserve each other. I guess an alternative to this could be called "Rich people do threesomes and cheat on each other and also there are robots."

[kingkatsuki]

Tag warnings : Mentions of pedophilia and sexualization of characters.

Hi Jo… I just read the post about Kitten’s work and honestly. I feel the same. Not enough authors out there get credit for what they write and instead they get insults for it. Another thing on a different side note, that I have to mention is the sudden need to call out people on their writing. Recently, there have been these accusations of writers being pedophiles and people sexualizing minors just because they decide to age up a character and write fiction on them. Like… mate. I was a year younger than Bakugou when I liked him. Now that I’m older than him and an adult, who is reading mature themes and enjoying it I’m considered a pedophile? He can’t age as he is a character. And the reason I have the urge to bring this up is because I am actually a writer. I have a blog and it is empty because I am worried that soon I won’t be writing for myself anymore and constantly criticized by these so called “saints” who throw a heavy term with around acting as if they know what is supposed to be valid and what isn’t and in turn start questioning myself. I do want to write. I really do. I want to provide people comfort and something that can make their day and interact with them even if it is a small thing through my writing. But I am so tired of just thinking and overthinking whether it would be worth it? Can I do a good job at it? And because of that… I have lacked motivation. I will cut my rant short as I have a lot to say…If you post this, please know that I am grateful. And I hope to make my writing appear soon.

I’ve seen a lot of this going around again, and definitely on the artist side on Twitter. Some of the reasoning behind it and the arguments that people are using have blown my fucking mind. I could go into a long rant about how idiotic these people are and how wrong they are but there literally is no point even trying to decipher their stupidity, and I could feel myself losing brain cells when I read some of their posts.

Bottom line is these same people that are trying to defend a fictional (fictional as in NOT REAL) character over real life victims are the ones that need help and common sense but unfortunately common sense cannot be taught.

If only these people would spend even half as much time advocating for real life victims but it seems like they would rather go after people who are quite literally minding their own business and creating content that isn’t hurting anyone. It’s a shame they seem to lack the imagination that others do when we age up characters and build our own worlds around them.

I hate to say it but this only seems to have happened in the last few years and as someone who’s been in fandom since I was like 13/14 I’ve never seen anything quite like this happen before, so it seems like it’s these new kids inserting themselves into places they don’t belong to try and gatekeep the fandom for themselves. This warped sense of white knighting that they’re trying to change the way fandom has worked for years.

Please don’t let these mugs ruin it for you, I promise there will be people out there who are excited to read your writing and you could be the biggest comfort to so many people!

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Okay, I've got a Victor Frankenstein request! Reader is Victor's SO (doesn't have to be the real SO Elizabeth in the film, just reader in general) and she goes into the lab to discover what Victor has really been doing all this time. Victor finds her and binds her to his work table/slab(?), and somehow, dark delicious sex ensues. 😈 Maybe Victor can also use some Victorian pet names on reader, like "My dear/child (sorry if the later is weird 🙈), Darling, etc.? Okay bye! *runs and hides*

AHHHH Thank you so much for asking for Victor Frankenstein, he really needs more attention as Peter Cushing is SO HANDSOME sdfgfrerfghgf Okay so my Kinktober fic linked here was very similar to your prompt, so I decided to make a sort of sequel to that fic! You don’t have to read that one before this one but it’s more Dr Frankenstein goodness ;)

Hold:

Word Count: ~1k Warnings: AFAB!Reader, Dub con/dark fic, kidnapping, cunnilingus, fingering, restraints on reader, sex on a table, dirty/degrading talk.

It had been days since Doctor Victor Frankenstein had caught you in his lab, going through his belongings and discovering his experiments. No, experiments weren’t the right word for it, more like abominations of nature. Your dear Baron was trying to become God, reanimating dead things as a way of controlling what mortal humans should never be in control of.

And since then, he continued to commit sins you never would have imagined from someone you originally believed to be such a kind and caring man. Instead, not only did he continue these atrocities against man, but he did things to you that were only allowed between a married couple. While he was gentle with your body he was also harsh and firm, his cold gaze watching you as he brought your body unbelievable pleasure that you never dreamed possible.

Now, he simply seemed content in keeping you in his lab, making sure you were fed and taken care of as he stayed in his laboratory full time. Why would he need to leave to see you if you were already there? Besides, you were now his newest project, and he intended to use you as saw fit. 

It was on another one of these nights that he played with your body, using his fingers in ways that you had never thought possible. Your sister had told you some of what happens when a man lays with a woman after marriage, but never were you told about anything other than his manhood being used. Instead, he often worked his ministrations on your body with his hands, and today, his mouth. 

It seemed so lewd and uncouth of him, the great Baron Frankenstein debasing himself to such an activity that seemed so dirty. A man using his mouth was something you never would have imagined, and here you were, bound to the table watching him as he used his tongue to bring vulgarities out of your mouth that you didn’t even know you could utter. It set your whole face ablaze with heat, so embarrassing it was to not only be doing this but to be enjoying it so thoroughly. 

That was when you did something even more shocking. As he stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, ice blue eyes looking down at you predatorily, you spoke up. “Herr Baron,” you uttered breathlessly. “Please, untie me. I want to hold you.”

He responded with a chuckle, and your bottom lip jutted out in a pout. You hadn’t intended it to, and it felt so childish in response for something so adulterous of an activity as this. Victor ran his fingers through his dark hair. “Now, why would I do something like that?”

“It isn’t fair that you do this to me while I am unable to reciprocate,” you answered in a soft voice.

A smirk. His long lithe fingers held your chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. The way his fingers still smelled of you made you want to turn away in shame, but you couldn’t. After a pregnant pause, he finally said, “My child, are you saying you want to debase yourself further?” His index finger stroked along your cheek. “That you like this sort of thing? I didn’t take you for a harlot, my dear, but it seems you are growing to be one.”

The accusation made your heart jump into your throat. “I’m not!” you quickly defended yourself. He quirked his eyebrow, and you continued, “I just thought… since you have already deflowered me that I might… we might…” 

“Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for me, my dear girl,” Victor says with a sneer. “After all of the things I’ve done to you, ruined you for all other men, and yet still you want me? How sweet.”

“Perhaps, but those things you’ve done, I like them,” you said, eyes averted. “I want more.”

Victor took a moment to think, looking deep into your eyes as he seemed to debate with himself whether to indulge you or not. Finally, he let you go and set to work on the bindings that restricted your movement. Relief washed over you, and as you regained control of your limbs, you couldn’t help but sit up on the table. 

But he was not done with you yet. Victor’s hands gripped beneath your knees and pulled you flush against his body, making you gasp at the sudden movement. You gripped the lapels of his shirt, whimpering softly as he pulled himself out of his trousers and stroked along your folds. His eyes were scanning your face, watching for any signs of resistance, and when he didn’t see any, he pushed. 

God, he felt so good. You felt so full and complete with him inside, flush against your walls. You had no idea anything could feel so good, and here the Doctor was, constantly proving you wrong. It seemed as though he felt the same, as he too couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as he thrust himself inside, the table creaking with each movement. You threw your head back and cried out his name the closer you got, and he didn’t bother to correct you to refer to him formally. He was simply Victor, and you held tightly as he took from you what he wanted, and in turn you experienced sensations beyond your wildest dreams. 

By the time he was finished, you had seem the cosmos behind your eyes that had been shut so tightly as your body trembled uncontrollably. His seed spilled from you as he pulled out, not yet stepping away from you as he held you to him. His hair fell into his face again, and you forgot yourself as you pushed it back with a small smile on your face. Victor blinked, regarding your gentle care, and then fell back into a knowing smile. 

“I believe this experiment has come to a successful resolution, wouldn’t you agree, my dear?”

[gleamglowsgraveyard]

How about Sirius finding out the reader has a crush on him...and gives her her first kiss? 😘

cigarettes and firewhisky

pairing: sirius/reader

word count: 2.4k

summary: amortentia is no fun to make when you’re partnered up with the person you know it’s going to end up smelling like.

content: fluff, me being bad at writing slughorn, very brief mention of sirius’s family issues, confessions in an empty classroom, kissing but nothing spicy (edit: rereading this i realized i made the reader pretty gender neutral! no pronouns or anything like that :)

you know i had to pull the amortentia trope. this was a cute request, thank you so much! also thank you to my anons who sent in what they thought sirius smelled like, you guys were a lot of help! (except the person who suggested that sirius smells like wet dog. you know who you are.)

This was the worst thing that could possibly happen to you. Surely some higher power was laughing at you from above, taunting you and your dreadful luck.

Your heart was beating a million miles a minute. How on earth did you end up being paired up with Sirius Black of all people?! And - even worse - making the worst potion ever concocted?!

If you weren’t in public you’re sure you’d be letting out a crazed laugh out of pure mania.

So far you’ve been able to dodge all of his attempts at conversation, quickly sending him off to find another ingredient as soon as he got too chatty. You’d hardly made any eye contact at all, and any time he handed you something you were careful not to have his fingertips even slightly graze your own.

In truth, you’ve had an enormous crush on Sirius Black since third year, and it had only gotten worse as the years went by. This meant that by now, you had become a bit of an expert at avoiding him at all costs.

But now it was all ruined. Years of hard work spiraling down the drain all because of fucking Amortentia.

Why couldn’t it have been a simple calming draught? Or a shrinking solution? Hell, you would’ve even preferred to make Slughorn his lunch!

And it’s not as if you can sabotage the potion, either! That would mean Sirius’s grade suffering too. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

There was no way out but to lie about what the potion smells of if he asks. Simple! That way no one finds out - more importantly, that way Sirius doesn’t find out - about your silly little crush. Foolproof. Genius. Inspired-!

“Do you like me?”

“What?!” You jolt as panic overtakes you, snapping your head up to meet Sirius’s eyes.

“Do you like me?” he repeats, smiling slightly. “I can’t help but feel like you hate me, seeing as you haven’t looked at me or talked to me at all.”

Internally, you breathe out a sigh of relief, glad you had misinterpreted the question.

“No! I-” Your voice is much too high, you stop to clear your throat. “I do! I do like you, I um... Sorry! I promise I don’t hate you, I guess I’m just... shy.” You finish your blabbering by looking away, pretending to inspect the fire below your cauldron.

When you raise your gaze again Sirius is still looking at you - observing you as if you’re an interesting puzzle that he can’t quite figure out.

“Um!” you quickly turn your attention to the potion, hoping he does the same. “Nearly done, right? Here.” You hold out the wooden spoon for him to take. “Five more clockwise stirs.”

He looks at the spoon but then folds his hands behind his back. “You do it,” he offers instead.

You purse your lips but nod anyway, bringing the wood up to the cauldron’s opening. The pearlescent liquid shifts under the spoon as it touches the surface, and once it’s fully submerged you take a deep breath and start stirring.

One... Two... Three... Four...

As soon as you finish the fifth stir your nose is assaulted by a suffocating aroma of cigarettes and firewhisky. You quickly step back, coughing and tossing the spoon on the table, but the scent follows you.

That doesn’t smell very appealing! Had you done something wrong? You could have sworn you’d followed the recipe exactly!

But then suddenly the scent changes, rapidly becoming much more welcoming. Cigarettes and firewhisky quickly turns into the undertone to something different... Cinnamon shampoo? But also... cologne, and... You could also catch the faint whiff of a brand new leather jacket.

“I think...” you start, eyes trained on the potion that now has delicate tendrils of steam coming off its surface. “I think we did it.” You laugh a bit in astonishment, proud of the fact that you’d managed to make such an advanced potion.

When you turn your head Sirius is looking at you again, in that infuriating way with his gorgeous eyes and stupid grin. You desperately want to look away but just can’t bring yourself to do so.

“How can you tell?” he asks quietly, and you suddenly feel everything else in the room slip away until it’s just him in front of you.

“I... It-”

“What’s it smell like?”

His low voice puts you in such a trance that for a moment you think you’re about to tell him the truth, but you quickly remember what you’d decided on earlier. Lie.

“Ban-” Bananas? No! “Bal-” Balloons? What would that even mean?! “Bu... bblegum. Bubblegum.” You finally land on, and then give a minuscule wince.

Bubblegum?! Although, you suppose it’s better than balloons...

“Bubblegum?” Sirius repeats, brows furrowed.

“Yep! And is that...? Oh! Firewood!” you continue, pulling lies out of thin air. Sirius’s furrowed brows fade away, and an amused smile starts to form on his features instead.

“And, um... And sun cream! Huh, weird.”

“Bubblegum, firewood, and sun cream?” Sirius lists, as if needing clarification from you.

“Well, I-”

“And look what we have here!” Professor Slughorn’s booming voice is suddenly feet away from the two of you, standing right beside your cauldron. “I do believe we have our first finished brew of Amortentia! Although I can’t say I’m surprised, Mr. Black,” Slughorn beams, giving Sirius a knowing look.

Sirius just shuffles awkwardly.

If Slughorn notices Sirius’s discomfort, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he continues, “You know, your father was an exceptional potion maker. Very talented indeed, and you and your brother seem to be following in his footsteps! Although I must say, young Regulus has been a bit unfocused lately, he-”

“Uh, professor?” you speak up when Sirius flinches at his brother’s name.

Slughorn blinks and then looks at you as if he’s just noticed you were there. “Oh- Yes?”

“So... The potion? Did we do it right?”

“Oh, yes, yes, of course! Full marks!” He waves you off, as if you were being silly for even asking. “And ten points for each of you!” he adds for good measure before strolling off, most likely to go torment some other student with a famous surname.

After that, Sirius doesn’t much seem to be up for talking anymore. He focuses all his attention on cleaning up your station, closing up jars of rose petals and pearl dust. You follow his lead, albeit a bit sluggishly.

A few minutes ago you would’ve been okay with Sirius’s silence - happy, even, if it meant you didn’t have to deal with your little crush. But now you would give anything to have him cheerful and smiling again - even if he looked at you with those annoyingly pretty eyes.

Once class is over you’re quick to duck out of the room, desperately wanting to leave Slughorn and Amortentia and the smell of cigarettes and firewhisky behind you.

It’s all over now, everything went according to plan and you can finally go back to doing what you do best. Secretly pining after Sirius Black from a distance.

It’s safe. It’s what you’re good at.

You’re just about ready to forget about this day entirely when you hear a familiar voice calling your name.

...Maybe you were hearing things.

You speed up your steps but then he calls your name again and you’re forced to slow down, waiting for him to catch up. When he does he gives you another winning smile and your heart does a flip.

“Hey, listen,” he starts, and you listen intently. “Sorry about uh... Just... Thanks.”

You’re a bit taken aback. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a ‘thank you’.

“I... For what?” you ask, genuinely perplexed, but trying not to sound rude.

“Getting Slughorn to leave,” he clarifies with a grin. “He’s always been the same... I’ve been dealing with that for seven years now.”

There’s laughter in his voice but you can tell it’s a bit frayed at the edges. He’s clearly trying - and failing - to play it off as no big deal.

“Sorry,” you offer lamely. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

It really doesn’t.

You don’t know much about Sirius’s family, but you know enough to understand that he probably doesn’t like to be constantly reminded of them. Sharing their last name and seeing his brother in the halls was probably more than enough.

“It’s fine. And, I didn’t just want to thank you,” he says quickly, realizing that the conversation had gotten gloomy.

“Oh?” you voice with a bit of a nervous smile.

“I wanted to ask what it smelled like. The Amortentia.”

There goes your heart again. A million miles a minute.

“What do you mean?” you ask, laughing a bit. “I told you. Bubblegum and um...”

Shoot! What were the other two?!

“Firewood and sun cream?” Sirius prompts, and you nod frantically.

“Yep! That was it!” you’re quick to blurt out. Unconsciously, you pick up your pace, now traveling at a slight speed walk.

Sirius keeps up easily. “But you’re lying,” he accuses, pointing a finger at you, and you swear you start to sweat. “You started coughing when you finished stirring. What did you smell then?”

“I-! Well-! The bubblegum was very pungent, and I-”

“And it looked to me like you were just naming anything that came to your head. Were you about to say balloons at one point?”

“You know, I don’t appreciate being interrogated like this, and quite frankly I- woah!”

You suddenly find that you’re being pulled somewhere by the elbow, and only when you hear a door close behind you do you realize that Sirius has dragged you into an empty classroom. You don’t even have time to take in your surroundings, because Sirius is asking you again:

“So what did you smell?”

You consider lying again, but he’s staring at you with his big, pretty eyes, just waiting for you to tell the truth and all of a sudden you really, really want to.

You thought - you really thought - that you would be content to just go back to crushing on him from a safe distance, but then the Amortentia had happened and he had looked at you different. He was looking at you differently even now - eyes glittering, listening attentively for your answer. And suddenly pining from a distance doesn’t seem so appealing.

You groan in frustration, bringing both of your hands up to cover your face. You just can’t believe what this boy is doing to you.

“It’s so stupid,” you admit, feeling your cheeks head up beneath your palms.

“It’s not,” he assures you, gently wrapping both his hands around each of your wrists, silently asking you to stop covering your face.

You shake you head. “It is, and if you’re asking then you already know.”

“So humor me.”

You abruptly drop your hands to look up at him and, woah - had he always been that close? He’d definitely gotten a bit closer since you’d closed your eyes.

You let out a shaky breath. “Cigarette smoke... Firewhisky...” you trail off. You mean to keep going, but decide to wait for Sirius’s initial reaction first.

Sirius blinks. “Gross,” he says after a beat, and it startles a laugh out of you.

“Yeah, a bit. I thought we messed it up, but then... Um, it changed.”

You search his features for any signs of discomfort, but find none. In fact, Sirius seems to be basking in every word you tell him.

So you keep going, very quietly, “Cologne and...” Without thinking you bring a hand up to rest delicately on his shoulder. “Leather and... Cinnamon...”

You hand moves of it’s own volition, resting on the junction of Sirius’s shoulder and neck and you stare dazedly at it for a moment. You blink and then realize what you’re doing.

You pull your hand away as if you’ve been burned. “Sorry, I-”

But then Sirius is leaning forward fast and - Merlin, was he about to kiss you?!

You panic for a moment, knowing you have to think quick. Your hand darts up again, this time landing on his collarbone, putting your palm flat up against him and pressing firmly, willing him to stop.

He gets the message and quickly pulls back. “I’m sorry-”

“No!” you blurt out so fast that it sounds more like a squeak. “No, no, it’s not that I don’t... I mean I want to, I do I just...” You screw your eyes shut. “I’ve never kissed anyone.”

“Fuck,” Sirius lets out a laugh.

Your heart sinks as you open your eyes. Was he laughing at you?

“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you,” he clarifies quick, as if reading your mind. “For a second I thought the Amortentia was a big coincidence and you didn’t like me at all.” he smiles, and you realize his laugh was a laugh of relief.

“No! I-!” You groan again and lean against the closed door. Was it confession day or something?! “No, I’ve... I’ve liked you since third year.”

“What about first and second?” he fires back quick, grinning stupidly.

You don’t miss a beat. “I was scared of you, then. You were too loud.”

He barks out a laugh and you suddenly feel the urge to look away, feeling as if you’re intruding. And then you remember you’re not. It’s just you and Sirius here. So many times you’d seen that laugh from a distance, across a crowded Great Hall but now it was just for you.

Sirius speaks up once his laughter dies down. “Look, you don’t have to-”

“No, I want to-”

“I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable-”

“You haven’t! I just-”

“We can just go to class-”

“Sirius!” you say sharply, and he looks at you with wide eyes. “Kiss me. Please,” you say with a laugh, wanting him to shut up already.

He grins and then wastes no time in leaning forward, taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours. You smell it again - cinnamon shampoo, cologne, new leather, and - very faintly - cigarettes and firewhisky.

You melt into the kiss, bringing you hands up to rest at the nape of his neck, idly playing with the strands of hair you find. It’s awkward at first, but you try your best to relax into it, following Sirius’s lead and just doing whatever comes naturally.

He pulls away and you slowly blink your eyes back open, willing yourself out of the trance Sirius’s lips had just put you in.

“Fast learner,” he whispers, smiling, and you laugh.

“We should get to class...” you suggest halfheartedly, not stepping away or making any move to leave.

“Yeah,” Sirius agrees, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Probably...”

You both look at each other for a few beats, but then you each break into a smile.

And he kisses you again.

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[when-he-writes-stuff]

The thing about the Hale pack was that everyone in it was absolutely, one hundred percent, drop-dead gorgeous.

And the thing about Stiles Stilinski was… well, he was Stiles Stilinski.

The last time he’d really looked into his reflection and been insecure, had been the first time he’d tried asking Lydia Martin out, and it’d been like he wasn’t even there. Stiles might as well have been invisible for the way that sharp green eyes never lingered on him and sometimes, he thought it just might be better that way. The thing about hot people was that Stiles was not one of them and because of that, he was constantly confused.

Confused about why Derek kept him around the pack, anyway.

Sure, Stiles was a mad genius when it came to doing research. There wasn’t any lore he couldn’t dig up and there wasn’t any monster he couldn’t figure out how to kill. That might be why, he thought. Why Derek hadn’t quite given him the boot yet.

The thing about being the only plain human in a pack of drop-dead werewolves was that Stiles sometimes wondered if that’s why Derek had never offered him the bite.

It wasn’t like he was calling the big grumpy werewolf biased or anything. Scott had once accused Derek of only going after the losers at Beacon Hills High and the man had been pissed off about that for days. But then Stiles had watched his friends go from sticking in the shadows to owning the halls, and he sometimes wondered why he hadn’t been offered that chance too.

Stiles was pretty sure it didn’t bother him. He just… wondered sometimes.

It might bother him a little bit.

It was a cool autumn afternoon when Stiles sat on the porch of the Hale house watching Derek train the other betas. Erica was kicking ass, which wasn’t really surprising because the woman could be absolutely feral when she wanted to. Stiles thought if he ever got into a one-on-one with her, he wouldn’t be making it out alive.

The first time he’d come over to the newly built Hale house to watch them train, his first thought had been 'badass'. Honestly, his brain hadn’t been able to come up with much more but that might be because two out of the four werewolves had been shirtless and one of them had been Derek. Which… totally wasn’t a thing.

Over time though, Stiles was a little less amazed. He’d watch Erica kick Isaac’s butt and glance down at his own hands, wondering if he could ever do that. If he was given the chance, that is.

It didn’t bother him though, remember? Not even just a little bit. 

Or whatever.

The door behind him opened and closed as Lydia dropped down at his side with a glass of water in one hand. Red hair fell over her shoulder as she tilted her head, studying the betas and then smirking as Boyd knocked Jackson to the dirt. Chewing on his lower lip, Stiles glanced over at her.

“Hey, Lyds?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think Derek would have offered you the bite if you weren’t already… you know. A terrifying death screamer?”

The girl gave him a quizzical look and Stiles tried not to blush, ducking his head.

“Just wondering.”

He could feel green eyes still studying him, but Stiles pretended like he didn’t see. Once more, he focused on his hands, waiting for an answer. And an eternity seemed to pass before Lydia shrugged, turning her gaze back forward.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Eventually.”

Stiles swallowed. How long had it been since he’d officially started considering himself a part of the Hale pack? A handful of years, after multiple occasions of nearly dying at Derek and co's side. So how long counted as eventually? He didn’t think that long.

“Stiles?”

He glanced back over at her, forcing a grin onto his face. “I’m good.”

Lydia didn’t look convinced, but Stiles just turned his attention back toward the training. He did his best to keep his gaze off Derek and the man's unfairly well-formed everything. Because the last thing he needed was Erica to catch him staring and give him one of those knowing smirks that she was always so quick to wear. Or worse, for Derek to ever see.

Once more, Boyd knocked Jackson into the dirt and Stiles snorted, cheered up even if only for a quick moment.

He could hear the beta cursing from where he sat.

-

The rest of the Hale house was silent when Stiles sat on the couch hours later, his computer open on his lap and an empty bag of popcorn at his side. Isaac had done nothing but complain all afternoon that Derek had worked them way too hard earlier and when Erica had told him to can it, the beta had slunk into his room with a glum look.

But Stiles could hear snores now, so he was pretty sure Isaac had knocked right out.

The others had left an hour ago with all the cash Derek had on him, claiming they were going to pick up pizza. But they still weren’t back so Stiles had pretty much given up on that ever happening. For all he knew, they’d completely forgotten about coming back and were crashed at a pizza place somewhere enjoying the food that was meant to be for the entire pack.

He wasn’t sure where Derek had gone off too— the loft was silent other than Isaac. 

Except, suddenly one of the doors opened and closed down the hall and Stiles glanced over his shoulder to see a very wet and very half-naked Derek Hale step out of the bathroom. His heart rate instantly rose and he whipped back forward, focusing hard on his computer screen again.

Stiles could hear the man's footsteps moving toward his bedroom and he cursed internally, trying to take deep breaths. He’d been looking up… what had he been looking up again? Witches. No, fairies? 

Screw all the drop-dead gorgeous werewolves.

That’s what Stiles would like to say.

He found himself fiddling with the hem of his sweatshirt instead of actually paying attention to whatever was on his screen. By the time the footsteps came down the hallway, he was pretty sure his heartbeat had quieted a little bit, but he still tried to focus even harder on his computer. 

Derek passed him with a raised eyebrow and Stiles did his best to ignore it. Grunting, the man moved into the kitchen, shuffled around a little, and came back out with a cup of coffee. Stiles raised an eyebrow of his own at that.

“And you say I have bad caffeine habits.”

“It’s decaf.”

“Oh, wow, Sourwolf. Now that’s just boring.”

Derek flat out ignored him this time, grabbing the remote and flipping on the TV. Whatever the betas had been watching earlier came on full blast and Stiles yelped, slamming his laptop shut in surprise. 

“Dude, I’m trying to do research here!”

That earned him a pair of rolled eyes and Stiles huffed, shoving himself up. Almost as quickly, Derek caught his sleeve and Stiles froze. 

“Er, what?”

“Where are you going?”

“Home, dude,” Stiles said, trying to pull away. But Derek’s grip was like iron. “So I can make sure we all live to fight another week, unless you want to go in blind to whatever the hell is terrorizing Beacon Hills this time?”

The man didn’t answer for a long moment, still not letting go. And Stiles didn’t like the way those grey-green eyes searched his face, as if Derek knew exactly what Stiles wasn’t saying. Which… wasn’t anything. It totally wasn’t anything.

But then the man’s brows furrowed. “You’ve been acting strange lately.”

Stiles stiffened. Derek didn’t seem to notice, though, looking lost in thought.

“And your scent has been off.”

“O-okay,” Stiles said, trying to pull away once more. It still didn't work. “So, that’s a total invasion of my privacy, you fluffy asshole. Do you often go around checking on my scent, or is this more of a one-time thing?”

Derek gave him a red-eyed glare at that and Stiles tried to pretend like his heart didn’t skip another beat. “Is something wrong?”

“Is something— what? No, Derek, nothing's wrong. Things are just fine and dandy.”

Stiles had always thought it was unfair that werewolves could hear heartbeats because one raised eyebrow from Derek told him the man didn’t believe a word he’d just said. Grunting, Stiles looked over at where Isaac’s snores were still coming from, and then over his shoulder toward the door. Just in case. 

Then, Derek finally letting go of his sleeve, Stiles crossed his arms.

“Why haven’t you ever offered me the bite?”

The alpha tensed, eyes turning guarded. And Stiles tried not to feel hurt at that, biting down on his lower lip.

“Am I not good enough, Derek?”

“Are you not… why would you even think that?”

Stiles scowled at the growled accusation in Derek’s voice. Because god, it wasn’t like he was asking this out of the blue. “You’ve never even asked, dude. Not once, not even a hint. I’ve been apart of this pack for years now and yeah, I know I’m just Stiles. Human, annoying, only-good-at-research Stiles, but I’d make a good werewolf, dammit!”

Derek’s eyes were wide now and he looked a bit taken aback. Carefully, the man stood, looking at Stiles as if he might spontaneously combust at any moment.

Which… he totally wouldn’t. No way.

It didn’t bother him.

“I’m just Stiles,” he said again, quieter this time. “I know that, but—”

“Stiles.”

Derek’s tone itself was enough to cut Stiles off midsentence. Which was a bit of a relief, because he didn’t really know where he was going with it anyway. But he still glared at the man, surprised that Derek’s expression was nothing but gentle as the man looked steadily back.

“Would you want the bite?”

And it didn’t seem like a real question. Not like Derek was offering, but maybe he was surprised. Surprised that Stiles would even bring it up, surprised that Stiles would even want to be a werewolf. Which wasn’t fair, right? It was just— he just— Stiles clenched his jaw. “Why haven’t you ever asked?”

A long moment passed before Derek answered. “You’re human, Stiles.”

“Well, no, duh.”

“You’re human,” Derek repeated. “But not as a weakness. Your mind, your soul… I’ve never offered the bite because I know you’ve never wanted it. Not because you’re annoying, not because you’re not pack—” The man hesitated, then looked at him carefully. “Because you’re Stiles and there’s nothing more beautiful than that.”

Stiles’s breaths caught in his throat. He stared at the werewolf, all words lost to him for a moment. Which was more than unusual and even Derek looked concerned for a moment. The man took a small step forward and Stiles uncrossed his arms just as quickly. “I… what?”

Derek rolled his eyes, but Stiles could’ve sworn the tips of the man's ears were a little red. And he had heard everything right, hadn’t he?

“Hey, Derek, am I dreaming?”

“You’re an idiot, Stiles,” Derek said. “But you’re also the human one that holds the pack together.”

Stiles focused on Derek’s face. Then his hands, then the floor. His mind was still processing things rather slowly and when he’d asked, he’d kind of expected a gruff response. Something about Stiles sticking to what he did best— research— or maybe just dropping the topic altogether with a threat to his safety if he didn’t. He didn’t expect to glance back up and for Derek to be so close, Stiles choked on his breath.

“Do you want the bite, Stiles?”

“Well... no.”

The look Derek gave him was purely judgemental now. Stiles flushed. 

“I was just wondering.”

“Hm.”

“Don’t ‘hm’ me, asshole,” Stiles said, giving the man a shove. But Derek caught his hands and Stiles was frozen all over again, heart skipping yet another beat. Looking down at him, Derek smirked, and Stiles had no doubts the man knew exactly what was going through his mind at the moment.

“I don’t keep you around just to put on a show during beta training, you know.”

And yep, that was it. Stiles had officially died and been brought back to life again. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, but no words came out. And screw all the drop-dead gorgeous werewolves, remember? He hated them. All of them.

“You’re my favorite human, Stiles,” Derek said, softer this time. And okay, maybe Stiles hated one werewolf less.

He decided that was definitely true when Derek leaned down and kissed him.

-

It's been decided that when my brain decides to start working again, it decides to start working overtime, so here we are! I figured you guys deserve some fluff after that last fic, so I hope you all enjoyed!

[multiplefandomsblog]

“Offer”

request; Can I get an imagine with Kokichi with an artist S/O who wants to paint him but he keeps flustering them with suggestions of a nude painting of him?

warnings; kind of suggestive, mention of nudity, cussing, mutual pining i think, i made it kinda crack fic, reader has an ultimate talent(artist), not edited too well, ended it weird like always, kissing, lowkey making out tho- 

note; wow i wrote way too much- but hey, i still hope you enjoy this!

word count; 1.9k+

You walked around the school, looking for Kokichi to ask him to be your model.

Although you have sketched Kokichi several times before, you felt you needed to ask him face-to-face so he could just stay still in his goddamn chair instead of changing positions every 5 seconds and ruining your half-done sketch. And so, you went off to go find the boy, finding it surprisingly hard to catch him. 

“There you are! I was looking for you-” You puffed out a sigh of relief, clutching your art supplies close to you as you saw your purple-haired classmate. Not a second after he caught sight of your figure jogging towards him, he had started taunting you. 

“Oooooh, hey S/o, you seem mighty happy to see me, hm? I wonder why that is…” He took a funny-looking step towards you, voice laced with an interrogating tone.

He had that strange smirk on his face, and not the one you liked. N-not that you liked his smile! In consequence of staring at him and sketching him constantly without his knowledge—or so you thought—, you have become almost a master of reading his mood and expressions. 

“Don’t get any wrong ideas, I just wanted to ask you if I could paint you.” For a small moment you swore you could see his expression twist into one of shock, before quickly melting back into his shit-eating grin. “Well of course you would! I’m the ultimate supreme leader, after all.” He acted as if he wasn’t just gob-smacked a second ago.

You beamed up at him, you had been in a small art block for a while and the moment you saw Kokichi, you knew he would be the cure to it. And so, you were ecstatic when he said what he said, “So you’ll do it?” You jumped a little too high, and spoke a little too eagerly.

“Mhm! —but with a catch, of course.” Your face dropped, you should’ve known the little fucker would try and get something out of you. “Nishishi!”

Unsure if you even wanted to know, you asked carefully, “W-what’s the catch..?” Your voice laced with caution, brain suddenly being reminded of all the pranks and blackmail he had fucked everyone else over with in the past. Knowing him, it could vary from, ‘Eat a bug.’ to, ‘Survive a knife game against me!’ 

But what he said was definitely worse than the former, and the latter. 

“You have to paint me fully-nude.”

… It was suddenly very quiet, the echo of his insane remark, bouncing off the walls. The silence mostly coming from your side—then again, what did you expect? Painting Kokichi would mean the end of your art block and a painting of Kokichi, like, c’mon, but painting Kokichi nude would mean- Well, you weren’t sure what it meant; hence, the silence.

Impatient and somewhat annoyed by the silence, he poked at your shoulder, “So? Are you gonna paint me naked or not?” You stared at your shoes, too afraid to make eye contact with the boy you were now thinking of... naked. 

“... C-can’t I just paint you normally?” He pouted, a comedically high whine erupting from his throat as he replied, “But that’s no fuuuuuun!” 

“Don’t you want to see your ultimate supreme leader, whipping out his wang?-” You shoved his face away from your warm one, “Y… I mean n-no, no!” Your tone weak before getting loud and defensive as you caught yourself before all hell broke loose. 

You felt your stomach drop as you thought about the possibility of Kokichi knowing you wanted to see him, and I quote, ‘Whipping out his wang’, Kokichi would never let that one go. 

“Aw man, well I guess you don’t wanna paint me theeeen.” He slowly stepped away, a pout on his face as his back faced towards you. He hummed circus music as he teetered on his feet, balancing on one foot at once as he ‘walked’ away from you agonizingly slow, obviously waiting for you to tell him to come back. 

“Koki-” In a flash, Kokichi had been by your side, dragging your hand to god knows where. “You have me convinced! I’ll let you paint me because I’m suuuuuch a nice guy. Nishishi!” Although you should’ve asked where the both of you were going, you felt knowing the catch was more important, “B-but what’s the catch?” 

Kokichi kept at his speedy pace, yet he answered with a voice that still had so much energy in it, “Aww, I’m hurt you think there’s a catch, do you not trust me that much?”

Silence.

“Meanie... but yeah, you were right to suspect me. The catch is.... “ He drum-rolled on your palm, “You just have to kiss me for payment!” He slowed down a bit to send a cheeky smile your way. You almost tripped on your feet as you heard him, “What!? Bu-” 

Kokichi quickly interrupted you, “Uh-uh, don’t try to pretend you don’t wanna. I know you have nooooo problem kissing those little sketches of me when you think no one is looking~” His voice quieted down sinisterly as he spoke, the evil smile spreading across his face once more. Although he had been wearing an extremely thick mask of a smile to hide his true feelings, anyone would’ve noticed that small blush on his upper right cheek. Anyone.

“You saw that?” Kokichi cackled at your agitated and flustered face, “Nishishi! Don’t worry, I’m the only one that knows. After all, no one finds you interesting enough to actually notice that.” You furrowed your brow at the subtle hint he had given you, “But you did-” 

Kokichi put on a teasing smile this time, “That was a lie! I didn’t see anything with my own eyes, I just assumed you have and so you helped me confirm it! Nice job on fucking yourself over, S/o! Nishishi~!” You rolled your eyes, you liked this guy?

Well anyways, it didn’t seem to matter whether you questioned your feelings for the liar, as you finally made it to where Kokichi had been dragging you to. You watched as Kokichi skipped away from you and hopped on the bench, surrounded by moss and other wild plants. 

“Ta-da! When I first saw this place, I immediately thought of you! You know, because you’re a nerd who likes cliché art settings.” He grinned, posing on top of the bench, “How’s this? Nishishi! Don’t answer that, I know this is perfect.”

 ... He looked like an idiot. But a cute idiot.

Suppressing a laugh, you gestured downwards to guide him down from his strange pose, “U-uh, maybe you could just, sit down? Like a normal person, I mean.” He sneered at you, before reluctantly sitting down, “You’re so boring.” The way he sat on the bench reminded you of a child who had just gotten denied candy. 

Smiling in relief, you quickly took a seat on the bench opposite to him, bringing out your supplies excitedly. Despite the pout on Kokichi’s face, and the grudge he wanted to keep, the way you so excitedly took out your canvas made his heart melt as well as his attitude. 

In the corner of your eye, you swore you could see Kokichi’s genuine smile, albeit it was lopsided but it still made you flush. Without thinking, you spoke, tilting your head upwards to look at him better, “You should smile more, you’re really pretty like that.” He… his mind blanked for a second, his façade fading away slightly to reveal a genuine expression of shock.

He quickly gained his composure back, “Um, okay? I always smile, are you blind?” Despite his passive-aggressive reply, you couldn’t find any reason to be mad, although you should’ve been. You smiled fondly and shook your head, diving back into concentration towards your canvas.

--

After an hour of pointless conversation, flirting, and calculated strokes of your brush, you were satisfied with the result. “... Alright, I’m done.” Kokichi sighed exasperatedly as he stood up and stretched, “Finally! I was afraid my limbs were going to freeze forever in that position.” You stared at him accusingly, “You didn’t even stay still the entire time. At one point, you did a fucking cartwheel-” 

Kokichi slid on over you, leaning over your seated figure to peak at the painting of him. “Lemme see!” He reached for the painting with his pale hands, causing you to jerk the painting away from his reach. “It’s not dry yet! Just look, don’t touch.” You scolded, unamused by his pouty expression. “You’re no fun S/o-chan, but okay. I know how much you like to be in charge~” He teased, before finally laying his eyes on the painting he stayed still one whole hour for. 

You felt your anxiety rise at his silence, “... Well, d-do you like it?” Although you were pretty confident in your ultimate talent and skills, for some odd reason, you felt extremely nervous when you showed it to Kokichi. 

You were confused as to why your hands were shaking, you’ve shown your artwork to galleries, museums, the harshest art critics in the world! So why the hell did it matter so much to you if this one boy liked it or not?

“I think it looks super handsome! And by it, I mean me. Nishishi!” He grinned, “I look good in everything after all.” You scoffed, you couldn’t believe you actually expected a genuine compliment from Kokichi, of all people. 

“Hey so, it’s time for your payment you know?” Payment... what? You looked up at him in confusion, big fat crocodile tears sprung out from his eyes, “Waaaah! I can’t believe S/o forgot our deal!” You flushed again as you were suddenly reminded of the kiss. 

You sighed tiredly, “You were serious?” He glared at you, “I’m always serious!” You gave him an accusing look that screamed, ‘You know that’s bullshit.’ But sighed defeatedly for what seemed like the umpteenth time. As you stood up to walk up to him, you set your painting down nearby.

Squirming underneath his expectant gaze, you leaned in torturously slow until your noses were nearly touching, your eyes were glued to his lips nervously. You kind of just… stood there, waiting. Waiting for him to take initiative, as he usually does. “... You know, You’re kissing me, right? Not the other way around.” His voice was lower, quieter than usual, and you could feel his breath within each word.

He smirked at your awkward shuffle towards him, finding your averting eyes and flushed face extremely endearing. Though Kokichi would never admit it, deep down he was nervous too- But of course, he refused to ever admit that reality. Even to himself. 

“I-I know that! I was just… preparing.” He hummed a skeptical ‘Okay’, standing patiently for the kiss you owed him. Letting out a shaky breath, you quickly pressed your lips on his, before immediately pulling away. Well, you tried pulling away. Kokichi gripped your collar, eagerly going in for more. His lips enveloped yours roughly, he could feel you trying to back away and so he just decided he had to go even harder. 

Once he pulled away, he saw your lips puffy and swollen, and face completely dazed. You wanted to ask him why he stopped but he interrupted you before you could, “You know, I never said you had to kiss my lips, pervert〜” Your eyes widened at his statement, “It seems you’ve been wanting this for a while, huh?” You didn’t say anything, only fuelling his fire. 

“Nishishi! You’re so obsessed with me, it’s adorable~” You took a defensive step back, “I-I am not!” He suddenly leaned his face dangerously close to yours, grinning sadistically as he heard your whimper. “You shouldn’t lie, you know? Especially not to me.” He leaned in next to your ear, catching your earlobe between his teeth and biting gently. 

“Anyway!” You snapped out your daze as he barked suddenly, “The nude painting offer still stands, you know!” He yelled out, walking away from you, strangely.