#but other times it's like. an otherwise very skilled piece like the faces and lighting and perspective and general anatomy look good

[yardsards]

every time u draw a canonically fat character as skinny an angel loses their wings

[mondaymelon]

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“...That’s the briefing. Any questions?” Sango uncrossed her arms, glancing up from the paper she was reading off of. It was a chilly evening at the Bantan Sango Detective Agency, and you regretted not bringing an extra layer of clothing with you to work.

You sighed, your exhale turning white in the frosty air. The sky had already blended black, tiny pin pricks of bright stars resembling white paint scattered on a midnight canvas hung like a dusty backdrop. The days had been growing colder of late, and the maple leaves that loosely clung to the trees now blanketed the cobblestone streets. “Typical of you to hand me over to some tiring task right before the festival… that other guy, genius detective Shikanoin Heizou, why not ask him instead and spare me the trouble?”

The brunette’s expression grew strained. “You know I don’t talk to him anymore. Besides, he quit a long time ago. He works for the Tenryou commission now, and I hear that quite the skilled man. Wherever he is, he always finds a way to boast about him, I suppose…” Her voice trailed off with an exasperated groan. “It doesn’t matter. Are you going to take the job or not?”

“Do I really have a choice?” Judging by her scammer-like smile, you already knew the answer before you asked the question.

“Nope.” And just like that, she thrusted the manila folder of information into your arms, several pieces of paper flying out of it in the process. “Have fun, I’ll see you at the Halloween Festival later!” She sprinted away before you could even get in another word.

As expected. Sango was rather stone-faced, yet she only grew more and more animated as you got to know her. You didn’t know exactly what happened between her and that redhead detective, but you weren’t one to pry for details the other wasn’t willing to provide. Besides, you still had Ryuuji to pester for help… not. He had long since gone home for a weekend vacation.

“This is why I’m miserable.” You shook your head, reluctantly glancing through the information in the files given.

[ 48 missing people.

No attacks on children. Prime targets seem to be young adults regardless of gender.

Only three bodies have been retrieved.

Bodies are drained of blood. Puncture wounds in neck. Inscriptions on body...

Last event was Oct 24. Tanaka Oda, aged 24. Inferred to have gone missing at night. Had gambling problems but otherwise was a clean slate. ]

“Shit, this sounds like something from a legend… couldn’t these just be wild animal attacks?” You examined the photos, spotting the sunken eyes and dry flesh. “Ah, but unless it was an 8 foot tall bat… and the runes. How the fuck would a bat write? The work of a cult, maybe? Human sacrifice has been a thing before, and that would certainly explain the markings on the corpses, would it not…?” You didn’t have enough evidence to come to conclusions now, nor the sufficient amount of sleep. You had never exactly been the most intelligent, which made you question why Sango had even assigned this case to you in the first place. To give it to the least capable detective in the workforce must’ve meant that it must be an insignificant mystery, right? Then it’d only be a while until all the threads came unraveled. That, at the very least, provided you with a sense of comfort.

That sensation was a fleeting one, shattered by the shrill cry of a woman in the distance. High-pitched. Terrified. You snapped your head up, hastily shoving the evidence in your arm and sprinting towards the sound. It happened again, a broken cry piercing through the misty night. Smoky tendrils swirled in the air and curled around your ankles.

Where had the civilians gone? There wasn't a soul in sight. There were no lights in the windows. Food stands were left unattended as smoke rose from their stoves.

You pulled out into a clearing. There she was. She couldn't have been more than twenty years of age, her paper-white skin contrasting with the pink on her cheeks. Her kimono was strewn, creased as if someone had grabbed her with force. You could see the blood seeping from the bite wound on her neck. Her skin was icy cold. Her pulse had gone dead.

No. Not a wild animal.

This... A word, one spoken in storybooks, flashed in your mind.

There wasn't time to dwell on it. You could feel your heart pounding against your ribcage. There was someone. In the alleyway. They had seen everything.

"Huk...!"

He made a sound, then his body crumpled to the ground.

His inanimate corpse glowed with a sinister energy. Lines of foreign words circling around his arms and chest blazed forth, shining a deep red against the black night. A tongue you couldn't comprehend. A forgotten, ancient language that had long since been buried.

His body gave a spasm, shaking. It was as if he was a doll, and his joints creaked and groaned as they bent in upon themselves. Where his heart should have resided instead was a crystal-cut ruby, quivering in the open air. His eyes bulged, and then they were no longer there, bursting into a fountain of red. Then, he stilled.

He didn't move again.

Silence. Suffocating. There was something building in the back of your throat. You could taste the bitter bile on your tongue.

"F...Fuck."

Two bodies, cruelly bent and misshapen. The woman in the clearing, the blood pooling from her wounds growing cold. Her face was an almost ashen gray, and her dead marble eyes stared blankly into the sky. What was there to look at?

Then, the man. Twisted arms hung morbidly from his frame. His bloody, mangled sockets lay bare as they gazed at nothing at all. His bloodied body slowly dissipated as ashes in the wind. It was the smell of iron.

You exhaled a shallow breath. You could feel the tremble of your hands as you held them over your mouth. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshit. You wanted to scream, cry. You shouldn't. You couldn't.

Droplets of crimson lay scattered on the ground. A trail of blood.

Blackened remains of the cursed. A trail of his ashes.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ.

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[irrelevantwriter]

Tactus

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Touchstarved!Female Reader/You

Rating: SFW, Angst, Comfort

Warnings: Language, angst, comfort, family shit, mentions of sick/divorced parents, touch-starved reader 

Word Count: 2263

Summary: An emotional moment gets the best of you. Eddie comforts you and realizes you need more than encouraging words.

A/N: I made myself cry writing this so I hope you hoes appreciate it. I went with a reader who was having a bit of an emotional breakdown and who also happened to be going through it. Oh, and touch starved. Which is coincidentally what the title of this fic is in Latin. Enjoy and share with your friends! Feedback is that good shit.💗

Disclaimer: As always, reader inserts are true reader inserts. If you find any specifics in regards to reader’s appearance, kindly let me know and I will fix that.

Disclaimer: Characters are of age in my fics.

*Check out my other Eddie fics here

*Masterlist in bio.

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Tears pooled in your eyes. A sob simmered just under the surface, but you did your best to hide it. You sniffled, taking a deep breath in. The action had little effect. Your lashes were still dotted with wetness, your mascara no doubt transferring to the skin under your eyes.

You shook your head, willing yourself to stop. Crying at work was the last thing you wanted to be doing. It was embarrassing, especially around a group of men who didn’t have the capacity to soothe a crying baby doll, much less an actual human.

You ignored the tightness in your chest and went about your evening routine of closing down the auto shop. You turned off the lights and locked the door, flipping the ancient sign in the window from OPEN to CLOSED. A few of the guys still worked in the garage, a bay left open to let the minimal summer breeze through.

You wiped away an errant tear as you made your way to the break room. You worked on autopilot, setting the coffee maker up for the morning, the men claiming to not know how the machine worked. They insisted you did it better. It was a ruse you were very much aware of, but you also didn’t mind. You did it anyway. It felt nice to be needed. Even if it was only for your subpar coffee skills.

The thought made a stream of moisture trail down your cheek, the movement startling you. Your hands shook as you bit your lip, on the cusp of a full blown crying fit. A  faint thud of boots and a melodic whistle sounded in your ears, signaling someone was approaching.

You knew that song. You knew that person.

You hurriedly turned away from the door, patting your face dry as Eddie Munson strolled in. He brought with him an aroma of motor oil and faded Old Spice, the cigarette he’d just smoked lingering on his clothes. You kept your head down, busying your hands with the coffee filters.

“Hey…didn’t know you were still here,” he offered, standing next to you at the sink.

You watched from the corner of your eye as he rinsed his coffee mug, the lettering across the front chipped and scratched. Once upon a time the piece of ceramic read Son of a Bitch with a caricature of the devil beneath it. It always made you laugh. Eddie was far from the devilish persona he liked to portray at times. He’d been the warmest and most welcoming of the bunch when you’d first started.

You cleared your throat, hoping the flood of emotions hadn’t made its way to your voice box yet, “Just finishing up.”

He nodded, placing the mug on the drying rack and making his way over to the fridge in the corner. He pulled out a can of cola, his name scrawled in black marker across the front. He always drank a soda at the end of the day. It was a habit you’d picked up on in your time as receptionist at the shop. All the guys had habits. Eddie’s habits were your favorite.

The pop and hiss of the can being opened reverberated in the otherwise empty room. He made his way back over to you, sipping loudly from the can.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“Because you’ve been counting the same stack of filters since I walked in.”

Your fingers stopped, pushing said filters away. You scoffed at his observation, still not meeting his eyes. “Just distracted.”

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, grease covered forearm shifting closer.

You shook your head.

“Sweetheart,” he called softly. Too soft.

You hesitantly met his gaze, feeling silly for the outburst you’d nearly allowed yourself to have.

His eyes were warm and welcoming, his lips pulled into a tender smile, but when he noticed the redness in your own eyes and the drops clinging to your lash line, his brows furrowed.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” you said with a shake of your head, wiping the evidence away.

“Did something happen?”

He reached a hand out, but didn’t touch you. He hovered over your shoulder, wanting to but not crossing that line. You were coworkers. Friends even. But you’d never touched one another. Not with intention. And when he didn’t inch closer, you realized how badly you wanted it.

“Just some stuff with my parents. It’s kind of a shit show right now,” you offered, voice betraying your real emotions.

“Can I do anything?”

You smiled up at him, heart warming at the sight of such a selfless human. You hadn’t known they still existed.

More tears came.

“Woah, what happened?” Eddie asked, brown orbs going wide with panic as he set his can of soda to the side.

You’d frightened him. You could see the worry in his face; that he’d said something wrong. It was quite the opposite.

“M’fine,” you sniffled, willing the tears to stop. But they wouldn’t. Everything rushed back to the surface, making you feel vulnerable and way too exposed.

“Says the girl sobbing in front of me,” he deadpanned.

The comment made you giggle, a hiccup following.

His expression flipped at seeing a hint of a smile on your lips. “There she is.”

You were both quiet for a moment, the hum of the appliances a constant in the background. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, feeling Eddie’s gaze on you. Humiliation crept its way up your spine.

And then, a warm caress near your shoulder made you pause. It was slight and hardly noticeable, but you felt it nonetheless. Felt the heavy weight of his rings through your blouse as he rubbed soothing circles. Felt the hard calluses of his fingers rub against the fabric. Felt the warmth.

The unexpected contact had a duality you weren’t prepared for. Your senses came alive while your body succumbed to the comfort, relaxing in on itself. You swore you could feel every microscopic aspect of his touch. And yet it all blended together to create the most all consuming embrace.

A simple touch set you aflame.

“My dad is really sick. And my mom can’t deal with it. I’ve been helping them out. With finances and doctors appointments. But it’s not easy. Especially when my mom talks about divorcing my dad. It’s just…,” you stopped to catch your breath, feeling your lip begin to tremble. “A lot.”

Eddie didn’t say anything for a while. He’d pulled his hand away while you’d been speaking and you already missed it.

“Jesus, M’sorry sweetheart. That’s…shit,” he sighed, scratching at his stubbly chin.

You nodded at his words, laughing at his interpretation. “The shittiest,” you agreed.

You finally turned to face him, no longer hiding your tear-stricken face. You thought you saw something akin to sadness pass over his features before it was quickly wiped away.

“M’sorry,” you apologized with a self-deprecating laugh, accepting the balled up paper towel he’d torn off the roll for you.

“What’re you sorry for?”

“For crying at you. Unloading all my shit.”

“Hey,” he paused, making you meet his eyes at the seriousness in his tone. “Don’t apologize for that. You can always talk to me.”

You simply nodded, fearing words would fail you.

“I’ve never seen you cry before.”

“That’s not really unusual. I don’t have many reasons to cry most days. Despite my current predicament,” you joked, gesturing to your wet eyes and sniffly nose.

“You’ve seen me cry,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, when Brady brought that puppy he found near the creek that you wanted to adopt,” you explained with a laugh, thinking back on the memory.

“Because he wouldn’t let me,” Eddie added, pouting.

“Because you try to adopt every animal you come across.”

He shrugged, a wide smile on his lips.

“I’m not big on crying. Or emotions really,” you confessed, wringing the tattered paper towel in your hands. You avoided his gaze, but a gentle tip of your chin made his mahogany stare meet yours. He didn’t move his finger away from you. Instead, he trailed the digit up and over your cheek, cupping your face in his palm.

“This okay?” he whispered, watching you.

“Yes,” you croaked, trying hard not to let your eyes fall shut at the feel of his skin on yours.

“It’s been awhile, huh?”

The question lingered in the air, your silence a response.

“Since someone touched you like this. Like you matter.”

His words made your heart stutter, the burn behind your eyes now unbearable. Could he really see all of that just by looking at you? Could he sense it?

“I-I,” you struggled to respond, shame clouding your mind. The raw emotion of overexposure came back tenfold and you stepped away.

“Don’t. Don’t do that, sweetheart.”

“Do what?” you practically growled, hating that he was seeing you like this.

“Push me away.” He said the words like it pained him to say them.

“Don’t do that,” you threw back. “Don’t act like you care.”

“I do care.”

“Why?”

He stared at you for a long moment. So long that you became uncomfortable.

“What kind of question is that?” he asked with a shake of his head. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it.

He moved forward, closing the distance between you both. You fought against the urge to pull back, waiting for his next move.

He approached you as one would a wild horse. With ease and patience. He extended his hand back towards you, angling for your face. You didn’t flinch when skin met skin. Rather, you basked in it. You closed your eyes and burrowed into his heat.

“Just—just let me help you.”

You'd never heard him so desperate before.

The question was on your tongue, ready to roll off.

Why?

He could see it in your eyes.

“I like you.”

Why?

He shrugged, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

You laughed, the sound watery and broken, but there all the same.

A single tear slid down your cheek and into his palm. His thumb lightly traced the curve of your lips, still gently cradling your cheek. You succumbed to him, too weak to deny your body of such intimacy. Because he was right. It had been too long since someone had touched you with meaning. With care. With a fragility you deserved but weren’t often afforded. Too many times you’d been dropped and broken and shattered, put back together in a half-assed attempt at mending.

“Close your eyes,” he softly demanded, his sugary laced breath hitting you in the face.

You obeyed, spine straightening when you felt his free hand land on your other cheek. You waited, anxiety soaring through your veins like the blood that pumped through them.

“S’okay,” Eddie soothed. He was closer, you could feel it. You could practically hear his heartbeat. “I got you.”

His chapped lips lightly touched yours, giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted. When you didn’t, he surged forward, kissing you none too gently. Like he’d been waiting for the chance. The notion made you melt. Melt right into his hands.

You kissed him back, albeit with less fervor. It’d been so long. And both your body and mind were struggling to play catch up. But the minute his hands drifted down to your hips, you lost yourself. Finally feeling anchored in a sea of thunderous waves.

You only pulled back when air became a necessity, realizing you’d been clinging to his stained t-shirt. You became bashful suddenly, avoiding his ever observant gaze.

“M’sorry,” he mumbled, catching you off guard.

You looked at him in question, hoping he didn’t regret what had just taken place. “For what?”

“For not doing that sooner. For everything you're going through. For the pain you’re feeling.”

The words came out jumbled and entirely too fast, but you caught every syllable. Neither of you were surprised this time when a trickle of tears escaped your eyes.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Eddie.”

He nodded, pulling you close. It wasn’t until he’d wrapped his arms around you that you realized he was hugging you. A full body hug.

His arms held you tight, but not too tight. Just enough to make you feel safe. His chin was tucked near your forehead, allowing you to nuzzle into his chest. His scent wafted through your nostrils, soothing you like a fidgety toddler.

And it worked. Oh how it worked.

“Let me take you home, yeah?” he asked into your hair, his breath making the strands move against your scalp.

“Okay.”

“I’ll stop and get you some food. Anything you want.”

His chest vibrated under you, luring you in closer. The act was physically impossible. You were as close as two people could get. And yet, you wanted more. You were utterly addicted to his touch.

He pulled back too soon for your liking, but he made up for it by dragging his lips across your forehead. You closed your eyes at the sensation, lost in it.

“You’re so pretty.”

You blinked, seeing him staring at you in what could only be described as awe.

“I’m a mess,” you replied with a shake of your head, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“So,” he grabbed your hand, pulling it to his chest. “You can still be pretty and a mess.”

You laughed, unable to come up with a retort. “Thank you.”

And you meant it. For more than just his words. And he somehow understood.

“No problem, sweetheart. I got you.”

[glassrowboat]

“you’re not fine, you’re trembling. let me help you, please.” Baizhu ofc. x reader or x whatever ship you feel like for him! Bonus points if he’s receiving this piece of dialogue rather than saying it 🫶

Scales of Time. Michi.

Author's note: I am not proud of this, but I wrote it so THERE. That's what matters! :) I can always write it again when my skills improve anyway.

Michi is she/they

Word count: 4100+

The market was the same as always, bustling even as the crowds were slowing down to a halt as shops started to close down. Vendors, just as always, were in a rush to pack up and head home for the day. Even the one Baizhu had just been visiting as the sign flipped to read closed the very moment he had been handed the exact amount of change.

Coins clinked against each other in his open palm as the vendor wished Baizhu a pleasant evening.

Many a passers-by echoed the sentiment as Baizhu strolled through Chihu Rock, all ranging from how good it was to see Liyue's best doctor out and about instead of being cooped up in the pharmacy to wishing he gets home safe. Many were patients Baizhu found himself smiling at and sharing their sentiments, telling them to rest well, and others were the last few straggling merchants trying to drag a customer in from the hustle and bustle Baizhu was making his way through.

Each step had the paper bag in his hand crinkling, only to sway back and forth like it hadn't just brushed against his leg. A pendulum to Changsheng's ever watching eyes as her head moved back and forth to watch it. No doubt she was already eagerly waiting to get back to Bubu pharmacy to partake in tonight's dinner he had picked up from the South Wharf.

“Patience.” Baizhu chastised.

“You say that, but I'm sure you're hungry too.”

“And I don't recall claiming otherwise.” Baizhu's fingers brushed along her head, scratching at the pearlescent scales even as Changsheng huffed in annoyance as he said: “but you need to wait a little longer.”

Even with his leisurely pace, Baizhu couldn't deny the smell was getting to him to, twisting his stomach.

“Qiqi won't even remember if we were to eat before her.”

“And Gui?” Baizhu asked.

“We could say we got caught up by some people. Or-” Changsheng's intense stare off with the bag finally ended as she looked up at the sky. Overcast clouds blocked out the sun, turning the once brilliant blue sky a dreary gray. “We were simply being cautious of the weather and decided to eat in the meantime.”

“It would be best to get indoors.” Baizhu found himself admitting as he looked up at the sky with a pinched brow.

Her other comment? Well, he could ignore that for now.

Another vendor called out to him, cutting off Changsheng from what she was about to say (no doubt another sassy retort) as they waved their hand in front of Baizhu's face. Umbrellas lined their stand, hanging from every string and piece of bamboo, keeping it together. Though, it still looked unstable as the bars kept the overhead canopy together tilted back and forth with each gentle breeze tickling his hair.

“Doctor Baizhu!” The vendor shouted even with Baizhu standing only two feet away from him. Clearly, Baizhu would have to check this man's hearing the next time he visited the pharmacy. “We're selling if you're interested? It's a buy one get one half off deal.”

Changsheng curled back into his neck from the loud voice as Baizhu shook his head. “No, I'm sure we'll make it back quite alright without one. Besides, I doubt it will rain just yet when the sky has been like this all day.”

From daybreak to now the sun hadn't peaked out once to shine light on a single soul's face. She must be shy today.

But oh, how wrong he was as Baizhu was now stuck under the red stairs lining Feiyun Slope's towering buildings. Some lanterns had already been lit, glowing a soft orange that barely rivaled the gloom of the downpour coming down.

The sounds of drumming came down endlessly as the concrete street quickly became dark and water pooled on the steps Baizhu was hiding under. With a drip, the pool spilled over and fell down onto his neck with a pitter patter.

Changsheng was busy hissing up at the puddle like it personally went out of its way to wrong her as Baizhu sighed at the predicament he found himself in.

The once bustling crowd seemed to disappear without so much a wet footprint once the rain had come down.

“You stranded us.”

“Hardly.” Baizhu breathed out, trying to keep his exasperation from creeping into his voice. “We're merely…taking a short rest. It is a rare occasion for us these days to sit and watch the day go by without having our hands busy. We are simply making up for that now, Changsheng.”

“And dinner's getting cold.”

“And we have a stove at home that could easily warm the food back up.”

She truly was in a mood today complaining about whatever she could. Usually, she would be whispering in Baizhu's ear about the latest gossip. Yesterday, it was about how Ying’er and her fling from Mondstadt were talking about their future together, including marriage. The day before that? Baizhu had been regaled with the entire situation involving Chaoxi and his two timing ways.

All Changsheng's words, of course, not his. A doctor couldn't possibly be caught gossiping about his patients, even if he found the drama entertaining.

Though it was always funny seeing Changsheng acting like an old woman desperate for her next soap opera.

Another drop of water landed on his back, startling Baizhu into standing up straight as can be as his head turned back to look at where the water was dripping down from.

Pitter patter.

“Do you think we can head back and get an umbrella?”

Baizhu replied: “I'm sure they have all been sold out by now.” Especially with how eager the vendor had been when Baizhu was passing by. Surely, they had gone out like hot cakes on a cool fall day.

“So we're stuck.” She groaned.

As soon as Baizhu hummed in confirmation, her eyes were back on the paper bag he sat down on the walk beside him. “Meaning we have no reason not to eat our orders to help pass the time?”

“Changsheng.”

With a grumble of something or another at his warning tone, Changsheng tucked herself back against his neck, settling herself in for what would likely be a long wait if the pounding of the rain was anything to go by.

The cold didn't do anything to help his aches either, slowly creeping in on his knees and elbows like bugs to stray bits of food left out in the open. Mindlessly, he rubbed at them, trying to find something to pass the time.

Pitter patter.

Baizhu was about to open his mouth, try to stir up conversation with Changsheng once again to keep him distracted from the chill in the air and the few lights dancing along the reflecting pools in the street only for his vision to be blocked by bright reds and oranges washing away the gray like the sun finally came out to say a quiet hello.

Shining her rays of warmth as poppies and dragonflies filled the sky.

They were painted on an umbrella, each brush stroke clearly done with as much love and care as the artist could manage as the wings seemed to almost come to life before his eyes that slowly dropped to meet the person holding it. And dropped a little lower as he realized the top of this stranger's head only reached his chin.

Their arm outstretched in an attempt at keeping him and Changsheng dry under their shared cover.

“You know, I may not understand Liyuean culture much, at least not yet, anyway, but I don't think getting caught in the rain is a part of it.”

There was a black painted smile on their face adorned by golden spiked piercings (ironically enough, they were snake bites), as she met his gaze.

For a moment, he was tempted to play along. To claim that: “actually, rain watching is an important tradition here. One we tend to take seriously so it ought to be honored properly,” but the way Changsheng tightened around his neck had Baizhu stopping short; forcing Baizhu to take the stranger in.

They certainly didn't look like she was from Liyue, only making her words about not being familiar with the customs here sink in like a foot in loose sand.

“Are you new to Liyue then, miss?” Baizhu asked.

“Michi. And yeah, I just got in about a…week ago? Something like that.”

Her hand smoothed out her dress, fiddling with it as she tried to wipe off nonexistent dust. It was a pale green color that had Baizhu wondering when his next visit to Chenyu Vale would be just to see the stillwater jade floating atop a pond. Ripples would alway float across the water every time a lily pad dared to move even the slightest bit sending the dragonflies flying off at the slightest disturbance, whooshing past him with little to no care even as they brushed past his cheek.

It was the image of home.

Right before the miasma started to creep in, Baizhu thought as his eyes flicked to her smile.

Pitter patter.

“Baizhu.” He offered in turn.

“Oh, I know.” They waved her hand dismissively. “You're a bit of a celebrity around these parts, or as much of one as a doctor can be….but tell me, do you have a hobby of rain watching, or are you just stuck here?”

Baizhu hummed softly, the timber causing Changsheng to peak out from her spot against his neck she had happily been curled up in. “As beneficial as watching the rain can be for relaxation, I'm afraid to admit I may have…”

“Misjudged the weather?” Michi asked.

Baizhu muttered a quiet yes as he looked back up at the umbrella she was holding above him. The painted bugs were easier to look at than the look Michi was sporting; it was far too obvious she was trying not to outright laugh at him.

“Happens to the best of us.”

With a nod, Baizhu said: “And always at the worst of times.”

“You can say that again.” Changsheng whispered in his ear as Michi took a step towards him and offered her arm out. Like she was expecting Baizhu to simply take it.

“Well, Doc, care to let me escort you out of this poor predicament you found yourself in?”

“Oh, I couldn't possibly-” Baizhu's hand moved from his elbow (the very one he had been massaging at while groaning about the cold) to Michi's arm, trying to encourage her to drop it back down to their side even as his fingers seemed to spark back to life, brushing away the cold like it never existed, as his skin touched hers. “I would hate to make you go out of your way.”

“‘Make me go out of my way’ you say? Maybe I just want to learn more about this pretty doctor I'm hearing everyone talking about.”

Changsheng chuckled in his ear as Baizhu's eyes snapped down to look at Michi as they called him pretty. He could almost hear the comments his companion had for him once the two of them were alone again; something along the lines of ‘trying not to be so obvious when he's flustered lest she need to cover for him again,’ was already playing in his head.

Baizhu's smile strained.

“That's too kind of you, really, but-”

“But?”

“I couldn't possibly bother you, miss, especially after only just meeting you. It certainly would reflect poorly-”

“Okay, we can do this whole back and forth thing for, like, ten minutes or you could just give in and let me walk you home.” Michi’s head cocked ever so slightly to the side, their brown hair tickling over her shoulders. “Unless you want to reenact a cheesy romance scene where it's raining and the two lovers are looking at each other longingly with hearts in their eyes?”

With a hand to her heart, Michi dramatically stated: “You’re not fine, you’re trembling from this pouring rain. Let me help you, please.”

“Are you always like this?” Changsheng asked, as straight to the point as ever.

“Yeah, basically.”

It took a moment for Michi to look back up at Changsheng who was happily wrapped around Baizhu's neck, the realization a snake had just talked slowly but surely settling in, only for them to mutter “this might as well happen.”

Certainly not the worst reaction he's ever seen, especially when she wasn't shrieking at him like the Traveler's little white-haired companion did.

Pitter patter.

“And if I were to turn your offer down, I suppose you will only insist once more?”

“You know it, Doc. But, I can go on about how you can't take care of Liyue if you don't let Liyue take care of you if that convinces you to play along.”

Baizhu hummed softly as he took in Michi’s tone. It was the same one he would use on stubborn patients who insisted there was no need to change their diet: completely no nonsense.

With a “no, that won't be necessary” Baizhu acquiesced. Moving out from the shelter he had no choice but to run to when the rain had started Baizhu ducked under her umbrella, leaving the red stairs and the drops of water constantly adding to the chill running down his back behind.

“Oh, and-” Reaching down, Michi grabbed his bag (and almost hit his face in the process). “Best not to forget this, yeah? Now come along.”

Michi didn't even give Baizhu the chance to take the bag from her as they walked, quickly holding it out of the reach of his outstretched hand.

“You said you only arrived in Liyue Harbor a week ago, then?” Baizhu asked as they strolled through the street, each step met with the soft splash of water that threatened to soak through his shoes.

In turn, her heels clicked against the pavement.

“Yeah, just set up my own stall and all that jazz.” Michi adjusted the umbrella in her grip, raising it a little higher so Baizhu didn't have to duck to fit under it with her. “Though, that's all a little boring in comparison to your talking snake there.”

“It's Changsheng.” The very same talking snake snapped.

“Cool. So, are you like a sock puppet brought to life by a wandering blue fairy with a stick that has a star attached to it? And this next question is totally unrelated, but does your nose grow when you lie?”

Baizhu held back his sigh as Changsheng huffed out a remark.

Puddles filled the street, pointing out every crack and divet that had been ignored in favor of putting the funds for proper care elsewhere. Funneled away while he was left occasionally seeing a child or two tripping over them time and time again even as their parents scolded them for not being cautious of their surroundings. In the end, they would usually be brought by the pharmacy for a quick clean up of their scraped hands and knees before being sent on their merry way.

The little kids would usually turn back once they reached the end of the staircase they were climbing down with a wave and a quick shout of "thank you, Doctor Bai!”

Baizhu's eyes dropped to another crack in the street, one he would have to personally put an order in for it to be addressed as he listened to the two going back and forth. They had been bickering the entire way up to Bubu Pharmacy, having no issue going back and forth making retort after retort that had Baizhu trying to stifle his laughter.

Michi’s comments of how Changsheng was a glorified necklace only stopped when the three of them were under Bubu’s roof standing all together as they were once again shielded from the rain.

Gui smiled at him from behind the counter.

Knowing him, Baizhu would have to explain how he got caught up in the rain only to be saved by a Good Samaritan when they close up the shop.

“Home sweet home.” Changsheng mused as she waved at Gui using the tip of her tail, wagging it back and forth.

“Indeed. It hardly suits either of us to be out here when it's so damp.” Scratching under Changsheng's chin, Baizhu looked over at Michi, placing his bag down on the wooden table in the pharmacy. Her heels left footprints along the floor leading up to where she was as Michi plopped it down. Rather unceremoniously to boot.

“Alright, Doc, it seems your trip has been completed. You even got home all safe and sound.” Michi said in a sing-song voice.

She passed by him quickly, moving back to the patio, shoes already threatening to meet the stairs as Baizhu spoke up.

“I truly must thank you. If it weren't for you, Changsheng and I surely would have been waiting under those stairs until the rain had finally stopped.”

“It's no sweat, really."

Changsheng whispered in Baizhu's ear, telling him how Michi had mumbled “just be sure to give me a five-star rating” under her breath. It certainly proved handy in more ways than one to always have her wrapped around his neck.

“Would you like to stay until the weather clears? I can put on a kettle and make you a cup of tea. It's the least I can do.”

Their heel fell back on the patio as Michi turned around to look at him, umbrella still in hand even as they stood under the beams supporting the green tiled roof of Bubu. Spinning it in her hold, he could see the poppies and dragonflies. A carousel in her hold. Round and round.

Though Baizhu could have sworn a single iridescent wing twitch, if only for a second. He pulled his glasses off, wondering if he might need a new prescription only to be met with a single drop of water sliding down the lenses.

“Chat and tea, huh? My, I might start feeling like a noble lady with such treatment.”

“I don't think a lady would be as snippy as you, miss.”

Michi shrugged, seemingly perfectly unbothered by his jest. “Maybe not in front of a gentleman like you, no, but who are we to say?”

Changsheng shifted against his neck, freeing herself from the cover of his hair to stick her head out towards Michi. Tongue flicking out. “And you need a towel.”

Sliding his glasses back on Baizhu, he could feel the crystal he had hanging off of them brush against his face as he looked back up at Michi. Their left shoulder was clearly sopping wet, her sleeve a hue deeper than the distinct green she wore.

Had she-

“A little water won't kill me.” Michi stated.

“This thing called hypothermia says otherwise.” Changsheng retorted.

“Hypo what now?” At both their looks, Michi added: “I was joking.”

Baizhu looked back at Gui, a silent look shared between the two. That was all it took for him to start moving to get up and grab a towel from the back even as Michi was rolling her eyes at the sight of the fluffy white material.

“I see the pretty doctor prefers it when people respect his wishes.”

She snatched the towel from Gui’s hand, almost startling the man as he took a step back from them. With a quick “you're welcome” at her thank you he was already back in Bubu ruffling through their takeout.

Baizhu could just barely hear Gui say “Oh good, it's still warm,” as he took out the containers and placed them along the table. Honey sesame chicken for Gui, egg drop soup for Baizhu, some cut up meat for Changsheng, and almond tofu for Qiqi. All aligned perfectly.

Odd, for how long he was out there, Baizhu could have sworn the food would have gone cold by now.

“It is my duty to make sure every patient that climbs up those stairs-” the very ones that had him taking a break just to sit down and recover from the strain they put on his body every time Baizhu climbed up them- “is well taken care of. That includes you.”

Michi looked up at him for a moment, only to wink and teasingly add in: “Aren't you charming?”

Baizhu's fingers tapped against his thigh as Michi once again brushed his concern off like it was nothing.

“Michi-” He tried to scold.

“And I have somewhere to be.”

She had an awfully bad habit of cutting him off. Not even Changsheng, with her need to always flex her sharp wit, would jump at every opportunity to stop Baizhu short.

He was about to say something else when Changsheng chimed in. “And what could be so important you have to handle it now?”

“Like I said, I have a shop to attend to, I just moved in so there's plenty of boxes to unpack, and I need to figure out the layout of this city because I can't handle asking that one kid with blue hair and a cheeky smile where I am again.”

Changsheng and Baizhu shared a glance as they both came to the same conclusion about who Michi was talking about.

“Then,” Baizhu said, “at least know the pharmacy is always open to all patients. Even shop owners with a bad habit of letting their tongue fly too freely.”

“Oh, you've been paying attention to my tongue now?”

As they spoke, Michi laid the towel, now slightly damp, over the wooden railing lining the platform Bubu pharmacy had been erected on.

“Kidding. I'm just kidding.” Michi laughed at Baizhu's wide eyes.

“Right…Right…” Baizhu whispered to himself. “I knew that, miss.”

Ignoring Changsheng's ‘sure you did,’ Baizhu looked back at Gui, now accompanied by a purple hat just barely peeking over the table (no doubt it was Qiqi) settling down for dinner.

Baizhu couldn't help the smile on his face at the sight, especially when he already knew Changsheng was aching to join those two and partake in dinner herself.

“Surely waiting for the rain to stop wouldn't hinder you?”

Turning back to Michi, Baizhu was stopped short at the sight of wet prints on the ground right where they had been standing, the towel she had been given before still hanging off the railing, and a dull orange glow out of the corner of his eye. Just like the lanterns that had been lining the street. Barely standing out against the bleak weather, but eye-catching nonetheless.

Looking down Michi had already descended the stairs, standing in the middle of the square like she belonged there with an umbrella held high in the air as rain came down hitting it with a pitter patter before sliding along and falling to the ground.

A pyro vision just barely flashed, swaying back and forth as it hung from a golden thread before poppies and dragonflies blocked it out of his sight again as Michi turned around to offer him a wave goodbye.

Baizhu was waving her goodbye before he could even think about it, half expecting her to call out a thank you despite knowing there was no need to.

With that, he turned back to the two waiting at the table and slid in beside them, already helping plate Qiqi's food.

“There's no need to hide anymore.” Michi scolded as she walked away.

That seemed to be enough to draw her little friend's attention as it whizzed around her, flying like a spark after the loud bang of a firework went off as a dragonfly covered in flames landed on her shoulder.

It didn't even sting as she looked down at the creature snuggled up against her, having long since gotten used to the heat it emitted. Wide eyes seemed to see all, even as smoke clogged its vision.

No longer were the sound of fluttering wings, only the click of her shoes and the endless drumming of the sky. Perhaps the gods were crying somewhere. Weeping.

Filling each crack and divet with their tears that splashed at her ankles as she stepped into a puddle.

Finally, her breathing slowed down, heart settling, and her fidgeting stopped as the umbrella lay still in the palm of her hand.

“What was I supposed to do?” Michi asked the dragonfly, a huff of annoyance in her voice. “Leave him there when that pretty boy looked like a wet cat stuck in a cardboard box? Honestly, it was absolutely pathetic.”

But he smiled at her nonetheless, took her arm, and-

Scoffing at herself, Michi's heel hit the pavement with a heavy click, throwing the thought of the doctor out of her mind with it.

“Come now, we can't afford to be distracted.”

[writingforatwistedworld]

For the event, sebek with E, J and K?

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, murder, death, blood, violence, religion

E/J/K

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Down to his bare soul

Let’s be honest, we all know that Sebek's loyalty pulverizes the limits that others usually don’t cross

So is it that much of a surprise when he will show you every single bit of his being, hoping that he can earn your favor?

There are parts though he wouldn’t feel too comfortable showing you which leads to him becoming silent when it’s about them

Well, I would also be ashamed if I had impaled another individual on a sharp piece of metal

He just wants you to see him in a positive light all whilst bearing everything to you

Into his darkest depths

It’s already established that he also shows you his not so pretty sides but there are a few things that he wouldn’t show you

But if you have known him for a really long time and somehow convinced him that you don’t mind if he is not perfect then he might crack

Ok, he definitely will because there is just so much guilt

There are times when he is acting like a completely different person, not being able to control what he does

He had been trained with the sword so you might imagine how bad that can get

Please just accept him! There is nothing else he wants more

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Becoming controlling

Sebek is an individual that can become very jealous very fast

Just take a look at Malleus, he is already bad enough with *ahem* “WAKA-SAMAAAA!”

So how could you have ever expected that he would be calm if someone even just stands next to you?

What does he do to stop those feelings? By being controlling

Where others would be relaxed and let you do your own thing he is watching you always

And if there is something he disapproves of? Well then he says that he will do it instead of you and that this kind of task is below you

Making sure that the “vermin” stays away once and for all

Remember that “him becoming angry” thing? Yeah

He putting his skills to use is all I’m saying

What is so interesting in all of this is that he believes that he does this for your good

No convincing himself, no hard feelings, just genuine belief that what he is doing is right

Just don’t ask him where that stain is from

Otherwise he might spill all the dirty details

You really don’t want to know

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Nothing but pure devotion

Like already said, Sebek can be “a bit much” when it comes to those he idolizes

So imagine how bad it is when he stands in front of the one he deems as his God

Mhm. Yes. Full on center of his world. No escape for you

Sometimes you can't help but to feel like he would paint the world red, ripping it apart atom by atom just for you

But nah. He wouldn't do that, right? Right??!

Every single one of your wishes is his command to act so better keep your voice down unless you want him to get into a lot of trouble

In public

Sebek seems more like a guard than someone who is ready to chew someone's head off for you

But don't be fooled by his cold exterior

He is boiling with bloodlust whenever someone dares to glance into your direction

After all, everything could be a threat and who is he to allow someone or something to harm you?

But when someone still dares to approach you?

Well, he would have told them to go away if you were Malleus but you aren't and now he is remembering their face so that he can “visit” them. Just for tea and some cake. You know, supposedly harmless stuff

Yeah no. They are already dead

In private

If you let him he is laying his head in your lap, basking in your presence

If not, then he is doing all kinds of things to impress you

The thing is, Sebek genuinely wants this to work out

He wants you to like him as much as he adores you (impossible but my man has at least a dream)

You could tell him to skin a squirrel, eat its insides and he would happily do so if he could finally get at least somewhat close to you

Long story short, he is desperate for your affection and would do anything to get even just a glimpse of it

[crownedmango]

Jay and Silent Bob Headcannons

Figured I’d finally post these here, Probably super unoriginal but shhh

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•Silent Bob is cannonically Gay! As for other things, I think it’s the usual cis male with He/Him pronouns and all that jazz- but he’s slaying regardless

•As for Jay, I’m not sure what his actual confirmed orientation is, but I believe he’s pansexual with a heavy lean towards males/masc presenting (and has definetly struggled with that part of him-)! He probably uses He/They pronouns too- look at him- GNC lookin’ motherfucker

•They sell a shit ton of weed during the pride parades they go to! They adore the events and do practically every activity available to them. Their best seller is the joints rolled in rainbow papers and the multicolored weed inside. They will also beat the ever loving fuck out of cops and assholes trying to cause problems - Somehow they never get hurt during this… probably because someone above is watching them do it with a warm smile on her face

•Jay Doodles, a LOT - All while Silent Bob was using his creativity to be an engineering and tech genius, Jay was focusing on his music and art. The two obviously didn’t go into any job fields, but they still very much have these skills refined. Jay mostly shows his talent off with his constant singing and dancing, but from time to time he’ll get out a sketchbook and pencil and start doodling whatever comes to mind… We’ll just say it’s mostly Silent Bob he draws, he is his muse after all!

•Jay is a loud mouth and Silent Bob is- well- Silent, obviously- but regardless, they sometimes switch these roles and Jay is actually a way better listener than most people think. Silent Bob only ever really talks when he needs to, is telling his Chasing Amy tale, or when it’s just him and Jay and he feels safe

•Jay collects a lot of trinkets. Shiny things, Nerdy stuff, whatever people decide to try and trade in for weed- things like that, and Silent Bob is more than happy to keep it safe in that trench coat of his until they get back to the apartment

•Speaking of said Trench Coat, Jay will hide himself against Silent Bob and keep himself tucked away in said coat and against the other, especially if it’s too cold out. Jay’s gone “missing” on occasion because of this

•You’ve never seen PDA before until you’ve seen these bitches. Yeah normally they’re just standing around, goofing off, but they also end up very handsy with one one another, holding hands, holding one another, kisses, the whole shabang! Anyone interrupts them while it’s happening and they’ll simply gaslight you into believing otherwise or just act like nothing happened

•Silent Bob actually works out quite a bit, so he’s more-so muscle than he is fat, though he’s still got quite a bit of chub - and Jay goes crazy for it despite the more-so “mean” nicknames. Jay always sits and politely (ferally- actually-) watches the other work out - Jay acts as a hype man the whole time and is in charge of the tunes that play

•Jay has a horrible habit of Stealing Silent Bob's shirts to wear around the house on lazy days to the point most of Silent Bob’s wardrobe is in Jays room, and he has to always go in and take all his stuff back

•As mentioned before they’re totally cool with PDA, but sometimes they have to be more discrete due to just how the people around them act and feel about it, so something Silent Bob likes to do is light Jays joints with his Cigarette, and Jay goes crazy for it every single time

•They totally shotgun their joints too

•The only person whose opinions Jay cares about is Silent Bobs, everyone else is practically white noise to him, and he always brushes them off or quips back with something brutal. When Silent Bob has something negative to tell him, gets angry or annoyed with him, anything of the sort, Jay feels like he’s shattered into a million pieces, and it takes him a moment to recollect himself again, and he always goes unnaturally quiet for a while, but the two always have an eventual heart to heart about it, and things are quick to be patched up and worked on. Silent Bob rarely does get upset at Jay though, playfully annoyed at most, as being with the blonde every second of everyday he’s learned extreme patience for the other - especially since Jays mouth always moves faster than his brain 90% of the time

•They always take care of each others hair given how long they have it, however Jay’s usually needs higher maintenance given how blonde and long it is and god knows that man couldn't sit still long enough to take care of it himself (Some Days Silent Bob practically has to wrangle the other in long enough for him enough to even brush it)

•Jay’s very sensitive on the scalp and ears, and people have a terrible habit of trying to feel his hair without asking due to its general length, Softness, and almost impossible golden color, so he constantly makes sure he’s wearing his beanies (he feels naked without them regardless of the touchy problem). The only time he lets someone touch those areas is of course Silent Bob, who always gently works his fingers through the other’s hair and knows just exactly what causes the other to practically melt and purr from the sensation

•Silent Bob and Jay actually both know ASL since Silent Bob is a selective mute, but Silent Bob tends to play charades or use his phone for emojis cause he thinks it’s funnier to make everyone guess

•They slow dance with one another quite a lot - It was one of the few things that caught Jays attention when he’d sit and endure those “stupid romancey chick flicks” that Silent Bob liked to watch, and he had instantly clung onto the idea.. now it’s just something they do every now and again

•Usually Silent Bob does all the fighting on behalf of Jay, since the loud mouth is prone to getting himself into a handful of situations - a lot of the situations are mind blowing on how he even managed to get himself there - and Silent Bob is his muscle anyways, so it’s expected by most. Silent Bob usually can step in and swing before anything can even happen to Jay, but if the blonde gets hurt to any degree it’s like something snaps in Silent Bob, and he becomes an immovable force, a powerhouse, A- well- you get it, he gets scary.. he managed to effortlessly toss two angels out of a moving train after all. Jay always swoons when watching the other fight for him, practically sends tingles down his spine every time

•They go on double dates with Dante and Randal from time to time, and by God it is always an experience, the two chatter boxes that are Jay and Randal, are constantly going back and forth about whatever comic, movie or insane train of thought they managed to land on the entire time, while Silent Bob and Dante sit quietly and listen to the other two, they exchange unspoken words from time to time, Dante always breaking his silence however to scold Randal or defend himself from whatever insane “fact” Randal had spouted out, which then causes the two to go on and on about whatever it had been while Jay and Silent Bob sit and laugh at the bickering couple. It’s always a nice time though, they’ve all become better friends over time and they’re like an odd little family

•Their wedding wasn’t all that much really, a simple little party with their friends, Dante and Randal the best men obviously - and of course, God herself there to officiate the wedding.. The Metatron did most of the talking though. Their rings are simple golden bands with eachothers names engraved on the inner part of the rings, most of the time they keep them somewhere else like in a pocket or around their neck, or leave them at home, they say it’s because they don’t want to risk losing them, but really they know how harassed they’d constantly be harassed by the “redneck inbred fuckheads” that come around

•It’s VERY easy for Jay to get sick in the winter, and when that happens, Silent Bob has to practically tie the man down to the bed because the blonde simply refuses to actually lay in bed and rest, always wanting to get up and do something. Once Jay knows he can’t escape the others mother henning behaviour, he gets fucking whiney.

[2redwoodvillage]

7 Shadow Integration perks that will get you excited about Shadow Work

So, here we are, we made it through our very 1st worldwide experience as one people in 2020. And are now unpacking all that comes with it: the good, the bad, the ugly, and, not to forget the neutral.

Waking some of us out of a deep and long slumber. Awakening which could have otherwise not even been possible, at least not on a global scale.

Others of us have been on a wide-awake ascension journey for the last 5, 10, 20 years, or more.

Wherever you are in your journey, Shadow integration is a mandatory stop on the road to our most authentic selves. 

With all that the Shadow does for us (unknowingly), I believe it's worth getting excited about the integration perks that it comes with along the way.

. . .

1. You create a new Society

By sitting on your couch, going through excruciating pain and sorrow, you create a new society. 

When you integrate your shadow, it sends out ripples into humanity's collective consciousness, and alters the energetic frequency. 

Which moves all of us into higher octaves.

Furthermore, the wholeness you create within your own self, with integrating all parts of you, emphasizes a new societal norm of Unity. That's mighty.

2. Learning to receive

Integrating the shadow is linked to receiving. You receive pieces of you back. But you have to be open to receiving.

And more precisely, to receive things that, at first glance, seem undesirable. 

It would be as though your inner child had been lost in the boonies for ages, and coming back home wholly distressed. You're not going to close the door saying: "Come back when you're clean and perfect and then I'll let you in". 

Those same pieces of you that have been dragged in the mud, that have shame, guilt, and pain written all over; are knocking at your door to be let in.

They are not just here to be integrated but also to teach you to love yourself unconditionally, even when you don't feel all that lovable.

You wouldn't be light if there was no darkness too. Your shadow is you too in a different format, and that's ok. 

3. The geometry of your body becomes more coherent

Now that ignored, fragmented, repressed and otherwise lost parts of you, are re-integrated back into your blueprint in coherent ways, the geometry of your body also becomes more coherent.

The changes can range from organic body regeneration, effortless weight loss, even a reshaping of your face (it looks the same but different at the same time), or suddenly "Knowmembering" (knowing/remembering) a new god-given skill.

What this also means is that you're emitting and receiving more accurate/coherent information. 

The various traumatic filters you were perceiving through before, are being transmuted into your most authentic you, hence perceiving yourself and your reality more "accurately".

4. You realign with your soul purpose

With those returned pieces of you, so does the remembrance of who you truly are.

Simply put, you become more and more conscious with each newly integrated part of you.

This happens in such small spurts that you don't even realize it at first. 

Matter of fact, it feels more of a "new thing you didn't know you liked before".

In the 3D, it'll translate into changing careers, moving to a new country, going from being noncommittal to all of the sudden looking forward to it, now you know how to draw, or simply sitting your sweet self down and just "be-ing" out in the middle of nowhere for a while.

After a couple of years, you step back and feel as though the person you used to be, was literally someone with a different identity.

5. The duality game is starting to dissolve

The "you vs me" separation, I'm right they are wrong, I'm good they are bad, starts crumbling.

Not because you're "oh so well integrated", but because you realize the mirroring effect that is going on: as within so without.

You're beginning to perceive situations in a multi-layered format, and innerstanding the actual reasons why seemingly out of nowhere, someone acts out. A sense of compassion sets in.

Eventually, you arrive at this knowing inception point, also called the neutral zone (or 0 point). Where everything is in a state of beingness, neither good nor bad. 

6. You will more consciously travel timelines

Know the saying: You can't do the same thing and expect a different result? Well, perhaps, if you do things differently, then, so will the result be: different.

Shadow integration also means that your responses to long-term patterns either change or get completely dissolved. You're no longer perpetuating the same core cycles, hence accessing (and even creating) brand-new timelines.

Accepting all aspects of you heightens your free will/creator abilities. Since your actions are no longer ruled by unconscious behaviors or programs, you'll end up choosing timelines.

7. The darkness is no longer scary

Over time, yours or other people's shadows/darkness doesn't scare you anymore (or as much). 

You know it will no longer take over you. And even if it had any plans on doing so, you'd sit in the room with it and alchemize.

The ability to accept the isness of any shadowy things, without going into an immediate fight, flight avoidance, denial or even automatically playing out the program you've been templated with, is a very powerful space to be in. 

You'll find yourself in situations where negatively polarized energies will want to walk away from you. Or, if they decided to stick around, they'd swing closer to the closest positive expression of themselves.

This goes in line with you, creating a new society, looked at from a different angle.

. . .

These are but a few, I'm sure the list is of perks is waay longer. What has your experience been so far?

[harpy-of-the-storm]

Disorganized Thoughts - The Importance of Despair

For this post, I'd like to talk about despair as a powerful tool in storytelling, and one of the ways in which I've seen it effectively utilized.

Previously, I have discussed Phantasy Star Online and its usage of lyrical themes, so I think I'll take a step back in time from that point.

I want to talk about Phantasy Star IV: The End of the Millennium

Phantasy Star IV has a fairly standard high stakes JRPG story - if you don't win, the ancient darkness from before remembering will break free and kill everything. Profound Darkness hates all life, and will see it brought to ruin.

...But before that, you have some trials to overcome.

You are given a two-character party at first; Chaz Ashley, a rookie mercenary under the wing of Alys Brangwin, his bladed boomerang wielding mentor, world famous for her efficiency and ruthlessness.

As the game progresses, Chaz will catch up to Alys, and you'll pick up and drop a variety of other party members; not all of whom will get to meet Alys.

A turning point for seriousness in the game's plot comes when the main antagonist appears. Though you try to fight back, he is protected by a barrier you can't seem to penetrate.

This is a scripted sequence. Simply survive for a few turns, and he will cast Black Wave, calling the fight to an end.

Alys will leap in front of the attack, shielding the party and collapsing. She will come down with an incurable ailment that slowly drains her life away.

Your healing spells are useless. All you can do is think of a way to beat the man who did this - to defeat Zio, and his unbeatable barrier.

Of course, it's a JRPG. It turns out there's a wand you can grab which can nullify his omnipotent divine barrier of ultra power - patent pending the cessation of all life - and take him out like any other mid-grade baddie.

...It won't matter.

As soon as you lay hands on the artifact in question, you're met with a cutscene and hurry to Alys' bedside. You witness her last breath.

You bury her in the early morning light. Some of your party goes its separate ways to handle their own affairs.

There are three aspects that I think are important to this. Giving & Taking You were given true and honest hope that you could save Alys. It's very standard JRPG speak - find the important magic relic, kill the bad guy, save the party member at the last minute. This is not what happens. She dies before you can even attempt the rematch. You are given hope, and then it is unceremoniously ripped from your hands. Gameplay & Story Integration If you are gaining levels at a relatively average pace, the last piece of advice Alys gives to Chaz before the confrontation with Zio is that his swing is still too slow, and he's leaving himself wide open. The next ability Chaz will learn is Air Slash at level 13, which is a skill performed by slashing so fast that the air behind your blade is what is cutting the enemy forces. Remember the Growth Much later in the game, Chaz can obtain the ultimate magic attack, Megid. This is an ability used otherwise only the final boss - the emotional output of the user generates explosive force. However, to earn it, Chaz must prove his strength. But...not physically. He has to face an illusion of Alys in battle, and strike her down himself. As he despairs, he has to master his emotions and be willing to make the right choice. He has to say no to unlimited power. He has to know and believe he is strong enough to avenge her.

Chaz is someone who threw away fighting for the world. He doesn't think it's fair to ask him to raise his blade to save everyone and selflessly accept the loss of the people he cares for.

He's right. And he has given in to despair, as anyone of normal means would.

If you take this path - because obtaining Megid is optional - then it changes a bit of the meaning of Chaz rejoining the party. He's not here after having broken down, cried, and then decide to suck it up and not let the world fall because he walked out.

He's fighting for that one life that was so precious to him, he's willing to follow her last words to the end.

Carve out your own destiny.

And by making the player despair. By allowing us to see Chaz despair. By having him seem to train the speed of his swings just because that's the last thing Alys chastised him about.

By taking that grief and mastering it, if only for the time being.

...He becomes someone who walks towards the promising future.

He becomes the person, Alys always thought he could be, even if she isn't here to see him anymore. That single death became his daring hope.

Despair can be a weapon, too, if it's forged right.

[unsleepingtales]

Ravening War Reactions Ep. 2!

Here we goooooo (said like Peter Pan)

Every time I remember that Colin has 6 charisma I giggle a little bit

Lou mentioned something to do with Scottish history and Brennan immediately went to Thinking Face (tm) and this is part of why I’m so excited that they’re in the same camera shot this season

Commendable 🥲

Anjali has Strong lettuce opinions and honestly? I respect it.

“Trust is bad” seems to be the motto of the season so far

BRENNAN

No one wants to trust that sneaky little radish. Unfortunately the dice deem they must.

Raphaniel has major dirt on Allium, noted.

God the name being the FDA is so fucking good.

Raphaniel has a cork board covered in red yarn and you cannot convince me otherwise

I know he’s being sneaky and suspicious etc but I’m happy that the bishop is taking care of Karna

Come on provolone! Little cheese knight!

Ooh my girl’s got demons!

“A chess piece… or at least the head of one” TERRIFYING THANKS BABE

He’s a hero. Vegetania doesn’t need heroes.

I wanna know where he goes when he thinks too tbh

Bulbian religion is fascinating to me

Colin who are you I desperately want to know

Oh she’s just murdering them okie dokie

OH that’s straight up self mutilation. Ok. Okokok.

He sneakyyyy

Raphaniel shut up they are onto you I don’t care how well Brennan rolls

Colin Provolone: big abstinence guy?

Boy what are you t a l k i n g a b o u t

“I feel bonded” “Well good luck with that” babe WHAT

Ohohohoh I do not like that language. That is fucking creepy. Nope.

A language we haven’t heard her speak before but very carefully not specifying what language it is

Child????

Amangeaux child???

Oh god that’s gonna kill me

Colin is good at his job. He IS.

Tiny chili pepper crush aaaaaaaaa

Colin <3

Making enemies: one way to know you’re on the right path!

Brennan is too good at bullshitting proverbs

A QUICHE????

Is he actually cool or is he another Johnny Spells

Raphaniel you are talking about this too knowledgeably for a man of your station. Take it down a notch.

He has Plans. He’s good at his Job.

Gross

Bishop kinda wingmanning for Karna?

Bishop stay away from the cheese man I need him to be ok

The DOME

Ooooh board games :D

NoT mUcH oF a SeCrEtS gUy yeah right ok sure bb

Karna dreamily asking about Deli’s murderous past & Raphaniel getting overwhelmed by the horny energy

Amangeaux surrogate mothering for Karna is giving me emotions

Karna! My love my light! Whatcha doin honey!

Mans kicked off a world war but he’s the guy with the hat.

Something they had in common 🥲

She can do magic but everyone needs to be so chill about it. No one say anything ok. She’s fine.

This feels like a little more than baseline trust tbh

What does a frazzled tomato look like

Oh Matt’s gory description skills are on point

Karnaaaaaa I know it’s your job but that is a child.

On the one hand I am very happy for her and glad she’s doing well for herself. On the other. Tiny child has been found out and reported.

Dome!!

Preview reactions:

*chanting* BATTLE SET! BATTLE SET!

Miniiiiiiiis

God Aabria’s makeup fucks so hard

[boundless-curiosity]

Suzuki - Character Backstory

Please Note: Suzuki is a Schrödinger's OC- Inspired by a side character in one of Shieda Kayn’s stories, specifically the Blade of Millennia [Suzuki is a alias] but has very little characterization, so I’ve built the rest of this character from scratch. This only specifically matters in the case of writing with a Kayn- And Kayn muns, if you’re interested, please DM me and let me know so we can discuss! Otherwise, Suzuki is just a former member of the Order of Shadow, and an average OC.

[CW for: Torture, injuries, some gross descriptions, suicidal thoughts, general angst]

"I died three times. Once when I was born, twice when my home was destroyed, and thrice when I was abandoned. But I’m not dead yet.” 

Suzuki was born in a small village, one with barely any name whatsoever, with a family that loved the poor, sickly child who barely survived even being born, even if their memories long since left them of their names and their faces. 

The Ionian Invasion destroyed this life, as it had for so many others. They were doomed from the start. Their family was gone, and they would rot alone- or so they thought they would, clinging to the only physical representation they had, and old katana with their family’s name engraved on it, one used by generation after generation of their kin.

After years they would rather forget, they were finally discovered by the Order of Shadow, they were initiated into the order as a young acolyte, they were given a second chance at life. Small and weak as they were, they learned how to walk with a light step, how to deceive, how to fight, and even if Shadow Magic eluded them initially, they went at their studies with wild abandon, became a skilled acolyte.

But before they could ever be granted freedom, the full title, and a pure blessing of Shadow Magic beyond only a youthful understanding of the shadows that would eat at their mind... Again, they lost everything.

On a mission to Noxus, Suzuki had gone alongside their best friend- the only one to have faith in them even with their shortcomings, of magic taunting them, just out of read, of their stubbornness to only use the weapon of their old clan, to finally show their worth. To be more than just a burden, acolytes that failed to come to fruition.

They learned of a weapon, lethal and able to consume entire peoples alive, but also held great magic. They were told to retrieve it at any cost, Noxus could not be permitted to have such a powerful tool at their disposal.

And they succeeded, a dead caravan, the weapon secured, they knew they didn’t fail.

They didn’t-

Which when the weapon was used to slice them open, nearly in half, they wondered what they did wrong. Of how they failed, of why they weren’t good enough.

Abandoned as a corpse, they fought to cling to life- knowing they would be caught, they abandoned every single identifying piece of armor, of weaponry, anything they could, orders stained so severely with blood it’d be eaten by maggots, uniform majorly torn and destroyed beyond recognition.

If they failed to retrieve the weapon and come back alive, they could serve by not letting Noxus learn of the Order’s doings.

But even then, they failed to die. Wound sealed, magic stolen from them with a cursed hex, they were thrown into a Noxian prison- they had lost something of great value, and they wanted answers.

Suzuki would not give.

Not when they had their magic locked away,

Not when they were branded,

Not when they were abused, mangled, tortured.

They couldn’t fail the order- and they wouldn’t. They failed so much, but this small thing- They could do this. They could survive. They could keep their lips sealed, even locking away their memories from themselves. Countless names lost from their memory, eaten away like moths at cloth, the name of their family, their clan, their best friend, their home...

They destroyed themselves to prove to the Order- They did not fail them, even if they would die, they did not give. They forgot everything, but they did not forget their desire to not fail.

Two years, two long years passed, and Suzuki long since resided themselves to this existence. Thin and weak, they wondered if they had been forgotten. Left to rot and die- Which, in a small way, they hoped. It would not be so hard to keep the secrets if they were dead.

But a nameless Noxian figure* stood before their cell. With only a quiet jingle of keys- it was unlocked.

By the time Suzuki gained the strength to leave, it was open... They could see abandoned armor, weaponry, discarded and damaged.

They were saved, for a reason they didn’t understand. But they were going to make the most of it, no matter who, what, or why.

Covered, hidden, and wielding a new blade, they snuck out, and found themselves alone in the cold, heartless capital, where whenever they saw a wanted poster with their liking, they’d rip it down, and continue out of sight.

They’d find a way home.

They’d find a way back to the Order.

They wanted- needed to tell them that they didn’t fail. 

Suzuki gave up everything they once were, to prove their devotion to the Order that abandoned them.

*Also anyone who is interested in having their muse be the ‘Nameless Noxian Figure’ in the story, let me know!

[a-regular-ol-pill]

Can you make a Aamon x Y/N and Xavier x Y/N Too🤩

"Things are way more complicated than it seems."

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Xavier, You | Aamon, You.

SFW

Requested? Yes.

Small note for requeste; (Not so) Fun fact! I was actually planning to make angst on both characters by having you and them fight againts each other, but then I realized how sick my thoughts were and kicked that idea out of the window. So, so sorry!

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Warning(s); Slight swearing, ect..?

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader; 'They', 'Them', etc...

Prompt;

"In the battlefield, you meet some very familiar faces.."

Aamon -

You could have never imagined the luck you'll have when you saw witnessed Aamon, willing to fight with you to continue the progress in the Land of Dawn. It had always been you, with strangers you'd never seen before. But finding him— Your good ol' 'pal' in the Land of Dawn? It brought a sense of comfort to you. That's why you decided to try and get a chance to visit his lane in every chance you could get.

Unfortunately for you— The items you'd pick to buy and build, didn't help much in terms of movement speed. So you barely had time to at least see his figure until a teammate of yours needed help. Or a three to four teamfight had started in the complete opposite direction to Aamon's. The whole match was complicated— You were always being picked on. And still then, no one came to help you protect your lane. Even though you walk your butt off to help them!

You truly hated the fact that you value nothing in terms of laning. Things ran incredibly slow for you when things weren't happening around, your team had dominated the whole map. But the enemy was tower hugging to the point where you can't even get close without getting sniped by magic, or bullets. Trying to convince your team was your only option, but they were farming like they didn't care that the enemy had now fully built their items.

Your temper was growing, so you teleported back to base and laid there during the uneventful times. Tears were threatening to fall out of your vision because of your ever growing hunger, and fortunately for you. The same boy you tried talking to, noticed your absence, and came back— He was surprised to find you hunched over in the corner, hugging your stomach from hunger. And with that, he felt hungry as well.

He came up behind you, and pressed a soft pouch againts your shoulder. Taking you by surprise, and making you jump up. Casting a ramdom skill and flashing a beam of light infront of you. That was pathetic.. But Aamon thought otherwise. Finding your surprised action adorable, and smiling softly after re-thinking about it again. "Hungry?" He offered, insisting you take the pouch. So you did, feeling the contents inside and opening it up. Your eyes lit up at the sight of your favorite snacks.

Despite the hunger, you turned to him and turned red at how he was looking at you. Only then did Aamon remember you. "How did you..? I mean, how did you get these? I never had them when-." You stumbled on your words, not knowing how to speak, now that you're face to face with him. Aamon couldn't help but raise the pouch of snacks up close to you. Oh gosh, you hoped he hadn't thought of your rambling as annoying.

"Don't worry about where I got it. If you're hungry, you need to eat." He told you, not letting go of your hands, until you took a small piece of the snack and placed it into your mouth. Your tastebuds were left satisfied, and wanting at the taste of your favorite food. So you stuffed your face with the whole thing— Aamon watching and remembering the times he'd spent with you. Outside the Land of Dawn. Then, he faintly remembered touching your face and taking into account on how soft your skin was.

And so— After you finished eating your snack, he surprised you by reaching his hands up to hold your face. Your heart became like a running hyena from how fast it was beating, from a simple touch, too! "How come we never saw each other during the whole game?" He asked you, hearing a request for back up, but ignoring it because your teammates deserved it. You shrugged your shoulders in reply, the lack of words washing a sense of dread, and panic over Aamon.

They really were ignorant, and taking you for granted. So, he offered to do something that'll surely make the two of you spend more time together to.. catch up. "If that's the case.. then we should leave them to grieve in their mistakes. Show them how much everything matters in team matches like this.." Words had always been your weakness. And him offering those things made you agree without thinking of the potential consequence of your next match. "That'll teach them.." You smiled, Aamon's heart flipped at your look. But he quickly got out of his flustered state and took your hand.

One match isn't worth something if you have someone to be with in the next.. doesn't it?

Xavier -

You, and Xavier had been on and off about fighting againts who's the strongest between you two. You both explored maps to find competition within each other, since it's nearly impossible to fight againts him if you seperate. That's why both of you banter, and fight againts each other in the same team. All the time. You even fought againts each other infront of an enemy because he took the gold from the bonus minions!

In short, you and him never resolved your relationship issue, and every teammate you fought together with, backed out, because they didn't want to be caught up in the whole mess. It was quite literally, hell for everyone to be matched up with you and him. But in this round, Xavier will finally resolve the issue. For everyone's sake and peace of mind. The only problem for him, was that you went to a different lane than him. Opposite of his— to be precise.

He was frustrated at how childish your action was. The whole match consisted of a somewhat replication of peace, since both of you focused on the game. Instead of screaming at each other like the usual. The only time you bumped into each other was in teamfights. But even then, Xavier couldn't chase you down— An enemy or minion would always target his lane. And it was a hectic travelling day for him. Without you to distract him, he wasted a lot of his energy, and had to recall back to base a lot.

Maybe you guys were meant to fight— zyou and him were like somd useless, mana wasting dummies when you went without screaming at each other to fuel the adrenaline in your blood. And boy, did you get cocky from that realization. Your choice of items really made it seem like you didn't need him, and seeing him get so worked up— even use his skills to stop you in your tracks..

You won. Well, maybe. "Stop giving me that look, you know you can't fight with me in terms of magic power!" He exclaims, forcing you againts the wall and towering over you— A feeble attempt of intimidating you because he'd already used up half his energy from the skills he casted to stop you. That fact made you laugh in his face. "Aww~, is the talented Arbiter of Light useless without me? Do you need me to baby you so you could be strong?" You mocked, motioning a cradling action before he punched the wall next to your face.

His hair was rough— Jaws clenched, and his eyes rapidly looking you up and down. "Shut it! You know fully well how capable I am, and you just make me lose focus!" A lie. That was a lie that he, oh so bravely told you. But instead of making you feel concerned, you started laughing again. "Why are you lying?? You need me to be able to do the combos you do all the time! Admit it, we wouldn't be in this mess if you'd just agree that I am the stronger person here!"

There was a moment of silence, before he took your chin and pressed your nose againts his. Your lips barely touching while a few enemy minions were headed in your tower. After Xavier checked our your stuff, everything clicked. "No, you're not." A kiss. "You're weak, and useless without me, or your precious items. We're both weak." And then another. It would have been the perfect moment, if one of the minions didn't start randomly attacking the both of you.

Even one of your teammates that heard the commotion started scolding the both of you for making the whole team worry that the enemy had killed you two simultaneously! They didn't bring up the fact that they caught you kissing, but it was probably for the best.. not talking about getting caught or witnessing it at all. Both of you went about your match, reviving the screaming sessions and working together— Despite the loud groans of your teammates to shut up. You both carried and won the game.

But, rest assured. Everything was solved of problems and headaches in the end.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

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Hello, it's me again:3

Can you write some hcs for Luchino (hunter) x s/o? I know you mostly write about his surv identity, but his lizard form wasn't on the "characters that I will not write for" list, soooo...

Since Luchino likes summer and warmth, maybe he and s/o can spend some time outside together? Yk, sunbathing or reading together under the shade of a tree or something like that:D

Hope this request will be ok, but anyway, have a nice day!

nice to see you requesting again !! ☺

also ofc! i'm not limited to only professor luchi - i hope you like this set of hcs🤲💕

luchino diruse spending time outside with his s/o hcs 🦎

luchino is a big fan of outdoorsy activities!

as much as he likes the tranquility and dim lights of his laboratory, he still enjoys the fresh air and the hot weather outside

regularly sunbathes during the summer, but he does it far away from the manor - he would be deathly embarrassed if someone saw him

one time you stumbled upon him sunbathing, laying stomach down on a log and sleeping in the sun

...needless to say he was very embarrassed and shy when he woke up and saw you staring even though you just found it absolutely adorable😭

after his transformation, his clothes tore and it's literal hell trying to find fitting shirts and pants which often makes him feel insecure

and here's when violetta comes to the rescue >:)) !! she made him big, oversized hawaiian shirts out of old summer printed tablecloths for the warm weather and he loves them so much

knows a lot of nice lakes where you two can go for a swim when the heat gets unbearable

he's incredibly good at swimming! it seems weird considering he's a lizard after all, but he was a good swimmer as a human and his lizard abilities just improve his skills a bit more

likes diving and finding various shells, stones and other trinkets at the bottom of the lakes or the sea and brings them to you

if you mention to him that you feel too insecure to wear shorts, swimming suits/pants/two-pieces etc. he's going to do his best to reassure you - he doesn't understand how can you be so harsh on yourself and wants you to feel as pretty as he sees you💕

otherwise loves seeing you wearing summer clothes! always compliments your outfits and tells you how cute you look

big fan of exploring outside - whether it's for research or out of curiosity, it's always two times as fun when he's exploring with you

when you two get tired from all that walking and swimming he suggests curling up near a tree or something

it's a very funny scenario - he prefers the sunlight over anything while you love being in the shade, so he usually sits in the sun and his huge frame gives you enough shade to comfortably lay down between his legs without the sun roasting you

sometimes he just gets tired of the sun so he agrees to lay in the shade with you and read,,

loves when he lays his head in your lap while reading and you scratch his head or gently stroke the side of his face <33 (also he has a pair of reading glasses and it's so fucking funny since they look so small and weird on him)

he also managed to snatch some ice cream/shaved ice from the hunter's side of the manor (bonbon has an ice cream machine option!) and bring them during your walks together

due to his long tongue he eats his ice cream really fast and then snatches a bit of yours when you aren't looking 😭😭

you two often just give up on planning what outdoor activities you'll do and just lay in the warm grass together, if you know how to make flower crowns that's another plus bc he looks adorable with one !

your laying in the grass often just becomes napping together cuz he curls up to you and you two fall asleep while spooning

it's kinda hard for him to kiss you properly since he doesn't have lips so he uses his tongue to kind of?? gently (yet very quickly) touch your cheek or whatever with it like a chameleon (he does it and then when you flinch he acts like he didn't do anything smh wholesome bastard!!!!!!)

while walking he often picks you up and sits you on his shoulder (this is just me projecting on every buff idv character at this point)

his chest is like a soft block of ice it's the best thing to lay on🙏🙏he's also built like an enormous inverted tortilla chip which makes things better

absolutely abuses the fact that his tail is prehensile and uses it to grab you and throw you right into his arms he's smooth as hell

[merakiui]

A Leaf Swept up in an Autumnal Breeze

yandere!kaedehara kazuha x (gender neutral) reader art credit - Tourou_7 on twt cw: yandere, unhealthy/obsessive behaviors, slight nsfw implications/thoughts, alcohol consumption, intoxication, spoilers for kazuha’s character story + inazuma lore note - i decided to write something short for kazuha as i analyze what we know so far of his character. hopefully the characterization isn’t too off! please enjoy nonetheless! orz

The moonlight casts its thin rays upon the calm, motionless sea. In the distance, fish surface and their movements are captured in the ripples that expand in the water, a minor blip in the otherwise tranquil atmosphere of the dark night. As if a god has taken a brush to the sky, utilizing its inky vastness as a canvas, the stars have been drawn in small specks—winking down at those who sleep underneath a blanket of natural light.

And you are caught up in the glorious shimmer, grinning widely as Beidou wraps her arm around you, pulling you against her as if the two of you have known each other for years. In reality, it’s only been a few months since you were discovered on her ship: a hidden stowaway with your Vision clutched in your hands and raw resolve etched into your body in the form of bruises and old scars. You’re a fighter and yet you also ran from something. Kazuha can’t quite tell what it is you’ve escaped. Whether it’s another person, a group of people, or even an entire nation, he’s certain it’s worthy of the risks that come with fleeing.

Your Vision shines brightly, a stark contrast to the dark color scheme of your clothes. He tries to place a nation to your outfit and comes up empty, his thoughts returning to Inazuma as though it’s the only place he can think of. And he supposes that’s true. The situation in Inazuma has clouded his mind with its strange fog, taking up residence in the nooks and crannies of his brain. Though he can dwell upon the past and the mistakes that led up to the downfall of a precious friend, he knows there is no use for such somber reflections during a happy celebration. Life moves on, as the common saying goes, and he cannot allow himself to remain trapped in the past.

During moments such as these, where he relives the horrible memory in vivid detail, you are a sweet balm that soothes the sting of loss. Even when you’re struggling to stand, face hot from the intoxication of good drinks in even better company, you’re a wondrous presence who chases away his doubts and worries.

Unknowingly, you cast a temporary shroud over those matters and he’s put at ease the minute you extend your arm in his direction.

“Kazuha! Come over here. Let’s dance!”

A hiccup interrupts your jovial giggle and Beidou chuckles before throwing her head back to drink what’s left in her flask. The aura of her ship is beyond lively. Men and women alike celebrate another successful week with drinks, harrowing tales of past heroes, and broken ballads sang in drunken tones. He can’t help the smile that sprouts on his lips. You’re such an outgoing person, always wanting to include him in your daily activities. And though he politely declines whenever you offer him alcohol, he has wondered what the appeal could possibly be.

Perhaps it’s the idea of losing your sensibility for one night, ignoring all reason for the sake of spending pleasurable moments in the confines of a warm bed, wrapped snugly in a lover’s embrace. Such instances are lost to intoxicating pleasure—buried under a hazy recollection come morning. But you haven’t done that sort of thing. Kazuha would know. He listens in while you’re relaxing—while you’re bathing and going about life on the ship without a care in the world—and his head runs wild with all sorts of fantasies. Fantasies he never would have imagined had he not met you.

To think you were just a mere stowaway, a trespasser who had snuck onto the ship and hid in the darkest corner, obscured by crates and chests. And he had pulled those crates aside in search of a few ingredients and his eyes met yours and you held your finger to your lips—a silent urge to keep quiet—and his heart skipped a beat.

It was a special meeting between two, which will remain locked away in his heart for all of eternity. A memory he regards with warm fondness. After much negotiation and a disarming conversation, you were soon welcomed with open arms as Beidou practically offered you to join her crew. You had nowhere else to go—no one else to see or protect—and so you agreed. And Kazuha felt a relief he hasn’t felt in a while, the sort of emotion that stems from almost losing something important.

The pure relief that comes and goes once he realizes you’re a missing piece in the puzzle of his life.

“You’ll trip,” he warns, pushing off from the side of the ship and walking over to you and Beidou. “It wouldn’t be wise to dance in your inebriated state. Surely you’re aware of this, no?”

“I can hold my alcohol.” Your wavering glare doesn’t reach him. “Don’t... Don’t think otherwise or else I’ll—ah!”

The majority of Beidou’s weight burdens your shoulders and you nearly almost crumble.

“You—“ she searches for a means to steady herself— “worry too much,” the captain adds, nodding in agreement to an unspoken statement. “It’ll be okay! Live a little while you’re still young.”

Kazuha sighs and easily slips between the two of you, hooking his arm around Beidou’s waist as he guides her to a barrel. The scent of alcohol kisses the air, clinging to your clothes and breath like an oversaturated perfume. Once she’s sat down, now fully determined to get the last few drops from out of the flask, the rōnin turns to you. He’s caught by surprise when your hands grasp his, your eager expression stabbing his heart with a dozen pins. He’s rooted to the floorboards, unable to look away when your face is dangerously close to his.

“You heard the captain,” you tease in a slurred voice. “Live a little.”

And he does. Or he thinks he does. Having traveled with Beidou, this is the current life he’s come to know and appreciate. But is it truly living if he feels unfulfilled in the process? To find a means for bringing back the familiar glow in a lonely Vision. To secure peace of mind and put his rowdy thoughts to rest. To one day return to the nation he was forced to flee, with you in tow. Are all of these things necessary in order to fill the gaping void in his damaged heart? Kazuha wonders if you also came from Inazuma. Perhaps you wouldn’t be so surprised to see the scenery if he were to take you there. Not now, of course. Sometime in the future, if such a future holds a changed Inazuma.

“I’m going to warn you now,” he mumbles, his fingers ghosting over your waist, “I’m not what one would call a dancer of skillful grace.”

“I don’t think that’s true, dear Kazuha.”

He blinks once and then releases a short laugh at the endearing term. “If you say so.”

“Enough talk.” You huff and pull him into your chest and he feels as though he could stay locked in this position for millennia. “Dance with me before...” A stilted pause as you nearly forget your sentence. “Before I turn in for the night. That’s it.”

Or before you get sick, he thinks, not so cheerful about the inevitable mess. But he’ll tolerate it because you’ve tolerated him. You never pry into his past, nor do you force him to answer personal questions regarding Inazuma and the Raiden Shogun. If you ever notice the way he lingers near your quarters, you don’t say a word. And if you hear his subdued moans as his hand moves in time with a picturesque fantasy of your nude form pressed against his, you keep your mouth shut. You are everything he could ever want and like the very ideal the Raiden Shogun wishes to uphold he wants to pursue an eternity with you.

Your movements are far from the precision you normally have when moving about the ship and it’s a very odd dance. Yet you spin him and he follows your unusual lead like an animal with tunnel vision. For a taut moment, the background noise melts away into obscurity and the two of you are the only people in existence. He stares at your face the entire time, ignoring the way your sandals crush his feet or the instances where he unintentionally returns the gesture. It’s certainly an awkward sort of waltz, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And in this moment where no one else matters, he sees your radiance in the glow of the moon. You truly are worthy of the sun and the stars beyond and should you verbalize an outlandish wish of that nature he has no choice but to follow through.

Like a leaf swept up in an autumnal breeze, reminiscent of a ronin who lacks a place in the world, Kazuha allows himself to be carried on by the winds that rustle the sails and tangle through your hair, painting you in a backdrop that’s heaven handcrafted by the pickiest god. And where you have your wits, a lively Vision, and your confidence, he only has his blade, a dull Vision, and an inkling of hope. But that’s really all he requires.

[buckyr00s]

Top Gun Second Gen and Their Go-To Karaoke Songs

author's note: listen, I'm currently working on Fanboy x Reader and Coyote x Reader pieces, but I couldn't help but do this. Feel free to add your own song ideas ;)

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It's very clear that Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw's go-to song is Jerry Lee Lewis' Great Balls of Fire. But he saves that song for the most special occasions--wouldn't want to overplay the song he cherishes most.

At the end of the day, his karaoke repertoire reflects his retro soul. Rock, jazz, and blues run through his veins and he's more of a lover than he is a fighter, which is why Frankie Valli's Can't Take My Eyes off You, Frank Sinatra's Fly Me To The Moon, Queen's Crazy Little Thing Called Love, and Roy Orbinson's Oh, Pretty Woman are some of his favourite karaoke songs.

All-American classics are Jake "Hangman" Seresin's wheelhouse. He's almost always one of the first to get on stage and take the mic. If he's going to perform, he might as well set the bar for folks. And you better believe he's the type of person to command the stage, taking the mic off its stand the second he can.

Being the man of the people, his absolute go-to song is Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond. Don McLean's American Pie, the Eagles' Hotel California, Journey's Don't Stop Believin', and Steppenwolf's Born to Be Wild are his back-ups.

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace is the person to go to for up-beat karaoke vibes. Wait until the liquid courage sets in and she'll unleash her inner disco, country, pop diva. She'll always get everyone up, singing, and dancing. And she's definitely got moves of her own.

ABBA's Dancing Queen, Carrie Underwood's Before He Cheats, Spice Girls' Wannabe, Shania Twain's Man! I Feel Like A Woman!, and Cyndi Lauper's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun are amongst her favourites.

Robert "Bob" Floyd sticks to the karaoke classics. It takes a lot of convincing to get him on the mic and it'll usually take him until the chorus to loosen up. But my goodness, when he does, everyone is left with goofy grins on their faces.

Sweet, wholesome Bob only sings sweet, wholesome songs. He has a rotation of songs including Glen Campbell's Rhinestone Cowboy, Elton John's Rocket Man, the Monkees' I'm a Believer, and Electric Light Orchestra's Mr. Blue Sky.

You'll catch him on stage holding the mic with both hands, doing his signature side step move with an occasional head bob--pun not intended but so welcome.

Hero by Mariah Carey is Javy "Coyote" Machado's favourite karaoke song. You cannot convince me otherwise. While he isn't the most skilled singer, he puts on a hell of a production. Because if he's going to sing, then by God, he's going to sing.

And if he's not singing Hero, though, he'll choose a different power ballad. Whitney Houston's I Have Nothing, Jennifer Holliday's And I'm Telling You I'm Not Going, and Céline Dion's It's All Coming Back to Me Now are some of his back-up songs.

Each time he walks up to the mic, he'll half-jokingly, but very seriously preface his performance with, "I'm gunna slow it down for you now." Needless to say, he brings the house down every time.

I mean, come on. The man's call sign is Fanboy for goodness sake. He wears it proudly. Mickey Garcia is a big believer that you can't turn a room like you can with boybands' greatest hits. Backstreet Boys' I Want It That Way, *NSYNC's It's Gonna Be Me, and Boyz II Men's End of the Road (monologues and all) are some of his favourite pleasures that he's absolutely not guilty about.

He's also not shy about honouring his Latino identity with songs like J Balvin's Mi Gente, Enrique Iglesias' Bailamos, Bad Bunny's Yo Perreo Sola, and Shakira's Whenever, Wherever.

Any song he choses, he's singing his heart out and giving it his all. He wouldn't have it any other way. The man low-key has pipes, but he'd rather spend his time on the mic playing it off for laughs than actually showcasing his talent.

You can't tell me that Reuben "Payback" Fitch isn't the life of the party. The man makes it his mission to make any function interesting. Like come on, proposing the 200 push-up punishment during TOPGUN training? If he's going to do anything, it better entertain him.

He's much less strict about his karaoke songs, and probably has the most diverse repertoire out of everyone. House of Pain's Jump Around, TOTO's Africa, Marvin Gaye's Ain't No Mountain High Enough, Lou Bega's Mambo No. 5, Outcast's Hey Ya!, Blackstreet's No Diggity, Gnarls Barkley's Crazy.

Everyone knows his taste is impeccable and it's always exciting when he walks up to the mic. You never know what you get, other than the guarantee that the party will turn up to eleven.

author's note: well how'd I do? did I miss any songs? also, there is a severe lack of variety in the GIFs out there for Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback. someone pls helppppp.

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[mypoisonedvine]

𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗨𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 || dark!jan (the edukators/die fetten Jahre sind vorbei) x reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 | in scoping out his next target, jan hadn't realised that you wouldn't be joining your family on their next vacation; in choosing to stay home, you hadn't realised what you were in for.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 | 4.3k

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 | smut (noncon, with fingering and penetrative sex), innocence kink, virginity loss/first time, brief exhibitionism, degradation, daddy kink, spitting (in mouth and on pussy), breaking and entering/home invasion, touch of misogyny kink, slight objectification kink (petnames like babydoll/dolly being 99% of this), slight bleeding (from sex specifically), death mention (no threats, just the fear of threats if that makes sense?)

𝗔/𝗡 | you don't need to have seen the movie to understand this fic, as long as you know that jan and his friends break into rich people's houses as part of their anti-capitalist rebellion. note that the vast majority of dialogue is written in english for simplicity, but that these conversations would actually take place fully in german.

this is a DARK fic, if you hit 'keep reading' I don't wanna hear you upset about content listed clearly in the warnings section

It’s probably normal to hear a bump in the night, to wake up and be a little freaked out, but to ultimately just stay in bed and not do anything about it. At first you were sure you were sure it was nothing, though your gut told you otherwise; then, as you heard more and more you spent quite some time convincing yourself that it was just pipes creaking or the foundation settling. But the thing about pipes and foundations is they don’t speak German.

“Hier entlang, hier entlang,” someone whispered, and footsteps shifted all along the lower floor.

Maybe you were still asleep, and this was just a strange dream, a terrifying dream. You pulled the blanket up over your head and prayed to wake up, but the denial turned to terror when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

You jumped out of bed, but it was too late to go out your bedroom door— you could hear them walking and whispering outside. Your bathroom had a small window, but even if you managed to fit through it you’d be on the second story with no way to ropel down. Maybe in your mind you could be some daring adventurer with the perfect plan to escape, or with the skills to defend yourself with something random you could grab, but you knew better than to really think you could do anything but hide.

As the footsteps and voices got louder, your eyes frantically searched the room and finally landed on the large upright dresser— maybe it was a little obvious, but it had a handy little feature that made it lock from the inside. It had come in handy for a decade of hide-and-seek, and now it would hopefully serve you one last time.

With not a second to spare, you ran over and grabbed the golden handles, swinging the doors open but being careful to shut them quietly after you’d stepped inside and made room for yourself among the coats and dresses. You searched for the lock in the pitch darkness, only able to find it because it was right above the keyhole that glowed from the dim light outside. Just as you turned the knob and heard the metal lock slide inside the wooden door, you heard your bedroom door open.

Someone walked around your room briefly, you even heard them pick something up and set it down— probably your bedside lamp, based on where it was coming from, but you obviously couldn’t be sure and frankly didn’t care that much. Footsteps approached the dresser and you saw the keyhole light up as a flashlight passed over it.

“Let’s take all the clothes and put them in the fireplace,” a voice in the room announced. “We won’t actually light the fireplace, but it sends a message.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to try to keep quiet when the doors shook briefly from an attempt to open them.

“Fuck, it’s locked.”

“Here, you go on to the next room, I’ll pick it,” a second voice decided, and you heard more footsteps as someone else approached the armoire. “Look how fancy the dresser is, they’ve probably got furs in here too— god knows people living in a house like this can’t miss an opportunity to destroy the environment.”

You heard something jiggle inside the keyhole, a clicking noise that went on for just a few moments before you heard the metal slide inside the wood again and the doors slowly opened.

A man, dressed in black and holding a flashlight in his gloved hands, stared at you from behind a mask that left only his brown eyes visible. You both stood still, staring at each other, until he did exactly the last thing you expected: he lifted the mask up to his forehead and showed you his face.

He was a lot younger than you would’ve expected, though he had the scruffy beard of a guy trying to look older; his teeth were slightly crooked when he smiled at you, and when he raised a brow while he gave you a quick look-over, you noticed the way they almost connected in the middle.

Under his gaze, you suddenly felt very aware of how little your lacy, baby pink nightgown protected you from the chilling night air.

"Well, what's this?" he asked coyly as he watched you shiver. "Guess these capitalist pigs left one of their little piglets behind." He put on a cooing sort of voice as he addressed you directly: "Did mummy and daddy leave you all alone while they went on holiday?"

He stepped closer even as you tried to shrink away, examining you carefully.

“Get out of there, silly, what are you hiding for? I’m not gonna hurt you,” he assured, not that you found it especially comforting. When you didn’t step out of your own accord, he grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you forward; he slammed the dresser doors behind you, and you whimpered in fear as he pinned you down against them by each arm. "Shh, hey, don't worry— I'm here to take care of you, you can call me daddy instead until your heartless banker father gets back. Go ahead, tell me what's wrong."

"I—"

"Ah ah," he tutted with a mix of bemusement and disappointment, "I already told you how to address me."

You shuddered but finally responded, "Daddy, I'm scared."

He gave you a demeaning little pout, but you continued.

"Some men broke in and I'm alone and… and I don't know if they want to hurt me."

"No, baby, they don't want to hurt you," he promised with a gentle smile, but it turned horrifically sinister as he leaned in to add with a whisper: "but we will if we have to."

You swallowed thickly, your gut twisting when you felt him breathe out against your neck.

"So you're gonna be a good girl, right?"

You nodded quickly, turning away when he leaned in closer, looking down at you with darkened eyes and running the fingers of his black gloves over the neckline of your pyjamas.

“You were just waiting for me, huh? All tucked in in your cute little nightgown, dressed up like a doll,” he grinned. “I bet you want daddy to play with you, hm?”

He laughed cruelly when you shook your head, fighting harder to get away again as he squeezed your arms tight enough to leave marks where his fingers had been.

“Wanna play, little dolly?” he continued, pressing his body into yours and roughly shoving his leg between your thighs. “I know you do… c'mon and give me a kiss," he requested.

“N-no,” you stammered, but he grabbed your jaw in his gloved hand and forced you to look ahead, slamming his lips onto yours and ignoring your muffled protests. When he pinched your side you gasped instinctively, and he shoved his tongue inside your mouth roughly— but that only lasted for a moment, before you found renewed strength and managed to shove him back. It wasn’t far enough to free yourself, but enough to get a break from the oppressive kiss.

“Aw, don’t be mean,” he pouted, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. “You said you’d be good for me, remember?”

“Just stop, please,” you whined, gasping before you could stop yourself when he rubbed his thigh up against you— hitting right on your clit which throbbed in spite of everything. Somehow the fear made you more sensitive, or at least something had because you’d never felt quite like this before.

“See? You’re all worked up,” he explained, “I’m gonna help you.”

This time when he leaned in he started to kiss and suck at your neck instead, starting right beneath your ear and moving down slowly until his tongue laved over the crook where your shoulder began. As much as you hated it, it made arousal pulse between your legs where his thigh continued to push hard on you.

When he moved even closer, you could feel his erection against your hip; you didn’t even realise that you’d let out a gasp until you felt him smile against your neck. “Oh, babydoll… you want daddy’s cock inside you, I can tell.”

“N-no, I don’t— just stop,” you begged.

“If only it were so easy, to just ask someone to stop,” he mused. “You know how many times we asked people like your father to stop before they fucked us? You know how far that gets us? You don’t just get to ask nicely, you have to fight for it…”

He chuckled as you writhed in his embrace.

“But you’re too weak to fight, poor thing.”

"Please, I'm not a part of whatever you’re talking about,” you tried to explain, “I don't know much about what Papa does at work—"

"That's your problem, baby, you're blissfully ignorant! Not all of us have that luxury. But the good news is, I'm here to educate you." He pushed up even closer to you, speaking lowly right into your ear with rage starting to bubble up in his voice. "Your father is a piece of scum who feeds on the working class and then robs them blind. You live like this, unquestioningly, and the rest of Germany suffers. Stuck-up bitch like you wouldn't even notice me if you saw me on the street, would you? Wouldn't even give me the time of day, but now you're at my mercy. That’s what you people need to learn: that you’re not gonna be on top forever.”

Suddenly you felt his hand cup your sex through your nightgown, and you choked on your gasp. “No—!” you started to shout, but his right hand covered your mouth as the left hastily pulled your pyjamas up and reached under them.

“Stop fucking squirming,” he grunted as he reached between your kicking legs and slid quickly up your thigh. “Mm, bet you’re hiding a pretty little cunt under this nightgown— hold still, baby, you’re gonna like this.”

Finally maneuvring his way into your panties, he abruptly shoved two gloved fingers inside of you, watching closely as you scrunched your face up tight in discomfort. He thrusted and twisted them around for a bit, carelessly stretching you open as you tried desperately to squirm away; it stung a bit, and the leather of the gloves was cool and awkwardly firm against your walls. For some reason, when he dropped his free hand from your face, you didn’t try to scream again— maybe because you knew no one who cared could hear you— and you just panted heavily instead.

As quickly as he’d pushed them in he pulled them out, bringing the glove up to his mouth to take it off with his teeth with a little growl before rubbing his bare hand over your pussy again. You whimpered when he slid his fingers inside you again, this time feeling the texture of his skin as he curled the pads of his fingers right against your spot. “Yeah?” he mumbled his taunt around the leather between his teeth before spitting the glove out onto the floor. “Fuck, so warm… you’re so wet already, dolly, has nobody been giving this pussy any attention?”

He stopped moving his fingers inside you to pull out and give your clit a few slaps, licking his lips when you cried out from the sharp sensation.

“Huh?” he reminded you to answer when you never gave a response.

“N-no,” you shook your head, finally, and he smiled like he was proud of himself.

“Yeah? You’re not a virgin, are you?”

You only looked down at the floor, blinking a few times as you focused on the teal carpet, and heard him laugh darkly.

“Oh, dolly, I might break you,” he warned roughly as he pushed your gown up to your waist, ignoring your sobbed pleas for him to stop. “We don’t usually take anything from the people we visit, but if I take your virginity maybe your people will finally get the message.”

“Please— you don’t have to do that,” you stammered, rushing through whatever you could think of to make him change his mind, “I won’t tell anyone you were here. You can have whatever you want, if I call them they can send you money—”

“You aren’t even fucking listening to me, we don’t want your expensive bullshit and we don’t want your dirty fucking money!” he corrected sternly, clutching your sleeves tighter and shaking you slightly with the intensity of his movements. “We just want you to be afraid, because the revolution is coming.”

But you were afraid of something much more imminent than a revolution.

“Get on the fucking bed,” he demanded, though you couldn’t do much else considering he was already roughly tossing you onto it, climbing on top of you and pinning you down when you started to crawl back instinctively. With his legs resting on yours and keeping you (somewhat) still, he only needed one hand to grab your shoulders while the other rushed to open his jeans.

Your eyes got a little wide when you saw his cock— before that, it was almost like some part of you didn’t really think he’d go through with his, but now you could see clearly that he was hard and ready… and big enough to make you question how that thing was even supposed to fit inside you.

He tore through your panties like they were paper; he lifted and spread your legs as he sat between them and, much to your humiliation, just stared down at your pussy for a moment. You’d never felt so exposed and it made you feel worse than ever. “Knew you’d have a pretty cunt,” he announced smugly, “can’t wait to see it all stretched out and covered in my come— I’m gonna ruin you, babydoll.”

You weakly struggled as he held your hips down with one hand and haphazardly stroked his cock a few times with the other, rubbing himself over your opening before pulling his hips back to spit right onto your clit. After spreading the improvised lubrication around with his head for a moment, he pushed down on it with his thumb to line up with your hole and, without any further warning, slid inside in one motion.

You bit down on your lip hard, and even that wasn’t enough to distract you from the sting; it felt like he was ripping you open, not to mention going so deep that you could feel him in your stomach.

He groaned loudly, head falling back for a moment as he started to thrust into you. “Fuck, I can tell you’re a virgin— it must be hurting you, huh?”

But the question was a bit redundant, since tears had already begun to stream down your temples and your fingers were clutching tightly onto the sheets beneath you; if they were any less expensive, they probably would’ve ripped.

“Maybe a little pain will be good for you,” he decided with a smirk, “I think a spoiled brat like you has been spared the rod a few too many times.”

It was definitely more than a ‘little’ pain, and it only seemed to sting more each time he pulled back and pushed in again— he wasn’t going very fast, yet, so that was one thing you could almost be thankful for. That said, he wasn’t very gentle either.

He hastily reached up under your nightgown to grope your breasts, quickly moving from one to the other as he squeezed them just a bit too hard. “You like how daddy plays with your tits, don’t you?” he grunted. “Say, ‘yes daddy.’”

“Y-yes, daddy,” you mumbled awkwardly; maybe being embarrassed to say that was superfluous considering everything else happening right now, but your face got warmer regardless.

A whimper almost caught in your throat when he pinched your hardened nipples, but it broke through when he seemingly-randomly gave a spank to your inner thigh.

He looked down at where your bodies were joined, where he was stretching you out with steady pumps of his cock that filled you to the brim, before reaching up to quickly pull his black sweater off over his head— a t-shirt underneath came off with it as his chest was exposed. He wasn’t unreasonably pale but he clearly wasn’t the type to get a ton of sun, and he had a thin scattering of dirty-blonde hair over some of it. It was sort of embarrassing, now, seeing how thin he was and yet he was still so much stronger than you.

"You're getting so wet, babydoll, look— you're making a mess on these expensive sheets," he grinned. And he wasn't lying; the sting of the stretch had slowly faded, replaced with a friction you actually couldn't help but enjoy. Each time he moved, he seemed to slide right over a spot that made you tighten up your legs so they wouldn't shake.

But, apparently, there was still plenty left that he could do to hurt you.

You cried out, so louder it echoed across the room, when he suddenly thrust into you hard and deep, hitting the very end of you as your body involuntarily jolted— he clapped his hand down over your mouth instantly, muffling your cries to near-silence as he set a punishingly fast pace out of nowhere. You couldn’t turn your head when you heard your bedroom door open, but you could glance to the side and see another burglar appear in the doorway, staring forward at the scene in front of him.

A new sense of shame burned inside you for being seen in such a way; oddly, it came with guilt, too, as if you were doing something wrong yourself, when really it was just something wrong being done to you. The man on top of you didn’t seem to feel much of either, though: he didn’t even slow down.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" the other man asked his partner, face still hidden but his voice a mixture of bewildered and disgusted. "This isn't how we roll."

"Fuck off, I'm almost done," your attacker scoffed. You tried to use the distraction to fight him again— you swung your arms to try to scratch his face or push him away, but without even hesitating he simply stopped covering your mouth to pin your wrists at either side of your head.

"Is this really what you think the revolution is about?" the man in the door sneered. "Or does that even matter to you when you think you might get some ass? Jesus, I always knew you were a creep but this is…" he trailed off.

"Maybe you should take a turn with her, might fix your attitude," the man on top of you suggested. "She's real tight— trust me, you'll feel better."

"I promise that raping that girl isn't gonna make me feel better, Jan," he frowned.

"Fine, then just go so I can finish and I'll meet you guys in the yard," Jan— apparently that was his name— instructed.

"Don't go," you begged the man in the door, seeing the concern on his face— you could tell he wanted to stop Jan, maybe if you asked him to, he would.

"Shut up, bitch," Jan growled, correcting you with a slap to the face.

The man in the doorway just shook his head and sighed, stepping back into the hall and shutting the door behind him. You cried harder, more sure than ever that Jan was right when he said you were at his mercy; and he didn’t seem to have much.

He fucked you rough and fast, recklessly chasing his own pleasure with no regard for yours. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean that you didn’t feel any pleasure, though… it was building, in fact, sort of like when you touched yourself but so much stronger, and deeper, and threatening to overflow at any moment. “Oh fuck, you’re close,” he noticed with a tilted grin, “you love it so fucking much, huh? Wanna cream on daddy’s cock?”

You shook your head but he slapped you again, spinning your face to the side as he held both your wrists above your head in one hand and gripped your jaw with the other.

“Stop lying,” he growled, “I can feel it, I can feel your cunt getting tighter… you’re gonna come so fucking hard for me, aren’t you, babydoll? God, what a nasty fucking whore you are…”

He held your face to look straight ahead, up at where he hovered above you and bared his teeth in a snarl, before forcing your mouth open and spitting into it. You grimaced and tried even harder to squirm away but he quickly clamped his hand down over your nose and mouth so you couldn’t try to spit it back out again.

“C’mon, swallow it,” he instructed roughly, voice a bit strained from the force it took to hold you down. You could hardly breathe with his hand this way, and when you tilted your head back to try to get away from it, you accidentally swallowed his spit with a disgusted, muffled grunt. “There you go, good girl,” he purred as he watched your throat bob a bit involuntarily, “that’s it, I know you wanna come— say it! Say ‘daddy I wanna come.’”

He let go of your mouth and slapped you again before you even had a chance to hesitate. “D-daddy,” you whined, “I… I—”

“It’s not that fucking hard,” he hissed, “just say it, you dumb fucking slut!”

One more slap was apparently all you needed to just choke it out: “I wanna come, daddy!” you cried, back starting to arch as the pressure of holding back your release became too much to bear.

“Then fucking come,” he demanded, “come for me, baby, right fucking now.”

You tried to hold out just a moment longer, just to spite him, just so you wouldn’t obey him so easily… but it only took one rough thrust right into the end of you to make it all spill over. You came with a sob, shaking and jerking beneath him for a moment before a warmth spread through you; it started right where he filled you and spread everywhere until your mind was all foggy and your fingers started to go numb— or maybe that was just because of him pinning you down at the wrists.

Much to your disgust, you could hear how wet you had become with every stroke inside you, a sickening squelching noise that made him laugh as your face tingled with numbness and burned with shame all at once. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” he praised, “naughty little dolly, making a mess on daddy’s cock with that dirty fucking cunt of yours… I’m gonna cover it in my come, are you ready, baby? Ask daddy to come on your pussy, don’t make me hit you again.”

“Daddy, please,” you mumbled quietly, “come on my pussy…”

“I can’t hear you, babydoll, you need to speak up,” he mocked.

And you were just so exhausted and overwhelmed and his thrusts inside your sensitive walls were starting to get painful again— that was why you really meant it when you sobbed through your begging: “Please, daddy, come on my pussy!”

With one more panted moan he pulled out and only had to give his cock one blur of a stroke before white, warm come began to paint over your sore opening, your swollen clit, your bruised inner thighs. “Fuuucckkk…” he groaned under his breath as he watched himself coat you, and you caught a tinge of pink from your blood on his cock and hand as he slowed down to a stop. "Sheiße," he sighed, letting go of your wrists to sit up and close his eyes for a moment before looking down again at where you were limp and splayed out on your bed beneath him. “See? I’m getting reckless, I really shouldn’t be leaving evidence…”

Even without that, you knew his name and face, but apparently he was focusing on the copious amounts of DNA he’d just left on you.

“I suppose it won’t be a problem, because you’re not going to tell anyone,” he posited, leaning down slightly to hover over you as you swallowed around the rock that had suddenly formed in your throat. “You know how I know you won’t?”

You weakly shook your head, already terrified to imagine what the answer to that question was going to be. Of course, your first assumption was that he was going to kill you, or threaten to do so if you involved the police. He knew where you lived, he could threaten your family, too: the thought made your skin crawl as he leaned down further to whisper right against your ear as you instinctively turned your face away from him.

“Because if you tell someone that I raped you,” he finally continued, “then you’ll also have to tell them that you liked it.”

Speaking right against your ear, it took him no effort at all to stick his tongue out and lick you right on it, making you squeal with fear and disgust.

He quickly hopped off the bed and recollected himself, stuffing his softening and blood-stained cock back into his pants before gathering his discarded clothes from the floor. "Your folks won't be home for two more nights, right? I should come visit you again," he winked when he spared a glance at you. “Now get some rest, baby, you deserve it. Don’t worry, I’ll lock the front door behind me when we leave… wouldn’t want anybody unsavory getting in, now would we?”

[sierraraeck]

How to Apologize

Spencer x Luke x Fem!Reader

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Summary: You can’t believe that for the four months since you’ve joined the team, and have been relentlessly flirting with the two hot agents, no one thought to tell you that they were together. Luke and Spencer decide they should apologize to you with an impromptu, late-night visit.

Category: Smut. Essentially pwp. A little fluff and a dash of angst if you squint.

Warnings: Cussing. Alcohol mentioned. Fingering (vaginal and anal), oral (male and female receiving), protected penetration, double penetration. Use of condoms and lube.

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: Welcome back to episode three of me being in love with Ralvez. I’ve just really been in a mood for them lately, so I hope you enjoy what my mind comes up with when I just keep thinking about them ;)

You’ve got to be shitting me.

You couldn’t believe it. Luke and Spencer were together, and had been for over a year now. You’d only been on the team for about four months, all of which you spent unabashedly flirting with both of them.

Everyone knew it, too. It wasn’t like you were particularly quiet about expressing how much you enjoyed their company, and how easy they were on the eyes. It was fun for you, and you thought it was fun for them. They both seemed kind of into it, and the team found it a little funny.

Now you’re understanding why they found it funny. Because the whole time, you’d been embarrassing yourself by flirting with taken men. And they weren’t just taken. They were dating each other.

“You’re joking,” you said, with absolutely no humor. You were sitting on a barstool looking around at the shit-eating grins around you. They all shook their heads.

Your mouth was agape, “You’re fucking joking. You all saw this happening and not one of you had the decency to tell me!? This is bullshit!”

This just caused more laughter to erupt around you. Luckily, the bar you were at was pretty noisy, so not too much attention was drawn to your group.

“Honestly?” Emily started, “We just wanted to see, you know, as a profiler, how long it’d take you to figure it out.”

“And we,” Luke hopped in, gesturing to him and Spencer, “Wanted to see how well we could control our microexpressions.”

“This is some shit,” you mumbled to yourself, still wrapping your head around what was being said. You were trying to be light-hearted about it, and you had to admit it was a pretty good one they pulled on you, but you still felt a little insulted. And embarrassed. Oh god, you felt really embarrassed. Especially now that you knew they were ‘testing your skills’ or something, and you weren’t good enough to pick up on their relationship. You offered a disbelieving smile and shook your head. “You know what? I’m disinviting myself from this, and I’m going to go home, because otherwise… Actually let’s not talk about what would be happening otherwise.” The whole team gave you some strange looks at that comment, and you just took a deep breath and said, “Okay, I’m just gonna go.”

“Hey, Y/N, wait!” Tara called after you. You turned to face her. “We meant no harm by it!”

You laughed and acknowledged, “Oh, I know! I just think that maybe I should do a little mental detox now that I know I need to cool it.” You winked, trying to make everything calm and casual so that there would be no weird feelings when you returned to work on Monday.

But you definitely had weird feelings. About the deliberate joke that led you down a very deep rabbit hole, about the fact that you couldn’t just ‘detox’ the two men from your mind, and about how long they let the joke mess with your feelings.

It didn’t matter, though, because Spencer and Luke were together, and the last thing you wanted to do was make things complicated.

You were seated on your couch with a glass of wine watching reruns of your favorite show when you heard a knock at the door. You were in your pajamas, a navy tank top with matching shorts, and had been home for nearly two hours. It was a little past midnight, and you were actually about to go to bed. You couldn’t figure out who was at your door, and why the hell they’d be there past midnight, but one look through the peephole gave you clarity.

Two tall, handsome, nervous figures stood, waiting for you to answer. You sighed, unlocking the bolt and pulling the door open. You had the slightest idea to grab a jacket or something to throw on over your pajamas, but you were no longer trying to impress the agents before you.

“Hey guys,” you croaked, voice sounding tired.

Spencer and Luke were still acting a bit nervous, but Luke gave you a small smile. “Hey Y/N. May we come in?”

You gave them a once over, realizing they were both in large, matching, burgundy robes. You were confused, and gave them a strange look, but stepped to the side regardless. They quickly scampered into your apartment.

Once inside, Luke shut and locked the door, standing in front of it. You waited for them to say something.

Instead, they looked at each other, took a deep breath, then undid their robes, dropping them to the floor. They were completely and utterly naked.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered, unable to peel your eyes away from the two of them.

They both smirked slightly at your reaction, and Spencer brought your attention back to his eyes when he said, “We figured we needed to apologize.”

All you could manage was a weak ‘uh-huh.’

“As long as you were serious about some of the things you said-” Luke started.

“And were actually flirting with us because you liked us-” Spencer continued.

“We wanted to show you that we were serious and flirting with you, too,” Luke concluded.

Again, all you got out was an ‘uh-huh.’ They looked at you expectantly, so you picked your jaw up off the floor and forced your brain to say something more helpful. “Yes, I was dead serious, yes, I was actually flirting with you, and, to answer your next question, yes.”

“The last yes was for what?” Luke half-teased.

“Whatever the fuck is happening right now,” you gestured to their bare forms, “yes.” They both laughed slightly, and just as Spencer was about to take a step toward you, you held up your hand. “Hold on, wait. I know you said you were serious, but is this something the two of you actually want, or is this just out of pity?” you asked skeptically.

Luke’s eyes went wide, “We actually want this.”

At the same time, Spencer said, “This is not out of pity.”

They seemed sincere, and that was good enough for you.

This time when Spencer stepped toward you, you didn’t stop him. His lips latched on to yours, and you immediately sank into his warmth. His lips were soft and his tongue was energetic, searching every part of your mouth it could reach. Luckily for you, he was already stark naked, giving you free reign to explore his bare chest.

As Spencer was exploring your mouth, Luke came up behind you and started lifting your shirt off your frame. His hands felt nice, just barely brushing up against your cold sides. You and Spencer had to part, but only for a moment, as Luke pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it to the side.

You already felt like you couldn’t breathe, but when Luke seductively trailed his fingers up your sides and around between you and Spencer to start toying with your nipples, you thought you might never breathe again. Spencer started kissing down the column of your throat, sucking slightly at each point. Without Spencer’s mouth to absorb the sound, they could both hear the small gasps and whimpers you made at each touch.

Luke was firmly at your back, his hot chest pressed up against your shoulder blades, or maybe the fire radiating from them was all in your head, you couldn’t quite tell. Spencer wrapped his arms around your back, and pulled you all the way to him, leaving barely any room for Luke’s fingers to continue their ministrations. You made a snarky remark in your head about how you weren’t surprised about Spencer’s possessiveness, until he reached behind you. Luke groaned in your ear shortly after Spencer squeezed your ass and continued his trail to the growing bulge behind you. Spencer was quite good at multitasking. Kissing, sucking, stroking… That didn’t surprise you, however. You knew how fast his mind could work, and how it always seemed to be thinking about multiple things at once.

It didn’t really surprise you either that Luke was less good at multitasking. Still amazing, but not like Spencer. With that in mind, you decided to turn the attention of the group a little bit. You turned in Luke’s now still arms, back against Spencer’s chest. You gave Spencer enough room to continue massaging Luke, but you did lean forward enough to plant your lips on his.

Luke’s kiss was different from Spencer’s. His lips were plump and captivating, and his tongue was a bit more languid than Spencer’s, granted that could’ve been because most of his attention was being drawn elsewhere.

“Wait,” Luke panted, pulling away from you. You and Spencer both immediately stopped what you were doing and looked up at him. “Bedroom?”

You tilted your head in the direction of the door down hall, and the three of you moved like it was a mad dash to get there first.

Once inside, Luke’s lips reattached themselves to yours, and he walked you backwards toward the bed, hands on your waist. They traveled lower, over your still-clothed ass, and spread flat on the back of your thighs. Somehow, you knew what he wanted, lacing your fingers together behind his neck and jumping into his sculpted arms. He swiftly strode the rest of the way to the mattress and plopped you down, following quickly with his own body. Your legs were partially wrapped around his middle and his hands were back on your waist again, this time toying with the waistband of your pajama shorts. You had a fleeting thought about how you wished you were wearing any of the cute lingerie pieces in your drawer, but before ten minutes ago, you never thought the situation you were currently in would even be possible, let alone happen. It wouldn’t matter much longer anyways, as Luke’s fingers were pulling away the remaining garments.

Now, completely bare in front of him, Luke pulled back to admire you. Spencer was at his side, also eyeing you, but wasn’t quite as patient. He crawled up the bed, looking you straight in the eye. You nodded to him, your silent consent for him to lower his head, placing delicate kisses all around your neck and chest. He was back to doing what he had only moments ago, only this time he travelled farther down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You took a shuddering breath, weaving your fingers into his shaggy curls.

Luke stood, admiring the sight. His boyfriend was hunched over their mutual crush, drawing the most arousing whines from your mouth. It went straight to his cock. But, while this was definitely a mutual pleasure situation, it was also a way to make it up to you. He wanted to make sure you got all the attention first before going any further.

With that in mind, Luke joined the two of you, his focus a little farther south than Spencer’s. You’d been so caught up in the feeling of Spencer’s tongue and teeth nipping at your peaks that the feeling of Luke’s fingers circling your clit drew a dramatic gasp from your lungs. You tugged a little harder on Spencer’s locks, causing him to moan into your skin. You made a side note to yourself about hair pulling for Spencer for future reference. You were optimistic that you’d need it.

Luke started gradually picking up the pace on your clit as Spencer switched his attention to the neglected breast. You knew that you were already pooling, and despite not being able to see anything past Spencer’s mess of hair, you could tell that Luke was pleased. His index finger circled around your entrance, one, two, three times before pushing in. Your back arched off the sheets, pushing your nipples further into Spencer’s mouth and palm. Your jaw hung open in a silent moan.

Spencer noticed, and teased, “Come on, you’re usually not this quiet when it comes to expressing how much you enjoy our company.”

Luke leaned up, finger still pushing in and out of you, to see your face. He barely caught what Spencer was referencing, as you were trying to snap your jaw shut, and smirked down at you. He turned his head to the side and started kissing up the side of Spencer’s neck, who habitually craned it to the side, providing more access. Luke added a second digit, scissoring them inside you. Spencer hummed happily at the little hickies Luke was scattering all over his neck, and you felt the heat in your belly start to burn. God, it was so fucking hot, in every sense of the word.

Luke curled both of his fingers upwards, hitting that perfect spot, as he latched his lips to Spencer’s. With the combination of the sight and both men’s ministrations, you fell over the edge.

You squeezed your eyes shut, only a little disappointed that you couldn’t continue looking at them, as your lungs expelled any air you had in your chest.

When the waves of pleasure had mostly subsided, you managed to lift your eyelids, peering up at the sight above you. Luke and Spencer were still attached at the mouth, but they pulled away, Spencer laughing a little while Luke just grinned.

“Remind me to always kiss you like that when we have guests,” Luke said to Spencer, then winked at you. You gave a weak shrug, still too blissed out to form coherent sentences. It wasn’t your fault that the two people you’d been fantasizing about kissing on top of you turned you on. No way in hell you were ashamed about it, either.

Still laying there a bit dazed, the fluffy haired boys rolled over, taking all the heat with them. Spencer was hovering over Luke, tracing his tongue down Luke’s defined muscles before reaching his destination.

Spencer wasted no time running his flattened tongue up and down Luke’s length before sucking at the tip. Luke ran his fingers through Spencer’s hair, and both seemed to relax into each other. Despite the explicit sight in front of you, everything about the two of them, clearly starting to drift into their own world, was domestic. Caring and filled with love. You almost didn’t want to disrupt them, but the overpowering need to be near them won out.

Spencer’s lower half was over the edge of the bed, his toes being the only thing holding him up and giving him a vantage point. You slid off the bed yourself and tried to soundlessly move behind the younger man, coming to rest in a squat.

Spencer was getting Luke all worked up, raspy grunts mixing with satisfied hums as Spencer bobbed his head up and down. His movements came to a screeching halt when you leaned up against the foot of your bed and swiped your tongue quickly over Spencer’s tip. He let out a soft whine, muffled by Luke’s skin, who took a sharp inhale at the vibration.

Spencer’s dick was hard and spilling precum as you worked it into your mouth. His hips started moving of their own accord, forcing you to take him deeper, faster. The three of you started a steady rhythm that was already faltering. Both men were getting close.

Propped up only on your toes, you almost lost your balance once, digging your nails into Spencer’s side for support. He growled, and just because you could, you dragged your nails down the rest of his backside. All of the muscles tensed at once, and you smiled as best you could with your mouth full, moving your hands back to work what your tongue couldn’t.

Abruptly, Spencer pulled his hips back from you, and crawled further up the bed. You followed, getting up from your spot on the ground. Your toes, on the brink of cramping, weren’t complaining.

You realized why Spencer had pulled away so quickly, catching Luke coaxing Spencer into his lap. Even though they were in a slightly different position, it didn't stop you from what you’d been doing before.

Right as Spencer got situated on Luke’s cock, just starting to roll his hips, you took Spencer back in your mouth. You had one foot on the ground, the other knee next to Luke’s torso. Spencer was louder than you’d expected, letting curses and praises fly past his lips as if they were statistics of the utmost importance.

Luke was less vocal, but he seemed more coherent. Barely.

“Come here, baby,” Luke panted. Pulling off Spencer for a moment, you looked back at Luke. His face was already glistening, and he was gesturing toward your legs. You lifted the one closest to him, and he eased it over his head. Straddling his face, he pulled you down to him, licking a clean stripe up your slit. You moaned his name, letting your head hang.

He was just so warm. Everything about Luke was warm. His personality, his face, his tongue and mouth and literal body temperature. It made you feel safe. Thinking that, you realized just how perfect he was for Spencer. You could tell Spencer wasn’t someone who experienced warmth very frequently, you’d heard about his cold past, but you were happy that there was finally someone to show him some. It made you feel even more embarrassed that you hadn’t noticed their relationship sooner.

Lost in thought, you’d stopped doing anything besides feeling Luke’s tongue alternate between pushing into you and swirling around your clit, something Spencer was less excited about. His large hand cupped your face, causing you to look up into his pleading eyes. You stifled a giggle at the sight, quickly figuring out why he was looking at you like that. You returned to tracing your tongue up and down his cock, but it was becoming much harder to focus.

Luckily, you could feel how close Spencer was to finishing, and gave him the silent ‘okay’ to finish in your mouth.

Hot ropes of cum filled your throat, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes when Spencer pushed all the way into your mouth. You were gasping for air when Spencer leaned back from you, and so was Luke as he desperately called Spencer’s name. He must’ve been close when Spencer momentarily stopped moving to find his own release.

The pressure between your hips was building as you continued to watch Luke disappear inside Spencer. You started wriggling your hips for more friction against Luke’s mouth and slight scruff, but Luke wouldn’t let you. He wrapped his arms almost completely around your waist, and pulled you down like an anchor. No matter how much moving you did, there would be no getting out of his grasp, not like you really wanted to anyway.

You couldn’t tell which one of you finished first, but your collective moans filled the air all the same. You whined at Luke who continued to lick up every ounce of moisture from you, the sensations starting to become a little too much.

He let you go, and you took a moment or two to deep breathe, forcing oxygen back into your lungs. Once Spencer thought you’d gotten sufficient air, he took it all away from you again, leaning down to kiss you. He tasted himself on your tongue, which only made him relive the fresh memory over again.

He peppered little kisses down your neck and side, which was a tad ticklish. Spencer caught on despite you trying to keep yourself together, noticing the slight flinching in your muscles. He spent extra time working you up until you were laughing and begging him to stop.

Spencer was working his way down to Luke, who’d been absentmindedly massaging your cheeks for no other reason than he wanted to touch your tush.

You weren't sure how, but the two tall men were able to kiss each other around you, Luke sitting up and Spencer leaning forward. He got to taste you off of Luke’s lips, and was almost jealous that he didn’t decide to take Luke’s spot instead.

You leaned into Luke’s chest, resting your head on his shoulder and reaching behind you to thread your fingers through his soft curls, much shorter than Spencer’s but fun to play with nonetheless. They kissed each other with more passion than you’d really ever seen before, one hand touching the other man, their other hand tracing the curves of your body. You felt like you could fall asleep in the exact position you were in, half on Luke’s lap, half on Spencer’s.

But alas, there was still plenty of night to fill. Spencer asked if you had any lube and condoms, and you were about to get up and get them, but both men kept you where you were. You started wondering how much the two of them talked about or planned before showing up at your door, but decided those were questions for a later hour.

You directed Spencer to where both were kept while Luke turned you around to face him. You had a very quick discussion about cleanliness, something you were relieved to find out wasn’t an issue for any party, and Luke was sliding on a condom and pushing into you before you knew it. Pregnancy wasn’t something you were looking for at the moment.

Luke had been doing most of the work up until Spencer returned, his presence really only being a shifting of air behind you. Your eyes were locked on Luke’s eyes which were flicking between you and the man behind you.

It took you all the way up until Spencer’s hip bones came in contact with your ass that you realized what Spencer wanted the lube for. That and the guttural groan that ripped itself from Luke’s chest. At that point, Luke had stilled his thrusts up into you, so you decided to keep the pace, bouncing up and down on Luke’s ever-hardening dick. You braced yourself with a hand on his chest, his skin feeling like it might melt your fingertips.

Spencer snaked his hands around your body, cupping your breast in his hands and rolling your nipples around between his fingers. Spencer, you were convinced, had bad circulation, feeling colder than you and Luke. You arched your back into him regardless, giving him full access to nip down your neck as he continued to pound into Luke. You had barely noticed the slowing of your hips atop Luke’s until Spencer placed his hands on your waist with a bruising grip. He set a much faster pace for you and Luke than either of you had set before, but you couldn’t be mad. Each thrust pushed you further and further toward the edge.

That all stopped when Spencer lightly leaned you over Luke’s body, Luke gladly accepting by pulling you even closer, wrapping his arms around your back. The three of you were still moving, but only in the slightest way you could from your positions.

With your face buried in Luke’s neck, reveling in the momentary reprieve of a slower pace, Luke must’ve been looking at Spencer who was tracing all sorts of patterns on your ass. You felt like there was a silent conversation you were being left out of.

You were clued in when Spencer traced a single finger right over your puckered hole, all the muscles contracting at the sudden contact. Luke whined at the tension, as he was still completely sheathed inside you.

Spencer lightly continued his tracing, close but not too close, as he leaned over your back and asked, “Is it okay if I touch you here?” He emphasized his words with another swipe over your hole. This time, you were a bit more prepared.

You twisted your neck around to look at Spencer’s face. It was soft and questioning, showing you that, while he was interested, he clearly wasn’t going to do anything you didn’t want to. But you were intrigued. You’d only ever tried it once before with a definitely straight man, and it was just medium. Nothing you had really considered doing again until now, but you trusted Spencer. And honestly, who better to give it a second chance with than someone who knew what he was doing? Not only that, but frequently participated in it with his boyfriend?

You nodded, looking him straight in the eyes. “Yes.”

“Let us know if you are ever uncomfortable or need us to stop,” Luke reminded.

You turned your attention back to him and nodded again. “I will.”

Now with confirmation from you, Spencer dripped some of your lube at the top of your ass, watching it roll all the way down to where you and Luke were connected. Luke had stopped moving completely, and you were staying still enough for Spencer to slowly push a finger into you. He confirmed with you one more time that you were okay, which you assured him you were, before he started moving.

He was nice and slow to start, allowing you time to adjust to the feeling. As Luke started rocking back and forth with his hips, Spencer added a second finger, scissoring them to help stretch you out. You hissed at the added pressure.

Both men started moving a bit faster, pulling gasps out of you faster than you could bring air back in. You were surprised that you whined when Spencer removed his fingers, not realizing how much you were actually enjoying yourself. You felt empty with the loss of contact, but didn’t have to worry for long when the familiar ‘pop’ of the lube cap let you know it had been opened.

A few moments later and Spencer was filling you up at a tantalizing pace. Luke slowed again, allowing you time to adjust to the new sensations. The man at your back pulled clean out of you, drawing yet another whimper, as the one below you placed his firm hands on you back and rolled the two of you to the side.

Spencer was at your back again, already pushing back into you as Luke pulled your top leg over his hips, giving both men better access.

It started out slow and sensual, but gradually turned into something desperate and frantic. Hands were groping over bodies, mouths were attaching themselves to any lips or skin available. Spencer was massaging your tits from behind and Luke hand his arms draped over your hips to bring you closer to him with each thrust by your ass. The three of you were a mess of limbs and moans, each trying to meet your end.

Spencer came first, sloppy thrusts coming to a halt behind you, and tried to muffle his groans in the flesh of the base of your neck. It didn’t help much. You were right behind him, the brutal pace they had been pounding into you becoming too much. You were worried you might have blown Luke’s eardrum out with how closely you were screaming next to him, a sound your neighbor was sure to mention when filing a complaint you couldn’t care to feel guilty about.

You and Spencer were floating down from your highs, but Luke wasn’t as satisfied. He pulled out of you, cold air hitting your body and sending a shock through your system. His lips were on yours quickly, which had you melting again.

He growled in that deep voice of his about turning you around, which made you feel all tingly until he actually did it. It took more effort than you care to admit to simply change sides, facing Spencer now. It was good to look at his face again. You had absolutely no problem with Luke’s (who would?), but you wanted to look at them equally. Unfortunately, you weren’t born with eyes in the back of your head.

You were back in the same position you’d been in, just this time your other leg was propped up on Spencer’s more pronounced hip bones and not Luke’s. Spencer quickly took advantage of getting to see your face head on, capturing your lips with his. His tongue slid into your mouth when you gasped at the feeling of Luke entering you from behind. It was a bit easier for him to slide in, Spencer having already stretched you out. Luke joined Spencer as they both kissed down your neck, only stopping briefly to kiss each other.

The slightly younger man trailed all the way down to your breasts, taking your nubs in his mouth or fingers. Luke was still marking up your neck, brushing his fingers down your sides. With each of his thrusts, your heat was grinding against Spencer’s length, which you felt continually get harder. He looked into your eyes and you whispered the few words of your consent, not being able to get anything else out.

He bucked his hips up into yours, having no trouble as you were still wet from your previous orgasm and your impending one. The feeling of the two of them pushing and pulling inside you, hitting different spots from different angles, you knew you weren’t going to last long. It just felt so good to be completely filled up to the hilt.

Needing something to grasp on to, your fingers immediately found Spencer’s curls. You remembered from earlier he seemed to like it, so you tugged, pulling a delicious groan from his pink and puffy lips. You felt Luke’s labored breath on your ear, and with the few brain cells that were still working, you could tell that the three of you were very, very close.

You snapped first, clawing your nails down Spencer’s back, and the feeling seemed to be enough for him. The sound of his love and his crush moaning in harmony pushed Luke over the edge, joining your symphony.

The three of you laid there panting before both men got up to remove their condoms. Luke came back with a towel to wipe you clean of yourself, Spencer putting the lube back where he found it. Luke tossed the towel to the side, laying down next to you. Spencer walked back into your room on slightly shaky legs, which made you smile just a bit. He, too, collapsed next to you. You were able to see all the red marks on his back and thighs from your nails, and you almost felt bad for not spreading the wealth around a little more, only Spencer’s skin receiving the assault.

Soon, all of your breathing reached a normal level, and Spencer pulled the sheets up over his body, Luke helping him get you under, then sliding under himself.

You sighed with content, then laughed, drawing both men’s attention to you, as if it weren’t already. “Wow. You sure know how to apologize.”

They both chuckled with you, cuddling even closer now.

“So was it worth it?” Luke half-teased.

You pretended to think about it, but replied, cheeky, “I mean, you could have told me sooner, but I guess I don’t mind the two of you needing to apologize.” And to be honest, you hoped there’d be more reasons for apologies in the future.