#cause they pulled both spicy and fire which makes it really difficult to not just do fire twice

[apatheticgoat]

(abridged inktober for work): Spicey

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part V/VII)

"the perfect excuse"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadowss @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s @andreaareynoso @georgeweasley19 @dianarte

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: language, drinking, makeout getting spicy

A/N: idk what happened here, this was not planned I'm just horny ig??? Anyway have this part that was definitely not meant to unfold like this but hey, I'm not mad, so enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading to the kitchen. There was no actual need of dressing up nicely, since we both would be spending New Year's Eve at the flat, but since Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione were coming, we decided to clean up for our guests.

"Hmm, smells good." I leaned on the doorframe, observing George finishing cooking.

"These past five months' messes paid off." He joked, grabbing a kitchen rag to clean his hands. "Can you keep an eye on it while I go get read..." He trailed off automatically when his gaze landed on me. "Woah— okay." He cleared his throat, eyes slightly widened at my outfit, and I couldn't help but enjoy a bit too much his attention. "You look really good— is that the new blouse?"

"Yup." I replied, a coy smile dancing on my lips as I stepped to him and picked the kitchen rag myself. "C'mon, go clean up nice for our guests."

It only took him a couple of minutes, since he might have had his suit ready.

"Mind lending a hand with the tie, love?" He requested, stepping into the kitchen with his attention on the shirt's cuffs which he was buttoning up.

Damn, he looked so good; it wasn't even fair.

"Y/n?" He chuckled, finally looking up.

"Uh— yeah! Sure." I threw the rag over the counter and led my hands to the tie, taking my time to make the knot; maybe I wanted an excuse to have my hands on him.

We stayed in silence until I was finished; it wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't comfortable either— it was, in fact, stifling.

"There you go." I more like whispered instead of talking, sliding my hands down his chest briefly. His eyebrows were knitted, trying to decipher my demeanor; his hands caught one of mines before they fell limply on my sides, and for a second, I thought he was about to do something really stupid —something I had wanted to do for the last three months—, but then the bell rang and we stepped away from each other, going to receive Ron and Hermione as if that moment hadn't happened at all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GINNY'S P. O. V.

I took a sip of my brandy as we laughed at Ron's joke, my eyes drifting to Hermione and then to Y/n's lap, where Teddy rested, giggling and blabbering nonsense at George's hand movements and funny faces.

George had confided me quite ashamed that he fancied Y/n about two years ago, but I knew the looks he gave her were of something more than a little crush, if you may.

Had I not known Y/n, I would be worried she was projecting Fred onto the younger twin, but the girl knew better than that, so when we got to experience how their domestic life unfolded during New Year's Eve, I felt nothing but happiness at the way Y/n laughed at my brother's jokes, or how she stared at him in pure adoration as he played with Tonks's and Lupin's baby.

"You're getting him waaay too exited, mate." Harry chuckled, extending his arms for Y/n to hand him the toddler. "He needs to go to sleep."

Teddy, who we had put to sleep in Y/n's room shortly after dinner, had woken up right before the New Year came to us, and, since he refused to go back to sleep, Y/n took on the task of entertaining him. George joined as soon as he witnessed Teddy's hair going rainbow-like at Y/n's actions.

"Actually, I think we all need to go to sleep." I said, leaving the glass on the table.

"Boo, you're supposed to be the youngest!" Y/n whined, earning a laughter from the rest.

"Ginny's right, though." Ron stood up and all of us followed his lead. "It's really late and I don't want mum to see us drunk when she wakes up."

"Not a good impression to make on your future mother-in-law, oi, Granger?" George's tease made Hermione's cheeks flush, murmuring an 'idiot' before giving him a hug. "Take care, all of you." He added after he and Y/n had hugged everyone goodbye.

The five of us exited the flat and apparated in the Burrow's yard in silence until Harry asked, "are they together now?"

"We don't know." I confessed with a grimace.

"Well, together or not, they're definitely fucking."

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, slapping her boyfriend's arm.

"I just said what everyone else's thinking." He defended himself, and none of us could deny it.

READER'S P. O. V.

We began to pick up the dirty plates, glasses and cutlery in order to take them to the sink and leave them there to wash them tomorrow.

"Oi, look what I found." George wiggled a firewhiskey bottle at me from the living room.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed the half empty ice cream tub I had just left over the counter, a couple of clean glasses, and I made my way to George.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"—and that was only in our... Third- no- fourth! year?" He finished the story, joining me in the giggling; I didn't doubt the story was funny, but I was sure it seemed ten times funnier because of the alcohol. "Wait- where were you back then?" He knitted his brows in confusion.

"A year below you." I laughed.

He snorted. "Below me," he took a look at his empty glass before reaching for the bottle with a laugh "hell, I wish."

I couldn't help but laugh too. "Sure you do." I wouldn't have laughed if I were sober, but then again I highly doubted he would have said that if he were sober. "Y'know- you can have me below you anytime you want, Georgie." I replied between lazy giggles, leaning on him so he would pour more firewhiskey into my glass too.

A loud snort left George, triggering one of my own. "Sure, darling." He loosened his tie and tossed it to the floor. "Why's it so hot in here?"

"Mmm... Must be 'cause of you." I threw my head back to stare at the ceiling. "Or... maybe's just the alcohol." I groaned at the feeling of my head spinning, and sat upright again to chunk the now full glass in one go. "I'm hot too."

"Oh darling... You can't even imagine how much— I mean... Every day— but tonight you look partic... particular...ly? Dashing." George was leaning back against the armchair's feet, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed and an amused smile dancing on his lips. "Why must you be so bloody perfect?" I found myself staring a bit too much at the ginger. "There's still a conscious part of my brain that knows I shouldn't be saying this shit." An idle chuckle left his chest and one of his eyes peeked open. "I'm gonna blame the alcohol, aight?"

Right, the alcohol —The perfect excuse.

I laid my glass on the floor and got up, stumbling towards him. "Oi, careful— you don't wanna trip and fall." He laughed, steadying me with his hands as I plopped down on my knees besides him. "We won't make it to St. Mungo—" With one hand on his shoulder and one on his cheek, I went for it, cutting him mid-sentece in the process.

It was one hell of a sloppy kiss, and I was so concentrated on doing it right that I didn't even hear the moan I sent into his mouth.

What the hell are you doing?, My mind screamed.

I attempted to pull away, but I felt George's hands on my sides, clutching my clothes in his fists to tug me flush against him. I took the cue and did my best to climb onto his lap and straddle his legs without losing balance.

What we were doing felt terribly wrong, and, the morning after, we would regret this little slip so much, but in that exact moment I could only think that his lips tasted like fire whiskey, strawberry and chocolate, and that the quiet moans slipping through them between the kisses were loud enough to quiet down everything in my head.

I stopped to take a breath, resting my forehead against his; our eyes locked, pupils blown out.

Heavy pants left our lungs, as if we had just run a marathon. It felt like the kiss had made a bomb go off, one that we had unconsciously been building up those past months.

It took an instant of looking at each other to know we thought the same; we wouldn't get this opportunity ever again, so at that point, we might as well carry on and pray for it not to be too bad in the morning.

This time it was George who smashed his lips against mines, teeth clashing and tongues going in each other's mouths. The situation was escalating quick; a tad too quick, I daresay.

He cursed and mumbled something about too many clothes, proceeding to pull his shirt over his head with my help, given that he could only do so much with that amount of alcohol in his sistem.

I could do even less, though. It was proven when I first attempted to get rid of my blouse.

I struggled to unbutton it, an awkward, dizzy silence falling among us before his hands travelled to mines "Wait... Lemme..." He frowned, finding that simple task as frustratingly difficult as I did. "Bloody..." A browned off grunt left his swollen lips.

"Tear it." I mumbled, letting my hands roam over his chest.

"You sure?"

I hummed, somehow impatient. "We'll fix it tomorrow." I captured his lips once more.

We'd fix it tomorrow.

I felt his hands fisting my shirt by the cleavage before giving it a firm tug, making my gasp; I wasn't expecting all the buttons to come off in one go, given his drunken state.

I didn't even have time to discard the piece of clothing before his lips attacked my neck, shutting my brain off instantly due to the sensation.

"You want this?" He whispered in my ear, his hands going up from my thighs to my back until they reached the clasp of my bra.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded vigorously, making the world shake around me so hard that I had to shut my eyes.

I felt a feather kiss on my shoulder and his fingers unfastening the bra; he was doing his best to be smooth, which wasn't a lot, but I could tell he was trying hard.

"You're so sweet." I blurted out as his fingertips ghosted over my skin while he removed the top from my body.

He tried to reply something, but articulating kept getting harder and harder as we went deeper into it, so he gave up on words and so did I; at least until his fingers slid between my legs and started to tease me through the fabric of my remaining clothes.

"Bed." I whimpered, unconsciously rocking my hips against George's hand whilst my own travelled to his crotch, feeling his erection and consequently earning a moan from him.

"D'you think we'll make it?" He inquired, already retreating his hand briefly so we could stand up.

Soon enough we were stumbling to my room, hands all over each other, bumping against the furniture and walls due to not being able to stand upright.

When we fell on the bed and tossed the rest of our clothes to the floor, it began to dawn on me how bad this was going to be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My head was pounding violently in my skull; that's most likely the reason why I woke up. It took a moment for the blurry memories of the previous night to flash into my mind.

"You feel... so good..."

"Fuck- George— faster, please..."

"Y/n— I'm-"

"No." I shoot up, not acknowledging that Y/n was still asleep by my side. "Fuck no. Nononono." I ignored the terrible headache caused by the hungover and, grabbing my clothes, I exited the room. "No fucking way." I kept mumbling to myself, stalking to my dorm to throw on some fresh clothes.

I sat on my bed, my hands running through my locks, bringing back the memories of Y/n's tugs on them in the process.

"What the fuck did I do." I almost choked on the sentence.

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #184

Oh shit we’re a day late. Sorry. Now that Summer’s over, Fate and Phantasms is heading out to Shimousa, starting with the Archer of Inferno! You know the deal by this point; true name spoilers and build breakdown below the cut, character sheet over here, but still expect a little bit of spoilage because you can’t spread out a character over 20 levels and not spoil a bit about them.

Next up: I thought the ghost of an occultist driving a car made by a talking lion would be the most convoluted character design for a while. I was wrong.

Tomoe Gozen is a Battle Master Fighter to talk with her fists and throw people around as well as a Hunter Ranger to get her fiery arrows and to specialize in fighting massive crowds.

Race and Background

Tomoe is kind of halfway between an oni and a human, never quite at home in either world. Thankfully that’s exactly what Tieflings are as well, so getting her race is pretty easy. As a Mephistopheles Tiefling she gets +1 Dexterity and +2 Wisdom, Darkvision for night raids, Hellish Resistance to fire damage (it would be awkward if you died to your own inferno), and the Legacy of Cania. This gives you the Mage Hand cantrip immediately, with one casting of Burning Hands and Flame Blade with your Charisma per long rest at third and fifth level respectively.

As the wife of a Lord, you’re the definition of a Noble, giving you proficiency with History and Persuasion. People just like you, y’know?

Ability Scores

Step one; Dexterity. You’re an archer, this shouldn’t come as a surprise that this is pretty high. (I mean I say that, but there’s ton of archers that don’t use bows, so...) Anyways, second is Strength. You throw people around like sacks of potatoes, so you gotta be pretty good at lifting them. Go with Wisdom as your third highest ability. Large scale battles are hectic, you’ve got to have a sharp eye to do your best work in them.  Your Constitution isn’t half bad, oni tend to be able to take a beating. Your Intelligence isn’t that high purely because we need other stuff more, so we’re dumping Charisma. You’re a bit awkward no matter which side of the family you’re talking to.

Class Levels

Ranger 1: Starting off as a ranger gives you plenty of goodies, including plenty of proficiencies, like Strength and Dexterity saves, plus three skills; Insight and Perception to read your enemies and Athletics to make it easier to haul them around. First level rangers also become Deft Explorers, which makes you Canny with athletics. That doubles your proficiency bonus for extra oni strength when you push and pull objects. You can also set a Favored Foe as a bonus action, dealing an extra d4 of damage once per turn after hitting them with an attack. You can do this proficiency times per long rest, and the damage grows as you level up.

Ranger 2: At second level, you gain the Archery fighting style for an extra +2 to your ranged attack rolls. The archer class is really made up of archers, huh? You also learn how to cast Spells using your Wisdom to cast them. Theoretically. You don’t actually have any spells that bother with that. At first level you can use Longstrider to move around the battlefield easier and Absorb Elements to add a little bit of fire to your arrows immediately. That helps less than the other elements since you’re already resistant to fire damage, but we suffer for our art here. Well, you do.

Ranger 3: Making it all the way to third level without burning out grants you entrance to a shiny new conclave, and the Hunter conclave turns you into a Horde Breaker when you take the subclass, specializing you towards dealing with large groups. Once per turn you can make an extra attack, as long as your second target is within 5′ of the first. You also gain Primal Awareness, letting you Speak with Animals. I don’t think anything in canon says you can do this, but your event is one of the only times we hear the servant animals talk, so I’m counting it. You also learn how to cast Zephyr Strike, speeding yourself up and possibly dealing extra damage at the same time. Controlling your spacing is vital when it comes to dealing with tons of enemies.

Ranger 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Strength for stronger punches. They’ll get even stronger in a second, don’t worry.

Fighter 1: Bounce over to fighter for the Unarmed Fighting fighting style. Now your punches deal 1d6 damage (or 1d8 if you have both free) and you can deal damage to grappled creatures at the start of your turn. You also get a Second Wind, which will heal you as a bonus action.

Ranger 5: We’re done multiclassing for a while, since heading back over to ranger will net you an Extra Attack each action. Now you’ve got two attacks against one target, or three if you can use horde breaker. You also learn second level spells, like Beast Sense and Enhance Ability. I don’t think you’re strong enough yet, so that latter spell will give you advantage on strength checks for the duration. (Or a target creature advantage on any one kind of checks, that’s just the most in-character option.)

Ranger 6: At sixth level Favored Foe grows to a d6, and you also become Roving, which increases your speed and lets you climb and swim without slowing down.

Ranger 7: Seventh level rangers will find it a lot easier to Escape the Horde, forcing disadvantage on all opportunity attacks against you. Right now you’ve still got to keep your distance from your enemies to use your bow and arrow, so this will help. You can also cast Aid to increase your maximum HP along with that of a couple of friends for something that will really excitate your whole lineage.

Fighter 2: Bouncing back to fighter gets you an Action Surge for two actions per turn once per short rest. Now you get up to five attacks in a turn thanks to Horde Breaker and your extra attack.

Fighter 3: If we keep on trucking we’ll hit third level, which is where things get really spicy. As a Battle Master, you get four Combat Superiority d8s per short rest, and you can add one per attack to attack you make, dealing extra damage and adding effects to the blow. Technically. Only one of your maneuvers actually deals with attacks, but that’s Pushing Attack, which will do a lot of work for you. When you hit a creature you deal extra damage, and if they’re smaller than Huge and fail a strength save, they get pushed 15 feet away. Your other maneuvers are Evasive Footwork, adding the d8 to your AC while you move to make fighting you even harder, and Tactical Assessment, adding the die to an Investigation, History, or Insight check. We might not have been able to make you smart, but this should cover whatever tactics you need. You’re also a Student of War, giving you proficiency in any one artisan’s tools. Pick your fave, you’re not exactly Hokusai.

Fighter 4: Our last level in fighter grabs the Crusher feat for +1 Strength and once per turn you can push someone an extra 5 feet as long as they’re large or smaller. Also, critical bludgeoning hits give all attacks against their target advantage until you start your next turn. Now you can fling someone 20′ away, and while that technically doesn’t let you throw them in the air I’d allow it. Honestly, if someone’s moving that far away their feet have got to be leaving the ground at some point.

Ranger 8: Going back to Ranger for good now gets another ASI right away, and Gunner is a weird feat to pick, but hear me out. It’s basically the crossbow expert feat, but it trades that bonus action attack for a +1 to Dexterity, which is way more useful since you don’t use a hand crossbow. You also get proficiency with and can ignore loading on firearms, but most D&D games don’t have those anyway, so it’s fine to be a bit out of character. The real good reason we’re here is to ignore disadvantage on your ranged attacks if people are near you. Archery and brawling don’t normally go together, now they do. You also get Land’s Stride so you can move through difficult terrain easier and have advantage on saves against magical terrain. You leave a lot of corpses around in Shimousa, but this’ll help you keep your footing in that demiplane of skulls you do your boss fight in.

Ranger 9: Ninth level rangers get third level spells, like your Primal Awareness spell Speak with Plants. That might sound totally out of character, but it turns out there’s a legit reason for it: Hey look over there, it’s Flame Arrows! Finally, you can dip 12 arrows into fiery goodness, and each one deals an extra 1d6 fire damage on a hit. You’ve got up to an hour to use all of them, but it also takes concentration so don’t get too attached.

Ranger 10: Tenth level rangers are Tireless, letting you heal yourself with temporary HP as an action Proficiency times per day, and you heal exhaustion on short rests. Some people call that inhuman, I call it efficient. Gilgamesh wishes he had what you do. You can also use Nature’s Veil to turn invisible for a round as a bonus action Proficiency times per long rest. Think of it like a smoke bomb. Or a wildfire bomb. Just set things on fire, hide in the fire, done.

Ranger 11: At eleventh level, hunters can let out a Volley of ranged attacks, letting you attack every creature within a 10′ radius of a point you can see. Technically, this means you can pump out up to 50 attacks per round thanks to Action Surge, assuming a lot of creatures are dumb enough to clump up next to each other. 51, sorry, Horde breaker’s still there. To make getting into position easier you also learn the UA spell Flame Stride, negating opportunity attacks, bumping your speed up by 20 feet, and dealing fire damage to nearby creatures when you run by them. It also explicitly sets items on fire, so now we know how you caused so much damage in Shimousa.

Ranger 12: Use this ASI to round up your Strength and Dexterity for stronger punches, tougher punch saves, better arrows, and a higher AC. A banner level for you.

Ranger 13: Your new fourth level spell from Primal Awareness, Locate Creature is way easier to justify than the last one. You just know where the enemy general is located, even in the thick of battle. We’re basically building a Dynasty Warriors character at this point, aren’t we? You also get Freedom of Movement, just in case you need to speed around the battlefield without setting stuff on fire. I know, it’s boring without the fire. You just have to make due for two more levels.

Ranger 14: Your Favored Foe grows again, and you can Vanish as a bonus action, hiding yourself without any way to track you, bar magic.

Ranger 15: Your final spell of the build will turn you into a mighty inferno that can burn down all of Shimousa! Well, not really, but if you Summon Elemental then Vanish away, it’s almost like you turned into a fire elemental, right? You can also Stand Against the Tide, using your reaction to redirect a missed melee attack at another creature. It’s really hard to hit you when you run away, so I suggest fishing for attacks of opportunity for extra damage.

Ranger 16: Use your final ASI to grab the Tough feat for an extra 40 HP. Onis, man. They’re hard to kill.

Pros:

You specialize in dealing with large groups of enemies, with plenty of ways to move through them and attack over large areas at once.

Working with your bow and fists means you’re never in a bad position in a fight. Hah hah, you ambushed the archer, I guess you’re just getting your skulls bashed in instead.

Your range and speed, combined with your punches’ pushing power, means you are great at choosing your fights. For the most part you can determine where and when you fight an enemy, giving you a pretty solid advantage. As long as your DM doesn’t make all the fights take place in a vacant plain somewhere.

Cons:

Your charisma is pretty dismal, so even if you have a plan in mind good luck getting people to follow it.

You’re also pretty unfocused, and I mean that in every sense of the word. You’d be a lot more consistent with damage if you only focused on punching or arrows, and since you’re specialized for bunches of weak enemies single bosses can be tricky.

Most of your magic damage is Fire, which is easy to resist. If you’re up against a demon or devil, you might just have a bad time.

[ka-za-ri]

Obey Me wants to do Too Much and in an attempt to please the fans, it’s failing them instead.

Based on the post @1abbie7​ made regarding the common complaints players seem to have with OM and its choices as a game. I just wanted to put my two (very long) cents in while looking at OM as if it is the gacha game it truly wishes it was.

MAJOR DISCLAIMER: this post is based on my experiences and is not a reflection of the community as a whole. These are observations and personal thoughts and should be taken with a grain of salt. Also, please feel free to discuss or correct me if I have any of the information wrong. For reference, I’ve reached 5-3 in OM!, 9-2 in AL, and 6-17 in AK.

Now that we have that out of the way… ON TO WHAT I WANT TO SAY. Buckle in folks, I’m rambly and I have a lot to say. Obey Me! Has a lot of potential, and it’s a shame that a lot of things Solmare does are not helping it grow in a way that it could.

So this post is MOSTLY going to be comparing Obey Me!’s (OM) gacha and gaming experience with Azur Lane (AL)  and Arknights (AK) since I feel like both those games have a very good f2p model and don’t really have any PvP/Ranking system that affects the main gameplay. I will have other examples from other games that I’ve played before as well.

Ignoring any issues with storytelling and plot holes, since I feel like there are people who are much more qualified to speak upon that than I am, I’m just going to look at the more game and gacha experience.

EVENT SPACING, GAMEPLAY, STAMINA REFRESHES:

OM! As far as I know, is marketed as an Otome game with gacha and … Rhythm??? Game??? Elements? (I’m not quite sure how to even describe the ‘battle’ stages tbh) to break up the story stages. With the battle stages being the main way you can farm for materials to power up your cards, the bottlenecks that are built into the game are surprisingly super frustrating.

OM! Does not have an auto battle option, but it does make up for it by allowing you to sweep the stage once you’ve received 3 stars. This does make resource farming much quicker, but this also means that your stamina will disappear faster than ice in a desert. Coupled with the fact that the battle stages don’t really have much interaction or strategy for a good portion of the beginning of the game, there’s no real replay value in trying for older stages unless they have the resource you want to farm.

I guess I can let this pass since interaction isn’t what’s really marketed, but it IS important to keep your audience logging in and eager to play. At Level 40-ish, my current stamina cap is around 70. WIth the average stamina cost of a regular stage being 5 AP, and the hard stages being 8. This means you’ve got 14 normal stages and less than 10 hard stages in a full bar of stamina. Assuming I log in twice a day to get the bonus AP, that’s really not a lot of stamina to work with and just enough to maybe get through my dailies. 

Having that little stamina makes farming resources exceptionally difficult especially for the high requirements needed once you get about half-way through a devil tree. Add that to dealing with farming event points almost constantly, with your limited stamina pool, you’re pretty much forced to purchase extra stamina to meet the requirements to finish said events to get the rewards. Assuming you spend all of your daily Devil Point reward on Stamina, that’s only 180 stamina a day which makes for a really tight run IF you’re aiming to get everything in an event. 

ADDITIONALLY, this is also the fact that events and new lessons don’t seem to be announced prior to them dropping. Almost every gacha  game I’ve played before will give you a few days notice before an event drops whether it be via Social media or through in-game mail. This is to mainly generate excitement and allows players some time to prepare, whether it be hoarding what stamina refreshes they have or saving premium currency for gachas to hopefully get the chase card/unit that they’re looking for. Not being able to prepare makes it difficult to stay engaged considering you CONSTANTLY have to have resources/stamina to partake in all the events and you can’t plan accordingly.

AK announcing the current event two days prior to it starting in game and on twitter:

AL’s announcement on the 12th, almost a week prior to it starting. Maintenance was on the 17th when the game reset.. (In game notices update regularly and I don’t have a screenshot of what it would look like since maintenance has already passed.)

OM! basically giving people on twitter about 24 hours notice of a new event dropping followed by announcing that the new lessons are available on the day it drops:

I understand that OM! Devs may want to keep the new cards a surprise to players. If stats and skills played a more prominent role in the game, maybe there would be a better way to tease these events to build up hype. As of right now though, it feels like a surprise slap in the face to force players to purchase currency in order to maintain that stamina requirement. IF Solmare is adamant about having back-to-back events, at least provide players with a roadmap or a calendar so they can pick and choose what’s important to them.

Just… Don’t let it become like the FEH calendar…

Please, do not let it become like this.

In my opinion, it feels like OM! Has a bit of an identity crisis. It sorely wants to bank on the money making powers of a gacha game while also clinging to the claim that they’re an otome game revolving around the plot. It’s hard to really promote the plot when it’s locked behind a power requirement that a majority of players will not be able to reach.

With how difficult it is at the end game, players are most likely going to look for transcripts or screenshots of new lessons instead of playing the main storyline in order to save what little they have for the constant limited events. Either give the players time to recoup resources to prepare for your events so they can pull for all your new cards or lower the difficulty cap to give players the story you’re emphasizing so much. 

Tl;dr: back-to-back events will burn out players and not announcing them prior does not allow players to prepare resources, forcing them to drop money on the game. The amount of stamina it takes to complete an event AND level your cards does not make it f2p friendly.

GACHA RATES AND PITY SYSTEM:

Call me spoiled, but I feel like OM! ‘S banner rates are too low. Consider the following image for the current banner pool:

That’s a combined 1% to get your UR and that’s still not going to be guaranteed to get what you want. Consider the following rates from other games:

Azur Lane:

(Ultra Rare was a new rarity that was added with this new banner. Before that the highest rarity you could pull is a Super Rare)

Arknights: 

Fire Emblem Heroes: 

Final Fantasy Brave Exvius: War of the Visions

For a game that’s always introducing new cards, you’d think that OM! Would maybe consider raising those rates so people won’t be so heartbroken when they don’t have enough currency for a 10 pull. (Especially if they have been spending what Devil Points they have on stamina to complete event stages) Yes, a majority of banners have bigger pools and  the chance for a specific 6*/UR/SSR is ultimately lower; but considering in OM!, you have stories and characterization locked behind devilgrams connected to these cards, the rates are pitifully low. At least in the other games listed, the units/cards/operators/ships aren’t tied to stories. 

I will say, the pity system isn’t absolutely abysmal. Keep in mind though, this is based on the assumption that you’ve saved up for 100 pulls. Considering how difficult it is to save that much currency while being f2p 100 pulls per banner is a tall order and impossible without the help of goldie or somethin. The frequency of new cards along with the difficulty obtaining gacha currency creates an extremely predatory model of currency purchase. With no guarantee of when event banners will be rerun, you’re pretty SOL if you make it half way through this pity system and you’re sitting on shards you can’t use. 

Players will get tired of this model mega fast. Especially with these kinds of rates. Assuming that your luck is the worst on earth, you need 2,700 Devil Points to reach the pity breaker. That’s more than two packs worth of Devil Points. So we’re looking at over $160.00 USD to get a guaranteed UR. Seeing as new banners come what feels like every two weeks or so, you’re looking at over $300.00 USD a month JUST for the gacha. If OM! Was purely a gacha game without such a heavy emphasis on the characters and the stories/scenarios they unlock, I might be able to overlook it. However, since the cards themselves unlock cheats for events and outfits and devilgram scenarios, that’s a steep price to pay, so I kinda just have to say… Yikes.

Tl;Dr: For a game that has so much content tied to limited cards and events, gacha rates for OM! Feel too low. Pity system is average as long as you have the currency to complete all 100 pulls. The reason to purchase premium currency is predatory and likely will not be sustainable in the long run. 

MONTHLY PACKS AND PREMIUM CURRENCY

So, we can agree that if you don’t have some cash on hand, it’s not going to be a real fun time to play OM! So, where do you spend your money? Let’s take a look at what they offer in terms of premium currency and how far that will get you. It’s also almost 3AM here and I’m losing my patience and filter, so excuse me if I sound more angry here than in the rest of the post.

So, here’s the basic Devil Point Shop for reference: 

If we equate Devil Points to stamina, you’re looking at about 100 stamina per dollar you spend. But let’s be real, Solmare makes their money off of gacha and them pretty pngs ‘cause y’all want those spicy devilgrams and sweet outfits for your secretary.

To even get a 10 pull, you’re looking at $22.00 USD worth of premium currency. (Why they didn’t make the $19.99 pack a full 10 pull is BEYOND me tbh.) Now most gacha players that I know who are willing to go all in on a specific banner will want to spend a pack, which means they’ll go for the most expensive option as it is the most bang for your buck. That’s an $80.00 pack for approximately 4 10 pulls and some change. Let’s compare that to the price of some Originite Prime from AK: 

It takes approximately 33 OP for one 10 pull in AK. 1 OP = 180 Orundum (currency used for gacha) Keeping this in mind,  if you don’t count the first time purchase bonus, at first glance, it’s overall more expensive to purchase this currency SOLELY for gacha purposes.

Here are the packs offered for AL: 

If you’re using gems to purchase the cubes needed for the gacha, it takes about 600 gems for 1 10 pull. One pack will net you about 8 10 pulls. Out of all the models we’ve looked at, this is honestly the most value for your dollar specifically for gacha purposes.

Take into consideration what the premium currency is used for. As stated above, 1 DP = 10 stamina. 1 OP = 1 Full stamina refresh in AK, so that’s a pretty equivalent exchange rate. (I won’t go into the AL stamina and gacha system since it differs too much from OM! To really make a good comparison.)

But, what else can DP do? A quick glance under the “Items” tab in the shop, you’ll see that it can also purchase Keys to read your devilgram stories (integral to your gaming experience), Demon Vouchers for summoning, Glow Sticks to help you in battle (Integral to gameplay), and consumables for your Surprise Guests to raise intimacy (arguably connected to gameplay). Compare this to what you can purchase with your OP outside of summoning currency in AK: Furniture (cosmetic) and Skins (Cosmetic). That’s it. 

What I’m trying to say here is that Solmare has made DP the currency for so many things that affect the game itself. This subtly pressures the players to purchase DP in order to maintain the same quality of life that they might have experienced at the beginning of their gaming experience when the level ups came fast and when the rewards were plentiful for completing all the beginners quests.

“But wait!” you say. There’s ways to earn DP passively through dailies! You’re right! You’re given 18 DP per day for completing your dailies. That equates to 1 10 pull per 2 weeks if you’re diligent in keeping up with all your quests and log in daily. Comparatively, AK will give you 2,800 orundum per week for completing all your quests and the weekly annihilation runs, so just short of 1 full 10 pull in the game. However, AK gives you the specific currency used exclusively for gacha. This leaves your OP relatively free to be used for stamina refreshes, or you can hoard them for when new skins come out, or you can use a few to supplement your missing orundum for a banner pull.

Without knowing what could be coming up next in terms of events and banners, OM! Makes it very difficult for you to hold onto your DP due to the sheer stamina sink that events can be. Unless you’re really good at optimizing your resources, you’re likely going to be spending DP on things outside of gacha, making it difficult to save those 20 pulls in a month.

Tl:dr: DP is used for too many things that aid in gameplay which leaves less for gacha, forcing players to make a choice between moving forward in harder story stages or unlocking card specific stories.

Alright, but let’s say you don’t have enough for packs, but you still want to support a game. You don’t wanna whale ‘cause you got bills to pay, but maybe you’ve got enough to be a minnow or a very sad and small dolphin. For this, most people turn to those delicious monthly packs. Usually, the monthly packs or subscriptions are really a good bang for your buck. Usually, the bonuses that these packs provide will add up to a value that is much more than your initial investment in them. So, let’s look at what OM!, AK and AL offer, shall we? 

Let’s break down what the VIP gives you since there’s quite a bit and it’s presented in a less condensed format. So, at first glance, I have to ask… “VIP login bonus?” What does that even mean? When you look at the details the description is as follows:

I’m sorry, what? This vagueness will not help sell this pack to me. Most monthly packs will give you premium currency right away that is equivalent to the amount that you paid. You can see that both AK and AL list this and also let you know exactly what else you get for the next 30 days. There’s no vagueness in what these packs provide. 

Next thing to look at:

I’m sorry. What? I don’t understand why a max AP increase is the choice for a VIP perk here. This is banking on the fact that you’re going to be playing at max efficiency and will be under max stamina in order to take advantage of the refill timer giving you the extra AP. Why OM! Doesn’t just give you the stamina in your mail is beyond my comprehension. This is just saying “yeah, you could have more stamina if you’re playing this game and making sure you’re below your cap. I … no. Just why.

NEXT PERK: 

No. This is useless for higher level players. Perks should benefit all players, not just your new players that you’ve tricked into spending money ‘cause this pack is only $9.99 a month. I’m so angry at this I don’t want to look at this anymore. NEXT.

This is a fine perk. Paying for easier passive resources is fine. I don’t have anything to say.. Next.

Oh thank fuck. An actual good perk. Passively getting the harder to get resources which cuts down on your already limited farming? Hell yeah.  Also fine in my book. NEXT. 

“Spend money to spend more money! Because we know this monthly deal ain’t shit!” is all I’m getting out of this.

Finally, I need to talk about this: 

So… you’re telling me that for $10.00, I’m going to get $6.00 worth of DP and I won’t get the full value unless I STAY subscribed? If I cancel and then resubscribe, will that go back to 60 DP when I subscribe later? Why would you do this other than to give your players less than what they deserve? These packs are supposed to be designed to give you the value of your purchase and some extras as incentive to keep playing and coming back to pay. This just… as a first impression leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

Also, let’s talk about the fact that you’re BILLED MONTHLY? Listen, I get that they’re trying to be ‘convenient’ so you can set this up and forget about it and reap the benefits, right? It’s about the same cost as a Netflix subscription, no big deal. But listen, that means they’re also banking on you to forget you even have this subscription if you’re a casual player and you’re going to continue to give them money Stop that Solmare. Bad.

I’m too tired to look at sales. Just as a quick glance. the discounts and deal are meh at best.

Tl:dr: Monthly pack is underwhelming and likely not worth it. Automatically being billed monthly is the worst thing I’ve seen all week and this was written in 2020. 

SOME SUGGESTIONS? IT’S NOT ALL BAD, I PROMISE.

So, how can Solmare improve? OM! Is honestly one of the most stylish otome games I’ve seen and has a lot of potential to continue growing its player base if the devs directed their energies in the right direction. Right now, OM! Suffers due to the fact that it’s trying to do too much in too little time. For a game that’s less than a year old, it’s pushed out enough content in the last three months to last six. Dialing back the gacha and collecting elements to focus on the story and a slower pace would really help, if you ask me. 

OM! Really needs to slow its roll. Events are losing their impact from being rolled out at such a quick pace on top of current pop quizzes, new lessons and banners. Every week I feel like I’m watching the more hardcore players yell at having too much to do when everything is layered on top of one another. This is not inherently a bad thing. Having a lot to do keeps the player base engaged and excited for your game.

The problem arises when you’re not giving your players any time to recover from events and just throw things at them all the time. Finding a good balance between events and downtime is difficult and it likely won’t happen overnight, but it would be nice to see them maybe give a week or two to really let the impact of events sink in and let players really find time to nurture or use the new cards/rewards they just got.

First step in the right direction would be giving more notice prior to events and lessons. Just something more than 24 hours before, or the day of. Not providing a notice makes it feel like these things are being rushed. 

If Solmare is adamant about keeping the pace it’s set up, then give us a roadmap or event calendar of when new lessons or pop quizzes are coming. They can keep the details of the lessons and quizzes limited until closer to the actual dates, but at least this will let players prioritize where they want to put their resources.

Gacha rates for URs being raised to 2% would likely make a reasonable difference. When so much story and cosmetic content is tied to a UR or SSR cards along with their frequency, it serves to likely benefit them to make it more accessible to players. Locking so much behind luck and a paywall makes it more obvious that they only care about the money that they can get from the diehard collectors in the game.

Make skins obtainable by DP. Stop locking them behind event cards. Allow players to have easier access to cosmetic features. It’s a less predatory model than what they’ve got right now. Granted, Lonely Devil has sort of helped this issue considering they’ve grouped event reruns all in one place to play at your leisure, and if I remember some of the event cards have skins tied to them. Still, just… idk sell the skin on its own. It makes more sense than to pray that you roll that UR with the one 10 pull you have. 

Make resources easier to obtain passively. I’m sure I sound like a broken record, but limited resources make this game difficult to enjoy. You’re barely through doing one thing to level up a card and you’re met with a giant wall of requirements for the next step. AL has commissions and the dorm, AK has the base. OM! Has Jobs, which gets you grimm and some items if you’re lucky, but it definitely needs expansion considering the power checkpoints late game.

Hell, just making some of those DP purchasable items actually farmable might help.

Get a publisher to work with you. I know Solmare has been around the block and this isn’t the first otome game they’ve made, but I definitely think working with a publisher who’s familiar with the ins and outs of a proper gacha helping them will benefit them. Having a publisher will help ensure that there’s adequate funding for the game to be as good as it can be. Not only that, you’re looking at a better social media presence which the player base can interact with and get more attached to.

 Literally, having a publisher could solve so many pacing and announcement issues since they would be in charge of when events come out and likely has a better eye on how players react. This way, Solmare can concentrate on making the content as quality as they can and not inundate people with a new lesson or event as soon as it’s done.

Tl:dr: Solmare, please get a proper publisher so they can help with quality control and balancing your game. Please. I’m begging you. You have so much going for you please don’t let this game die before it turns a year old.

Ok. it’s 4 AM and I spent most of the day writing this post. If you’ve made it this far, congrats and I’m sorry for being so rambly. I’m so sorry if none of this made any sense in the end.  I’m sure there are points that I’ve missed out on like stage replayability and a more engaging battle mode, and the lack of any sort of meta which makes the lower rarity cards you pull feel completely useless…  but uh… I can’t think anymore and I haven’t had time to farm in my horny ship girl game. Feel free to let me know your thoughts or discuss! 

Thanks for your time and I hope y’all have a good day. Happy romancing some demon boys!

[headoverjojo]

Can I request some hcs of Bruno’s gang doing the dirty with s/o but the other members interrupt them? Like abbacchio yelling at giorno, Sex Pistols making side comments or like Bruno barging in on mista and is like you better be using protection cuz I’m too young to be having grand babies 😂😂

Ehi there! Poor boys, let them have some quality time 😂

Bruno’s gang having spicy time with their s/o but they’re interrupted

(Usual disclaimer, these headcanons are set A LOT after VA events, so they’re all adult, 21+, so no NSFW on minors, yeah? Yeah

And under the cut for NSFW and lenght!)

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno, now that he’s the Capo, is a really busy man, so, unfortunately, he often fall asleep the right instant his head touches the pillow. His s/o, however, isn’t offended: they see how much he works himself out to be worth of his grade and to protect his comrades. This just means that they both would enjoy a lot when they can have some private moments.

When they finally can be together, he’s going to savour it as much as he can, with long foreplay, a lot of kisses, touches and body worship. He wants to lavish all their body with his kisses and love, before going to the main act, building, slowly but steady, in both of them a flaming need and desire.

But, when they finally are about to enjoy the main event, something breaks the atmosphere. Loud and angry voices come from the kitchen, Narancia and Fugo’s without doubt. Bruno heavily sighs, pressing his forehead on their shoulder, while they chuckle and sweetly kiss his temple. “Go to them, Bruno, before they kill each other.” they gently whisper, making him smile a little. He gets up, with a huff, promising them that he would be back in a moment, while re-dressing, before going to the kitchen and scolding the two, sending them to their beds.

Leone Abbacchio

Leone, being Bruno’s right arm, is often busy and even out of the city, so he’s not home as much as he’d like. When he’s at home, however, he tries to make up for his absence, showering his lover in sincere affection, never letting them feel alone. They’re alone more than enough.

Because of this, he tries to make every time they make love meaningful and unforgettable. He knows which buttons he has to press to make them squirm and gasp, all while he kisses them with passion and love. By the time they reach the main event, he made them already come at least once. He’s serious when he says he wants to make up for his absence.

When he finally can bask in their insides’ warmth, an annoying ring freezes him on spot for a couple of seconds. He tries to ignore it, but it’s pounding on his head like a hammer and, in the end, he has to get up, apologizing to his s/o, to go to answer. He just sighs heavily for all the call’s time, before hanging up and going back to his s/o, kissing their forehead, since he has to go again for an emergency. They watch him with understanding eyes, lovingly kissing him and telling him that they’ll wait for him, with a wink that, at least, makes him smile.

Guido Mista

As one of the most experienced member of the gang, he’s often sent in missions. Every time a target has to be put down, he’s here, ready, with his gun and his Sex Pistols: a rapid and clean work. When he gets back he loves when his s/o hugs him, giving him the welcome home and a good, big kiss. The more he has to stay away -and usually never more than three days (or five, but never four)-, the more his s/o’s welcome would be passionate and intense. Not that he complains about that!

He gladly lets himself be dragged on bedroom, while kissing and caressing every part of his s/o he can reach. When they’re finally undressed, he teases them, making them squirm and whine about how mean he is with them, after being far for so long. He just chuckles, building up the fire in their veins ‘till he sees they’re on the verge of exploding. Just then he gives in, finally reaching what both wanted.

When he lets himself slips, like when he feels a great pleasure, Sex Pistols come out. They’re not new to this, but they’re new to their active whining and loud complains, since they usually sleep with their bellies full of delicious salame. Mista tries to ignore them and their louder and louder complains, ‘till both he and his s/o have enough of it and pause their session to feed them, with an exasperated smile, like tired but proud parents.

Narancia Ghirga

Sometimes Narancia is still incredulous to have a s/o on his side, someone who loves him more than a friend and definitely not as a brother. He’s a bit inexperienced about love affairs, but he does his best to stay with them as much as he can, between a mission and Fugo’s tutoring sessions.

He’s also really excited to have real spicy times with them, especially now that he has learned to control his enthusiasm and to slow down, in order to make both -especially his s/o- enjoy the moment. He kisses them with enthusiasm, giggling with them and working them up to be ready for him, the way he learned they like the most.

When they finally are basking in each other’s warmth it’s difficult for both of them to contain their moans and, if they’re at the HQ, the probabilities to wake someone up are high. Indeed, after just few minutes of bliss, a loud bang on the door stops them, followed by Abbacchio’s angry voice that threatens them to shut the hell up or he would personally kick their asses out, before stomping away. They share a surprised and amused look, before low laughing with mirth, trying then to go on without being so loud.

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo is a busy man, now that Bruno is the Capo. He always was the strategist of the group and, now that they hold a high position, is necessary to think about every single move they make, so he’s often in meetings both with Bruno and Don Giorno, who evaluates a lot his opinion, and, when he’s not, he’s mostly tutoring Narancia. So, when he comes to bed, he’s often so tired to the bones that he almost passes out on the pillow, more than simply sleeping.

He, however, doesn’t like to make his s/o feel unwanted or put aside, even more ‘cause he wants them, so he does his best to cut some time just for them, when he can make up for all the time he was absent. He loves to tease them with languid and deep kisses that make them whining and squirming in need, under his body, and feather-like touches that send shivers on their skin and make them arching in desire.

After a while after he has finally given in and gone to the main event, a loud noise interrupt them. Listening more intently, they both recognize Narancia’s rap music, alongside his own voice singing the lyrics. S/o can immediately notice that Fugo is fuming and has every intention to go to Narancia’s room and at least throw the stereo out of the window, but they manage to calm him down, hugging him and softly caressing his hair. Their touches has a magic effect and, even if it’s still afternoon, they manage to make him take a nap on their chest, saving both Narancia from Fugo’s rage and all the others from an epic headache.

Giorno Giovanna

Don Giovanna is a busy man. Now that he rules over the most powerful gang of all Italy, he has a lot of responsibilities to face and a lot of issues requires his attention and even his presence. He, however, tries with all his will to stay with his s/o at least a bit every day, when he’s not out of Naples: they’re his most precious treasure, his life’s light; he can lose everything, but he can’t lose them.

This leads to very affectionate and passionate times in bedroom for the two of them. He’s gentle yet firm, kissing them and interweaving his fingers with theirs, when they’re not roaming on their body, squeezing and doing greatly their job, making them aroused in a matter of minutes.

He’s groaning, while his s/o lightly pulls his golden and loosen hair, when the clear sound of a zip breaks their hushed and raspy noises, making them freeze in place and shut up. Giorno instinctively covers his s/o’s body, to protect them, while Gold Experience comes out. A heavy sigh comes from the zipper, followed by Bruno’s embarassed voice: he’s sorry to interrupt but there’s a really serious emergency that requires the Don’s attention immediately. Giorno just sighs, while his lover lightly chuckles, giving him a kiss and telling him not to worry and go.

[queenmylovely]

Just My Luck; Part 8

Summary: John deacon x fem!reader. This is John’s first day in Tournai with Reader. Fluff and spicy times happen.

Warnings: smut in the middle (18+), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cussing (I’ll be indicating smut with *** both before and after) 

Word Count: 5k

A/N: I honestly can’t believe I’m already posting part 8! It’s so exciting! I really like this chapter, there’s a lot of fluffy stuff to it. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated and like/reblog if you enjoyed it! (Here’s a pic of him being a Grade-A cutie)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 (Epilogue), Masterlist

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You were waiting at the gate John had told you, standing in plain view with a sign that just said, “Johnny.” You figured it would be cute to replicate how he had greeted you but didn’t want anyone recognizing his name as part of Queen, so you stuck to his nickname.

You had gotten there early and ended up standing and waiting for about an hour before you saw the plane pull up to the gate. You knew that John would be sitting towards the front of the plane (as an up-and-coming rockstar he got to fly first class), which meant he would be one of the first ones off the plane.

John knew you knew this but wanted to surprise you anyway. He managed to sneak in the middle of a big group of large men, seemingly shady business men, who had been in first class with him, and got past you in the gate.

All of the sudden, you felt hands on your waist and a head next to yours and you jumped, slightly yelling, “Holy shit! Johnny, you scared me so bad!” as you turned around to face him.

He kept his hands on your waist as he started laughing, both at your reaction and the reaction of those around you at your outburst, “You’ve got quite the mouth, love, people are staring.”

You just rolled your eyes and lifted your arms to his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. He hummed contentedly in your hair as you told him, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, y/n,” he replied, gently releasing you. But it seemed he couldn’t help himself as he immediately grabbed you again and kissed you. It was a little more chaste than any of your previous ones, but that didn’t stop it from lighting your body on fire. His soft lips and hands would always have a tremendous effect on you.

After he pulled away, you cleared your throat and announced, “The exit’s this way, unless we need to get anything else?”

“Nope, all set,” he replied cheerily. You led him out of the airport and to the train you had now taken three times. On the way, you pointed out all the little landmarks you knew and he listened intently. The train was quite crowded that day and the two of you had to stand next to the door. He held onto the pole with both hands, essentially enveloping you so all you had to do was lean your back against his chest, freeing up both hands to point things out. It was a little difficult to stay on point when the warmth of  his chest kept distracting you.

All too soon, your stop came up and you had to disentangle yourselves from each other. John kept one hand in yours, though, as you walked. It was a short walk from the stop to your apartment, and one that you spent making sure everything was going according to plan.

“Okay, so you’re here until the 14th, and you fly out that afternoon?”

“As long as you can put up with me for that long,” John joked.

“Here’s hoping,” you teased back, earning a big smile. “So, Eileen, my roommate, will be here for most of the week, but her training is in a different city, so some nights she’ll be staying with a friend out there.”

“Okay,” he replied.

“And my training is every week day from 10:00-12:00 and 1:00-3:00. So, we can have breakfast and get lunch on those days if you want, and I’ll be free all afternoon and evening. You sure that you’ll be okay while I’m gone?” you asked worriedly.

“Yes, I’ll be absolutely fine, y/n. You were fine when I went to the studio and left you alone, don’t worry so much,” he chuckled.

“You’re one to talk,” you reminded him good-naturedly of his near-panic when he didn’t know where you were, causing him to look away sheepishly. You squeezed his hand to coax him to look at you and lifted the back of your free hand to brush against the red of his cheek. “I did tell you how adorable I found that, didn’t I?” you questioned.

“Not in so many words. You may have kissed me on the cheek though, I don’t quite remember,” he replied with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Oh, then I’ll have to refresh your memory,” you quipped back, going on your tiptoes to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. With that, you realized that you had reached the apartment and announced such to him.

Unlocking the front door to the street and then leading him to the elevator, you pressed your floor number and leaned against the side panel, watching him as the elevator started going up. He was looking at the numbers changing and you enjoyed just taking in his peaceful face. As the elevator beeped to signal your floor and the doors started opening, he looked at you, catching you staring. You didn’t look away, though, and the two of you just gazed into each others eyes until the elevator doors started closing again and John had to throw his arm out to keep them open. You giggled at the happenstance, but didn’t miss the way John’s eyes had slowly darkened as your eyes stayed focused on each other. Recognizing that in him, you felt a mixture of heat and desire in your body that didn’t completely go away as you headed to your apartment.

Reaching the door, you lifted your keys and unlocked it, pushing it open and walking in. You gestured grandly with your arm and said, “Here is my humble abode!”

John peered around and smiled at you, seemingly charmed with the small apartment and the way Eileen and you had decorated it. Although it was pretty minimal, the two of you had done what you could to make it feel like home.

You decided to give him a little tour, taking him through to the kitchen, pointing out Eileen’s bedroom, the bathroom, showing him your bedroom, and ending back where you started in the living room.

As you finished, he placed his bag next to the couch and asked, “So, I’ll be staying on the couch again…?”

You shifted a little next to him, feeling a little bit embarrassed to say what you had to say next. “Umm, actually, I was thinking that you could just share my bed; I mean, we managed to share yours pretty comfortably for one night, and our couch is even smaller than yours, and then Eileen wouldn’t have to worry about waking you up or anything in the morning--”

“That sounds perfect, y/n,” John said, looking into your eyes with that same darkening look as in the elevator and you felt heat rising to your cheeks as you gulped and looked him in the eyes. The two of you starting slowly moving closer and your faces were inches apart when you heard the key in the lock and stopped. Realizing Eileen was about to walk in, you practically jumped away from John. Then you realized you would have to introduce them so you grabbed his hand and pulled him across the living room closer to the door just as Eileen was closing it behind her. Luckily, she hadn’t seen your crazed movements so only John was giving you a mix of a confused and amused look.

As she turned around, you smiled and dropped John’s hand so you could walk forward and give her a quick kiss on the cheek, “Eileen! I’m glad you’re back, there’s someone I want you to meet.” You motioned for John to step forward and then said, “Eileen, this is my pen pal turned real-life friend, John, and John, this is my roommate, Eileen.”

They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.

“I like your band’s music,” Eileen told John, smiling genuinely.

“Oh, thank you, I’m glad,” John said, finding her calm way of expressing it refreshing to the way he was used to fans reacting.

Eileen switched to French so she could speak more easily and let you you know that she had dinner with a friend that night so she had to get ready and leave. After expressing again that it was nice to meet John, she headed to her room and you explained what she had said.

“So, that means it will be just the two of us for dinner,” you finished your explanation.

“That works for me,” John replied.

“Let’s get you set up in my room,” you told him, prompting him to pick his bag up again and follow you back to your room. You had cleared off a bench at the end of your bed so he could use it as a suitcase stand and that’s where he put his things.

“Is there a plan for dinner?” he inquired, “Just so I know what to wear.”

You laughed and said, “There’s a little restaurant in a square not five minutes from here that’s one of my favorites. What you’re wearing will be absolutely fine, Johnny.”

“Good, cause I have just about exactly the number of clothes for the days I’m here packed and didn’t want to have to wear something twice,” he admitted, causing the both of you to laugh again.

You sat on your bed to rest for a second, it was still about an hour before you would leave for dinner, and patted the spot next to you for John to sit down. He did, sitting so your thighs were pressed again each other. Leaning back, he put one arm on the bed behind your back to support his weight, causing his body to shift towards you.

To fill the silence, you asked him about the boys and he told you of his departure and Roger’s antics, leaving out the part about him being in love with you. When he was done, he asked you about teaching but soon his focus began to drift from listening to your answer. Being this close to you was intoxicating. He could smell what he assumed was your perfume, maybe your shampoo that smelled like vanilla and spice. Feeling your breath hitting his face and neck whenever you turned to face him more. The heat from your thigh against his was almost overwhelming and slowly, he began to drift towards you, remembering the moments you had shared earlier in the day that seemed to be precursors to this one.

Meanwhile, you had been speaking rather passionately about teaching. You loved your students especially this time around. And you were glad to find out that most of them would be continuing into your class in a week. Although training would keep you from John, you were excited to learn new techniques and develop new skills. You hadn’t noticed his closeness or that his attention had shifted from the words you were saying to the lips that were forming them. That is, until you turned to gage his reaction to what you said and felt your nose brush against his. The chuckle that was rising in your throat at the action quickly died when you saw the way he was looking at you. He was staring at you, pupils blown, flickering between your lips and eyes. Noticing the look on his face made your tongue dart out to wet your bottom lip. In reaction, John made a sound of distress and his brows furrowed slightly.

That was all it took for you to close the barely there distance between you. It felt like someone had lit a fuse in you when you first saw each other that day and this kiss was finally the explosion.

***

The two of you kissed each other so fiercely it got a little messy with teeth scraping and wet marks on chins and cheeks. John reached for your shirt, pulling it off and tossing it on the floor then immediately doing the same with his own. As he did, you removed your bra, pants, and underwear.

You undid his belt as soon as his arms were out of the way, and deciding that this time you wanted a taste, pushed him to laying down and quickly pulled off his jeans. Once he was only in his boxer-briefs, you began to take your time. Making your way from his neck to his abdomen, you kissed, sucked, and licked your way down. You made a pit-stop to lick the dips of his collarbones and then sucked hickies along his sternum. He huffed and sighed, trying to get you to move along, but he couldn’t stop the way his body rose up into your touch. Granting him just the littlest bit of mercy, you kissed down the center of his stomach a little quicker, coming upon the waistband to his underwear and snapping it against him with your teeth. You the took the elastic in your hands and pulled them all the way off, his completely hard dick slapping against his stomach when you did.

You could tell that John just wanted you to get on with it, but the sight of the perfect skin of his hips was too good to pass up. Straddling only his left leg, you leaned down to leave a prominent love bite right on the swell of his iliac crest. Kissing your way to the other side, you shifted your hips so your legs were in between his and stopped there. John thought you were finally about to touch him, but your lips stopped right at the base of his cock and he groaned, making you look up at him.

When you made eye contact he let out the smallest, “Please,” that made heat rush straight to the apex of your thighs. Deciding that enough was enough, you moved only to kiss the other side of his hip before grabbing his dick and beginning to stroke him. He began breathing heavier, letting out little sighs as you jerked him. Throwing back his head from the pleasure of finally being touched, he couldn’t see it when you moved your head next to his cock and was unprepared when you took the tip into your mouth. His head shot forward, eyes wide open and though so far, he had been holding back from trying to guide you or urge you on any faster, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or change your mind about your actions, this time he could not help himself as he placed his hands in your hair and pushed you further down.

Though you definitely liked teasing him and having control over his pleasure, you had to admit that him taking charge brought a whole new wave of arousal on. Hollowing your cheeks and sucking down his shaft, you bobbed up and down with the speed that he was setting for you with his hands.

Deciding he needed a little more, you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock as you sucked, causing his hips to buck up into your mouth.

“Fuck, y/n, just like that--oh,” John moaned as you continued the motion over and over on him.

You could tell he was getting close as his hands tightened in your hair and his hips began almost fucking your mouth. You had just reached your hand to scratch down his stomach when he pulled you off quickly, leaving you to look at him with your mouth wide open.

“Okay, okay, just need- I just still want to um, you know…” John trailed off, still gaining his breath and not wanting to sound too crass.

“Fuck me, John,” you said calmly even as your breathing was evening out.

“Wh-what?”

“Fuck. Me. I need you, right now,” you repeated, climbing on top of him fully, starting to grind your folds on top of his dick, causing the both of you to shudder.

He looked at you with his eyes wide and blown with lust and nodded frantically. You stopped moving and let him guide himself into you. He slid in easily because of how slick sucking his dick had made both him and you.

“Oh, you’re so wet,” John mumbled as he stilled about halfway, letting you adjust. You didn’t need the time and just wanted him completely in you, so you dropped down the rest of the way so he bottomed out inside of you, causing both of you to groan at the feeling.

You started moving on top of him, bouncing and grinding to find the rhythm that made you gasp with every move. When you found that rhythm, he joined you, pushing up into you not slowly, but carefully and with purpose, making each thrust count. It wasn’t long before he was nearing his orgasm again and you felt yours begin to build.

Wanting you to catch up, he leaned forward to start sucking on your breasts. He was switching between biting and sucking each nipple when he reached his left hand in between you to rub at your clit.

The mixture of his teeth on your nipples and the up-down motion of his finger on your clit caused your walls to start clenching and you panted, “Yes, Johnny, I’m so close, keep doing that, keep doing that!”

He kept up his ministrations which in turn caused you to start moving your hips faster, pushing him nearer his climax. As his hips started stuttering, he reached his free hand up to angle your head to look at him. He was nibbling at your breasts, making a ton of little marks all over them, despite the fact that they were hitting his face with every movement of your hips. The hunger in his eyes and speed of his fingers caused you to moan out and with a final hard bite to a nipple, you were lifted to your climax. You gasped and moaned, still maintaining perfect eye contact with him as he continued thrusting into you and fingering your clit to prolong your orgasm.

He removed his mouth from your breasts and pulled your mouth to his. Kissing him with as much passion as you could muster in your orgasmic-haze, you lifted your hands from his shoulders to tangle in his hair. Feeling so close, he spanked you sharply, causing you to whimper in his mouth and pull on his hair. This is what sent him over the edge, pulling out and cumming over your thighs and stomach as he cried out into your open mouth.

As he came down, you held him close to you, pushing his hair from his face and kissing his cheeks, forehead, and nose. Once he had gained his breath, you rolled off of him, a little exhausted yourself. He got up and poked his head out of your room before making a mad dash to the bathroom next door. You giggled and were glad that you had heard Eileen leave before any of this even happened. He came back in a second with a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned you up before tossing it in your laundry bin.

***

He laid back down next to you, and you cuddled up to him. Your head rested on his chest and one leg slung over his closest one, your arm across his stomach and hand playing with the skin over his ribs on the other side of his body. He had one arm over your shoulder and was running his fingers through your hair.

“Well, we’re certainly going to be much later to dinner than I thought,” you told him, causing the both of you to laugh. You also chided, “And, you definitely interrupted me talking about teaching with this.”

“Sorry, I guess I got a little distracted,” he admitted a little bashfully but still laughing.

“Uh-huh,” you replied, pinching his side lightly. He giggled and grabbed your hand so you couldn’t do it again, continuing to hold it after the threat had passed. The two of you sighed happily in tandem, causing another round of chuckling.

After laying in silence for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other’s company, you patted his chest saying, “Okay, we’d better go if we want to finish a meal before the restaurant closes.”

He whined and tried to pull you back down to him, succeeding as he was stronger than you. Figuring a different approach might work better, you swung one leg over his hips and sat up, straddling him yet again. You ghosted your lips over his and he lifted his head, trying to connect your mouth with his.

Letting him, you kissed him hotly for about five seconds before pulling away and saying against his lips, “Let’s go.” You hopped up off of his lap before he could fully regain his thoughts and were already dressing when his protests started.

“We don’t have to go to dinner tonight. I’m fine, honestly I don’t need to eat.”

“I’m sure,” you said, shaking your head at his words. “Well, I, for one, would like to eat, and I would like to eat at this restaurant,” you replied, shooting him a look. “And, because I’m not a tease like you, I’ll even tell you what we’re going to have: Flemish stew. It’s kind of like beef stew, but it’s a specialty of Belgium, so I thought that you’d like it.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” John said, finally giving in to leaving and starting to dress himself. As you pulled your shirt over your head, he moved to you from behind and wrapped his arms around your now-clothed waist and whispered in your ear, “Although I would say you are absolutely a tease with what you were doing just earlier.”

You felt your neck, ears, and cheeks heat up at his reference to your actions and you were glad your hair was still in your face from your shirt to hide your look of embarrassment. Sparing you from having to think of a comeback, he released you and finished getting dressed. After fixing your hair slightly, both you and John’s, and slipping on your shoes, the two of you headed out.

Just like you said, the restaurant was just about five minutes away, and the two of you made easy conversation, holding hands, on the way there. You walked up to the host station and were greeted with a smile, being one of their regulars by now. They appreciated not only that you came by at least once a week, but also that you spoke near-perfect French. The host led you back to a table that was in the corner of the most crowded part of the restaurant. You liked the mix of removal and opportunities for people-watching that it afforded you.

The two of you sat down and got comfortable before your usual waitress came over to the table.

“Bonjour, y/n!” she said happily and looked over at John expectantly.

“Bonjour, Léa. Il s’appelle John,” you introduced.

“Oh, bonjour, John,” she smiled at him then turned to wink at you. For the majority of the summer, you had been coming in alone, so she was a little surprised to see you with anyone, especially a man. You just smiled back but quickly looked at the menu, conferring with John that red wine would be okay before ordering a bottle for the both of you, along with the Flemish stew.

As dinner went on, the two of you fell completely back into the rhythm you had developed during your first week together. John again asked about your teaching, and this time, actually listened. He was glad to hear you so excited and was happy that you were able to pursue your passion, much like he was.

You were right, as always, about the Flemish stew. Not that John had doubted you, but this was probably even better than the beef stew he had at home. The two of you finished dinner and even got dessert, splitting orders of rice pudding and flemish beignets, feeding each other bites as always. After splitting the bill at John’s insistence, the two of you headed back to your apartment.

As it was a little colder, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, making sure his jacket covered both of you. In turn, you slid your hand along his waist, snuggling up close to retain body heat. Or at least that’s what you told yourself. You were still so conflicted. While cuddling was sure less explicit than what the two of you had gotten up to earlier that day, walking with him like this almost felt more intimate. And that intimacy was dangerous. After the two of you had had sex that afternoon, you had told yourself you would take a page out of Jeanne’s book, trying out the whole “friends with benefits” thing and leaving romantic feelings out of it. But it seemed to be getting harder and harder to do so with each passing moment, as everything he did and said just made your feelings for him grow. If you weren’t extremely careful, you knew you would end up completely in love with a rockstar that lived on another continent, as if you weren’t already.

Of course, you hadn’t talked to John about this. How were you supposed to? He was a certified rockstar, busy with writing and playing hit songs for sold out crowds all around the world. Plus, after the first time you two had slept together, wasn’t he the one about to tell you it wasn’t something that was long-term before you stopped him? You guys enjoyed each other sexually and were great friends. If that was all you would ever be, you just had to accept that.

As your thoughts had been drifting, it seemed as though John had been enjoying the architecture and quietness of the relatively small city. He felt comfortable just being silent with you, and appreciated that the two of you didn’t feel like you had to talk every second.

When you got back to the apartment, Eileen was there and the two of you sat and talked in the living room with her for a while. After she went to bed, you decided that you should as well to be ready for your first day of training.

John and you got ready for bed together, pulling on your pajamas and then brushing your teeth. You started to wash your face and then realized he was done, but was standing and staring at you.

“Don’t you wash your face?” you asked of him, hands gliding over your cheekbones and forehead as you rubbed the soap.

“Umm, no I don’t,” he said, sheepishly. It didn’t really surprise you, considering what you had observed from most boys’ routines, but you thought you could remedy that now.

“Well, you’re free to use my face wash. You should get all of the day’s grime off of your face, especially after being in an airport around all of those people.”

He agreed and reached for the bottle of face soap. As he reached up to his face, his hair got in the way but he couldn’t move it due to his soapy hands. You gathered it, pulling it into a loose ponytail with a hair tie for him and pushing back his bangs. You stepped back next to him as he started lathering the soap onto his face and looked at him in the mirror, immediately bursting out laughing.

“Hey! What are you laughing at?” he cried, careful not to get any soap in his mouth.

“Shh. Eileen’s sleeping. Nothing, I just think you look really cute right now. I think I like the ponytail,” you answered, still trying to muffle your giggles and pulling on his ponytail to punctuate your sentence. When you did so, the smile in his eyes left, replaced by that darkness you now knew and he made a deep sound in the back of his throat, staring into your eyes through the mirror. You gulped in response and let your hand fall back to your side, maintaining eye contact. John’s hands kept moving on his face, though, and in an accidental move he got soap in his eye.

“Ow, ow, ow,” he whined, and you quickly wet a washcloth, bringing it up to wipe away the suds by his eye.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it. There you go, you can open your eyes,” you reassured John.

He blinked his eyes open, still squinting a bit. His left eye was a little red but would be fine in a minute.

“Thanks for getting that,” he told you and you nodded in response, leaving to toss the washcloth in your hamper. That reminded you of what had transpired earlier as well as the look you two had shared in the bathroom. You shivered, but tried to ignore the feeling of desire because you knew you had to get to sleep. Plus, twice in one day with a guy you were trying not to fall in love with was probably not the best idea.

After washing his face off, John joined you in your bedroom. The bed was set up against the wall, and he took that side, knowing that you had to get up early and that the other side was the one you were used to anyway.

For a second, the two of you just laid on your backs, unsure what to do next. At the same moment, the two of you turned to face each other. You both laughed at the synchronicity and then said, “Can I hold you?” and “Can you hold me?” at the same time. Again, you laughed lightly together and then you turned over to face away from John so he could fit his form to yours. You scooted back into him, intertwining your legs with his. He moved your hair so he could kiss your neck sweetly and draped an arm over your waist. Picking up that hand of his, you lifted it to your mouth, kissing his palm before placing it back on you, with your hand over his. After you turned your bedside lamp off, the two of you settled and just when you were sure he was asleep, he mumbled, “Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight Johnny,” you replied, smiling with your eyes closed as you felt him nuzzle further into you. In his arms, you fell asleep in minutes.

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flesh and blood 13

start - part [12]

Sunday was probably the best day he’d had since before the night of the apparent overdose. Seeing as the 900 was a walking recorder, it wasn’t difficult to sync it to the TV so he could see the episodes of the shows he’d missed throughout the week. With the aching sting in his back turning into constant, miserable itching, it took all the willpower he had not to pry off the wrapping and start scratching at the wounds like mad.

The morning drew into evening which faded into night through a blurry haze. The ceaseless lethargy caught up to him and he spent most of his time watching TV and sleeping, pretending there was nothing else worthwhile in the world around him. Come 6PM – his now-designated dinnertime – the android gripped him by the shoulder and moved him until he stirred. Being pulled out from his snoring slumber, Gavin let out a strange noise that stuck in his throat when he sucked in a breath, awake and aware a bit too suddenly for his body to catch up with. As soon as he recognized the RK900, his eyes were wide and he jolted back, recoiling into the couch before growing still, mentally readjusting.

“It’s time to eat,” it informed him. Smelling the scent of hot and spicy basted Asian food, he stirred from his position of being sunk into the couch cushions. Sitting up, he stood up and stretched with a long yawn before pattering over to the kitchen in the more comfortable getup of sweatpants and socks alone. When he leaned forward over the island cabinet he had in the center of his kitchen to grab his meal, he felt the contact of the other body against his, with the back of his legs and rear against its hips and soon enough, the front of its chassis was pressed against his back with long, powerful arms wrapping around him. Per usual, he stiffened in place, freezing with apprehension as he was never sure what the thing would do next, always wary.

“Carry on with your meal. Don’t mind me,” it coyly assured him, pressing lukewarm lips against his neck – right next to the bandaged wound. How, exactly, it expected him to pretend as though it wasn’t looming over him with its arms trailing around his waist was beyond him, arms growing wobbly with unease while he tried to open the container of food and struggled to thumb off the lid while his mind raced for the proper thoughts and motions. Eventually, he stabbed his fork into the strips of pulled pork and Thai veggies to shove down his throat.

The difference this time was the 900 slipping its hands under his waistband instead of beneath his shirt, one dipping into a side of the v-line curve of his groin while the other made swift work of the tied knot of string that held up his pants. Lost between two places as he felt fear combined with anticipating pleasure, it didn't take much to get a response from him as his legs bent once a hand grazed in front of his loosened sweats, almost jolting with the fight against himself not to downright pull away.

"What, they give you a sex drive too?" He sounded unimpressed, shifting his weight in the attempt not to buckle. Considering he hadn't had sex in a long enough time to forget, it made him easily oversensitive to every touch, a fact he couldn't even try to deny by the way he shifted his hips forward and his breath hitched in his throat.

"Yes," it responded blatantly enough to remind him he shouldn't be surprised, yet as a new angle he hadn't adjusted to, it cued him to scoff in disbelief.

"I must strain not to make a hardware reference with this one. I think you'll understand soon enough." There was no subtlety when he felt the bump against his rear, one he knew all too well from his own personal experience. Usually he took place in the back, however, feeling the overwhelming vulnerability all over again as the squeeze to his dick forced an unsteady sigh from him. Giving up halfway through his meal, he set it down once his stomach didn't feel so ravenous anymore.

"Fuck's sake. What are you, an Eden doll? You don't need any of that."

“Watch your language," it quipped with a quick spank across his ass, creating enough distance between them to make sure he felt the graze of its hand over the fabric of his boxers in one swift, hard motion that made him jump in place.

"The thing with humans is they like to have fun. I suppose I was no exception."

"What are you, a teenager?" The thought that there weren’t any teenage androids manufactured yet only occurred to him then, and he could only imagine why the idea might not pick up.

"I hope not. That's more legal obligations than either of us want." Before Gavin could mouth back, the firm squeeze followed by a few strokes had him all but melting in the android's arms, leaning back and feeling the burning ache throbbing in the wound on his shoulderblades from the pressure of pressing against it, tired of fighting the constant pain of the wounds.

"I didn't expect this to be so easy," it cooed, kissing under Gavin's ear, tracing lips and tongue along his jaw and down his neck before suckling a warm hickey between aorta and collarbone.

"H-hey, watch it," he demanded, but in a softer tone from obedience and distraction combined.

"I can't be going around work with that."

"Oh, it'll hide under your shirt collar. You think I would leave you susceptible to trouble when you've been doing so well?" The heat on his cheeks felt like fire; somehow, that was worse, the way this thing could keep everything it’d done to him under wraps and secret, leaving everyone to assume that their relationship was agitating, but platonic and relatively safe. For a moment, he felt like the walls were crumbling around him, but the tension between his legs kept him from focusing on it too much.

"You seem to enjoy this," it mused, another long, firm stroke causing Gavin’s knees to buckle with a gasp. There was no way he could admit to it, but he was grateful he felt like he didn't really need to speak by the way he was keening under its touch, heavy breaths soon turning into reluctant grunts and low groans. By the time he'd cum, the android sunk its sharper teeth into his neck with a predatory growl, a satisfied sigh escaping both of them as Gavin's body soon grew limp after the release. Taking advantage, the 900 shifted to pick him up in its arms and take him to bed, letting him fumble to grab his food in the process before he was lifted and carried bridal style toward his room.

"That could become a routine, if you like. Orgasms help with a variety of things, from pain to sleep, and I see you could utilize the ease of tension." Completely ignoring the words as well as the warmth radiating from his body from discomfort, Gavin shoved the last of dinner into his mouth, wincing in pain once he was rolled into bed with more care than he'd expected.

For a few moments, he stared up at the android and its faux gaze of consolation; not an expression he hadn’t seen before but probably one he could expect to see again, more times than he cared to count.

"Could've washed your hands," he murmured, finding himself more tired than usual from the drop of energy, turning on his side to adjust more comfortably into the bed.

"Don't act like you actually mind."

-

As usual, Gavin had woken up multiple times throughout the night, with the android taking up the space next to him whether he wanted it to or not. Every time, it pulled him close, dipping its hand into the front of his underwear and making quick work of his sexual tension; he knew what it wanted by the way it pressed its own erection against his toned ass and pulled his hips back against its own, forced to experience the way it intentionally invaded his sense of physical space until he was fully naked and it was down to the dress pants it'd worn to and from work; the only outfit it had and seemed to need. Eventually he turned to face it, being the first to lock their lips the next time as he brought his hands to run through its hair while they kissed, closing his eyes with the tilt of his head that ensured their noses didn't bump while they tangled tongues and twisted legs together. Increasing the friction until he'd climaxed again and again,  the humility slowly drained from him if he didn't think about the ring of light on its head or the stiffness in its grip, losing himself in a sleepy haze and imagining the interaction being much more organic than the cold plastic beast wrapping its body around his.

Times like these, he fully appreciated that it was a secret, as his reputation would never survive the blow if anyone knew about interactions like this. Dozing off again in its arms after each round became easier and more comfortable, feeling safe and protected in its embrace despite the abuse, the knowledge it could snap his neck in a split second; then again, that might be why he felt safe, an ironic contradiction that he'd always questioned. It seemed similar to how he felt with his father as a child. One moment, they were yelling and he was smacked to the ground, but the next they'd talk over dinner and a beer like nothing had happened. Maybe that was why he was adjusting - or maybe he’d just become masochistic in favor of what he feared.

-

"Good morning," it offered him with a kiss to his cheek, and it disgusted him how the android treated him like a lover or an enemy depending on its apparent mood now that it had them.

"Fuck off," he murmured without thinking, only to feel a hand clenching underneath his jaw, abrupt and immediately familiar. Shit. With his head forced to turn so he was looking at the dreaded face he loathed to see, his eyes flit open as he felt more awake than any espresso mix could ever compare.

"Oh, Gavin..." Its voice held a convincing tone of disappointment.

"I thought we'd gotten past that bad habit."

"S'rry," he uttered through forcefully clenched teeth, tilting his chin up in acceptance of the touch, prompting it to loosen its grip enough to let him speak clearly.

"I wasn't thinking." That was a blatant lie, as he wanted nothing more than to repeat his actions from the night he barely remembered, envisioning blue blood spilling in sparkling streams from the machine's eyes in his mind. Every intricate, calculated behavior within the RK900 reminded him why he absolutely abhorred the artificial constructs.

Despite his halfhearted apology, it could sense his anger, casting a dismayed glare down its nose as it shifted its hand to put an index finger to his lips in a gesture for him to stay quiet. So he did.

-

"Suck. As if your life depended on it. For all you know, it just might."

Metal against tooth was an uncomfortable collision, and Gavin could taste cold steel and gunpowder. The nozzle slid further into his mouth, propping his jaws open awkwardly as his eyes never left the android's, visibly drained of energy with cold, distant exhaustion. The next command took a moment for him to follow through with as he hesitated before he hollowed his cheeks, wet lips curled around the barrel while he swallowed it down until he felt the end nudge against the back of his throat with most of the gun’s length out of view.

“Keep going.” Gavin flinched as he usually did while the familiar twinge of embarrassment stirred in his gut, darkening his cheeks with anxiety and humiliation once again—he couldn’t remember how many times it had put him in this kind of position by now. Still, he curled his tongue around the bottom of the barrel, sucking in a breath through his nostrils as he swallowed and tried not to grunt or moan while he the weapon was shoved down as far as it would possibly go.

Squeezing the trigger, the 900 waited for the small click to sound as Gavin flinched, squinting his eyes shut in his usual record time with tears streaming down his cheeks, nearly gagging with the noisy sobs that erupted while he tried to prepare for a bullet to fly through the back of his throat. Once he realized nothing had happened, he slowly opened his eyes to look up at 900 – who hadn’t moved, smiling with an unsettling, cocky laugh. He recognized the simulated response as one he’d have pulled in the past, an unspoken mockery of his being. It made him shudder and gag at himself with the combination of fear, agitation and self-hatred all at once. Unfortunately, it erupted an undesired response as it caused him to lurch, turning his head away while he yanked back. Within a second, there was a hand in his hair holding him in place and another deep, haunting chuckkle.

“You knew it wasn’t loaded, didn’t you?” Something between a genuine question and a taunt; that was a tone of voice the android used that Gavin already became familiar with. It didn’t make him feel any less like an incompetent fool being scolded.

“I thought it was,” he murmured, considering he was never sure what this thing was preparing to do to him next, let alone what it had touched or gotten into, behind his back or from places he couldn’t see or be around for.

“Do you think I would kill you?” Something in his mind flashed white as he wasn’t sure how to respond, only that the question roused a feeling as though he was spinning within the thought alone, images of all the deaths he’d seen in his life flashing in front of his mind at rapid speed. Gavin had been in lethal positions plenty of times, in multiple ways, but he’d never had his own life dangled in front of him on a thread like this. It was hard to hear anything through the rushing pulse and rapid breaths shaking his body as his instincts took comfort in the fact he wasn’t so close to death anymore, but his conscious mind fully feared for his life, cuing him to spring to his feet and start crawling over the bed as fast as he could.

For the time being, the RK900 merely watched. It had spent enough time cornering Gavin, but what would happen if it played cat-and-mouse, leaving him to follow where his terror-fueled, impulsive mind might drive him to, only to find himself cold and alone in the usual, repeated cycle?

Something unfamiliar stirred within it, but as it tended to do with any suspicious coding, it was quick to delete and therefor forget and discard whatever piece of unrecognizable data had wormed its way in, one way or another. So came the bearings of being a machine capable of learning, taking any external information it possibly could to store away for later; at times it simply wasn’t practical to split wires over picking apart what should be kept in its processing and what should be left behind when it didn’t understand all the commands in the first place. Such a concept might be worth paying attention to, but by now it could differentiate useful computing versus the occasional stray software getting shuffled into a place it shouldn’t, navigating RAM until all of the carefully placed pieces of information seemed ‘correct’ and ‘in order’ as to how the android’s consciousness supposedly operated. Amanda wasn’t always so easy to negotiate with, but with how much it was capable of, they were both quick to realize they would be unstoppable partners together no matter what the mission was, or what might drive them for success. She ultimately didn’t mind what it did in its leisure time as long as it got its jobs done, and with how well and hard it worked, the percentages of success had been much higher than its prototype.

There was a heavy thump as Gavin tumbled to the ground, tucking and rolling in a movement faster than he could have gone by crawling, before lunging to his feet and darting down the hall in a hustle. The android waited, leaning back in the bed until it was flat on its back, tossing the gun aside to drop onto the floor and closing its eyes in favor of drifting into rest mode. It internally preconstructed the theoretical maps Gavin would be racing along while its power cut itself into a lower portion and the internal screen went blank.

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Two hours. Three. Four. Wherever Gavin went, he must have found it better than being in his own home, but if it waited too long for his return, it could be faulted for his disappearance; it couldn’t have that.

Onto its feet and outside the house, it performed a quick scan that identified Gavin’s footprints, leading the start of a long trail throughout the city as a guide to where he’d gone.

Half an hour, three buses and a taxi later, its night vision clicked on to focus and zoom in for an analysis of Gavin and his sustainability, measuring statistics over the small injuries and rapid-fire brain activity that plagued his physical as well as psychological health. There was nothing in his erratic behavior that was worthwhile to it, leaving the human and his own life to serve barely a small purpose to an ultimate goal.

Once they were through the front door, Gavin was unconscious from exhaustion, carried across town since the minute the android cared to find him. It wondered what his opinion might be when he wakes up this time, and how it might differ from the last, or how exactly the same it might remain after their intensive interactions, as unpredictability was of his nature. Anything else could be fixed. Practice made perfect, after all.

[orange-antics]

Eddsworld miscellaneous hcs

ok there's probably like 100 of these already or something, but I thought I'd add mine anyway, because hey, it's fun and I'll probably change or add a few later. (Also this ended up waaaaaaaay longer then i meant it to be wh o ops so uh be warned its pretty damn long-)

Tom:

Shortest! (i know it's normally either edd or tord, but after seeing saloonatics, I just couldn't resist the idea of the grumpiest one being the smallest. Cute right?)

Relatively strong arms, more fat around his stomach and torso then his legs.

Occasionally works gigs at local clubs and stuff for money.

Doesn't have much social media aside from Facebook so he can occasionally stalk his old college mates.

He actually likes sports like football and tennis. (His favourite sport is seeing how many bars he can hit up in one nigh-//shot//)

His hair smells like pineapple! (And the rest of him like booze-)

He's up for pretty much anything if he's drunk enough to have fun and not remember enough to regret it

But not bowling.

N e ve r bo wl ing

He's still got a scar on his left arm from The End. :( But Matt and Edd helped him to fix it up, so it's all good!

He's actually a pretty chill and sensible guy, and despite being snarky and sarcastic whenever he can, he genuinely cares about his relationships with people, scared that one day they'll get bored of him and cast him aside. He's really just a goofball with big city dreams of becoming a rockstar.

Spends like two hours in the shower crying and listening to MCR

His favourite show is Bad Education. It's good for when he needs cheering up.

He likes snacks and foods that are crunch, and salty, spicy, and sometimes savoury. So Crisps, Pringles, Doritos, chex mix etc.

Edd:

Second shortest/third tallest

Kinda chubby tbh but he's the BEST at hugs.

His forearm game is actually pretty strong because of all the time he spends making art to pay for their bills (because hey, someone's gotta do it amirite). You don't wanna head into an arm-wrestling contest with this guy.

Makes money by selling his art and also taste-testing all the latest cola products! (Just...not the diet ones).

Aside from a devianart, redbubble and maybe even a tumblr for art commissions, he doesn't really care about social media. Or regular media. Politics who?

His favourite sport? Seeing how many cans of cola he can get through on an especially difficult project. (Cricket always looked kind of fun though)

Smells like cola and not taking a shower in days because he HAS to get the lineart perfect and edd are you ok when was the last time you slept- (jokes aside, i can see him smelling like graphite and paints and sharpies from his art supplies).

Can pull the perfect poker face like damn son having a baby face sure comes in handy when lying to your roomate about why there's broken guitar strings hanging out of Ringo's mouth again

Has a scar on the inside of his eyelid from the time Tom 'accidently' poked him in the eye with a pencil (...may or may not be based off personal experience)

Edd is pretty friendly and open with people, he likes getting to know them and joking around. He's the Ultimate Punmaster ™, and loves nothing more to poke fun. He sees the world through the eyes of a cartoonist, and will never miss a comedic opportunity.

Be warned! He's actually fairly smart, and can read people well, knowing just how to really get under someone's skin. It's a good thing he can't be bothered with any of that though.

Gets his best ideas either in the tub or when hes just about to sleep. Because of that, he keeps a water-proof and regular notebook. Nearly had a heart-attack countless times because he accidently swapped them around.

Despite his complaints about absurd plot conveniences, he actually likes Doctor Wh- i mean "Proffesor Why", there's just something about the concept of time travel...he also likes cartoons! Like, a lot. He'll watch most anything and everything if it's animated and the writing is decent.

Likes anything sour, sweet, and chewy! So Jelly Babies, Wine gums, Sour patch kids, that kind of thing

Tord:

(Most of these are heavily based upon his life as Red Leader so sorry if you were looking for more domestic Tord. Maybe I'll do seperate hcs for that one day)

Second tallest! Quite a bit taller then Tom, a bit taller then Edd, just about average height, if a bit taller. He's closer to Matt in height then Edd.

He's actually quite well-built! You wouldn't think it because of the baggy hoodie he wears but he's got pretty good muscle, and his endurance and strength is well above the others. This mostly comes from the logic that he's been training and leading the Red Army, so it just makes sense to me that he'd resemble a soldier physically, yknow? AU-wise, or before he started the whole world domination thing, he'd be a little more scrawny, but he could still kick everyone's ass (he probably tried copying numerous anime battle stances lol-)

He's pretty well off, it turns out you can get quite rich by adopting some uh...rather unconventional means of money-making. Of course you could always say he just sold his inventions.

Does having your own private network of underground intelligence-gathering units count as social media? No? Nevermind.(He has a hentaihaven account-)

He likes dodgeball, archery, and you guessed it, arcade shooter games. Anything where he can point and hit something basically.

He smells like gunpowder, dirt, oil from machine maintenance and the cold? Like if the cold had a smell, he would have that smell, does that make sense? He also probably smells like Old Spice because idfk it just reminds me of him ok.

He doesn't exactly get out to socialise much, be prefers to stay at his desk, or curled up next to the fire with a mug of hot cider when he wants to relax. Sometimes Paul and Pat will drag him outside when they think he needs a breath of fresh air, and they'll go visit the nearest marketplace for food and other supplies. He likes strategic games like Chess or Draughts, and it's a good way to show off and get practice at the same time.

Scar-wise, he probably has quite a few from his fights. Post-the end, I'm not sure what would happen to him, since I've seen people go in a lot of different directions. I DO think he'd replace him arm with the robotic one, since that seemed too heavily implied to not happen. Regarding his face, I think the burns and stuff would probably heal over time, and depending on the technology in the future, he'd either still have some heavy scarring, or maybe he'd develop some kind of treatment so that it restores him to almost fully healed. He could always go the cyborg route and end up half-man half-machine like we see with future Matt and Tom.

(About the patch on his face, I have a theory about how he he aquired that scar/injury. See, I don't think Tord founded Red Army by himself, no. I think he was introduced to it by Paul (who we see in the same classroom as them in Poweredd) who was kept back a few years cause....uh...yknow- Anyway I have a theory that Tord eventually climbed the ranks until he became second-in-command, and he then murdered Red Leader and took his title. Their fight is where he got that injury. It's not really canon-supported much, but I find it an interesting concept!)

You've probably guessed, but I kind of disgree with Tord's portrayal sometimes. I think I prefer the darker, meaner side to him. I wouldn't say he's (completely) evil, but I'm not really one for the whole "self-hating, regretful angsty Tord who just wants some love and support" and stuff. I mean, it's cute with ships amd fluff, amd ideally he does make amends and rejoin the group, but I just like the thought that he's genuinely not a nice guy yknow? Like, he's actually done some fucked up stuff, and The End is probably just one case. (Of course this is all opinion based so feel free to disagree if u wanna wheeze-)

Has the WORST sleeping schedule. Has been known to fall asleep in the bath/shower.

He prefers movies to shows. His favourite is the Kingsman series (he can relate on many different levels).

Likes bittersweet things, (just like his personality amirite-). So cake with coffee, or tarts, liquorice, hard candy, that kind of thing.

Matt:

(My favourite-)

He tol. Tallest of them all!

Someone once described him as "borderline twink" and tbh i agree. I feel like he'd have a slightly feminine figure (which is perfectly normal!) and he both rocks it, and knows he does.

He works at a nail salon every now and again, his self-confidence and bubbliness makes him get along well with customers. (Also Matt would definitely wear nail polish ok dont even try to convince me otherwise. Actually speaking of,)

He has EVERY kind of social media possible. Instagram, twitter, facebook, tumblr, facebook, snapchat, you name it! He's especially prominent on instagram. He likes to keep an ~aesthetic~

He likes gymnastics and dance, activities like that. Anything which puts him in a creative spotlight. He'd probably take up acting classes, and then insist on only being given monologues.

He'd probably have quite a pleasant and nature-y smell? Like uhh citrus-y, pine tree, a hint of flowers, that kind of thing. Although he'd DEFINITELY slap on way too much cologne on a date or something and end up smelling like he just emptied out a bottle of febreeze.

He'd probably go out quite a lot! I can see Matt being a social butterfly, his friendliness and general likeability probably mean that he's got a few friends and stuff around. I can also see him as the kind of person who'd enjoy taking walks in the park, sitting below a tree, that kind of thing. He probably runs a self-love session (that works a little TOO well). He wants to get out there and show off his beautiful face, so it doesn't take a lot to drag him outside (provided you keep a mirror on you, that is).

He doesn't really have any physical scars. I mean, i do hc him with freckles, but they don't count so. he has a mental scar. After he hit himself with the memory eraser gun, he completely erased his memories. It took a while for him to settle onto the personality he has now. His face was the one thing that he knew for certain held a sense of familiarity and stability, so that's partly why his narcissism boomed so much. He sometimes gets random flashbacks of being a zombeh leader, being less of a nicer person, and it can be quite unnerving for him. He also has other memory issues, which is why he can forget things so easily, and comes across as an idiot most of the time.

He can be quite oblivious, but I dont think hes a total idiot. He can read people fairly well, and is emotionally intelligent. He says stupid things sometimes despite knowing they'll get a reaction, just because he wants to, and thinks that life should be as fun and full of joy as possible. He's too trusting, and wants to see the good in everyone. At the end of the day, if you disrespect him (and his face), you'll see that he can be more then just the nice guy.

LUSH!! Matt is HERE for all those lush products. I'm talking bath bombs, lip scrubs, shower jellies, all that good stuff! And ofc he has like 100+ products for his hair and skincare routine, because let's face it, it's Matt. I also like to think he owns a bunch of bath toys and rubber duckies, and like the kid at heart he is, he'll sit in a bubble bath playing with them, and re-enacting all of their adventures.

He mostly prefers youtube videos over TV, so you bet he's subscribed to all the beauty gurus, vloggers, people like that. He does think children's cartoons are nice to watch though, so every once in a while he'll force Tom and Edd to sit with him and watch the latest season of My little pony.

He likes anything sweet and fun to look at! Especially if it's trending, so he can post pictures of himself eating/drinking it. So if there's another rolled ice cream/new starbucks-ccino/unicorn themed food item floating about, he'll probably be trying it.

(Ah man this turned out way longer then i thought. It went from simple headcanons to like full blown theories whoops- maybe i should make seperate posts if its too difficult to read? Anyway let me know what you think nonetheless!)

[thiamlife]

Secret Santa: From Dusk ‘Till Dawn

This fic is for the amazing @underthegallowws aka my precious secret santa recipient. I really hope you enjoy it! 

Read below or on Ao3

Title based on Dusk ‘Till Dawn and features lyrics from the song Issues by Julia Michaels. Because they were on your favorite songs list :)

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He wasn’t sure how or why the chimera had done it, all he knew was that Theo had started sneaking into his basement the same night as the hospital fight and sleeping on the old forgotten couch down there. Liam knew that he had been sleeping in his truck but didn’t really give it much thought simply because it was Theo… and if Theo wanted something he would ask for it or he would take it, so clearly he had been just fine in his truck. Something must have changed however, making the lone wolf finally seek shelter. Maybe it was the fact that he was an easy target in his truck or maybe it was the uncomfortable small cramped space. Perhaps it was the fact that he finally caved into his animalistic nature and was searching for the closeness of a pack that his wolf and coyote craved. Liam didn’t know how or why, but he did know that he felt relieved every time he heard the lock being picked to the back door, the almost nonexistent shuffling through the kitchen to the basement stairs, and listening to the steady thrum of Theo’s heartbeat every night.

He probably wouldn’t have caught it at all had his senses not bloomed to maturity after the elevator doors slid open and he and Theo had fought as one. He felt them hit him all at once as he propelled himself over Theo’s tabletop back. His sense of smell ripened allowing him to scent everything, even the emotions of those around him which had been extremely difficult for him to do before. He could suddenly hear every heartbeat, every punch, and footstep that occupied the hospital. Colors were more vivid and it was as if everything moved in slow motion around him, letting him dodge the hits and bullets aimed for him. With his senses fully heightened, he finally felt like the animal he was supposed to be, the animal he was meant to be. Because now not only was he in touch with the animal side of him, but all of his exploding anger had been transformed into a small controllable ball inside of him. It no longer ran rampant through his veins encouraging him to lash out and asking for blood. No, instead it was neatly tucked away waiting for him to call on it when he needed it.

Liam was extremely disappointed to find that as soon as he and Theo walked in different directions out of the hospital, after some intense staring that was abruptly brought to an end by Mason’s unannounced arrival at their side, all of his new found heightened senses were extinguished like a fire being doused with water. At the same time, the small ball of anger burst into flames, heat licking through his veins and making him tense his muscles in response. He chalked it up to the intense fighting he had just engaged in and readied himself for the constant fight to stay in control of himself again.

But imagine his surprise when the muffled heartbeats of his parents suddenly became crystal clear and he heard the small click from a lock being opened and turned. He laid still trying to focus on the other sounds and could hear the soft padding of socks on tile and then carpet as they sounded even more muffled on their descent down. Liam inhaled and immediately regretted it when so many clashing scents hit him at once making him groan and gag. One of the four heartbeats in the house jumped and it wasn’t his. He took it slowly this time, trying to focus only on the aromas from his room and listened as the frantic heartbeat from below eventually calmed. Blood, sweat, and gunpowder hit his nose first as they were the most prevalent, wafting from the torn clothes he had discarded on the floor as soon as he stepped in his room. Musky clothes were next, probably from the gym bag that held all of his lacrosse gear that was definitely overdue for a wash cycle.

He kept going like that, slowing progressing his way into the hallway, picking up on the new unused candles in the linen closet outside of his door and his mom’s perfume from his parent’s room at the other end of the hall. The sickly sweet scent of juice that he had spilled on the stairs a week ago and moped up with a sock instead of properly cleaning. Everyone’s shoes sitting at the bottom of the staircase made him wrinkle his nose and had gag threatening to spill from his throat. He moved passed the offending footwear into the kitchen and quickly decided that was a bad idea and immediately pulled back his reach as soon as he was assaulted with the smell of old food and rotting trash.

He continued sifting through the smells of the house, slowly working his way to the basement. He wanted to get a read on whoever had broken in before he decided to charge down there. It could be a hunter and to be honest, he was way too tired to handle it alone. The underground level of the house held an overwhelming musty odor, so overpowering that he almost missed the familiar spicy bouquet. But as soon as it hit him it began to override the damp staleness and quickly became the only thing he could smell. He knew that scent; it was Theo. He let his brow furrow as he opened his eyes staring at his ceiling, un-focusing his nose on accident, and then choked as he was assaulted by all of the fragrances of the house at once. His coughing fit causing the new heartbeat to stutter and jump rapidly again. Liam quickly closed his eyes and refocused on just one scent. The one that smelled like cloves, mahogany, and a musk singular to Theo. Helping to refocus and calm him.

He spent all night dissecting the chemo signals the new house guest gave off. Some sweet like the feeling of safety and warmth, some bitter like dread and absolute fear. The latter being paired with elevated breathing and heartbeat. The fear was enough to make him gasp for breath, suddenly feeling like he was suffocating in it. In those agonizing moments he almost ran downstairs to check on Theo, but he knew the chimera was safe because there were no new heartbeats in the house, so instead he laid there struggling with him in silence. When it finally returned to a neutral easy smell, releasing him from his paralysis and the steady thrum of Theo’s heart beating soothingly, Liam allowed his new senses to venture to his parents. Trying to absorb as much as possible while he still could in case it went away again like it had after the fight. At some point he must have fallen asleep, couldn’t fight the delicious pull of unconsciousness when he found himself focusing on Theo’s hearty scent again. But when he woke, everything was back to normal. White hot anger slithering through him effectively blinding his other senses.

It happened like that for weeks. Every night from dusk ‘till dawn after his parents turned out the lights, he would hear the distant click and his rage tucked itself away tidily allowing the elevated smell and hearing to return, and when he woke in the morning it had been reversed. Like how a werewolf was supposed to be only somehow his had gotten confused and was more feral during the day and tamer under the moon’s beams. He didn’t let on the he knew anything whenever he saw Theo around or at the weekly pack/ally meeting where the puppy pack video called with everyone else and updated each other. And he really wasn’t planning to until one night Liam’s comfortable pattern was disturbed.

It had started out like normal, he showered and then laid in bed, waiting for the familiar tick from the lock. It came, a little later than usual which had put him temporarily on edge, but it came nonetheless and he relaxed with a deep breath settling into his favorite sleeping position. When he realized that his usual lullaby, Theo’s heartbeat, was out of tune and going way too fast he tensed and felt unease roll through him. Something was different… something was wrong and he should have known when Theo had been late because Theo was NEVER late. And that’s when the anguish, fear, and guilt hit him so hard that if he were standing his knees would have buckled. He heard a muffled choked sob and he echoed it, the chemo signals wracking his body and the sound of Theo’s broken crying pushing him into an oblivion of despair. He didn’t mean to, he really didn’t, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from calling out Theo’s name softly and forcing himself out of bed in search for his night time clarity.

Before he could reach the bottom of the stairs Theo had bolted up from the basement and through the door looking like a deer in headlights. Only this deer had bags under his eyes and tears trailing down his face. Liam never really stayed up to see if Theo actually slept while he was down on the couch, his own slumber pulling him in to it’s comfortable embrace as soon as the calming scent and heartbeat of Theo hit him. Liam slowly walked downstairs to the basement clenching his hands tightly into fists as the rage returned and he was met with all of Theo’s chemo signals that had permeated the dark room. Liam threw himself down on the couch, claws biting into the soft skin of his palms and drawing blood, trying to keep the wolf at bay but was quickly losing.

His eyes flashed a few times before settling on the bright amber glow. With his new vision Liam was able to see that Theo had left his things neatly by the coach in his haste to leave. He knew he shouldn’t go through it but the curious nature of his wolf encouraged him to do it anyways. A small beat up duffle bag sat next to a ratty pillow and blanket that both looked like they had seen better days. Liam shook his head at himself, he was an asshole. He could have at least put some bedding down here or offered him the guest room for fuck’s sake. He picked up the flat threadbare pillow before he realized he had just ruined it even more with his bloody hands. So mad at himself for how selfish and uncaring he had been he tore it, ripped it in two, and watched as tons of tiny feathers floated around him and blanketed the couch and floor.

He growled and wiped his blood soaked, feather covered, hands on his boxers and bare thighs before standing and rushing upstairs to the linen closet and pulling out a new pillow and thick blanket. He placed them on the couch just above the black duffle and returned to his own room, still spitting mad at himself. He spent the rest of the night scolding himself and waiting for Theo to return which he never did and it only fueled Liam’s fury.

That happened on Wednesday and Theo still had yet to return. To say Liam was close to losing it was a serious understatement. He had gotten so used to being reset every night by Theo’s smell and proximity that he forgot what it felt like to have his anger boiling beneath his skin, building up pressure until he was ready to blow. It was now Friday which meant there would be a pack/ally meeting and it was Liam’s turn to host.

Mason and Corey had gotten there early to help move couches and set up the tv so they could connect to the video call in a little bit. Nolan arrived next, quickly followed by Alec and Argent since they were living together. Liam had been tense and was snapping at everyone when Mason finally called him out for it.

“Dude what crawled up your ass and died?” Mason shot back at him after one of his snarled insults.

“Nothing.” He replied with a scowl. They had 2 minutes until the call was supposed to take place and Theo still hadn’t arrived.

“Whatever it was, it happened on Wednesday night because I’ve been receiving some serious murder vibes from him since then.” Nolan threw over his shoulder on the way to the small bathroom on the main floor. Liam growled in his direction causing Argent and to frown and narrow his eyes at him.

“What?” He snapped at the older man. Sounding more animal than human as he caught a whiff of Theo but not enough to mean that he was actually there. Argent just shook his head and looked warily at him as he stood to the right of the large couch, waiting for the pack call to begin.

Nolan returned from the restroom and plopped himself down on the couch between Alec and Liam, leaving Mason and Corey the recliner which they happily shared. Soon the tv was filled with the faces of their friends. Malia was sitting on Scott’s lap so that they both fit in the camera, Lydia was front and center in her screen as Parrish was moving around behind her in the small apartment kitchen, and then there was Stiles who was sitting way too close to his camera and glaring off to the side before backing up showing a shirtless Derek who was smirking down at him.

“Hey everyone!” Scott exclaimed. Everybody responded with their own versions of hellos and pleasantries before they got down to business.

Scott and Malia reported that they had managed to track down and place two new wolves into a local pack wherever they were. They had come across a few hunters as well but weren’t able to get anything out of them before some of their friends showed up and whisked them away. Stiles had been tracking any movement through his FBI channels and Derek had been following up on those leads, most of which were dead ends but they were going to check out another one on Sunday. Something that Stiles didn’t look too pleased about because he had one of his ‘bad feelings’ and Derek just brushed it off and said it would be fine. Next to speak was Lydia, she had found another banshee at school and they had been teaching each other how to use different aspects of their gifts. Lydia said she was close to learning how to control her ‘premonitions’ and Parrish just said he was keeping an eye on things from the human side. Which meant it was time for the puppy pack to report.

Liam usually went first as he was acting as stand in alpha for them but remained silent, glaring at the screen with his arms crossed over his chest. Mason rolled his eyes and just started blurting things out in true Mason fashion.

“Deaton and I have been going over all of the different poisons and toxins this week. There’s this one that acts like Kanima venom but instead attacks your nervous system which makes you lose all control of breathing, swallowing, blinking, like it even makes you pee yourself. It’s gnarly.” He finished with a glimmer in his eyes sounding excited. Corey just shook his head at him.

“I’m being me… providing moral support because unless you need to turn invisible I’m kinda useless.” The were-chameleon joked.

“Babe you’re not useless.” Mason said throwing some serious side eye before pressing his lips to his cheek.

“Okay next.” Stiles snapped earning a chuckle from half of the pack. Mason and Corey’s love fest was usually overlooked but it seemed as though today the other human had no patience for it.

Nolan really had nothing to say, he had tried to worm his way back into the hunters secret online network so he could work as a double agent but was having some difficulty being verified. Stiles and him spoke for a few moments before Stiles was reading off a number for a guy named Danny that apparently could work wonders with a computer. Alec just said that he was close to controlling himself on the full moon, to which Argent nodded and agreed stating that they were going to try not chaining him up this month.

Argent said he had people tracking Kate for him, she was last seen in a small town in Argentina, and was also working his way up to becoming a successful arms dealer again just so he had an ear on the inside. When he finished all eyes fell to Liam and he bristled under the attention.

“Aaaand Liam has nothing to say because he’s too busy being a moody asshole.” Mason provided when the silence seemed to become uncomfortable for everyone else. He felt Scott’s eyes on him and he looked away from the screen, avoiding the scrutiny.

“Liam… everything good?” Scott questioned cautiously.

“Fine.” He replied plainly, that one word holding more bite and coldness than a brisk winter wind. Lydia looked concerned and Stiles and Derek serious before Malia’s snort rang through the speakers.

“Yeah you sure look fine puppy.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” He snarled, throwing her a menacing glare. Scott’s low warning growl to knock it off sizzled between the tension and then Liam was looking down in submission and Malia just shook her head before getting off Scott and leaving the camera view.

“Where’s Theo?” The alpha asked making Liam dig his claws, that had popped out at some point, into his hands angrily. Alec and Corey’s eyes darted to him at the scent of blood and cocked their heads at him in silent question. He dared them with threatening eyes to say something.

He was shocked when he heard Argent’s voice, snapping him out of bold stare off, and turning his head towards the right where the older hunter stood beside the couch.

“He’s doing some recon for me.” Came his vague answer and with that everyone said their goodbyes except for Malia who hadn’t returned after her abrupt departure and Liam who sat there, eyes still on Argent. He sniffed the air, without his enhanced abilities he could only make out a few things, one of them being Theo’s faint scent, which he had chalked it up as coming from the basement earlier but now he realised that it was a little too fresh for it to be coming from below.

From the corner of his eye he could see that the screen turned black signaling that the pack had signed off. Nolan stood and lightly put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed which he quickly shrugged off, still locked in his staring contest with Chris Argent. Alec was next to leave, mumbling something about waiting in the car, and then Mason was standing next to him. Argent raised a brow at him clearly telling him ‘I know something you don’t but I won’t say it with other people here’. So with one last scowl Liam turned to face his best friend, looking up at him expectantly.

“Look dude I don’t what’s going on with you… but if you want to talk you know how to get a hold of me.” Liam knew he should feel bad for how he had treated his friends today but he just couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. So he did his best to put a small smile on his face and nod before watching Corey smile back, grab his boyfriend’s hand, and tug him away leaving only him and Argent in the living room.

They sat there, neither of them moving, just staring at each other and waiting for the other to break first. Liam was dying to know why the man smelled like Theo, dying to know what he knew or where Theo was and why he hadn’t come home in two days, just plain dying to know ANYTHING. But the wolf in him refused to be the one to make the first move, the stubborn animal wanting control of the situation. Then he was scowling, not at Argent, but at himself. Did he just call this Theo’s home? He thought about the dingy basement and old uncomfortable couch that were both currently covered in feathers and basking in the sour scents of blood, fear, and frustration. Why would anyone want to call that home?

“I don’t know what happened nor do I particularly care,” Argent said breaking him out of his reverie, “but I do know that if you don’t fix it he’s going to disappear and soon.” Liam growled at the thought of Theo leaving him. He couldn’t, not now, not when he was the one that kept him calm… the one that kept him in control.

“Where is he?” Liam almost didn’t hear his own voice, it was so quiet, fragile.

Argent sighed, the hard look in his eyes disappeared and turned into something that a concerned parent would have. “I don’t know Liam, I caught him trying to break into one of our safe houses. He didn’t even hear me coming, he looked… lost. Kind of like you.”

Liam felt like he was going to throw up. For the second time, when it came to Theo, he didn’t know how or why or even when. He didn’t know how Theo had become to so important to him. He didn’t know why he suddenly needed Theo in order to be able to breathe. And he definitely didn’t know when Theo had become his anchor. Maybe it was when he started to look for Theo whenever something went wrong, knowing that the older boy would be there even if neither of them knew why. Maybe it happened when regardless of their words, the two always managed to somehow save each other. Or maybe it wasn’t even that complicated. Maybe it was just the fact that they both had a dark side, and even though they both had zero problems with insulting the other about it, they never actually judged each other for it.

The urge to vomit hit him again, bitter bile hitting the back of his throat and tongue, only it wasn’t the contents of his stomach that came out. It was words and he swore he had never spoken that much in his life.

“He started staying here after the hospital fight. Picking the lock on the back door and sneaking down to the basement to sleep. If he even did sleep, I never actually stayed up know, too caught up in myself to realize that he was down there for a reason.” Liam put his head in his hands as the words kept flowing out of his mouth. “He had been living in his truck and I never did anything about it. Just figured he was Theo ya know? Theo would do something about it if he really had a problem with it. I forgot, forgot that he was only human. He’s been this superhuman, life saving, sarcastic asshole and I forgot that he’s just a kid like the rest of us. Forgot that he has no one. I let him sleep in that cold basement for weeks and didn’t say anything to him. Didn’t ask him if he was okay or if he needed anything. Yes he’s a monster, he did horrible things, but he’s the only one that understands the monster inside me. The only one that hasn’t tried to treat me like a child or subdue me... and he doesn’t even have to. Because when he’s around the monster inside me is quiet. His scent and the sound of his heartbeat soothe me, they make it easy for me to breathe, easy to just be… me.” He finished, feeling like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. He needed Theo, he had finally admitted it, and it felt so good. A burst of abilities slammed into him briefly as his anger flickered inside him.

“He’s your anchor.” Scott’s voice rang out in understanding. Liam jumped, completely forgetting he had just spilled his guts to Argent, and not knowing where Scott’s voice was coming from. He looked over the bearded man and saw him holding a phone in the air towards Liam, shrugging in apology at the ambush.

“Liam you know it’s okay. We won’t think any less of you for needing someone, even if it is Theo. We all have to find a way to stay sane in this world, if Theo is what does that for you then go for it bud.” His alpha encouraged softly. They spoke for a few more minutes before finally hanging up.

Argent left after that and Liam was left sitting on the couch thinking about everything. Eventually he trudged up the stairs and got into bed, listening to the silence around him as his parents weren’t home for once so he didn’t even have their muffled heartbeats to focus on. It had to have been 3 or 4 in the morning when he heard the familiar click of the back door lock being picked. His heart jumped into his throat. Theo was back. He wanted to run downstairs so badly but he held himself still, not wanting to scare the chimera away again. He listened as Theo padded his way to the basement door and heard his gasp once he reached the bottom of the stairs no doubt seeing the mess Liam had made. He heard the telltale whoosh of a zipper and some minor shuffling and decided it was finally time to confront Theo.

“Why did you run from me?” He whispered but knew the chimera had heard him when the zipping and shuffling stopped abruptly. The only sounds in the house were both boy’s labored breathing.

Theo didn’t say anything just shuffled back up the stairs, still used to trying to stay quiet. Liam panicked.

“Don’t leave!” He yelled from his bed. “Please.” He added softly. He heard Theo sigh and he reached out his senses trying and pick up on his chemo signals but the only one he got was confusion before it was gone, reminding him that Theo was normally good at hiding his emotions and only let his guard down when he thought Liam had been sleeping.

“Why?” Theo’s voice drifted up to him, the low rasp causing goosebumps to break over his skin.

“Because… I’ve got issues, and one of them is how bad I need you.” Liam murmured. Heart beating frantically as he waited to hear what Theo was going to say back to him.

“You shouldn’t need me Liam.” Theo said darkly. “You shouldn’t need anyone.”

Liam felt his monster poking his head out from where he was hiding, the anger slowly slithering through his veins. “Yeah well I do.” He snapped.

Theo’s bag dropped to the kitchen floor with a thud. “God damn it Liam!” And that was it, Liam was up out of his bed faster than a bullet and down the stairs just as fast, entering the kitchen in pure rage.

“Oh fuck you. Don’t act like this is all on me, let’s not forget who’s house you’ve been sneaking into for the past few months. Yeah, I’ve got issues… but you’ve got ‘em too!” He bellowed and shoved Theo hard.

Theo shoved him back. “Sue me for wanting somewhere safe to sleep.” And then he was throwing an empty glass that one of the pack members had left on the counter and they both watched it shatter to pieces against the wall.

“Yeah that’s right, break things. It’s what you’re good at.” Liam said sarcastically.

“You have no room to talk.” Theo replied icly, emerald eyes swirling in fury.

“I get angry, believe me.” Liam looked him dead in the eye, refusing to back down. “But you don’t judge me, ‘cause if you did I would judge you too.”

Theo looked down, and Liam took in his appearance. He looked tired, skinny, and dirty and it all made Liam furious.

“Why me Liam? You have a whole pack full of people, why do you need me?” Theo asked him sounding almost desperate. Like he himself couldn’t believe that someone needed him, like he almost felt suffocated by the thought of Liam needing him. It kind of broke Liam’s heart, he didn’t want to be a burden but he couldn’t help it. He needed Theo like he needed his next breath.

Liam stepped closer to the older boy, crowding him, making him look up and meet his eyes. “Because you’re a perfect, poorly wired circuit. Because you see it from the same point of view, you have darkness inside of you just like me.”

Recognition bloomed in Theo’s eyes and Liam knew that Theo finally understood. They stood there just staring at each other, seeing everything in front of them for the first time. Liam saw Theo, his wolf saw the wolf and coyote, and his monster saw Theo’s killer. They all had a match, they all had someone… something to latch on to and ground them.

They were equals. Equally heavy enough to anchor the other. And that’s where their story really began.

[underthemadness]

Got7 Reaction: Finding Out About Your Extreme Colorblindness

Request:

“ Helloooo ♡ May I request a got7 reaction to their s/o being colorblind (the "extreme" type, who only see in shades of grey) and they discover it through some incident because their s/o tried to hide it for as long as they could? I really loved your writing for the don't feel enough reaction so I'd be very pleased to read you on this hehe ♡ Thank you! ”

- Anon

Mark

Mark would find out when you both went shopping for furniture for the new apartment you both would be moving into together. You had insisted he go and surprise you but he wouldn’t be having any of it, so you went in hopes he wouldn’t find out. Now, as a bit of background, you both had decided to paint the walls a soft beige color as it wouldn’t be so dark it absorbs all the light and it wouldn’t be bright enough to cause a headache. So there you were looking at two different colors of the same couch with your boyfriend trying to choose which one would look nicer. Now, this would have been easier if you weren’t extremely colorblind. You looked back and forth with pursed lips unable to make a decision and then looked at your boyfriend without a clue which is what cause him to catch on. He looked back and forth from the couches as well and then looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. It normally didn’t take you this long to make a decision, and to be honest you didn’t exactly look focused either. Mark then pulled you to the side, concern written all over his face. He asked you if something was wrong which caused you to take a deep breath and finally come clean...

“Mark...I erm...I kinda can’t see the colors”

He furrowed his eyebrows, unsure if he heard you correctly which you took as a que to elaborate.

“I’ve been diagnosed with rod monochromacy which means I can only see in black, white, and shades of gray...It’s been that way since I was born”

You look away and scratch the back of your head awkwardly unsure of how Mark would react, especially since you’ve been together for roughly 2 years and this is the first time he has found out.

He shakes his head and chuckles pulling you into a hug and asked why you didn’t tell him sooner. Once he finds out why he kisses your head and chooses a random couch so you both can finally go home and talk more in detail about it as he would like to learn more about your condition.

- Min-Y~

Jaebum

It was your first free day in months and Jaebum had made reservations at a nice restaurant. You both rarely have a day off at the same time so this was a special occasion and it seemed he really wanted to impress you. He pulled out your chair for you trying his hardest to be a gentleman. You couldn't help but find it adorable.

As you both looked over your menus you saw that they luckily had a color scheme that made it easy to read. There were countless times you almost had to guess what a menu said because they were so difficult to see. Sometimes colors just meld together.

You, of course, had always planned on telling him about your color blindness, but you thought that if he didn't even notice it then it could wait till later.

“And you miss?” The waitress's voice grabbed you from your thoughts. Jaebum had already ordered and was worriedly glancing at you. “Uh-hm! Yes, I'll have this one thank you.” You gestured to the menu and the waitress nodded writing it down on her notepad before grabbing the menus and disappearing.

Jaebum gave you a questionable look. “Y/n are you feeling alright?” You felt terrible for having worried him. He was trying so hard to make this night perfect. “I'm really fine, babe don't worry. This is a really nice place, thank you for bringing me here.” You gave him a sweet smile and he nodded.

You both caught up with each other's lives while waiting for the food to be brought out. You spoke of office gossip while he told you what crazy things the boys had done on their recent filming of a tv show. It was so nice seeing him after so long you didn't even realize the waitress had come back with food until a plate was abruptly sat in front of you. You were so hungry you both kinda just shut up and started to stuff your faces.

You were three bites in when suddenly your eyes began to water and your throat felt like it had just burst into flames. “H-hot!” You waved your hands around frantically looking for something to cool off your taste buds but the waitress had just taken your drink away to refill it. “H-here! here! Drink mine!” Jaebum looked completely terrified as he quickly put his cup to your lips spilling some across your dress. The whole restaurant seemed to be looking your way. You'd never been so embarrassed in your life as multiple employees ran to your aid. The spice on your tongue was numbed by the realization that you had just made a scene in a fancy restaurant. Jaebum quickly asked for the check while wiping the spilled liquid off your dress and you both left at the speed of light.

“I didn't know it'd be that spicy..” You grumbled quietly. Jaebum chuckled. “I don't know how the menu had everything spicy printed in red.” He put a hand to your forehead. “Are you sure you're feeling alright?”

Your eye's widened. I couldn't tell the difference, you thought. You decided it would probably be best to tell him about your color blindness now.

Surprisingly he just shrugged it off saying “Well if I didn't notice all this time then it's shouldn't be a problem really.” You smiled happily.

“Oh but next time I'm definitely checking your order before the waitress takes it.” You both laughed.

“I don't think we'll be able to get into that restaurant again.”

“Probably not.”

You decided to finish the night by going to a convenience store and eating ramen outside. It was a lot more fun anyway.

~ Admin Momo^^

Jackson

   The fans knew Jackson extremely well. He was open and honest with them as much as he could be because he loved them, but one thing he's kept secret is that he likes to draw. Paint, to be more specific. He even has a special art studio room in your house that he spends hours in, just painting away. He never really asked for your opinions on colors, though, just how well you thought it looked after he was done, but today he pulled you in the room and asked you which color he should use for a bird he was painting.

   "Blue?" you suggested.

   "Okay, but which one?" he whined, leading you over to a shelf with paint bottles neatly arranged on them.

   You looked over the shelves, looking between him and the bottles.

   "Uhh.......Jackson?" You said hesitantly. "I...........can't help you."

   "Why not?" he asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

   "Because I can't tell them apart." You say, feeling embarrassed.

   "Oh," he giggled, not understanding what you meant. "It's okay. You'll learn to tell the shades apart. It's hard for some people, but you'll get it."

   He reached forward, grabbing two bottles and inspecting them.

   "Sapphire or cerulean?" he asked and held them up to you.

   "Jackson, sweetie," you sighed, taking the bottles from him. "They both look gray to me."

   He furrowed his brow and tilted his head again. "What do you mean? They're blue."

   "I'm colorblind, Jackson. They're gray." You finally spilled your secret.

   You never really knew why you kept it a secret from him anyways. You guessed it was because, with him, you never felt like the world was black and white. He would sit and talk to you for hours about his paintings and the colors and his painting techniques, and you felt like you knew what the colors looked like. You didn't feel like it was necessary to tell him.  

   "What?" he asked without thinking, letting his jaw drop slightly and his eyes widen.

   "I'm colorblind." You repeated, but it sounded more like a question.

   "How long have you been colorblind?"

   "Since birth, I guess." you shrugged. "I can't remember ever seeing colors."

   "Why didn't you tell me?" He looked almost hurt that you didn't share what seemed to be such a critical piece of information.

   "I just thought I didn't need to. It's not that important, Jackson, really." You laughed slightly and turned to walk out. "I'm sorry I can't help."

   He grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to a painting he must have finished earlier as it was still slightly wet.

   "This is red." He pointed to some leaves on a tree.

   "What are you do-"

   "Maroon, to be exact." he continued, cutting you off. "It's a warm color. It looks like how a fire feels."

   He then smiled widely and pulled you into his chest, wrapping you in his warm arms.

   "Or like one of my hugs."

   He pulled back and pointed at a different part of the painting.  

   "And this is blue..."

   He continued to explain what the color felt like, hoping it'd make you feel better, and it did.

-Mochi

Jinyoung

“Let's go shopping.” You weren't expecting Jinyoung to suggest something like that.

You were debating where you should go for a casual date and you had made many suggestions, going to a movie, eating out, just basic date places. Normally shopping would be among those but seeing as you were color blind it was difficult for you to pick out clothes. You mostly got clothes online where you could read the description of the items or as gifts.

You thought if he found out that you were color blind, he wouldn't want to deal with it. It's not easy to live with, you can't drive, or pick out clothes, or even tell the difference between ketchup and mustard. It's a hassle and you'd be like this forever. You've been lucky all this time to play things off and bull shiting yourself out of situations.

“But I don't need to buy any clothes.” Jinyoung smiled. “I know but it'd be nice to spoil you every once in awhile.” What is this? He's being way to nice. What was he thinking? “Pretty please, y/n?” He put on his best pout and honestly who could say no to that face. Maybe it'll be an easy day and you can just act like the clothes don't interest you.

You had been shopping for a few hours and luckily hadn't been asked anything about colors quite yet. “Oh what about this one.” A patterned skirt had caught your eye and you completely forgot the plan to not discuss any clothing in detail. Jinyoung was quick to come to your side as it was the first time you'd shown any interest since you've been out. “It's nice but I'm not sure what you'd wear with this.” You both looked across the store for something to match. Mainly, you were praying that you wouldn't pick any clashing colors.

As you searched you soon came across a plain turtleneck crop top that would look adorable with the skirt you had found. When you showed Jinyoung the top he looked impressed. “Wah, this really goes well with the design of the skirt. Ah, but there is one thing..”

He took the shirt from you and walked towards a shop employee. You were utterly confused. A few minutes later she came out with what seemed like the exact same shirt but a shade darker. Your eyes widened. Did he find out? No way, but then why would he get a different colored shirt? He bought the outfit while you began to overthink every little thing.

“W-why did you change the shirt?”

“It's nothing really there was just a rip in the sleeve is all.” He was lying. Even though he smiled kindly you knew the shirt didn't have a rip and the color definitely changed.

He knew.

You nearly burst into tears right there. Jinyoung’s smile quickly faded. “Hey, what's wrong baby? Don't you like it?”

“You know. You know about my eyesight don't you?” He was shocked but quickly answered honestly.

“Yeah, Actually I found out a few months ago when talking to you mom. She slipped up during our conversation and asked me to pretend like nothing was wrong.”

Months? He's known all this time. You thought back to all the times he could have caught you but didn't, and it really made sense. “Y-you don't mind it?” He gave a gentle smile trying his best to reassure you. “Of course not. It's really not that big a deal to me. I love you y/n. What kind of man would leave the person he loved over something so trivial?”

You felt bad for doubting him in the first place. Blushing you looked down at your feet. “I love you too.”

Later that night

“Hey, so what color was so bad you needed to exchange it?”

“Oh it was this awful brown yellow color, I swear I almost asked you if you were color blind when you were picking it out before I realized what I was saying.”

~ Admin Momo^^

YoungJae

“No. No! Damn it!.” You yelled as the screen went dark and the pixelated words that read ‘Game over!’ flashed in your face almost mocking you for the 3rd time in a row.

Youngjae had decided to take you on a spur of the moment arcade date knowing how much you'd love it. You were very into video games and to be honest most days Youngjae would whine over you paying more attention to the games than him.

“Hey let's play something else. Preferably something less competitive.” He laughed at your pouting face squeezing at you cheeks trying to get you to smile for him. Which you did. You tend to cave easily when it involves Youngjae. You've never been able to stay mad at him for very long. So when your face finally softened his smile widened.

“There's my beautiful girlfriend! I missed you!” He kissed your forehead making you blush slightly.

“What should we play?” He asked while scanning the room. Your eyes bounced from machine to machine and finally landed on the long isle of claw machines with various prizes.

“Ohh! Let's do one of those!” You pointed and jumped excitedly. He frowned. “What's wrong you don't want anything from them?” He looked down at the floor. “ah..it's just...” You bent down and looked up at his face since he was avoiding eye contact. “I can't really...play those games..so I can't win you anything.” You giggled. “That's okay baby I'll win something for both of us.” You gave him a wink and pulled him towards the claw machines.

“Which one?” He looked at all the prizes carefully but his eyes lit up at the machine filled with stuffed bears. He began pointing towards the bears and dragged you over. “Alright then!” You cracked your knuckles and put in some coins.

“Are you sure you can do this?” Rolling your eyes at him you moved the claw towards the first bear to catch your eye. You couldn't exactly see a difference between them since you were color blind and all so you just went with your gut.

“Oh. Oh! You got it y/n!!!” You were both screaming as the bear fell into the square slot.

“Next time don't question the master.” You crossed your arms and he laughed “Okay okay. Fair enough. Let's get another that way they can be a couple.” You nodded happily.

“Oh get the blue one!” He pointed excitedly at the corner. You maneuvered the claw towards where he pointed and pressed to button ensnaring another stuffed bear in the claw.

Youngjae gasped over dramatically “No!!! Y/n!” Now you were both screaming as the bear slowly made its way to the square slot.

“What?! What's the matter?!!”

“What do you mean 'What's the matter’ that's not the blue one!!”

“It's not?!?”

“No! Wait…. You couldn't tell?”

Your eyes widened at your sudden slip-up and you laughed nervously at his confused face. You heard the clunk of the bear and the machines automated voice say 'Winner!’

You decided now was probably the best time to tell him about your color blindness.

He took it really well and listened to your every word as you explained to him in detail about your disability and how you didn't want it to affect how he saw you so you just pretended it didn't exist. The only thing he was really shocked about was how he didn't even notice.

A week later

Youngjae was mumbling to himself in the kitchen while you were on the couch playing video games you could faintly hear him saying

“Maybe I don't pay enough attention to her…”

Pausing the game you snuck up behind him giving him a hug

“You know Just last month I heard you mumbling about me not paying enough attention to you.”

He laughed as you winked at him when he glanced over his shoulder

“Maybe I just can't get enough of you.”

He turned in your embrace hugging you tightly to his chest. He glanced at the counter where both the pink bears were set as if holding hands. “You know I think the pink bears match the furniture better.”

“It all looks gray to me anyways.”

“Oh yeah.”

It was gonna take a little getting used to.

~ Admin Momo^^

BamBam

BamBam would find out about your color blindness one day when you came over to have a lazy day by yourselves. You had been binge watching some of your favorite movies together and eating plenty of junk food. Things started to go south when he offered you a hand full of skittles. “Here y/n, just don't take the last red one.” He laughed thinking it would be an easy decision for you to make but when he saw you hesitated his smile disappeared.

‘What are the odds?’ You thought to yourself, ‘That out of a handful of skittles you'd choose the only red one?’

You quickly chose the first one your eyes landed on and popped it in your mouth smiling up at him. That smile faded fast when you saw the look of utter betrayal on your boyfriends face. He gasped as you let out a nervous laugh.

“How could you! My own lover!?” He tackled you on the couch sending popcorn, chips, and candies flying across the room. Pinned to the cushions he began to tickle your sides. “Wait! Wait I didn't mean--haha. Please, stop!” He pulled back looking you in the face“I can't believe you would do such a thing.” He dramatically clutched his chest as if he was in pain. You rolled your eyes.

“Listen, there's something I need to tell you.” BamBam’s face suddenly turned serious along with your tone. You figured another instance like this would arise in the future, and that you might as well be honest with him now. As you explained the condition in great detail he was quietly listened hanging onto your every word.

“Why did you tell me you were color blind before y/n?” You looked down at your hands. “Well, I guess I just wanted to be treated like everyone else. Not seen as handicapped you know.” He rested a hand on your shoulder.

“I would never do that.” You smiled at him. “I know, that's why I decided to tell you.” He laughed. “Can I ask you a question?” You raised an eyebrow wondering what he wanted to know. “Sure, go ahead.” He gave you a really serious look which made you nervous.

“So how could you tell when I changed my hair color?!” You burst into laughter at his question. “It's because you make a face.”

“A face?”

“Yeah, you make a ‘Hey look at me don't I look fucking amazing’ face.”

After laughing for a while you would go back to watching movies. The only difference would be him trying to describe the colors to you every once in awhile.

“Oh! And you see him right he's wearing this like badass red it's like fire! Oh, wait you can't see the color of fire right. It's like Sha-bang! Pow! I am here and in your face what you gon do bout it?!”

~ Admin Momo^^

Yugyeom

He ran into your room obviously excited about something but you could barely understand due to how fast he was speaking and Korean really wasn’t your first language, so you chuckled to yourself and asked him to slow down a bit and reminded him to actually breathe. he laughed to himself and started to talk about bam’s new hair color and how he wanted to be able to dye his hair some outrageous color. You nodded along giggling at his boyish excitement and charm until he started pulling up pictures of hair colors he was considering on his phone. You bit your lip hoping he wouldn’t notice the nervousness that slowly crept onto your face as he stared at his phone awaiting your response while flipping through pictures. You tried to shrug it off by saying you liked the color of his natural hair in which he thanked you but became pouty because “I wanna be differentttt thooughhhh Jagiiiiiii!” You giggled and ruffled his hair, still biting your lip nervously and that’s when he looked up at you and noticed much quicker than you had anticipated. He tilted his head curiously and smirked. He pulled up two pictures of bam and asked you which one was his natural hair color, which caused you to bite your lip embarrassed as you looked from picture to picture, figuring you had a 50/50 chance of getting it right before you sighed and put your head in your hands pouting while deciding to come clean.

“I don’t know....because I’m extremely colorblind..”

“Like, you can't see certain colors or?” he asked as he furrowed his brows awaiting your response.

“I can only see shades of gray yug..” You said embarrassed as you hid your face in your hands sighing, not being able to bear to look at his reaction.

Little did you know his smile grew and that’s when you heard him giggle

You lifted your head a little to see why he was giggling, and he took that opportunity to cup your cheeks in his hands as he peppered your face in small meaningful kisses, his smile not leaving his face.

“Aweee Jagii~~~ Why didn’t you tell meeee???” He said as he failed to hold back his endearing smile.

“Because, it's embarrassing” you dragged out and looked away, scratching the back of your neck.

“But it makes you so unique and special and even more perfect which I didn’t think was possible!!~” He peppered your face in yet another round of kisses.

This is where you started to giggle and hug him tightly thanking him for not finding it as a setback or flaw. He chuckled and held onto you tightly before he just had to ruin the moment

“Plus it means I can record a really funny video of you seeing colors for the first time when I get you those special glasses I heard about~~ Ahhh what a memory that will be~”

- Min-Y~

Hey guys

as you can tell, we all kind of worked together on this one and I really hope you liked it!~

With this reaction request we managed to show you some of the differences in our writing styles and I really hope that overall you enjoyed it!

None of us have experience with this condition but we did do research to help us understand it better although we apologize if its not exactly accurate~

- Admin Min-Y

[xo-mchanzo-blog]

crimson

mchanzo week day 2: canon divergence || au

title: crimson rating: teen summary: when jesse mccree’s failing newspaper runs a ridiculous story about lord hanzo shimada being a vampire, mccree expects shimada to be angry. he doesn’t expect to find out the bloody truth about shimada, or to fall under his spell. (vampire au, regency au)

“We absolutely can't print this,” Jesse McCree says, flapping the paper above his head and glowering at his editorial team around the table. It is late, and the snow on the windows lends the room a shadowed quality. McCree can't afford any more coal for the fire, so most of the congregation are wrapped up in scarves, including Jesse himself.

 “We don't have anything else to print,” Lena responds with a shrug. Her gaze doesn't falter when McCree turns his dark glare upon her and he curses himself again for being the only newspaper editor in town who is progressive enough to hire women.

 “God damn it,” McCree spits, and if the blasphemy offends anyone around the table, they don't show it. “Jamison, seriously,” he continues, repeating words he has used a dozen times in the past five minutes.

 “Look, I've got evidence,” Jamison Fawkes retorts. There is soot on his nose. “Lady Amelia Richards disappeared after being seen with him at the dance last month, didn't she?”

 “That's hardly evidence of this.”

 “The Shimada maid was spotted at the market with a bite mark on her throat.”

 “It's more likely Lord Shimada seduced her than attempted to drink her blood, Jamison.” McCree pinches the bridge of his nose. He is getting a headache.

 “Don't print it then.” Jamison folds his arms. “Print something else.”

 “We don't have anything else,” Lena says glumly.

 McCree looks at the paper in his hand: Lord Hanzo Shimada: Creature of the Night? He laughs humorlessly. “Print it. I'll no doubt get called out for this.”

 “Or bitten,” Lena replies with a grin.

 *

 Jesse McCree almost forgets the ridiculous story the next day. He spends the day in his office, scribbling furiously, trying to find a creative way to pay the rent and pay all of his staff this month. His head is throbbing again but he does manage a pleased grin when Lena sticks her head in to tell him that they've sold more copies today than any other issue that month.

 By the time he looks up from his numbers, it is dark outside. He can't hear any sounds from the other rooms in the King’s Row Gazette offices. The only light in the room comes from the small fire in his grate. He scratches at the stubble on his chin. It is unfashionable, but McCree is too lazy to shave it every day. He can't afford to hire a valet to do it for him. It isn't as though he is looking for a wife.

 There is a distant knock at the front entrance to the offices. McCree reaches into his creased waistcoat pocket for his pocket watch and frowns; it is almost nine.

 He leaves his own office into the far colder main room and looks down the hallway to the door. The whole place is dark, cast in shadows.

 “We're closed!” he shouts.

 Another insistent knock. McCree knows who it is. It hits him with a flash of realisation. Hanzo Shimada.

 Of course he came after dark.

 “Come back tomorrow morning!” McCree shouts.

 There is silence. McCree thinks for a moment that Shimada has left. Then there is a voice which is somehow both quiet and loud. It is chilling. “If you do not open this door, I swear I will kick it open.”

 McCree weighs up his options. He cannot afford to replace the door, so having it kicked down is not brilliant. There is a pistol nestled in his top drawer, but he doesn't want to go back for it in case Shimada gets bored of waiting and kicks the door open regardless. Finally, he decides that a titled nobleman is hardly likely to be able to take him in a fair fight, and heads towards the door boldly.

 He flings it open and glares out with what he hopes is an imposing grace. It is freezing out here, the street cloaked in white, in stark contrast to the black-clad man standing in his doorway.

 He has seen Hanzo Shimada before, of course. They hardly move in similar circles, but London is only so big, and McCree's livelihood depends on reporting the activities of these boring people. He has never stood this close to Lord Shimada before, though. The man has extraordinarily dark eyes and surprisingly long eyelashes, currently fringed with snowflakes.

 Shimada frowns at him. “Aren't you going to invite me in, Mr McCree? It is somewhat cold out here.”

 McCree blinks. Something hot and liquid is uncurling within his stomach, and he realises with a horrible jolt that it is desire. He is attracted to this pompous, arrogant man who is no doubt here to invite him to a sunrise duel. Wordlessly, he steps aside and waves his long arm casually, gesturing to Shimada that he is welcome. The aristocrat enters and a wave of his fragrance washes over McCree. It is spicy and woody, and absolutely divine. McCree wonders what his own odour is currently like and imagines that 'divine’ is quite far from being an appropriate adjective.

 “I imagine you know why I'm here,” Shimada says crisply, as McCree closes the door and casts the hallway into shadow. In the darkness, Shimada's eyes flash dangerously.

 “Enlighten me,” McCree drawls, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. He doesn't understand his own desire to make this as difficult as possible, but he can't help himself.

 “I have come to bite your throat,” Shimada replies drily. There is a flash of white as he smiles wickedly, and McCree is startled by this display of humour, but the words have gone straight to his groin and he has to fight to maintain his composure.

 “The vampire article,” he says, and his voice is a little strained. “If it makes you feel better, I thought it was crazy, too.”

 “Yet you ran it anyway. How remarkably unscrupulous.”

 McCree decides that honesty may be his best chance at avoiding a duel with this handsome and surprisingly funny man. “We didn't have anything to run. I'm sure it won't come as a surprise since it's after nine and the editor is still working in a freezing, dark office, but we really can't afford to be overly fussy. We need to sell papers.”

 Shimada pauses. In the dark, McCree can't read his facial expression, but he can hear the steady breaths the nobleman takes. Finally, Shimada offers his hand. “I have been quite rude. My apologies. My name is Lord Hanzo Shimada. I do not believe we have any been formally introduced.”

 McCree frowns in confusion at the direction the conversation has turned, but he reaches out for Shimada's gloved hand and takes it. It is large and feels surprisingly strong. “Jesse McCree, editor.”

 Shimada does not release his fingers. His eyes bore into McCree's. “I have seen you several times at events.”

 “I am surprised you would remember me,” McCree says. His voice trembles a little. He is incredibly aware of the gloved hand wrapped around his.

 “You are an unusual man, McCree. You are memorable.” The words are heavy, murmured in a velvet soft voice.

 McCree is blushing. He is glad they are standing in the dark. “That's very kind of you. You're being very polite for someone who has presumably come here to demand satisfaction.”

 “Satisfaction,” Shimada repeats. “What did you have in mind?”

 Is Lord Shimada trying to seduce him? Such things are taboo, and therefore not usually brought up with people one doesn't know very well. McCree's preference is for his own gender, yes, but what is making Shimada so damn sure of this fact? McCree frowns in the darkness and wonders if this is some trick. He withdraws his fingers from Shimada's. “A duel of some sort.”

 Shimada laughs. “That will hardly be necessary, McCree. I merely need you to publish an apology to me in the next edition.”

 “Impossible,” McCree replies. “The paper would lose all credibility. I cannot risk that. People are depending on me for their jobs.” He rubs at his stubble. “I'm sorry, for what it's worth. But surely you can see the absurdity of caring about it? Who in their right mind believes that sort of thing?”

 “I do,” Shimada replies solemnly.

 McCree laughs nervously. “You're saying you are a vampire?”

 “No. But just because I am not doesn't mean that others are not.” Shimada takes a step towards him. “You will cause a panic. Perhaps push them to strike harder.”

 This conversation has taken a turn for the utterly bizarre. “Them?” McCree repeats.

 “The vampires, McCree.” There is something solemn and serious about Shimada that makes McCree think he genuinely believes this insanity. It is a shame, McCree thinks, that someone as attractive as Shimada is utterly delusional.

 This would make a brilliant story to run, if only McCree didn't feel so sorry for him.

 “The vampires,” McCree sighs.

 “You do not believe me. That is understandable. I did not believe it at first myself.” Shimada reaches out for his hand again. “Do you have a light somewhere?”

 Without waiting for a response, he pulls Jesse by the hand back towards the main room and the into the editor's office, the only place where a fire still burns. It is cool and dim now, but in the gentle glow, McCree sees that Shimada looks like he hasn't slept in about a month. There are dark shadows beneath his eyes. Releasing McCree, Shimada unfastens the ornate silver clasps of his heavy cloak and removes it with a flourish. Beneath it, he wears an expensive-looking black ensemble and, more startlingly, a large gun and a long, lethally sharp silver stake.

 McCree is alone with a madman. He wonders if he can dart to the desk and grab his pistol.

 Shimada raises his dark eyebrows as though reading his thoughts. Peeling off his gloves, he reaches for the high, stiff black collar he waves and pulls it down. There, unmistakably, is a pink scar left by two large puncture wounds. Beside it, there is another, fainter scar in the same shape.

 McCree swallows. He tries to think of another explanation, a sane one.

 “Who did this to you?” he asks. He reaches out without asking permission and trails his fingers across the scars, as if verifying their existence.

 Shimada hesitates. “Irrelevant,” he says finally. He reaches up and grabs McCree's hand. It is still ghosting over the scars. The searing sensation of skin against skin bonds the two men, and they look into each other's eyes. McCree swallows, his mouth suddenly dry. He isn't convinced that Shimada is insane anymore. The alternative is horrifying.

 “If you have been bitten,” he says slowly, remembering vampire lore from his childhood, “what does that make you? A vampire, surely?”

 “The transformation involves drinking the vampire's blood. I have no desire to become a vampire, so I have never taken the blood.”

 “Wait.” McCree's brain is working quickly. “You had a choice? Did you… did you volunteer to let a vampire drink you?” The words are thick and unfamilar in McCree's mouth, and the absurdity makes his lips twitch.

 Shimada's dark eyes flutter closed for a moment. “I did volunteer.”

 “Why the hell would you?”

 Shimada looks at him again. His eyes are bright. “My younger brother. He was bitten while travelling three years ago. He fights against his true nature.”

 “That's… I'm sorry.” McCree is still waiting for Shimada to laugh, to mock him for even beginning to believe this insanity. Those marks, though…

 “So now you know.” Shimada squeezes McCree's hand. “I am sorry, but you did rather bring this down upon yourself.”

 “There are vampires in London?”

 “Dozens, at least.”

 “Do you monitor them?” McCree asks. “Are you trying to cure your brother?”

 Shimada laughs without humour. “I am trying to avenge Genji. There is no cure. I do not monitor them, Jesse. I hunt them.”

 McCree's mouth falls open. “An unusual hobby for a nobleman,” he manages weakly.

 “It is not the path I would have chosen for myself. However, it is the path which was chosen for me.” Shimada smiles grimly. “I am very good at what I do. However, too much vampire hysteria around London will encourage them to be reckless. It puts me in danger.”

 Those words are enough. “I'll run the apology,” McCree says.

 Shimada stands on his tiptoes and presses his mouth against McCree's, allowing his lips to brush against the startled editor’s. It is over as soon as it begins, and McCree stares at Shimada with wide eyes. His heart is thundering in his chest.

 “I have work to do, I am afraid,” Shimada says gently. “It is dangerous for us both if I linger here too long.”

 McCree is certain this is true. He stares as his enigmatic guest puts his cloak back on and slides his gloves on briskly.

 “See me out?” Shimada asks.

 McCree follows him to the front door. Shimada opens it to the snow and sighs. McCree wants to grab his arm and drag him back inside. Shimada may very well be the craziest man he has ever met, and if he isn't then he's the bravest.

 “Can I see you again?” he asks, and blushes as soon as the words are out. Hanzo Shimada is a nobleman. He is hardly going to be interested in more than a brief flirtation with the scruffy editor of a failing newspaper.

 Shimada looks back at him and grins. “Count on it, Jesse McCree.”