#but hy’s fucking adorable and I love them

[segasys]

(scheduled post since I’ll be busy these next two days, like probably a lot of other people will)

Yeah uhuh yeah, i sprouted from the ground 18 years ago or something!! 🎉

some silly things below

The sneaky bastard

[newtonsheffield]

Can I give him a high five before we go?" Edmund asked his glasses held on with little straps, his hand already stretched out pressing against the swell of her stomach for several seconds before he whispered. "High five."

No because I’m actually crying. Little Neddy is the sweetest and I love how excited he always is when his Amma is pregnant and he gets a new little uncle Greg or auntie Eddie

Oh this little Neddy would be such a sweet little bean as well.

Imagine him hanging out with his Uncle Greggy. Gregory walking around with his adorable Nephew at 18 because as it turns out: Ladies love cute babies and his nephew is a fucking cutie.

Neddy perched up on his Uncle's shoulders, with his little elbows resting on the top of Gregory's head, chin resting on his hands.

"Ready, buddy?" Gregory asks, patting his leg.

"Yup!"

"She's just up here, and what are you going to say?"

Edmund grins, "I'm going to ask her if she wants to get Ice cream with us."

"Excellent! Yes, Buddy!" Gregory puts his hand up for a high five.

"Can I get three scoops?"

Gregory sighs, "How about I get you two scoops and we stop at the cinema and get popcorn before I drop you off to Papa and Amma?"

"Deal." Neddy grins, sticking his little hand out to shake, Gregory shaking his head at his nephew, three years old and already a master manipulator.

And suddenly his heart stops, because there she is, sitting on the grass ahead of them in the middle of a picnic blanket, her straight, dark hair shining in the sunlight her brow furrowed as she jots something down in a notebook her study materials set out meticulously in front of her just the way they always were. Lucy Abernathy. The love of his fucking life.

"Showtime, Neddy Teddy, big smiles." Gregory cleared his throat. "Fit check, we look cute right? Cool?"

"Han Solo Cool."

"I have taught you so damn well! Okay, here goes." Gregory cleared his throat, raising his voice a little. "Hey, Lucy!"

She turned slowly towards him, her hair blowing lightly in the breeze, a distracted sort of smile on her face as she took him in, her eyes shining up at him. "Gregory, hey." Her smile grew as she waved up at Edmund, who was grinning down at her, waving, one of his elbows resting on Gregory's head still. "Who's your mini me?"

Gregory grinned, "This is my oldest brother's son, Edmund."

"My Papa's Anthony!" Edmund said proudly. "And my Amma's name is Katieeeeee Kat."

Lucy bit back a smile. "Well it's nice to meet you, Edmund. I'm Lucy, Your Uncle Gregory and I go to uni together."

Edmund nodded, his little legs dangling feet banging against Gregory's chest, sending his spiderman shoes flashing "Uncle Greggy told me."

Gregory winced, trying to salvage the situation with a shrug. "He's my best buddy."

"I'm Neddy!" Edmund chirped, "Edmund was my Papa's Papa and i have his name but everyone calls me Neddy. Neddy Apollo Bridgerton."

"Apollo." Lucy said a little bemusedly, still smiling kindly up at him. "That's such a special name Neddy."

Gregory shrugged again as Edmund grinned proudly, nodding. "My brother thought it sounded cool, and his wife, Kate: Literally the coolest woman I've ever met just let him have it because he wanted it so badly."

Lucy chuckled. "They sound like a cute couple."

"They're pretty great." Gregory agreed as his eyes caught with Lucy's something hanging in the air between them.

"My Amma's having a baby!" Neddy said proudly, startling Lucy.

"Oh my gosh Neddy!" Lucy gasped. "That's so special, you must be so excited!"

"Uhuh! I'm gonna be a big brother! And then me, and the new baby can have Uncle Greggy day together!" Neddy said excitedly, getting a little carried away. "He takes me to see movies, and one time, he came with me and Papa and Amma and Auntie Eddie and Uncle Goose and Auntie Hy to Disneyland with my Gramma Mary when it was my birthday, and he bought me a brand new Donald."

Fucking yes, Neddy, buddy, you are nailing it!

Lucy's smile was growing, "No way! Neddy that's amazing! How many did you turn?"

"Three!"

"Well, your Uncle Greggy's pretty cool isn't he?"

"He's the best. He's my favourite of all my uncles."

Gregory made a note to niggle his brothers about that later.

"And what are you handsome boys doing today?"

Gregory's heart stopped, his mind reeling at the word handsome

"We're getting ice cream!" Edmund crowed. "You wanna come? Uncle Greggy wouldn't mind!"

Gregory's heart was pounding in his chest as her eyes turned back to him, catching again a small smile on her face.

"I don't... Know I'm supposed to be studying."

Gregory scoffed, "As if you don't already know it all! Come on Lucy, come het ice cream with us."

"Yeah Lucy! Come get ice cream with us!" Neddy chimed in.

Lucy bit her lip considering carefully before she smiled softly. "Yeah, okay."

Gregory screamed internally, waiting for Lucy to turn her back before he gave his Nephew a high five, his heart pounding as he snatched Lucy's bag up. "I'll carry your things!"

And it kept being the best day of his life until he dropped Edmund home, an enormous bucket of popcorn from the cinema under his arm and his nephew chirped. "Amma! Uncle Greggy got me to trick a girl into being his girlfriend!"

And his sister in law spun towards him with with her eyes wide. "Uncle Greggy did what?"

[mermaidsirennikita]

Please God, I need you expertise 🙏🏻 I'm looking for HR recs where the heroine feels unlovable and the hero is constantly trying to make her understand the opposite

I hope these work--I tend to gravitate towards heroines who have like, damage that makes them feel like they can't be loved, if that makes sense? Ice queenery trauma, versus "I don't like how I look".

Melissa and The Vicar by S.M. LaViolette. Melissa is a very jaded heroine with a good bit of internalized self-loathing, and Magnus is a lovely, virginal vicar who adores her.

For My Lady's Heart by Laura Kinsale. Another one with a jaded heroine--Melanthe is a widowed princess and political power player who's seen as ruthless (for good reason). Ruck is the knight who swore himself to her thirteen years ago but is only now actually getting to know her. As he gets in touch with her more vulnerable side, he realizes that she basically doesn't think anyone can actually love her (and maybe doesn't want to admit that SHE is capable of loving people).

The Duke Redemption by Grace Callaway. The heroine was injured in an accident that left her (beautifully lol) scarred years ago. She and the hero meet at this masked orgy thing; she's gone there to lose her virginity, and he does in fact do that, only for them to find out that she owns the land he's trying to buy for his company. He's immediately like "um we're getting married" but she's QUITE resistant.

Highlander Most Wanted by Maya Banks is another one with a scarred heroine (sexual assault is also a big part of her past, so TW). Her abuser basically fucks with the wrong people, which leads to her meeting the hero (as they storm his castle). A lot of the book is very hurt/comfort, with the hero helping her recover.

Surrender to the Devil by Lorraine Heath has shades of this, I think. Frannie doesn't think she's capable of like, loving relationships due to "frigidity" (she was assaulted as a child) and Sterling is basically determined to get past her walls and make her feel loved.

Hyacinth by S.M. LaViolette. Hy very much doesn't think she herself is capable of love, and therefore doesn't think deep connections are a thing for her (which is like... so many people love you, but I get it, very human). Her affair with Sylvester is initially purely physical, but obviously, he does in fact fall in love and has to convince her of it.

[tavina-writes]

Just there to tell you that I read your post about the shizunfucking one time but I was distracted and I wasn't watching loch. Now, watching loch I really don't know why but I thought the shizunfucking happened between mei ChaoFeng and Huang Yaoshi. IDK WHY. I just looked at her and was like "yeah, she is the one". I reared your post for clarification, because I don't trust my memory. And yeah, the delusion. But now I've internalized that mei cheofeng loves Huang Yaoshi lol.

Anyway at Peach Blossom Island are all insane and I enjoy all of them.

Also, the tome of nine darkness is going to cause problems, isn't it?

HAHAHA omg no, the shizunfucker is Yang Kang's son! Yang Guo my darling baby boy who I also put on thin fucking ice so many times...

The relationship between MCF and HYS has gone through many permutations over the years and is increasingly ambiguous throughout the adaptations! Whether or not they were in romantic love has been a subject of great debate in Jin Yong fandom!

Regardless YES the Peach Blossom Island Pals are all SO insane about shifu, and I adore them for it.

:) the 9 Yin Manual... :) I wrote about evil macguffins once or twice I think. :D

[dangermousie]

CFC 200

OMG 200 chapters, and no sign of this novel coming to an end. The longer the better say I, just like Meatbun shous!

1. So gross, the org is now testing its products on teen girls who went for beauty treatments. What, cancer patients weren’t gross enough? There is NO way He Yu, whatever his mental state and issues, is working with someone who is harming children en masse.

2. I love how Meatbun manages to sneak in an indictment of how beauty industry exploits the vulnerable and pushes unhealthy narratives to make money. What Duan Wen is doing is much more evil, but he’s only ramping up the existing pathway.

3. Some poor girl who got caught in this because the boy she liked called her ugly so she went to get procedures. XQC: It’s the boy who needs to go to the doctor not her! God, every time I think I cannot love the man more.

4. Dreambreaker wants XQC work on developing an antidote and XQC is still ill and knows he should not push himself but he cannot refuse because innocent people, innocent children are being hurt. Dammmmmmmit!!!! He’s gonna exhaust himself and get sicker or even stop treatments utterly to have a sharper brain FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

5. XQC tells Chen Man he has nothing to do with He Yu anymore. He’s really just given up on HY and I don’t blame him. Frankly, much as I adore XQC, find HY compelling if not likeable and enjoy reading about their fucked up dynamics, I am genuinely not rooting for them as a couple because I do not see long term happiness and stability and a path forward there. I am sure Meatbun, being a genius, will write one and then I will be all in, but as of now, I have no idea how it will get there.

6. HY is back to his stalking self, losing his mind watching XQC and Chen Man act like a family with Ya Ya (CM gives her his coat.) Honestly, I was bored by CM but now I am all “XQC pls date him, he’s nice and sane and doesn’t commit to hurting you over and over.” And he brings him lunches and all that and I don’t normally get SLS but I do now. Like! Pick the one who treats you well, not the violent abusive headcase! It’s like I am reading the old-school romance novel. The thing is, I fully believe HY will be better in a world-ending crisis than CM and he would die to save XQC and put such superhuman efforts to protect him that it would put anything Chen Man can do to shame, but even in the world of the evil org the bulk of their lives won’t be spent in world-ending cataclysms and so you need someone who is actually good at every day, at mild triumphs and annoyances of normalcy. To quote Kitty from Georgette Heyer’s Cotillion:

“Freddy is the most truly chivalrous person imaginable! . . . and a great deal more to the purpose than all the people one was taught to revere, like Sir Lancelot, and Sir Galahad, and Young Lochinvar, and — and that kind of man! I daresay Freddy might not be a great hand at slaying dragons, but you may depend upon it none of those knight-errants would be able to rescue one from a social fix, and you must own, Meg, that one has not the smallest need of a man who can kill dragons! And as for riding off with one in the middle of a party, which I have always thought must have been extremly uncomfortable, and not at all the sort of thing one would wish to happen to one — What is the matter?”

Meg raised her head from the sofa-cushions: “He w-would say it was not at all the th-thing!”

“Very well, and why should he not?” said Kitty, refusing to share in her hostess’ unseemly mirth. “If you were to hear of such a thing’s happening, you would think it most improper, now, wouldn’t you?”

I think that what is causing me such difficulty with this ship (and I hasten to add not because it’s a Meatbun failure - she is deliberate in her writing choices. It’s actually very realistic for HY and for XQC and for their traumas and backgrounds) is because somewhere like 2ha, once Mo Ran realized his feelings, he treated CWN so well and never backslided and so you see proof of how happy and functional and warm they will be in their lives once they save the Universe and everything is over (and in Yuwu, the same is true, once Mo Xi realizes the truth of things, he doesn’t backslide, also I am sorry, Gu Mang literally stabbed him through the heart in person and went killing as a traitor, that’s a much more legit ground for complaint) but here it’s like a yo-yo back and forth and HY was a beast then he was sweet and now he’s a jerk again and so there is no stability and it makes for a high drama relationship that reads as exhausting to me. Personal preference. I want OTP against the world, not this.

7. He Yu keeps watching XQC and CM working together for months, being more and more tormented. I am wondering why he can’t go full stalker and install spying equipment because then he’d quickly find out only thing CM and XQC have between them is trying to stop HY’s boss. But I think he loses all rationality when CM is involved.

8. Apparently HY’s company is also developing an anti obedience water drug. Hmmm. It would be terrible if it got approval because who knows what effects it has or, best case scenario, it will entrench HY further as an honest businessman and thus make whatever he’s doing for Duan Wen easier. I bet this is where that excerpt Meatbun has posted comes from - HY sabotages XQC’s presentation through sex (or sex is just involved somehow) and so his drug gets approved and honestly this is all gross gross gross if my guess is correct. Leaving aside his wrecking XQC and XQC’s reputation (and XQC is wrecking his precarious health for this!), his doing this about the drug would be so wrong. I cannot think of another novel I’ve read and enjoyed so much while wanting to stab one of the protagonists for such a large portion of the novel. I am sure Meatbun will pull a reveal that will make me change my mind (she is a magician after all) but even with that, the fact that I adore a novel where so far I wanted to punch He Yu for a good quarter of its runtime is impressive! 

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Top 5 Reasons Doug’s Pretty Great

It’s hard to believe that it’s been nine years since the first episode of S1 was released. I can still remember be a wee little lass first discovering it on youtube and becoming obsessed. At the time, I had no where to play it myself, so I watched as many playthroughs as I could until my family got an xbox. 

While the first episode in this series has a lot of memorable moments, the one that always stands out in people’s memories is the moment where you’re trying to escape the drugstore as walkers pound away at the door and windows, and you realize that both Carley and Doug need your help or they’re going to die. 

But... you can only save one, and whoever you don’t help, they end up being eaten alive by walkers and you get to feel bad about it for the rest of the episode. 

I bring this up because it’s interesting to look back nine years ago and see that... well, not a lot of people saved Doug. Which is crazy, because now the stats are pretty 50/50 with Doug even having a bit of an edge over Carley. That definitely wasn’t the case back then because the stats were more along the line of 20/80.

Why? Well, the writer’s didn’t exactly do the best job of showing how great Doug is in ep1, especially compared to Carley who has more interactions with Lee and more screen time.... which is even funnier because they did actually think they did a good job and were surprised by the results after the episode’s release.

Even back then they had a habit of making imbalanced routes then denying the imbalance... something they never grew out of. 

I guess they were a little butthurt about it since Doug is a favorite among the team given that he’s actually based on a real person, Doug Tabacco, an IT guy they worked with. This got to the point where Telltale never missed an opportunity to tell everyone to #SaveDoug over Carley.

I also love that they use the Stranger to guilt trip everyone who saved Carley by having him be like, “Doug was in a worse position! >:( You only saved Carley because she was a pretty girl!!” just.... real subtle, guys haha

Now, I’ll be the first to admit that more often than not, I choose to save Carley over Doug for many reasons, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate Doug and enjoy having him around in the off chance I do save him. So I thought it’d be fun to talk about Doug as a character and why he was pretty great as a little tribute, y’know? 

5. Doug’s a pretty funny dude

Now, I wouldn’t exactly call twdg a comedy, y’know? It gets dark, then manages to get even darker at times, but if the game was nothing but doom and gloom, it’d get boring and become unenjoyable. 

While other characters do get a laugh out of me from time to time, I enjoy the humor that Doug brings to the group, even if it’s not intentional and just the way he is. 

Even from the beginning, Doug had me chuckling with the fact that this nerdy dude didn’t want to bring profanity to Lee’s ears when talking about Larry, so he’s just like “ He's kind of a dick... pardon my french,” like Doug.... it’s okay, you can call him an asshole, no one will judge hahaha.

Then there’s the biscuit scene that I think we all know and love. Helps break the tension of meeting these weirdo’s who own a dairy and are totally not suspicious or anything. 

But it’s not even just that Doug is funny, he’s also a character that gets you to crack a smile when he’s talking about something he’s passionate about, or when he’s proud of the alarm he rigged up, or when he’s being adorably awkward. 

One of my favorites is in ep3 when Lee goes to ask Doug if he has any chalk, and he goes into this spiel about charcoal-- “You know, a piece of charcoal is a suitable alternative, depending on your marking surface. Since we're on the subject, did you know that while chalk is traditionally known to be calcium carbonate, what's often used in classrooms is actually made of gypsum, thanks to favorable domestic mining conditions?”

And Lee’s response is just-- “Doug, I did not know that.”

“Happy to be of service.”

It’s just really funny... and it makes you feel better after all the implications about Doug’s mental health in the episode... like you gave him a moment to flex his knowledge and get excited about it. 

But yeah, what can I say? Doug makes me laugh and he brings a bit of light to the groups constant shitshow. 

4. Doug saved the group’s ass at the St John farm

And he did so with a laser pointer. 

I always hate it when Doug/Carley leave the group at the St Johns and remain absent for most of the episode, though I chalk that up to the writers trying to make the different routes easier on themselves, y’know? 

But, at least they come back to save the day. 

In Doug’s case, he’s not comfortable with guns like Carley is, so he’s gotta get creative when it comes to getting Lee’s attention and stopping Andy from hurting Duck and Lee. 

That’s where his fancy little laser pointer comes in. 

We first see him with it during the walk to the farm, but then see it in action after Lee escapes the barn and is nearly blinded by the light. Doug claims he was doing morse code before Lee tells him and Ben that these assholes cut off Mark’s legs and tried to feed them to the group. 

Now, here’s the thing... If Doug and Ben had done what they were told and stayed at the motor inn over night, things probably wouldn’t have turned out so good for the group. Doug is the one who shines the laser pointer in Andy’s eyes when he’s got ahold of Duck, giving Lee the advantage of attack. Without that, if Lee tried anything, he would’ve ended up like dingdong Kenny with a bullet in his side. 

Also there’s just a lot of bravery from Doug, y’know? Like as soon as he finds Lee and knows the situation, the first thing he asks is what can they do to help, and he sticks around to do what he can.... even if it is just to point a laser in someone’s eye. 

No one gives Doug enough credit for savin’ the day, y’know? And if you have any doubt, even Lee says, “I never thought a laser pointer would be the thing that saved our lives.”

3. Doug’s friendship with Lee

Speaking of Lee, his friendship with Doug is underrated. The two have chemistry and work off each other well in the scene’s they’re in. While it’s not as strong as Carley’s in ep1, saving Doug and having around in ep2 & ep3 lets you see it at it’s best, y’know? 

After Lee saves his life at the drugstore, Doug is shown to mourn Carley and asks Lee why he would pick him, lamenting that he wished he had picked her over him and you can tell that Doug feels that he owes Lee a lot for saving him. Hell, he even says as much when Lee tries to give him food in ep2-- “Why don't you keep my share today. I know I said it didn't matter why you saved me and not Carley, but... I owe you a lot more than half a day's rations."

Also, I love this one line from Kenny when you’re on bad terms with him and they’re talking about going separate ways where he’s basically like “We all know Doug’s gonna stay with you because you saved him that ONE time >:(” and on top of it being such a bitchy Kenny line, it also shows that every can see that Doug is a loyal friend to Lee and would want to stick with him where ever he decides to go. 

One thing that I think people tend to overlook, though, is how concerned Lee is with Doug’s mental health in ep3. There are implications that Doug might be suffering with depression due to the situation of the walkers, bandits harrassing and threatening them, and believing that he isn’t useful to the group, stating that he feel pretty worthless. Lee asks Clementine if he seems sad, and hell, he even talks to Lilly about it.

In fact, speaking of Clementine, Doug is real sweet with her, too. Of course, he gives her those batteries for her walkie, but he also asks about how she’s doing as they’re leaving the dairy. Hell, 8 years later, Clementine still remembers him by name and how sweet he was when fucking dingdong Lilly can’t remember his damn name. That says a lot. 

Y’all know how important Clementine is to Lee, so he wouldn’t have grown as close to Doug if he wasn’t a genuinely good person who treated Clementine with kindess. 

I dunno, there’s a lot of trust and care between the two and it’s a relationship that I truly love. I just wish we could’ve seen a bit more of it but y’know...#2 happened. 

2. Doug saved Ben’s life

Yeah, I think we all saw this coming...

Look, doesn’t matter what you think about Ben, okay? Not what we’re talkin’ about. We’re talkin’ about Doug saving Ben’s life, which unfortunately meant ending his own.

Still haven’t forgiven Lilly for this one. Though I’ve always found the difference between Doug and Carley’s death’s interesting. With Carley, Lilly intentionally kills her after Carley tells her off. But with Doug, Lilly was aiming for Ben and even when Doug pulled him out of the way, she still fired the gun... even though she didn’t have a clear shot and ended up hitting Doug. 

Then she tries to play it off like it was an accident which, yeah I guess it was but that doesn’t change that you were intending to murder this 6ft tall child. 

It’s just... I dunno, man, it’s sad. I always feel more sorrow for Doug’s death, but more anger for Carley’s? Even though both make me angry, it’s just different characters, different things that led to their deaths, different feelings. This is the first real “Fuck you, Lilly” moment for me and she can spend the next 8 years wandering around for all I can. 

Doug didn’t deserve this shit. 

But, the reason I put this at #2 because it really says a lot about Doug as a character. The second he saw Lilly aim that gun, he yanked Ben out of the way. He could’ve gone into shock, he could’ve just yelled “no!”, or he could’ve gone at Lilly instead.... but no, his first instinct was to grab Ben and move himself in front and it really fucking sucks that that’s what killed him. 

And y’know this isn’t the first time Doug has put himself in danger to save someone. I already talked about him saving everyone at the dairy, but can we not forget how he and Carley met? She was gonna get eaten by walkers then our big hero Doug came in and saved her?? Didn’t know her or anything, just saw her and her crew getting attacked and did what he could to save any survivors?? 

Like... no one talks about that because it’s so played off and never brought up again and I need everyone to remember this, okay? 

Doug selflessly putting himself in danger to help those around him? Fantastic. Beautiful. Love that.

1. Look, Doug himself is just #1. His personality, intelligence, everything.

Wow, Doug’s personality being the #1 reason he’s so great? Who woulda thought?

Well, ME woulda thought because obviously.

Listen... in case you haven’t gather this from the previous four entries, Doug is an intelligent, awkward, caring, selfless, funny, and brave man, okay? He’s likable, he tries his damnedest to pull his weight for the group, he shows actual loyalty and kindness unlike some people, and when he tends to avoid the constant Lilly and Kenny conflicts, he does his best to step in when things take a serious turn, hence the Ben situation. 

No to mention the dude is smart. 

I mean, he really took a random remote and was like, “Oh it’s universal, let me just program it to work on ALL the random TV’s across the street as a way to distract these walkers!” like dude.... you just know how to do that, huh? 

Or his fun little bell trap that alerts the groups of strangers and walkers? Oh, and remember when he fixed the RV by hitting it with a fucking hammer and was like “It works now, drive!” 

And have I mentioned that he bested Andy St John with a goddamn laser pointer?? 

Oh, also wanna add that I really like his voice acting, as well. He’s voiced by Sam Joan, who does a good job at selling Doug’s soft-spoken but intelligent nature, and knows how to pull off “dorky” when needed... and I mean that in a good way, when he’s talking about charcoal Doug is being a dork and I love him.

I mean... what else is there to say?

All that’s left to do is pull a Telltale and--

#SaveDoug

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Honorable Mentions

-Doug is a pie guy, going off of that time he named all the different kinds of pie he could thing of and I feel that.  -He’s a very fashionable person. I want that weird polar bear deer thing shirt he wears in ep1.  -also, you can’t go wrong with socks and sandals, my dude.  -He had a crush on Carley and honestly, I feel that, too. 

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There it is, there’s my whole thing about Doug. What are your thoughts? When it comes to that choice in ep1 of s1, do you save Doug or do you save Carley? Do you agree or disagree with any of my choices for this list? Or have anything to add? I’m always down to chat.

Have any suggestions for future T5F’s? Feel free to send ‘em in! :D

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Next week’s T5F

[emptysatellite]

breaking and entering according to hy + gar-bear

Ao3

one.

“This is a horrible idea.”

“No, it’s genius.”

Hyacinth was skipping ahead in the moonlit field while Gareth just mopped in amazement. It was midnight and they were at the one place they shouldn’t be; Clair House.

They were only there because of that stupid journal Hyacinth was translating. Gareth’s grandmother, Isabella, had written it throughout her entire marriage, when she moved to England with her new husband. The journal was written in Italian, a language Gareth couldn’t understand in the slightest, leaving Hyacinth to translate for him (although, as she made clear, she was not fluent). Most of the entries centered around Isabella’s daily life, but Hyacinth discovered a secret; a little while before her death, Isabella hid diamond jewelry in the house so her money hungry and gambling-obsessed son couldn’t sell them.

Once Hyacinth found this out, she rushed to Gareth’s, demanding they go to his father’s property at once. Lucky for them, Mr. St. Clair was out of town on a hunting trip, leaving the house completely empty.

“Hyacinth,” he attempted to reason with her, “we could get in trouble for this. Like real, legal trouble. Trespassing and breaking and entering are crimes.”

“Good thing my brother’s a lawyer. Anthony would defend us, no questions asked,” she retorted, hiding behind a tree to get a good look at the dark house.

“I think there would be lots of questions asked, Hyacinth. Lots of questions asked,” he leaned against a nearby tree, although completely in sight of any passerbys.

“I don’t think so. I’m Anthony’s favorite sister.”

“I don’t think that matters in the court of law… Aren’t you studying law? Shouldn’t you know this?”

“I’m studying politics and international relations, actually,” she tore herself away from the tree, strolling closer to the house. “Do you have a key to this place?”

“No.”

“What? Why not?” she froze in place.

“I don’t live here, why would I have a key?”

“I don’t know, you used to live here so I just assumed,” Hyacinth whisper-yelled, turning back to him. She gave Gareth a pointed look, “how are we supposed to break in if we don’t have a key?”

“We could break a window like they do in all those karate movies.”

“This isn’t a karate movie, Gareth! Besides, we can’t break a window; the neighbors might hear something and call the cops!”

“Like the neighbors wouldn’t call the police if they saw two suspicious individuals go through the front door when they know my dad lives alone and is out of town.”

Groaning, she said, “well, do you know anyone we could get a key from?”

“My grandmother, maybe?” he suggested, his calm exterior crumbling upon meeting her angry gaze.

“Professor D?” she demanded.

“I’m sure. She has a collection of keys from homes and apartments she doesn’t live in.”

“Perfect,” Hyacinth gave him a wide smile of pearly white teeth. “I’ll call her tomorrow morning and get the keys by lunch so that we can both come back at nightfall.”

“Aren’t we going on a date tomorrow night?” asked Gareth.

“Oh right! Well, we’ll come here after our date, then.”

There was no point arguing; when Hyacinth’s mind was made up there was no use debating it. They’d be back tomorrow, no doubt in Gareth’s mind.

two.

“God, I love your grandmother.”

“More than me, apparently.”

“Oh, knock it off,” Hyacinth gave Gareth a light shove, playing with Professor Danbury’s key to Clair House in her free hand.

“I wore the cologne you like to dinner and you still wanted to come here to find some stupid diamonds instead of back to my apartment,” he replied.

“Okay, well, three things. First, diamonds are not stupid, they’re my best friends. Second, I love the cologne you wore to dinner, it smells so Gar-bear St. Clair. And third, I still want to go back to your apartment, but when we get the diamonds,” she explained, taking a tangle of manila rope out of her bookbag, with a (seemingly) heavy rock tied to an end.

Her whole statement was questionable. Gareth barely knew how to respond. “Gar-bear?” is what he finally managed. “What is that ?”

Hyacinth laughed, covering her mouth with her hand in order not to wake the neighbors. “It’s your nickname,” she said at last. “Isn’t it cute? I think so. I came up with it last night, when I was making this!”

She pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of the pocket of her leather jacket. “Read it and weep,” she thrust it into his hands.

“ Breaking and entering according to Hy and Gar-bear? ” he demanded. “What the fuck , Hyacinth?”

“I’ve done loads of research on breaking into houses. I’m practically an expert,” Hyacinth replied, throwing the rope up onto the balcony with a huff. “I just thought I should add your name too, even though you didn’t contribute because we’re partners. Get it? We’re partners in crime .”

“Har-har,” his response was much more sarcastic than intended, “disrupting the peace is so funny.”

“We’re not disrupting the peace,” Hyacinth rolled her eyes. She added, “I can’t believe I’m stuck with you.”

“For better or worse.”

“Little early to be saying that, don’t you think, Bud?”

“Nope, your face is adorable.”

“Damn, you know flattery gets you everywhere with me.”

“I know.”

“Climb up the rope.”

“Wait, what?” he was shaken out of the blind flirtation. “You want me to climb that?”

“Of course,” said Hyacinth. “That’s why I brought it. I thought you’d be too wuss to scale the building, so I thought the rope might help.”

“Is it even secure?” Gareth asked, glancing upwards, for any sign (or omen) he should not pull himself up the rope because it was a risk to his health. “Like, will that rock support our weight?”

“Yes; I wouldn’t tell you to do something if I didn’t think it was safe. And the rock should support us… I tried like five other rocks before picking this one.”

“You’ve… already tried this?”

“Obviously.”

“How heavy is the rock?”

“Not sure.”

“Why are we climbing up to the balcony, anyway?”

“To go through the balcony door. Duh.”

“Why can’t we just go through the side door. No one would see us.”

“No one would see us go through the balcony door, either.”

“But going through the balcony door seems more complicated.”

“You know, we’re spending all this time arguing when you could just climb the damn rope and we could find the damn diamonds.”

“No.”

“Do you want me to go first?”

“Yes, that would make me feel better.”

Without another word, Hyacinth caught the rope, pulling herself up in a way that vividly reminded Gareth of secondary school physical education class. Still, she made it to the balcony.

“See, it’s totally safe!” she called down. “Now, come on.”

“I don’t know, I’m still nervous, Hy!” he replied.

“I’m holding the rope tight,” promised Hyacinth, “I won’t drop it!”

“If you drop it, we’re breaking up and I’m suing you.”

“Noted. I won’t drop you.”

And she didn’t. Gareth was able to scamper up the rope safely to see Hyacinth’s wide grin at the top.

“I told you that’d you’d be fine,” she said.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved a hand dismissively. “You wanna do the honors?”

Hyacinth nodded, taking the key out of her pocket. Carefully, she put it in the deadbolt, twisting it unlocked, then doing the same with the door lever. “Aha!��� she exclaimed, opening the windowed door. “It worked!”

three.

“Old Dicky may be an arsehole, but he has good taste in books.”

“Never once in my whole childhood did I ever see Richard in the library.”

“Well, then Grandpa St. Clair had good taste in books.”

“Right-o.”

“Hm,” Hyacinth ran her fingers along the book spines. “So much Shakespeare.”

“God, I hate Shakespeare,” said Gareth, fumbling with his flashlight.

“Literally stop. We’re breaking up. Right now,” she replied, turning her nose up. She sneezed.

“Bless you.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“I have dust allergies, just so you know.”

“Good to know.”

“Now, Isabella wrote that the diamonds ―or another set of clues that will lead us to the diamonds―should be in the place where the imagination can run wild,” Hyacinth said, “so I assumed it was the library. What do you think?”

“It could also be the nursery,” suggested Gareth, “because my brother and I would play there all the time; I assume Dick and Uncle Ed would have done the same.”

“That’s true,” she scribbled a note on her arm. “We’ll check the nursery after we finish here.”

“Hyacinth?”

“Yes?”

“It’s going to take us forever to go through here,” Gareth said, spreading his arms for dramatic effect.

Hyacinth seemed to think on this for a brief moment, tapping her marker against her chin. “Hm,” she finally replied, “it won’t take forever if we get started now.”

“Capital plan,” he commented, rolling his eyes.

“I know right,” she retorted. “Besides, even if we tear this room up, we can just leave it; we’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, too?”

“Of course. We’re not resting until we find these damn diamonds.”

“Dick is coming home in less than a week.”

“We’ll just have to be very thorough and efficient then,” she replied. “Now, do we want to start by ripping the books off of their shelves? Or go through all the drawers and cabinets by the desk?”

“I’ll do the desk and you do the shelves.”

“Works with me.”

They went to work, flashlights glowing in the dark library. They didn’t talk, concentration ruling their motions.

“I think I found something!” Hyacinth called, after less than an hour of searching.

“What?” Gareth replied, looking up from the stack of dust-covered papers he was flipping through.

“Hold on, I’m translating,” she paused. She looked up at him, saying, “basically, the hint is that the diamonds are in a washroom.”

“There are five washrooms in this house!” he groaned, collapsing onto the nearest chair.

and four.

“We’re literally going to jail. We’re going to spend the night ―and probably quite a few nights―in jail! ”

“It’s okay, Anthony will defend us in court. Simon will too, I’m sure; I’m his favorite sister-in-law. He got me a miniature pony for my sixteenth birthday, you know.”

“Hyacinth, I’m glad you and Simon and Anthony have good relationships, but we’re still going to jail! ”

“Lower your voice, you’ll upset the cop,” Hyacinth shushed Gareth, placing a finger on his lips.

“I think the cop is already upset,” he replied, grumpily, “because he just arrested us for breaking into my father’s mansion and we didn’t even find the diamonds.”

“Okay, to start, Richard is not your father ―” she started, waving her hand dismissively.

“Believe me, he’s made that clear―” Gareth interrupted.

“But Edward is.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Edward is your dad.”

“Edward? As in my uncle Edward ?” demanded Gareth.

“No, as in your dad Edward,” Hyacinth replied.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course I am.”

“Uncle Ed was my dad?”

“Yes, didn’t you hear what I said?”

“I did,” he breathed in amazement, “I just―it’s hard to believe.”

“You can come to therapy with me, if you want,” Hyacinth suggested. “I have my weekly sessions on Wednesdays.”

“Honestly, I might have to take you up on that offer…”

“There’s no shame in it. My therapist is the best, I’ve been working with her for years.”

“Nice, nice.”

“Oh! I forgot to add,” she reached into her jacket, pulling a trinket ―no not a trinket, a necklace, bracelet, and set of earrings―out of her pocket, “we did find the diamonds.”

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Gareth.

“Shh, the cop will hear,” she mumbled, untangling the jewelry from one another.

“I just… Hy, you’re amazing!”

“I know,” she flipped her hair with her free hand, “I’m told all the time.”

“Where did you find it?”

“In Clair House. Duh.”

“No, I meant , where in Clair House?”

“Under a floorboard in the nursery washroom. When we split up and you were in the master washroom.”

“We’re here, hooligans,” the policeman peered at the couple through the rearview mirror.

Hyacinth locked eyes with Gareth, slowly putting the diamond jewelry back into her jacket. She smiled at him and he returned a favor.

Still, they spent the night in jail.

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netflix shadow and bone s1 e5 pt3: peak darklina

the first kiss scene Alina is so beautiful Her little smile as she picks up his kefta after he hears him call out for Ivan to get it like ooh I'm gonna play a little trick on Alek Her making him smile with a joke that's not even funny The tentativeness of it all, them tiptoeing around each other, testing the boundaries Him being taken aback by her offering to help him put on his kefta but still wanting her to and immediately resorting to business voice asking questions about official sun summoner stuff And putting on his serious business face him trying to explain away the gloves by calling them a safeguard, not a sign of him not trusting her abilities the face he makes after saying spectacle either depicting his distaste for the showiness of the event or depicting his embarrassment at how he phrased the sentence, like what the fuck did I just say (more likely the first one) Her quickly turning around and walking away after the eye contact makes her realise how close they are and him pulling a puzzled look as she does so Just. Just how adorable the energy is. Both of them making jokes to diffuse the tension, her gripping the table to maybe steady or calm herself, the looks they give to each other as if engaged in a delicate dance; god-like Him straight up just blinking and looking down and gulping as she says 'we can offer Grisha and Ravkans hope' (could be multiple things he's thinking at this point, and all of them interest me) 'That means a lot to me, Alina.' *her turning to look at his face* 'You mean a lot...' *her immediately lowering her gaze and tracing where her mal scar used to be lmao* 'to everyone' *her raising her gaze to him again* The music swelling as she walks up to him, her barely grazing her fingers against his collar, his eyes looking across hers as if in disbelief, her looking at his lips, and then her closing the gap between them. Him being a little stiff, indubitably from being shocked, and yet giving into it almost instinctively as if he can't help it. The violin coming in powerfully yet softly to emphasize the tenderness of it all. This thing has been made with so much love and I can't contain myself about it. Him opening his eyes half a second after Alina, almost as if waking up from a dream and then, following a relaxing of his facial muscles as he clearly regains his composure, immediately looking inscrutable. Her doubting herself, not losing eye contact as he stands up from the desk, but her sudden fear, regret, and embarrassment clear on her face. Her sides of her lips slowly rising giving way his own self mirroring her and breaking into smile and composing himself and breaking into smile again before saying 'Not many people surprise me, Miss Starkov'. Her now fully breaking out into a smile, her face a picture of unguarded joy, she looks down only to have his gaze follow her face. Both of them giddy in the other's presence and the audience can feel it. It feels like he is leaning in for another one when the sound of the door opening makes them spring apart, regaining their composures and standing at a respectable distance from each other. Her poorly suppressing a smile, him looking at her visibly, her mimicking him with a glance out of her periphery, causing her to give in to her smile completely. Him looking visibly distracted as he attempts to pay attention to whoever came into the room. the Jesper of it all Jesper the mega idiot not being able to control his face from doing a thing as he realises the person who caught him where he wasn't supposed to be is the same person he was making sexy eyes at before and yet regaining his composure in record time The poor stable hand actually being interested in Jesper and being adorable with Jesper just being like charm itself Can you believe looking at Jesper Llewellyn Fahey in the flesh and having him make sexy eyes at you and then forgetting about it? Because I simply cannot. The line about light role play? Felt a little not right. GO OFF STABLE HAND WHO PUSHED JESPER AGAINST A WALL AND KISSED HIM, HE LITERALLY SAID IM POPPING OFF AND

THEN HE DID Zoya Zoya saying fuck off to the random racist comment made by one of the guests, but she was racist to Alina herself? (I mean South Asian-East Asian hate is not uncommon so idk) David omg the cutie pie adjusting his hair at the fete HEARTRENDER FUCKING HUSBANDS Fedyor insisting on Ivan eating the sweet and Ivan's solemn head shake like no babe im on a diet and Fedyor being like heart eyes please eat the sweet my love and then Fedyor holding Ivan's face to make him nibble off a corner and Ivan's face splitting into a reluctant grin Kaz the actor Seeing Kaz the actor instead of Kaz the master of trickery and plans is an interesting thing Kanej being Kanej cute banter interaction, would recommend, 10/10 hints at Arken being sus The look Kaz gives Arken when Arken leaves, I really should have known, I was simply being a clown Darkling and the dumb royalty We love the Darkling suppressing his anger at these otkazat'sya rulers dissing the grisha and the little palace Alina's entrance The soft hum that we hear when Alina enters but we don't see her face Alina's adorable peeking The Darkling's expression changing despite being done af with these mfers and instantaneously on catching a glimpse of Alina, she really has that power huh He really made it look like his pupils dilated and who knows maybe they did Him trying to call her out for not following protocol but him melting and saying 'you look lovely, by the way' Her saying 'you look like you needed saving' I can't breathe you're so cool ballroom at the little palace I must confess I expected the ballroom of the winter fete to be bigger

GENYADAVID looking at each other and pretending not to look at each other, my fucking heart Kanej being Kanej Kaz implying they're gonna try to trick the people into thinking that the fake sun summoner is real and Inej being done with his shit Alina's demonstration HER NAME IS ALINA STARKOV yes mfer The way people back away as he steps, god the power of this man Inej looking at Kaz omfg Okay him clapping the darkness into the room was cool af I love the shadow summoning effects so fucking much The first bit of light that Alina summons lighting up the gold parts of her black kefta, absolute perfection Alina just enjoying her power and then looking to Alek, his lips parting when she does Aw Fedyor looking at Ivan in a I told you she could do it way Genya and Fedyor exchanging glances as Alina besties THE CROWD SAYING SANKTA ALINA INEJ SAYING SANKTA ALINA WITH HALF A TEAR IN HER EYE DAMN THIS IS POWERFUL Jesper and Dima IMMEDIATELY TRANSITIONING TO JESPER SAYING 'SAINTS' AS A NAKED STABLE BOY GETS OFF OF HIM AGAHSJSJSJKS I CAN'T IM CACKLING AT THE AUDACITY OF THIS SHOW HOW ARE THEY SO PERFECT (his name's dima btw) Poor fucking Dima getting frightening orders from his superior as his hookup sneaks out with horses that are definitely not his Arken the little shit Ah Arken why'd you have to go and do this I was actually amused by you before the malyen factor omg Mal's here and someone saw him getting here apparat and faith? The apparat literally jumping out of the palace walls at Alina lol man I do love the religion angle of this universe and it would have been so fucking cool if it were explored a bit better ew apparat that grab was very violent mal/darkling interaction the darkling's reaction at his recognition of mal was so funny ah yes my arch nemesis, the other angle of this teen immortal love triangle how utterly delightful someone explain the darkling's 'are you alright' to mal, is it because Alina was worried sick, is it mind games, is it curiosity, what is it Im still don't know how to feel with them attaching a literal symbol to the sun summoner, to Alina's dreams and to the stag itself 'not until I see Alina' THE LOYAL HIMBO ENERGY IN THIS ONE ISTFG I have never known nose acting until I saw Ben Barnes, he uses his nose in his acting and it is absolutely wonderful; case in point, the 'i beg your pardon' to mal with the rage making his voice shake okay but why is every mal darkling interaction like, everything the prompt answer our baby mal gives and the satisfaction it brings to his face, fucking amazing the darkling being literally struck by this, his mouth literally agape, king this is a 20 year old lmao Baghra! OMG WE GOT A GLIMPSE OF BAGHRA'S FIRE YES Genya supremacy Genya beating Arken up let's fucking go Marie's plot influence and Racism? Yellowface? again? hmm bardugo (then again, I have no authority over this, I'm south asian) Ive already talked about how I'm interested in knowing if and how changing Marie's time and place of death going to influence the plot much because in the books it caused a chain reaction doing a lot of stuff Alina, my love Alina just, laughing with other Grisha, feeling at home, ah be still my treacherous heart Mal's confrontation scene with Alina that was in the books being retconned to Mal calling out to her body double, hmm, probably to make Mal more likeable, I don't have any feelings about this particularly Nadia and Fedyor Okay the both of them, smiling and walking, hand in hand, cute mlm wlw solidarity moment that I missed during the first watch Kanej interacting with Alina Why is Alina literally so adorable The music picking up as the Inferni catches sight of the 'limping man' (what? it was funny when he said it) Blue Irises Alina's face showing a certain sense of calm when Alek shows up Alina's face after the Darkling says 'for you' and presents her with blue irises is something like gasp okay you've got game sexy shadow man mal fite time omg I thought she was taking mal to talk to Baghra or smth not to kill him 🤡 aren't oprichnikis like

otkazat'sya or am I missing smth? Because Baghra's spy is obvs a fabrikator THE DESK SCENE omg the scene hath arriveth the fact that Alina can't stop smiling gods, the flirting 'I don't recall this, being part of the schedule' him turning back and saying 'it isn't' her hiding her face through the cover of smelling the flowers and just how coy she acts, like the literal eyelid batting Ma'am how embarrassing for you to have feelings rn these two are my absolute favs of all time the camera moving as they move from their spots on which they had to stand on to get the shot of their shadows almost kissing her nodding and smiling at him saying 'she'll probably be alright' like okay I'm ready for smooches kiss me already and him going 'don't you think' trying to savour this moment IM SORRY BUT THE FUCKING SCORE AT THE MOMENT THEIR LIPS MEET YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I CANNOT COPE the way his hand is so big that he can almost hold her entire face in it the way she grips the back of his head I'm sorry I feel so disrespectful saying this but the sounds they make+I think that's a um titty grab or maybe it's just a holding someone and the placement was um unintended but I doubt it because everything in this fucking show is so intentional+ the lift up onto the desk+ the faces they make+ um god I'm going to hell for this but when they sort of grind into each other (I understand this is acting and they're just good at their job) but god does all of this make my heart race and also makes me happy I guess LITERAL GIGGLES I can't I'm soft 🥺🥺🥺 his little head shake at the knock on the door when he goes in for one last kiss before she gets off the desk and her eyes going all oy you, go get the door, I'm not going anywhere don't make whoever it is wait is so adorable and domestic her just standing there mouth agape to herself when he walks away HIM STILL FLUSHED AND BLUSHING AND HIS HAPPINESS CLEAR AS DAY ON HIS FACE WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR his gaze flits to her when Ivan says Alina was the target 'I'll be waiting' love, I physically can't anymore Little cheek hold and walk away Her little smile to herself nearly fading before he jumps back in again to her surprise and to ours to hold her face with both his hands and kiss her one last time, and yes, he does kiss like he's being drafted for the war in the morning Her little mouth open and close and then her little smile to herself after he leaves I refuse to watch the rest of the episode right now because no let me steep in the darklina bliss

[smutsonian]

Liability - What You Don’t Know Series (1/6)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: he breaks things off with you

Warning/s: ANGST, age gap, smut, dubcon, asshole Steve, excessive use of the word ‘babe’

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This is inspired by Lorde’s ‘Liability’. That song messes with my heart every time I listen to it. Y’all should listen to it! This is the first part of a series I’m making. 

Series Masterlist

~ Present Time ~

How could this happen? The day started out just fine. What went wrong? Was it something you did? Something you said?

You sniffled at the thought.

The driver looks at you through the rearview mirror with concern. He’d seen everything that happened. He saw how your boyfriend dumped you after a fight. A fight that came out of nowhere. A fight that was filled with screaming, crying, and shoving. He drove the two of you to the restaurant and everything seemed well. Actually, everything seemed fantastic.

~ 3 hours ago ~

“Come on, baby. We still have time.” Steve whispers against your neck as his hands find their way towards your breasts, fondling them hungrily. You were busy fixing your hair in front of the mirror, getting ready for the date that he begged you to go to. 

“I’m getting ready for later, babe. What’s making you so excited, huh?” You let out a quiet chuckle as you put on a scarlet red lipstick, standing up to fix the short red dress that he bought you. He bit his lip to mask a groan as he took in your appearance through the mirror. “You’re making me excited, baby.” He presses himself against your back, grinding his hard-on against your ass while he runs his hands through your shoulders, dipping his head on the crook of your neck to press wet kisses.

You bit your lips as he bites on that perfect spot on your neck, silently whimpering against his hold. Your hands absentmindedly reaches back to his hair, pulling on it slightly and making him moan against your neck. One of his hands finds their way down your dress, pulling it up just a little only to be stopped by your hands.

“Can’t this wait after dinner?” You turn around to face him, placing a hand on his broad chest and smiling softly up at him. He covers your wrists with his huge hands and pulls you closer to him. Leaning down to inhale the scent from your neck, he groans and shakes his head from side to side. “I need you now, baby.” He moves your hands from his chest towards his crotch area and made you palm him through his suit pants. He groans loudly as he presses your palms harder against his hard cock and pulls away from your neck to place his forehead against yours. “Can you help me out, baby? Please?” He gives you a pouty face that earns an eye roll from you. 

“That’s unfair! You can’t always give me that look whenever you want something…” You complain but you’re already going on your knees and undoing his pants. He smirked down at you but the guilt that was present on his eyes remains unnoticed by you.

Watching his cock as it sprang up, you look up at him with a smile. He groans as he watches you look up at him with your faux innocent look. “Baby…” His mouth falls open and his head falls back when you took ahold of his cock, enclosing his tip with your lips. His jaw clenches when your tongue swirled around his tip in a teasing manner. 

“Please, baby!” He whines desperately. He forces himself to look at you with a pleading look. You nodded and moved your head down, swallowing more of him until his tip hit the back of your throat. He bit his lower lip when he felt the vibrations around his cock as you gagged around him. “That’s it, baby” His hands made their way to your head, entangling his fingers with your hair and forcefully pulling them back. He thrusts his hips up at the same time he pushes your head down his cock, forcing you to take him all in and making you gag around him again and again as he repeated the action.

Tears started to form in your eyes as he continues to fuck your mouth. Your palms find its way to his thighs, trying to push him away but he was too into it that he didn’t even notice your struggle. He continues to rut in your mouth until his cock twitches, signaling you that he’s about to cum.

“FUUUUCKK” He shoves your head down his cock until his tip was down your throat and spills every drop of his cum down your pipe. After swallowing every drop, you pushed yourself away from him and this time, he let go. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and look towards him with a small frown. “You happy?” 

He smirked tiredly and shook his head no. “Not yet, baby.” He grabs you under your arms, making you stand up and drag you towards the bed. He pushes on your back until your upper half is laying on the bed while your knees are on the floor. He slides your dress up until it was bunched around your waist and wasted no time in entering you. You whimpered at the size of him and he smirks proudly at the noise he’s able to elicit from you.

“Mmhmm” your cries were muffled by the mattress under you as he has one of his huge palms pushing your head down. The other hand was on your hips, pulling it against him every time he would thrust in you to add force into it. 

“Fuck you’re so tight, baby…” Focusing on his second climax, he starts to ram in and out of you at a rapid pace as he lets out loud and wanton groans. He bucks his hips hard into you one last time before twitching and emptying inside you, coating your walls with his hot jizz. “OHH GOD!” He stays inside you for a while before pulling out and tucking himself back into his suit pants. “Baby, you’re so fucking hot.” He watches you as you rearrange your dress and pulls you against his chest to press a long lecherous kiss against your lips.

“Now we’re ready to leave.” He takes your hand and guides you out of the house and into the black SUV.

“There you go. Watch your head…” Steve opens the door for you and helps you enter the car. The driver smiles at the two of you, telling Steve how adorable of a couple you two are. Steve thanks him and goes around the car to enter and sit beside you.

The driver enters the car and proceeds to drive the both of you to the designated restaurant. He would watch both of you through the rearview mirror from time to time as you exchange little banters and giggle at each other like teenagers in love.

He drops the two of you off and parks somewhere down the parking lot. 

~ Present Time ~

Remembering what happened, the driver wonders what went wrong. Seeing you cry at the backseat alone now was a complete contrast from the scene he saw earlier. He thought everything was going fine with the two of you. With how you were together before he drove you to the restaurant. 

“Ma’am, are you okay?” He asks, his voice laced with concern as he hears you let out another sob.

“Please… Can you drive me home? My home…”

Whatever happened in that restaurant?

~ 1 hour ago ~

“What’s wrong, babe?” You ask Steve as he’s been quiet ever since the both of you were sat down. The restaurant looks really expensive. It’s beautiful indeed but it wasn’t necessary to have dinner here. As long as it was with Steve, you’re contented. 

“Babe?” You gently grab his hand from across the table, watching him frown at his phone. 

“Is there something wrong at the tower? We can put a rain check for tonight…” You give him an understanding smile. He snaps his head towards yours and pulls his hand away, making you frown but you were quick to hide it with a faux smile.

“No! Everything’s fine. I was just… thinking.” He mutters quietly.

“Thinking? About what?” You raise an eyebrow as you tilt your head to the side, thanking the waiter for serving two glasses of champagne. 

Steve takes a sip on his glass before sighing. “About us…” 

You swallowed hard before taking a sip on your champagne as well. His tone was giving you an uneasy feeling. “What about us, babe?” 

“I think we need to end this.” He motions an index finger between the two of you. “Us… I think we need to end us.”

“WHAT?” You drop your glass down the table, earning a few looks from the other guests nearby.

“Please, baby. Keep it down…” He tries to grab your hand but you pulled yours away. 

“Don’t you dare call me baby, Steve.” Your jaw involuntarily clenches as your nose flared in anger. 

“Why the sudden change, Steve? Have I done something wrong?” Your feelings turned from anger to sadness. Even guilt. 

“No, Y/N… Well… Kind of.” He bites on his lower lip as he sees your eyes tear up.

“W-hy? What d-did I do?” Your voice was shaky from trying to stop the sobs threatening to leave your mouth.

“It’s mostly because of me, bab- Y/N… My job… It’s dangerous, you know that. If my enemies find out about you… I don’t know what they’ll do.” He tries to grab your hand again and this time, you let him. 

“Think about it… You’re way too young for me and I’m way too old for you… I’m trying to keep a low profile but you’re too… distracting. Think about it, Y/N… We’re not meant to be.” He rubs your knuckles softly as he gives you a sad and guilty smile.

“It’s just… You’re a liability.” 

You gasp at his words. A liability… The familiar line hits you again and it hits you like a truck. You pull your hand away from him as you purse your lips, trying so hard not to make a scene.

You nod at him, ignoring the tears that started to fall down your cheeks. You stand up from the table, ignoring Steve as you start to walk for the exits. 

“Baby- Y/N, wait! Where are you going? Fuck!” He curses as he stands up from his seat to follow you, leaving a genuine amount of cash on the table and apologizing to a nearby waiter.

You continue to walk away from him, finding the SUV in the parking lot when a hand stopped you. The driver was about to open the door for you but Steve motioned for him to wait up for a bit.

“Please, let’s talk about this.” Steve tries to caress your face but you slapped his hands away.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Steve!” You shout at him, ignoring him when he tells you to quiet down a little because there were people around.

“You’ve made it pretty clear that I have no use for you anymore!” You hissed at him, shaking your head.

“It’s not like that, Baby-”

“It’s exactly like that! You want to know what I think, Stevie?” You spit his name like a curse and he can’t help but flinch at it.

“I think you planned on this dinner date a long time ago. I think you planned on disposing of me and that’s the reason why you can’t fucking wait to fuck me until after our dinner. It’s because we won’t be together anymore after that. I think you fucking used me to warm your fucking cock whenever you want to. I think you just used me to get off. I think you fucking used me just like everyone fucking did.” You were shouting and jabbing a finger on his chest by the end of your cries. Steve let you but as your words started again, his jaw starts to clench in anger and he finds it hard to control his anger as well.

“I think you’re just a fucking lonely old pervert that uses women for their own pleasure. Am I right?” Another finger jabs at Steve’s chest.

“Am. I. Fucking. Right?!” A jab per word and Steve’s patience snaps. He grabs your wrist with his strong hand and stops you. He glares down at you, his nose flaring in fury. “You really want to know?!” He hisses at you and continues when you just stare back at him with surprised eyes. 

“You think I use women for my own pleasure? Do you think of yourself as a woman? You’re just a fucking girl, Y/N. At first, you were fun, youthful and all that. Yeah, you were fun to fuck, filled with energy and all that. I had the adrenaline I was looking for. I had fun with your wildness but then it got too much to handle. YOU got too much to handle. That made me realize that you’re just a girl. You can’t be controlled. You do things you want without thinking of the consequences. You’re not a woman, Y/N. You are just a little girl trying to act like a grown woman. Do you know what you are? A fucking liability.” By the end of his speech, Steve was the one jabbing a finger at you. He jabs a finger down your head like one does to a child and it adds more to your humiliation. All you can do is stare at Steve with shaking breaths and trembling lower lip. Your eyes were filled with tears that your vision got blurry. 

Steve knew he had crossed a line. He had crossed thousands of lines just because he couldn’t control his anger. He knew that he fucked up when he saw the look in your face. He knew he fucked up when you frowned at him before hissing a “Fuck you.” All he could do was watch as you made it to the car as fast as you can, blocking Steve out of your vision, your mind, and later on, your life.

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Next Chapter

[allboutheyaoi]

First of all, I'd like to say that I really enjoy your posts and I'm glad I stumbled across you. I initially started following you because of honto yajuu, because I, too, have a deep love for that manga. I would love to hear if you have some thoughts on the progression of all the couples, if you have a favorite couple, a favorite character, a favorite arc, or if you have any wishes for the future of the story. There doesn't seem to be much of an online fan base for HY as far as I can tell!

HELLO MY DEAR FRIEND!!! I am so sorry for the late reply!!! I’ve been meaning to reply to you sooner but I thought it best to wait till Honto Yajuu, Volume 13 is out and YES MY OP COUPLE IS HERE THEY’RE BAAAACK!!! 

I’ll start with the brief rundown on what’s been happening in volume 13 (and also since the last scanlation update). DISCLAIMER: I do not understand Japanese, so this rundown is based on google translation, inference and assumptions. 

Chapter 27 (Part 1)

Volume 13 focuses on TWO side pairings; Yamase (senpai) X Kisaragi AND Ayato X Takeuchi! Chapter 27 starts off with senpai mulling over his relationship with Kisaragi after learning about Kisaragi confession. It took sometime but senpai finally confessed his feelings to Kisaragi.

Chapter 27 (Part 2)

In this chapter, Kisaragi and senpai finally went on a date (as a couple) and Kisaragi was so adorable - he managed to sneak a kiss on senpai! There’s FINALLY SOME GOOD ACTUAL PROGRESS ON THIS COUPLE!!!!

Meanwhile, Aki and Tomoharu decided to check out Ayato’s AVs so that means KINKY TIME AFTERWARDS!! (Lets be real, these two have so much sex I love seeing them make love.)

Chapter 28 (Part 1)

Starts off with Ayato bugging the main couple ever since he moved in as a neighbour in Tomoharu’s apartment building. I think Ayato insist on the couple to introduce him a partner and the couple VERY HESITANTLY decided on Takeuchi (c’mon we all see this coming). Takeuchi and Ayato met over dinner with the couple but Ayato got drunk and while Takeuchi was trying to help him, Ayato went ACCIDENTALLY ‘harassed’ Takeuchi. 

Takeuchi got really pissed and stomped out of the double date. Ayato knew he fucked up and explained the incident to the couple (they look like they were disappointed with their child).

Chapter 28 (Part 2)

Ayato felt really bad and guilty, and so he went to the police post to apologize to Takeuchi for his rude behaviour. Not only did he managed to apologize but sweet Takeuchi even gave his phone no. to Ayato!!! SO NOW THEY CAN CONTACT EACH OTHER!!! 

AND THAT’S THE GIST OF THE ENTIRE VOLUME! As usual, there is an extra in this volume and yes, it’s the extended scenes of Aki and Tomoharu having sex (always yes to that). 

I hope this rundown is enough to satisfy your curiosity until the scan group released the translation for the entire volume! I am SUPER happy with the progress of the side couples! Looking forward to see more R18 progress of them in the near future! Here’s an extra illustration Yamamoto-sensei did:

[raindrop-on-a-spiderweb]

To be honest, I feel bad for every character in Ragnatela. Especially the main trio. They've done monstrous things, but I can't help but feel sympathy for all of them. Even Leo. You did such an amazing job for making us care about all of the characters.

I know. It's all just so incredibly fucking sad.

Tangenting because we are 1 epilogue away from this fucked up story being finished. But.

Sal, Leo and Patience have committed absolutely nightmarish crimes. But the simple fact remains that there is a REASON they are that way.

Leonardo was raped and brutally abused as a child. He desperately seeks the mother he never had, someone who would love him unconditionally. His cold heart felt the first gentle shreds of unselfish love when he held his son in his arms, and he saw his son murdered in front of him. He wanted to feel, to feel, so badly, and was never able to do so. All he wanted was a family.

Salvatore was a rebellious son from a criminal family, mucking and slaughtering pigs when he was nine, with his only idol being his bandit grandfather. He skipped school and his mother beat him. He lost a sister who he adored and barely survived smallpox. And when he came to America, he was put on the path very many immigrant children ended up railroaded on--a professional criminal. He loved a woman and was spurned by her, thought he was going to be a father and was rejected, and was STILL ready to accept the love of his life even after she bore his enemy's child. All that netted him was life in prison, and his true love reccomending the electric chair while staring into his eyes.

And Patience was an only daughter with a rosy background, who at a young age saw her only parents killed in front of her, by the future father of her child. She was raised alone and deprived of affection, and the only affection she recieved later was by brutal, prolonged rape by men she hated most in the world. She lived in poverty, strove and struggled, and saw everyone she ever cared for in her life dead hy her or her enemies' hands. She was an isolated and traumatized woman who eventually repeated her trauma on the most innocent person, her own son born of that same brutal rape.

Very few people start out as monsters. Abuse begets abuse, which begets abuse, which begets abuse.

We were all innocent once.

[artificialqueens]

Sticky Situation (Jackie x Jan) -Peridot

A/N: This is a super fluffy short little drabbley one-shot I wrote, based off of the prompt ‘you’re so adorable’ from @hy-jinkx on my sideblog ( @artificialperidot if you’re interested ;p). Also thank you for the love on my last fic, it means a lot! Please leave me some feedback and let me know what you think!

Summary: Do not trust Jan with glue of any description.

Hope you enjoy!

“Jackie!”

Jackie, who was lounging on the sofa mindlessly flipping through a magazine, perked up as she heard her girlfriend’s voice ring out through the apartment. “Yes, darling?”

“C’mere!”

Heaving a sigh, Jackie pulled herself from underneath her blanket and padded through the apartment to their bedroom. “What is it, baby?”

She opened their bedroom door and found Jan sitting at their vanity, the lights of their Hollywood-style mirror framing her in a silhouette. It was only when she moved closer that she could make out the girl’s hands, which were covered in patches of silver and twisted together awkwardly, and the big, bright, panicked pair of puppy dog eyes that met hers.

“Help,” she said weakly, raising her conjoined hands in the air.

“What did you do?” Jackie asked in a patronising tone, unable to keep a smirk off of her face.

“Well, I was trying to put on fake nails, but, uh, it didn’t go well.”

Jackie sat down beside the girl, taking her hands in hers and holding them up to her face for closer inspection. “Did you glue your hands together?”

“Unintentionally!”

Jackie chuckled to herself in disbelief. “God, you’re so adorable,” she said, pinching Jan’s cheek as she stuck out her lip in an exaggerated pout.

“Please just help me. I can’t get them apart!”

“Okay, baby. Let’s see.”

Jackie inspected the girl’s hands closely. Her thumbs were glued tightly shut, with the tips of her second and third singers inseparable. Jackie slid her fingers between Jan’s palms and attempted to pry her digits apart, pulling them with a strength she didn’t know she had in her. Jan’s face was screwed in concentration as she tried her best to aid her, but her hands remained firmly in place.

“God, they’re really stuck, aren’t they?”

“I’ve been trying to get them apart for like twenty minutes,” Jan whined.

“How did you manage to get so much glue on your hands?”

Jan sighed. “I have many talents. Precision is not one of them.”

Jackie laughed, playfully thumping the younger girl on the shoulder. “You’re a mess,” she said, trying to pry her hands apart again with no luck.

“And why are your hands covered in silver?”

“I painted the nails. See?” Jan twisted her wrist to show Jackie the two sparkly silver nails she had successfully applied before her finding herself in this predicament, one on her index finger, and one practically dangling from her pinkie.

“And you somehow managed to get nail polish all over yourself in the process?”

“I got excited, okay?” Jan grinned.

“Why did you have to paint them?”

“Because I wanted them to match the charm bracelet you got me!” she said excitedly, shaking her wrist to make the bracelet jingle.

Jackie’s heart melted as Jan shot her a cheesy, tooth smile, holding her wrist up for Jackie to inspect. “That’s adorable, baby,” she replied, pressing a kiss into her cheek which made the younger girl blush. “But you’re never gonna be able to take the bracelet off if we can’t separate your hands!”

“I’m never gonna take the bracelet off anyway! I love it so much.”

“Shut up,” Jackie said softly, unable to stop a smile from taking over her face. “Now, let’s try again before the glue dries even more.”

Jackie grabbed both of her wrists and yanked as hard as she could, but Jan’s hands didn’t budge. She tried prying them apart with tweezers and twisting her hands and pulling backwards and forwards, but no matter what method she tried, the pads of Jan’s fingers wouldn’t separate from each other.

“Did you glue your nails on with cement or something?” Jan quipped.

“This is impossible,” Jan whined, eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of frustration and desperation. “I don’t wanna have to go to the emergency room because I glued my fucking hands together!”

“Relax, baby,” Jackie chuckled, tucking a loose lock of Jan’s blonde hair behind her ear. “I’m gonna Google it, see if it says what to do on the manufacturer’s website or something.”

“Okay.”

Jackie whipped out her phone and began tapping on the screen, inwardly begging for a solution to pop up. As she located the website and began navigating the home page, she heard an uncertain voice by her side.

“Uh, Jackie?”

“Yes baby?” she responded without looking up.

“I, uh… I have an itch on my nose… could you maybe…?”

Jackie chuckled, sighing and rolling her eyes in mock-annoyance, a wide grin spreading on her face. She had the cutest girlfriend in the world.

“Of course, baby, no problem,” she snickered, reaching out her index finger to scratch the tip of Jan’s nose, who gave her a grateful look.

“Thanks,” Jan said, her eyes screwing shut and her nose scrunching as she smiled widely, as if she was a little girl again.

Jackie resumed her scrolling, and eventually came across the ‘warnings’ section, which she quickly surveyed.

“The website just says to use soap and water,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t you do that already?”

“I, uh… I should’ve.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t think to try washing your hands?” Jackie interrogated, exasperated and humoured simultaneously.

“You didn’t either!”

“I thought you would’ve already tried that!”

An almost guilty look crossed Jan’s face, before she shrugged her shoulders and awkwardly grimaced. “Oops?”

Jackie laughed, playfully pushing Jan’s arm with so much force that the girl nearly tipped over. “Whatever,” she smiled, shaking her head. “Let’s get this glue washed off.”

“Thanks, Jackie.”

“It’s alright, baby,” she said, smirking and linking her arm with her girlfriend’s before leading her towards the bathroom. “And afterwards, I’ll glue on the rest of those nails for you. Deal?”

“Deal.”

[toutallyahoe]

Dating Connor Would Include

ＲＥＱＵＥＳＴＥＤ ＢＹ:

Anon from Tumblr

ＰＡＩＲＩＮＧ/Ｓ:

Connor x [Name]

Ａ/Ｎ:

Oof

I was about to make one for my queen, Kara, but Connor works

Also, I would like to appreciate Tumblr's new update. No, not the still hideous color change (that wattpad also fucking copied like what the fuck wattpad what the fuck) but the text change

Morely, on the maximum text blocks we, fellow writers, bloggers and shitposters, have justice on. Yes. Fucking finally Tumblr. You did something actually right this time.

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｢ ＨＥＡＤＣＡＮＯＮＳ ｣

↳ ❝ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ❞ ↲

• lots of surprise kisses

• lots of them

• like a lot

• don't know why but this robo boi loves kisses

• a bit shy but still, he won't hesistate to initiate the sweet actions of lip-locking

• whether be on a case or just between the two, he will kiss his [Name] when he can

• he just loves kisses okay?

• add some biting and you'll get a full on make out session

• "Detective [Last name]?"

• "Yes, my love?"

• "My lips are rather cold."

• "Oh dear, now that's bad thing. Should I warm it up then?"

• "Yes, I think you shou--"

• "CAN YOU BOTH STOP FLIRTING FOR EVERY DAMN MINUTE?!?"

• "Sorry Hank..."

• and when there's lots of kisses, there would be hugs and cuddles too

• especially when it's a busy day and his [Name] is so stress, overwork or just tired, he will not do anything other than cuddle with his [Name]

• just cuddling on the couch, floor, bed or anywhere really, Connor doesn't mind

• just as long as his [Name] can relax and just not stress out of things

• he enjoys [Name]'s arms wrapped around him

• he feels safe and hearing the [Hair color] haired male's heart beating in a rhythmic pattern oddly calms him

• maybe because of the fact that he knows this heart beats just for him

• "Your heart beating accelerated a bit... May I ask why?"

• "Because I'm with you..."

• "I don't fully understand. Why can I be the cause of such behavior?"

• "Because I love you, my love."

• this robo boi just being there for his [Name]

• through thick and thin

• he supports his [Hair color] haired lover to the best as he can

• being the shoulder cry on when his lover just breaks down

• would often remind that being human isn't bad

• telling the [Hair color]haired male that flaws doesn't make him weak

• just being there for [Name]

• "It's alright... Everything will be fine..."

• "T-thanks my love... I... I didn't m-mean t--"

• "Don't worry... You're amazing [Name]..."

• "What have I done to deserve you Connor?

• "By existing and being you..."

• appreciating every single thing about [Name]

• every. single. thing

• flaws and all

• Connor adores his [Name]

• so he gives compliments to the [Hair color] haired male

• lots of compliments

• like seriously

• a fucking lot

• each hour of the day there seemed to be a compliment waiting for the android to say to his lover

• and [Name] literally wonders on how the fuck can this robo boi think about these many conpliment on times

• then remembers his adorable lover is an android

• "-- so, there was thi--"

• "Detective [Last name]."

• "C-connor! Didn't see you there... W-wha... What are you doing?"

• "I am here to deliver my daily reminder for you."

• "Uhh, oka--"

• "You are amazing and a hard working man who deserves everything but the best in this world."

• rA9, this android would be the death of him

• [Name] would often be caught by surprised from the compliments his sweet lover say out of nowhere but rA9 he loves it

• "You're too sweet sometimes, my love..."

• hanging out in Hank's house since the old male is considered a father figure for Connor

• it's like a weekly thing where the two would stay and hang out with Hank

• about two to three times a week

• depends on the schedules the three have

• just lazing around, watching some sports or some old movies the old male had and be a family

• also taking care of the Saint Bernard, Sumo, often times being there

• "Can you both stop being lover dovey for a second? Jesus Christ."

• "Sorry, Hank."

• "Not my fault that Connor is just adorable at times... Well, every time..."

• "Just keep your lovey crap to a minimum, we're already getting the best part of the movie."

• "Got it old man."

• "Call me that again and I swear [Last name], you will only see my son at the precinct."

• "Fuck! I won't call you ever of that again but please don't take away Connor from me!"

• "[Name], I think Hank was jok--"

• "Jesus Christ, Calm the fuck down!"

• "FUCK NO I WON'T!"

• "GOD DAMN IT [LAST NAME]!"

• Hank being supportive of the twos relationship

• despite getting annoyed sometimes from their lover dovey crap, he is happy to see Connor and [Name] have each other

• also loves to annoy the crap outta Gavin who looks absolutely horrified everytime he sees his best friend make out with the android

• Hank would absolutely shout in support while Gavin dies everytime

• also, Tina is on board with it

• everyone in the DPD finds the couple adorable and happy to see the hard working [Hair color] haired has someone to care of him

• "Go get 'im [Last name]!"

• "I'm dead. This is hell. I'm fucking dead. My best friend is fucking a plastic. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck--"

• annoying the shit outta Gavin

• or anyone at the DPD really

• but mostly Gavin

• just being all sweet and flirty next to the brunet detective and the male couldn't escape

• annoying Gavin is like a bonding moment for Connor and [Name]

• every day they fuck with Gavin being all sweet

• Gavin is fucking done

• so fucking done

• "I'm sorry but you're going to jail."

• "And why is that, Detective [Last name]?"

• "Because you stole my hear--"

• "CAN YOU BOTH FUCK OFF?!?"

• "Awe, is little Gavin jealous?"

• "W-hy the fuck would I be jealius of you two?!?"

• "Hmm, I don't know... Connor can you perhaps list out on why wittle Gavi-wavi is a jewwy potato?"

• "Of course. He is single and he looks like a potato."

• Hank cackling a few tables away as Gavin storms off and muttering about fucking androids and fucking best friends fucking a plastic

• "God, this is why I love seeing you two together. This shit is amazing!"

• having Connor trying to cook

• that may have set the fire alarms

• once

• twice

• o-okay it was six times in his so called "cooking attempts"

• seriously, for an advance android with the latest tech and features, you would've thought he'll be able to cook

• like seriously

• once a week, [Name] atleast gets woken up by the loud beeping  noise of the smoke detector

• and immediately know his brunet lover trying to cook

• this leads to helping and teaching Connor to cook some basic food

• now the android can finally make a toast without the fucking toaster catching on fire

• "Good morning, [Name]. I made you breakfast."

• "Connor, my love?"

• "Yes [Name]?"

• "You know I love you right?"

• "Of course I do."

• "And you know I'll die for you, right?"

• "Yes, although I don't want you to die."

• "Good... Because fucking hell I'm not eating that toast my love."

• "But I worked so hard for this..."

• "Connor, my love... That toast is literally on fucking fire..."

• constantly getting "I love you" and "I adore you"

• it's adorable really

• Connor would often say it

• whether in public or not

• he isn't afraid to say how much he loves and adore his [Name]

• he loves the [Hair color] haired male so fucking much

• so fucking much

• and he isn't ashamed of loving this human

• this human with flaws

• the flaws that made him more unique than others

• his human

• his [Name]

• "[Name]?"

• "Yes, my love?"

• "I love you."

• "I love you too... So much Connor..."

[writingsofmyimagination]

Restraint |8|

Yoongi x Reader, Vampire AU

Warnings:SMUT, Swearing, Kinda Sub Yoongi for like 5 mins(he sucks at it), Light BDSM themes(restraints), Blood.

 Word Count:2844

Summary: As Jungkooks best friend recently moved to Seoul, there is one of the boys you have yet to meet. This one has a dark secret and has to use all the restraint he can to control himself around you.

So this is the end guys :(. THANK YOU so much for all the love for this series! Another Yoongi series is in the works :).

As always others parts in my masterlist.

Comments always welcome :)

“Why does it matter if he’s going to be there, why is this even an issue, you were over this months ago” There was a dull exhaustion to the argument, for the fourth time this week you were arguing over non-issues. You don’t even know why you were asking him ‘Why’ you knew exactly what the problem was but it didn’t stop the hailstorm of frustration soaking through you and the whitening of your knuckles round your mug. Their management had added a whole extra week of shows and interviews in Tokyo, the extension of time apart especially from the taste of human blood had made him irritable, irrational and downright insufferable. With the gruelling schedule he’d been too exhausted to even vampire ninja travel to see you. This was an expected situation, he’d warned you the sudden lack of the human taste was indistinguishable to cold turkey from drugs.

“Baby I…”

“I’m done with this conversation, I’m at work, leave me be” you hung up massaging your temples. You interrupted your report writing and opened up google and booked yourself a flight to Tokyo.

You ignored the badges that were slowly increasing on your message app; thankful when they stopped, he’d be getting ready for the show now. You wanted him to be stewing on it. You had minimal time to pack before you had to head to the airport.

The flight was two hours, after thirty minutes your hands had started fiddling for an outlet of your agitation which was rivalling your excitement to be in his arms. As much as you were going to surprise him you knew it wouldn’t be much of a surprise; you had a boyfriend who’d be able to smell you the second you stepped foot in the hotel. You’d checked with Jungkook beforehand and he’d manage to acquire another key-card for Yoongi’s room for you to pick up.

 The room was the standard you’d expect from a higher end chain, it was also what you expect from Yoongi. His laptop was open on the desk circled by mini versions of his studio equipment that he insisted taking on tour; his suitcase was neatly sat on a chair in the corner.

Yoongi emerged from the towel ruffling his wet hair with a towel. A towel wrapped round his waist, effortlessly parallel to a Greek god. As suspected there wasn’t a hint of surprise on him.

“Baby please let me…”

“On the bed” your tone stern, eyes glaring.

“What?” at least there was some surprise at your command, he ceased any movement.

“On the bed” You plonked your bag down on the bed and grabbed what you needed, he sat on the edge on the bed his back to you. His delicious shoulder blades still slightly glistening with water. You walked round in front of him and handcuffed him.

“Tch!” Yoongi exclaimed. Instantly his skin where the silver had made contact was searing into him with an unpleasant sound of sizzling skin. As bad as you felt for causing him such pain your outside aura feigned casualness; it was also something he’d made you promise to carry out after he’d not fed for an extended period of time.

“Jesus Y/N I know I’ve upset you but this isn’t necessary” he managed through gritted teeth.

“Shut up and just drink” you launched your shirt of and straddled him, moved all your hair to one side exposing your neck, his hands resting on your hips. He was motionless, his irises were battling to keep that dark red from consuming them whole; his face told a different story. His bottom lip was clamped hard in between his teeth, fangs fully extended with creases lining his forehead. You sat back blossomed your hand open, a silver chain rooted round your finger dropped and hung. You hoped he’d feed now you’d fulfilled all his safety requirements, after a few moments of deliberation he spoke.

“Please try not to move too much” his gaze glued to your neck visualising all the blood flowing through that spot, he was past the point of no return to argue, the song of your pulse capturing him in a trance like state. His teeth sank in with ease. One of your hands slid up the back of his and tangled in his damp hair. A faint cry left your lips. It didn’t even hurt anymore, if anything it now turned you on; especially the primal growl noises that leaked from Yoongi’s lips against your neck. Craving more your hips started grinding, only my black work trousers and a towel separating you from him.

A strangled gasp pained its way from you, Yoongi had begun shaking head jerkily, as if I was now dying prey to be shook in the mouth of a wolf. You stilled your hips instantly, eyes shut tight, wincing feeling your puncture wounds stretch and begin to tear. Your hand aching, you imagined your knuckles going as white as his skin against his dark hair. It stung and it was also your fault. As quick as it had started he stopped. Flinging his head back against his own will stopping himself. You finally breathed, only just realising you’d been holding onto it.

“Yoongi I’m…sorry” you stuttered, immediately trying to remedy the guilt you know he’d bare unjustly to himself. His irises were full blown, they hardly even looked red anymore leaning onto the blacker side. He looked on another planet, face shrouded in ecstasy.

“Please, give me a minute” he panted dropping his body to the bed awkwardly on his restrained hands, his skin was no longer burning but he still grimaced when the handcuffs touched more of his skin. Feeling lost, did he want you to get off? Did he want you to un-cuff him? Currently he was in no state to tell you. He was hard beneath you, prompting a half-cocked smirk from you. Sliding your hands up his chest, grazing your nails over his clavicle ignoring the throb at your neck and leaking wounds.

“Was that nice baby?” you whispered, breathing at his neck.

“Mmm” he managed. Seeing him like this because of you burned your fire no end. You climbed off him and shuffled out of your jeans impatient to get back to him.

When he sat back up his eyes had deflated to normal sized pupils, they still glittered red but at least he looked like he could string a sentence together. His brows made their way slightly further apart catching the sight of your neck, it had stopped bleeding thanks to the coagulation liquid that secreted from fangs. He went to speak

“Don’t even say it Yoongi” you warned

“It’s my own fault, I’m fine and no I’m not taking the cuffs off” His face was indecisive for a moment, deciding rightfully so he wouldn’t win in apologising to you, he reacted to the second half of your words.

“Why not? You responded to his question and pout with a coy smile.

“Because I think I quite like you like this” You climbed back on him, when your skin touched the longing you’d had was fulfilled; knees resting either side of his thighs.

“I can do this” You yanked at the back of his hair yanking a grunt from his throat in protest, you bit at his exposed neck hard enough to mark, even though it would be gone in a few moments. The purple, red petal was still beautiful against his milky skin. Your other hand had also been productive and unhooked the towel and was teasing down his shaft. You loved the way his face creased with desire

“And my strong vampire Yoongi is helpless”

“And you want me to do as I’m told?” one of his eyebrows raised challenging me.

“I don’t even think I can get you to do that, what I am wandering is how long it will take you to start begging for what’s in between my legs” you whispered, his face held the resolve but his eyes showed you defeat, you knew as soon you’d give him the offer to taste you and feed from his favourite place he’d yield.

“So that’s how you wanna play princess?” your hands had locked around his neck and you looked so please with yourself as you responded.

“Yep” you spoke curtly. You teased your hands in a slow wave down your body and broke his number one rule. Your pleasure is his and his alone.

“Oh baby you’re playing a dangerous game now” the warning glare emanating over you normally would have you on your knees pleading, not today.

“You can do with me what you want with me when you’re home Oppa, but now you’re mine, stop being such a brat” You offered your fingers coated in your arousal at his mouth, he gladly sucked at them purring in his throat. Fuck, his eyes looking up at you from under his hair, no wonder why he loved that look from you so much. The vulnerability seeping off him, looking up to you to take what you were going to give him.

“That’s all your getting until I say otherwise” you deprived him of your hand. You sat back gently pondering, looking out into nowhere.

“What?” he asked with an impatient sigh.

“How many times do you think I can make myself cum before your dying to do it yourself?” your question rhetorical as you resumed teasing yourself, ensuring his cock was just a hairs width from your fingers.

“None, please Y/N” his response came out more as loud frustrated sigh already playing the images in his head.

“But I thought you liked to count them” your mouth pulling into a cocky smirk

You adored the way his face way contorting in pretty and desperate expressions, his eyes slipped away from you as you pulled yourself higher to the edge, to drag him back you gripped at his chin in a harsh motion and faced it forward

“I want those pretty eyes on me” you ordered, stopping any response with a rough kiss, he inhaled your wavering moans until you flung your neck to nestle in his riding out your high, panting and moaning breathlessly close to his ear.

“1” you breathed with a triumphant glare.

“Fuck princess, you’re so beautiful, please give me them now, you know I’ll make you feel so much better” he whined. You were getting there you thought to yourself.

“Do you think that’s a good enough plea?” you stood up, went over to your bag.

“I think you can manage one more” Seeing you take your wand out of your bag.

“That’s enough baby I can’t anymore, Rain” Seriously? You couldn’t believe he caved, well you could actually, and there was a reason you submitted to him and not the other way round. Being a powerful immortal they naturally had power and wanted to keep it. You un-cuffed him with urgency, assuming they were hurting too much, you’d be wrong.

He lunged at you, before you could even protest your underwear was torn and on the floor.

“Playtimes over princess” he slammed into you, your back knocked into the wall, hands digging into his shoulders. If your head could spin it would have.

“Yoongi…agh” your head dropped, moans spilling through your throat. Your head was overrun no logical thoughts could form, every time one began its life cycle his thrusts hitting your spot snuffed them out in an instant.

“Eyes on me” he growled, you just couldn’t fulfil his request, you managed to lift your head in between cries.

“Aww is my cock that good that you can you can’t even do one simple thing?”

“Yes, jesus, fuck” was all you managed. He stopped and stared you, absorbing you into his circular galaxies twinkling in his eye. His fringe stuck to his forehead making him looked beautifully fucked. Your climax fading into deep space.

“I can’t even begin to explain how much I missed you baby, it’s been unbearable having the bed empty next to me. I’m sorry I’ve been a nightmare you’re everything to me, I love you” Yoongi wasn’t very vocal when it came to feelings but when he showed them you hung on to and treasured every word even if he’d kept you on the edge. You exhaled, trying to de-escalate your breathing.

“I know baby, I know,” sweeping his fringe to the side you caressed the side of his cheek with nothing but love and adoration.

“I love you too, I’ve missed you too” you paused a moment “Can you please finish showing me how much you missed me” you whined. He responded with a longing kiss against your lips, extending it through your collarbone.

“Such a needy girl” he breathed, the warm breath ghosting across your chest. In a flash of movement you was on top of him legs aside his waist, hands tracing the milky dessert of his chest.

“Now bring that pretty little pussy of mine up here so I can taste her.” He flicked his head up, indicating the direction he wanted you to move. The command was also met with a sharp stinging across your behind half propelling you forward with a gasp. His tongue teasing kitten licks up and down your slit, you slapped his head playfully.

“Stop teasi…” his hands gripped at your thighs when he fully sucked your clit into his mouth, the top half of your body falling forward until you stabled your hands against the headboard. That famous tongue technology had you teetering of the edge in minutes. Your back arching and your head flew forwards as your climax convulsed your muscles uncontrollably. You could hardly see his eyes glowing red as there were focused solely on your arousal.  

He turned his head seconds after you’d nearly finished riding out your high and locked his lips onto your inner thigh, one of your hands flew to his hair and locked a handful in your grip as he pierced your skin extending your climax leaving you pulsing around nothing. You welcomed the sweet sting, and the sight of him attached to you a small trail of your blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. You’d accepted months ago that you was going to hell for finding all this blood stuff so sexy but you were way past caring and craved it more than you’d ever openly admit to yourself, but Yoongi knew.

You dropped to the bed, exhausted and satisfied. After licking his lips Yoongi rolled onto his front in-between your legs and used his tongue to clean the last trickling remnants from your puncture wounds.

“When do you have to leave?” his tone verging on whiney. You checked the time on your phone.

“Two hours, and don’t even try and convince me to stay, I have a shit load of reports to finish.” He stalked up your body.

“Two hours is enough” you squinted your eyes questioning his words

“Enough for what?” you spoke hesitantly recognising that glimmer from his eyes and that killer smirk. He pinned your hands above your head, his mouth catching your gasp as his tongue tantalized yours as he shifted his legs,

“To get you screaming my name multiple times” He thrust into you, you clawed at his back, his teeth grazing your collar bone.

  “Promise me you’ll eat properly” you said stroking the back of his neck with the soft pads of your fingertips.

“I promise” the puppy eyes you received tugged at your already aching heart strings, you hated leaving him. His arms were resting round your side, hands under your shirt holding the small of your back.

“Good, I’ll hold you to that, next time you go away I think we should gradually ease you off my blood don’t you think?”

“I suppose” he eyes left you and shifted away.

“Hey” you called out to his wandering eyes, they returned. “Yes baby that’s a much better idea than turning into a giant douche and making my girlfriend angry and come out all this way” you impersonated. He chuckled lightly.

“Yes baby that’s a much better idea” he mimicked “You know I’m sorry, you are amazing, you spoil me and are most definitely too good for me”

“I know I am” you toyed “It’s a good thing I love you and want nothing more than to be yours” You stretched up and kissed his forehead knowing he’d appreciate the “yours” sentiment. He was hesitant in letting you slip from his grasp and grab your bags and head to the door.

“I’ll hold you to what you said earlier” You turned at his words

“What did I say?” you asked.

“That I can do what I want with you when I’m home, you should book some time off, I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to walk” his grin playful, eyes spoke nothing but sincerity.

“I can handle it Oppa” you shot back competitively. Your grin never faltering as you left him pondering what to do with you when he’s home.

[dangermousie]

CFC 154

1. HY has ptsd about XQC post-sex since all the times before once they are done, XQC is all “goodbye no thanks.”

The thing that makes me absolutely feral about Meatbun protags is whatever else they may or may not be or do, they are always so utterly and completely consumed by their OTP, like you believe they couldn’t breathe without them, and that is such an irresistible quality in a fictional character for me.

2. Cold, controlled XQC not being able to push HY away emotionally, his ice heart cracked open by HY and I caaaan’t! Other than protags devoted to their OTP, my other favorite trope is icy characters melting. And XQC wants to cut it out of his heart because control is his everything and this is not control but he can’t (and won’t!) because it’s already inside his heart and seriously I am going !!!! here. Yes, he loves him!!!! And so he doesn’t say anything and HY feels like he’s reprieved from the gallows and like...this chapter!

3. I am glad HY did aftercare last night and love that XQC is a little sore but vvv comfortable. Awwwww!

4. HY wants to feed XQC by hand, XQC: wtf! HY: then you feed me. I am dying here. So adorable. (And now I am terrified because cuteness is always a knife precursor with Meatbun.)

5. Meatbun, you are making me hungry!

6. HY freaking out when XQC is putting on his pants because what if he starts being cold again and I am laughing.

Poor Puppydragon!

7. XQC is so close to realizing things! He is literally thinking “if HY was a woman...” but then of course his illness would make anything with anyone impossible :(

8. HY trying to protect XQC’s pride because he’s unhappy HY paid by saying ”you can pay for the quilt we fucked up” ahahahah. But also I love puppydragon being attuned.

9. Ummm, XX and her boyfriend were in room next door? Eeeeeek, each sibling getting pounded by man of their choice in adjacent rooms is level of kinky that is a bit much for me.

10. XX saw our otp hugging. Oh no, things are about to be a DISASTER!!!! She’s lovely but has the tact of a brick and XQC is skittish as is so!!!!

11. In A/N, Meatbun says she’s not renewing her contract with jjwxc (tho CFC will finish being published there) and honestly good for her. Their arbitrary lack of rules and enforcement of same, plus the terrible way they treat their authors deserve it!

[asknightmareanderror]

Nothing Left To Lose

Contains swearing and innuendos.

“...really? You’re falling asleep on me?” Nightmare scoffed “You just woke up...”

“...mhm...” Dust grinned, the oil monster rolled his eye.

“Look...I’m just waiting for Error’s clothes to finish, okay? You lot don’t need to hover around me...”

“...but Nightmare...” He pulled on Nightmare’s jacket lightly, mocking a child’s voice. “...we’re bored.”

“But Dust...” Nightmare responded dryly “...you’re annoying me.” Dust shot a glare at him, getting off Nightmare’s back, unimpressed.

“...I hate the glitch.” He muttered, Nightmare stared at him, confused.

“What? Why?”

“Because he’s all you care about...” He replied, the oil monster shook his head, denying the fact immediately.

“No, I don’t, Dust...”

“...seems like it...” Cross retorted, frustrated.

“Cross...no, I...he’s hurt, okay? He...his soul is--”

“We don’t care if he’s hurt.” Dust growled “The problem is...you only care about him...”

“...Dust, no...leave Night alone...” Killer grabbed his arm, pulling on him slowly. “...if Error’s soul is hurt, he needs that care...it’s fine...”

“It’s not ‘fine’!” Cross snapped, Nightmare’s tendrils curled in on himself.

“I’M TRYING, OKAY?! I’M FUCKING TRYING!” He bellowed “IT’S MY FAULT THAT HIS SOUL’S A MESS! I’M TRYING TO MAKE SURE HE’S HAPPY BEFORE HE TURNS INTO A PILE OF DUST!” His oil started dripping excessively, stressed out. “BE ANGRY AT ME FOR DOING THAT TO HIM! BUT DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE BLAME ERROR FOR THE LACK OF ATTENTION YOU LOT ARE GETTING!” He collapsed into a puddle, beginning to sob, mentally unable to cope anymore. “I-it’s my fault...okay...? Don’t...don’t blame h-him...”

“Night...?” Killer let go of Dust’s arm, edging towards the puddle of oil. “Nightmare?”

“...w...what?”

“You’ve...umm...y-you sorta...scared them...” He said quietly, pushing his hand into the oil. He grabbed Nightmare gently, dragging him out of the puddle, letting him see.

“F-fuck...fuck, you’re...s-scared of me?” He asked nervously, watching Dust hide his face in his hood. Cross covered his skull with his arms, just as petrified. “D...Dust? Cross?” He hugged them both, concerned. “H-hey? I...I’m sorry, I didn’t...mean to...”

“...Night...” Dust mumbled “...d...don’t shout...please...”

“...o-or cry...” Cross pressed his face into Nightmare’s shoulder “I-I didn’t mean...to...”

“S...sorry...I’m s-sorry...” Dust whimpered, Nightmare didn’t move, overwhelmingly guilty for the two. “...don’t...don’t...p-please...”

“...I-I’m sorry...” He murmured “I’m sorry...” Sitting down slowly, he pulled the two with him, hugging them tighter. “...m’sorry, c...can you...forgive me...? I didn’t mean to shout...”

“...m...mhm...” Cross nodded, Dust didn’t respond.

“Dust...?”

“W-why am I...scared...?” Dust questioned quietly, confused about it. “I shouldn’t be b-but...you scared me and...and I-I’m scared...”

“I-I yelled...I yelled and...I shouldn’t have...n-not at you lot...” NIghtmare moved back and forth, only tightening his arms around them. “M’sorry, Dust...”

“...’tis...okay...” Dust whispered “...i-it’s okay...you d-didn’t mean it...”

“...a...after Error’s clothes are done...we’re gonna go destroy...I promise...”

“...mhmm...” Cross nodded into Nightmare again, feeling him get to his feet slowly. “Night?”

“Hm?”

“...is Error...okay?”

“...I don’t know...h-heh...” He wandered over to the washing machine, opening it, grabbing Error’s clothes and glancing back at the three skeletons behind him. “Where’s Horror?”

“...he said he needed to go visit someone, so...” Killer shrugged, Nightmare rolled his eye, easing off.

“...well...I’ll take these to Error and get him changed, then we can go destroy...” He said “...I’ll see you lot in the throne room...” Teleporting, he reappeared in front of Error, holding his clothes out. “Your highness...” He bowed a little, Error sighed, taking his clothes and pointing at the bedroom door.

“Out.”

“What?” Nightmare tilted his head a bit “You don’t want me to help you get changed?”

“No! I let you do it once! Now, get out!” He exclaimed, the oil monster scoffed slightly, crossing his arms and pouting at the glitch. “Night.” Error growled, annoyed. He shoved Nightmare backwards, opening the door and pushing him out, only for Nightmare to teleport behind him. He slipped Error’s pyjama jumper off with ease, causing the glitch to freeze up.

“See? Easy...” Nightmare purred, taking Error’s clean jumper and stuffing it over his skull. Error glared at him, unimpressed, yet also confused.

“H/ow come you’re able to remove people’s clothes so easily?” He questioned, Nightmare paused.

“Well...I’ve gotta give the other four nutcases baths and they don’t like water much either.” He explained simply “At first...it was a struggle, getting their clothes off but...” A tendril pulled his slippers off and pyjama trousers down as he looked away, another tugged his shorts on. Error stepped into his slippers, mildly intrigued.

“So, you’re like their...babysitter?” He queried, almost oblivious to the removal of his pyjamas.

“Mmm...I guess you can say that but...I don’t get paid and it’s practically a life-long job, heh.” Nightmare opened Error’s jacket, letting him push his arms into it. He zipped it up for him, pulling his hood over his face. “I don’t get why you lot hate water so much...”

“It’s not comfortable to be in...” Error replied, peering out from under his hood. “You like water?”

“I like cold baths.”

“...weirdo.” He smirked “I bet you sit in a bath full of ice.”

“Essentially.” Nightmare grinned “And you’ve essentially just let me strip you.” Error’s face immediately blew up with gold, realizing what Nightmare had done. The oil monster rubbed his knuckles into the top of his skull, still grinning. “Seems like you were distracted, huh?”

“Sh-sh/ut u//p!” Error glitched, coding covering his eyes.

“God, you’re adorable...” Nightmare chuckled, taking the glitch’s hand. “C’mon...I promised the others we’d go destroy after I got you changed.” He pulled him out the bedroom, down the hallway. Error said nothing, trying to sort out his glitching silently. “Hey?” Nightmare looked at him, watching him rub at the coding aggressively. “You okay there?”

“N/o! Y//ou’ve m/a/de m/e b//ug ou/t!” Error snapped, furious, Nightmare only laughed.

“Y’know...I know how to make it worse for you...” Error didn’t answer, too busy scratching at the code. Nightmare stopped walking, winding up with the glitch walking into him, halting when he did.

“N/igh//t, w/hy d//id y/ou--!” A light touch on his teeth immediately told him the reason why, jolting back, trying to stare at where Nightmare was.

“...would you believe me if I said it? Error?” He felt his cheeks being cupped, unsure, not able to move properly. He shook his head slowly “...what will I have to do to prove it to you?” Nightmare enquired quietly, Error raised his shoulders a bit, uncomfortable. “...if I said it...would you start to believe me?”

“I-I...I d//on’t...I d/on’t kn//ow...” He was taken aback, almost scared of the sudden shift from Nightmare. Yet, the oil monster was so calm about it, talking so smoothly as though he had done it countless times before.

“I care too much...heh...” Nightmare hugged him, pressing his teeth against Error’s cheek gently. “...love you, glitch.”

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Author’s note?

THIS ISN’T THE END THOUGH...

...IS IT?!?!

NAH...I DON’T KNOW HOW TO END STORIES, SOOO!

IT’S THE NEVER-ENDING STORYYYY....!!!