#and i find it so fucking funny. i have no clue why. in my mind they look pretty alike except of the differences they have because

[thecheshirerat]

On TAZ-

Wow that sounds like I’m about to summarize some sort of discourse but I promise I’m not. I guess I’ll say that I really like this show and I will keep listening even if my worst fears come to pass, so keep that in mind!

For reference, I started listening near the end of Amnesty.

I’ve noticed, with the past few arcs- really since Ethersea- the narratives have just… not been fulfilling their promises, so to speak. They’ve been placing a lot of guns that don’t go off. What I mean by that is, the characters are great. Excellent, really. Lady Godwin? HELL YES. Emerich Dreadway? Fuck yeah! And so on! And the settings and premises have been epic- the goofiness and also horrifying nature of Engrave, the mad and thrilling world of Steeplechase- these things are COOL AS FUCK.

and then the actual narratives keep flopping?

And honestly, I notice it most in the endings, because you can really tell when an ending doesn’t land. You feel the sense of disappointment. But with vs. Dracula, for example, I could kinda see leading up to it that the ending couldn’t really BE anything special, because they lowkey didn’t set themselves up for it.

They spent the campaign fucking around in Engrave, finding clues and solving problems and not really experiencing any particularly meaningful character arcs or growth or, idk, forming relationships? So there wasn’t much to pay off, I’m not gonna lie!

Of course it doesn’t feel quite as dissatisfying when you’re in the thick of it, because they’re funny and the stuff is cool and- oh hey! Lady Godwin’s been turned into a werehorse against her will?? that’s got some real potential for a LOT of allegories and exploration of some fun character development! And then it’s kinda played as a joke. And then they do that again and again.

And they actually said that that was a move they made intentionally, in the TTAZZ. I’m not quoting them perfectly here, this is from memory, but I do remember them mentioning that they wanted lighthearted comedy without the burden of real life story stuff. And I get that, honestly, but… it’s not the choice I would’ve made. I do think you can keep a lighthearted tone while also, idk, forming relationships and wholesomely engaging with some amount of emotion. And sometimes going way too deep is funny as a tone shift!

But I digress. One thing that’s also popped out to me is the almost complete lack of any kind of romantic storyline or even references. This becomes obvious if you’re in a fandom because everyone is always dying to ship SOMEONE, and you can tell when people are really getting desperate. I don’t blame them for not wanting to roleplay romance with their family, and I do think stories lacking romance are COOL and SHOULD BE ENCOURAGED!

However if you can’t find ANYBODY to ship together… that may mean you just don’t have character bonds. The growing popularity of the PC polycule is interesting to me; I wonder if it’s partially because

a) none of the pcs have significant relationships outside of their party and

b) even within the party, there doesn’t seem to be much chemistry between any given pair of characters…? I hope I’m making my point well here- the PCs all seem equally close and have more or less the same relationship to all of their compatriots with little distinction, meaning, essentially, no shipping fodder that doesn’t involve just all of ‘em.

Either way, it makes me wonder if I can blame the “Graduation has too many NPCs!” critique. They really stopped giving the parties tag-along main NPCs after graduation, with the exception of maybe.. Urchin? Kodira? Shlabethany? Poppy? and even they get relatively little “screen” time. Steeplechase has great NPCs, I love them to death, but none of the PCs seem to ever have one on one conversations with NPCs or each other that do not explicitly focus on the plot. And I think that’s part of why the characters feel so underdeveloped despite having spent a lot of time with them- because in this character-driven genre, we get very little insight into their feelings or motivations or even their rudimentary backstories.

I started watching Fantasy High recently and it made me realize a couple things about TAZ.

1) Recently, TAZ has sooo few core NPCs, and it’s weird that the characters aren’t doing more one-on-one purely character based scenes. And that makes it really tough to develop them.

2) TAZ is- and I should have realized this before- one of many good dnd podcasts. They’re probably looking for a niche they can master.

And it sounds like they’re trying to get back to that old “Here there be Gerblins!” energy. They’ve referenced it so many times in recent TTAZZes- they wanted to be job-focused, allowing story stuff to happen organically, so they tried a more open world vibe with Ethersea. They wanted to be less afraid to kill stuff, so they tried playing criminals (and were still afraid to kill stuff). They wanted to be silly and light on character, as they tackled with taz vs dracula. Now they’re trying to bring in the silly cartoon vibe with Abnimals. I think they’re trying to make that family-friendly, funny and goofy show their niche. Something other actual plays can’t be better at them at.

And honestly it kinda makes me sad, that they keep trying to go back to Balance while ignoring everything they learned during it. Because I loved Dust. Because I loved Amnesty. Because I loved Ethersea. I loved these past arcs! But they keep doing their brilliant characters dirty for some reason!!! And i don’t know why!!!!

You know that meme about people who ask questions in movies and then the person responds “Have you ever been to a movie before? You watch them and the information is revealed.” There have been so many times in TAZ recently where information has Not been revealed and if they keep doing it the audience will stop bothering to suspend their disbelief, because the trust just isn’t there.

What is Montrose’s deal? What on earth was Carmine Denton’s whole thing? Tell me more about Zoox’s feelings, about Devo’s past, about Amber’s future. Show me how Lady Godwin feels about the body horror that is her life- like, seriously! WHY DID WE HAVE TO COMPLETELY DISMISS THE OPPORTUNITY TO DISCUSS GENERATIONAL TRAUMA IN MUTT’S LIFE FOR A JOKE??

Do you remember in Steeplechase where the boys were getting medical attention or something- i don’t remember, but they were all in one room and only talking about The Plot. And Poppy literally banged on the door (speaking for both Justin and me, tbh) and was like “does anyone want to share any feeeeelings??” and they were like NOPE! and they moved on!!

like. cmon. you can’t just put a character like montrose out there and then leave them severely underdeveloped to the point that what would be interesting in proper context, with audience insight, becomes confusing and chaotic.

I just wish they would take their stories as seriously as we do.

It feels to me like they don’t believe in themselves, and it makes me sad. Maybe they didn’t get the response they wanted from Ethersea and so they’ve been trying to pivot, hoping to recapture whatever it was that earned them a loyal audience.

Again, I love them. They’re so funny and I’ll keep listening until the day they stop making this show, and when it happens I’ll cry.

But i KNOW they have more in them. Remember the “we’ll grow gills” monologue from Justin in the Prologues? Remember Travis’s SOLID acting with Devo? Or his awesome choice to give Lyndon/Beef a clearly delineated work/irl identity? His excellent narration and prose? Remember when Montrose described being lonely?! Remember all those moments where Shit Got Real and you cared??? The nanofather said some dope shit! dracula and victor and sweater dracula had such a wild dynamic! Clint’s acting in Dust 2- I can’t remember the characters name right now- was ASTOUNDING, I genuinely didn’t know he had that in him and it blew me away!

I’m not referencing Balance on purpose, both because the fandom is way to hung up on it and because I want to prove that you don’t even have to look at Balance, or even Post-Balance arcs, to see this kind of good cool stuff!

GAAAAAAAGHHHH!!! I want them to have fun. But also. We’re starving out here.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

sometimes i remember that regulus was described as. simply less handsome than sirius

[l0vergirlatheart]

Idk if ur requests are open, but hear me out XD. A creator!reader who descends on Teyvat meets all the Archons and such. Then up and leaves by changing their appearance in order to explore their creation and how it has changed. Every once in a while Creator will make themselves obvious by performing acts only the Creator could. Once they are found out they just up and leave again only to resurface after another Divine act. TLDR: Creator playing cat and mouse with Teyvat

oh my GOD creator is just TORTURING then atp

small ramble because i still have massive writers block [cries] also ignore how late this is pls ok mwamwa thnx

c.w // yan. chars

song : Best Friend - Rex Orange County

SAGAU INCOMING : YAN CHARS.

okay so you decided 'hey man, what if i wasn't worshipped the moment i stepped outside'

so you just said fuck it and shifted

(it's been a while since you've done so, it kind of felt weird and hurt a tiny bit)

walking around teyvat in an odd, different form. completely different hair, height, clothes, you get the gist

the only things you couldnt change however were three things:

your blood (still gold, but you didn't plan on bleeding infront of anyone)

your aura (still comforting, caring, and even alluring)

your voice (why? zero clue.)

escaping the throne room you've oh so sadly been bound to!! having fun while doing it!!

(the only real reason you managed to escape is bc you managed to get the archons out and actually tend to their nations, as per your request order)

messing around while escaping fr!! people passing by wondering why this random person they've never seen is (not very) sneakily running away from the creator's palace/temple

but eventually shrugging it off, albeit reluctantly

messing around in mondstat, playing with the npc children more than you could usually, giving them the time of their life!!

this is where you use your first creator powers >:3

some poor kid scraped his knee real hard on the bridge, let's say timmie (hes so sweet he just wants to defend his birds pls b nice to him!!)

you, being the belovent god you are, use your divine powers to heal him

whether you do it with the hc of having to use your own gold blood or just having special healing powers only creator has, you do it

however, your dumbass mind hadn't thought of the fact that Venti may have been watching this

new outlander person with a mysterious aura

and now he quickly learns its you :0!!

the archons had no clue you could shapeshift!! why wasnt this in the ancient scrolls??? did they just lose the ones that mentioned it???

venti immediately finds some weird wind way to tell the other archons

fucking loud mouth

speaking of which, ei is freaking. out.

she came back to just check on you in your throne room and youre just.

not there??

panics, almost goes to zhongli before she gets venti's message and calms down slightly

atp you've realize you've outed yourself

so after making sure timmie is find you quickly run off into the forest before venti can come after you and smother you (both physically and with questions)

forest reached, new mission : new form needed

this basically keeps happening, and it's a needed breath of fresh air for you

running to liyue looking like a normal person until you magically form a special medicine that was unheard of from your hand for an elder, sickly lady

running from liyue to sumeru and shifting into!! an animal!! a fox!! cat!! tiger!! dog!! bird!! any of the sort!!

only getting outed from sumeru after you accidentally spoke while in animal form and having to go over to inazuma as an unknown, traveling sailor!!

getting outed after that for your extremely familiar aura and voice (inazuma people are scarily observant towards strangers) and eventually getting shoved escorted back to your palace/temple

funny stories to tell

however, the archons wont be leaving your room for quite a while..

oh well, who says you don't have other stunts to pull?

[meanbossart]

Alright, I am like 90% sure there is ONE line in A Novel Experience touching on Gale GTFOing rapidly, so I don't think there are answers in there for me. So I come to you and ask-WTF went on between Gale and Drow???

Alright, so

There are two versions to what happened to Gale in my first campaign (the OG DU drow campaign that this whole universe is based around), lets begin with the technical version. As I've only somewhat recently come to understand, my Gale was bugged. I had 1 interaction early in the game that slightly veered into romance which didn't go anywhere, and first chance I had I clarified that I was not interested in him that way (the whole reason why It happened in the first place was because i misunderstood his dialogue). Despite this, and despite me turning him down in every romantic interaction following, I kept getting them and my interactions with him were as if we were romantically involved. I even got one exchange (the one about muscles glistening and cheeks flushed) twice, and rejected him both times.

So, later in the game once DU drow and Astarion sucessfully 5d chess-ed their way into falling In love, I was surprised to still be informed i had to "break things off" with Gale if I wanted to get with him. Which I did. And he gave me a whole spiel about it.

Now it's crucial you understand this was early in the game's release, I went into it completely blind and I had never played a game like Baldur's Gate before, so I was not familiar with the mechanics at all, which... Kind of led me to believe Gale was just like that normally.

From that point on I was highly amused, but for roleplaying purposes I decided my drow would have been highly annoyed and a little creeped out. And so I proceeded to be extremely rude to the guy at every chance I got. This eventually resulted In him pursuing the crown of Karsus despite me (rudely) telling him that was a very dumb idea.

The second version of what happened, as I already touched on above a little bit, Is the Narrative one. As I mentioned I had no clue what was and wasn't supposed to happen, so I just... Went along with it within the role-play.

So our beloved DU drow gets worms. He goes on a grand adventure with this weird possy of people to find a cure. When the tiefling party comes everybody except Astarion wants to get into his pants (because I left him on the beach for like a week and then proceeded to be The Rudest to him, sorry babe, I didn't see your pale ass and the asshole dialogue options were Really funny).

Someone else who Didn't seem to wanna fuck him was the wizard. He said he just wanted to show him a magic trick and he (and, I'll admit, me) really thought that was just that. The scene unfolds, Gale tries to teach DU Drow to cast a spell but his 9 intelligence says No. The unsolicited date ends abruptly because Gale is upset that a champion fighter without a single cantrip makes for a shitty wizard. DU Drow thinks thats the end of that - It's Not.

Then what proceeds to happen is a long, annoying, somewhat unsettling dynamic where Gale continually tries to pursue him throughout the game, coming to the point where the guy I'm Actually interested in thinks we are together - and when DU drow tells him verbatim that he had no idea they were even a thing in Gale's mind, he has to hear him whine about it. Add to that the fact that all Gale talks about is his ex-girlfriend, DU drow is (kind of justifiably) led to believe he must be a Profound weirdo to whom he cannot ever say even a Neutral word to again lest he becomes any more infatuated with him - 0r whatever the hell is going on.

Whether it be DU drow's own inflated ego or the actual truth, when Gale begins to pursue the crown he also assumes he's just doing it to spite him - so he isn't the kindest to him about that either.

And within this narrative that I concocted around a simple bug that didn't let me end a romance, I cannot imagine Anyone getting on particularly well with Gale within my main party. Drow thinks he's madly in love with him, Shadowheart is probably a little confused but she trusts DU Drow's word on the matter more than the Wizard's, Astarion thinks... What Astarion thinks.

So, no, they didn't part on the best of terms.

Before anyone gets mad, I assure you - I've completed the game again since then, I realize this is Not the intended Gale experience. He's a hysterical and deeply interesting character and only Slightly clingy and weird.

But, you gotta admit, this is way funnier.

[hrefna-the-raven]

Hot as Hades

Masterlist - Misc. masterlist

Chapters 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Words: 2047

Chapter 5 - The party

"Olympus", you murmured, blinking several times, half-expecting to find yourself back in your own home, awakening from a dream.

However, you soon realized that this was not a figment of your imagination. The clouds beneath your feet felt both soft and stable as you cautiously took a few steps, constantly reminding yourself that the ground wouldn't give way beneath you. The atmosphere around you seemed different, pleasantly warm with a gentle breeze, and the light enveloping you resembled the soothing rays of sunshine on your skin. Your eyes scanned the surroundings as you made your way through the grand golden entrance, briefly pausing to acknowledge the small blue deity who greeted you with a mischievous wink behind his red-tinted sunglasses. Hades whispered sweet reassuring words to you, telling you to just be yourself as you kept on walking towards the gathering of the other gods. Amidst the whirlwind of thoughts racing through your mind, your gaze flitted from one divine figure to another, almost oblivious to Hades engaging in conversation with no other than Zeus himself. It wasn't until Hades' smug voice broke through the chaos that you were fully present once again.

"How sentimental. You know, I haven't been this choked up since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat."

Given the overwhelming amount of first contacts with the entire Greek pantheon and the fact that you were thrown into this without a warning, it was only a matter of time before something inside you snapped and that moment was apparently now. You could, for mere seconds, feel the pressure inside your chest building up before it burst, all your thoughts washed away within an instant, leaving only the pure esssence of your very being, which was admittedly not the side you wanted to show to literal gods but here you were, having no choice and at this very exact moment in time, you stopped giving fucks. So, without any warning or possibility to react on your own, your body started laughing. Your hand searching Hades' as a warm wave of giggles and laughter bubbled out of you, your fingers gently intertwining with his. You playfully nuzzled your head against his arm, wearing a loving and amused smile in response to his joke. Every god on Mount Olympus watched you with curiosity as you were giggling away at the joke of that one god everyone agreed on is not funny. As soon as you realised that no one else joined in the laughter, you cleared your throat, tightened your grip on Hades' hand, and spoke almost in a whisper.

"So I guess it's more of a mosaic than an audience."

Zeus shot you a glance before slapping Hades' shoulder, leading him away from you.

"Brother, I have no clue how you managed to find that one but I'd keep her close if I were you, you won't find another one like that", the sound of his exaggerated laughter piercing through your skull in the most uncomfortable way despite the distance.

You knew all about Zeus from the stories being told and you met a lot of people worshipping him, he was THE god after all but from what you'd seen, something deep within you had already decided that he was definitely not making it on your good list. You couldn't exactly pinpoint yet why but you were sure you did not like Zeus and you were even more sure that you'd never let anyone know, just to be on the safe side. Without Hades by your side you suddenly felt a void within you, as if you were lost in the midst of the vibrant festivities. Anxious and restless, you found yourself nervously fidgeting with your hands, unsure of what to do until a smaller blue-skinned god flew towards you.

"Well hello, lovely little mortal", he greeted you, circling around you while peering at you through his red-tinted sunglasses, "are you enjoying our fabulous party? Say you and the old grumpy guy", he nodded towards Hades, "you know, I haven't seen this much love in a room since Narcissus discovered himself."

You offered a timid smile to the god, avoiding direct eye contact, uncertain of the appropriate response.

"Oh my, babe, excuse me, where are my manners", he exclaimed, feigning shock before swiftly reaching out to shake your hand, "I'm Hermes, nice meeting you, finally, we've heard so much about you."

With a sincere smile, Hermes then flew away. Just as you were about to utter a response, he returned to your side, presenting you with a goblet containing a mysterious red liquid.

"Isn't this...?", you began, unsure if it would be wise to vocalise the remainder of your sentence.

Hermes simply nodded, placing the goblet in your hands.

"But wouldn't this make me...?"

He slyly winked at you before glancing at Aphrodite, who stood beside Hephaestus, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she observed your conversation with Hermes from the corner of her eye.

"I can't, I mean what about", your voice dropped to a whisper as you gestured toward Zeus, who currently had Hades locked in a tight embrace, clearly without the latter's approval. Hermes casually waved his hand, dismissing your concern, and drew you closer, his arm gently encircling your waist as he led you over to Aphrodite, urging you to take a sip.

"Sometimes not even the big guy manages to control everything and on other times he doesn't know when to make an exception and both moments eventually happen on the same occasion. Hey Aphrodite, honey, be a dear and take care of our little mortal while I go over to annoy his flaming grumpiness."

"So, Hades, you finally made it. How are things in the underworld? How are things with the mortal world?", Zeus asked, nudging the Lord of the Dead.

"Well, they're just fine. You know, a little dark, a little gloomy. And, as always, hey, full of dead people. What are you gonna do? As for the mortal, Zeusy, darling, dearest brother, I would actually have a tinsy tiny request. You know from god to god, from bro to bro."

Zeus instantly took a step backward, the cheerful expression on his face faltering, replaced by something grim.

"You know the rules", Zeus sighed, "you know I can't make an exception."

"But you made the rules!", Hades almost shouted, the flames on his head threatening to turn into a fiery orange.

"Hades no! And that will be my last answer! I understand your position  but the answer is no!"

"But-"

"No! The rules are for everyone. It's not like one could just change the fabric of reality and change it to whatever outcome one wishes for."

Hades mumbled a curse under his breath, carefully quiet so his brother wouldn't hear it while moving away when his steps halted at the sight of Hermes wrapping his arm around you.

"What in the undead is this?!", he growled, flames shifting to a fiery orange in an instant burst of anger.

He stomped towards you, his already barely existing sense of calm completely shattered for the remainder of the day. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself to unleash his fury on that infuriating and insignificant excuse for a god, when suddenly, the same god turned and flew towards him.

"Hey H, darling, listen I just ha-"

Hades shoved him out of the way and, as he reached you, ignoring Aphrodite and Hephaestos, his slender fingers tightly gripped your wrist and he pulled you away from the party, not stopping until you both reached the gleaming golden gate.

"I'm sorry babe, this was a mistake. I don't understand why he can never gra-", Hades abruptly stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as a sudden realisation struck him, "I need to head to the Underworld!"

"What? Why? I mean I'm not overly comfortable being here but if you want to stay, I have no pro-"

Hades hushed you by pressing his finger on your lips. The warmth of his skin on yours almost made you shiver, channeling all your mental strength to not let your thoughts drift away.

"Trust me, I'll explain everything somewhen, later maybe, okay? Right, well", he winked and turned around to address the other gods, "ok guys listen, I'd love to stay. But unlike you gods lounging about up here, I regretfully have a full-time job that you, by the way, so charitably bestowed on me, Zeus. So, can't. Love to, but can't. Bye bye."

As the Lord of the Underworld placed his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to leave, he Zeus interrupted.

"Aw, Hades, don't be such a stiff. Join the celebration. You haven't even heard the big announcement yet."

"As if I'd care", Hades muttered, rolling his eyes, before finally disappearing with you.

You found yourself standing in your own bedroom, Hades taking a few steps away from you before he vanished without uttering another word. Your hands trembled slightly as the events of tonight flooded through your mind. It was already strange enough to be courted by the Ruler of the Underworld but within a few nights from your first encounter, you met the whole pantheon, two gods basically made you immortal whereas the one god you loved suddenly brought you back and left without any real explanation. Were you truly immortal now? You felt no different than earlier this evening, besides all the excitement and stress cursing through your body. And what was up with Hades? Would he even know about the nectar? Was it his plan? Did he feel that you were becoming immortal? Did he now reject you at the sudden thought of having you forever? Sudden doubts were gnawing at your heart, even though he has given you no reason to feel this way. But he was a god, and despite the nectar, you probably still felt like a mortal in his eyes. Perhaps to him, you were nothing more than a temporary amusement, easily discarded after a short while. No no no, you refused to accept this. Frustrated, you let out a groan in an attempt to push these thoughts away.

There was something between you and the Lord of the Underworld, something words couldn't explain, a warm feeling engulfing both of you as soon as you were together and you could sense that he felt it too, despite his divine nature and immense power. The affection in his eyes always made itself known. Yet the lack of an explanation bothered you but, for now, you'd put your trust in him and tried to wait patiently for him to return to you. Closing your eyes, you let out a trembling sigh and focused on a single thought, repeating it like a heartfelt prayer. Please stay by my side, please...

Hades was in the middle of hammering detailed instructions into the presumably empty heads of Pain and Panic when your prayer reached him. His voice broke off, silence filling the room as the ache in his heart took over, the sadness in your plea piercing through it like thousand daggers. The guilt of leaving you like that was already eating at him but he couldn't reveal his plan to you, not yet, if Zeus would get the idea that you had been his accomplice you'd punished, cursed or worse. Hades shook his head, he would never allow to let anyone or anything harm you, now that he found you and especially after the Fates' prophecy, he'd do anything to keep you with him.

"Uh Lord Hades?", Pain cautiously asked, exchanging nervous looks with Panic who tried to hide behind him.

His gaze shot to the two imps, his hair flaring up with a hint of orange.

"What are you two still doing here?! You have your instructions so get out of my sight before I maim you!", he screamed.

Pain and Panic shrieked, crashing into each other before scurrying out of the room. Hades slumped on his throne, groaning in frustration as he massaged his temples. They would fuck it up but, unless like all the other times, he was actually counting on it for his plan to work out. This is doomed, the thought invaded his mind, this was doomed the moment love was involved...

Chapter 6

[sonicblueartist]

Rayman x Reader

A/N: He is the Rayman from the games, there is no other choice for this story, sorry~ But you can think either romantic or platonic for this :)

I'll try to make this as fluffy as I can. My angst loving soul don't know how to write fluff lmao

Writing Rayman from the games is something else for me. In really good ways

Nothing written in this story has anything to do with games plot. I wrote it all myself ;)

Summery: We both try to escape from some weird creatures

Warnings: Intense cursing

Words: 2.6k

Masterlist

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Couldn't choose between all these moments for the gif so I added every one of them (probably gonna regret that later lol Because I no longer have any good gifs for him any more but whatever.)

Seeing Rayman angry is just a cherry on top.

I am going to post this but I feel bad for not writing fluff/comfort/pure lovely moments like I planned to, so I might write down something cute for him soon~

I really wanted to write something cartoon-ish too because, you know, Rayman is very much 'cartoon-ish', he is made for that. I guess at least I made that come true instead of a full fluff.

Also, I may have relieved my exam stress on him 👀💦

On The Run

What's happening? You don't have a clue. You only knew that Rayman ran past you in the forest ten minutes ago without even stopping to say hi, he looked really panicked too you have to say. And quickly after Rayman's hand came back, finding your own and quickly sweep away your taken aback body before the spears met with you. And, well, you were suddenly included in a chase you don't have a clue about.

You two run for your dear little lives, in the meantime dodging a few spears thrown to pierce through your guts and quickly jump behind a few bushes out of breath. Hearing angry yells and screams increasing you both held your breath in. A few seconds later all of them ran past you. You heaved a relieved sigh.

What with this all about? Well, obviously you don't have all the details but you knew someone who did. You can finally question him about all this. With a scowl you turn to face him, finding him invading your personal space, not that you minded (it was funny, really), sticking to your side desperately, maybe that's not the right word to use but he was definitely, on purpose or not, sticking to you like a little kid would do to their mother, still eyeing for any intruders. If you weren’t so angry you would find that cute. Honestly at that moment, you didn't give a fuckthought. Your blood boils in anger. You weren't mad at him. You were tired and worried. Okay, maybe your tired body turning your worry into anger a bit. But you are angry at his reckless side. How wouldn't you be? You know he did something again that bothered these people. (It could also be the fact that because all people on this planet are either crazy or whatever) But it's not like he is doing that on purpose. But he still needs to be more mindful of his surroundings.

You whisper shouted, nudging his chest with your finger, causing him to look at you, "What the fuck did you do this time Rayman?!" You panthed out with a glare. Asking nicely? What is that?

He stared at you surprised (maybe a bit hurt) and huffed out, "What do you mean this time? I didn't do anything!" He scoffed, a hand over his heart with an offended tone.

You rolled your eyes at that and glanced outside, you quickly duck seeing more of them walking past the bush. You cursed under your breath. Thankfully they were dumber than they look.

You glanced at him, "Why do they want you?" You whispered with a hiss.

He smirked, "Who knows! I mean I can't blame them. Everyone wants me!" Here he goes again, you were being dead serious and he starts joking.

You stared at him with the most dumbfounded and sour expression you ever weared, "They fucking want your guts out, you idiot! Don't start with me with those cheesy lines!”

He mushed his lips and stared at you. You stared back with a raised brow. He couldn't hold his stare much longer with how you're glaring at him and finally grumbled out defeated, hiding away from your intense stare, "Okay, okay fine! It might be... a little bit my fault."

You scoffed, "A little bit?”

"I admitted didn't I?”

"What did you do?"

He avoided you with a comedic sweat, "Ahhh…”

"Rayman. What Did You Do?”

"You're going to be so mad." He chuckled nervously.

You can't be more mad then you already are. But again, your expression softened with how actually nervous he looked about all this. You knew he felt guilty. You know him after all. You let out a long silent sigh and reached out to hold his hands, pressing your thumbs over the back of them, kind of stroking to ease him up, "Rayman, I promise I will not yell at you anymore then I already did. Just tell me. I need to know." You sounded more like reassuring yourself then him. Did you forgive him? No? You don't know what you are even forgiving him about! But you did actually soften up on him.

He didn't believe that but confessed anyway, "I uh... might... accidentally woke up a whole civilization??" He sounded unsure of himself.

You stared at him, and he stared back.

"What... the fuck?" What does that suppose to mean?

He laughed, "I said the same thing until you find me and drag me away, my divine savior~" Wasn't that the opposite?

You sighed and grabbed the bridge of your nose, "I feel like I am gonna regret asking this but... how?"

He tapped his chin, "Well, I also have no idea! I was walking around the forest a few hours ago then I found myself in the underground. I guess the ground may have shifted or the place I was standing in collapsed. Either way I find myself exploring the cave to find a way out and, well, that's how I find the burrow. And here we are!" He continued despite seeing your progressive disturbed expression, "They were really aggressive and grumpy, I think they want some kind of revenge for disturbing their sleeping ritual or something—”

You reach your hand and shut him up with a tired face, "Okay, I think that's enough information. We are gonna think of something now. We need to avoid them and find a way back to send them whatever place they come crawling from. Okay..." You muttered to yourself.

Rayman grabbed your hand off of his mouth and muttered your name.

"Not now, I am thinking.”

"But-”

You sushed him, "No, nope, sush, no talking! I don't wanna listen! Just lemme think!”

He stared at you unamused but his expression quickly changed to something nervous. He called out your name again this time a bit louder.

You groaned, rubbing your face, "Ray, What part of "be quiet" don't you understand? What do you want?! You want them to find us?!”

He choked out, "Ahh, about that…”

"Look I only wanted a peaceful day today, getting chased by a crazy herd, not what I had in mind- annnd.... They find us, didn't they?" You sighed.

He nodded, "Pretty much." Soon enough all kinds of sharp-tipped spares were extended towards from all sides. You both quickly raised your hands in the air, surrounded by them. You cursed under your breath not amused at all.

"Well, this could have gone much worse.”

You soon find yourselves in a cell, soon to be turned into a chewing toy. Surrounded by many of them readying the meal you will be in today.

"You have to jinx it, didn't you?" Before he can open his mouth again you threatened showing a rock, "If you open your mouth one more time I swear I’ll force this inside your mouth—”

He raised his hand, "Jeez, alright, alright. I am sorry! What got into you today?” He knew you wouldn't actually do that. You love him too much for that. (But, did you have it in you? Yes. Would you actually do that if he was someone else? Most definitely. Is he afraid of this fact? Absolutely. He definitely know to not underestimate you.) He couldn't help but admit that it sounded so absurd coming from you in that moment though. It also shouldn't amused him but it did.

You forced a short laugh, "What got into me? Oh, lemme think." You sarcastically mumbled, mocking him and tapped your chin as if you were thinking.

He frowned, not letting you start sorting it all out, "Okay, okay. I get it. I said sorry, didn't I? It was lame of me to even ask that. Sorry for trying to be nice.” He stuck his tongue out playfully.

"A sorry not gonna save us from becoming a MEAL OF THE DAY!!" You groaned.

He hummed and shrugged, "I wouldn't worry much. After all this isn't the first time I was imprisoned.”

You stared at him, "We saved your ass when you were imprisoned."

"Saved me?" He smirked, "If I remember correctly, which I know I am, you and Globox were also imprisoned for the sake of saving me, I am touched really. Though it was a weak plan, assuming being held captive was part of your idea~"

You grumbled grimacing, "It was Globox's idea. I didn't have anything better to do so I just followed along. BUT we did save your ass didn't we? That's what counts! Besides, I'm not seeing you having any bright ideas!!”

"Who said I didn't have any?" He grinned, noticing your pause.

You give him a face, "If you had a plan this whole time... WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO?!" God, so that’s why he has been acting so relaxed! He has always been some kind of a laid back person, but this would be too much (Not counting the fact that he knows when to strike). In fact, he should have been happy that he had a reasonable explanation for this situation because you were about to slap him hard for how careless he had been so far and how careless he had been all day.

"Calm down! It was a work in progress and now I am not gonna jinx it again. So, are you in or not?”

You give him a side glare at him and turn away.

He sighed, "Look, I am sorry. Sincerely, coming from the deepest of my heart. I really didn't mean to cause all this. It's also my fault that you are involved in my mess too. So, at least let me help to fix it, okay? You can kick my ass after this." He kind of dragged you away, yes, but it was to save you and you were thankful that he did (how wouldn't you?) but that doesn't mean he is also the one to start all these.

You heaved a sigh, and shook your head with a soft smile, "Lead the way, eggplant." You grinned seeing his little eye roll. You definitely gonna remember the last thing he said.

“I will save us. That’s a promise.” He sounded even more genuine.

“Yeah, yeah. You better be. I don’t wanna end up as a snack before bedtime. So, care to tell me the plan?”

He grinned mischievously, a determined glint in his eyes, "You will find out soon enough. You know me. It's not that complicated to figure out. Even better when you know they are not too smart to figure out."

You raised a brow not fond of him still depriving you of an explanation. But you guessed it was better to leave like that seeing those creatures still roaming all around.

Soon after your 'nice' conversations you both find yourselves tied up together in a cauldron full of water with a fire burning underneath. The creatures throwing chopped vegetables on you.

Your unamused expression hardened, "How much longer are we going to wait?" You grumbled. "They are slowly cooking us alive!"

"Yeah, I won't be a good dinner for them. You have more areas where they can chew off." You swear he was laughing behind you. You growled and hit him in the head with your own, you had no other option. Your arms were tied. "Don't start again! I'm serious! I'm starting to get worried. My feet are burning!”

He hissed in pain, "Sorry, force of habit... or maybe coping... either way..." he took a sharp breath, "My plan gonna work."

"You are not even doing anything! What kind of plan is that? Just admit already that you have no idea how we can get out of this station!”

"No, because I do. I'm just waiting for the right moment.”

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah. And I believe that. I am sure you do-- Wait a fucking moment." You hissed. You can't belive you forget about his ability, "You fucking have control all over your body! Whatever the floaty, gravity bending thing you do! You can easily get out of this rope!! They only tied our bodies, not hands or feet! Fuck! Why didn't you do something about this earlier Rayman?! Are you trying to piss me off on purpose! I swear---" Your words are stuffed inside your mouth, literally. One of the creatures got annoyed (or tired) of your talking and harshly pushed an apple in your mouth. Your eye twitched in annoyance. Rayman glanced back with a stuffed laugh. Okay, maybe you did deserve this but you are not gonna admit that. You gave him a death glare and he quickly looked away. But you still heard his stuffed snickers and feel his shaking body.

He nudges your side with his hand and your eyes quickly widen, "For your concern, ya think I would forget about something my own body capable of since forever? I already handled that. And for your nice question, like I said, I am one step ahead of you, darling~" he quickly hid the key before one of the creatures could see and cautiously examined the surroundings carefully.

He whispered, "When I came back here there was no way out of this place but the hole I fell down from. Thankfully, I was able to crawl back out but there is no sight of that hole anymore so I am gonna assume they blocked it. So there is only one option left for us to choose. What we're gonna do is, use the real door. The one I couldn't pass before. And for that we needed the key. Though one of us is gonna need to distract them while the other opens the door. Then we both escape and lock them in here, like it should have been." You're gonna kick his ass for not telling you about this sooner and made you believe that he actually didn't have any clue. Though you didn't know which one is good, his acting for the sake of the creatures (you have no idea what they are) not notice? Or him playing with you just for fun. Actually... you were happy that he did have a plan. Because it would be the worst tragicomic death in the hero's history.

His eyes widened when he felt your weight on his back... more than normally. You two were back to back forcefully pressed together yeah but... you were leaning on him? In relief? Comfort? He didn't know. But he couldn't help his lips turn into a soft smile.

"Well, I might ruin our moment here..." he trailed off. "I love hot baths as much as the next person but we should get moving. I don't think I like vegetable soup especially if we are in it.”

He felt the vibration of your laugh on his back causing his smile to widen. He glanced back at you with a smirk, his hand helping you to remove the red apple as he whinked.

"You ready to kick some little ass?" Those green creatures were nearly half of your height. You still can't believe how you two get caught that easily. You two were unprepared. But this time will be different.

You smirked, "It's always so nice to fight alongside you.”

"That's good to hear because I really needed that." He hummed as he slowly unwrapped the tight rope from around both of you, "You know, thinking our situation it's both humiliating and funny as hell. It could be our little secret. How's that sound?”

"Like heaven, and also the thought of what I can do after I get back home. Sleep all day long. Sounds good, huh?" You snickered knowing that's exactly what he will do too.

"After kicking my ass?”

You held back a laugh, "You want to be beaten up that much?” You pressed your back on his on purpose this time with a smirk.

He glanced back at you, "I think all the fighting we are gonna do here will be enough.”

"Agreed." You both jumped out of the cauldron within a fighting stance, raising up your fists.

You bawled, "Who wanna have some of these?" You showed your fists.

The creatures stood staring. Soon all screamed a war cry running towards you. You two smirked and launched.

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Morning after

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 10

Prompt: First time

Rated: E

CW: Alcohol; Dirty talk; Sexually explicit language; Nudity; One slight mention of BDSM

Tags: Established relationship; Tongue fucking (referenced); Service mouth Steve Harrington; ADHD disaster Eddie Munson; Idiots in love

Eddie wakes to sunlight tickling his nose, limbs heavy with the warm weight of sleep - the kind induced by alcohol and exhaustion.

Memories of last night's gig trickle into his mind. The packed location. Strobing lights, bodies moving to their music. Steve beaming up at him from the front row, deliciously disheveled, eyes sparkling with adoration.

It's funny. A year ago, he was hiding from an angry mob in a dilapidated boat house. Now, one interdimensional war, a near-death experience, and a lot of hush money later, not only is Corroded Coffin finally taking off. He also got himself a hot sweetheart of a boyfriend who loves tagging along to his shows and gets ridiculously turned on by his stage performance. Life is finally looking good for Eddie Munson. 

Until he turns and finds himself at the receiving end of a death glare that would even have Vecna quake in his non-existent boots. 

Eddie yelps and tries to jump to his feet, but last night's leather pants are bunched around his ankles for some reason, so he ends up face-first on the carpet, naked ass exposed to the cool morning air. 

"Ow, son of a- Stevie?" he mutters. "Everything okay?" 

Steve is still in the chair next to the bed. He's still glaring. 

"Oh, wow," he says while Eddie scrambles to his knees and tries to inconspicuously shrug out of the pants. Why do these motherfuckers have to be so tight? "You actually need to ask after what you did?" 

Eddie blinks. His nose is stinging from where it hit the carpet. 

Steve huffs and snaps his magazine shut. Eddie has a sneaking suspicion he picked it up purely for dramatic effect. 

"So you don't even remember, huh?" 

"I, erm …" Eddie says, desperately rifling through his brain for a shred of a clue. "I'm sorry, I don't-"

Steve throws the magazine. It hits the carpet with a less-than-impressive flop but it's the gesture that counts, Eddie guesses. 

"I can't believe you," Steve seethes. The chair topples as he jumps up.

"Wait, wait, wait," Eddie holds out one imploring hand. Steve stops halfway to the door and regards him with a wary look. "Lemme just …" 

He screws his eyes shut, wills himself to pull images from the blur that is his memory. 

Getting crushed in a full-body hug the moment they got off stage, Steve's arms and warmth and scent all around him. 

Celebrating the successful gig, the lingering touches and looks and smiles.

Loading the equipment into the cars, saying goodnight to the guys. 

Getting slammed against the side of the van, Steve's hands under his shirt, against the curve of his ass. Steve's tongue licking over his lips, warm and wet and eager. 

"Woah, big boy. Maybe ask before you shove that tongue down my throat?" 

Steve's smug smile as he leaned closer, voice husky and low. 

"Let's get you home… and I'll shove it somewhere else." 

Throwing himself into the car, because hoooly shit! They've tried a lot of stuff in the months they've been together, all of it great, all of it mind-blowing in fact. Eddie’s had plenty of opportunity to witness that skilled tongue at work, but this? This was gonna be a first.

He remembers nearly vibrating out of his own skin on the way home, remembers grinning like a maniac as they pulled into the driveway, Steve's hand sliding up his thigh. 

Remembers tumbling into the bedroom in a flurry of limbs and moans and kisses, toppling onto the bed, hands tearing at clothes, teeth scraping over skin …

… only then, it gets decidedly more fuzzy. 

"Um, I-" he mutters. "We were … You were gonna … and I-" 

"You fell asleep, you fucking asshat!" Steve blurts. His face is doing that thing where he loses control of his bottom lip and it gets all pouty and quivery. An adorable, flustered blush is creeping out of his shirt collar and up his jaw. "You fucking fell asleep while I was about to- Jesus Christ, I don't believe this. This has never- why are you laughing?" 

"Baby," Eddie wheezes, and by some miracle manages to stagger to his feet and shuck off his pants. "Stevie. Darling. Light of my life. You realize that this is our first fight?" 

Steve scowls at him. "Maybe. So?" 

Eddie can't help it, he breaks into laughter - full-blown, body-wrecking guffaws. "And it's because you didn't get to eat me out? Oh my God, I can't- only you, sweetheart!" 

"Fuck off," Steve grouses, but he doesn’t pull away when Eddie reaches for his hands, and the corners of his mouth are twitching the tiniest bit. The blush has reached his cheekbones. "Do you have any- I was down there, all ready to go and you started snoring! Nobody has ever fucking fallen asleep on me!" 

He's looking positively mortified now, one hand freeing itself from Eddie’s grip to run through his hair, eyes wide and confused - like a scolded puppy that doesn't understand what it did wrong. 

"Aw, honey," Eddie coos, cradles Steve's face in one hand, slots their bodies closer. He's still very much naked from the waist down and he can pinpoint the exact moment this dawns on Steve. The way he licks his lips. "I'm sorry. That gig was a lot, and I guess I just … crashed? You just make me feel so warm and safe and cared for." 

Steve hums reluctantly, but his chest swells with the praise and he doesn't protest when Eddie slots himself into his arms, starts to slowly undo his belt buckle. 

"How about you take revenge on me now? We've got all day, so … you can go for however long you want. I won't complain, and if I do … you know where we keep the gag, huh?" 

Steve's pupils blow wide.

The rest of the morning passes in a haze, but sleep has nothing to do with it. 

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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 13. just Jungwon

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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Jungwon stares blankly at his phone screen. Hundreds of scenarios running through his mind, each one crazier than the last. Why did you suddenly want to call him? Before he can delude himself further his screen lights up with your incoming call. He only gives himself a split second to smile subconsciously at your contact picture before accepting and placing the phone against his ear.  

“Hello? Y/N?”

“Yang Jungwon, I fucking hate you, you know that?” 

Jungwon sits up slightly at the sheer frustration that drips from your tone, his brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Me? What did I do? Are you okay?” 

“No. I am not okay you idiot. I miss you and your stupid face and your annoying voice. And you sending me selfies looking cute is not helping. I am trying my very best to be a responsible friend and not take up your time, why are you tempting me you dimpled freak.” 

Jungwon can’t help but burst into laughter, it was entirely absurd, the way you sounded absolutely vexed at the prospect of not being able to see him. Any hint of fatigue from studying had been replaced entirely by an ear splitting grin, his cheeks aching and warm from your admissions. His heart swelled knowing that your time apart had affected you just as much as it had been affecting him. 

“This is not funny! Stop laughing at me you dickhead. I’m gonna hang up just go back to your work,” you whine into the phone and Jungwon can almost picture your scowling face, complete with jutted lips and knit brows. 

“No, don’t hang up. I miss you too Y/N, I wanna hear your voice,” Jungwon pleads between wheezes. 

“No. You heard my voice already and you laughed at it. You lose all Y/N privileges. Get back to studying, you gotta focus,” you gripe crossly. 

“Come on, just a couple more minutes and then I’ll let you go, hm?” Jungwon asks, smiling fondly to himself when you respond with an exaggerated sigh. 

“Alright fine, I guess I can spare you a couple more minutes since you miss me so much. How are you doing, Wonnie? You tired?”

“I'm doing alright, lowkey exhausted. I would be better if I saw you more,” Jungwon admits softly, “All I see are the guys and my textbooks. So I'm kinda going crazy, hence my messages about me dying.” Jungwon huffs, leaning back in his chair to rub at his temples, the dull ache slowly returning again at the thought of his upcoming kinesiology exam. 

“Hmm.. yeah that sounds rough. Have you eaten? Maybe you need some food in your system?”

“Yeah I ate a banana earlier. Everyone in the house has been too busy to cook or go grocery shopping so we’re living off of ramen for the week. It's not too bad though, we switch up the brand so we don't get sick of it.”

Jungwon pauses at the lack of response on your end, hearing only the rustle of you moving around the room. “Y/N? You good?” 

“Yeah, I’m here Jungwon, my bad. Just grabbing a jacket and my shoes. I'm gonna head out for a bit.”

“Oh. Okay, well if you’re busy, we can hang up.” Jungwon offers half heartedly, fiddling with the edge of his papers. 

“Uh. Yeah I'm really sorry Won, I promise I was listening. It's just gonna be a bit loud where I'm going so I don't want to disturb you. I'll make it up to you okay? I missed you a lot and it was nice talking to you, really.” 

“Yeah, you're fine Y/Nnie thanks for calling, I needed it. Be safe when you're out okay? Text me if anything happens.” 

“Mhmmm I will, good luck with studying! You got this! I'll see you soon. Byeee!!” 

Jungwon draws his phone away from his ear slowly, blinking at how abruptly you had left the call. Exhaling slowly, he turns back to his desk, engrossing himself back into his studies.

It isn't until he hears the tell-tale slam of the front door that Jungwon jolts out of his trance. He slid his gaze over to his phone to see that over an hour had passed since you hung up, his screen empty of notifications. Extending his arms above his head, Jungwon stretches slowly, his muscles groaning and popping in protest. 

He’s mid stretch when he hears faint conversation in the kitchen downstairs. Jungwon cocks his head in confusion, zeroing in on the noises outside, he could almost swear that he heard a girl’s voice. Shrugging off his curiosity, Jungwon turns back to his notes, looking over the hastily scribbled diagrams and notation. 

“Jungwonie~” Sunghoon raps on his door, cracking it open to stick his head inside. His eyes bounce around the room until they land on Jungwon, crinkling in a playful smile. “I have a surprise for you~. A very very special visitor-”

Jungwon doesn't even have time to question Sunghoon before he’s pushed aside, causing the door to swing open with him. 

“Oh my god Sunghoon, move. It's just me. Why are you acting like you're fucking Oprah,” you grumble, making your way into Jungwon’s room. 

 Jungwon lights up at the sight of you, arms flying open automatically in invitation, “Y/N! What are you doing here?”. 

“Hey bestie~, a little birdie told me someone missed me,” you chuckle, accepting his hug. Jungwon uses the opportunity to pull you onto his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck happily. 

“You guys are gross. I’m the one who actually stopped her from leaving without seeing you and you can't even give me the time of day,” Sunghoon sulks, leaving with a theatrical glare, slamming the door behind him.

Jungwon tilts his head at Sunghoon’s words, looking up at you inquisitively for an explanation. 

You roll your eyes, running your fingers through his hair gently, lightly scratching at his scalp. Jungwon preens like a feline at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “I was just stopping by to drop off some proper food for you and the boys because you said all of you hadn’t eaten well. I ran into Sunghoon on your doorstep on his way out somewhere and he let me in. I wanted to just leave the food and go so I wouldn't distract you but Hoon said you’d want me to say Hi at least.”

“I can’t believe you were gonna just leave without even seeing me,” Jungwon frowns up at you accusingly, his grip on you tightening slightly. 

Your jaw ticks slightly as you struggle to justify your actions. As much as you had wanted to see Jungwon, you thought it would only make things harder. You were right. It felt wrong to act like everything was okay when it felt like your whole world was teetering on your shoulders. 

Your hands stutter slightly in their ministrations against his scalp, sliding down to rest at the nape of his neck. With his arms securely wrapped around you and the warmth of his gaze, it was so easy to be lulled into this sense of false security. 

You wanted nothing more than to spill out all of your frustrations and worries. To just cry and let Jungwon wipe your tears, and tell you everything would be okay.

No. Your whole life you’ve disillusioned yourself enough with false promises and hopes, you couldn’t guarantee anything right now. Until you spoke with your father, you had no clue of the seriousness of the whole dating situation. There was a chance that it merely a suggestion, with nothing binding you to going through with it.

You wouldn't burden Jungwon with your superficial issues, not when his eyes already drooped with fatigue, ringed with dark circles as evidence of his late nights. So you swallow back the confessions that threaten to escape from your lips, giving Jungwon an easy smirk and flicking his forehead gently. 

“Well you got to see me, so no point in sulking. I just didn’t want to take up your time, you look enough like a zombie already.” you tease softly, tracing small stars on his neck. 

“Ugh, trust me I feel worse than a zombie,” Jungwon scoffs, burying his face back into the crook of your neck, “If I have to look at another joint ligament or femur I think I’ll actually drop out and become a tik tok dancer or some shit.” 

“Aww poor baby.” You coo at Jungwon teasingly, snickering when he pinches your side in retaliation, mumbling insults against your skin. “Seriously though Jungwon, make sure to get proper rest and eat well okay? I brought some curry for you and some random dishes for the other boys. Don’t stress yourself out, you know the material, you’re gonna do amazing I know you are.”

Jungwon’s response is muffled but you can still pick apart his whispers of thanks and assent to your requests. You look down at his tucked figure fondly, resting your head against his own. 

The comfortable silence settles between the two of you, and you let yourself melt against Jungwon, exhaling deeply. Your relief is short lived as your mind soon begins to travel again towards your future with the company and Jaemin. Suddenly Jungwon’s hold feels suffocating, a slight sense of panic settling in your bones as think about the fast approaching changes to your life.

Feeling you tense up, Jungwon lifts his head, scanning your face with searching eyes. “Y/N? What's wrong?” 

Shaking your head dismissively, you smile in what you prayed was a convincing manner. “Just some company shit with my Dad that's stressing me out. I’ll tell you more once I actually know the proper details.” 

Jungwon scrutinizes you, before nodding slowly, “Okay, if you’re sure.”

You clear your throat awkwardly, shaking his arms off of you and sliding off of his lap, “I’m certain. Anyways, I should probably get going, you have to study. Enjoy the food okay?”

“What? No.” Jungwon says incredulously, your arm firmly locked in his grasp, “Stay.”

You huff exasperatedly, “Stay and do what Jungwon, you’re gonna be studying. Plus I’m tired, so I'm gonna head home and take a nap.” 

“You can nap here! Come on, I won’t get distracted by you I swear. I just want you here with me,” Jungwon pouts up at you, slumping in disappointment when you wiggle your arm free of his hold. 

"I fucking hate this cute ass man. He is the literal bane of my existence," you sigh inwardly, giving in as always. You were starting to think Jungwon had cast a spell on you, rendering you unable to refuse him. 

“Alright, fine you win. You can put the fucking pout away, I’ll stay.” You shove his head lightly, walking over to flop onto his bed, wriggling until you’re snug under his duvet. Jungwon’s comforting scent envelops you and you can’t help but inhale it slowly, already feeling the drowsiness tug at your eyelids. 

You peek at Jungwon to find him already staring back at you, a soft smile on his face as he watches you get comfortable in his bed. “What?” you ask defensively, flustering under his affectionate gaze.  “Do your work or I’m gonna leave” you threaten and Jungwon raises his hands in surrender, turning back to his work with a barely stifled smile on his face. 

It’s not long before you’re fast asleep, snoring softly into Jungwon’s pillows. Much like Jungwon, you have had numerous sleepless nights since the performance, albeit for entirely different reasons. 

It’s an hour later when Jake quietly comes into Jungwon’s room, eyes widening at the sight of you knocked out in his bed. 

“Yo, I was just coming in to say thank you to Y/N for the food. My bad, I didn’t know she was sleeping, is she good?” Jake whispers. 

Jungwon considers your slumbering form, chewing on his bottom lip in contemplation, “Yeah, I’m not sure. I can tell something’s bothering her but she’s not too keen on sharing and I didn’t want to push her. I managed to get her to stay for a bit so hopefully she gets some rest and feels up to talking about it.”

Jake looks at Jungwon’s worried demeanor, the way his eyes are trained on you and can’t help the smile that stretches across his face. “You really like her huh?” 

Startled Jungwon faces Jake with wide eyes, “Y-yeah? I mean she’s a really good friend and we just get each other you know? She's really important to me I guess,” he stammers. 

Jake snorts, shaking his head, “Yeah right, dude you know what I meant. Come on, you two are literally obsessed with each other. When are you gonna make your move bro? You never know who might try and steal her away before you even get your chance.”

“I don’t know hyung.” Jungwon pauses, his jaw clenching slightly at the thought of you with someone other than him. “I do like her a lot, maybe even more than that at this point. But I don’t want to risk anything right now you know? She’s a CEO’s daughter and I’m literally a college student worrying about midterms. I just feel like we’re at such different levels, I want to be able to take care of her,” he frowns. 

“Right now, all she’s been doing is helping me out basically, more than you guys even know. And then she did the whole makeup crew thing and now the food. I’m so so grateful for Y/N and everything she does for me. But every time, it just serves as a reminder that when it comes down to it, I’m not sure I can do the same for her. What can I possibly give her that she doesn’t have? If anything I’m dead weight, and I so badly want to be selfish and just ignore it and make her mine-” Jungwon halts as you shift slightly, he had become so absorbed in venting his feelings that he hadn’t realized his gradually increasing volume. 

Jake and Jungwon hold their breath, eyes bouncing back and forth between each other and your stirring figure before you settle down again, letting out a puff of sleep. 

Relieved, the pair exhale gratefully and Jungwon starts again, his tone lowered to a  discouraged mumble. “Anyways, I’m working on getting the confidence to actually do something. But it’s hard hyung, I’d rather be her friend forever than risk it and not have her at all. She could probably have her pick of the most successful men in Seoul, why would she pick me? I’m just Jungwon.”

“Dude, I get it. I really do. Y/N’s great and that can be daunting, but Won, there’s a reason she’s here in your bed. It’s not like she ever really tries to hide the fact that she’s whipped for you bro. If anything she’s probably holding back because you won’t let her breathe in our direction and then you go on twitter and best-friend zone her because you’re too scared to confess that you like her.” 

Jake smiles encouragingly, “She’s right in front of you Jungwon, don’t let her slip away,” with a final pat on Jungwon’s shoulder, he turns to leave. As Jake shuts the door, he spies Jungwon staring at you quietly, gently brushing away the stray hairs from your face. “Idiots in love I swear,” he laughs to himself. 

Jungwon barely registers the click of the door closing, his focus entirely on the way you lean into his fingers, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He slips his phone out of his pocket, snapping a quick picture of you swaddled in his comforters and pillows. 

As his gaze drags over your features, the slight part of your lips as you let out puffs of air, Jungwon’s mind wanders to Jake’s words. If it meant that Jungwon got to see this sight more often, maybe it was worth the risk. 

Jungwon eyes his notes and the clock, weighing the options internally. He sighs as he reaches his decision, not that he had much of a choice anyways when you and his bed looked so enticing. Truthfully, he had already resigned himself to this fate as soon as he had felt the soft flesh of your cheek against his fingers. And so, Jungwon pulls his hoodie over his head, draping it on the back of his chair. Gingerly, he slides into bed next to you, trying not to rouse you from your sleep. 

The dip in the mattress just barely tugs you from your slumber and you look up blearily at Jungwon. “Wonnie?” you slur, voice raspy from lack of use , eyes fighting to stay open.

Jungwon smiles down at you fondly, his hands slipping just under the hem of your shirt to rub soothingly against the small of your back. “Go back to sleep baby I’m right here,” he whispers softly, guiding your head back down to rest against his chest.

You're unable to muster anything but a pleased grunt in response, happily curling up against Jungwon, your legs tangling with his. In the comfort of the warmth radiating from Jungwon and the addled state of your sleep-ridden mind, your guard slips and a mumbled confession escapes your lips “Don’t wanna lose this Jungwon.”

Your words are so quiet and jumbled that Jungwon's not entirely sure he even heard them properly. He's given no chance to process them or question you before you’re sound asleep again, drooling slightly on his shirt. He mulls over your words silently, wondering if it had anything to do with what was bothering you that you refused to tell him about. 

“Why is there so much to think about,” Jungwon groans internally, “Fuck it, I give up on trying to make sense of all of this. I’m just gonna focus on passing first. I’m gonna ace my midterms and then I’m gonna figure out how to ask Y/N out without making a fool of myself.” 

With a new, steely determination set in his mind, Jungwon tugs you even closer, finally allowing himself to fully relax into your touch. He brushes a soft kiss against your forehead, making a mental note to tease you for drooling on him later. 

Jungwon’s not sure of the outcome of the changes that loom over the two of you. If he makes his move and it all goes downhill he may never have the chance to hold you like this again. But for now you're here, and having you firmly within his grasp is comforting enough to allow Jungwon’s eyes to flutter close and his mind to finally succumb to sleep. 

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[kaylaz-world-00]

Rayman x Reader

A/N: He is the Rayman from the games, there is no other choice for this story, sorry~ But you can think either romantic or platonic for this :)

I'll try to make this as fluffy as I can. My angst loving soul don't know how to write fluff lmao

Writing Rayman from the games is something else for me. In really good ways

Nothing written in this story has anything to do with games plot. I wrote it all myself ;)

Summery: We both try to escape from some weird creatures

Warnings: Intense cursing

Words: 2.6k

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Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Couldn't choose between all these moments for the gif so I added every one of them (probably gonna regret that later lol Because I no longer have any good gifs for him any more but whatever.)

Seeing Rayman angry is just a cherry on top.

I am going to post this but I feel bad for not writing fluff/comfort/pure lovely moments like I planned to, so I might write down something cute for him soon~

I really wanted to write something cartoon-ish too because, you know, Rayman is very much 'cartoon-ish', he is made for that. I guess at least I made that come true instead of a full fluff.

Also, I may have relieved my exam stress on him 👀💦

You two run for your dear little lives, in the meantime dodging a few spears thrown to pierce through your guts and quickly jump behind a few bushes out of breath. Hearing angry yells and screams increasing you both held your breath in. A few seconds later all of them ran past you. You heaved a relieved sigh.

What's happening? You don't have a clue. You only knew that Rayman ran past you in the forest ten minutes ago without even stopping to say hi, he looked really panicked too you have to say. And quickly after Rayman's hand came back, finding your own and quickly sweep away your taken aback body before the spears met with you. And, well, you were suddenly included in a chase you don't have a clue about.

What with this all about? Well, obviously you don't have all the details but you knew someone who did. You can finally question him about all this. With a scowl you turn to face him, finding him invading your personal space, not that you minded (it was funny, really), sticking to your side desperately, maybe that's not the right word to use but he was definitely, on purpose or not, sticking to you like a little kid would do to their mother, still eyeing for any intruders. If you weren’t so angry you would find that cute. Honestly at that moment, you didn't give a fuckthought. Your blood boils in anger. You weren't mad at him. You were tired and worried. Okay, maybe your tired body turning your worry into anger a bit. But you are angry at his reckless side. How wouldn't you be? You know he did something again that bothered these people. (It could also be the fact that because all people on this planet are either crazy or whatever) But it's not like he is doing that on purpose. But he still needs to be more mindful of his surroundings.

You whisper shouted, nudging his chest with your finger, causing him to look at you, "What the fuck did you do this time Rayman?!" You panthed out with a glare. Asking nicely? What is that?

He stared at you surprised (maybe a bit hurt) and huffed out, "What do you mean this time? I didn't do anything!" He scoffed, a hand over his heart with an offended tone.

You rolled your eyes at that and glanced outside, you quickly duck seeing more of them walking past the bush. You cursed under your breath. Thankfully they were dumber than they look.

You glanced at him, "Why do they want you?" You whispered with a hiss.

He smirked, "Who knows! I mean I can't blame them. Everyone wants me!" Here he goes again, you were being dead serious and he starts joking.

You stared at him with the most dumbfounded and sour expression you ever weared, "They fucking want your guts out, you idiot! Don't start with me with those cheesy lines!”

He mushed his lips and stared at you. You stared back with a raised brow. He couldn't hold his stare much longer with how you're glaring at him and finally grumbled out defeated, hiding away from your intense stare, "Okay, okay fine! It might be... a little bit my fault."

You scoffed, "A little bit?”

"I admitted didn't I?”

"What did you do?"

He avoided you with a comedic sweat, "Ahhh…”

"Rayman. What Did You Do?”

"You're going to be so mad." He chuckled nervously.

You can't be more mad then you already are. But again, your expression softened with how actually nervous he looked about all this. You knew he felt guilty. You know him after all. You let out a long silent sigh and reached out to hold his hands, pressing your thumbs over the back of them, kind of stroking to ease him up, "Rayman, I promise I will not yell at you anymore then I already did. Just tell me. I need to know." You sounded more like reassuring yourself then him. Did you forgive him? No? You don't know what you are even forgiving him about! But you did actually soften up on him.

He didn't believe that but confessed anyway, "I uh... might... accidentally woke up a whole civilization??" He sounded unsure of himself.

You stared at him, and he stared back.

"What... the fuck?" What does that suppose to mean?

He laughed, "I said the same thing until you find me and drag me away, my divine savior~" Wasn't that the opposite?

You sighed and grabbed the bridge of your nose, "I feel like I am gonna regret asking this but... how?"

He tapped his chin, "Well, I also have no idea! I was walking around the forest a few hours ago then I found myself in the underground. I guess the ground may have shifted or the place I was standing in collapsed. Either way I find myself exploring the cave to find a way out and, well, that's how I find the burrow. And here we are!" He continued despite seeing your progressive disturbed expression, "They were really aggressive and grumpy, I think they want some kind of revenge for disturbing their sleeping ritual or something—”

You reach your hand and shut him up with a tired face, "Okay, I think that's enough information. We are gonna think of something now. We need to avoid them and find a way back to send them whatever place they come crawling from. Okay..." You muttered to yourself.

Rayman grabbed your hand off of his mouth and muttered your name.

"Not now, I am thinking.”

"But-”

You sushed him, "No, nope, sush, no talking! I don't wanna listen! Just lemme think!”

He stared at you unamused but his expression quickly changed to something nervous. He called out your name again this time a bit louder.

You groaned, rubbing your face, "Ray, What part of "be quiet" don't you understand? What do you want?! You want them to find us?!”

He choked out, "Ahh, about that…”

"Look I only wanted a peaceful day today, getting chased by a crazy herd, not what I had in mind- annnd.... They find us, didn't they?" You sighed.

He nodded, "Pretty much." Soon enough all kinds of sharp-tipped spares were extended towards from all sides. You both quickly raised your hands in the air, surrounded by them. You cursed under your breath not amused at all.

"Well, this could have gone much worse.”

You soon find yourselves in a cell, soon to be turned into a chewing toy. Surrounded by many of them readying the meal you will be in today.

"You have to jinx it, didn't you?" Before he can open his mouth again you threatened showing a rock, "If you open your mouth one more time I swear I’ll force this inside your mouth—”

He raised his hand, "Jeez, alright, alright. I am sorry! What got into you today?” He knew you wouldn't actually do that. You love him too much for that. (But, did you have it in you? Yes. Would you actually do that if he was someone else? Most definitely. Is he afraid of this fact? Absolutely. He definitely know to not underestimate you.) He couldn't help but admit that it sounded so absurd coming from you in that moment though. It also shouldn't amused him but it did.

You forced a short laugh, "What got into me? Oh, lemme think." You sarcastically mumbled, mocking him and tapped your chin as if you were thinking.

He frowned, not letting you start sorting it all out, "Okay, okay. I get it. I said sorry, didn't I? It was lame of me to even ask that. Sorry for trying to be nice.” He stuck his tongue out playfully.

"A sorry not gonna save us from becoming a MEAL OF THE DAY!!" You groaned.

He hummed and shrugged, "I wouldn't worry much. After all this isn't the first time I was imprisoned.”

You stared at him, "We saved your ass when you were imprisoned."

"Saved me?" He smirked, "If I remember correctly, which I know I am, you and Globox were also imprisoned for the sake of saving me, I am touched really. Though it was a weak plan, assuming being held captive was part of your idea~"

You grumbled grimacing, "It was Globox's idea. I didn't have anything better to do so I just followed along. BUT we did save your ass didn't we? That's what counts! Besides, I'm not seeing you having any bright ideas!!”

"Who said I didn't have any?" He grinned, noticing your pause.

You give him a face, "If you had a plan this whole time... WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO?!" God, so that’s why he has been acting so relaxed! He has always been some kind of a laid back person, but this would be too much (Not counting the fact that he knows when to strike). In fact, he should have been happy that he had a reasonable explanation for this situation because you were about to slap him hard for how careless he had been so far and how careless he had been all day.

"Calm down! It was a work in progress and now I am not gonna jinx it again. So, are you in or not?”

You give him a side glare at him and turn away.

He sighed, "Look, I am sorry. Sincerely, coming from the deepest of my heart. I really didn't mean to cause all this. It's also my fault that you are involved in my mess too. So, at least let me help to fix it, okay? You can kick my ass after this." He kind of dragged you away, yes, but it was to save you and you were thankful that he did (how wouldn't you?) but that doesn't mean he is also the one to start all these.

You heaved a sigh, and shook your head with a soft smile, "Lead the way, eggplant." You grinned seeing his little eye roll. You definitely gonna remember the last thing he said.

“I will save us. That’s a promise.” He sounded even more genuine.

“Yeah, yeah. You better be. I don’t wanna end up as a snack before bedtime. So, care to tell me the plan?”

He grinned mischievously, a determined glint in his eyes, "You will find out soon enough. You know me. It's not that complicated to figure out. Even better when you know they are not too smart to figure out."

You raised a brow not fond of him still depriving you of an explanation. But you guessed it was better to leave like that seeing those creatures still roaming all around.

Soon after your 'nice' conversations you both find yourselves tied up together in a cauldron full of water with a fire burning underneath. The creatures throwing chopped vegetables on you.

Your unamused expression hardened, "How much longer are we going to wait?" You grumbled. "They are slowly cooking us alive!"

"Yeah, I won't be a good dinner for them. You have more areas where they can chew off." You swear he was laughing behind you. You growled and hit him in the head with your own, you had no other option. Your arms were tied. "Don't start again! I'm serious! I'm starting to get worried. My feet are burning!”

He hissed in pain, "Sorry, force of habit... or maybe coping... either way..." he took a sharp breath, "My plan gonna work."

"You are not even doing anything! What kind of plan is that? Just admit already that you have no idea how we can get out of this station!”

"No, because I do. I'm just waiting for the right moment.”

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah. And I believe that. I am sure you do-- Wait a fucking moment." You hissed. You can't belive you forget about his ability, "You fucking have control all over your body! Whatever the floaty, gravity bending thing you do! You can easily get out of this rope!! They only tied our bodies, not hands or feet! Fuck! Why didn't you do something about this earlier Rayman?! Are you trying to piss me off on purpose! I swear---" Your words are stuffed inside your mouth, literally. One of the creatures got annoyed (or tired) of your talking and harshly pushed an apple in your mouth. Your eye twitched in annoyance. Rayman glanced back with a stuffed laugh. Okay, maybe you did deserve this but you are not gonna admit that. You gave him a death glare and he quickly looked away. But you still heard his stuffed snickers and feel his shaking body.

He nudges your side with his hand and your eyes quickly widen, "For your concern, ya think I would forget about something my own body capable of since forever? I already handled that. And for your nice question, like I said, I am one step ahead of you, darling~" he quickly hid the key before one of the creatures could see and cautiously examined the surroundings carefully.

He whispered, "When I came back here there was no way out of this place but the hole I fell down from. Thankfully, I was able to crawl back out but there is no sight of that hole anymore so I am gonna assume they blocked it. So there is only one option left for us to choose. What we're gonna do is, use the real door. The one I couldn't pass before. And for that we needed the key. Though one of us is gonna need to distract them while the other opens the door. Then we both escape and lock them in here, like it should have been." You're gonna kick his ass for not telling you about this sooner and made you believe that he actually didn't have any clue. Though you didn't know which one is good, his acting for the sake of the creatures (you have no idea what they are) not notice? Or him playing with you just for fun. Actually... you were happy that he did have a plan. Because it would be the worst tragicomic death in the hero's history.

His eyes widened when he felt your weight on his back... more than normally. You two were back to back forcefully pressed together yeah but... you were leaning on him? In relief? Comfort? He didn't know. But he couldn't help his lips turn into a soft smile.

"Well, I might ruin our moment here..." he trailed off. "I love hot baths as much as the next person but we should get moving. I don't think I like vegetable soup especially if we are in it.”

He felt the vibration of your laugh on his back causing his smile to widen. He glanced back at you with a smirk, his hand helping you to remove the red apple as he whinked.

"You ready to kick some little ass?" Those green creatures were nearly half of your height. You still can't believe how you two get caught that easily. You two were unprepared. But this time will be different.

You smirked, "It's always so nice to fight alongside you.”

"That's good to hear because I really needed that." He hummed as he slowly unwrapped the tight rope from around both of you, "You know, thinking our situation it's both humiliating and funny as hell. It could be our little secret. How's that sound?”

"Like heaven, and also the thought of what I can do after I get back home. Sleep all day long. Sounds good, huh?" You snickered knowing that's exactly what he will do too.

"After kicking my ass?”

You held back a laugh, "You want to be beaten up that much?” You pressed your back on his on purpose this time with a smirk.

He glanced back at you, "I think all the fighting we are gonna do here will be enough.”

"Agreed." You both jumped out of the cauldron within a fighting stance, raising up your fists.

You bawled, "Who wanna have some of these?" You showed your fists.

The creatures stood staring. Soon all screamed a war cry running towards you. You two smirked and launched.

[justcallmecj]

Pact Mark Location Headcanon: Belphegor

Alright, I know it's been a bit since I last updated this series but I was really feeling the motivation after all the tiredness of school has faded so here! Also, this is the last one! I was contemplating doing special ones for Diavolo and Barbatos, so y'all tell me what you think and I can come up with some ideas. Again, under the pretext that you are together, either all the brothers or just you two, you pick! And on we go-

But of an angst warning on the last one btw

Belphegor

Across the back:

Listen, Idk why, but I love the idea of Belphie's mark manifesting as a large back tattoo.

Now, I have no clue what shape any of the pact marks would be in (other than what each brothers' symbols look like in the game, anything else can be fandom interpretation)

Regardless, I just want the mark to stretch across the back.

My main fuel for the hc is this situation:

You and Belphie napping somewhere comfortable, you laying on your stomach and him on top of you. Let's say that, for whatever reason, your back is exposed and the mark visible.

I think Belphie would find such comfort and peace in being able to see the mark and also acknowledging that, to be able to see it, you have to be truly vulnerable with him

(bc you are either shirtless, wearing something that has a hole in the back and only reaches down so far, or your shirt has ridden up and you are comfortable enough to not fix it)

And for Belphie, with everything he's done, all the bad things he's said, and how rocky your relationship was in the beginning, it's gotten better. He's fixed things, and can now cherish it all.

Also, a sleepy Belphie rubbing his hands on your back and subsequently the pact mark while indulging his sin of Sloth.

Inner thigh:

Belphie is a thigh guy, and I will die on this hill.

Whether it be for someone he's in a relationship with or platonic friends with, thighs make perfect pillows and he will use them to nap with!

And while I gave Mammon the outer thigh for his pact mark hc, I always planned the inner thigh to be saved for Belphie.

Plus, I hc so hard that where Belphie is stifled in showing affection like a normal fucking person, his tail is his greatest expression.

When in demon form, it was gently sway when he's calm, swing violently when he's angry, curl under himself when he's scared and all that other jazz.

Most importantly though, it curls around anything he is fond of. Beel is a common victim of the "oop, Belphie's tail wrapped around me, guess I can't move anymore" (bc he usually passes out soon after)

(God he is such a fucking cow cat)

And, more recently, you have also fallen victim to this random wrapping of tails. And where does Belphie's tail just so happen to natural curl around?

Your thigh, right where your pact mark rests! Funny, huh?

Neck:

And this is where the angst come in

(Now, mind you, I haven't gotten to this point in the game, so I'm not the most knowledgeable on these events. I'm just lagging in playing but I've known of all of this for a long time)

Imagine that after everything that happened. After all the fighting, the tension, the slowly growing used to each other and eventually comfortable enough to make a pact and get over what he did-

-His pact mark manifests as a ring around you neck, in the exact spot where his hands had once upon a time wrapped themselves around and squeezed you to death, watching the light leave your eyes as you took your final breath.

I can't say that this was a fun time for either of you. For you, it was almost like a phantom feeling of hands around your throat, reminding you of the what is was like in the moment.

For Belphie, it's a constant visual reminder of what he did to you, of how messed up he once thought. A reminder of the fact that it was him who took your life.

And it took a long time after that for the awkwardness to fade, for the guilty looks to taper off and become affectionate again, for Bephie to feel okay to touch you again and you to not flinch when he tried.

And after so long, you both found ways to make it a positive thing.

Belphie now loves to trace the marking when laying in bed with you, allowing his hands to be close to your neck but only to show affection and care.

And you now wear the pact mark with pride, growing comfortable in your own skin and even flaunting it off, just to show him that you've both grown and can be normal with each other again.

And neither of you could be happier.

And there is Belphie's! Just want to add, the whole 'connecting marks' thing I said in my Beel hc also applies here, I just didn't feel the need to repeat it. Again, the marks just connect somehow.

I will say it again, feel free to comment some of your own location headcanons! If you want, I can write some scenarios of either your hc or these ones.

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It Takes a Mob pt.8

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Previous

Ao3

It took all of Bill’s nerves to keep his eyes strait ahead. Lesser men would be following the boss as he paced around them. The sound of his steel toed boots clanking against the metal floor of the office.

But Bill refused to be one of those men. He has been earning his keep in Gotham’s underbelly since he made it through high school. He has went toe to toe with the bats in too many situations to let himself be scared shitless by a man he remembers meeting in pixie boots.

Red may have changed a lot since then, but he was still the same kid under all that body armor; dramatic sure, but still a good kid.

“Let me tell you guys a story. The big boss of a group of merry men decides to take a couple days off from his job.”

Marv was not keeping his cool as good. Out of the corner of his Bill could see him twitch with each turn Hood took.

“And everything is good! He gets to hang out with his family, catch up on the media read a couple books.”

It felt like a weird time to want to laugh, but Bill was finding it harm not to.

Between a dramatic monologue, a twitchy cohort and the small hands that were shoving themselves repeatedly into his armpit; Bill wasn’t surprised that he was loosing the battle.

‘This is my fucking life’

He tuned himself back in at a growl from the boss as he loomed over him.

‘Christ, what had daddy B been feeding him? he used to come up to my waist…’

“So what’s so funny Overbeck?”

“Oh nothing Boss, just the fact dat if we had really fucked up then you wouldn’t’ve pulled us to the side.”

Bill snarked as he tried to subtly discourage some nosy hands,

“I think we both know that you would’ve just gut us as a spectacle.”

“Is that so?”

“Like a bunch of pigs.”

The brief silence was thickening before the boss let out an ugly snort and let the tension release in his pose.

“Fuck all…”

“If you wanted information you could’ve skimped on the one act.”

With a graceless flop Red hood draped himself into one of the chairs and gestured for the two to do the same.

“Got to keep up the appearances, you know that Bill.”

And leaned forward as the two henchmen got comfortable.

Bill had to resist the impulse to smooth his hands down the kids back. Danny wouldn’t’ve minded if he did but it was best to keep minimal contact with the hidden protrusion less he wanted to bring them to the spotlight.

“So,”

Red asked his jaw on his knuckle,

“who found the kid?”

Bill time began to crawl as he felt the color try to leave his face.

Marv stood up with a jolt,

“What kid? Why are we bringing up kids?! Boss, you know we would never-“

“Jesus, will you sit down? I’m not accusing you of C.P. or some shit. There’s only so many things we use insulated boxes around here and I’m pretty sure Me-Mah would only be disappointed and mildly pissed if it was something food related.”

Marv caught Bill’s eyes with a panicked little glint,

‘Sometimes I forget that the big man was a detective.’

Bill tried to give a look that hopefully told the big oaf next to him to keep quiet.

‘Alright Red, we’re dancing now.’

“Yeah okay you caught us. There was a kid, we found them the other day while bar hopping.”

Red casually sat up and rolled his shoulders,

“Race, and description.”

“Young, couldn’t be any more than one. Caucasian, looks like one of the birds you know?”

“So why the fuck was I not informed about this?”

Ooh, that’s a dangerous tone. Not loose a kneecap tone but definitely toeing his patience.

The little old man in his head was taking a drag of a cigarette.

“Play it smart Bill or don’t play at all.”

He advised with a puff.

Bill remembered hearing those words a lot when he was younger.

The first time he heard them was after he got the snot beaten out of him in his first fight.

The last time was when he slung a bag over his shoulder and slammed the door on his old man’s face.

“Been thinking about the old guy a lot more than usual. Have no clue what that’s about.”

Bill huffed as he tried to mentally phrase his next words,

“Well quite simply it’s not an “you” problem boss. Listen, what happened to the kid was horrible, fuck whoever did it with the barrel of my gun, but you were taking a couple days off with family. What did you want us to do? Call you in the the middle of the night like “Eyy boss how’s the kids? Yeah well we found one of our own while you’ve been away! Yeah in the trash with no identification or contact information at all! See you next Tuesday!” What good would that have done other than pissing you off?”

Bill crossed his arms to try to hide some of the kid’s squirming. Looks like he got a little worked up as well during his lecture.

Hood let out a mechanical sigh,

“Doesn’t mean I shouldn’t’ve been informed.”

“And you would’ve,”

Bill drawled,

“Do you honestly believe we could hide something from you forever? Might has well tell me the Joker has given up a life of crime to be a hooker.”

Both of the other men choked and Bill mentally patted himself on the back.

It was hard enough as is to get any emotion out of the boss’ when he wears his crimson dome.

‘Alright Bill, distraction successful, bring it all the way home.’

“I’m just saying, it wasn’t like this was an organized crime of dumping babies. There isn’t greasy fucktard hitting in a warehouse goin’ “you know what this city needs? Traumatized garbage collectors.” This was someone making a shitty choice an’ getting away with it. The kid is safe, an’ is goin’ to be well taken care of and isn’t that what matters in the end?”

There was pause in the air after Bill finished.

For a moment it almost felt like he had gotten away with it.

“Bill?”

“Boss?”

“What’s with the jacket?”

“Fuck.” Bill did not like where this was going.

“I let myself go boss.”

A pause of disbelief filled the air as Bill tried to keep his panic off his face. Red was meeting his eyes behind his helmet, its dead stare giving a sense of deadpan as the seconds ticked by. Marv had the chair armrest in a white knuckled grip as he frantically shifted his eyes between the two.

“A little too much takeout an’ a little less cardio than the doc ordered…”

“Bill…”

“You know how it is boss-“

“Bill.”

“Yes?”

“Take off the coat.”

“Hey now-“ Bill flung himself from his seat “you’re a great guy boss but I’m not that type of worker!”

The boss was sadly was not going to let him get away with a joke.

Marv got up from his seat as Hood began to approach,

“Cut the shit Bill. I’m not mad, just need to know-.”

Whamp!

“Marv!!”

“What?!?”

The hoodlums tags part 1

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[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Thoughts S01x01 The Case Of Crystal Palace

“How is Netflix going to fuck this up?” “There’s only 8 episodes? Goddammit. How am I supposed to consume one year of time with this?” “What is this British thing? Are they trying to pull some Harry Potter shit or what?” “He’s really gotta a fist in that bag” “hello” “What’s with the fkn gas mask anyway?” It’s like WW1 dude

“That transition was fkn awesome” “ghosts huh?” “Oh yeah for sure” “That just fucked that lady’s whole year up” “So all ghosts can travel like that?” “That had to be fun to take” “Is he going to explode?” “So they’re kinda in the real world? Because ghost things? I guess so” “Please let it be Bille. Dammit” “So they all can travel through mirrors, but the characters we’ve met so far are from the same region” “What’s in her pocket?” idk dude

“What a fkn intro. It’s such a jokey intro for what seems to be a serious topic and go right back to the heavy drama” “Detective agency” “how do you advertise to ghosts?” “unhinged, eh?” “huh” “what the fuck are we watching?” “If nobody can see them fighting….” She’s the psychic lady

“Yeah that’s not going to draw attention immediately. I suppose regular people can’t see them normally” “American demon” “What are those called? A demon trap?” “are they going to smoke out?” “oh” “what the fuck” “that’s cool. I like it” “that was supposed to be funny?” “I’m going to have a really hard time with the sarcasm in this” “so she can see him? Is he visible to everyone else right now?” “I see…they do answer my questions” “she should walk around with a selfie stick. It would be a good masking trick” “they really messed with the audio a lot with this scene” “how many copies of Clue do you need?” “They can travel through mirrors! Why the fuck did they do this? I suppose the psychic lady can’t” “They really go hard on the bloom effects” “So they’re manifesting, and the other people can see them?” “Isn’t that the same thing?” “this is my kind of music” “what? I gotta watch that twice” “depends on the witch I guess” “is it the universe’s most powerful witch, Rowena?” “Mmm. Rowena doesn’t steal kids” “Is he going to pop his head through the fkn mirror or what?” “nice” “This show is pretty wild” “huh” “Is this some weird part of hell?” “selfie stick time” “I mean you gotta protect your own, right?” “We gotta go all the way back to 1916 to go to a 4:3 aspect ratio?” “You’re just another brick in the wall” “At this point, don’t bother with the mask” “I don’t quite understand the humor” It’s British

“I mean I like it, but it would be just as good without it” “you couldn’t just give him a fish and ask him the real way?” “There’s a surprising amount of VoiceOver in this” “The way they mix jokey topics with serious stuff is kinda weird” “so we’re deep-throating demons in this show too?” “you’d never leave the meat sign on at night. That light has got to take more power than the rest of the lights combined” “I want to talk to cats” “don’t bother waiting for her to explain” “really? Wtith the fkn jacket in the door and everything?” “It would be a Miata” “It’s not a car I would have expected” “what a fkn asshole” “so Crows can see ghosts then?” “uh sure let’s go with it” “were we supposed to laugh at the gulp?” “I’m still not sure on the humor” “except he’s already dead so what’s it matter?” “just throw a mirror down? Oh no she can’t” “this is how you fuck it all up” “that’s a lot of effort to not move the pots and pans around” “move your legs dude” “that was a neat trick” “I didn’t know the psychic lady could do tricks or whatever” “Where did she go?” “oh we’re all inside her mind now” laughter

“What the fuck dude” “just let them away that easy” “hit by a bus” “no bus” “oh shit” “it’s like the most wanted list or what? Ghosts they can’t find?” “that was pretty good”

[darkdemeter]

Dem Hi! I'm back with a bit of an unhinged ask here:

Im sure this doodle gives you an idea where this is going. I was just making myself some tea, and I was thinking about Lovers In Eden (i was going to listen to a song called Eastward of Eden by Amelia Day,hence the association). And Since I am a film student, a writer and i took script classes as my subject las trimester, i offer you this unhinged recap of my conspiracy theory. So LIE (Lover in Eden) introduces us to the idea that Strife killed Y/N after a bloodlust outburst,right? Well, at first i didnt think too much of it, but then the chapter ends with the four on earth, which felt a little disembodied from the prologue. Which brings me to the hipothesis which is: Strife's lover is on earth,reborn without their memories. My proof for this theory is this: 1) We know that in the darksiders universe there is such thing as a well of souls, we know they go through the kingdom of the dead to repent and then be reborn through the well. 2) you wouldntve put the line "Love slayer" if it wasnt relevant to the plot. (Writing often times includes phrasing things a certain way to hint at other things). 3) Why would you close the chapter where you did? What relevance does the fact that the four are now on earth have? Simple, Strife will find a reborn,survivor Y/N and will fall in love with them (and have a crisis once he realizes its a whole like soulmates finding eachother again situation) 4) and last (which came to me as i wrote this) if you were to center the story only on Strife and the reader without the reader being reborn, you wouldve just started it from the medieval age/wherever strife met the reader and not end with the four on earth. Of course dont gotta tell me if im right,dont want to spoil the whole fic anyways. But I felt the need to share this with you. (I genuienly felt like the pepe silvia meme). And yeah, one offshoot of all this is that maybe the reader isnt a reborn soulmate, and that the prologue could just set up this inherit guilt and fear towards love that Strife has. Until we get the next chapter, i lay in wait...scheming/lhj/hj Have a nice rest of your day and i hope you've enjoyed my unhinged ramble. -Jer. PD: i feel so silly for sending this whole thing but as a fellow writer i know theres nothing we love more than ppl theorizing about our stuff. So here you go. I hope it doest read as overbearing,i just genuienly love your stuff.

First off, I love your pepe doodle! It’s so perfect. In fact I find it so funny that I made this a little bit ago myself... (As much as I'd love to rant and such about my AUs' lore and headcanons, I made this for shits and gigs)

I absolutely adore hearing theories readers have about my fics. (Sorry this has taken FOR-EV-ER to respond to, I'm terrible with replying at times)

I also fucking LOVE that you're a film student, I think that makes this whole theory situation even better because I do tend to have a very movie-esque thought process when writing. (Blooper reel and BTS footage rent free in my head)

And I think I've got the mind stewing a bit with that recent post, Flowers From My Lover. Without hopefully giving away anything, you do have some valid and interesting points in your theories and has me going, "Oh Jer is good little detective." You get a cookie for your theory skills!

There are indeed certain key details and clues I put in on purpose and it's so interesting to see what readers pick up on. And yes, the well of souls is involved to some extent in this plotline, but not in the way you might think...

I also find your choice of the word "reborn" interesting. Very obviously and right out the gates, I will say that yes, reader is alive in this story. But it's the manner in which reader's alive and again, the reborn theory is interesting and again, possibly not in a way you're expecting. Though it seems rather simple, I will tease that there is... quite a bit more to it than what's at face value.

And I wanna tease this little clue too because it is one of my favourites: It's interesting how the fic's title has a double meaning in plain sight...

[euphorix-moon]

Playing With Fire (Pt 2)

Ellie x Fem!Reader

Part 1 Part 3

Wc: 0.9k

Synopsis: Allowing her to touch you, taste you, and satisfy your hunger seems wrong. You've done everything in your ability to resist being tempted by her since she represents the height of temptation.After all Ellie is your girlfriends best friend

A/n: Shorter than the first part but i still hope it gives off the same feels

Warning: 18+ suggestive language themes and a hint of smut

Ellie peeks over to check who's calling your phone."Who's callin you,babe ?" Ellie asks with feigned curiosity

Ellie couldn't contain her amusement when she saw the guilty look on your face, hinting at your phone. She noticed that you were unwilling to share the cause of your distress as the tension between the two of you gradually increased. Her interest was only ignited further when you shifted position, your anxious eyes reflecting in Ellie's.

Your once-soft features, which yearned for a kiss, had changed into a whirlwind of feelings you'd much rather keep to yourself. Ellie was aware that Abby was the one calling. Even though Abby had only asked Ellie that she check in on you and keep you company. Ellie felt that having you around gave her a chance to relax and divert her attention from the more sinister side of her thoughts.

She was well aware that flirting with you in this manner was inappropriate considering the nature of the two of your relationships. But you'd understand why Ellie acted this way if you knew the extent of your Abby's dishonesty.

Being roommates with Abby she hears many things that she shouldn't have.Late-night calls and whispered secrets.

You didn't have a clue about Abby's unbecoming intimacy with other people . How it stirred Ellie's frustration,especially as you lay alone in your apartment,aching for a resolution Abby can never bring. Even though Ellie doesn't show it, Ellie is utterly devoted to you. The urge to provide you with the kind of love and attention that your partner was unable to gave her no other option. Yeah maybe she shouldn't be playing with you like this , but she felt as if her actions are justified .

Ellie wants to serve the sickest parts of you and take good care of you.

Your anger and annoyance flooded your eyes, and your lips curved into a scowl. You couldn't help but ask her what she found so humorous since you couldn't believe Ellie had the nerve to pretend as like nothing was wrong. But she didn't respond; she just shook her head, ignoring what you were asking with a smug grin. Your phone buzzed with a notice from Abby, which only served to worsen your already poor attitude.

Ellie continued to look at you with her amused expression and you couldn't help but find your eyes drifting down to her biting her lips.Your mind wandered to the things Ellie could do with a simple flick of the tongue and how that little ball of sliver would feel against your clit.You forced your sight away from her mouth as she said, "You really want to know what's funny, babe?" Her lips twisted into a cocky smirk.

She started moving toward you, and as she put her fingertip on your lower lip, her eyes daring you to push her away."You are pretending as though I don't notice you squeezing your thighs whenever I touch or glance at you".

Her other hand snuck up under your shirt and lightly stroked your nipples as she said, "Acting like you some devoted girlfriend to Abby when in actuality you really wanna be my fucking slut." She started to brush her calloused thumb on your lower lip. As you inhaled heavily against her thumb's pad, you forced the lump in your throat back down.

Acting like I won't fuck you right now on this couch while you beg me to leave while I wrap my hands around your cute little throat as you scream my name. That's what i find so amusing right now.

"You're not fucking funny, you know that right ?" you muttered, feeling breathless and unbalanced. You tightly closed your eyes, trying to control the sensations racing through your body. The only sound in the room was your cell phone, the incessant noise making your pulse quicken. The thought of Ellie fucking you with Abby listening filled you with an intense longing that you could hardly stand.

 You believe that I am bothered by her calling you? Do you believe that will prevent me from getting what or who i really want? Her voice was alluring and seductive, holding a hidden passion that was just waiting to be released. The depths of her discourse, which were filled with unheard confessions and secrets, mesmerized you and made you long to be touched by her.

She says all the sultry, mouthwatering things that make your imagination run wild. Some part of you that has been pleading for want and attention gets filled by this unseemly relationship. The taboo aspect adds an intensity you can't quite put your finger on but never want to forget.

You scoffed in, "Go ahead and do it."In an effort to hide the desperate need that was visible in your stare, you scoffed in a low mutter. Your entire body yearned for her touch, for her lips, for her caresses to soothe the intense pain of your hunger.

Ellie's thumb gently touched your chin before she gently gripped it and made you look into her eyes with a grin. "Pretty, if I did everything I wanted to do, I don't think you could handle it."

I'm going to take it, whatever you have to offer me. You took a quick breath out, feeling the thrills as bite marks appeared on your neck. Your two breasts are twisted between her palms as they are wrapped over them.

 

"I'd ruin you babe"

"So ruin me"

A/n: Hope you enjoyed feedback is appreciated. I'm going to start working on part 3 so i don't leave y'all hanging

[n7punk]

"Start Your Engine" Fic Notes

SYE is done! For once something didn’t get away from me. What, it was supposed to be a one-shot? Shut up!

Playlist:

Unreleased demo (we could be the baddest losers in the world together)

Life Sux — Leah Kate

Supernatural — Transviolet

I Want Her — Georgie Harris/The Blind Truth

I Can See You (From the Vault) — Taylor Swift

GIRL ON TV — chloe morionado

Cdbaby<3 — chloe morionado

Suburban Legends (From the Vault) — Taylor Swift

Hot Child In The City — Jessica Leigh

Ruin My Life — Zolita

Fruity — chloe morionado

GLOW — SNOW WIFE

Overdrive — Gia Woods

good girls go bad — Lauren Sanderson

Your Engine — Gia Woods

Epilogue Life:

Catra does take awhile to adjust to school because it is a huge shift from her last few years of essentially doing whatever the fuck she wanted whenever (she did have a stream schedule, but it wasn’t a big deal if she canceled, or extended, or slept or ate or anything else whenever she felt like it), but even though she spends the whole first year questioning her decision, she does adjust eventually. Her friends all graduate long before she hits grad school, but Entrapta and Bow both went for a grad degree too so their life keeps following the school rhythm and it keeps her from feeling too left out. Catra does keep up with streaming even after she gets an internship with a law firm, her hours just reduce as it becomes more of the side thing she was trying to downplay it as.

Swift Wind isn’t actually 100% done until the summer after graduation, but Catra certainly doesn’t mind how long it takes, and on nights when both of them have roommates home they like to take drives out somewhere private to make out on the side of the road under the stars. Adora 100% supports her girlfriend in her weird niche and later on hypes her up a lot as the more impressive one for going through law school, which kind of blows Catra’s mind because she’s still used to thinking of herself as a loser.

Entrapta’s software does see a steady rise in usership after the introduction of Wildcat, and there are two main reasons why: 1) yes okay she specifically improved the physics for Wildcat. I’m not going to pretend that wasn’t a driving factor lol, but 2) Emily did a great job of showing off what was unique about Entrapta’s software — but people who weren’t looking for unique didn’t have much reason to pay attention to it. Wildcat showed she could make great, more “mainstream” avatars as well. She doesn’t become the #1 overnight or anything, but she does slowly become the #1 alternative to the corporate options and that’s really what she was looking for.

Catra does eventually tell Glimmer and Bow she’s Wildcat — who Glimmer likes even more than she ever did Emily — once they’re better friends, but it takes a few months. Glimmer doesn’t really suspect anything until Catra lets slip the occasional comment leading up to her revealing it because Catra is very private about her identifying info on stream — and cognizant not to tell stories involving Glimmer when she’s in chat — so she doesn’t actually have a lot of clues to get suspicious from. When she finds out she loses it, though. She eventually comes around to finding it funny, but by god for a while she would pout about it if you mentioned it. She’s mostly annoyed that Adora hid it from her, but Adora does argue that it was Catra’s life and it wasn’t really her business what she does for work. It mostly matters because Glimmer actually watches her, lol. If it wasn’t for that, she wouldn’t care.

Around the time Catra is comfortable telling Glimmer she’s finally ready to meet Adora’s moms, something she has been avoiding as long as she can because she’s terrified of the concept of Family, but obviously Mara and Light Hope are super sweet, it just still takes her a little while to get comfortable with them, but by the holidays she’s ready to experience them with Adora and her family for the first time. She never thought she would get a family along with a girlfriend, but 14 year old Catra couldn’t even conceive of the life she would have ten years later.

Chapter 1:

⦁ I’ve already talked about this a little because an anon guessed it Fast over here, but the original concept for this AU was just the neighbor thirsting stuff around the car. Catra didn’t have a job planned, but that stuff came up when it did come time to write it. I figured Adora would be in university since they were supposed to be in their early twenties, and I could have stuck Catra there too, but I liked the concept of Catra having this kind of very different life experience that made her feel a little alienated from her peers and especially contributed to her not being confident when it came to actually making a move on Adora. I don’t follow any like, VTuber vtubers, because the ones I do are people like jaidenanimations who just use an avatar of themselves and aren’t a character or anything, but a friend of a friend is super into vtubers and I hear a lot of the drama and shipping and stuff secondhand because of that. When I was getting ready to write the AU, my friend was explaining the drama about this company having a bunch of controversies with its vtubers and nearly everyone leaving, and that planted the seed of “lol wouldn’t it be funny if Catra was a vtuber in this”. And then I put in the allusions in the first chapter to stuff like gigabit internet still not thinking I was going to do it, except by the end of the second chapter I realized I was definitely going to do it, so I doubled down on it when editing chapter one to post.

⦁ Before those additions, I was kind of thinking this would be a one shot, and tbf that would have made sense with the amount of content in the first three chapters, but then I decided I wanted to shift perspective in chunks, which meant it made the most sense to make it a multi-chapter with the POV shifting by chapter even without those additions, and hey, I did manage to keep to my predicted chapter count once I decided that! For once! It totally counts.

Chapter 2:

⦁ This chapter was really short but I had to show that they were both being so incredibly stupid with their flirting when at any point one of them could have asked the other out and they would have said yes so fast the marriage proposal would be implied.

⦁ Catra lashed out a lot in school because, to be fair, her home life absolutely sucked and she had no friends and no hope for the future, so she just hated everything about school knowing it would probably add up to nothing and at least if she was a problem people were paying attention to her. Teachers might not have liked her, but they were looking at her and not hurling insults like Weaver, so that was about the best she got.

Chapter 3:

⦁ Adora was really just trying to lean over and not caring about where she put her hand because all her friends are touchy and she is too, but any touch like that from Catra would be her trying to put the moves on someone she desperately wanted to hold, so she extended that to Adora’s behavior as well. Adora doesn’t remember it at all because it wasn’t important enough to. If you asked her about it five minutes later it would take her a second to think if she had done it at all.

⦁ Scorpia and Sea Hawk aren’t exactly friends, but they did have a class together. They would wait for it to start in the closest lounge for a good half hour if not an hour beforehand so they ended up talking a lot over that semester and they still chat now when they run into each other. Scorpia only saw Mermista if she came there to be with Sea Hawk, and usually she was “too cool” for that and Sea Hawk had to come to her instead, so Scorpia really isn’t involved in Adora’s friend group at all despite the peripheral connection.

⦁ Adora stopped working on Swift Wind for two reasons: 1) she was only working on him so much for an excuse to talk to Catra (though she’ll glad for all the work she got done once it does get hot) and 2) she just felt so disappointed when she would see Catra and Catra would ignore her that it discouraged her from going out even the baseline amount she would without her.

⦁ Adora brings up hooking up with Mermista once because she, not remembering the leg touch thing, can only guess that someone mentioned her history with Mermista to Catra and she drew conclusions from partial information that was out of date and incorrect anyway.

⦁ Catra knows Mermsita doesn’t believe in marriage from Sea Hawk telling Scorpia he’d love to make the gesture of proposing but Mermista would just dump him again for it.

Chapter 4:

⦁ The valentines card was handmade because ain’t no way Weaver has even letting Catra use a printer to get something that looked “better”. Adora would have treasured it as if

⦁ When Catra is talking about hiding her face, she doesn’t get deeper into it, but it’s all about being safe. It’s not just Weaver punishing her for acting emotionally, it’s also the danger of letting someone see when she’s afraid, or in love, or anything else they can use to hurt her later.

⦁ The "go live" scene was one of the first ideas I had related to Catra being a VTuber and is one of the things that kind of convinced me to include it in the fic and then I almost forgot to write the scene lmao. The only problem with this joke is the whole thing is based around the fact the two different kinds of "live" are written the same, but that makes it hard to control which version of the word people naturally read there (especially the people who had figured out Catra was a VTuber already) so I hope the way I framed Adora's reaction to it made it clear. Catra was SO grateful Adora read it entirely wrong, but that showed her she couldn't keep it secret for much longer, but she wasn't ready to force herself through telling her either.

⦁ Okay, Roach. The cockroach thing is actually a joke I had for canon four years ago, thinking about how ways Catra talks sound like insults because that’s how she had to disguise her compliments in the Horde. That lead to the cockroach nickname for Entrapta, because seriously, thought dead twice and actually just thriving? Really? And no one in the princess alliance is really sure how to take it because Entrapta doesn’t seem bothered at all — because she understands, and she takes it as the weird compliment it is.

⦁ The black curtains are supposed to muffle sound transmission. Catra shoved her sound absorbing foam boards — which she just had leaning against the wall even months after moving in anyway — into the closet when she showed Adora the room before.

⦁ Adora doesn’t know what an OC is, so she’s just assuming that’s the name for a VTuber avatar and calls Catra’s new V that. She’ll eventually figure out how it works.

Chapter 5:

⦁ I had a lot of fun with the chapter titles in this one. I used a similar basic structure in LotD to signal when I was switching perspectives by chapter but it’s fun to heckle the characters in them.

⦁ Catra did try to pay Entrapta. Entrapta was confused. Eventually she more than paid in her back in commissions following Wildcat.

⦁ Catra was just a clerk at a random department store in the mall when a guy snagged a designer purse and tried to bolt with it. The purse cost equivalent to Catra’s entire paycheck, which she desperately needed, and her boss was within eyeshot and yelled when the man started running, so Catra just acted on instinct to protect her job and fucking tackled the guy — which is a terrible idea by the way, pretty sure they can argue that’s assault — which then knocked the purse out of his hands, so her boss ran over and grabbed it, and then the dude struggled up and she wasn’t paid enough to get punched so she just followed him as he ran out of the store to make sure he didn’t yoink something else. And then obviously her boss called mall security and they both told the whole story and like two weeks later the mall offered for a job because they were kind of stretched thin. She did like the mall security job better because she got to wander around a lot more without a boss looking over her shoulder and do a lot less (especially from a customer service perspective), but they both were a little soul-draining.

⦁ I’ll be honest Auntie Anne’s pops the fuck off. Wetzel’s Pretzel’s can suck a dick.

⦁ Catra just says “she’s colorblind” here because I thought about it and didn’t think she would casually make the distinction of “partially” within her own head right then.

⦁ Catra’s race both wasn’t a secret and was, because there were plenty of “hints”, but stuff like Emily having antenna in place of ears didn’t actually mean anything. Her viewers didn’t know they were mapped to follow Catra’s ears, they could have just been animations. People who were observant could figure it out given they don’t do the same thing every time she laughs or anything — it’s especially obvious when she moves just one ear — but it did still surprise some people when they saw her new avatar. The Wildcat in her handle didn’t really give anything away considering there’s a streamer named smallant irl and guess what, he’s not an ant lmao.

⦁ I think this literally never came up in the entire fic (only vaguely implied by Adora “moving away” when she got adopted) but neither Catra, nor Adora, nor Glimmer, nor Bow is from Bright Moon. Scorpia is local and Entrapta is from nearby (as is Glimmer), but Adora and Catra grew up like two hours away. When Adora was adopted, it was to Bright Moon’s outer skirts, so she’s kind of local now and it’s not even a day trip to go visit her moms. It is, however, long enough Catra dodges it as best she can. Anyway, Glimmer and Bow try to arrange their time visiting family to overlap so they don’t have to be apart for too long because they’re really fucking gay for each other.

Upcoming:

*clears throat*

*steps up to the mic*

Ahem.

Are you ready for Heathers’ Broadway debut?

[catchingdaydreams]

Wrong Summoning

Part 2' Peter B Parker (demon) x reader

NSFW WARNING

If someone told you that you would be spending your Saturday night summoning demons to get your rocks off you would flat out call them crazy. Telling them they've read too much smut. Now look at you. You're the crazy one, actually performing it. And fucking up too might you add.

The gluttony demon, Peter, was a character of his own. You had no clue how this whole ordeal would turn out like this. But I guess when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. And in this case when there's two horny freaks in a room together, why not let them fuck each other.

Peter laid on his knees right in front of you. He really couldn't hold still with how much energy he suddenly had from being this excited. He was too eager, too hungry for this new forged desire towards his Master. His legs buckled as he steady himself in the summoning circle. He really didn't much have room to move anyway. The salt barrier prevented him from pouching on you the moment he could see how much your body craved his. But in reality, he was a gentleman at heart, he wouldn't do anything to you unless commanded. He prefers, yerns for your soft lips to call out his name and beg him to pleasure you. Just the very thought made his half-hard cock twitch and his fangs ache out of desperation. His eyes swelled with utter devotion and curiously for you. Only you. As you fully accepted the situation that your were in. You both were going to have your fill tonight.

He swooned by your caramelized laughter, sweet voice laced playfully questioning if he was an incubus. He couldn't help tease back.

"Not sure, you know, might be one on my mother's side. Wanna find out together?" Peter jests.

Your laughter dies down, steadying your breath, Peter watches your chest rises and falls in a weazy pace. The demon couldn't pick a specific part of your body to look at though, you were just so enticing to him. God, you were just too soft and plump in all the right spots. He knew the first thing he'd do when he was free from his confines was hes gonna smother his face in those breasts. What can he say, he is boob man after all.

His view turned from your bossum to your soft lips, desperately awaiting for your response he craves so much.

And just about you were about to speak.

You nod.

....

Oh Peter didn't like that. And you could see his lightheaded disapproval quickly spread to his face. You were confused by his sudden change of expression. 'Did you do something wrong?' You thought to yourself. The unknowing expressions you had at your baffled state made Peter chuckle.While he found it funny that your mind was full of filth but mouth was full of cotton . 'He really had to spell it out to you didn't he?' He thought. Oh well, if he wanted you to beg for him, he was going to get what he wanted. With a little demonstration in order.

Peter rearranges himself, removing his knees off the floor causally spreading his legs out in front of you. His robes ride up on his thighs, giving very little to hide how his body was lusting for you. If you didn't notice his painful clothed erection before, you certainly did now. No, he wanted you to know. He was giving you a little... "incentive" to use your pretty little voice.

"Tut-tut, oh Master I thought you wanted this', he moves his hand off his thighs and gestures to his cock before he continues. "Can't fulfill ones desires unless they command it to me out loud", Peter chimes bitterly as he smiles, his fangs shine under the candles light as he slowly licks them. His hand rests above his thigh, gently rubbing it, exposing his skin further. His grin widens as he catches your gaze on his body, an audible gulp comes from your throat.

You hesitate before you spoke. "Please"

You mumbled underneath your breath.

"Please what, mmmm?" Peter coos at you to continue. But you don't. Your face is flushed with embarrassment as you look off to the side. He wonders if it can get any reder. But bit of him, deep down, he thought his teasing might be a bit too much for you. He's no incubus, nor has the powers of one. So he really couldn't feel or feed off your emotions. So he had no really clue why are you this shy all of the sudden. 'Wer-were you a virgin?' Was the first thought that he came to the conclusion. That would explain the change from eagerness to hesitation to play this type of game. Fall into carnal desire. This situation didn't give atmospheric suggestions that you'd be a brat, so there that. He wants this to be pleasurable for the both of you. And if your all shy and uncomfortable to make a move now that would a real pickle. Inexperienced or not, he would make sure that you know he could take care you. Show you as well.

"Oh your so cute when you're shy" He crooks his head to his left. You lightly gasp at his response but still don't make eye contact with the demon before you. "There's no need to be nervous about this. I am here for you. I can be whoever you want me to be tonight. Do whatever you need to, to me , to quench you thirsts. No matter how rough or soft you want it I'll be there with you all the way.

Let me cherish you my dear. Let me take care of you, all of you. God I so badly want you. Master can't you see what you do to me. Ah~ and you haven't touched me yet. My body yearns for me as yours do to mine. Please don't deny this anymore, give into your desires."

Finally, you look at him. Your eyes bore wide and bright at him. Peter confirmed it to himself, you can be reder.

"So, what would you like for this demon to do for you, my Master?" Peter asks, one last time.

"Please fuck me. I order you to Fuck me!" You desperately mewled out.

Peter instantly purred at your quick response. His voice rumbled so loudly that you thought you could feel his vibrations . Your voice was like cherbs music to his ears. His pur turned in a passive growl as he was getting ahead of himself.

'Good girl" he snarled thickly as he looked intensely at his Master. All you could do is wine to his praises, which didn't go unnoticed by him. His cock twitched, becoming uncomfortable with his confined now. He desperately wants to bury himself in your warmth. But he needed control himself, he didn't want to do anything to scare you after all.

All of the sudden, you feel a tingle on your hand. This is something you did read from the book. The back of your hand glows red as your blood rises to the surface of your skin, inking out a symbol. Your first command to demon has seal your fate, to be contracted to them until the demon has completed the order of object. And for you, you were absolutely going to get wrecked tonight. Despite how gruesome it looked, you did not feel any pain. You looked at your hand, softly grazing at the mark that had completely formed. You notice Peter has the exact same mark. It formed that of a spider yet it's abdomen was shaped as a birds-eye-view of a rose. It was pretty, like a tattoo someone could get. And just like that the contract has been binded between Master and demon.

As you glance at Peter, you notice that he's crawling to you, being way too into this, as his face flushed in smugness.

He moves ever so close to you, making his way go the edge of the salt circle. But you don't have enough time to stop him-

"ARKK!!!"

Peter jumps back, landing on his ass. Hissing, mumbling a language under his breath that you didn't recognize. He accidentally burnt himself trying to cross over the protective barrier. Blisters bubbles on his fingers. You would have panicked, but as quickly as the burn formed it was healed instantly. Weird typical demon stuff you thought.

"Oh whoopsy, got ahead of myself. Gotta release me to do that. Ah can you?" He waves for you to come over.

You get of the couch and crouch right in front of Peter. Your hand reaches towards the salt circle to swip it to the side. In the mist of it Peter grabs your hand, grazing his thumb gently over it.

"Soft" he whispered, as he got to touch you for the very first time. It was very much welcomed as you shivered pleasingly at how his rough hands felt against yours. You were so tiny compared to him, his whole hand could practically engolf yours. A familiar swelling sensation formed in your gut at your mind was too focused on his long fingers, thinking how great they would feel inside you.

You couldn't help chuckle at his eagerness. The barrier hasn't even fully disappeared and he already has his hands on you.

"Flirt" you playfully say.

"Can't help it, you're just..." Peter stops, unable to forge the correct words. His view still towards him caressing your hand. His craws just gently tickle your skin.

"Just what?" You ask, curious to know.

"Wow.." As Peter looks up to you, you were mesmerized at his soft, gently gaze. He delicately intertwines in his fingers with your hand and brings it to his lips. Peter lightly kisses your knuckles as he continues to keep his gaze at you. He trails them down your fingertips giving one last kiss before he stops.

"Kiss to make it better?" He says, flexing his own fingers out, gesturing you to return the favor to his previous burnt hands.

"It's already healed" you bark playfully.

"Mmm I don't think so" He pout, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes. But you just roll yours.

"Come on you horn dog let me get rid of the rest of this, then you can have me." You say , removing for hands from the demon, scraping away the rest of the salt. You moved it to the side, finally breaking the barrier. You wipe your hands on your clothes taking one look back at it.

"There so-Ahhh Peter !"

It was a a blur, so sudden. Peter jumped toward you, hugging you in the process. You just managed to keep your bearings from falling backwards on the floor from the sudden impact. His face nests between your breasts. Peter breaths heavily, his hot breath sends goosebumps along your skin. You weren't wearing a bra underneath your low cut tank top, making your body extra sensitive to his contact. You shiver as his ram horns rub against your sensitive nips, causing you to gasp.

"Mmmm nice a warm" He mumbles into your breasts as he tries to burry himself further into you. His body trembles as his tail wags back and forth happily. His horns kept rubbing in the same spot, making you unbearably hot and weak to his touch. A small moan whimpered out of your mouth. As much as you like this, it was a bit overstimulating that it was understimulating at the same. You try to push him off, but he practically built like a wall. He wouldn't move.

"No I live here now this is where I belong" He protests, being way too into this. His hand creeps up to gently kneed into your left breast, minding his claws. Welp , force wasn't going to work.

"I thought you wanted to eat me out? And can't do that when your suffocating I'm my tits right now." You try to coax him.

Peter stops his actions, he mumbles something but you really couldn't hear him among your boobs. It seemed he was contemplating for a sec, before removing himself off you. A toothy grin forms as he hums in approval.

"Well I am famished~."

Peter proceeds to knock the air out of you once more as he scoped you up bridle style.You squeal as he presses your body against close to his. Your face lays next to his chest, feeling hot next to his body heat.

He looks around the room trying to search for something.

"Bed?" He called.

"Down the hall" you point.

Eventually he makes it to your room, gently placing you on your bed. He craws untop of you, gazing down with lust. You can't help admire how he looked. You reach out to his face, understanding, Peter leans in to your touch, cupping your hand on his cheek. You take a big breath before you speak. "Can I kiss you?" you ask, but your voice was soft and unsure.

Peter reassures, "mmm please do so~". You move first. Leaning in to seal a kiss. His lips were soft, and you could help moan under his touch. Peter licks at your lips, causing you gasp slightly before his tongue entered. The odd texture made you quickly pull away, confused on what was in your mouth. Peter snickered at your baffled expression as his mouth was fully open, exposing his ribbed tounge, groves on each side. It looked utterly sinfull. Too close to a toy you frequently use. Peter cocks his head to the side, just as he was closeing his mouth, you smashed yours on his. Your tongue glazed his teeth before wrestle for dominance with his own. Though you never stood a chance, allowing Peter to take the lead, whispering soft praises between breaths.

Peter sucked your tongue, causing you to moan. The kiss was messy. It was hot. Your mouth stuffed with an inhuman tongue made you nearly choke from the shear size and how breathless the state he's leaving you in. You pull back first, leaving small sloppy kitten kisses before needing to take a break. But Peter was relentless. From attacking your mouth, he attacked your neck. Kissing small trails from your neck down to your coller bone. You moan out his name as he kissed your sensitive spot. Making note , Peter spent his efforts there kissing and sucking your skin, minding his sharp fangs in the process. You certainly were getting hickies from this.

In the mists of everything your top ends up in the other side of the room. How did that happen? Who knows, you weren't really focusing on that, too preoccupied by the pleasure you were receiving.

Peter stares at your supple breasts before scoffing himself in them once again. He moans under his breath as be began to suck on one while kneeling the other. His thumb rolls over your sensitive nub causing you to arch your back. You rub your thigh together, feeling the stickiness of arousal becoming more and more yearing for relief.

"Ahh Peter please" you beg. Your squirming knees Peters clothes erection causing him to grunt. He removes his hand from your breast, slowly traveling downwards, reaching into your pants.

His fingers lightly feathered your panties, teasing you in return, as he suck on the neglect tit. His teasing only annoyed you. You huffed in frustration. "Peter" you whimper out. Squirming around to gain more friction but it wasn't enough. You call out for him again, but Peter didn't notice the difference between a call and your moan, and kept up his action.

You grap a fist full of his hair and pull him off your breasts, making him look into your eyes. Peter hissed from the welcome pain, his stutter as his wings involuntarily flexed out. Now you had his attention.

"Fuck Peter just eat me out, God stop playing with my breast !"

"Hehe whoopsy" He chimed, bouncing his body on your mattress as he moves below. You help him remove your clothes, discarding them on the other side of the room. He signs, admiring your nakedness form. You slick was practically dripping out of your pussy. The inwards of your thighs glistened with your essence.

Now you feel too exposed under Peters hungery gaze. Your shaking with desire and shyness as you felt Peter breath ghosts your cunt before devouring you.

"Fuck" you cried out as your demon takes a long stride from the end of your pussy, to your lips, licking to your clit. Peter saviours your taste, his chest rumblingin in satisfaction. "You taste divine, Master" He speaks before sucking on your clit like his life depends on it. "Fuck I love this pussy!"

You buckle underneath him as you grabbed whatever was closest to you. That was in fact Peter's hair. He snarled under your touch, sending vibrations to your clit. By no means it was unwanted from him, no, he delves deeper into your heat. His fangs flare out spreading your folds as sucks. You instinctively squeeze you legs together hump his face, gaining more friction. This man didn't care if he breathes, the only thing on his mind was drinking your essence. His hands rested beneath your plumb as, giving you a hardy squeeze and earning him a choked moan in return. It wasn't long until your first orgasm crashed. You mewed so sinfully to Peter that he couldn't help grind on your bed, help easing his own arousal.

It was bliss. Your body goes slack as you cum. God it felt great. Finally after numerous times trying to get yourself off , you managed to do so now. Albeit with a bit of help from someone. As you lay back, regaining your breath back, you see Peter shift between your thighs.

You didn't even have time to come down from your high until you felt something warm meet your heat. Peter laps up your cum spilling out of your pussy, not missing any drop of it. Finally he delves his tongue right in. Your insides happily accept finally being filled, squeezing around his barbed tongue.

He couldn't take your eyes off ya as your body gave into him, the rush of lust flushed your cheeks as your breath remained heavy and uncontrolled.

Peter slowly lapped their insides, sliding across the slick groves in their wall. Your eyes were closed shut, being too focused on the feeling on another orgasm build up. But Peter wanted you to see how good he was for you.Peter voice vibrated within as he spoke giving a Yelp in repose. "Naughty Master is me eating you out not making you focus, you don't gotta do anything just let yourself go, I'll take care of you~" Peter playful grabbes a handful of his ass, giving it a forceful squeeze before smacking it. "Ah~ sorry" you gasp, opening your eyes to meet with his.

"Nawww not to worry your pretty little head. Just be a good little girl and let go~" he says with a mouth full of your pussy. He thrust his tongue in and out of you. His groves kisses your walls each time. His thumb creeps to your clit, stimulating you even further.

"AHHHH PETERRR PLEASE please let me come ,ahhHH~" you beg, on the verge of another orgasm. Tears began to form as you were on pure bliss. "Of courses gorgeous, cum for me"'. Unexpectedly you feel Peter curl his demonic tongue inside of you. You rock your body as cum once more. This time Peter gives to a break.

He pulls away, breath heavy, admiring his work abusing your pussy. Your slick was all over his mouth, dripping down to his chin. You watched as Peter wipes his faces and licks off the residue from his figures. See him clean your cum off himself made to whine. The lack of contact from him, was bothering you. Peter took notice of this shuffled beside you, resting his hand on his cheek as he laid in silence as he admired you silence. He had a warm smile on his face as his eyes were foggy with such devotion for you. You couldn't help return a smile, your chest still heaving from an out of breath experience he gave you. Looking at him it got you thinking.

This whole ordeal you really haven't touch him, actually touched him. The poor thing has been ignoring his own needs for yours. You really wanted to touch him. Peter could see your curious gaze, making him raise a brow. You started off slowly, tracing your hands over his chest, lightly adding pressure. He took the hint and laid down his back. You couldn't help but bite your lip as you gaze upon his body. Denial no more you definitely like a dad bod. You rake you nails down his chest, causing your demon to shiver. Reaching to this stomach you couldn't help but rub it. Peter blushed in embarrassment at how tender you were being to him. "Heh Master?"

You shush him, continuing to rub his belly. You laugh at how he's wearing his emotions were on his selves, as his tail wags happily. You lean into him, resting on your side, his lead lays below your chin. "Thankyou" you say to him softy, if the room wasn't bathed in silence right now Peter wouldn't have heard your whisper. This was a vulnerable moment between the two. Peter signed, clearly trying to control himself with how good he was feeling right now. Not really sexual at your touch. It was bubbly, nice and warm feeling. "Whaa? No need to-" you interject Peter, you hand slowly travels down to his happy trial, stopping your movement at his robes.

"No I think I do, you didn't have to do this, really. Like you said, I could have wished for more books, and I would have been happy for that. But you wanted to take care of me despite not being your ...well your job. It's nice. This is nice. So thank you, Peter, really."

Peter was speechless. His mouth hang open by the stock of your words. Truly you were a weird one. But in all honesty he would have this any other way.

"Plus this doesn't go away till I'm satisfied, am I right." You say looking at the bond mark you who share. Peter just nods.

Just then you delve into his robes and grab Peter's cock. He trembles at your touch, slowly jerking him off. The amount of precum from being aroused on such a state for so long make you fist him with ease. He couldn't help rut into it, matching your pace. He couldn't take his eyes off this erotic display, nearly cuming as he saw your thumb rub the precum that dribbled from his leaking tip. "Master~" he moans, delirious for release. But as soon the fun started, it quickly stopped. He whines as he is now left to fuck himself with your hand. He becomes desperate, moving more of his body in the air just to gain some type of friction has caused the bed to creek with each thrust. Tears start forming but you quickly catch them. You coo and shower him with praises. Making his brain to mush.

"Oh Peter your doing so good for me baby." You lean down and nip his ear causing him pur whiney. His wings flap and hit the bed lightly with delight.

"It's my turn to play with you~"

"Can I keep you!" he blurts out, unable to register what he just said before it's too late.

"...."

"...."

You just snort at his confession.