#cause doing that is literally the most asshole move you could do in my eyes. akin to spitting in someone's face and stomping on their foot

[syn4k]

[casually, slowly, and deliberately painting my nails, not taking my attention off of them] oh and by the way, unquestionably respecting peoples' pronouns and what they wish to be referred to as no matter how obscure, strange, or misaligned with their presentation may be is a basic human right alongside food, water, shelter, and dignity and i will not be taking questions nor debates about that fact.

[sanjisblackasswife]

Working on all my November /October drafts before tumblr deletes em🤦🏽‍♀️ enjoy baby💓 i also added luffy because edging him would be so fun :)

Edging Monster Trio + Kidd (NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Cw: …sex bro its sex

Zoro

2nd biggest brat of the four.

Zoro is a naturally easily flustered boy. Just a single compliment from you and he’s already red in the face.

But poor baby he tries so hard to mask it. It’s almost like he turns into a literal brat when you edge him on.

“Why—why do you want to hear me beg, are you some kinda sadist?”

“Lil bit.”

“WHAT—“

Edging Zoro is a treat because he would rather bite his lip until he bleeds before blessing your ears with his whimpers and begging

But you knew Zoro would be difficult so you made a bet. And in this bet he loss and that’s how he got here:

Strapped on your chair, naked, with you riding his thigh with a vibrator in your hand.

“What the—hell is your problem!” 

You could hear the strain in his voice. Zoro’s chest and face are so red, but not as red as his cock right now. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, he was looking at the wall and everything else, but you, and it made you upset, he couldn’t seem to want to look at you, being a little brat he was you grabbed his wet cheeks, mushing it together a little, forcing him to look at you.

“Hey…”You nod at him a little, he begins to huff and breathe through his nose, chest rising and lowering quickly almost as if he were struggling to catch his breathe, you smile, “focus on me…”

Nothing could compare to the shock shown in Zoro's eyes, it brought a chill down his spine to see you turn your demeanor in such a 180, and yet...he couldn't be more turned on.

"Ple-"

Your eyebrows rise, it's been 15 minutes of consistent moving the vibrator on his cock and pulling it away, yes Zoro can have amazing self discipline, but you knew just how to push the envelope.

"Say it.."

"Fuck.." Zoro puffed out, head tried hanging low, but you picked it back up with one hand , while pressing the toy back on his leaking tip, precum now falling over the head of the vibrator. "...please..please let me fucking cum."

You almost felt bad for being so mean, you knew from his blushed chest and face, the way his thigh twitched under you cunt, and how a moan slipped through his teeth he was at his limit, but if he wasn't such a stubborn little asshole maybe he would have came sooner.

Luckily, you're not too mean and you let him do just that making a sticky mess on not only his abs but your hand as well.

Kid

Biggest brat.

Most annoying brat

First off good luck trynna convince him and good luck trynna get him to beg

"Fuck you and that idea."

Edging Kid just...won't happen... not unless you are on top...possibly.

"Keep--fucking going dammit!"

"No."

You have spent 30 minutes trying to break this asshole and he finally started to whine just a little when you started to grind yourself on his cock just how he likes before cumming and stopped. Now, it's time to edge him.

"I'll never fucking beg for you."

"Then I guess you'll never fucking cum now will you.."

Kid is usually the type to call your bluff, he has done it plenty times in the past, but tonight you were tired. You were tired of his bullshit and trying to tell you what to do and that glint in your eye showed him you weren't playing around with him anymore.

Pressing your body against his your lips latched to his weak spot as you lazily humped his dick, damn your ass felt good slapping against his thigh he couldn't keep himself from biting his wet lips.

"Sssssshittt!" Kid got choked up, his lips began to part, eye furrowed focusing on cumming since he was so so close as you nibbled and licked on his neck, but alas, you knew his body like the back of your head so you move away, causing him to curse again.

"Say. Please."

"Fuck. You."

His voice was quivering when he said thta, you sigh, sure you were close to an orgasm as well, but you set your pleasure aside to show him you meant what you said.

And that's exactly why after 2 more times of stopping him from realsing inside you he broke, "Ple...please...make me cum..."

Sanji

Swears he hates it but he just cant get enough.

"Aah! W-wait wait wait wait wait! Sssssshhiit Y/N babe!-"

Fuck his moans were some of the sluttiest things you could hear from a man like him, he whines so much you almost wanted to give in and slide yourself on top of him, his voice alone made you so wet all by itself you kept rubbing your thighs, clenching over nothing when you heard him cry out beside you

"You're not ganna give up so easily are you? My pretty boy isn't THAT weak to temptation is he?..you already failed earlier, here's your second chance to show me you can handle this.."

His fingers were nearly ripping through your sheets, looking down to see you slowly push his black shirt higher over his chest, his underwear to his ankles and your pretty small hands around his throbbing cock, it was a sight to see as he laid uncomfortably still watching you pump so vigorously, just to stop all together.

Your breast now stained from prior, he came way too fast and way too easily when you rubbed his slit with your thumb.

"Y/N...baby...I--ah!"

Yes, you want to hear him beg, but it was more fun hearing him whimper, your hand was gliding against his wet shaft, using his cum as lube as you suckled his nipple, it was all too much for Sanji to take and feeling you stop him from cumming again, he started to get choked up, tears falling from his eyes

"Please!" He coughed, "pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, let me cum for you please!"

Ugh. You really had a soft spot for this pervert. His cheeks were so wet and pink you kiss his lips passionately as if your were apologizing for being so mean.

Not parting your lips from him you flew your leg over him, pulling away slowly to let him watch you sink down on his cock, sharing such a slutty moan together, "Yes! Yes thank you, baby thank you I love youiloveyou i love--aahhh mmmmfuck!"

You let him thrust himself up into you, holding on to his shoulders as his tear stained face was mushed against your soon to be sucked on breast, still moaning into your skin about how good you feel and how much he loves you.

Luffy

Has no patience for it HOWEVER he enjoys it???

As you pop off from sucking his cock his body jerks up, a broken moan turns into laughter from him and it oddly enough turns you on.

"C-common! ahaha! Keep suckinggggg!"

"Say please first!" You both share a giggle, this was supposed to be where he begs and cries for more, but instead he's making it fun for the both of you.

"M' not saying please.." He then crossed his arms and pouted, but his little childish attitude was cut short when you spit on his pretty brown tip and swirled your hand on it, it was almost as if his eyes started to twinkle as his cheeks blushed stubly, "Y/Nnnnnnnnnn...ah.."

Luffy's moans got very scratchy and whiney when it came him him close to cumming, he began to raise his hips and grind them against your hand to push you to--

"Put your mouth back on itttttttt commonnnnn! I put my mouth on you!"

"Lufffyyyyy.." Your voice sounded playful as you moved his hips back down, "Say please first."

"Uh uh." He shook his head, "Suck it first."

"Then no."

You knew how to get him to do what you want, granted you didn't want to take such drastic measures but you were sick of him being a little impatient baby so with your opposite hand you pull his chin in for a kiss, it was soft and sweet, until Luffy grabbed your head to lower it back on his dick, "Stop itt!!!"

"Suck it--ah! Fuck!"

You cupped his balls, massaging them, immediately noticing his eye shut tightly gripping the covers beside him on your bed, he broke out into a soft moan, he hated when you touched his so so so sensitive--

"Stop touching down there...PLEASE JUST SUCK--op." Luffy quickly covered his mouth realizing what he said and it made you smile a little. "No! No! I didn't say please!"

"yes you did.."

"NU UH I--OH!"

You just shut your pretty flustered captain up by moving your head back down to take all of his cock back in your mouth.

"M-maybe I did saaaay it." Luffy voice kept stuttering watching you wink at him bopping your head up and down.

Dammit he was so cute like this.

[kennahjune]

the moment mike accepted steve into the party

he didn’t get it. what was so good about steve harrington?

yeah, he was good looking and strong. but other than that? nothing. in mike’s eyes, he was still the asshole rando that dated his sister. and he didn’t plan on that changing.

until march of 1985.

mike had been held back after class for falling asleep. it wasn’t his fault. he couldn’t ever sleep unless someone else was with him. and there was no way in hell he was gonna cuddle with nancy. besides, he was good at the class— so no need to pay attention really.

at least miss noelle didn’t call his mom.

dustin, lucas, and will were waiting for him in the hall. oh, and max, cause she was actually kind of cool.

“what was up with miss noelle?” lucas asked as they walked down the hall.

“pissed i fell asleep in class,” mike said dejectedly. max snorted from beside him.

“maybe just don’t fall asleep?” she asked rhetorically.

mike huffed and flipped her off. “you sound like my dad.”

dustin shuddered from his other side. “ew. not cool man.”

mike rolled his eyes. “it’s true! my dads always like ‘just don’t this’ and ‘just don’t do that’ instead of actually helping! It’s so annoying.”

will came up and bumped arms with him while they finally left the school. classes were done and they were finally left to do what they wanted.

“uh oh.” came from lucas. mike sighed, catching sight of what— or who— lucas was “uh oh-ing” about.

“just don’t look at them,” max said under her breath while she averted her eyes to the ground.

“that never works,” retorted lucas.

“you have any better ideas? just keep walking.”

great. the one day nancy or jonathan aren’t picking them up and they run into noah and joey.

in 1983, el had gotten troy and james to back off— even scaring them into moving. but el’s not here right now, so she can’t help with noah and joey— the party’s most recent tormentors.

will stepped closer to mike and mike nudged his hand with his. everyone pulled in closer to each other in hopes of concealing themselves and the others. of course, it didn’t work.

“hey hey! look man, it’s the circus!” mike saw noah nudge joey beside him.

“shit,” dustin cursed.

and ‘shit’ was right. no one wanted to deal with noah and joey. especially with the mood mike was currently in after being held up.

“seriously what hell is it, tanner?” mike addressed noah directly.

joey whistled lowly and took a sharp step forward. will and dustin both flinched pretty hard. max gave a twitch but lucas and mike held their ground for the most part. noah and joey got a kick laughing at dustin and will.

“awwww they’re scared, joey! like a bunch of babies!”

mike forgot how stupid kids sound most of the time. they could call him a baby all they wanted— nothing will ever compare to watching will get possessed and then watching bob die.

mike still reached out and grabbed someone’s hand. he thinks it was lucas’.

joey and noah were both a good bit taller than mike, which meant they were also a good bit taller than everyone else in the party. they liked to use their height to their advantage but mike had dealt with monsters twice his height. it wasn’t scary, just annoying at this point.

still didn’t help the fact that they didn’t want to deal with this.

mike had zoned out, because next thing he knew he was being shoved to the ground. it probably wouldn’t have hurt too bad if they weren’t outside in the parking lot. mike felt his chin bust on the pavement in a sickening repeat of ‘83 with troy and james.

will was there in a second with dustin, helping him up off the ground and dusting him off. dustin held his hands while Will held his face, frantic over the now gushing blood that he could feel running down his neck. he was trembling. why was he trembling?

he faintly heard yelling and assumed lucas and max were arguing with joey and noah.

“just fuck off, murphy!” he heard max yell at joey. “we’ve literally done nothing to either of you and yet you make us hate our fucking lives!”

“aww, noah, she thinks we actually care! isn’t that cute?”

mike stood up with the help up dustin and will. but that only served to turn noah and joey’s attention onto him. well. better on him than on max.

“so whatcha gonna do, wheeler? gonna push me like troy? gonna wimp out and go cry to mommy and daddy?”

mike actually considered pushing joey. but that’d probably just make thing worse. if el hadn’t been there last year to save his ass from troy mike would’ve gotten pummeled.

but it was a serious option he considered.

dustin stepped in front of mike and shoved joey back. mike didn’t even realize how close he’d gotten. wow. he was really out of it today, huh?

“back off murphy.”

mike wanted to hug dustin, but at the same time he wanted to smack him upside the head for putting himself in the way. it’s easier when they target mike. just let them target him. he doesn’t care at this point.

dustin stayed arguing with joey and stopped only when there were multiple shouts from max, will and lucas.

noah had pulled max’s hair and in return was shoved to the ground by lucas. but noah had taken will down with him and now will struggled with lucas and max to get noah off.

mike saw red, and in a moments notice had noah off of will and on the ground. he was vaguely aware of dustin and max cheering him on with dustin and will watching.

it didn’t last very long until noah shoved mike hard enough that he fell backwards and busted his head on the ground. again.

at this point he was working himself towards a concussion. just like steve, he thought deliriously. and speak of the devil.

“aye!”

mike, dustin, lucas, will, and max all looked up, startled by the familiar voice and claps.

“what the fuck are you shits doing, huh?”

steve fucking harrington was suddenly right next to mike on the ground, kneeling and helping him sit up.

“shit, you ok mike? that’s a nasty scrape you got there. i have bandaids in the car, let’s go get you one, yeah?”

mike just nodded. he really wanted to know what the fuck steve was doing there and why he seemed to intent on helping.

“who the fuck are you?”

steve stood with mike halfway to the car, the rest of the group following, mike noticed. joey and noah stood idly in the parking lot, seeming put out by steve’s sudden appearance.

steve’s eye twitched and mike watched him bite the inside of his cheek. mike watched in real time as steve recognized joey and noah and seemed to piece together exactly what happened. he scoffed. not what mike was expecting.

steve gently nudged mike towards the car and knocked his knuckles on dustin’s hat. “you kids go get in the car. max you can toss your board in the trunk.”

dustin seemed to want to protest but even he could see how pissed steve was. even max was keeping quiet. lucas and will were quick to follow instructions and headed to the car. mike was right behind them.

lucas tried the back door (knowing mike got shotgun for the bandaids and possible concussion) but the handle only wiggled. “locked.”

“did he give one of you the keys?” asked will.

they all shook their heads. they didn’t have to wait long until steve was back with them at the car.

“why aren’t you guys in the car yet?”

“locked.” informed will.

“ohhhh. oops.” steve unlocked the car and helped max put her skate board in the trunk. when he hopped into the drivers side dustin and lucas were hounding him with questions.

“why are you here?”

“I thought we were walking home?”

“what the hell was that?”

“what did you do to noah and joey?”

“settle down and shut up, would you? nancy mentioned you guys were walking home so I came to grab you. you’d think that after everything they’d be a little more cautious. and also, language, henderson. I am so not taking the blame when you end up slipping in front of your mom.”

“awww you were worried steve.” max teased.

steve scoffed. “‘course I was, red. and it turned out I had every right to be. anybody wanna explain what that was?”

suddenly the car was quiet.

steve clicked his tongue.

“fine. guess you’re all coming to my house, huh?”

there was a sudden uproar in questions and “what the hell?”s.

“listen! i’m not letting any of you shits go home until I one; know for sure mike doesn’t have a concussion—“ steve eyed mike and he felt himself flinch. “—and two; before I get the whole story.”

there was a bunch of grumbling from the backseat, but mike himself stayed quiet throughout the rest of the ride.

“oh! and mike—“ mike looked at steve briefly and barely caught the box of tissues tossed at him. “—put that on the scrape for now, yeah? I’ll clean it properly when we get to the house.”

mike nodded and held a wad of tissues to his chin.

when they pulled up to the harrington house, everyone was inside quickly. everyone went to use the phone in the living room to call their parents and when mike went to follow he was grabbed gently on the shoulder.

“can you head to the kitchen and grab out the med-kit? I need to make sure they don’t drive my bill up.”

mike knew it was meant to be used as a distraction. but he’d take it. so he headed to the kitchen before realizing he didn’t know where the med-kit was. he rifled around in the cabinets for a bit before finding it stored away under the sink.

mike pulled it out and waited at the kitchen island. he noticed that it was a pretty heavy kit. and it seemed to be used a lot judging by the lack of dust and how it had a couple of bandages peeking from the crease.

everyone piled into the kitchen, book bags dumped in the living room and shoes discarded by the door. will sat on a stool next to mike and dustin and max hopped on the counter. lucas took a seat on the other side of mike.

“ooookay. ah! there it is.” steve opened the kit and grabbed out a brown bottle and a few cotton balls. mike noted how he seemed to know where everything in the med-kit was as if he used it on a daily. he filed the information away for later.

“what’s that supposed to be?” mike eyed the bottle with weariness.

“just peroxide. it’s meant to clean the cut. I know for a fact that that parking lot is fucking filthy and I’m not risking an infection due to gunk in the wound.”

steve put a cotton ball to the open top of the bottle and tipped the bottle over. “i’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t hurt, cause it does sting a bit. but it also definitely helps in the long run.” steve held up the cotton ball as if in question.

mike nodded and looked up, giving steve more room to see the scrape. mike gripped will’s hand and hissed when the cotton ball first dabbed, but the pain soon subsided.

“now this part isn’t too fun either but it’s kind of needed. how attached to that shirt are you?”

mike looked down at that faded, off-white with blue stripes shirt he was wearing. “not very. why?”

“ok, good. this won’t ruin the shirt but you might have to change is all i’m saying. I need to pour the peroxide directly on the scrape to clean it out properly. “

(I know that hydrogen peroxide actually tends to damage tissue and delay healing but they didn’t really know that in the 80s so bare with me.)

mike shuddered at the thought. “I don’t have clothes to change into.”

“I have an extra shirt in my bag.” offered lucas. “I had gym today.” he clarified when he got off looks.

“that’d be perfect, thanks sinclair.”

lucas jumped up to get the shirt and came back in with a white t-shirt with red sleeves. he set it on the counter for afterwards. lucas wordlessly took mike’s hand that will wasn’t holding.

it wasn’t long before the scrape was clean and steve was putting away the kit. while everyone else ran into the living room to watch movies and raid steve’s snacks, mike took the shirt and went to the bathroom to change.

when he came back out (after looking at the funny bandage on his chin— because seriously, what kind 17 year old just had dinosaur bandaids in their med-kit?) mike was quick to join everyone in the living room before steve could pull him aside again.

honestly? fuck that guy.

(but when mike sat between will and max on the couch he couldn’t stop thinking about how soft steve was when taking care of the scrape. he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how old he was when he last felt that gentleness.

the answer was 7. mike was 7 when his mom deemed him old enough to deal with his own cuts and bruises.)

steve eventually held out on his promise of getting information. and after their first movie he forced them all onto the couches while he stood in front of them.

“so am I actually going to get an answer this time?” he stood with his hands on his hips and a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. mike remembered this same stance from not even a year ago, when they were trying to talk him into going in the tunnels.

steve almost reminded mike of his mom for a moment. but mike doubted his mom would go this far if she ever found out about the bullying. (mike refused to admit that he liked the idea of steve fretting over them like this. the idea made him almost sick to his stomach.)

everyone refused to look at him. max looked dead ahead at the wall, lucas kept his eyes trained on the floor, will was messing with his jacket sleeves and dustin was paying extra attention to the ceiling.

mike chewed the inside of his cheek.

“what the hell do you wanna hear from us, steve?” he asked. “that we’re being bullied? that they picked a fight with us first? that we’re nerds and freaks and weirdos?”

will, dustin and lucas flinched with each insult. max refused to look at anything other than what mike assumed was the odd spot on the wall. mike saw steve’s left eye twitch— the one he was always getting punched in.

“that what they told you?”

mike scoffed. “that’s what everyone told us. we’re the school circus!” his voice raised at the end and will flinched violently next to him.

“mike..” dustin uttered from beside max.

“sorry.” he mumbled, finally letting his gaze drop from steve to the coffee table in front of them.

steve sighed quietly.

“noah tanner and joey murphy, right? they both have older siblings, noah an older brother and joey an older sister.”

that made head snap to him.

“what—“ lucas started.

“mitchel tanner and annie murphy are their names. mitch is on the swim team, annie on the cheer team. they’re both barely passing their classes and aren’t exactly the kindest either— in fact I watched mitch shove freshman into a door yesterday.” steve continued, his voice soft as if he was simply talking to himself.

dustin’s and lucas’ jaws were on the floor, max and will were looking at him as if he were insane.

“so— wait—“

“you know their older siblings?”

“what the hell does that have to do with anything?”

steve smirked. and mike was /scared/. he’d seen steve smirk before, when he was dating nancy, when he said something particularly bitchy.

but this. this smirk was plain /mean/.

“would be a real shame if.. I dunno, their coaches suddenly find out about the poor sophomores they make do their homework. or worse— principal higgins finds out. who are mitch and annie gonna blame then, huh?”

dustin sputtered, “you! they’d just blame you, wouldn’t they?”

steve shrugged. “sure. but then they’d know why I did it. their brothers fucking with my kids.”

he said it so calmly. as if it was just the plain truth. as if he wasn’t scared to admit it.

if this is how he’s treated, being of steve’s “kids”, then shit. he may not be all that mad after all.

steve pulled the towel off his shoulder and walked back into the kitchen, a call over his shoulder about ham and cheese sliders and chips for dinner.

but none of the kids were listening.

lucas turned dustin who turned to max who turned to mike who turned to will who looked back at all of them with the biggest grin mike’s ever seen on his face.

ok. so maybe mike gets the hype the steve harrington.

(and if the next week of school went by with no issues, with noah and joey looking at them in /fear/? well. mike had steve to thank.)

[scrubbinn]

Mimic HRT: 20 months “Broken patients”

“Ah Ms.Mulberry… I, er, didn’t expect to see you. This early I mean. Making use of that outside privilege we worked so hard to get you. Of course you would. We managed to set the standard that all of your kind will keep their citizenship status until their crossroads, rather than at the start of their treatment. But, we’ll need to make sure this doesn’t happen again. Why don’t you- Ah, already taking a seat I see. So then… How are we feeling today? You seem… yourself.”

“...”

“Well, let’s see, what we can expect now is a few more days in court just to settle things, make sure the government is satisfied with the arrangements we all agreed upon. We’ll also need a few weeks to determine if this therian support group is actually reputable enough that this will count towards your psychological evaluation. Recently there have been some rumors about the manager being a bit unsavory, so that will cause a delay, if not entirely set you back some time. Really now, you must have realized finding a professional therapist would have been a much safer move… Excuse me, Ms.Mulberry, can I inquire why-

“You will not. Now keep talking.”

“Ms.Mulberry you seem rather upset, perhaps-

“You’re wondering why I decided to not use my mimicry to disguise a face for myself today. Oh believe me, I would have loved to walk in here a mass of sludge with eyes and teeth all over but it turns out human society doesn’t really like that too much. Having a head with no eyes to look at is a courtesy I am giving you. It’s more than you deserve. What the fuck is all this talk of we? You weren’t even at the last fucking meeting. Our lawyer wasn’t even at the last fucking meeting!”

“You’re clearly distressed, you should leave the premises immed-

“SHUT UP! YOU DON’T GET TO TALK!... Just shut up and listen. There is no we. As far as I am aware, this bullshit lawsuit against your clinic is the most roundabout way to specifically get me into a criminal court considering this incident didn’t even take place in hyper city. The lawyer I was given is somehow less competent than you are! Do you know how much time I’ve spent these past two months learning, specifically, Hyper city legal jargon? How overly complex a nexus point’s laws have to be to account for literally anything! And you left us to sink or swim! I could pass the fucking bar exam here if I wanted to at this point! And the worst part, oh my god the worst part. It cost me everything. I can’t so much as afford a hot dog on the way back home now. Because you’re some blinding asshole who thinks I should have to pay for everything! Well you know what? Perhaps you should be the one paying now! I am going to drag you down into the mud with me. Do you really think I don’t know why you never showed up, why I had to do everything? Because what's one experiment to you? Scape-goat, lab-rat, guinea pig, a mimicry of something human no longer. The second your clinic was in the clear, you left me to fend for myself. I can't believe I had an ounce of pity for you. When you comforted my decision to stop at my crossroad I actually thought you cared about me. That there was someone that could understand my fears!”

“Mayday that was what I was doing! I saw someone in pain and I did my best! I-

“Your best?! Oh my. Ha. Hahahaha. You don't even get it yourself do you? No you idiot! You comforted us because you saw the last shred of our humanity and told us to never let go of it. You're not clever Theodore. Inside that mind of yours whether you admit it or not, the second we start this treatment, you see all of us as inferior and beneath you. You self-righteous bastard. You know what, how about I let you talk. Won't cut you off this time. I want you to explain to me what your goal is. Why do you help us when you could simply refuse? Why put yourself through this? 

“And if I don’t feel the need to justify my actions to someone threatening me? What if I were to call security to drag out a crazed patient? What would you do then?”

“What would I do? I'll know the second you push that panic button, and we both know what we can do to a human body. Don’t make me go through that again.”

“Right then, I suppose I'll have to give you a truth that will satisfy you in this clear state of psychosis brought about by a clear lack of sleep and several stressors.” 

“We both know you're nowhere near trained to be a psychiatrist. Stick to working with hormone levels Mr. endocrinologist.”

“You want the truth? Fine, How's about this? Some witch had weird friends and made a promise of a lot of money if I sold her magic as a medicine. Happy? No? Of course not! That's not what you're asking you frea- No. I won't let you get the better of me. You want to know why I stuck around. Why after all these years I haven't retired… I really could, couldn't I. There are other doctors, for over a year I haven't been the only one supplying this stuff. I've had my fair share of attacks both verbally and physically from both sides of this city. I'm not sticking around because I have to, I've made enough breakthroughs and connections to create my own hormonal formulas without the need of the witch who dragged me in this business in the first place. There are so many reasons to retire and let my legacy live on in the scientific textbooks of all worlds. But no. The truest reason I fight for this clinic is to see people who walk through these doors happy! I see dozens of brilliant and kind souls walk through this door, ones who had the unfortunate fate of being born in the wrong body! I am giving my time, life, reputation, and money to help people because that is its own rewar- Stop growling! You said no interruptions!”

“Well you're clearly lying to yourself if you actually think seeing us happy is your end goal. Or were you not paying attention when I had to remind you that you abandoned me in a court case that shouldn't have even legally happened. They spent half their time trying to get the victim, my god damn girlfriend, to indict me as a crazed lunatic. If their goal was to crush me mentally and physically then they succeeded. Otherwise it was just a waste of time. I can’t even fathom how much time they must have if spending it going after an otherkin that slightly bothered them is possible! There is one thing that I got out of it though. There is one glimmer of light in this forsaken tunnel. Because that useless lawyer let me get a look at all the documentation of this clinic. Maybe the reason for this case was just for them to get a look at it. Find something to pin you with. Either way I guess everything you do is legal since they never went after you about it. But still, getting to read everything you’ve ever done has been quite the eye opener. Every experiment and procedure you’ve ever done.”

“And? As you already said, everything I’ve done is above the board and… Wait, you couldn’t possibly think of leaking those to the general public? You shouldn't even have them anymore. Making copies like that is illegal! If you leak those documents then you’ll go down with me. This is all a bluff to you.”

“Erian, you should know better than anyone how well we can disappear. Or how well we could make you disappear. Besides, for the record, I never said I made copies, but perhaps I might have. I just want you to know exactly where we stand. You hurt me, but I’m not so petty as to hurt you back. Instead you’re going to give me a job here. As an assistant.”

“This might be the worst job interview I’ve ever held. You do realize blackmail makes an awful resume don’t you? But I can’t exactly decline now can I. Tell me Mayday. What happened to the young woman who came here scared yet excited for a better life? You once said you wanted to work here before, but resort to this kind of behavior. Why even take a job here? It would make your bargaining chip even worse for you than for me?”

“Look, despite everything. What you’ve done to us, what you’ve done to others. Everything I learned. I, don't hate you. It’s not in my nature. I am quite literally doing this because it is my only option to not starve. And despite my attempts to hate you this whole confrontation I can't hold onto it for long. I get that what you think you're doing is some greater good for therians. But you're not the misunderstood hero you think you are. You're just seeking attention. Doesn't matter if it's good or bad you just end up making awful problems for everyone in the name of research that at best, will only ever appear in a science textbook, and you know that. Look, it's ok, I get what it’s like to seek that sort of validation. I could help you. Please, just give me the job.”

“You are wrong about me Mayday, you consider me obsessed with my image of a hero but perhaps your delusions about me are simply your obsession. I don't have a choice in giving you a job. I suppose I'll find something for you that's out of the way. I can’t say I'm excited to work with you. But perhaps you'll make a good legal advisor for now if you're as well versed in law as you say you are. No, trusting you with that would be a mistake, we’ll start you off as a janitor perhaps, I’m sure your body’s makeup should help you in that field. Besides, janitors are already basically invisible to everyone else, I’m sure your mimic mind would prefer that.”

“Oh no, we are not ending this conversation like that. Legal advisor? Janitor? Are you trying to make us angry again? No, I'm staying as far away from those kinds of positions as possible! You'll be paying for my degree and I'm working directly as an assistant. This isn't something you can negotiate!”

“I think you’ll find that it is! Because as far as I’m concerned, you’ll settle for any job. You don’t have the power to demand what position I find for you. The second you have this job, it becomes too valuable to destroy. You will accept this role or you will sink us both. Do I make myself clear?”

“I- I could attack you. You know a bite from me could kill you! I’ll do it!”

“You’ve already played your hand Mayday, I know most of this conversation was just a bluff from you anyways. Be thankful that, if I feel generous enough, I’ll forget this little incident when the time comes that I can secure this clinic’s future without fear of your threats. I do see many brilliant souls walk through this door. It’s a shame you weren’t one of them. But, I’m someone who cares about my patients despite your attacks on my character. I’ll give you one last chance to convince me why I shouldn’t give you the worst possible job I could find.”

“I- You’re right. This is just a bluff. I can’t even call it a roar, this is just my last whimper before I lose everything. I don’t. There’s nothing left after today. Abi can’t afford to take care of me. Going back home is what caused this mess in the first place. Theo, I’m here because you are my last lifeline. You can decline my employment if you want. I never actually copied the evidence I saw. I’m just a mimic of empty threats. My last echo before I disappear. I’m just scared. We lost.”

“Mayday… You are certainly good at trying my patience as well as heartstrings. Fine then, I’ll overlook these threats of yours as brought about by desperation. You will never state to the public what rumors they might have claimed as evidence, and you will be worked down to the bone- er, tooth, as an assistant. Do I make myself clear?”

“Oh my stars thank you!”

“Please do not mention it.”

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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Yall know that tiktok sound that goes “My life is the crown, and yours is politics, and I will not trade one prison for another. I’m sorry I looked at Mrs Riley and lightly grazed her left tit.” That’s literally me writing thoughts/ descriptive paragraphs vs writing dialogue. Anyways lol. Not Proofread so excuse typos and gramatical errors, excuse If Miguel is ooc.

(Y/N)- Your name

Cursing, using of cannabis, mentions of throwing up (like nothing serious, but thought I’d mention it.) Miguel being a jerk, (Y/N) being a jealous jealous jealous girrrrl (read that I’m your head like in the unreleased Lana del ray song.)

Word count: 1.3k

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Chapter 10: Do I wanna know, if this feelin’ flows both ways?

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“What a fucking asshole!” You hissed under your breath.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have ignored him for 3 weeks.” Kate snickered as she playfully hit your shoulder, you just shot her a small glare, causing her smile to widen.

“Not funny.” You huffed, tone still quiet, crossing your arms on the dining hall table, and resting your head in your arms.

“Aww, poor (Y/N)..” Logan jokingly cooed, as he began to rub your shoulder from where he sat next to you.

From the other side of the uni’s dining hall, sat Miguel with some of his teammates from the hockey team, which wasn’t what upset you. What did upset you was what he had sitting in his lap, or rather, who. On Miguel’s lap, sat some cute blonde from your English class, she was a pretty little thing for sure, you couldn’t deny that, and even though you knew you had no right to feel the tightness building in your chest, had no right to feel your whole body get hot all over like you could combust into flames at any moment, didn’t mean you didn’t still feel it.

You wanted to find yourself disliking her for something that wasn’t her fault, maybe in an attempt to make yourself feel better about the situation, give yourself a reason to shift the blame onto something, or rather someone else. But despite your best efforts, you know you couldn’t bring yourself to dislike her, you didn’t even know her name, and the thought of hating another girl because of a man? You couldn’t. And much less the man being Miguel??? No way.

You let out a sigh and slowly lifted your head up and took a bite of your food in front of you, trying to zone in onto the conversation that Kate and Logan were having, but you could only do so for a few seconds at a at most. Finding your eyes drifting to Miguel’s table from time to time, a glimpse of him wrapping his arms around her waist here, a peak of him lightly kissing her neck there, it made you feel sick to your stomach. Wanting to make you puke the half of your sandwich you’ve eaten. Your lucky you were too far to hear the girl’s giggling or Miguel whispers in her ear, you felt like if you could have hear them as well as see, you’d have to leave the building in order to keep yourself from getting too-

“Jealous?” Logan’s word’s snapped you out of your thoughts, you let out a hum as you turned to face him, seeing the knowing smirk on his face. “He’s probably trying to just make you jealous.” He shrugged, but Kate’s face scrunched up in disagreement.

“Or maybe he got tired of you ignoring him and he moved on.” Kate said, popping a fry in her mouth. Logan gave her a questionable look, one that almost looked like he was asking her “you seriously think that?”.

“Can we not talk about this anymore? I’m already too busy this month to think about some hockey player.” You spat out last words that came of your mouth like they were poisonous, and although Logan agreed with your hatred for hockey players, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit at your dramatics.

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“I’ll see you later honey~”

Miguel had to stop himself from cringing, as he opened the girls car door for him, “you too.” He mumbled back with a half-ass smile, as she got in, before he closed her car door and she drove off. “Finally…” he sighed as he rubbed his forehead.

Maybe Miguel shouldn’t have picked a girl that was so clingy to try and make (Y/N) Jealous, but it’s too late now since you’ve already seen him with her around campus, so there was no going back. Okay, that’s a lie, he could totally dump her, but he was too stubborn. He’s thought about it, but then he’d think about how it would make that pretty little face of yours scrunch together in annoyance whenever he’d kiss the blonde on her neck, or how you’d not-so-obviously be glaring at him from across a room whenever he’d rest his hands on the girl’s hips. What was the girl’s name again? He’s been seeing her for a week and he still can’t remember, he should have written it down on a sticky note or something.

I mean he really didn’t care about her, all he cared about was you. He knew he was being a major A-hole, but in all fairness, when wasn’t he?

Once Miguel reaches his dorm, he opens the door to find Peter laying on the floor, a blunt between his lips, and the room covered in smoke, the pungent smell of Cannabis filling the small cramped room despite the window being open and the two lit candles on the nightstand. Miguel quickly steps into the room and closes the door behind him, before fixing the towel Peter had pushed up against the crack between the floor and the edge of the door, to prevent too much of the smell from leaking out.

“How long are you gonna keep this up?” Peter asked as he took a long drag from the blunt, his bloodshot eyes slowly wandered over to meet Miguel’s. Miguel didn’t need to ask Peter about what he was referring to. Miguel opted to stay silent instead, kicking his shoes off and placing them next to the door, before walking over to sit on the floor, leaning against his bed as Peter sat up and took the joint from between his lips into his hand and offered it Miguel would gladly accept it.

Taking a deep inhale, he felt the smoke fill his lungs as they felt like they were being lit a flame, being a hand up to his chest to help soothe the temporary burning sensation as he coughs a bit, puffs of smoke leaving his chapped lips, before he instinctively licked them. After a few more moments of silence that felt longer than it should have, Peter spoke up again.

“You both are acting like a bunch of middle schoolers.” He stated as he took the blunt back from Miguel.

“You don’t know what your talking about, your fucking high Parker. Literally.” Miguel shook his head as he sat back more against his bed, feeling the effects of the joint already start to take effect on his body.

“I don’t need to be sober to see that both of you are into each other, but both of you are too stubborn to say anything.” Peter deadpans.

“Can’t we have this conversation when we aren’t getting stone?”

“If we didn’t you would get too angry.”

Miguel let out a huff, knowing Peter wasn’t wrong. He took the blunt from Peter’s hand and took another hit. If he was gonna have have this conversation right now, he needed to be really fucking high.

“Miguel, as your best friend, and your dorm mate,” Peter places a hand on Miguel’s shoulder, “I want to tell you this in the most honest but respectful way, okay?” Peter raised a brow as he waited for some sort of response from Miguel, which he got in the form of a head nob. “You’re being a fucking idiot. Stop acting like a high school fuck boy that plays mind games and just talk to her. I get you don’t believe in ‘talking about feelings’ or whatever. But you can’t just mess with her and expect shit to sort itself out.” Miguel looked at Peter with a confused look, wondering we’re all of this sudden wisdom came from, maybe it was the wee- “wanna order McDonald’s?” Peter asked with a shit-eating grin, causing Miguel to let out a heavy sigh. That’s the Peter he knows.

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[radiance1]

Adam was sitting on a couch, idly strumming the strings of his guitar which, to be perfectly honest he didn’t need to because it was already fucking perfect, but still. It was one of the few things that calmed him so whoever tried to give him shit for it would get a fuck you.

“Adam! I’m back~” Came the singsong voice of Lucifer, King of Hell himself and the bitch who made him fall.

Fucking asshole.

“Fucking finally” Adam glanced up from his guitar, turning his head to properly have the man in his sighs “You and those dumbs cunts left me alone for the whole fucking day.” 

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “You know, you could also come visit the hotel with us instead of sitting on your ass all day?”

“Fuck no.” Adam was quick to disagree. “I literally tried to destroy that shitty hotel why the fuck would I even want to go back?” Not to mention the fact that the residents, most likely, wouldn’t be thrilled by his general presence.

Lucifer shrugged. “Fine then, be a mopey sack of shit.” Lucifer walked around the couch and flicked his hand, the bag disappearing with a bit of magic and being replaced with a plate of ribs that he placed on the table. “Eve though I should give you these since you’ve been rather pissy as of late.” Lucifer stepped back and straightened out his coat, causing what looked like strands of hair to fall off-

Hair?

Adam sat up a bit straighter and sniffed the air.

Oh this fucking-

Lucifer yelped as he suddenly pulled into Adam’s lap, guitar disappearing in a flash of light to make room. Adam wrapped his hands around the devil’s torso and started to rub his cheek against Lucifer’s own. “Adam?” Lucifer chuckled. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Shut the fuck up, stay quiet, and don’t fucking move.” Adam pulled his lips back into a snarl and Lucifer, wisely, decided to stay still.

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“Oh come on Lil, I’m sure nothing bad happened!” Eve said, walking hand in hand with the first woman. “Adam is a really big softy when you get to know him!”

Lilith glanced at Eve and sighed, bringing a hand up to rub at her face. “Look, Eve, I trust you but respectfully you haven’t seen him for hundreds of thousands of years. Plus, he and Lucifer don't have the best history with each other.”

“I know,” Eve’s smile turned melancholic. “It hurt to see how much he changed, he was so sweet and kind, he wasn’t perfect but he was my husband.” Eve’s smile dropped as she took a breath and let it go, before a small, genuine smile reappeared. “But that’s behind us now, and now that he’s no longer in Heaven, we have eternity to rebuild, don’t we?”

Lilith stared down at what many believed to be the first woman, an indecipherable emotion in her eyes. She questioned how such a kind and pure woman managed to come from Adam of all people, before shaking her head. “Fine.” She sighed. “But if he does something to Lucifer I’m punting him.”

Eve giggled. “Of course, I never said you couldn’t.”

When they got home, they paused. Eve blinked, a hand reaching up to cover her lips as she stared in gleeful surprise while a confused scowl appeared on Lilith’s face.

“Heeey girls!” Lucifer waved at the two, before quickly dropping that back to his side to pacify Adam. The mentioned First Man was busy rubbing his face into the crook of Lucifer’s neck with a plate of (surprisingly) untouched ribs left in front of the two.

“Eve what the fuck is he doing-”

“He’s marking his territory!” Eve squealed and ran forward, letting go of Lilith’s hands and jumped onto the crouch and onto both Lucifer and Adam in the process. Adam lifted his head as Eve shifted herself into his lap and he sniffed her once then scowled, extending a wing before closing it over her.

Lilith stood off to the side, arms crossed and thoroughly perplexed at what she’s seeing. “Adam.” She called, causing the fallen to glance towards her for a brief second. “Do you have any plans to release my husband anytime soon?”

She sighed when Adam didn’t respond, before the pleading eyes of Eve stared at her from over the edge of Adam’s wing. 

She scowled.

Eve made her eyes bigger.

She stood there for a moment, thoroughly determined to not involve herself. Which ultimately failed as her walls crumbled and she sighed, walking around the cough and standing in front of the only part of Adam’s lap currently unoccupied she considered if she was really about to do this.

She sat down.

Adam freezed under her weight, before wrapping a wing around her as well.

That was the day that they discovered Adam, First Man and most recent fallen, was apparently incredibly territorial when it involved who smelled like who.

[redstarwriting]

too easy

stephen strange x reader

requested?: yes

request: “okay hi! i was wondering if you could write a imagine with stephen strange where the reader is the daughter of the ancient one and she is ridiculously powerful like even more powerful than the ancient one and saves stephen’s life and defeats mordo, stephen falls in love with her and asks her to stay and protect the sanctum with him? i’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense cause i’m horrible at explaining my thoughts. thank you!”

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

warnings: language, awkward rambling, flash thompson, mentions of alcohol, angsty peter for a bit

a/n: and we’re BACK. fitting for me to return with writing something about andrew garfield’s spider-man. when i tell you i was OBSESSED with these films when i was like 12, i mean it. anyways, please enjoy, and take this as a peace offering for disappearing for like two years lol

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Being the most powerful sorcerer on Earth had it’s perks, but it also had it’s downsides. The obvious perk? You are quite literally the most powerful sorcerer on Earth. The biggest downside? You’re constantly compared to your mother. Your mom being the Ancient One seems all fun and cute and you absolutely love her, but if everyone could stop comparing you to her for like, five minutes? That would be great. Especially Mordo. He tends to do it way more than any other person you know. 

And you hate it. 

In fact, it made you beg your mother to stay away from him. Of course she agreed, she knew how much you disliked him and what kind of mother would she be if she didn’t listen to you. To everyone else, it looked like you ran away from magic, but in reality, you were set to guard the Earth from whatever evil magical encounters befell it. Mordo of course constantly tried to tell others that you ran away from your responsibilities, so where was your shock when you realized he turned evil? Oh, that’s right, it didn’t exist. It just pissed you off more than anything. Your mother helped this man and he repaid her memory by doing this? No. Absolutely not. And that’s how you ended up in the position you were in. 

You knew about Stephen Strange. Your mother would talk to you about him before he even came to train under her, so you knew of his powers. What you didn’t know was he was an idiot disguised as a genius He tried to go after Mordo himself, and while he could have easily taken him when Mordo was his typical self, Mordo had been collecting magic from other sorcerers for multiple months now. Strange was still more powerful, but he severely underestimated the situation. When you showed up, Mordo was about to drain Stephen of his magic. Luckily, you put a stop to that almost immediately. 

“Mordo,” you say, making him whip around to face you. “(Y/n)? Finally decide to stop running away from your problems?”

“Oh please. Why do you think the only problem lately was Dormamu? I’ve been busy saving your ass this whole time,” you respond, glaring. It’s true. Stephen was supposed to defeat Dormamu, you just had to make sure nothing else was happening that would destroy his chances at becoming the Sorcerer Supreme, a title which you could have had if you actually wanted it. You knew what you were meant to do. Your mother had trained you with the Eye of Agamotto ever since you were a child, which is now sitting pretty on Stephen Strange’s neck. Mordo scoffs at you, completely disregarding Strange and putting his full attention on you. “You may be powerful, child, but I’ve been improving my skills.”

“Uh, no, actually, you’ve been stealing other people’s magic and therefore gaining it for yourself. I see no improvement, just an asshole who wants to feel more important than he actually is,” you say, giving a shrug. You clench your fists, making sure your rings are securely on your fingers. Not just the portal ones, if need me you could move to a different place knowing Mordo will follow you and leave the future Sorcerer Supreme safe… for now, but also some of your artifacts. There were two rings that chose you specifically, and lucky for you, one of them contained a tiny piece of the time stone, something about it that is unknown to most. Of course, it makes sense, you mastered the eye of Agamotto and then just willingly gave it up? No, I don’t think so. This ring makes it possible for you to continue using the magic you mastered so long ago. For most sorcerers, it would be nearly impossible due to the size of the shard, but for you? Piece of cake. The other ring is one that protects you. It can form into something of a shield all around your body, making magical attacks difficult to get through to you and physical attacks comparable to a blow of wind. Of course, it is named Achilles ring because although you may seem invincible to the average person, anyone with information about the ring knows where your weak spot is. And those are just the ring artifacts that chose you.

Mordo glares at you. “I AM IMPORTANT!” he booms, “YOU are the one who ran away! YOU are the one who appeared at this moment hoping to be more important than you are! YOU are a scared child, afraid of responsibilities and--“ Before he can finish, you blast him backward with a wave of your hand. He hits the stone wall behind him with a thud, falling to the ground. “I’m not a child,” you grumble, glancing at Stephen Strange, “Only my mom could call me child.” You yank your necklace off, and it immediately turns into a magical sword, the blade a glowing beam of light that you can control and bend at your will. He chuckles, standing up again. “Your mother is—”

“I recommend you don’t finish that sentence,” you growl, and whip your arm. The beam of light forms into that of a lasso, tying around Mordo tightly. You grunt, using your strength to fling him over your head and into the ground on your left, and then proceed to do the same on your right before releasing him from his constraints. “I’m well aware there is a fight going on here, but would anyone care to tell me who you might be?” Strange asks and you raise your eyebrow at him. “Not the time, Doctor,” you say as Mordo slowly stands again, his angry expression somehow morphing into an even angrier one. He raises his hand to do something, and your ring quickly activates, covering your body in an iridescent sheen. Mordo screams in frustration and starts sprinting toward you, pulling out a knife. You hold your hand out, freezing him in place. “Strange, open a portal to Wong, now,” you say and he looks taken aback. You smile slightly as you see Cloak shake in amusement and watch Strange glare at the artifact before opening a portal. Sure enough, Wong is just sitting and enjoying tea which he promptly drops when he sees you freezing Mordo in time. “Can I ask how you’re doing that? Or is it still—”

“Not the time,” you and Wong both say. “Not the time, of course, not the time even though the bad guy is frozen in front of your face. Not the time,” you hear Strange mumble, sitting down on a rock as Cloak pats his shoulder. “Don’t sit down yet, Strange, how proficient are you with the eye?” you ask, glancing at him. “I saved the world with it. Stuck myself in a time loop and convinced Dormamu to—”

“Yeah, I know that, but can you do what I’m doing right now?” you cut him off and he blinks at you slowly. “Yes. Obviously.” “Great, take over,” you say, immediately freeing Mordo who continues to scream and run towards you again. You don’t even flinch as he gets so close that his knife is about to swipe at your only point of weakness. Of course, before he can, Stephen freezes him. You look over at him. “Took you a little long over there."

“Now how the hell was I supposed to know you would just let him go and not give me any time to prepare to stop him?”

“You shouldn’t need time. Always be ready to make a decision without thinking. Your logic will be your downfall,” you tell him, as you place your hand on Mordo’s chest. You begin extracting the magic he stole from everyone else from his body, including his own. You frown. You’ve always hated this type of magic. Fitting that Mordo would willingly use it. When you finish, you nod towards Strange, who lets him go from his frozen state. He crumples to the ground and you look down at him. “You did this to yourself, you know,” you say to him and turn toward Wong. “You can handle it from here?” you ask and he nods. “Of course.” He passes through the portal, forcefully lifting Mordo from the ground and leading him to Kamar Taj. Now that he is unable to use magic, he will be contained. Perfect. “Is it the right time now? Because I have questions and you have the answers,” you hear Stephen say and turn towards him. He walks closer to you, and you grin. “I will answer three questions.”

“Three?!”

“Or I could just leave, whichever you prefer,” you shrug and he rolls his eyes. “Is this how difficult I am to deal with?”

“Well, considering this is the first and only time I’ve interacted with you and you need to know everything about me? Yes,” you turn and he follows you. “Fine. Three questions. Who are you?”

“(Y/n). Daughter of the Ancient One, most powerful sorcerer on Earth, last name unknown,” you answer and he raises his eyebrows. “A little cocky, don’t you think?”

“It’s only cocky when it isn’t true. I’m simply stating facts,” you shrug. He shakes his head. “How did you freeze Mordo like that?” You hold up your ring. “You didn’t think the eye of Agamotto was the only artifact that used the time stone, surely. There’s a chip in the stone, correct?”

“Yes.”

“That shard?” you tap the ring, “It’s welded into the metal of this ring. It’s small but has all the power of the Eye of Agamotto,” you explain and he hums in response. “And here I thought I was special.”

“You kind of are. Not many are able to do what you do, so be proud of it. You are the second most powerful sorcerer on Earth, after all. That’s an impressive feat,” you pat his shoulder and he scoffs slightly. “Second most…? Yeah, whatever. One more question?”

“One more question.”

“Come to the Sanctum? We can protect Earth together?”

“I can’t say yes to that just yet.”

“And why not?”

“It would be far too easy for you,” you respond with a smirk. You see a glint of excitement and determination in his eyes as you open a portal and step through it. “Will I see you again?”

“I said three—”

“I know. That one was rhetorical. I already know the answer,” he says with a wink, and you roll your eyes, closing the portal. You’ve spent years hearing about Doctor Stephen Strange from your mother. Now it seems you’ll spend years around him. He just has to catch you first.

[hymemena]

100 Gecs (2023 Album) 10,000 Gecs Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Drug use, drugs, death, religious themes, smoking, mental health, food, sensory problems, guns, weapons, threats, death threats, stalking, murder, abuse, injury, violence, insomnia, cursing

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Dumbest Girl Alive

"If you think I'm stupid now, you should see me when I'm high."

"I'm smarter than I look."

"I'm the dumbest girl alive."

"Never ask me what I think."

"Money coming from my eyes."

"I'm so happy I could die!"

"Put emojis on my grave."

"Yeah, I'll fuckin' text you back."

757

"Yeah, I'll never go to Heaven."

"I've been smokin' since eleven."

"I got problems with my spending."

"Doing eight in a thirty."

"I'm never in a hurry."

"Everybody wanna party!"

"Wish that I was more discerning."

"Where's the water?"

"Today I'm feeling pitiful."

"I'm taking things too literal when it was hypothetical."

"Now, I'm whining over nothing."

Hollywood Baby

"What you crying about, Baby?"

"Did you get the payment?"

"We had an arrangement."

"Do you wanna party?"

"So go pitch your fit, no one gives a shit."

"I'm going crazy."

"Do you buckle under pressure?"

"You'll never make it in Hollywood, Baby."

Frog On The Floor

"Where'd he come from?"

"Nobody knows."

"He's been chillin' in the basement for a minute."

"It's time we move into the kitchen."

"Make him feel safe."

"Frog on the floor."

"Hey, yeah, I heard you met my friend the other weekend."

"He got on his front legs and did a keg stand."

"The party got real."

"He was chasing flies around."

"Give him some space, he's still workin' it out."

"He doesn't know what people think about."

"He gets the party jumping."

Doritos & Fritos

"Okay, I went to France."

"I went to Greece to get something to eat."

"I'm hard to please."

"Okay, I saw the beach."

"It's one hundred degrees."

"I'll swim in the ocean."

"The TV's tuned to cable."

"I'm sleeping when I'm able."

"The TV's on so loud it hurts my brain."

"I'm eating burritos."

"Jeez Louise, I'm weak in the knees."

"I'm joining the circus."

"I'm lying to strangers."

"I'm looking for danger!"

Billy Knows Jamie

"-Muse- got a gun."

"-Muse-'s gonna kill me, think I need to run."

"-Muse- is kinda scary when he's lookin' at you."

"Run!"

"I've heard it all before."

"He's like a movie star."

"They say he's so deranged."

"Bought mace to keep me safe."

"It's not enough to stay away."

"He knows my house and he knows my name."

"I'm in the closet scared."

"He's kicking down the door."

One Million Dollars

"One million dollars."

"I'm a marijuana addict."

"Fuck you!"

The Most Wanted Person In The United States

"I turned on the news."

"I turned on the news and it said that I was the number one most wanted person in the United States."

"Yeah, I'm a real killer."

"I just killed -muse- and then I ate his dinner."

"I took his car."

"I took his car and I crashed it in the river."

"I was born in the winter."

"Hot like the summer."

"Don't cry to me."

"Don't cry to me, I'm not your mother."

"Everybody shuts the fuck up when I'm passing."

"I'm laughing 'cause shit's so funny."

"Oh, is it hot like that?"

"Yeah, it's hot like that."

"Don't need to ask me."

I Got My Tooth Removed

"You were tough."

"You were unforgiving."

"Made me cry all the time."

"You were mean, such an asshole."

"I had to say goodbye."

"I don't wanna talk about it ever again."

"My head's like a ton of bricks."

"This dumb bitch still learns new tricks."

"I woke up and was down horrendous."

"I think I need to see a dentist."

"Praying to a fuckin' God I'll never be."

"If it's gonna fix itself, I guess it's just as well."

"It doesn't hurt me every day so I just let it get away."

"I'll deal with it another day."

"I guess that day just never came."

"I don't know what to do."

"My cheek swelled up twice its size."

"Playing Operation with a safety pin."

"Looking up home remedies."

"I'm staring at the ceiling, counting seconds 'til I get to sleep."

"That shit didn't work."

"I promised you, honest, tried my hardest."

mememe

"Back once again."

"You'll never really know."

"You'll never really know anything about me."

"No, you'll never really know anything."

"When we were together I tried to tell you."

"I used to tap dance when I was in choir."

"I broke my arm when my -parent- crashed a go-kart."

"I tried on your lipstick, I thought I looked pretty."

"You're always so busy."

"You're always so busy so you never hear me."

"Do I sound like a joke when I'm talking to you?"

"I take it back."

"You say so many things."

"I'll laugh too fucking hard."

"You probably think I'm so mean."

"I don't even know you."

"I guess it's such an easy game."

"Could you explain it all away?"

"OK, bet, I forget."

"I don't think I'll pretend it's cool."

[gunilslaugh]

Hi how are you? 🥺 I have a small question. Is it possible to get a second part of Jooyeon's There's No Us Anymore but with happy ending where they're both friends again and maybe they slowly to become more? I loved this fic so much, it's literally my favorite one now 🩵

Here you go part 2! I felt so honored when I read that this fic was your favorite, so I hope this part doesn't disappoint.

Part 2 to There Is No Us Anymore.

Lee Jooyeon

Summary: It’s been a year and a half since yours and Jooyeons’ friendship ended and you miss it more than anything, but can the broken strings still be mended?

WC:~1.8k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

It’s been a year and half since that dreadful day. The day your friendship with Jooyeon ended. It’s been about a year since you last saw Jooyeon and the rest of the Xdinary Heroes members. That last day you were ever in their dorm haunts your memory. You remember Jooyeon’s tear stained face and Seungmin’s as well. You sure the other members cried that day too. You’re actually thankful that you didn’t have to witness that, knowing that you were the cause of it. 

After you left everyone tried to reach out to you. Calling you, leaving you messages. You didn’t answer any of them, not at first. You needed time to heal yourself. It was hard knowing that the others were hurting too and you were part of the cause, but if you wanted to heal then you needed time to yourself. You know that if you talked to any of them that you wouldn’t be able to heal properly, so even if it was hard you ignored them. 

Healing wasn’t easy by any means. Jooyeon said that he didn’t know how to live without you and frankly you didn’t know how to live without him either. You also had to learn to be without him. It was really weird the thought of Jooyeon made your heartache and anger boil, but at the same time you missed him. You missed your friendship. On instinct you wanted to text him to gush about your favorite characters on a t.v. show that you were watching, but as you went to open your messages you would remember, you’re not friends anymore. Your finger hovers over the delete button on photos of you and Jooyeon together, you never found the strength to actually delete them. Because as much as you were mad at Jooyeon you still loved him and the photos were remnants of your good, happy times together. 

It took you eight months before you opened any of the member’s messages. Your hands shook with nerves. You don’t know if you would ever be completely ready, however you missed them so much that you couldn’t just disappear from their lives completely. 

You started with Seungmin. Even though all the members remained neutral during yours and Jooyeons end, Seungmin was there for you more than the other members were. He also tried to contact you the most. Clicking on his contact you read through all the messages he sent you. They were all concerned for your well being. Saying that he knows you probably won’t respond, but he wants you to know that he cares about you and he misses you. He hopes that you’re taking care of yourself. Next you listened to the voicemails that he left. Hearing his voice again made you tear up. He was nothing but kind and loving. His voice was warm. In some voicemails you could hear his sniffles and it pricked your heart. He was clearly hurting himself, but still wanted to make sure that you were doing fine. Once you listened to his last voicemail you took a moment to collect yourself. Then you moved onto the next member. 

You’ve reached your hardest hurdle, Jooyeon’s messages. You lost count of how many times you’ve retracted your fingers from his contact, but you finally bit the bullet. Taking a breath you closed your eyes, tapping on his contact. His messages were all about how sorry he was and how much he missed you. That he knows he messed up badly and he deserves all the harsh words you said. He takes full responsibility for being an asshole, he won’t try to excuse his actions. He knows that there’s probably nothing that he can do that would make it up to you, but he would do anything to. Told you that you had every right to leave him, but he hopes that one day you can forgive. He misses his best friend. He wants you back. He knows your friendship will never be the same, but as long as he has you then that doesn’t matter. He hates living life without you.

You’d have to admit it, you don’t like living life without Jooyeon either. You definitely needed your time away from him, but life without your best friend was so different. You wanted your best friend back. Now you’ll never forget what he did, it’d be impossible too and a part of you will most likely always be mad at him for it. However Seungmin had a point when asked if you really wanted to throw away your friendship with Jooyeon. You responded by saying that your friendship with Jooyeon was gone. You were right that the friendship that you had with him in the past is gone. In spite of that, now that you’ve had time to heal and grow a bit you realize that even though that past friendship is gone, a future one could still be there and you don’t want to throw that one away.

It was gonna take baby steps and time, but you were ready to talk to the members again. You didn’t quite have the guts to talk to Jooyeon yet though. Just like when it came to finally opening the member’s messages you clicked in Seungmin’s contact. Again your hands shook as you typed out a simple “Hello”. A part of you began to overthink. Was that too simple? It had been eight months. Should you add a “Sorry for disappearing” or maybe “It’s been awhile”? You end up just sending the “Hello”. 

Seungmin couldn’t believe his eyes when your name lit up his phone screen for the first time in eight months. He thought that he was hallucinating for a second, but when he opened the message he knew it was real. A train full of emotions hit him at once. Happiness, disbelief, relief, emotions that he didn’t know how to describe. His fingers were quick to reply, typing out a “Hey I missed you”. 

Seungmin’s text illuminated your phone screen and brought a smile to your face. “I missed you too” you typed back in response. It felt nice, weight lifted from your shoulders. “Is it ok to call you?” Seungmin asked you via text. You felt a bit nervous, but still typed out a “Yes”. Your phone rang seconds later. 

“Hi,” Seungmin’s face filled your screen. His hair was dyed a different color from the last time you saw him. 

“Hi,” You said with a smile. 

“How are you?” His voice sounded a bit leery, like he was scared of upsetting you.

“I’m much better now,” you answered genuinely. Seungmin let out a relieved breath. 

“It’s really good to hear that. I was worried, we all were,” Seungmin stated. 

“Thank you. How are you?” You asked. 

“I’m better too, much better now that I’m talking to you,” he told. 

“And the others?” You followed up. Your palms felt clammy, a lump was forming in your throat. 

“It’s taking a lot of adjusting, but they’re all doing better. We all miss you though and Jooyeon…” Seungmin stops.

“It’s ok. I’ve read all his messages,” you informed Seungmin.

“He still feels awful. He cries, he tries to hide it, but we all know,” Seungmin tells you. You nodded. 

“I’ll never be able to forget what he did. I do miss our friendship though. I want my best friend back. It won’t be the same, but I want to try. I don’t think I’m quite ready to talk to him yet though,” you revealed. 

“Take your time. You shouldn’t force yourself,” Seungmin says. 

“Thank you,” you thank him.

“Of course, thank you for coming back,” Seungmin somehow always knows the right words to say. You ended your call shortly after. 

Over the next few weeks you started to talk to the other members again. They were all glad to be hearing from you again and you were glad to be talking to them again. You still hadn't quite found the courage to talk to Jooyeon yet. 

Ten months, that was the last time you talked to Jooyeon, but you were about to do it. It took a ten minute self pep talk before you hit the call button. Once you hit it, anxiety fills you. You almost thought that he wasn’t gonna answer, on the last ring he did. It took him so long because he went into shock at seeing your name on his phone screen. Thought that he was dreaming. Jooyeon’s face took over your phone screen, but he didn’t speak.

“Hey,” you spoke gently.

“Hey,” Jooyeon teared up at the sound of your voice. “Y/n I really am so truly deeply sorry. I-” he begins to apologize.

“I know Jooyeon. I know. I read all your messages, listened to your voicemails,” tears filled your eyes too. “I miss you too. It definitely won’t be the same and it's gonna take time, but I want to try and rebuild our friendship,” you told him.

“Oh thank you! Seriously, thank you. Living without you has been so miserable,” the tears spill from his eyes. Tears fall from your eyes as well. The both of you sit there crying. It’s needed though, it’s healing. There’s so many unsaid words, built up emotions in your tears. The final goodbye to your old friendship and the start of your new one. 

“So can I text you tomorrow?” Jooyeon asks at the end of your call. You nodded.

“Yeah, text me tomorrow,” you tell him.

That’s how the baby steps started with simple texts. Good mornings, how are yous? Did you eat? Good nights, other casual conversations. Over time the texting worked into calling.

Rebuilding your friendship seemed to be the final bandage you needed to heal your wound. You weren’t sad anymore. Happiness that you hadn’t felt in over a year returned to your life. You were right, your friendship with Jooyeon was nowhere near what it used to be. It felt right though, like a missing piece was found. 

Two years after the fallout you’re finally meeting Jooyeon in person again and the other Xdinary Heroes members too. You were nervous, scared and excited all at the same time. You arrived at their dorm. A place you used to often go to, yet now it felt almost like it was the first time. You hesitated briefly before knocking on the door. Once you did it was open in a matter of seconds. 

“Y/n,” Jooyeon said your name. All the members were surrounding the door. 

“Guess who's back?” You laughed, shrugging your shoulders. You were then ambushed into a group hug. A bunch of I missed yous, don’t leave agains, were said. “I missed you all too,” you spoke. 

Things of course were not how they used to be, but you and Jooyeon sat side by side again. There was no more cold war or uneasy tension. You and Jooyeon may never be peas in a pod again, but your friendship is definitely like a four leaf clover, rare. Yours and Jooyeons’ “us” was slowly returning, in a new form obviously.  Only the future can tell what that “us” will be.

[the-fiction-witch]

Girl P3

Media The last Legion

Character Romulus Agustus (Age Up)

Couple Romulus X Reader

Rating Sad + Cute

Requested Anonymous asked:

Pls pls pls make a part 3 of girl with romulus it's sooooooo good ❤️

He stood at the end of the corridor, bow in hand firing his arrows down the hall to the items he found boring or uninteresting I had to stand and compliment him whenever he did hit… close to something most of the time he only ever hit the stand and podiums things sat on. He hit the podium edge making it wiggle and the priceless vase from the east giggled and toppled over onto the floor smashing with a spray of dust and shattered pottery.

"Yes!" He cheered,

"Well done your grace,"

"A perfect shot!"

"Indeed it was your grace,"

"I keep making shots like that they'll have to out me as head of the army,"

"They will your grace,"

"Humm I make another shot like that you better start getting on your knees and sucking my cock,"

"If you ask it of me, your grace,"

"You know it takes years of practice and gods given skill just to hold a bow you know," he said, "And then even more gruelling training and skills to be able to fire with any sort of competency, and even then most are not able to do such things,"

I knew what I was next to say but it did not flow as automatically as usual "It is a coward's weapon," the moment it left my mouth I realized what I had done

"What did you say?" He snapped

"Nothing your grace-"

"What did you say!" He screamed throwing his bow it splintered on the floor as he threw it with such force

"I said archery is how cowards fight," I admit

In response, he slapped my face so hard my body hit the floor "Say that again and I'll have your head girl." He said through gritted teeth "Now, What do we say."

I adjusted myself and fixed my dress as I stood, doing my best to remain composed

"Archery is how a coward fights, for you stand as far back on the battlefield as anyone, you stand back and let others fight for you, you kill men from a distance never seeing their eyes, never spilling their blood yourself, it is a coward fight, skilled I admit but cowardly none the less," I explained

"You dare call me a coward!" He yelled grabbing my dress and pinning me to the wall "I am the emperor of Roma and all of her illustrious empire, master of all her armies and her people, I am the blood of Cesar." he yelled "I AM YOUR KING!… I. am. Your god." He said dropping me hard onto the floor "You, are some shit-born peasant girl. Whom I have only given this sort of standing because I like her tits. I have given you everything you are, and this. Is how you repay my kindness. Why on earth do you feel you can talk this way to me!"

"Because you need me," I said leaning against the wall so I could sit there moving my knee up to rest my arm

"NEED YOU!" He yelled turning back to me "Why would I ever need you? You are a whore nothing more, the only thing I need you for is to jump on my cock. So go on. Humor me. Why do I need you?"

"You need me because you are cripplingly lonely. You've spent thought whole life locked up in Grand villas and Roman palaces, cuddled my nurse maids and politics teachers. And now you don't even have that. Your people despise you, your court thinks your childish, your advisors think you're a spoilt brat, and even the girls you keep as whores would rather lose their heads than spent time alone with you! Your mother is dead, your father is dead, and the only reason you are even on the throne this young is because there is literally one else who can be, everyone is busy dealing with the empire you don't know how to run and dont want to run, all while giving you some random woman off the street just to keep you from doing something stupid and causing more problems! " I yelled, "You put on this bastardly tough skill because you know inside you just a scared lonely little kid, without any family, without a single friend, because your a spoilt little asshole so scared and fearful of letting anyone in the stupid shell in case they leave you like mummy and daddy did!" I yell "So you need me! Because without me you are just scared. little boy." I took a breath as I accepted my fate, everything I had wanted to say over the year of my imprisonment came out and I knew he was going to kill me, crucify me, behead me if I was lucky enough to not be tortured to death in a thousand different ways but I didn't expect -

"Wwaaaaaaahhhhh!" tears flooded down his face as he hysterically cried like a child

"Uhhhh… are you crying?" I asked

He sat on the floor crying sniffling, gasping for breath in that way you do when you cry so badly his face was soaked from his tears and even goo from his nose as he cried

"Uhh are you okay?" I asked going over a little nervously

"Your right!" He cried

"Ohh no no it's okay"

"No, you're right! I'm just a spoilt child! And I don't have anyone I can talk to or spend time with! I'm so sorry for being a dick!" he cried pulling me into a hug

"Oh dear, no its okay you're not that much of a dick" I reassured stroking his hair

"No, I am! I'm a dick! I'm a terrible person! And everyone hates me!"

"I mean… Kinda."

"Wwaaaaaaahhhhh!"

"It's okay! It's okay now you know maybe now you can take steps to improve make things better"

"I don't like change!"

"Well nobody likes to change Romulus, but it's important to change, to grow and improve" I reassured and after a while of comforting him he settled down and wiped his tears away

"I'm sorry"

"Thank you for your apology"

"Nobody ever talked to me like that before."

"I think it was a while overdue"

"Your right, I've been a dick, everyone just didn't want to tell me"

"Well most of them were scared of you, myself included"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you think that about me, I'm sorry for being such a cunt."

"It's alright, it's easy to see why you… turned out to be rotten"

"I want to be better."

"You do?"

"I think so, Would you help me?"

"If that's what you want Romulus."

"I think so. Would you help?"

"I'd be happy to help"

"Would you marry me?"

"Wh-what?"

"Would you marry me?"

"Uhhh why?"

"So you can be the empress, so you can fix things. I promise I won't hurt you again."

"You'll really try and be better?"

"I will"

"You won't be a dick anymore?"

"I'll try"

"You won't hurt me?"

"Never."

"Well… Okay" I nodded

"Really? After everything I've done to you"

"If your really willing to try then I'm willing to help, but you so much as call me a rude name without an apology this empress is gonna kick the emperor's royal ass."

"Thats fair" he nods giving my cheek a little kiss

[naminethewriter]

Between Two Lives Chapter Five: Envy

Masterpost | First | Previous | Next | Ao3

Story Summary: Written for Intrulogical Week 2022 @intrulogicalweek

Logan is stuck in Limbo until the Afterlife Registration Bureau processes his case so he can properly move onto a afterlife, whether that is heaven, hell, reincarnation or something else. While wandering around aimlessly, he’s approached by a demon that introduces himself as Remus and offers him a quicker way to the next life.

Content Warnings: Gambling, Conflict

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“Hello Remus,” Logan greeted as he opened the door. Remus grinned at him.

 “Hey Lo Lo! You through those books yet?”

 “Oh, well…” Logan’s face flushed at the memory of how he acquired half of said books. “A few of them I have finished, but most of them I have not gotten to yet.” Remus’ grin became even wider at the sight of Logan’s blush. Logan cleared his throat when he noticed him staring. “Where are we going today?”

 “Well, I was thinking. How are you supposed to choose which afterlife you want at the end of the challenges if you don’t know what any of them are about. Y’know, besides reincarnation. So, I decided I would take you on a little tour instead!”

 “That sounds indeed logical,” Logan agreed slowly, “but am I even allowed to leave Limbo? You said that technically you weren’t even supposed to take me to Sector Zero.”

“True and yeah, I really shouldn’t do this but I’m a demon so who cares! We’ll go to Hell first and no one there will give a shit. We need to be a bit more careful in Heaven, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

 “And if we do get caught?”

 “You can just say I dragged you along. They can’t really hold you to anything, you’re literally just a random soul, you couldn’t get anywhere if you wanted to or threaten me to take you. They’ll just bring you back here and I’ll get a minor punishment. Wouldn’t be the first time. It’s fine.”

 Logan eyes Remus for a moment, unsure whether he could trust his words, but he believed that he knew the demon well enough by this point that he wouldn’t just lead him to his doom. And he was curious to see what the infamous realms truly looked like.

 “Very well, but I want you to promise to not leave my side. I do not want to be confronted by someone alone.”

 “You can hold my hand the entire time if you want, teach,” Remus teased, shimmying his shoulders and causing Logan to blush.

 “Good,” he said after clearing his throat again. “Then let’s go.”

 Remus grabbed his hand with an excited laugh and they both vanished.

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 The noise that crashed into them when they reappeared almost made Logan dizzy. It took him a moment to focus on his surroundings, but he soon saw a sight that was familiar though he never visited such an establishment in life.

 “A casino?” he questioned. Next to him Remus was jumping up and down in place, his wings flapping excitedly.

 “Yes!” he cheered loudly but it was barely noticed by the other demons that were around them. They were too entranced with their games or conversations and general loudness to pay attention to them. “This is one of my favorite places! It’s Hell nowadays in a nutshell! Fun, parties, and booze!”

 “What happened to punishing the sinners?” Logan asked, eyebrow raised as he looked around. Remus waved him off.

 “That’s still happening but only with the real assholes, like corrupt politicians, billionaires, war criminals and all that. We didn’t have the capacity to punish every soul for every little thing anymore, so we focused our attention on the big fishes. Now the main difference between Hell and Heaven is… how do I describe it… I guess Hell is a party town, but the houses and stuff aren’t super great, and Heaven has the luxury shit, but they don’t let loose like we do here.”

 “Fascinating,” Logan mumbled.

 “Any games you wanna try?” Remus asked, hoping that Logan would indulge him. It took a moment, but he wasn’t disappointed.

 “Do you have blackjack?”

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 “Amazing!” Remus cheered as the finally left the table. “How did you win three times in a row? Were you cheating?!” Logan smiled as he watched him bounce up and down.

 “It depends on whether you consider card counting cheating. It technically wasn’t illegal on earth, but most casinos would kick you out if they assumed you were counting.”

 “Uhhh! How does it work?” Logan explained the technique to him while they walked around the hall, but none of the other games caught his eye.

 “Most cheating is allowed here as long as you aren’t caught,” Remus explained once Logan was finished. “If you are, it’s considered an instant loss.”

 “I see. That seems like a good compromise for a place like this with no real currency.”

 “Yeah, all bets are just for fun! Though if you lose too much, you might get a cool down for a few days. Just so they don’t end up in a downwards spiral because that isn’t fun for anyone.” Logan nodded in agreement. “Anyway! Ready for our second stop? You’re gonna love it~”

 “Now I’m certainly curious. Lead the way,” Logan said with a smile and grabbed Remus’ hand. The demon grinned and teleported them away.

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 They reappeared inside a building with wide, white, marble halls. Remus held up his finger to his lips and took a look around.

 “Alright,” he whispered, “so far, the coast is clear. But we’ll need to stay quiet. Keep close to me.” Logan was a bit confused but did as he was told. He followed Remus who kept close to the walls and stood still every once in a while to listen for something. Finally, he ushered Logan through a heavy door before slipping inside as well and closing it carefully behind them.

 “Okay, we should be safe here for a bit,” he said, not quite whispering anymore but still speaking in hushed tones.

 “Where are we, Remus?” Logan asked, getting a bit annoyed. Remus grinned.

 “We, my dear professor, are in the only place on this side of life where you can see the stars you love so much.” Logan’s eyes widen and only then it occurred to him that he hadn’t taken a look at the room yet. He turned around and there stood the biggest telescope he had ever seen. It took his breath away.

 “Oh my,” he whispered softly. He didn’t notice how Remus watched him with a fond expression.

 “We can’t stay long because we are definitely not supposed to be here, but I wanted to show it to you at least. I know Hell is the coolest, but Heavens got some good shit, too. I hope I didn’t make you envious of all the people who get to use this whenever they want.”

 “I cannot say that it doesn’t. At least a little bit. Can I go closer?”

 “Sure. But better not touch it, I dunno if they got some sensors on it.” Logan nodded in acknowledgement, but his eyes never left the telescope. Remus followed him as he took slow steps forwards, fascinated by the look of pure awe on Logan’s face. But of course, the moment couldn’t last.

 “Remus? Is that you? You are not supposed to be here!” a voice called out from another door to their left Logan hadn’t noticed before. There stood an angel, with wide, white wings. He was dressed in a uniform of sorts with a red sash across his chest. As he approached with quick steps, Logan noticed that his brown hair and face structure matched Remus almost exactly.

 That is probably the brother he had been told about. A brother that shouldn’t have seen them here.

 “Oh, Ro-bro, it’s just you.” Remus breathed a sigh of relieve.

 “Just me?!” the angel hissed. “I am here as a guard, Remus, I should arrest you! And who is that?” He nodded towards Logan.

 “He’s an astronomer I’ve met a while ago. I just wanted to show him the telescope. We weren’t going to touch anything!”

 “Like I believe that!” Remus’ brother turned to Logan. “I am so sorry he has dragged you here. I am Sir Roman. I am a knight. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He gave a little bow.

 “Likewise. My name is Dr. Logan Croft.” Suddenly, Roman leaned closer to him, his eyes squinted. Then he shot around to Remus.

 “He’s from Limbo?” he hissed. “You can’t bring the Damned up here and Unassigneds even less so! What were you thinking? Oh wait, you weren’t!”

 “We didn’t even do anything!”

 “Why did you bring him here?”

 “Like I said, he’s an astronomer, I just wanted to show him the telescope!”

 “Why am I even asking you?!” Roman threw his hands up before turning back to Logan. “I am so sorry about this, but please tell me your perspective on this? Why are you here with him?”

 “Remus said that he wanted to give me an impression of Heaven and Hell before I complete his challenges and get to choose which afterlife I want to go to.” Roman’s eyes wandered back to his brother who was making a cutting motion across his throat. He narrowed his eyes before looking at Logan again.

 “I think I know what’s going on now,” he began, and Remus tried to shush him, but he continued talking. “I’m afraid I must inform you that Remus has played a trick on you. The custom of a soul beating seven challenges set by a demon to earn a place in the afterlife of its choosing is no longer in effect.”

 Logan froze for a moment before his eyes wandered slowly to Remus who was biting his bottom lip and avoiding eye contact.

 “Is that true?” Logan asked him. Remus fidgeted in place for a moment before nodding. Logan took a deep breath before turning back to Roman. “Thank you for telling me. It seems that I fell for the demon’s plot.” He ignored how Remus flinched. “I will remain more vigilant in the future. Would you be willing to bring me back to Limbo, please?”

 “Logan, wait-!” Remus spoke up but Logan ignored him again.

 “I am sorry for being an inconvenience.” Roman glanced at his brother and saw the deep hurt in his eyes. Maybe he had said too much. But he couldn’t take it back now.

 “Of course. I will be happy to escort you.” Logan nodded stiffly, still not looking in Remus’ direction. Roman watched the devastation on his brother’s face before the demon disappeared. He screwed up this time. He really wanted to talk to Patton right away – maybe his boyfriend had an idea on how to fix this – but for now he had to take Logan back.

 “Shall we?” he asked, offering his arm for the other to take. He did so without another word and they disappeared.

[genshinimpactlife]

If you’re not too busy, I wanna request a matchup if that’s okay with you!

I’m a Qiqi main who built her as a DPS healer out of spite and now she does 36000 damage every time the lil bubble the ocean-hued set pops. Very proud of that, she does more damage than what my main DPS used to be <//3

I am an ENTP-T 8w7, which probably makes me seem like an arrogant asshole, but I’m actually just more of an oblivious idiot who has trouble understanding things. Like, my friends have to explain to me when someone is flirting with me or when I shouldn’t talk to someone if they’re back-handedly insulting me cause I just don’t catch it. My friends also described me as airheaded and after they called me that for a couple weeks I asked what it meant since I was too scared to search it up since my friends are terrible people. (/hj) It ended very well, obviously. **I am not sobbing. I am sobbinh**

I’m 5’0. I’ve been 5’0 for three years and I am not growing more. But it’s okay because it means I’m easier to lift up! I’m asian with a tinted pink wolfcut, dark-brown/basically black eyes, and round black glasses. I mostly wear academia clothes (dress shirts, ribbon-ties, pleated flannel skirts, leather bags, loafers, etc.) in any color with a cute hat. I use any pronouns but am female presenting! Bisexual moment whenever I see someone who could throw my ass across the room. Basketball girls and Volleyball boys??? >>>>

Or literally just anyone who can pick me up and just toss me. I think strength is really hot. ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY’RE QUIET AND SITS ALONE!!!! Like…I just wanna be their friend. As an extrovert it is my job to adopt the quiet ppl. College has taught me many things. Idk what the heck a cotiledan or whatever it’s spelled is but I know that if a person is lonely I must at least ask if I can hang out with them.

AND COOKING WITH THEM AT THEIR DORM OR APARTMENT OR WHATEVER >>>>>

I enjoy studying epidemiology, biology, anatomy, etc. and I spend most of my time studying those because I need to be good at drawing and writing realistic characters and how their world effects them. Like, diseases need to be studied so I can make a fake lil zombie virus in my story that lives in my head.

I’m a silly little guy. I don’t care what weight a person is, tall a person is or exactly how smart they are or even if they know how to drive (I don’t drive, it’s scary.) If they think I’m cute and they’re nice to me and they can absolutely body check me into oblivion I’m game!

(I’m a new anon technically! Can I be 🧪 anon?)

I would match you with...

You and Sara would end up meeting because you kept accidentally getting into bad situations while being oblivious.

"What do you mean you didn't realize they were Fatui? The Insignia is right there??"

You being persistent and talking to the quiet and stern Sara helped build feelings between the two of you.

Sara is part of the Kojou clan, a servant of the Shogun. So of course she is strong.

She would have absolutely no problem picking you up and tossing you around.

Are you in the way? She casually lifts you up and moves you out of the way without a word.

Lowkey, does it cause she knows you like it.

She wouldn't mind if you were a bit of an airhead at times because she can see your true intelligence with your studying hobbies. She admires the fact you go so far for your passions.

Don't worry, I am an airhead too

We all know Sara is the one doing the cooking for the Shogun, so she would absolutely cook with you any chance she gets

Hi 🧪 Anon! You can absolutely use that emoji! I made a little list for my emoji anons, so I don't ever lose track I only have two right now but shhh You have a badass Qiqi! She still hasn't come home for me. Hope you enjoy <3

[intyalote]

10 characters meme

tagged by @i-am-just-a-kiddo (a while ago, sorry it took me so long)! 10 characters from things I read/watched this year. anyone who wants to do this, consider yourself tagged by me.

ZHOU YING, Tai Sui ↳ ohhhh my god. fucked up and insane because he’s Seen Too Much (of everything except himself)! hates the world and just wants to see it burn but is tied to it because of his love for a single person! the top two breakdowns I had reading tai sui were both caused by him (if you’ve read it, That moment in the impassable sea & jinping (1) which took me forever to read because I was crying too much to see the words). so, so tragic.

ZHI XIU, Tai Sui ↳ yes I’m doing two tai sui characters fight me I can’t choose between them. no paramount spiritual sense, no way of clarity, no demon eyes, but one (1) rebellious disciple is enough for him to walk his own path with eyes unclouded. when he did That (flower in the mirror) and also That (conclusion) I screamed. the bittersweet joy of how he ends up post-canon is so. ugh. also gets some of the most beautifully moving lines and descriptions in the novel as you watch him grow.

MADI, Black Sails ↳ deserved sooo much better. is literally responsible for every good thing that happens in s3-4 managing the two pathetic men who landed on her island managing a war being the smartest person in every room she was in AND YET she still has to move on when her dreams are ruined because of the character development(?) she herself instigated in the man she loved. I would give her the world. 

SHENG LINGYUAN, Lie Huo Jiao Chou ↳ what’s left after you cut out everything that matters about yourself as a person and not the 人皇? when you were born to be a tool, how can you be anything else? and what about how just when you think you’ve escaped through death, you get thrown into the future you yourself wanted and created but it’s unrecognizable and holds no place for you? I am gently tucking him into bed so that he can rest. he doesn’t really deserve it but that’s ok.

MEDICINE SELLER, Mononoke ↳ mysterious in a way designed to appeal to Me Specifically. the protagonist, but the story isn’t about him, it meanders with him and he gets revealed along the way. very much an asshole but in a fun way? love his manner of speech ただの。薬売り。ですよ。voice acted line of all time. also ‘strict requirements for unleashing power’ is an excellent trope, love the structure of his chase for 形/真/理 in each case.

LI JIANTING, Qiang Jin Jiu ↳ another one who deserved better she is empress of my heart. completely stole the show in the second half of the novel, don’t want to spoil things but the development and consistency of her character from her upbringing to her fate is so well done. look I get that this is cezhou’s novel & also that the world t97 created couldn’t allow it but in another world... she absolutely could have ruled.

MORPHEUS, Sandman ↳ acts tough but has no idea what he’s doing, cares but can’t (or sometimes won’t) do anything about it, feels too much but is afraid to show it… he has it all for me, right down to the horribly complicated relationship with his child. I am so intrigued by him I’m reading comics (which are usually. difficult. for me to follow).

QIU CONGXUE, Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know ↳ not at all pure of heart, very dumb of ass. love how her reaction to accidentally ‘escaping’ the ghost path was to do her best to get rid of her newly acquired flesh. can’t grow brains, can’t teach anyone anything, can’t take over a sect, can be an extreme nuisance, but still has people who are so very fond of her and let her indulge herself.

TAKAHASHI, Koisenu Futari ↳ complete fucking mood. aro loner gathering a family he can care about without compromising who he is, makes good food, chill unless you annoy him. wins most relatable character of the year. pretty much bought the novel purely because I wanted more of his perspective, he means so much to me personally.

LYMOND, Lymond Chronicles ↳ still have only read the first book & a bit of the second but he is SUCH a bastard (complimentary). not an exceptionally bad person in his context, just completely incapable of being nice. good schemer but turns into the saddest and most pathetic surprised pikachu when he gets outplotted and needs to be saved by other people. very weird comparison incoming but he’s like a 1500s scotland cross between lin jingheng and mei changsu.

finally, as a bonus since I cheated a bit with tai sui, have a bond!  do I have anything meaningful to say? no. is he a good doggo? yes!

[hellcatinnc]

Bungo Stray Dogs Season 5 Anime Review

Includes Spoilers

First part of this season by episode 5 I was disgusted. You see the team get back together well partially and then watch each die. The moment I saw them kill of Akutagawa I went sick. Literally watching them hurt Tachihara irritated me.

They were killing people off left and right and you also saw them all start getting turned into vampires because of Fukuchi that runs the hunting dogs. He is almost invincible I mean I used to think that Fyodor was the worst but this guy is way worse. I would much rather deal with Fyodor, however him killing (knocking him out fingers crossed) Sigma annoyed me cause Sigma grew on me.

I thought Dazai had knocked him off by drowning him to find out SOB still survived. But when that vampire shoved that pole into his stomach I almost rejoiced like if it was the wicked witch dead kinda thing. As time goes on its not hard to see Ranpo is the one controlling most of this season. Its different because he is always the one that only steps up in criminal things but damn this boy taking over and stepping up and being in control and dominant makes him so hot.

Watching Fukuzawa get stabbed broke my heart was so glad it ended up not killing him. Then I had to watch him his childhood best friend which brought me to tears. I hated Fukuchi it felt like no one could beat that asshole not even Jouno.

Is it bad I still feel like Jouno reminds me of saint germain in code realize lol.

I loved how Kenji handle things with Tetchō Suehiro, because he flipped his shit and honestly I had no clue this boy was so deadly he looks so cute all the time. Haha guess you really do have to worry about the sweet looking ones. I mean take Ranpo this season he stepped his shit up so much that I felt like season 4 and 5 gave him a directive of who he was. Not gonna lie though I was worry Kenji would kill him and that would have been a waste cause Tetchō Suehiro is hot.

The vampire king Bram the connection he made to Aya Koda then for you to see its because she reminds him of his daughter that I presume died or he lost. Then when she saves him and he bows before her I loved it he was like I'm lord and count but in this moment I am your knight, that was sweet and honorable too.

I didn't like Akutagawa being a vampire however at the very end when him and Atsushi were taking in that last fight I loved know that Akutagawa was back to his normal self as hot as ever.

I feel like season 5 was all over the place however its a season that keeps you on edge because when you think you know whats going to happen something happens changing that. I will say after all the seasons this is still by far my favorite anime because there are hot guys in it, great voice actors, cool characters and abilities, it has the ability to make me laugh, get angry, get happy, and cry all in one show. Thats not something you find often and for that reason I can't wait for more of this show.

Some other honorable mentions of this season. Dazai of course even though he was behind the scenes alot he was also deep in Fyodor's head and the reason that man is dead. Then psycho dude Nikolai Gogol weird he is a cool looking character but I swear he is sadistic and weird and the reason why the set in motion for the detective agency to get so messed up. He can look cool just wish he would look cool and shut up.

Chuuya pretending to be a vampire was different like to me there wasn't enough Chuuya in this season and I would have loved to see him as a vampire without the stupid red eyes. I thought they really messed up the look of the vampires in that way.

Also this was a cool move Akutagawa did and is it just me but before he became a vampire that man got hotter, maybe its just cause I went season 4 without him and Chuuya for the most part so I became touch starved by these men.

Granted some of the others were in the picture but very little besides Atsushi he is always the heart in the background or in the front and I love him for that. Not to mention when him and Akutagawa fight and he gives the were tiger his power too so bad ass.

Anyways now I get to go through withdraw until a new season however you can plan to see some fan fic some hot and steamy as well as fluff of these sexy men. If you have yet to see it definitely check it out. Its not normally my type but the characters are so relatable, sexy, charming etc you won't want to stop watching.

[koostarcandy]

only love

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: over 5 months of domestic bliss with your best friend turned roommate turned lover gets you thinking, alot. alternative? a fluffy, domestic morning with koo 🥰

genre: bestfriendstolovers!au, fluff

wc: around 1k

warnings: they're so sappy god, lots of kisses and soft stuff, sliiiiight mention of suggestive stuff

a/n: inspired by only and honeymoon fades !! this was very indulgent, i kept going on and I didn't know how to stop 🤧 I also took a prompt from my prompt list cause it fits well ^^ happie reading !! maybe listen to ♡ while reading?

gentle fingertips tracing your soft skin wakes you from your sleep, heavy eyelids forcing themselves open and greeted by stripes of white light, courtesy of the cream linen curtains hanging on your window.

"good morning, my love," a sleep-ridden voice beside you prompts you to turn to the source, met by messy haired yet still adorable jungkook, sleepy smile gracing his lips when your eyes meet. you nudge your nose with his, not trusting your voice at the moment. he pulls you closer, head resting on your blanket covered chest and yawning, mumbling about seeing blueberry waffles and vanilla milkshakes in his dream, deeming it as breakfast for the day.

you never knew letting your best friend move in with you while he was on the lookout for a new apartment would turn into something so wonderful. he always knew the passcode to your place, sometimes finding him passed out on your couch, tv running as background noise, curled up in his favourite blanket. it was like he lived there, except for the fact that he didn't. you're the best roommate he's had, he confesses one lazy afternoon, ice lollies in hand while you flip through your book. you let him do chores at his own pace and let him put the aircon on whenever he wants, the customary humidifier in random corners of your house.

"and then he says that she fell down the stairs! nothing about him hitting her no, he's literally gaslighting her and it's so infuriating, i wish i could punch him, koo, it's so annoying," you huff, explaining the latest book you've been reading to him.

jungkook looks up from his place on your chest, wide eyes in disbelief and chin propped up, "that asshole, i knew ryle was no good from the beginning, like, who begs someone to fuck them???" you nod furiously, leading you to another rant about how he was a walking red flag, not realising how jungkook was sporting the fondest and most content smile on his face.

you've learnt more about jungkook while living with him for more than 5 months now. he likes milk in the mornings and loves spicy ramen at the dead of night. he took it upon himself to play every game in play store with you, often ending with your limbs tangled while you fret over yet another impossible puzzle on your ipad. he's everything you've ever wanted in a roommate, the perfect balance of fun and seriousness throwing you off sometimes.

you didn't know when you would spill your feelings out to him, heart locked up with chains after miserable experiences. maybe it was the liquid courage, maybe it was jungkook being fed up of keeping his feelings bottled up inside. one soju shot after another, you're both nose to nose, forehead to forehead, deep in a game of who knows what.

"the person who takes the next shot will have to say something about the other," jungkook says randomly, heavy alcohol breaths not fazing the both of you. you flick open the next bottle, the cap rattling drowned out by the sound of you chugging at rapid speeds. alarmed, jungkook snatches the bottle from you, only to freeze at your next words.

"i'm in love with you, koo."

the bottle almost slips from his tattooed fingers but you catch it in him, despite your tipsy daze on him. "say something," you plead, eyes boring into his suddenly rigid face.

"how mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

not mad, it turns out. you're on him in a second, frantic lips trying to convey a million emotions. pulling apart with slightly heaving chests, you cup his face, rubbing the rosy apples of his cheeks. he holds your wrists, pressing another kiss on your lips. and another, followed by a tiny giggle. he decides he wants to hear it again, peppering smooches all over your face till you're flat on the ground, laughing at goodness knows what.

"hello? do you not want whipped cream on your waffles then??" a large hand waves infront of you, breaking out of your indulgent reverie. "i want," you say and nod your head, yeah definitely, whipped cream and blueberries? perfect combination.

"what were you thinking about, love?" jungkook asks curiously, wondering what's got you zoning out, small smile dancing on your lips. "you, of course" saying it likes it's the most obvious thing in the world. pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead, you wear his t-shirt and hop off the bed, saying you'd get a headstart on breakfast. you leave him all red-eared and giggly on your bed and he hopes he's the only one on your mind who's got you all soft and giddy.

you carefully press the waffle batter and close it shut and go through your fridge for whipped cream. "koo, i can't find the can again-oh there it is," you end sheepishly when a long hand takes the can from the side of the fridge and you're met with a shirtless jungkook, small smirk playing on his face.

"you know," he starts, closing the fridge and pulling you close with a tattooed arm around your waist, "i'm starting to think you keep me around so your apartment doesn't go upside down," you scoff playfully, aware of his neat habits, "that's exactly why I keep you, darling" you say coolly, as if you don't love him with your whole heart and he didn't rock your world last night.

you set the now ready waffles on a plate, jungkook joining in on the fun and making it seem like a cake, a layer of blueberries and whipped cream between each waffle. almost half of it is gone by the time the second batch of waffles is done and jungkook groans in delight, "you made more?! I knew I loved you for a reason," he says proudly, a loud "mwah!" on your lips and he's onto making the next stack happily, feeding you and filling you in on your friends' latest shenanigans.

you suddenly find yourself hoping and praying you both never change, staying the way you are, loving each other so hard it makes you weak at the knees and wishing you'd feel that for the rest of your life. you follow his sparkly doe eyes and animated expressions, completely enamored with him and his ways. you hope you both can love through the pain and whatever is thrown your way.

"and when I told them about how i wasn't going to move in with them and stay with you, they were actually shocked?? but forget them, we didn't see us coming."

you nod in agreement, regretting the times you were oblivious to his affections. you really should've known when he wears his heart proudly on his sleeve. you smile and place a chaste kiss on his cheek, getting up so you could get the dishes done with but you're beaten to it. jungkook forcefully sits you down and says he's doing them this time and that he'll do you later, which cracks him up and gets you scrunching your nose in amusement, his childishness peeking through.

"you see that? see the technique? the snap of my wrist? only an expert could do this baby," he says proudly, stacking the dishes neatly. he wipes his hands quickly and he's next to you in a second, hand behind your neck pulling you in for a sweet kiss. you sigh happily into the kiss, arms resting on his shoulders. he places several pecks on your lips, eliciting his favourite sound, your laugh. he places you on the counter effortlessly, doe eyes peering into yours. the comfortable silence envelopes you both in a bubble, foreheads and noses touching.

"i love you," jungkook says firmly yet softly, lips moulding with yours. he trails them down to the junction between your neck and shoulder, placing a loving kiss and resting his forehead there. you press a gentle smooch to his forehead, the beginnings of a lovestruck smile dawning on your face.

"and i love you, koo" you say happily, now holding his face gently in your hands. you kiss him like it's the last time you're going to see him, pulling away just so you could gaze at his handsome face. he carries you in his arms and settles on the couch, making sure you're both as close as it can get. jungkook's already pulling up your favourite drama on tv, knowing it would be forgotten later.

The fuzzy feeling brought by the tranquil atmosphere makes you both sleepy, so you manoeuvre yourselves till you're lying together. smiley, sleepy eyes slowly close and you're both off to dreamland, wrapped in love.

pt time: @lvoekook ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun

[yanderemommabean]

Can I have a story of Malcolm trying to break up with Adrain?

If you don’t feel comfortable writing this then you don’t have too.

“Adrian…I don’t think we should be doing this anymore” Malcolm meekly spoke, tugging at his hoodie strings nervously as Adrian paused lifting his weights and turned to face him. “Huh? You nervous about being at the gym with me? Babe, it’s fine! Most people here are nice and encouraging about self care like this” he says while wiping his forehead. 

Malcolm cleared his throat, his hands beginning to shake as he placed them at his side, clenching and flexing. “No, this…this one sided relationship. Y-you didn’t even ask if I wanted to be with you like this! W-we shouldn’t be together”.

The gym was still going, people paying no mind, but Malcolm could’ve sworn the world went silent with the look Adrian gave him. Dangerous, possessive, and deadly. 

The larger man stalks over to him, taking his trembling hand and dragging him to the changing rooms. Malcolm could only scrabble along as pulling against his grip was useless, and near bone breaking. He felt fear paralyze his throat as Adrian shut the door angrily and pinned him against the wall. Both wrists were held by one hand, and his lower half was kept in place by Adrians thigh, trapping him easily. 

“You really think that you can leave me, huh?” he darkly snickered, trailing his nose up his neck to behind his ear, licking just below the lobe. Malcolm shudders, and tries to swallow down a terrified whine, not even bothering to try and escape the painful grip. “I don’t want this! Y-you just decided we were something! I-I didn’t even see you coming!”

Adrian hums in thought, kissing up the column of Malcolms neck possessively. “Didn’t even see me coming…and i'm an obvious threat. Of course I swept you up, someone else could hurt you. Make you do things worse than I do. I mean…Is what I do that bad?” he asked with grit teeth “I feed you, protect you, make you see how handsome and beautiful you are, keep you beside me for your own good! And you think that's just…terrible?” he asked with bitterness. 

Malcolm slammed his eyes shut as tears formed in the corner of his eyes. He’s right- but Malcolm didn’t ask for any of that shit! He doesn’t want this relationship because Adrian is unhinged! He’s dangerous and it’ll take just one bad day before he crosses a line he can’t come back from! 

“N-No! I-im sorry i just- “ he felt his grip tighten even more, causing his chest to rise and fall faster in a panic as he tried to think of a lie to calm him down. Pacifying him like that is a way Malcolm has learned to survive, being with Adrian quite literally 24/7. 

Adrian squeezed his throat firmly, making him keep eye contact. “Did someone tell you something? Fuck, was it that asshole roommate again?! “ he hissed with clenched teeth. “I told you not to listen to other people like him…But I know you’re just too gentle to do so” he sighs, pressing his forehead against Malcolms. His thumb gently rubbed across his pulse, as if gently memorizing it. 

Malcolm swallowed, and figured he should play into that delusion. It’s better than getting killed, or worse. He’s sure Adrian's parents would help keep him in a basement somewhere. 

“I-I’m sorry! I just…Feel like I'm not on par with you, you know? P-people point that out so often” he nervously huffs, seeing that light come back into Adrians eyes. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me? You won’t bother me with things like that, I’ve told you! “ his hand moves from his throat down to his clavicle, eyes wandering his body as if he didn’t mark it up earlier that morning. 

“My precious little lover, so easy to scare and hurt…That’s why you need me. I’ll kill anyone trying to take you away from me, anyone who ever hurts you. You need to be greedy with that! Clearly I need to take care of some people for you”. 

He seemed to be half joking, but Malcolm didn’t want to test that. Instead he just reaches up, playing the part of the ever so soft boyfriend, and wraps his arms around Adrian's neck. The blush on his cheeks was cute, he’ll admit, catching him off guard was charming sometimes. He whispers softly, trying to stop his terrified shaking as he speaks “A-are you mad at me? I didn’t mean to be annoying and dumb”

Adrian didn’t answer, simply roughly kissing him as he pressed him back against the wall. “How could I be mad when my baby is begging for me? I could never think you’re dumb and annoying…Now why don’t we kiss and make up, huh?”

Well, it’s not like he has much of a choice here. This makeout session is going to end in a sticky mess and a perverted Adrian wanting more than one round, making his legs like gelatin and his face as red as a cherry. 

He’ll have to find a way to leave the state soon, before Adrian finds a way to keep him tethered forever. 

(Hey! I hope you like this! Tell me what's up/comment please! -Mommabean )