#edit: now with a continuation that will eventually include comfort

[solarmorrigan]

For the angst prompt thing: Steddie and "Don't fucking touch me."

Hello! Thank you very much for sending a prompt, I'm sorry it took me so long to post, but I do think this one is my favorite out of all the fills I've done for this prompt list <3

[No warnings; Unnamed Freak (who apparently got a name in the most recent novel, but I didn't know that at the time) is named Oliver]

Angsty-ish Prompt List

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“I’m gonna step outside for a minute,” Steve leans in to murmur in Eddie’s ear, even though the music isn’t that loud.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Eddie nods, and only just keeps himself from turning to catch Steve’s mouth in a kiss when he feels the brush of his lips against his ear; it’s not his fault he’s developed some kind of Pavlovian association between having Steve’s mouth anywhere near his skin and receiving kisses – but they do have company.

Said company is just Gareth, Jeff, and Oliver, but still. Eddie has some decorum.

Steve stands from the couch and the arm he’d had slung around Eddie’s shoulders slides away slowly, his hand brushing warm and heavy over the back of Eddie’s neck, thumb stroking once, familiarly, along the side of his throat before disappearing entirely as Steve moves towards the front door. He doesn’t do so great with groups of people in small spaces anymore; the noise gets to him, and the heat generated by so many bodies in close proximity tends to give him a headache, so he takes breaks now and then, just to give his brain a few minutes to unbend.

The door swings open on silent hinges (Steve had attacked it with a can of WD-40 and a look of determination earlier today, insisting he couldn’t stand the squeaking anymore; he’s always doing things like that around the house – little repairs, organizing, picking things up, even though Eddie insists he doesn’t have to. He says he wants to, the endearing little weirdo) and Steve steps out into the cool evening, leaving Eddie and the boys behind in the warm light of the trailer’s main room.

“So,” Jeff says, looking up from his spot on the floor and gesturing vaguely at Eddie with his beer can, “how’s that going for you guys?”

Eddie blinks at him. “How’s what going?”

“The whole thing between you two,” Jeff clarifies, and Eddie raises a skeptical brow at him.

“You wanna talk about me and Steve having sex?” Eddie asks.

Jeff’s nose scrunches in distaste. “What? No.”

“Not ever,” Gareth jumps in.

“I mean…” Oliver says with a shrug, flinching when Gareth pelts him with a balled-up napkin.

“No,” Gareth reiterates.

“I refuse to apologize for simple curiosity,” Oliver sniffs, and Eddie, seated next to him on the couch, gives him a shove.

He’s glad his friends are accepting – supportive, even (he’d like to say he wouldn’t hang out with them if they weren’t, but let’s be real: nerds could be hard to come by in their neck of the woods, and as long as they were the quiet type of homophobic, Eddie would probably still play D&D with them. But he’s glad they’re not), but he does have some boundaries.

Like, one or two, maybe.

“I just meant the whole… dating thing,” Jeff says, taking a sip from his beer. “Because I’ll be honest, I really didn’t see it at first, but it actually seems to be working out.”

“Dating?” Eddie parrots blankly.

“Yeah. You guys are in, like, some kind of never-ending honeymoon phase or some shit,” Gareth says. “Hasn’t it been over two months?”

“Uhhh, no, I think you gentlemen are confused,” Eddie drawls. “Steve and I are not dating.”

This declaration is met with a moment of silence.

“Seriously?” Oliver finally says.

“Yep,” Eddie replies easily. “No relationship shit here. Strictly a friends-with-benefits-type deal.”

“Seriously,” Olver says again, flatly this time.

“Yes, Oliver, seriously,” Eddie huffs, reaching over to give him another shove, only to have his hand pushed away.

“Eddie, he was practically sitting in your lap just now,” Jeff says. “You two are all over each other.”

“Constantly,” Gareth adds.

Eddie shrugs. “It’s not like this is a big couch; we gotta squish. Anyway, Steve’s just a touchy kind of guy.”

“He doesn’t sit like that with any of us,” Gareth points out.

“Yeah, well, you guys aren’t the ones receiving benefits,” Eddie says. “You want him to sit on your lap? You could ask.”

Gareth lets his head hang back with a noise of frustration. “That’s not the point, and you know it.”

“Don’t you two go on dates?” Jeff asks. “I’ve seen you at the movies. You talk about going out to eat, doing other shit…”

“Yeah, see, that’s the friends part of friends with benefits,” Eddie snarks. “Friends hang out sometimes, I’ve been told. We are all, in fact, hanging out right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m dating any of you.”

“You don’t see the way he looks at you?” Oliver asks, and Eddie can’t help but scoff.

He appreciates the fact that Oliver is passionate about pretty much anything he does, but it also means he’s given to romanticizing. He doesn’t usually manage to drag Jeff or Gareth in with him, though.

“Pretty sure he looks at me like a friend, because that’s what we are.” Eddie rolls his eyes before offering a smarmy little grin. “I mean, I’m sure he looks at me as an exceptionally attractive friend, but that’s it.”

“Genuinely can’t tell if you’re fucking with us, man,” Jeff says, rolling his eyes.

“Genuinely, I am not,” Eddie promises, taking the last viable swallow from his beer before getting up and heading for the kitchen, wiggling his empty can at the others with a raised eyebrow in question. Gareth raises his own near-empty can with a shrug and Eddie nods. “Look,” he says as he ducks towards the fridge, “Steve isn’t the kinda guy you have a relationship with, anyway, you know?”

Eddie doesn’t mean this in a negative way, just as a matter of fact. Steve just doesn’t seem to be a relationship kind of guy. Nancy had been something of an outlier, in how long she and Steve had lasted, and it had become clear after the dust from the Upside Down had settled that he really doesn’t have any interest in pursuing her further. Just the other day, he’d mentioned to Eddie how difficult relationships can be, and about how glad he is they have their thing together instead.

“Being with you is just… easy,” Steve had said; he hadn’t been looking at Eddie at the time, his face instead pillowed on Eddie’s chest, hair sticking to his naked skin where the sweat was still cooling from their last round, but Eddie could see the edge of a smile on his lips.

And Eddie doesn’t have much experience with relationships himself, but he knows that being friends with Steve is easy and that the sex feels equally easy and that the way he’d agreed with Steve and carded his fingers through his hair had sent Steve right to sleep with that same smile still in place.

Easy.

Now, Eddie shoves his head into the fridge and reaches for the beers that have somehow gotten pushed to the back. “It’s nothing major, okay?” he calls back towards the living room.

“Eddie…” Gareth calls back, an edge to his voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on it.” Eddie waves vaguely, making sure to grab a second beer. “Anyway, Steve’s a good friend, and he’s really hot, and we’re just having fun.”

The bang of the front door against the frame startles Eddie so badly he nearly smacks his head on the underside of the freezer as he stands, a beer clutched in each hand like he might be able to use them as projectiles.

There is no threat, though – just Steve, who had apparently failed to catch the screen door before it had shut too quickly behind him. He doesn’t seem to have noticed; he’s just standing there, staring at Eddie, color rising high in his cheeks, eyes wide and shocked, like he’s just been slapped.

Concern wells up from Eddie’s gut, and he opens to his mouth to ask what’s wrong when Steve finally speaks.

“Yeah,” he croaks, “I’m not having fun.”

Eddie’s brows furrow in confusion, the beginnings of cold dread trickling into his veins well ahead of any conscious thought.

“I think I– I think I should go,” Steve says.

He grabs his keys from the side table by the door, where they’ve lived next to Eddie’s and Wayne’s for the last few months whenever he’s been at the house, and then he’s gone again, the screen door banging shut once more behind him.

And Eddie has no idea what just happened, but he knows it wasn’t good. He drops the beers on the counter and bolts out the door after Steve.

Steve is nearly to his car by the time Eddie scrambles down the front steps, and he’s paying absolutely no attention when Eddie calls after him.

“Steve,” Eddie tries again, stumbling to a stop right behind him as he jams his keys into the driver’s side lock. “Steve, for fuck’s sake, what–” he reaches out, wrapping one hand around Steve’s bicep, and Steve jerks out of his grip.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Steve snaps.

Eddie pulls his hand back, but doesn’t step away, entirely baffled by the sudden turn the evening has taken. “What the hell happened back there?”

Steve goes still, grip going lax on his keys. “I heard what you said, Eddie.”

“About – about what? Are you mad I was talking to them about us sleeping together? Because, Steve, they already knew,” Eddie insists, a little incredulous. “You said you were fine with them knowing! You were practically feeling me up in front of them!”

“I don’t give a shit if they know we’re having sex!” Steve hisses, finally whirling around to look at Eddie. “I meant the rest. About how I’m not the kind of guy you have a relationship with.”

Eddie’s stomach sinks. He hadn’t realized that was such a sensitive subject. “I – shit, I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings, I just didn’t think you wanted–”

“About how we’re just having fun,” Steve cuts in, and if he’d sounded raw before, his voice is practically ground down to nothing now.

That brings Eddie up short. “…aren’t we?” he asks after a moment.

Steve says nothing.

“I mean, shit, Steve, it’s not like we’re in a relationship,” Eddie says, offering a little laugh, because even Steve would have to admit that the idea is a little silly.

Except.

Except Steve just glances away, staring at the ground beside Eddie’s feet, and – oh, shit.

“Oh, shit.”

Steve is still unnervingly silent, one arm curled around his middle while the other hand comes up to pinch briefly at the bridge of his nose. He still won’t look at Eddie.

“You… you thought we were,” Eddie says dumbly, and Steve shrugs.

“Can you blame me? We spend all our time together, Eddie. I’m here more than I’m at my own house, I think I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve slept in my own bed in the last month. We go out and do things together, I try to keep things nice around the house because I want Wayne to like me, we have, like, a lot of sex, and– we… I mean, we kiss and touch and just – do shit like that even when it doesn’t lead anywhere.” Steve shrugs helplessly, finally looking up. “I mean, Christ, Eddie, what did you think we were doing?”

“I thought we were friends!” Eddie insists. Steve throws him an incredulous look and Eddie amends, “With benefits!”

“Right.” Steve’s expression flattens back out, going cold and hard and unlike anything Eddie’s become used to from him. “Because I’m not the kind of guy you’d want to have a relationship with.”

“I said that because I thought you didn’t want to be in a relationship!” Eddie snaps. “It’s not like you stay with anyone for very long, so I just assumed you didn’t want to be with anyone.”

Some of the ice retreats from Steve’s face, leaving a watering kind of hurt in its stead. “Do you listen to me at all when I talk?”

“What? Of course I do!” Eddie might have gotten turned around in certain respects, but he will not have his merits as a friend called into question; of course he listens to Steve.

“Are you sure? Because I talk about you an awful lot. I talk about doing things with you, about doing things in the future with you,” Steve says pointedly, “about how I want to stay with you.”

And Eddie had wanted Steve to stay with him, too. He’s just been thinking – well, he’d thought it was because they get along so well, that Steve had wanted to stick around. That it had only made sense.

“We never talked about… being anything else,” Eddie says, the protest a little weak even to his own ears. “I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.”

Steve pulls a sharp breath in, pinching at the bridge of his nose again; he leaves his hand there this time, eyes scrunched shut. “Just a few days ago, I told you how much I liked being with you. How good and how easy it felt compared to anyone else I’ve ever been with,” he says, barely more than a rough whisper. “And you said…”

I like being with you, too.

Eddie had said that.

He’d meant that he likes being around Steve, likes being his friend, definitely likes having sex with him, but he’d said it while combing his fingers through Steve’s hair, while cuddled up with him in bed, and – okay, yes, he can see the mixed signals there. He can see where Steve might have gotten the idea that they didn’t have an arrangement, that they were just together.

“I– I didn’t mean–”

“Obviously,” Steve snaps, dropping his hand from his face and turning back towards his car.

Eddie tsks, frustrated, and reaches out to grab Steve’s wrist – not pulling, just trying to keep his attention.

“Don’t,” Steve warns him, pulling back from his grasp for a second time.

“I didn’t mean to lead you on,” Eddie tries desperately. “I really… I really didn’t.”

“Yeah. I can see that. But Eddie…” Steve is quiet for a moment, posture so tense and still that Eddie suspects he’s not even breathing. “I’m probably the best-qualified asshole around to tell you that you really have to fucking think about how what you’re doing affects the people around you.”

Somehow, that stings more than any screamed insult Steve could have thrown at him.

“Steve…”

“I’ll come get my shit out of your place tomorrow,” Steve says, low and sharp, before getting into his car and slamming the door behind him.

After that, Eddie has no choice but to step back or get run over, and he watches until Steve’s taillights are no longer visible.

He can hear the hissing of some whispered conversation just beyond the door as he trudges back up the front steps, but his friends fall conspicuously quiet the moment he steps inside.

“…hey,” Gareth finally ventures after several seconds of awkward, sticky silence.

“Hey,” Eddie says flatly.

“Do you… want us to stay?” Jeff asks.

Slowly, Eddie shakes his head. “I think I should… I need to– think about shit.”

The boys all nod, throwing him variously sympathetic glances and clapping him on the shoulder on their way out. Oliver pauses, as if he’s going to say something, but Gareth gives him a shove and gets him out the door before he has the chance. Probably for the best.

Eddie feels numb as he trudges back towards his room, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

He flops down on his bed, face landing in a pillow that smells entirely too much like Steve’s shampoo. Probably because it’s on the side of the bed that Steve always takes. Next to the nightstand with the small stack of sports magazines that definitely aren’t Eddie’s. And the spare pair of glasses that also isn’t Eddie’s.

With a low tug in his gut, Eddie realizes how much of Steve’s stuff has crept into his room, into the trailer, into his life – how much Steve has become a part of his life, how much of Eddie’s day has been built around him, how much he’s come to lean on his presence, has come to want him there.

And Steve is going to take it all back sometime soon. Take all of his things away before he removes himself from Eddie’s life, too, because Eddie hadn’t been thinking and he hadn’t been careful and he hadn’t realized–

Eddie’s pretty sure he just broke up with Steve.

He’s also pretty sure he hadn’t wanted to.

His main consolation, as he curls up on his side, nose still buried in Steve’s pillow, is that as soon as Robin hears what happened (and she will hear, he has no doubt), she’ll probably come murder him.

At least he won’t have to wallow for long.

Part 2

[cinnamonest]

Do you ever plan on writing for kazuha and his snake girl cuz that pair literally stole my heart😞

YES omg I love her, our danger noodle, our nope rope, scaled and slithery babygirl

EDIT: forgot to include the link! This is a follow-up to Kazuha's entry in [this post]

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You don't run away.

Eventually, Kazuha felt guilty enough to finally summon the strength to do what he viewed as the right thing — let you out of the cage he had you in, give you the opportunity to walk away and go back into the wilderness. It'll hurt his heart, but he knows you'll most likely run, it's just your nature...

But you don't. You scurry out of the cage, sure, but you don't go running off. You instead shuffle over to him, wrapping your arms around him for comfort... and even after some more time passes, you still stay. And when he starts to walk, you follow. Your face seems nervous and uneasy, but you have no intentions of leaving his side.

It feels good, of course, it's a huge relief and it warms him heart... at the same time, though, he's basically made a wild creature dependent on him, and isn't that usually considered... bad? After all, if someone took an actual, normal wild animal out of nature to be a pet, people would find it distasteful, inhumane, cruel even. They'd say something about how such a creature should be home in the wild where it belongs, how it wasn't made to be kept like this.

And technically, a lot of nations have legislation against taking hybrids out of the wild if they're certain species... so he's probably violating ethics and the law. That's... well, any negative feelings he has on the matter are overridden when you bump your head against him affectionately.

No, those thoughts he was having before are wrong. You want to be with him. He saved you. You're happy. So why should he feel bad? He's doing a good thing.

From that point forward, at least he can rid himself of the guilt of feeling like he was forcing you to be with him, so, nothing left to do at that point but continue on his journey as usual, now with you in tow. He can't cover as much ground as he used to per day, as you walk a bit slower and get tired rather quickly, but... well, that's okay. You're worth it.

There's a few glaring issues with bringing you into any public space, though. For starters, inability to speak, and lack of understanding of certain conventions of normalcy that might cause you to draw attention to yourself. Moreover, now that he's thought over the legal complications, as there's hefty penalties for taking certain creatures out of the wild, he realizes he can't just go get those venom glands removed, he'd be reported, and worst of all, you'd be taken away. He'll have to just take you around where he goes and hope for the best.

But even if he can keep you under control, and make it appear that you're just quiet and shy, there's one other issue that's not dangerous or drastic, very simple and harmless in fact, but a dead giveaway nonetheless: several times per minute, your long, thin, forked tongue flickers out of your mouth. You do it in your sleep even, he would know, he's been woken up by it hitting his face before. It's only for a split second, and if it were only once, it might go unnoticed, but you do it frequently enough that someone would surely notice it very quickly. Also, there's the possibility of you yawning or otherwise opening your mouth wide while surrounded by people, and those fangs would absolutely draw immediate attention.

While he managed to get you to wear a simple cloak, getting your mouth covered is much more of a struggle. He tried a few different means of covering your mouth, letting you wear his scarf and wrapping it over the lower part of your face to see if you'd let it stay... but sure enough, after a moment, you stretched your neck and shook your head a bit to make the fabric fall down onto your collarbones, and immediately proceeded to flick your tongue out into the air. He tried buying one of those masks that covers the lower face and has straps behind each ear, but it seemed to put you in panic as you whimpered and tugged at it, and he couldn't bring himself to put you through any distress.

There was already even one time you two encountered travelers on the road, and it actually seemed to be going very well — he explained your silence with a she's not used to strangers, sorry — right up until you took a few steps towards the other human and, without hesitation, flicked your flat, forked tongue out onto their skin, to better identify the strange creature.

Ah, um, sorry, that's — it's a cultural thing, and, and ah, a-anyway, sorry, we'll be going now—

For whatever reason, your human seemed to be in a hurry to leave that interaction, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you away.

So, he's at an impasse when it comes to how to take care of his traveling needs -- he usually goes into towns every few days or so to get necessities to last until he reaches the next town. He can't just tell you to be quiet and not do anything; you may understand some basic words now, but not nearly enough to communicate complex commands.

In the end, he has to just find a secluded spot, break out and construct the collapsible cage, and leave you in it for a short time. It's very risky, and he knows that, so he's always rushing to get only the absolute bare necessities before hurrying back. He doesn't want to leave you just tied to a post or something again, that could leave you in danger if a predator found you, whereas at least a cage provides a barrier.

The first few times, you flailed and whined. He feels awful, really. I know, I know... I'm really sorry... I'll be back soon, I promise... it's okay... he buys bigger quantities so he won't need to go into town as often, tries to hunt more food, but still, he can't just live off the wilderness indefinitely.

After a while, you start to get nervous every time you come near a human town, you whimper and cling to him as if begging not to be put in the cage... it hurts his heart, too much to bear. So he has no choice — he drags you through the town, keeping you very very close with a very tight grip. You look nervous, but wildly curious, turning your head all different directions. But thankfully, the anxiety you appear to have does mean you don't leave his side. You do still curiously lean over and taste — or, wait, isn't it technically smell...? Taste and smell? Is it both at the same time? — various humans and objects with your tongue. Thankfully it doesn't get too noticed, and he just talks his way out of it — from a shelter, yes, she can't talk... what breed? Ah, well that's... the pet kind...?

Needless to say, he tries to get in and out very fast, and preferably have to speak to as few people as possible. So far there have been no major incidents, save for that one time he let go of your wrist just for a split second to grab something, turned around and panicked when you were gone, only to find you a few yards away at a produce market, looming with wide eyes over a pen full of bird eggs... thankfully he was there in an instant to grab you, lest the otherwise inevitable have happened.

On your travels, though, you actually adjust alright. At first, you were so sniffly and scared when he took you away, but it's soon overridden by awe and wonder and curiosity of the world around you, and adjusting to the places you go. Which he does have to be careful about -- obviously, northern regions are no longer an option for travel without some sort of precaution, you'd freeze fast.

Before, you were in your ideal climate and habitat, but he quickly learns through your travels that you're incredibly sensitive to changes in temperature and humidity. When you're in hot environments, though, you like to lay out in the sun.

One time when you were traversing some desert, he woke up one day to immediate panic at your absence, and ran out of the cave you'd been in, only to find you right outside the entrance, sprawled out on a rock with a content smile, basking in the sun, occasionally turning yourself over like a rotisserie to get sunlight on all your scale patches. Limbs sprawled out, presumably not instinctively knowing what else to do with them, given being half-brained of a creature with no appendages to speak of. You open your eyes and turning your head when he calls out that one word you've gotten used to.

Yes, you do, as of now, respond to that one word he says whenever addressing you, after some conditioning. It just came to him one day, very simple and short, as well as generic and common, and admittedly uncreative. He decided a one-syllable name would be easiest for you to recognize. It's more of a "cute pet name" that you would give an animal but not an actual human, but it's not like you understand what it means. Regardless, if he says it, you perk up and come over to him, so you seem to understand the word's intention and purpose.

But back to regarding the climate, he has to watch out for you at night, and be mindful of the temperature changes that occur in some regions. You're visibly miserable in the cold, start shivering and whimpering even in merely cool temperatures, and gradually become lethargic and unmoving.

The bigger problem is that warm blankets and clothes don't help. As a cold-blooded animal, your body doesn't exude heat, whereas for a human, blankets and clothes trap in the heat that the body creates. For you, clothes and blankets can serve as a barrier from cold winds, but not much else. This does not combine well with the fact that you'll freeze much faster than a person would.

Instead, you require an external heat source, namely fires and his own body that, unlike yours, radiates heat. You do cling to him at night, curling up to his body's warmth... and he doesn't mind that at all. You're not so timid of the fire anymore either. He's even gotten you used to cooked people food, and not... you know, having to watch you butcher poor mice and rabbits and swallow them whole in a rather horrifying dislocation of your jawbone. He tries to block that imagery out of his memory.

...About that, though.

Perhaps in part wanting to get a better grasp on exactly what your venom does, as well as a general curiosity to learn more about you, Kazuha finds himself seeking additional information on your kind.

He manages to scrape enough money together to visit a large bookstore in the continental mainland, scouring around and narrowing down sections to find what he's looking for (all while keeping an eye on you, of course, who is bumbling around the bookshelves with a blank stare)... nonfiction... encyclopedias... science... zoology... there. Index of Teyvat Reptiles. Should be worth the payment, hopefully.

Later that day, once you're back outside, he spends an entire evening sorting through the pages. Table of Contents... Snakes... Land Snakes... by region...

It's split into a page-by-page section where each entry makes note of the species itself as well as characteristics of hybrids for that species.

With each page, he takes a over to you — sitting beside him, staring at the book with eyes wide with curiosity yet blank with complete lack of understanding — and compares it to the illustration for that species.

No, the color of those faint patches of scales on your neck and shoulders doesn't match... no, that one has yellow eyes with pupils, not solid eyes like yours... no, that one is a constrictor...

And then there's one entry towards the very back. The scale color matches your scales and hair. The eyes are like yours. The habitat range shown on the map is very small, but it's the exact place where he found you. It's a short entry without much detail, and it's listed as endangered. There's a brief description and a bullet-point "fun facts" section under the name.

It's actually very endearing, at first. It describes your behavior very accurately, the illustration aligns with what he can tell about you. It's nice to know exactly what you are.

On your end, you're not sure what about this rectangle is so fascinating to the human, but he's been staring at it and moving the little flap pieces for some time now. There's pretty pictures, so it does pique your interest, although you're quickly getting very tired as the sun sets further.

There's a lot of little markings on the paper, which humans use for information, you know that, seeing as your human has on multiple occasions stopped to look at those wooden signs at forks in the road that have similar markings. He seems focused on it, whatever it may be...

For whatever reason, though, he suddenly seems to get a bit stiff, his shoulders tense up. You turn your gaze over to his face, still with that soft smile he always has, but it starts to twitch as his eyes get wider. And wider. And he tenses more. And more. With each movement of his eyes. Must be interesting.

...

Currently holds the title of deadliest reptile known to science. If spotted in residential areas, report to law enforcement or animal control immediately and vacate surrounding premises within one mile; non-professionals should not attempt to approach, kill, or capture. Venom injection to death time for an average adult male is around 10 to 12 seconds.

Fun fact! While these snakes usually hunt small prey, one bite is capable of killing a Sumpter beast.

As soon as his eyes finish reading the last sentence, he turns his head as he feels you shift — your mouth slowly opens into a wide, prolonged yawn, the muscular flex of the action pulling back your upper lip and exposing your long, curved fangs. You make a soft, tired sound when your mouth closes, shuffling closer to him and resting your chin on his shoulder, closing your eyes and letting yourself drift into a half-sleep state, mouth slack-jawed as you breathe onto his neck.

...But your human is twitching. He's tense, stiff. You can feel it, it's only slight, but noticeable nonetheless. This strikes you as odd — usually you're the one that shakes and shivers and trembles whenever the temperature drops to anything below warm, and you don't feel cold at all right now, given you're in a region that's warm even at night. Still, you feel an urge to help fix whatever is wrong.

He flinches a bit when you move. You lift your head up, looking into his eyes and make a soft, concerned sound. But then, you stand and take a few paces over to where all his things are set down, leaning down to rummage for a moment. Before he can follow you or call out to you, you turn back around, blanket in hand, and hurriedly make your way back over. You pull the corners of the blanket open wide and lower yourself back down, lifting and moving one foot so that you stand with one foot on each side of where he sits, and come to rest on his lap, straddling his waist, and pull the blanket back together behind him.

It takes a moment to register, but it clicks. You're doing the same thing he does for you when you're cold. Getting the blanket and holding you close to him. You even outstretch your arms and wrap them around his shoulders, rest your head on his shoulder again.

After a few moments, you pull back, looking at him and making a soft inquisitive sound, as if to check to confirm your efforts of comfort have succeeded.

And he smiles — a twitching smile, but nonetheless assuring. He raises a hand — a shaky, quivering hand — and pats the top of your head.

You soon fall asleep as usual, although he seems to stay awake for some time, more tense than usual. The tension lasts a few days — he tenses up more, flinches at touches, stiffens and swallows heavily and shudders at your touch sometimes, especially when you nuzzle your face against his neck. His hands always curl up into fists so tight they tremble.

But he never pushes you away. Never rejects how you lay your head on his lap, or on his shoulder. Sometimes his breathing gets very heavy when you move in certain ways, but he never rejects your presence. He doesn't quietly leave and run far away while you sleep, like you've sometimes feared. He stays right by your side. Day in, day out.

It's because of that, that he's right there by your side at a critical moment.

He's been mugged before, admittedly. A lot of bandits stake out rural roads, waiting for travelers to pass by that they can rob. In the past, though, he's been alone, and was easily able to blow them away and escape.

But as you pass through the desert, he can tell something is wrong. There's that sense of unease, like being watched. Could be a bandit, but also could be an animal or something... He's very on-guard, looking around, hand gripping his sword handle so it can be unsheathed within a second if needed.

There's a sound — but when he turns his head, it's just some of those desert foxes rummaging through a bush. He sighs, momentary spike in heart rate going down.

And then, you cry out, a sound of panic and distress.

And when he turns his head back, there's a man that has you in a hold from behind, arm around your chest, knife hovering above your neck. Your hands pull at his to no avail, your eyes are wide and quickly watering. You make high-pitched squealing sounds.

Give me everything you got on you. Don't try anything.

A-ah, yes, hang on. I'll get it, just... just don't...

His hands tremble, but he fetches the mora he has on him within an instant... and you, you don't grasp the nonverbal message to stay still the way a human would, you're thrashing and your feet are kicking and the man says in a gruff voice to hold still, you dumb bi—

But his words cut off.

Kazuha only hears it, as his eyes are focused on his hands pulling the coin pouch out of his pockets, but when it falls to silence, he freezes, slowly turning his head upward.

There's a moment of silence in which all present parties are frozen stiff, expressions ranging from the man's bewildered expression and your human's in wide-eyed shock — but you can't see either, both from how you've turned your head to the side, as well as how your own eyes are squeezed shut from the force of your jaw chomping down on the man's jugular.

A few more seconds pass. There's a dull thud when the knife hits the sand, and, after a moment, your own startled cry as you go down, the man's weight collapsing on top of you, sending you falling forward face-down onto the sand.

The bandit's body is heavy on top of yours, your body flat on your stomach. You wriggle and writhe, digging your elbows and clawing your fingers into the sand in an effort to crawl out from underneath it, but the composition of the sand means both actions merely cause your arms to sink into and flail in the sand that gives way to any pressure.

You turn your head up, sniffling with tears running down your face as you whimper pitifully.

Ka...Ka-thu-haa....

Your human is standing there, frozen and wide-eyed, but hearing your voice seems to make him snap out of the momentary stunned stupor.

He doesn't hesitate to hurry over to you. Drops down to his knees, pulls you out from underneath the body... gives said body a firm nudge with his foot that sends it tumbling down an incline of sand, obscuring it from immediate view from the road. You sniffle and wrap your arms and legs around him.

He's tense again. He's stiff, there's a slight tremble in his hands... but still, he doesn't move away. He keeps stroking your back up and down in a soothing motion, saying soft-spoken words you don't understand but can tell are meant to comfort you. He holds you there until you can walk again, and spends the whole night fretting over you, seemingly upset when you have a bruise from the incident.

From then on, you're very afraid of any human other than your own. They're scary creatures.

When you run into any on the road, you immediately cower behind him, grab onto him and squeeze your eyes shut, making soft distress noises. And when he drags you into towns — which you now protest, often whimpering all the while — you cling to him. He realizes you're looking to him to protect you, as if he's the deadlier force between you two, which you, for some reason, seem to believe to be the case.

As for you, in your mind, he is all that stands between you and certain death from a predatory human that would otherwise certainly get you and eat you if not for him. You've only killed rabbits and other rodents before, you don't think you could kill a human by yourself. You presume your human played a role in taking care of the bad human, probably stabbed him with the sword when you had your eyes shut. And he saved you from being crushed by the body, too. You would surely perish without his protection.

This is especially true as, you are now beginning to realize, humans are incredibly violent and powerful entities. You never noticed it before, but now you realize almost all the humans carry weapons on them. They are predatory creatures with innate natures so violent, that they attack so viciously and randomly as you have witnessed firsthand. Being a human living among other humans must be constantly frightening, they could attack at any second and you'd be done for. You've seen lots of predators, but they have to chase and repeatedly claw at prey, they don't have the same ability to stab and slash and kill so quickly, like humans with their tools.

But thankfully, you have a good one, and you trust your human will keep you safe. He's smart and strong and can talk to the other humans.

They're very scary. Unpredictable creatures that can choose to kill at a moment's notice, in an instant. It's a good thing there are no other such creatures capable of that, at least none that you can think of.

[jungjungmochi]

Friendships + Having to leave - The Group Chat

Part One >

- BigT, Isaacwhy, Softwilly, Yumi, Larrrycroft, Grunk

- Reader and boys share fluff about their friendship!

- With some angst of leaving!

- Cute ideas, updates, and continuous from times you met!

- remember the reader has no based gender! Not descriptive in any way!

⤓ Headcanon’s Down Below

BigT ((Tanner))

Your friendship with tanner became very important to you as it grew closer

But having to leave Austin Texas was hard for you both

From the point on at the party, overtime you grew closer to Tanner, you two hung out a lot at the house and around Austin. Blake and you were still best friends of course and if anything he was happy you were getting along with the guys. Recalling some times you and Tanner spent together such as the time you two were awake at 4 am, going to bother Nick, or the time you two snuck all the snacks in the room to binge eat and left Isaac to assume grocery shopping never happened. Or when you two went to Lego and bought a bunch of sets to put together, it was good. Being able to come into the stream and greet everyone before talking to them a bit. The duo that everyone made edits about and loved, the friendship that you treasured most of all. The way you were able to love all the boys and include them in things you and Tanner did together.

But good things come to an end, and here you are, biting back tears from your two monthly stay. It was time to go home, you couldn’t avoid work and you had bills and responsibilities too. You let the boys go out and stayed behind to pack but the tears still prickled in the corner of your eyes. You didn’t wanna leave, you got comfortable and you’ll miss all the things you did with Tanner, but your bags were packed, closed and waiting by the door. The noise of the boys entering had echoed as you turned to them. “All packed…” you mumbled as Blake smiled. “Already? Wish you could stay longer.” He said as you nod your head. “Fair enough. Me too.” You faked a smiled. Blake nods his head as Isaac had given you a side hug. “Be safe on the road.” He nods his head. “Of course” you hugged back. “I’ll carry the bags outside.” Tanner cleared his throat.

Though you spent time telling the boys bye, you knew you were fighting having to see Tanner who hadn’t come back in after taking the bags to the car. That’s when Blake insisted you go before it was late and you did, walking to the car as Tanner leaned against it before opening his arms. “I’m gonna miss you.” You latched your arms around him as he did the same. “Me too….two months was a nice stay for us.” He hums. Something about the hug lingered. “I’m…” your voice shook, Tanner heard it, he knew. “Oh Y/n” he said as he rubbed your back. Something about having to let you go, it hurt. Of course the drive was something but you both knew you wouldn’t have much time to see them with the work you had to do when you returned.

Eventually you two pulled apart, the comforting silence between you both now that you both established the feeling of watching you go. Tanner knew you had to go but he wanted you to stay, he grew too close to you amongst the two months you stayed. Blake couldn’t help but watch you both, seeing the ache on your faces. He felt bad for Tanner and you both, he watched as you two developed your friendship just for you to head right back home. “Be safe. Alright?” He said as you hum. “And you be safe too. And do not cause too much noise.” You joked as he ruffled your hair. Eventually that smile faded as you opened the car door, you two waved bye as you got in, Tanner walking to the door. He watched, the door close, the car start. You made eye contact one last time before you backed out, he frowned, and off you went. Blake opened the door as he frowned. “They’ll be back tanner…I’m sure” he said. “Yeah…” he mumbled before walking in with his head down.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, trying not to look back at the house. You met amazing people, and you wish you could’ve lived close by to avoid that ache you two felt. The ride home was a headache, and all you could stare at was the photo of Tanner and you, both drunk off your asses but that smile was bright, that bond was there. And you hoped you’d make many more memories.

Isaacwhy ((Isaac))

Both of you bonded and became close outside of your job

Sadly Isaac had to leave and it was not easy

Both you and Isaac had gotten closer to the point he’d pick you up from your job sometimes and take you out to hang out with him. Often you’d do shopping trips which involved with him taking things off higher shelves for you and the two of you playfully bickering in the car on the way to his place or yours. The bond between you two grew stronger, the boys didn’t know that though, they simply had no clue that Isaac was getting closer to someone. But Isaac had to leave today, travel with the boys to twitch con, this left you clueless for a while until he walked into your job. He spotted you serving a table.

The lump in his throat was stopping him, he didn’t know why, he didn’t have a hard time actually leaving. But he knew he couldn’t ghost you without the explanation since you had high hopes to go out this weekend and hang out again, this time taking Isaac to skate. But he didn’t want you to put the plans on hold, he did want to enjoy you and both twitch con but he knew deep down, in his heart, he couldn’t take you along with him. “Oh, Isaac.” You smiled at him as you walked over. “I was just about to take a break, and call you to ask about skating!” Your tone was holding the enthusiasm something that Isaac didn’t want to hurt. “Actually. Let’s go talk…” he cleared his throat. “Okay?”

This made both you and Isaac go outside and sit in his car, the silence taking over you two. Though you wanted to ask, he seemed focus, perhaps he was finding the right words to speak to his best friend, who he made plans with and would now have to let down, even though he agreed to it. He mentally cursed himself, how could he just agree to it and now let you down?. He didn’t like himself at the moment for the possible disappointment he would weigh on your shoulders. “I’m flying out to twitch con and it’s usually three days.” He said as you hummed. “Three days? Really? Isaac that’s not an issue.” You chuckled lightly. He seemed confused, why weren’t you upset? He completely agreed to your idea for the weekend, which caused you to reject friends for the weekend just to make time together.

“You aren’t?” He asked. “Sure. Skating would’ve been fun and all that…” you smiled softly. “I took time off…I’ll spend it doing something else. You go have fun at twitch con. We’re friends Isaac. Nothing more. I’m not gonna throw a fit.”. Though your tone sounded assuring and encouraging, deep down you were frowning. Everything was not going to plan for either of you but it was fine, Isaac really wanted to go and you couldn’t deprive him. “I should get back to my shift. You be safe out there Isaac.” You said. That’s all he heard before he listened to the door close, perhaps a little more harsh than earlier. Yeah. Confirmation he was right, you really weren’t okay with the way he dropped on you suddenly.

That time on the flight sucked, he sat in silence and he couldn’t even text you or talk to you. He knew you were upset and space was best, three days wasn’t bad. You didn’t care it was three days, but he knew you cared he dropped you and ditched. The amount of hatred he felt for having to make you upset, he wished he had never agreed to your plans to avoid the ache you truly felt.

Softwilly ((Nick))

Streaming and hanging out as much with him brought you two closer

Sadly, you wouldn’t be back due to the hate, and possible leaked information. This causes nick, to speak his opinion.

Overtime, both you and Nick got closer, your videos together were doing good as well as both your channels, accounts, and the streams too. But even away from the camera, you two did everything, almost everything together. Showing off your happy and beautiful friendship with one another, going into public and having no shame. Both of you did truly love and care for one another and you did enjoy nick on and off camera, he was a joy for you to be around. And maybe that’s why you couldn’t expose the truth of your own situation. With love, comes hate, it’s true, and you asked everyone online to not attack you and Nick for your friendship, to not leave rude comments towards you both. And if they had an issue, it was okay to block. But it got worse, the idea of you possibly getting outed on your information to the world. Twitter was always a cruel place, you knew that and you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Nick, you guys didn’t live far from one another. And you refused to let Nick get caught up into the situation.

Now here you stood, bags packed into the car, door to your house locked. Slamming the trunk close as you looked at the notifications online, you became a joke to the internet, a cruel joke. It hurt, something you wanted to close out, you didn’t care before but with the threats reaching Nick. It became too much for you. They mentioned your weight, your face, making fun of you. It hurt a lot. A lot. And now you had no choice but to wonder why the vehicle parked outside your house was nick. “Y/n.” He said as he closed the door “why didn’t you tell me? I had to find out through my friends.” He said. Here it comes, the reveal. The way he caught on, he knew, now you were running, did this make you truly weak?. “Nick. It’s just safe for us both right now. You know people online are cruel and if anyone finds us, I’m scared they’ll harm you because of me.” You frowned. “Yeah! And I’m worried about you!” Nick said. You could hear the frustration in his tone, he truly wasn’t okay.

“We’re best friends. Y/n. I can’t sit here and watch the internet threaten you. My real fans, who love me. Will love you! They love our friendship! But at the end of the day. I love our friendship and it means more to me than some click on the subscribe button, more to me than money.” He frowned slightly. He didn’t want you to go, Nick felt like deep down all this could’ve worked out, could’ve been better. “Don’t throw your career away for it.” You said. “I’m not. But I’m not letting you just run away forever or for months, a year. I can’t watch you go without knowing that those people are mean but what they say about us isn’t true. You’re my friend…I’ve always treated you like a person.” He hugged you as you hugged back, soaking in the touch of your best friend before you would have to part ways. As much as you didn’t wanna go, you knew it was probably safe.

The time spent between you two went on for a while. But now you had to say Bye, and deep down you wanted cry and stay by his side. Your best friend meant more to you than anyone, now you’d have to let him go. “I’ll see you…some time alright?” You frowned. “Of course. Bye…Y/n.” He shakes his head. You couldn’t help but notice nick watching you, he watched as you took off from the house, glancing at your car. This wasn’t what he wanted and he’d voice it.

So that night, Nick sat in his room, speaking to his audience. “Y/n and I are friends…that’s what I’m gonna start off saying. And next I’ll say to please love and treasure them. I do. My friend left, I can’t say where but they left. For safety reasons. Now I will say. You don’t…need to overstep the boundaries. I make my friends, and you all have to accept that, with no control of my choices…”. The video went on for hours, but he needed his point to be made while he was missing you.

Yumi ((Blake))

You guys were attached, close to one another and happy with your friendship

Sadly you had to go away and his joking was trying to lift your spirits, it was harder to say goodbye than you both thought

After staying with the guys a bit, you realized how nice it was to have one another, the friendship between you two was by far one of the best things to ever happen. With the jokes and laughs, being able to listen in on the prank calls and the way he changed the tone of his voice. The way you two could be comfortable enough, even relaxing on some days, sitting in to watch movies or tv. You were happy about it, to be able to spend time with him and the two of you getting along with no issues. Eventually you had a talk with your mom, who said you’d have to fly out back home because she needed you there for a few months. Ouch. Thats what you felt deep down, you already agreed to spend more time with Blake and now you’d have to deliver the news that you’d be gone for months. Five months max at that.

When you told Blake, he laughed and joked about it. Of course you would smile here and there at his jokes and even on the way to the airport, he couldn’t help but laugh in the driver seat. You two discussed a lot but deep down Blake was really biting back the urge to beg you to stay. He didn’t wanna spend five months without you, knowing he won’t hear from you much, it hurt deep down. But he wanted to get rid of your sadness and he did his attempt to crack a smile with a simple joke. Something you did break to and he knew deep down that smile would be missed for the months you’d be apart with possibly no contact.

Now here you two stood, at the airport, your arms latched around him tightly as you took in his touch, his scent, the feeling of knowing him. You were gonna miss the countless times you stayed up, doing stupid things together and the way you both would laugh at his prank calls or the way he would laugh at yours when it failed. “You let me know when you land okay?” He spoke as you nod your head. “I’ll let you know…” you said. Something about wanting to Cling to him forever had stuck with you. “God I’m gonna miss you.” You said, pulling back from the hug. Your eyes glanced up at him. “I know you probably feel this is stupid to say, but I just wish we could’ve spent more time together. And invited nick like usual.” You mumbled. Blake couldn’t help but frown, now it was settling in, the goodbye’s for a bit. It was now all hitting him and he wish he could’ve done something about it.

“It’s not stupid. I think missing each other is normal. Everyone misses someone.” He assured. You hum in response as you glance around. “See you when my five months is up?” You raised a brow. He gave a soft smile as he nods his head. “Promise.”. It was a bit rough to watch you walk away with your luggage, but he had no choice. He did miss you, already. And he hoped you’d come back sooner more than later.

Larrrycroft ((Larry))

The two of you had gotten closer while being neighbors

Sadly Larry was leaving for a while, you could only imagine though how hard this would be for you

Being neighbors wasn’t bad, if anything you would go over to hang out or Larry and the others would come over to your place. You often invited them to dinner if you guys cooked large meals, to come over and swim in the large pool, to come play games or go out places and you all agreed to ride in separate cars. It was the best time for Larry to have time with you, being able to be yourselves with no issues, the two of you enjoyed that. The countless photos and videos you two took of one another doing things together or something stupid in the store. Even the guys noticed Larry loved his friendship but now Larry would be leaving, and you knew that. He didn’t have to tell you he was going, or find a way to word it, Isaac said it. Made it clear they’d be traveling and they might not be home after awhile. The issue wasn’t them leaving but the issue being your attachment to Larry. Finding comfort in him or the way you two had plans and now you’d have to go those reserved places alone.

“You’re all packed!” You smiled softly as you zipped up his bags. “Thanks for the help.” Larry nods his head. He invited you over to come help him pack his bags. “So, you guys are moving on to bigger things huh?” The tone of your voice asking that was soft but the small shake in it insisted while you were proud, you were sad. “I mean I’m happy for you Larry! Seriously! I just wasn’t expecting you to leave so soon.” You hummed softly. Larry nods his head, he was happy about leaving, but Larry wasn’t a mean person all the way around and even if he didn’t show it, he worried and cared for your feelings. You guys were friends after all. “I’ll be back in no time. I wouldn’t worry too much.” Larry assured or at least tried to assure your spiraling nerves. “Can I take you to the airport?” You asked. Larry sighed as he nods his head. “Sure.”

The trip there was comforting silence but also the heavy presence of your emotions, you felt bad, not wanting Larry to feel the heavy presence or feel he was pressured to choose. You’d want him to choose his dreams over your friendship any day. When you arrived to the airport, you couldn’t help but feel like crying but you bit back that emotion to speak to him. “You be safe alright.” You reached over, hugging Larry as he returned the hug. “I’m gonna miss you.” He said. “I’m gonna miss you too Larry.” You frowned.

Watching Larry get out the car, take his bags and head inside with one last wave to you. It hurt. Seeing him go in, doors closing behind him. You weren’t expecting the ache to settle in, to feel this intense. This was going to be harder than you thought.

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Thank you guys for reading! I’ll update more than TGC! But for now! I hope you enjoy this post and don’t forget you can send in request!♥️

[bts-bay-bee]

ruin you 4 (ruined)

Pairing: jeon jungkook x fem. reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 3309

Warnings: unedited work, they’re on a trip (me projecting because I want to be the one on a trip), loss of virginity (finally!), jungkook is a sweetheart, protected sex, oral (fem. receiving) fingering, making out, crying kink (it’s the last part of the story, I feel like I need to include this bc it was one of the prompts from the first part), light spit play, the “you want me? go ahead and have me” thing from his live,

A/N: this would’ve been done three days ago if my upstairs neighbour wasn’t being a dick. Also, this is unedited, so I’ll come back and edit it this weekend. If you see any mistakes, please read through them for the time being! Also also, this is my last fic on tumblr! You can check out my pinned post if you’re curious as to why I’m leaving. This is the 4th time ive tried posting this. i feel like im about to go insane. i think its the tag list??? ill start tagging people in like... an hour or so

“Taehyung’s car had to be towed, they’ll only be here tomorrow.” Jungkook complained, throwing his phone onto the coffee table after reading the text thread.

 “Ugh, can’t believe I’m stuck with you for like twelve hours.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you dodged the decorative pillow being thrown in your general direction. “I was joking, you big baby.”

 “And to think I was happy to have you alone for a while.” He sighed, pulling you down so that you were sprawled on top of him, unable to move in his tightening grip. There was once a time where Jungkook would flush red for days at the thought of just hugging you a second too long, but he was evidently long past that.

 You indulged him for a while, letting him move you in whichever position he was most comfortable in, and you eventually ended up beneath him, both your necks craned to keep an eye on the random show he had put on.

 Absentmindedly, you had begun scratching his scalp gently, the continuous and gentle motion quickly nudging him into an almost comatose state, only barely reacting when you spoke to him.

 “Jungkook?” You mumbled, drowsiness getting the best of you, probably the only reason why you were so nonchalantly bringing this up randomly. “Can we talk?”

 “What’s wrong?” He asked, cracking open a single eye to blearily focus on you.

 “So, I’ve been thinking…” You responded, swallowing the uncertainty away. “I want you to take my virginity.”

 “I know, we’ve spoken about this.” Jungkook frowned, his sleepiness ebbing away just as fast as it had come. “Why are you suddenly thinking about it?”

 “I mean, like… I want you to take it now.”

 Jungkook’s eyebrows almost shot up completely into his hairline as he choked on his own spit. Scrunching up your face, pushing away a spluttering Jungkook away from you, he was all but yelling at you.

 “Y/N, you can’t just say things like that when I’m literally on top of you –”

 “Well, that’s why I brought it up!” You defended, confused with his reaction. You take back what you said earlier; he evidently was not past his awkward phase. “It felt nice.”

 “Yeah, it did, and now we won’t be able to cuddle because I’m going to keep thinking about sleeping with you!” He grumbled, moving to the other couch, as if he was trying to put a decent amount of distance between you.

 With hurt evident on your face, you stared at him for a second in disbelief.

 “You say it like it’s a bad thing!”

 “It is when we’re in a town that we don’t know, with no condoms on hand! We don’t even know where the drug store is to get them! Or even Plan B!”

 Pursing your lips, you scowled at him. “Is that the only reason why you won’t sleep with me? We have no condoms?”

 “That, and I’m not letting you lose your virginity on a couch.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair, tugging on the ends in frustration. “I want you, but you deserve better than sofa sex.”

 “Then let’s go to one of the rooms,” You whined, standing up and pulling his hands gently. He gritted his teeth, annoyance shining through his features.

 “Are you not listening to me? We don’t have –”

 “We do, just come with me.”

 Ignoring his spluttering and (many) questions, you walked to the room you had claimed for the trip, rummaging through your hastily packed suitcase for the condoms you had purchased on a whim.

 “So, you planned this?” Jungkook asked, eyes narrowing in faux suspicion. “Did Tae’s car really have to be towed or did you just tell them to stay away?”

 “Your dick isn’t special enough to have a whole grand scheme, Jungkook.” You sighed exasperatedly while shoving your bag onto the floor. “Sorry to break the news to you.”

 “You don’t know, you haven’t had it yet.” He teased, pulling you down onto the bed. Rolling your eyes, you wondered if he had always been this annoying; you also wondered why you were so helplessly endeared by his foolishness. You froze after you realised you had been grinning at his stupid teasing. Well, that, was problem for another day.

 “Shut up and fuck me.” You grumbled, avoiding his eyes, unsure of how you would face him after being so brash.

 He clicked his tongue, ignoring your sudden shyness to pull you over him, forcing you to spread your thighs far apart to straddle him.

 “I promise I won’t be insufferable for the rest of tonight.” He promises, large hands running soothingly over your waist. You hummed in response (severely doubting how he could keep that promise, but whatever), your own hands resting on his shoulders, itching to cradle his face.

 “Kiss?” Your request came out mumbled, probably inaudible, but he indulged you.

 One of you sighed into the kiss, but with how close you were to one another, it was impossible to tell who it was. Regardless, you settled in, letting Jungkook’s tongue flit over yours, one of his hands coming up to your cheek to hold you closer.

 Leaning back into the pillows, his grip on your cheek and waist forced you to move downwards with him, suddenly crowding him with your familiar, sweet-scented perfume. In fear of falling onto him (which may have probably killed any sort of atmosphere you had going on), you pressed your hand into his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles move under your touch.

 “You know, I still have a promise to make good on,” He mumbled onto your lips. You hummed in response, not in the slightest caring about whatever he was talking about. “Been thinking about eating you out ever since I saw you ride your pillow.”

 Okay, maybe you should care about what he was talking about.

 You tried not to think back to the last time you and Jungkook had fooled around, you really did. You should burn with shame or embarrassment whenever you think about that phone call, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to.

 Remembering his words, guiding you through your first orgasm alone, promising you lewd things, you often found yourself wanting to phone him again, just for a repeat of that. But you always talk yourself out of it before you could even go to his contact on your phone.

 Now, with Jungkook under you, his eyes wide, almost pleading to eat you out, you still couldn’t find it in yourself to feel shame.

 “Okay.” You whispered, trying your hardest not to smile at his barely contained happiness. He quickly sat back up again, tossing his shirt off before tugging your own off.

 “I know you want this, but if you want to stop, just tell me, okay?” Jungkook murmured, pulling off your pants gently. You nodded, too focused on watching him settle between your legs to give any other indication that you had heard him.

 Quickly spreading your legs, he left a trail of soft, light kisses along your inner thighs, hooking his fingers in between your skin and underwear, gently dragging the material down the length of your legs.

 “Pretty…” Jungkook mumbled, mouthing at your inner thigh, his sucking definitely leaving more than just goosebumps behind.

 After leaving enough marks, he pushed your thighs up to his shoulders, his arms holding onto your propped up legs, forcing you to keep them open.

 “Still good, sweetheart?” He asked, eyes flinting over to you, finally looking at the way you had attempted to control your breathing. Mercifully, he didn’t say anything about the speed in which your chest had been rising, nor did he say anything about the glazed-over look in your eye, but he gave you a small smile. “Stay with me, yeah? Can I go further?”

 “Uh-huh.” You mumbled, reaching out to grab the bed sheets in an attempt to ground yourself. Noticing this, he couldn’t help but grin, reaching out his hand from under your thigh and holding it tightly. “I’m okay, Kook. Promise.”

 He hummed, breath fanning over your over sensitised skin. Placing a kiss over your mound, Jungkook then used his free hand to spread apart your folds, his tongue immediately contacting your clit.

 Barely acknowledging your gasp by lazily looking up at you, he quickly closed his eyes again, savouring the pure taste of you completely coating his tastebuds. Breathing out through his nose, the trickle of air made you even more sensitive than what you already were, your grip on his hand tightening.

 Changing up again, he enveloped your clit with his lips, his plushness sucking gently enough to make you lay back against the pillows entirely. Jungkook let his spit dribble onto your exposed folds, letting it drip down to your fluttering core, before using his free hand to slowly push his spit in.

 Trying his best to open you up slowly on a single finger, you appreciated his caution with you, his face showing just how serious he was about making sure you were okay. Even though you knew he wouldn’t tease you about anything you two had done tonight, you felt ashamed because you didn’t feel embarrassed by anything that had happened. You always thought this was going to be the most embarrassing moment of your life, but somehow, everything just felt right, and you–

 “Are you done looking at me like I hung up the stars?”

 God, even with his tongue on your clit and fingers shoved up you, he was still annoying.

 “You’re such an asshole sometimes,” You complained, opting to look up at the ceiling instead of at him.

 “Can this asshole add another finger?” He asked casually, the single finger in you never ceasing movement. Taking your silence as a yes, he easily slipped a second finger in, mouth going slack seeing how well you opened up for him. “Fuck, babe, see how well you’re opening up for me? Pretty pussy dripping all over my fingers.”

 You let out an involuntary whimper, absolutely loving the words spilling out of his mouth. He looked up at you, face full of cockiness, his fingers moving much quicker now. Unhooking his arm around your thigh, he moved up the bed, face coming right above yours.

 “Do you know how fucking wet you just got, baby?” He murmured into your ear. “Do you like it when I talk to you like this? Like being my good girl, being perfect for me?”

 He had slipped in a third finger in the middle of his sentence, barely being acknowledged by you because you were already so far gone in your pleasure, his voice only making everything hotter.

 “Kookie, don’t want to cum on your fingers.” You breathed, forcing yourself to open your eyes and look at him. He hummed non-committedly, ignoring your request and speeding up his fingers.

 “Where do you want to cum then, pretty?” He cooed, enjoying seeing you struggle to keep your focus on him. “On my tongue? Want me to lick up every drop of you?”

 “No!” You gasped, gripping his wrist so that he couldn’t fuck you open on his fingers anymore. “Cock please. Give it to me. Let me cum with you, please?”

 Jungkook said nothing, opting to kiss you hard, his tongue immediately coming into your mouth and licking in every corner it could reach. He pulled his fingers out of you, blindly reaching across the bed to find the pack of condoms you had haphazardly pushed away.

 “I wish I could’ve seen you buy these.” He panted, shoving off his pants after successfully locating the box. You grinned, admittedly tired, but ignoring your fatigue in favour of seeing him pull down his tight boxers, muscled thighs begging to have your hands over them. “You would’ve been so cute, all shy and embarrassed.”

 “Can you not call me cute while I’m waiting to be fucked?” You scowled, watching him unroll the condom over his length. Much like the first time you had seen his length, you felt saliva pool in the corners of your mouth, forcing yourself to remember to swallow. “Can I suck your dick?”

 “I thought you wanted to cum together?” He teased, propping open your legs again and gently wiping away stray strands of hair from your face. “I thought you were being romantic?”

 “I mean… Later. After. You know.” You spluttered, your brain not working at all after being touched so tenderly. He raised his eyebrow, a fighting off the grin on his face but he said nothing.

 He leaned up, the tip of his length catching against your entrance, and kissed you gently.

 “Still okay, baby?” He whispered, right hand running up and down your side as you squirmed. “Ready for me?”

 You nodded, bringing both your hands to the back of his head and tugging him down so that you could kiss him again. Feeling him slowly push into you, you had to remind yourself to breathe evenly, ignoring the dull ache of being properly stretched out, instead focusing on licking into Jungkook’s mouth.

 It felt as his length was burning you into two, his girth something you had evidently overlooked. Nonetheless, you tightened your legs around his waist, keeping him in place for a while, letting you get used to the sensation of having him in you.

 “Holy, fuck.” He breathed, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “Shit, you feel so warm and tight, and – fuck, Y/N.”

 Giving an experimental thrust after a few moments, he all but preened after hearing a small moan come from your parted lips. Quickly moving his mouth over yours, he swallowed every sound you made, forcing himself to let you adjust to being properly filled before he moved anymore.

 “Jungkook?” You mumbled, feeling boneless. He hummed, moving his kisses down to your jaw. “Want you.”

 “You want me?” He chuckled, breathless. You nodded helplessly, trying to get him to move. “Go ahead and have me, baby. I’m yours.”

 With that, his hands engulfed your own, holding them onto the bed as he begun properly thrusting into you, albeit small ones. Your breathing changed, somehow becoming even more ragged than they already were, but he took it in stride.

 His thrusts didn’t hurt perse, but there was the slightest discomfort, which had been greatly offset by how he slowly pushed his pelvic bone against your clit; the added sensation enough for you to throw your head back against the pillow.

 After a while of doing this, Jungkook snapped his head up to focus on your half-closed eyes, kissing the corner of your mouth.

 “Okay, baby?” He panted, muscles visibly tensing from holding himself back. “Can I go faster?”

 Nodding frantically, he bit down a chuckle, knowing that laughing mid-thrust was probably the fastest way to get him from the bed to the floor. He was ripped out of his thought when you let out a high-pitched moan, forcing him to get harder.

 “Always sound so pretty for me, hmm?” He mumbled, sweat starting to shine on his skin from his exertion. His skin kept hitting yours, not that you could complain, but the sounds in the room were absolutely filthy.

 You knew if you looked down, you’d find yours and his thighs reflecting the tiniest bits of light from having your arousal everywhere, but you were too embarrassed to do so. Acknowledging how wet you were meant acknowledging how much you liked this side of Jungkook; asking him to be your first had definitely ruined you for other men. Your mind was getting foggier with each time he thrusted into you, but he’d ruined your expectations for everything in a partner. You already knew that no one would compare to him.

 “Jungkook?” You mumbled, small moans escaping you with every thrust. He hummed, hips still smacking into yours, causing you to jolt up the bed. “Close…”

 “Close to coming for me, sweetheart?” He groaned, sneaking his hand between your bodies, thumbing at your clit. Grinning when he felt you clench around him, you tried to blink away the tears you felt burning at the back of your eyes.

 “Want to cum so bad,” You babbled, gasping when he started thrusting harder after seeing your eyes well up with tears. “Jungkook, please–”

 “Keep your eyes open,” He panted, length twitching inside of you, seeing the first tear fall down your face. “You said you wanted to cum with me, right?”

 Nodding quickly, hands running up his arms to anchor yourself, you felt yourself teeter on the edge, so close to coming that you felt almost delirious. He started thrusting deeper, pushing out more tears and inaudible moans out of you.

 With sweat beading on his forehead, he panted out a couple curses. “Fuck, Y/N, cum for me. You look so pretty like this, all fucked out. Been so good for me, so perfect–”

 You came in the middle of his sentence, your moaning and panting cutting him off as your core muscles clenched around him. Feeling boneless, you were so lost in your own high that you didn’t even realise he had tensed up above you, groaning your name straight into your ear, filling the condom with his cum.

 After a few minutes, Jungkook sat up to face you, his chest still rising unevenly. “Are you feeling okay, baby?”

 Nodding, you tried smiling at him, but you don’t know if your tiredness allowed it. “Feel amazing.” You mumbled, cradling his cheek with one hand.

 “You look so pretty when you cry.” He said softly. You breathed out through your nose, laughter bubbling on your tongue. “I don’t know if it’s a fucked up thing to like, but I like knowing I give you so much pleasure that you don’t know how to handle it.”

 “You’ve had a thing for me crying ever since you taught me how to go down on you,” You teased, pushing strands of his hair back. “Going down on you didn’t exactly give me the pleasure you’re talking about.”

 “You just look really pretty after I’ve ruined you.” He poked back, kissing your fingertips. You tried not to roll your eyes at his cockiness, but you couldn’t help but agree with him.

 “Yeah,” You sighed, thinking back to how your realised no one could ever match up to him. “You kind of have ruined me, you know? Where am I supposed to find a boyfriend who holds my hand while they eat me out? You’ve ruined me for everything after you.”

 Jungkook paused, contemplating his next words carefully, before sighing, gathering the courage.

 “I can be your boyfriend who holds your hand and eats you out,” he said softly, forcing himself to look at you. “I want to be your boyfriend. I want to hold your hand even when I’m not eating you out.”

 You tried supressing your giddy grin, but obviously failed, after seeing Jungkook whine at you.

 “Stop laughing at me while I still have my dick in you!”

 “I’m not!” You defended, giggles skipping through your throat, unable to suppress your joy. “I’m just trying to think of a way to remind my boyfriend that he promised I could suck his–”

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Figured I would make a post of all my various FFXIV OC's.

Warning: There are more than just these 4, those are just the big ones. Also, this is like 5 years' worth of weekly RP with my FC, and we very much leaned into the absurd over-the-top fantasy of the FF series. So, like... boy HOWDY is this gonna be a lot. Edit after finishing writing this draft: it was far more than I thought oh my god I forgot how bullshit all of this was. However I added a clear indicator of where you can skip the most bullshit parts.

(All infoblocks are how the character would describe themselves. Summaries are (mostly) my own words, unless I think its really funny to not do so.)

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I also have redacted a lot of info about other people's characters cause I'm not entirely comfortable sharing all of them here. So the names of other characters, and also my FC's name, are entirely removed. I've also tweaked some of the details slightly, mostly just the timing of certain events, and combining/removing a couple of the T'alia's (yes there used to be more). Also spoilers for a few bits of MSQ, but does include things up to the end of Endwalker.

If you don't want what is basically a summary of a four year long RP campaign, you can get the short version by just reading the entries for the four characters listed above.

Name: T'sraetn Slein Race: Miqo'te/Garlean (Mixed race) Clan: Seeker of the Sun Gender: Cis(ish) Woman (She/Her)

T'sraetn was born in the capital city of Garlemald, child of a garlean scientist, Varrick lux Slein, and a miqo'te conscript-engineer, T'alia Raio. Her father was researching the Echo, trying to find ways to replicate its effects with a garlean soul. When the Garlond Ironworks rebelled and fled for Eorzea, T'sraetn's family fled with them, though Varrick was killed in the process, his research stolen by his former boss, Aulus mal Asina.

T'sraetn became fascinated by all forms of magic in Eorzea, following the paths of the Arcanist before branching out to other fields. She continued to find stronger and stronger opponents to test her magical prowess against, eventually awakening to the Echo and being recruited to the Scions.

The events of 1.0 through Stormblood happen relatively the same as they do in the game, though T'sraetn went missing after the battle with Shinryu. She reappeared once again after the events of Shadowbringers 5.3 (sort of, see below), now sporting several cybernetic augments throughout her body, with all of her limbs being fully cybernetic.

She initially had no issues with her augments, barring a few exceptions. However, after the events of Endwalker, she grew to hate them. She believed these augments were the only thing that allowed her to survive her fight against Zenos and that he should have been the one to walk away from their final confrontation. She eventually underwent a dangerous procedure to remove her augments and replace her limbs with vat-grown cloned organic transplants.

T'sraetns version of the Echo manifests it in a bizarre temporal distortion. Time feels as if it passes differently for her, with her experiencing weeks or months in the span of time that others claim to only experience days. In combat, she experiences her own death over and over again until, eventually, she survives the fight. The way that Zenos and Fordola experience their Resonance makes her feel a kinship with them in this regard, and has lead to her developing an unhealthy obsession with both of them.

T'sraetn has grown disillusioned with the life of adventure, and now spend much of her time drinking and reliving her fight with Zenos, hoping at some point she will discover her life since that point was just a very long vision, and if she just did something different in the fight, they would both have survived.

The rare times she is sober, she spends studying the primal Alexander, as well as the remains of the Tycoon in the depths of the Crystal Tower on the First, hoping to someday unlock the secret of how G'raha managed to change the past, while she continues to fail.

She funds these expeditions by selling her services to the goblins of the Wolves Den, helping them refine and test their designs for human pilots.

(Here she is, Ms. Warrior of Light herself. I do find it hilarious that 'Mech Pilot' is a lore friendly profession to have, so I had to go for it. I technically have two versions of T'sraetn! (Well... 3) One is the version I used in my Free Company's weekly roleplay for about 4 years, who is not actually the Warrior of Light, and the other is, in fact, the Warrior of Light herself. However, everything canon to the FC version is more or less canon to the WoL version. We won't be getting into the third version on a SFW blog. The bit about her dad was written back in Heavensward. Needless to say, I was absolutely DELIGHTED once Stormblood was released, and a large chunk of the plot focused on exactly that.)

Name: Killer Kweh Race: Unknown Clan: Unknown Gender: Unknown (They/Them)

Killer Kweh is a vigilante who began to harass T'sraetn's FC around the events of late Shadowbringers, keeping tabs on the various villains and scoundrels that the FC let slip away, thinking the power of friendship would be enough to save the day. Together with their chocobo, Wark Warrior, the two would track down and kill those the FC had spared. They eventually began to confront the FC, trying to pressure them into no longer forgiving those who wronged them.

Their identity remains a mystery to this day, and will likely never be discovered, no matter how often the other FC members says things like "T'sraetn the mask doesn't even cover all your hair, and we can clearly still see your tail." or "Can you hide your chocobo's costume somewhere else? We need to clean the stables."

(I kept this glam and now use it for PLD/RDM. Originally I was actually planning to have Killer Kweh be an entirely different character, but the FC kept making jokes about the tail showing, and I decided to roll with it cause having it just be T'sraetn the whole time was FAR funnier tbh, and we needed something light hearted at the time.)

If you don't want to read a whole boatload of FC lore, you should skip all of this. (Scroll down until you see the quest complete)

Name: T'alia Raio Race: Miqo'te Clan: Seeker of the Sun Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

The first of the many, many, MANY faces of T'alia, who served as one of the central antagonists for much of the FC's life.

As mentioned above, T'alia was an engineer working in Garlemald before her family attempted to flee alongside the Garlond Ironworks, her husband being killed in the process. Wrought with guilt over his death, T'alia vowed to attempt to continue his research once they arrived in Eorzea, studying the soul and how various things could affect it.

Where her husband turned to the Echo, T'alia instead turned to the void, and to the tempering effect of primals. She made a pact with a voidsent, offering it not her own soul, but the soul of her research subjects, in return for studying its effects on them.

She eventually joined a Free Company, finding them to be perfect test subjects and developing an obsession with helping them grow stronger. She carefully examined and documented the effects on them and their aether after various fights with primals and voidsent, all under the guise of helping them grow stronger.

The idea of the FC needing to grow stronger became more and more compulsive, culminating in her trying to graft the soul of her voidsent into the aether of an injured FC member, an act which was the last straw and resulted in the FC turning on her.

She harbored no ill will against the adventurers, and continued her experiments from a distance, using facilities within abandoned garlean bases to construct various monsters for the free company to "train" against, frequently against their will.

(The FC I was with from 1.0 up to Stormblood Launch had a lot of drama. I originally made T'alia as a way to shop around and play with other FC's. When I joined my current FC, they mentioned not having any real dedicated antagonist for their RPs, and so I decided before the first RP I joined that T'alia was eventually going to make a heel turn, and played her as friendly but also very clearly having an ulterior motive. Also T'alia is still my MCH glam!)

Name: T'alia Raio Kime Race: Disembodied Soul Chimera Clan: Specter Yeah :) Gender: Monster (It/She/He)

T'alia's research into metempsychosis culminated in the preservation of her soul, at the cost of the willing destruction of her own body, obtaining a state not unlike those of the Ascians. She began growing multitudes of clones of herself, experimenting on them, merging them with beast men, and creating terrifying new chimerical bodies with which she continued to 'test the potential' of the FC.

However, these bodies and her soul mixed like water and oil, and she was never able to fully utilize them. While each one was quite powerful on its own, under her control they were exceedingly frail, and she would find her soul being ejected from them long before the point the body itself failed. This eventually forced her to turn back to her original field of engineering, augmenting these bodies with cybernetic enhancements.

Eventually, she invited the FC to one of her most ambitions plans to date, which she referred to as "The Merger", a combination wedding ceremony and business merger between both herself, and another rival of the FC's who also was heavily proficient in the field of engineering. This event was, in truth, an experiment where she splintered the timeline and merged it together again. During one timeline, an FC member was killed and replaced with a cybernetic replica crafted by T'alia and her new wife, while in the other timeline the FC member lived on as normal.

T'alia's plans for all of this were seemingly lost when her corpse was discovered in some ruins, impaled by a chunk of white auracite that kept her from escaping the vessel she was inhabiting. This drove her wife deeper into despair, and the widow blamed the FC for allowing this to happen, becoming a far bigger threat to them in the process.

(It was a running joke in our RPs that T'alia would keep getting called an Ascian, only to respond, "I still don't know what that is..." While she did achieve a similar form, it was elusively through her own research, and she never had any affiliation with the Ascians/Ancients)

Name: Tali Race: Various Clan: Various Gender: Nonbinary (She/Her)

Shortly after T'alia's death, one of her augmented clones began interacting with the FC. She revealed she was the one who killed the 'real' T'alia, an action she had no choice in taking. Several of this clones augments allowed T'alia to control her remotely, and she had taken control of her body to kill herself. These augments still remained in place, and even with no one controlling them now, they still prevented certain actions, such as revealing what T'alia was planning.

This T'alia clone continued to work alongside the FC, eventually being welcomed with open arms as a full fledged member, with the FC renaming her 'Tali' to differentiate her from her creator.

While Tali already differed significantly from her creator, she felt a deep unease about being compared to her. She took up the gunblade and began to dabble in various shape changing magics in order to further differentiate herself from T'alia, resulting in frequent damage to her body and need for replacements of her various artificial limbs. All the while, unfamiliar memories began to surface in her mind, revealing that the memories of T'alia's own past that she had planted in Tali weren't sticking.

While she was unable to reveal T'alia's plans to the FC, she was more than able to be reckless about leaving around too many maps about where T'alia's various facilities were located, leading the FC on missions to shut them down and uncover more details about T'alia's plans, with Tali quickly piecing the details together and becoming both more distressed and more frantic to get the FC to uncover the rest.

Over the course of these expeditions the FC found T'alia's main base: a facility located in a rift in spacetime filled with a massive number of clones. Thousands of clones of T'alia, as well as hundreds of clones of every single FC member.

This facility housed enough clues for the FC to realize two things: first, that T'alia was being coerced into her actions by some other entity that she had been plotting against, and second, Tali's differences to T'alia came not from her augmentations, but from the the fact that she was never a clone of T'alia at all, but her own daughter T'sraetn, augmented and brainwashed into becoming a pawn for T'alia to use.

(Yes the DPS symbol on the blue background is intentional. It's a joke about me always off-tanking at the time, and being a 'Blue DPS'. The name Tali was actually a typo from an FC member addressing her, but everyone immediately realized it would be a great way to differentiate this other version of T'alia, and so we kept it. Also, we had a running joke in our RP's that Tali's arms just fell right off about once per RP night.)

Name: T'alia Allengray Race: Miqo'te Clan: Seeker of the Sun Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

Pouring over T'alia's research notes, T'sraetn and the FC eventually found the source of what T'alia had been pushing them all towards, the entity that had plagued her for her entire life: T'alia.

This other T'alia eventually made her presence known by possessing a shape changing quicksilver construct that the FC had defeated, forming a new body for herself. Taking the old T'alia's role as antagonist (though never posing anywhere near as much a direct threat), she was happy to monologue to the FC, and even gave them a linkpearl to answer any questions they might have.

This other T'alia (who the FC simply refered to by her surname, Allengray) was a copy of herself from a different timeline, who had trapped herself in a perpetual timeloop that lasted from the moment of her birth, to the moment of her death. Her original self became nothing more than a disembodied specter within the loop, forced to observe the same events play out over and over again. Over the course of the more than 5 million years she spent trapped in the loop, she slowly gained the ability to subtly influence the members of her FC, with a far bigger influence on each loops iteration of herself.

In her original timeline, Allengray and the FC had fought a devastatingly powerful primal, Lich. As they began to realize their conventional methods of killing primals would not affect it, they eventually chose to build a temporal cage, crafted from the remains of Alexander. The device would contain one aetheric being, and one mortal being, binding the two together. Lich would be trapped within it, and bound to the lifespan of whoever activated the device. While Allengray was not the one selected to bear that burden, she stole the device in the dead of night and sacrificed herself to it, rather than watch any of her friends suffer. Instead, she was left to be tortured for millions of years, watching Lich kill her friends over and over again while she could do little more than watch, and whisper to each version of herself to beg them to find a way to stop it.

(Another kept glam! Allengray is my BLU glam. I actually introduced her as a palette swapped version of another FC members 'Monster of the Week', which was the quicksilver construct that Allengray possessed. She was a bit of an amnesiac trickster for a bit, as her soul adjusted to her new body.)

Name: T'alia Allengray Lich Race: Primal Clan: Aetheric Parasite Gender: Primal (It/Its)

Eventually, Allengray revealed Lich's true nature. Unlike other primals, Lich did not exist as a body. It was more of a parasite that existed in the lifestream, devouring the souls of those who died, which is why it had been so difficult to find a way to stop. And over the course of hundreds of loops, it had grown and adapted to exist within a person's aether, feeding off of them.

Specifically, that of Allengray, where it had latched itself into and fully consumed her. While the timeloop was still connected to the lifespan of each timeline's T'alia, Lich was free to wreck whatever havoc it wanted on the FC, manipulating the timeline to ensure they would suffer over and over again to amuse itself. Even if they found a way to kill it, which the FC occasionally managed to do, the timeline would still be reset on its death, meaning the most the FC would ever be able to do to it is doom another timeline to be the victim of its wrath.

Moreover, with this timelines T'alia now trapped in white auracite, she could never truly die, allowing Lich to remain in this timeline indefinitely.

This timelines T'alia (which is T'alia Raio, in case you lost track. Very understandble if you did.) still managed to get the last laugh. Through their various interactions, the FC of this timeline had become a force of abominations. Fractured primals, artificial constructs, temporal anomalies, and voidtouched avatars, all untouchable by Lich. A fierce battle ensued, Lich toying with FC with the knowledge that killing it wouldn't stop it, even as it clearly grew frustrated.

In the final moment of the battle, the FC revealed their ace in the hole, one of their enemies who had a far bigger grudge against Lich than anyone in the FC. The wife of this timelines T'alia, holding a recreation of the device that trapped Lich and Allengray in the timeloop in one hand, and the white auracite that held her wifes soul in the other. Binding the device to herself and her wife, the two became banished from this timeline to spend eternity with one another, replacing Lich and Allengray in the loop.

Lich did not have time to make its feelings on this development known, as the FC shredded it apart and destroyed it for good.

(I've always fucking loved the concept behind Lich, because in case it wasn't clear by now, I am ABSOLUTELY FASCINATED by death and how we relate to it, and wish Lich had a bigger role in Final Fantasy (I love you Stranger of Paradise). In XIV in particular I felt it had so much potential as a primal. Plus "Killing the embodiment of death itself" is such a final fantasy ass final boss. We did later get something like that in Endwalker, but I'm still very happy with my take on it.)

(Additional fun fact: this timeline is the 72,323nd loop that Lich and Allengray were trapped in. Since I'm going with a dumb quest formatting for this, I'll say first person to correctly guess why I chose that number gets... idk... a trust banner of their character and/or a wallpaper made of them? This post contains all the information an FFXIV player would need to guess why I chose that number.)

Name: Noraliene Haillenarte Race: Elezen Clan: Wildwood Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

Despite all appearances, Noraliene is an elezen born to House Haillenarte in Ishgard. A member of House Dzemael dosed her drink with a fantasia during a banquet, and when she awoke the next morning as an Au Ra, she found herself the target of a horrible campaign to undermine House Haillenarte by claiming they are heretics, as well as an attempt to use her as "proof" that Au Ra are companions to dragons and must be purged from the city.

She was exiled by her family and escaped the city the next day, being pursued by several members of the Ishgardian Church seeking to kill her for her supposed heresy. Cold and exhausted, she eventually collapsed in the snow, where she claims she froze to death before being resurrected. In truth, she was rescued before that point by Ysayle, and her blue skin is a result of being tempered by Shiva.

After Ysayle's death, Noraliene took her place and helped lead her followers in reintegrating into Ishgard. She had no desire to return to the place of so many bad memories, however, and decided to join up with T'alia's FC shortly after T'alia revealed her true colors, granting them her aid as the new avatar of Shiva.

Despite her tragic past and icy aesthetic, she actually has a very warm and bubbly personality, eager to share her love of Doman Romance novels with anyone who will listen, and excitedly prying into the love life of anyone who was willing to share. She eventually grew tired of the constant stress and drama of being an adventurer and married another Ishgardian exile, choosing to move far away from Eorzea with her new wife.

(Did I make this character just as an excuse to spam the Diamond Dust emote during RP nights? You can't prove that. She was actually made so that I could join the RP easier when other people wanted to host an RP, instead of trying to bullshit together another reason why the FC was just willing to team up with T'alia again. The Diamond Dust spam was just a bonus. I also have a 26 page screenshot comic about her origin story that I've written out, and just need to actually take the screenshots for, but EFFORT...)

Name: Muddied Glory Race: Au Ra Clan: Raen/Xaela (Mixed race) Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

Muddied Glory is the orphan daughter of a Raen and a Xaela who were both killed touring Eorzea while she was just an infant. She was placed into the foster care of a Hellsguard woman, who gave her the name she has now.

At a very young age, Glory was adopted by the Church of Halone, where she became a devoted follower of their doctrine. As she grew, she would eventually find herself blessed by Halone with visions into the lives of those she would grant absolution (Its just the Echo), and very rarely, she will wake up in the morning with no memory of the previous night, the events of her own life falling away so her memory could instead be filled with the knowledge of a killer who must be brought to justice, delivered to her through the eyes of their victim.

Her conviction of faith is never stronger than when she faces on these killers, and from the moment they lock eyes with her, before even a single word is said, they are filled with the terrifying knowledge that she is there to bring them to justice. (This is the usual reaction people have when the woman they killed last night shows up in front of them.)

(Glory is me going "Hey remember that one Sahagin Priest in MSQ? Where we learned what a fully realized Echo was capable of? Yeah we need more of that", with the additional silliness of the character in question having no idea it's happening to her. Once again, I was very excited when Zenos exhibited the same ability, and then again with the In From The Cold solo duty in Endwalker.)

Name: Ifrit's Bride Race: Tempered Clan: Thrall Gender: Seemingly Trans Woman (It/She)

While there has not been a cure until very recently, being tempered has never been a 'one and done' affair. A primal is fully capable of tempering a single person multiple times, corrupting them far beyond the point of recognizability, as seen most commonly in Leviathan's drowned.

Ifrit's Bride is an example of that. It is unknown what rank or purpose she served among the followers of Ifrit, only that it was far more aetherially corrupted than was the norm for the followers of Ifrit.

After plaguing them for years, she was eventually captured by the Brotherhood of Ash where they worked with the immortal flames and the new anti-tempering magics lent to them to attempt to see if the process could be combined with the Brotherhood's Sacred Ash.

(Technically, she wasn't given the name Tempered Lass until after she was cured, so I should have used a different name for the trust banner. But also fuck making another one, I'm almost done with this post. Also I can't do tribal dailies on this character anymore, because I refuse to complete 'Losing One's Tempered' so that I can always keep some Sacred Ash on hand.)

Name: Tempered Lass Race: "Prefer not to disclose" Clan: "Prefer not to disclose" Gender: So Fucking Much (She/It)

The result was... mixed. While they managed to cure the Bride of Ifrit of her tempering, she had no memory of anything prior to the point of being cured, and her body remained warped.

She was given into the care of a Hellsguard woman who gave her a very... on the nose name, and there it was discovered that without regular treatments of the Brotherhood's Sacred Ash, she would once again begin hearing the whispers of Ifrit compelling her. She is also particularly gullible, but it is unclear if that is a result of the process that cured her, or simply a natural character trait for her.

While the Brotherhood of Ash welcomes her with open arms and is happy to provide her with Sacred Ash at no cost, Temmie prefers to try to live in Ul'dah. She is frequently found among the refugees, helping them for far too little coin for what she needs to sustain herself.

(The reason she can't remember anything is cause there is nothing to remember. Despite appearances, Temmie is not an Au Ra, she is a Miqo'te. Specifically, Temmie is a clone of T'sraetn created by T'alia to test the effects of tempering. Also, if it wasn't clear, her and Muddied Glory are foster sisters.)

Name: Gyococo Gyoco Race: Namazu Lalafell Clan: Namazu Dunesfolk Gender: "Depends on how much you are paying." (She/Him)

Gyococo is a lalafell adopted and raised by namazu. Once the Far East started becoming a more popular tourist destination for Eorzeans, she began seeing more and more lalafells, eventually growing curious enough to wish to visit and explore the land her real parents hailed from. At least, that's what he told people.

In truth, Gyococo cared little for pursuing his ancestral culture and just saw what she assumed would be an ignorant and unassuming market she could swindle as a merchant. What she found when she arrived in Ul'dah, however, was a society of cut throats and swindlers worse than any namazu could ever hope to achieve.

After months of barely scraping by, he eventually turned over a new leaf. She befriended an illiterate playwright and now acts as her scribe and editor. While he is far from the rich woman he was hoping to become, she lives comfortably and is happy with where her life is at.

(I don't touch Gyococo much, mostly because the playerbase is really fucking weird about lalafells and really fucking weird about trans women, and the overlap is... not fun, honestly.)

Name: Gaeli Cat Race: Gaelicat Clan: Gaelicat Gender: Gaelicat

Gaelicat.

(Gaelicat.)

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 11

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,867

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 11 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Slight Angst, Feeling Anxious & Sick, Non-Con Touching

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Shortly after talking it out with Hyun-Woo he sends you off to get changed. You asked into what and he told you anything but your uniform. It's not like you had a lot of clothes outside of your work uniform. You had more pajamas than you did outside clothes but you manage to find something to wear. After that you head back to Hyun-Woo's room as he requested after you get changed. You find him with his hair dried and fluffy from the styling. He smiles at you and you don't know what to do in response but give an awkward smile back. He's sat on his bed you made up earlier and he pats the spot next to him as an invite for you to sit. You join him and wait for him to speak.

"How are you feeling," he asks softly.

You shrug your shoulders. "I'm okay I guess."

"Any withdrawal effects I should know about?"

You shake your head. "Nothing so far."

He hums before a small frown overtakes his face. "You should have told me sooner, you know?"

You know he's right and you have no excuse for not doing so. You don't know why you covered for Hoseok so much. A man you now wonder what will be done about him.

"What's going to be done about Hoseok?"

A look of concern washes over Hyun-Woo. "Do you want something to be done? I can talk to my brothers about this."

You shake your head no vehemently. "I don't want your brothers to get involved. Please don't tell them anything."

Hyun-Woo frowns. "I can't do anything on my own regarding Hoseok unless I tell them two."

You bite your lip in worry. "But I don't want them to know. I'd rather nothing be done about Hoseok than have your brothers get involved. I don't want people knowing outside of us. About anything. That includes the withdrawal I'm going to be going through."

Hyun-Woo's lips part in small surprise. "Why do you continue to protect him?" He frowns. "You owe him nothing, Y/N."

You sigh. "I know I don't but this is more about me than it is him."

He mimics your sigh but says nothing. His arm comes up to wrap around your shoulders where he squeezes you to him. Though you know it's meant to be comforting you feel like it's more for his sake than it is yours.

He leans over to place a kiss to the side of your head before he pulls away and rests his hand over your own.

"Any plans for the day," he asks.

"Besides work? No."

He pouts. "I promise you'll love being free from work now that you're with me. You'll finally have time for yourself - for us. You won't regret it."

What's there to regret when it wasn't your decision in the first place? You almost voice this out loud but you keep it to yourself. You've decided today that you want to keep the peace as much as possible. At least for these two days. You needed the support and so wanted to play nice.

"What do you usually enjoy doing? Besides work."

His question catches you off guard for a moment. What did you enjoy?

"Um," you start before shrugging. "I guess watching videos. I watch videos of others having fun and that usually does it for me."

Hyun-Woo gives a pained expression. "That's no way to live, Y/N."

"Well what else am I supposed to do?" You genuinely want to know.

His hand comes up to rub the back of your neck. "As much as watching someone do something "does it" for you, as you say, you should do whatever it is the person is doing as well for yourself. See if you like it."

You grunt as he continues to massage you.

"So, what kind of videos do you watch?"

"Um, Let's Play videos."

He looks at you questioningly.

Your hands worry between each other as you go to explain. "They're videos of people playing video games from start to finish. I like to watch those."

Hyun-Woo gives you a look like he's trying to understand but is failing.

"So you like video games?"

"I've never played them so I just watch others do it."

He gives an appalled look your way. "So you watch others play video games but you've never played any? Y/N we need to fix that. Yes, let's start from there. I'm sure Hyun-Sik has one of his video game devices around we can use." He goes to stand. "It should be in the play room."

You don't move from your spot. You feel a little embarrassed from admitting all of this stuff to him. When he questions you what's wrong you tell him so.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm sure all you've ever known is work. What with you having been working for mother and father first then us correct?"

You shrug. "I guess so? To be honest I didn't keep track of who I was working for. I just worked. That's all I've ever known. Besides that I remember having a bit of an education from before by Miss Eloise but it was just the basics."

"So you're telling me you had no childhood," he says it in a matter of fact way.

You shrug again.

Hyun-Woo sighs. "We can rectify that. Come." He outstretches his hand for you to take. "Let's go to the play room and see what there is to do."

You grab his hand and he helps pull you up. After standing though you try to release his hand but he refuses to let go of yours. You think of shaking him off but he laces your fingers together with a smile and so you relent. Your hand feels small in his. His hands are definitely bigger than Hoseok's but just as smooth. Proof yet again that Lords have little to do when it comes to hard work. The most you've seen Hyun-Woo have when it comes to calluses is a small bump on his middle finger from squeezing his pen so hard when he writes and he loves to write.

He leads you out of his room and through the halls - making your way downstairs until he takes off towards the left and further down the hall. You pass a few rooms until you reach two wooden sliding doors. They are closed until Hyun-Woo touches them and in it is revealed to be a game room. You've never had to clean in here so you never had a chance to look around so now that you're here it's with wonder do you stare.

Hyun-Woo looks at you with a proud smile as he shows off everything around. From a pool table to a large TV that takes up one wall, games lining either side and several consoles in the entertainment center beneath. You look over to the other side and see rows of monitors and PCs set up - chroma keyboards and mouse lit up showing a series of colors. The walls are lined with framed posters for different video games. Some you're familiar with from the Let's Players you watch.

"Wow," you say mildly impressed. "You have everything set up in here."

"To be fair this is mostly Hyun-Sik's doing. So all the credit goes to him."

You hum in response as you lead Hyun-Woo towards the consoles. You look over the games to see if any of them catch your attention. Some are sports games and others a variety from shooter to horror and adventure. You pick one out in particular and stare at the cover. The hues of blue draw you in as you stare at the pair in the image. A father and son which you know because one of your favorite content creators played through this game.

Hyun-Woo leans over you to stare at the game cover and hums. "Does it pique your interest?"

You hum. "A little. I've seen a playthrough of it though."

You place the game back in its slot. You find another and can't tell if it's horror or not. It has a vampire on the cover and you look up at Hyun-Woo.

"Vampire games?"

He looks at you questioningly.

"I just thought it's interesting a group of vampires would have a game about them."

He shrugs. "It's probably inaccurate as hell but who cares? It might be interesting to see what separates fiction from reality."

You nod. "True."

"Why don't you try it out?"

You bite your lip as you think about it. "What about you? What will you be doing?"

"I have nothing scheduled for the day so I'll spend it with you."

Your brows furrow at this. Not that you'd hate to be around Hyun-Woo right now but when you look at the back of the game you see it says it's only for one player.

"But it's only for one player to play. We can get something else."

Hyun-Woo shakes his head vehemently. "No I want you to play. I'm content with just watching you."

You want to say how that doesn't sound creepy but you can't quite get the words out.

Hyun-Woo let's go of your hand to go sit on the couch placed before the flat screen TV. You look for the console that is required for the game and hook it up. You only know what to do because of watching so many people do it online. You never thought you'd be able to play on one of these consoles ever in your life so it's both fun and slightly intimidating to you. You don't want to accidentally break anything.

After everything is set up you grab a wireless controller from off the controller rack and sit down by Hyun-Woo as he turns on the TV with the remote. His arm comes to rest behind you forever keeping you in his embrace but you try your best to ignore it.

Time begins to fly past by as you play the game. You find it to be fun and hum whenever Hyun-Woo points out inaccuracies in the game.

"We don't do that" or "That's impossible." Sometimes you laugh a little when he scrunches his nose in distaste at the idea of his vampire life being anything like the video game character's. "If I were turned and had to hear my creator's thoughts all the time I'd end myself." And then a thought strikes you.

"Vampires can turn people right?"

He looks at you and nods. "Only some."

You make a questioning sound. "What do you mean only some? I thought all vampires can change people."

"My little Dove if we all could change people I would have been changed you."

His look is deep and serious. It sends an involuntary shiver up your spine but he doesn't react to it. You're starting to feel uncomfortable so you try to steer the conversation towards a different direction.

"There are changed vampires so who changes them? So many of us are fed upon but nothing happens?"

Hyun-Woo turns in his seat to face you his arm still resting on the backrest of the couch. "Only certain vampires within a clan can. Hyun-Sik for instance. He can change humans into vampires."

Your eyes widen by the slightest bit. Master Hyun-Sik can?

"Oh wow I didn't know that."

He nods. "It's a special ability he isn't fond of having. He's worried one day he'll slip and accidentally turn someone."

You remember he once fed from you. You can't imagine what it would have been like if he had accidentally turned you into a vampire. Your mind can barely wrap around it and can barely wrap around how stressed he might be if he had done that to you.

You shake your head. "I can only imagine how stressful that must be."

"He has a lot of self control. You have to when it comes to that but I have faith in him. He's turned someone once and that's how we found out. He's never forgiven himself for it but deep down I know he knows it wasn't on purpose."

You hum before looking back at the TV. You wonder what life would be like as a vampire. To have to sustain yourself with blood. You'd still be able to eat regularly but you would still need to drink blood, experience a frenzy. To switch your schedule around so that you're up for most of the night than you are the day. Would your saliva be like Hoseok's or not because you're a turned vampire and not born? Then again you learned even born vampires' saliva are all different too.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

You turn to Hyun-Woo with a questioning look.

"You zoned out. You're not even playing the game." He points to the screen before looking back at you.

"O-oh it's nothing. Nothing to worry about." You grip the controller before making the character move again.

Hyun-Woo doesn't question you anymore as you continue to play. The two of you watching as the character teleports from place to place as you make him move around. There is a ragtag group of characters you suddenly have to fight and you do so. At first you were all over the place and unsure of what to do but when you played more of the game you got better at it. So it isn't a surprise when you handle the enemies with swift movements you can't help but be envious of.

You're deep into the gameplay when you feel something slither around the back of your neck. It's Hyun-Woo's hand and you fight the chill you feel when it begins to massage you. His fingers are soft but the touch is firm. You grow a little tense in his hold.

"Relax, Y/N."

Your grip on the controller tightens. How can you relax like this? Especially now as he moves in closer so that his body rests against your own. You clear your throat in discomfort as his lips find the side of your head. He kisses you softly before placing another and another. He sighs against you before parting his lips to speak.

"I've waited so long for this."

Your entire body is stiff but it doesn't stop him from continuously trying to massage your neck. A wave of nausea hits you and it hits you hard. His presence like this isn't helping and it's then you press your hand against your chest as if it would stop the bile that wants to rise.

Hyun-Woo seems to notice finally that something is wrong because he pulls back and watches you clench your eyes shut as you release a shaky breath.

"What's wrong, Dove?"

You you want to say but you're afraid that if you open your mouth you're going to throw up. The feeling is strong and now you wonder if it had anything to do with Hyun-Woo at all as he separates from you.

His hand comes to your face to direct you towards his own. You're glad your eyes are shut because you feel dizzy and don't think you would have been able to handle the rough movement. He stares at you for a solid minute before a sharp tsk escapes him.

"It's starting."

You open your eyes to question him. "What?"

"I think the withdrawal effects are starting."

So soon? You couldn't believe that - didn't want to believe that.

You shake your head. "Maybe it's because I haven't eaten yet. I just need something to eat."

Hyun-Woo hums as he thinks about it. "Maybe. We can get something to eat. Do you want something from the kitchen or do you want to order food?"

You shrug. "Whatever is fine."

He sighs but has you pause the game so he can help you lie down on the couch.

"Stay here like this. I'll be back."

You can barely make a hum in acknowledgement his way, instead choosing to close your eyes again as he leaves.

Despite feeling nauseous you're kind of glad because it stopped whatever it was Hyun-Woo was trying to do. You nearly shake with nerves at the idea of him touching you like that. Talking softly to you as he placed little kisses on you like one would do to a lover. Discomfort coats you as you can practically feel his kisses again. It makes your stomach turn and the nausea worsen.

You're alone like this for a few minutes until you hear the shuffling of feet coming your way. You wish something would have gotten in Hyun-Woo's way to prevent him from coming back to you so soon but no. The sound draws closer until they stop before the open doorway and hesitate to come in. You look up and see not Hyun-Woo but Lord Jungkook standing before you. His eyes widen a fraction as surprise overtakes his features before they turn into a scowl then something indifferent. He stands at the doorway almost unsure if he should go in.

What's he doing here, you think then you remember you're in the game room. Maybe he wanted to play something.

You go to sit up and almost regret it. The nausea still coursing through your system. You place a hand on your mouth as you close your eyes for a moment.

It's silent between you two until you hear his dulcet voice.

"Are you sick?"

Your eyes open to see a look that slightly resembles disgust coating his features.

You frown. "A little, but don't worry it's not contagious," you grumble.

He huffs.

You look him over to see he's dressed well with a sleeveless turtleneck and pin-striped slacks. A chain adorns the one side of his hip and it juts out as he rests his weight on one leg. You watch as his arms cross as he looks you over as well.

"You're welcome to come in, you know," you say. "Unless it's the TV you want and I'm hogging it up. In that case I'm sorry." You mean it sincerely but you make no move to turn the game off due to your nausea.

Jungkook looks takenaback for some reason but the look comes and goes easily and he's back to that indifferent look.

He clears his throat before jutting his chin towards the section filled with PCs. "I was here for that."

You nod slowly. "By all means. Just pretend that I'm not here." You go to lie back down and rest your head against one of the couch pillows.

You can tell the Lord is hesitating still by the door. There's no movement from him. He's like this for a bit more before he moves in closer to you. You look up to see him looking at your pitiful form. He suddenly looks like he wants to say something but is interrupted by Hyun-Woo.

"We can order something but I brought this for now." He acknowledges Jungkook with a look but it's not a happy one.

You suspect both vampires sensed each other's presence already and that Hyun-Woo was just waiting for the right moment to interrupt the two of you. Now you'll never know what the younger Lord wanted to say as he stalks off towards one of the PC setups.

Hyun-Woo joins you on the couch with a plate of crackers and cheese. "Have this for now until the food gets here." He pulls his phone out. "What would you like?"

You shrug your shoulders as you take a bite of a cracker. "Anything really I guess."

He huffs. "Be more specific."

"I don't really know what's out there."

"Right."

He seems to have forgotten you have no experience with the outside world like that. You've never ordered food so what would you know?

He looks through the restaurants on his phone until he settles on one. "You might like this," he says and has you choose from the menu. After you choose you settle back into the couch as you munch on the things he gave you. Mostly the crackers as they somewhat stave off the nausea.

His hand comes to rest on your leg where he rubs it gently with his thumb. You curl into yourself and hope he takes that as a hint to stop but he continues. Your sigh is audible and neither Hyun-Woo nor Jungkook acknowledge it. Speaking of the young Lord.

You can hear the way he types something in before clicking a few times. After that the clicks are sporadic as he does whatever it is he's doing. For some reason or another the sound is comforting. Maybe because it means you're not alone with Hyun-Woo. Hyun-Woo who continues to rub your leg in a comforting gesture. Hyun-Woo whose trust you no longer hold in after recent events. But Hyun-Woo who said he'd help you through your withdrawal... You were in a conundrum.

You lie there for a little longer until the nausea subsides a little and you're able to sit up. Once you do you realize you're a little dizzy but not bad enough to lie down again. A little sweat clings to you and you wonder when it was that you started to sweat. You try to ignore it - ignore the fact that it started to begin. You knew it would happen but you didn't think it would be this early. You sigh as you settle back into place and grab the controller. You guess you'll just entertain yourself until you feel better.

"Are you sure you're okay to be sitting and playing, Dove?"

Honestly no but you voice the opposite. "I'm okay for now."

He hums but says nothing more as he sits closer to you to wrap an arm around your body.

It's like this for a little while until you hear him sniff. He does it a few times before he leans in towards you.

You turn your head and give him a weird look. "Can you not do that?"

He looks up at you in mild surprise before sniffing once more and pulling away with a frown on his face. "Sorry it's just your smell."

"What about it?"

Hyun-Woo shakes his head. "It's just you smell different. Only a little bit though, but enough to notice the change."

Your hand comes up to your neck. "Is it bad?"

"No, no it's just," he starts but frowns again. "You don't smell like yourself."

"Is it maybe because of the," you trail off.

Hyun-Woo doesn't pick up on what you mean before you look Jungkook's way and back to him. The young vampire is minding his own business on the computer - headphones over his ears. You're sure he can't hear you but you still don't want to talk about the withdrawal you're experiencing around him.

It takes Hyun-Woo a second more before he realizes what you mean.

"Maybe? I've never been around someone with your issue. I've heard about it but that's all."

"Oh." You unintentionally make yourself small before him.

His hand comes to rest on your shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It's not a bad smell by the way. It's actually really sweet and enticing in a way."

"What do you mean by enticing?" Worry coats your words.

He shakes his head. "I don't know. Something sweet you'd might want but know you can't have. What that is you can't have I don't know. It's too faint to tell right now."

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth. Even though he said it's faint his words brought little comfort to you.

Oblivious to your nervousness Hyun-Woo pulls out his phone and sees your food is about to arrive. He tells you he'll be back and leaves you and Jungkook alone in the room.

It's just silence save for the game you're playing and the clicking from Jungkook. You look back at him to see he's absorbed into whatever it is he may be playing. His doe eyes even wider and his lips parted as he stares into the monitor. You suspect he's playing something fun if it has his attention like that.

You smile before turning back around to continue the game until you hear it.

"Flowers."

You questioningly hum in Jungkook's direction.

"You smell like fresh flowers on a rainy day. That's what you smell like to me."

"O-oh." You don't know how to take that. "So you overheard us talking."

He nods while he licks his lips. "It's not a bad smell and I get what he meant by enticing, but like he said it's faint. You have nothing to worry about."

This is the first time he's talked to you so casually. When you realize this a blush forms on your cheeks and ears. It's the first time he doesn't look at you like you're a nuisance too.

You hum. "Thank you, I guess. For the reassurance I mean, Lord Jungkook."

He nods and bites his lip. It looks like he wants to ask you something more but he hesitates. His brows furrow as he thinks on whatever it is before his lips part to speak.

"You smelled a little fruity - sultry- before. Like vanilla plum. What did you do to change it?" He looks genuinely confused.

Your heart skips a beat and you know he can hear it.

"Um," you start. "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

You shake your head though you know perfectly well that you're lying and you also know that he knows.

"Curious," he says.

You give an awkward smile before turning back to face the TV. You hope he doesn't question you further on it.

Another minute passes by before Hyun-Woo comes back with a bag. In it he shows are containers filled with food and two drinks in a carrier in the other hand. It smells delicious and it does little to affect your nausea. He pulls out your dish which is a linguine alfredo noodle with chicken and your drink a refreshing peach iced tea. Hyun-Woo grabbed something similar to yours and you both begin to dig in. By your fourth forkful do you turn to Jungkook and give him a questioning look.

"Lord Jungkook," you call out to him.

Though he still continues to do what he does on the PC - flashes of color coming from the monitor painting his face - he gives you a once over at the call of his name.

"Would you like some, Lord Jungkook?"

He looks back over to you and seems to sniff the air a little. He looks interested but then his face morphs into one of indifference.

"I'm waiting for dinner."

You hum in acknowledgement. "Okay then."

He doesn't say anything more as he continues to stare at the screen before him with his lips apart. You go back to your food and after another forkful you feel yourself slowing down. Nausea boils deep within you and you have to stop before you swallow your food down.

"Are you okay?"

You look up at Hyun-Woo before making the decision to swallow your food down. It's hard at first but you manage without needing to throw it all up.

"Nauseous," you say.

Hyun-Woo hums as he swallows his own bit of food. "Are you going to stop eating?"

"I just might have to." You grab the cover for your food and place it over the dish. "I don't think I can handle another bite."

"That's okay. At least you got some food in your system."

You can't even bring yourself to answer him choosing instead to put your stuff away before taking a tentative sip of your drink. It's cool as it runs down your throat and the taste helps ease the nausea a bit. You take another sip before you settle into your spot more comfortably with the controller on your lap. Your head leans back to rest on the couch and your neck is bare for Hyun-Woo to see. You hear a disgruntled noise leave him and you look over to see he has an irritated look on his face.

"What?"

"Looking at your neck from this angle really isn't doing it for me."

You give him a questioning look before it dawns on you.

You sigh as you try to straighten up in your seat. "What's done is done. I can't do anything about it until they heal."

Hyun-Woo gives an irritated sigh before putting his food away in silence.

He knows you're right. You can't do much about the bruises. You could ask Sunmi to help you cover them again but you doubt the makeup will stay on for long because of how much you've been sweating. No doubt another sign of your withdrawal effects kicking in.

Hyun-Woo doesn't say anything more but his frown is apparent. He sighs before gathering both of your food and placing them back inside the bag.

"I'm going to put these in the fridge. Need anything?" Despite being clearly irritated he's still checking in with you.

"Just something for nausea, if anything."

He nods his head before looking Jungkook's way and back to you. He stands there for a minute as if debating something but he chooses to leave then without a word.

You're alone yet again with Jungkook but he doesn't seem interested in having another conversation with you. He's silent this time as you go back to your game. You watch as the vampire on screen dashes through the night city as you go to your next objective. Despite the nausea it's nice like this. Just you and another person taking in what's before you and letting all else fall to silence. You don't think you could ever have that with Hyun-Woo seeing as he expects more from you now. Even earlier before the nausea hit, there were moments where you smiled in his presence but he would go and ruin it when he tried to draw closer to you. You sigh at the memory because just thinking about it makes you uncomfortable.

You want to draw a line somewhere but the question is will he be okay with that? You highly doubt it unless it depended on what type of line was being drawn. He said he would wait for you he just wouldn't wait when it came to him and his own affections. That was true, right? So if you expressed discomfort to some degree you're sure he can't or at least you hoped he wouldn't have anything to say about it. He couldn't. Shouldn't.

It takes a couple more minutes before Hyun-Woo arrives with a pill bottle. You figure it's nausea medication for you so you outstretch your hand when he pops two of them out of the bottle.

"Takes these. It should help with the nausea a little."

You hum as you take them and swallow them down with your drink.

Hyun-Woo watches you as you do so and when you're done he helps place your drink back down on the floor along with the pill bottle. He sits by your side again and places his arm back on the backrest of the couch. His hand comes to rub the back of your neck and you grow tense just like before.

"You need to relax, Y/N," he says. It's not in irritation or anything. He says it in a genuinely concerned manner.

You sigh as you try to shrug him off. "It's just I don't feel like being touched."

His movements stop before he removes his hand. It's silent between you two and for you it feels like a tense silence. He doesn't say anything leaving you unnerved until he speaks.

"Can I at least kiss you?"

You don't say a word. Too afraid of how your voice might shake. The answer was no. Of course it was no but would he accept it?

You give a long drawn out sigh as you go to scratch your face. It's clearly done in discomfort and Hyun-Woo is quick to catch on to it.

"Remember what I said Y/N."

You look at him in question and discomfort.

"I said I would wait for you but not when it comes to expressing myself to you."

You give your nth sigh before pausing the game. "But you said you'll wait for me. I'm not ready for that Hyun-Woo." Your voice is soft as you deal the blow.

Hyun-Woo mirrors your sigh with one of his own. "Don't give me that." His words are terse.

"But this is how I feel."

"And you expect me to stop showering you with affection because of how you feel?"

Your lips part as your eyes water. "If it makes me feel uncomfortable then yes. If it were the other way around you'd feel the same way."

"Well it's not the other way around now is it?" He looks away from you and towards the TV.

He zones out as his eyes focus on nothing in particular. Your heart is hammering fast and hard in your chest as he grows silent before you. It was like talking to a wall. Why couldn't he understand you? Was he purposely trying not to? Your heart hurts at how he dismisses you. This wasn't your Hyun-Woo. Who was he and why was he doing this to you?

"Hyun-Woo," you sniffle.

He doesn't look your way choosing instead to look off in the other direction.

"Hyun-Woo, please," you plead again.

His head slowly turns to face you. His attitude reeks of indifference and you don't like it. You may be use to it with Jungkook but not him. Not Hyun-Woo. Speaking of the young Lord.

You look back at him to see he's still focused on the monitor but his mouth is no longer agape and his eyes are no longer wide with wonder. You suspect he's hearing everything and it's making you feel uncomfortable.

You look back to Hyun-Woo who continues to stare at you indifferently though there's a slight twitch to his brow when your eyes are drawn back to him. Like he was growing irritated with you.

"Y/N," he starts.

Your ears perk up at the sound of his voice.

"How do you expect me to treat you as a lover when you want nothing of it?"

Your lips part and begin to open and close in confusion. Lover? The two of you were far from that but he's put it in his head that you are. You shake your head softly but he continues to speak.

"You let him put his hands all over you but I can't have what rightfully belongs to me?"

You know who he means by him and you wish he wouldn't bring him up.

"Hyun-Woo that's not fair. What happened between us," your voice grows lower as if it would stop Jungkook from hearing. "Was a mistake and a thing of the past."

"And yet you continue to parade around his marks on you."

"That's not fair, Hyun-Woo. Please that's not fair."

His teeth clench as he flexes his jaw. You wish he wouldn't do this. Not ever but especially not in front of the brother of Jung Hoseok. You could feel shame and embarrassment coat your insides and outsides. Feel the blush threaten to overtake your face and neck. He doesn't seem to care though as he exhales deeply and rolls his eyes.

"Whatever you say, Y/N."

He turns away from you and stews in his anger and silence. It makes you feel all the more uncomfortable knowing you drew his ire from him. You wish things were the way they were before Hoseok came into the picture. You wouldn't be here now feeling withdrawals and dealing with your Master's anger. Your sweat grows all the more irritating to deal with and your nausea doesn't seem like it wants to subside. Your head is starting to pound as well as a headache steadily grows within you. You bring a hand up to your temple where you massage it. The feeling hurts though as you feel something akin to a shock course through your fingers. You jump and look at your hand before running the fingers from your other hand over them. Your skin is sensitive to the touch and it feel like pins and needles are making their way beneath your flesh. Wasn't that one of the other symptoms you had to look out for? You feel like crying but don't want to. You didn't want to make your situation worse.

You don't notice how Hyun-Woo watches you and a look of mild concern overtakes his features. Despite being angry with you he voices himself out loud.

"What are you feeling?"

You look up at him despite feeling a bit dizzy.

"Um, besides the nausea I have a headache and my skin feels sensitive. Like I have pins and needles coursing beneath it."

He hums as he goes to face you completely. His hand comes up to gently cup your face. You wish he wouldn't but know he's doing this for himself more than he is for you. He leans in a little before placing a soft kiss upon your forehead.

"It's starting to pick up the pace isn't it?" His words are mumbled into your skin.

You get what he means and can't help but to agree with him. You nod your head a little.

"I don't know what to do now." You feel like crying but do your best to hold it in.

Hyun-Woo sighs as he brings your head into his chest as he embraces you. "I'll call the doctors so that they'll be in by tonight to look you over. Okay?"

You nod your head again as you turn it to the side. From over his arm you see Jungkook looking at you. You can't tell what he's thinking and are nervous to find out what he might be if he were to voice his thoughts out loud. You're also nervous of him finding out more about your situation and even more so if he were to report them to Hoseok. You don't think he would because he doesn't know about your relationship with his brother unlike Seokjin. You just hope he has enough sense to not talk about what he's seeing here and that Hyun-Woo doesn't say a word to his brothers either.

You're in a situation you wish others to never be in. So much stress is pooling over you and it's making the headache worse. You're afraid what you might experience next and hope to any god that may be listening that it isn't anything too bad. You know what you read in that interview and know you should be expecting worse but you hope that you're a rare case that experiences the milder effects instead.

Hyun-Woo's hand that rubs your back gently hurts as the pins and needles courses through your flesh. You give a pained sound and he stops at the noise. You push up against his chest but he gives you little breathing room.

"Hurts," you say though the word comes out hushed.

"I know, Dove. I know."

Hyun-Woo kisses your forehead again before leading his lips down to your cheek where he places a kiss there too. And again he moves until he places a kiss at the corner of your lips.

Your eyes water from overstimulation and from Hyun-Woo's love. It's too much for you right now and you wish you could just end it all right here right now. You're sure he could really care less about your plight and more about the fact that he finally has his hands on you and you can barely fight him off. You're feeling too many things right now and he's enjoying it because he has a reason to be with you - to take care of you.

You try to push away from him but it's not working so you settle against him as he continues to embrace you. His kisses are unrelenting as he places each one around the crown of your head and you shiver from his touch.

"Hyun-Woo I don't feel so good."

He pulls back a little to stare at your face. "Tell me what you're feeling, Dove."

You can feel a bead of sweat make it's way down your forehead - your clothes sticking to you uncomfortably.

"Dove talk to me."

You have chills running up and down your body and the stress is triggering your nausea to run rampant in your body. You try to push off of him as you try to stand up but you slip back into his hold.

"Y/N speak to me. You have to tell me what's wrong." His tone sounds worried as you try and fight against him.

"I don't - I don't feel so g-good."

You chalk it up to the stress adding on to the withdrawal but something doesn't feel right. You push against Hyun-Woo with all your might this time and you get out of his hold but before you can do anything else everything falls black and you're conscious no longer.

[tommybowefuneralattendee]

✏️❤️‼️ for the writing asks! -baflegacy

✏️"what are your current WIPs about?"

well. so the actives (not including the ones i've just got concepts for and haven't started) are as follows

untitled ianthony smut i've been working on since i joined the fandom. like four thousand words of build up before they even kiss. halfwheeze classic. admittedly daddy kink

untitled amangela mutual pining - angela pov, a lil angsty but not too much, you like her so much it makes you look stupid core

untitled amangela mutual pining 2: electric boogaloo - amanda pov, somewhat confident!angela, a lot of flirting

bad miracle - nintendogs fic, werewolf!chosen - basically runs through chosen grounding himself through the five senses in times where being an autistic werewolf in a loud, bright, populated place isn't always fun

untitled vague nintendogs fic that i've just barely gotten out of concept mode and into writing mode - there's an altar involved

one for me, one for you - nintendogs smut continuation of can't you see that i am not afraid? with kink exploration and negotiation and lots of fluff

a summer night's full moon - shaymien smut. like fully, this is shaymien smut. nothing further your honor

untitled shaymien fluff that might have smut eventually who knows - shaymien working on having an adult conversation <3

untitled spommy continuation in the universe of trust fall. also smut. plot light

maybe we can sleep in - nintendogs fluff with light angst, also possibly going to become smut because what else am i doing

untitled nintendogs fic about gender exploration

i did not realize that five of my eleven open wips were nintendogs until having to go through them. woagh

❤️"what are your favorite scenes from your WIPs?"

surprising no one, i really love writing hurt/comfort, especially light on the hurt and heavy on the comfort. what love did then love does now, not to me not if it's you, love is an action, etc etc.

‼️"what has stayed consistent across all drafts?"

so. one of my personal flaws. is that i do not draft. rather, i suppose i do, but just a single draft. and i work with it til it's done. i never do rewrites or a lot of removals. i'll move stuff around in the document, but i've never been someone who can do the multiple draft, rewrite the whole thing, finished in parts kind of thing. i go from draft 1 directly to line editing. so, like. all of my fics stay consistent across all drafts. because there's only one draft lmao

[silverglass83]

The Star and The Hourglass

Part 1 of the “Time of the Hourglass” series is completely edited and rewritten! Now with over 40k words+ of content in new and expanded chapters including new art and moodboards. Thank you for waiting. ♥ - more info in the story's notes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16941390/chapters/39808845

Paring: Raistlin Majere/Original Female Character (Yurielle) Fandom: Dragonlance Rating: Explicit (This fic is mostly Mature themed but I rate it Explicit due to its (eventual) sexual content - more info in the story's notes) Chapters: 106/106 Takes place beginning around, and replacing, the Legends Trilogy

Summary: Yurielle is not like other mages. She went into her Test of High Sorcery certain that she'd continue to wear the white robes of good... ...but instead, she walked out wearing the black robes of evil. The message was clear: though she was neither evil nor cruel, the gods of magic wanted her to walk in darkness. And so Yurielle's life continued as she struggled to come to terms with this path. Then the day came when she first laid eyes upon the infamous Archmage Raistlin Majere. The encounter of their meeting would forever prove to be the moment in time, more so than her Test had been, that changed her life forever. And his.

Tags to note:  Head canon | Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | Divergent Timelines | Slow Burn | Canon-Typical Violence | Redemption | Eventual Romance | Eventual Relationships | Eventual Sex | Sexual Content | Angst and Feels | Dungeons & Dragons References | Anxiety | Acceptance | The Following Romance Tropes Used Shamelessly- | Grumpy/Sunshine | Opposites Attract | Morality Chain | The Following Tags are for Closing Chapters - | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Body Horror | Other Themes to Consider -| Self-Worth Issues | Body Dysphoria | Fighting Against Feelings | Found Family | Character Growth | Facing the Darkness Within | learning to love | Grumpy Raistlin is Best Raistlin | Consent is Sexy | Thanks to the Russian Dragonlance Musical for all the inspiration while writing this fic!            

[underratedandoverit]

a little more human

~1,6k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian) agender!oc

feeling certain gender things today so in my sad anxiety feelings i made a thing. this could be a lot better but its half five in the morning so. take it as it is i dont want to edit it later to maybe make it worth something more. just lemme project as yes, most of these are my own feelings when being put into this situation, including the oversensitivity to being touched so. yeah they/them pronouns for my beloved (highly self projected) agender!oc. i hope i didnt miss any pronouns i tried to read through this like twice to catch any slipups

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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With a heavy sigh, Kip dropped down to the hotel room bed, immediately relaxing as his body came into contact with the soft mattress. He hummed quietly with content as he snuggled his face against the pillow, slowly fluttering his eyes back open, landing them on the blond across the hotel room, Cassidy still focusing on kicking off their shoes.

“Come here,” Kip mumbled, clearly tired, making grabby hands towards them, Cassidy only shrugging a little before motioning towards the bathroom with one hand. Kip sent them a little pout but didn’t have the energy to get up from the bed anymore, so he just watched as Cassidy disappeared to the bathroom for a moment. With a sigh Kip rolled on his back on the bed, finally peeling himself out of his jacket, throwing it on the floor just in time as Cassidy returned from the bathroom.

“Come on man,” they sighed, leaning down to pick up the jacket, throwing it over to where they had left the suitcases. Kip just pouted back at him before extending his arms back towards Cassidy, beckoning them to come closer. Cassidy looked at him for a moment, but eventually obliged, Kip not noticing anything out of the ordinary before his arms were already wrapped around his partner and he could feel them clearly tensing against his touch.

“Rough night?” Kip asked as he pulled Cassidy to sit down on the bed next to him, just getting a clearly awkward shrug back. “You’re tense as hell. Would a little massage help or--”

“Not really.” Their voice was really quiet, driving home the awkwardness of the situation even to Kip as Cassidy carefully peeled his arms from around them, setting Kip’s hands back to his own lap. “I would… Really rather you just didn’t touch me right now.”

Kip’s brows furrowed at them a little but he nodded, carefully sitting up on the bed. Cassidy wasn’t looking back at him, they were mostly with their back turned towards him, clearly not comfortable being there, this close, or having this conversation.

“Did something happen out there tonight?”

Kip wasn’t really sure if he should be asking the question or if he was going to get an honest answer for it, but it slipped out of him before he could stop himself. Cassidy just shrugged, taking off the sunglasses for a moment as they rubbed their eyes a little, Kip not being sure if it was a sign of them being tired or if there was more to the small action. He couldn’t confirm Cassidy’s expression before the sunglasses were back on, the ever so stoic expression on their face accompanying them.

The silence continued to linger in the hotel room, Cassidy clearly not wanting to talk and Kip knowing better than to press the issue. Of course he was worried, as this type of behavior wasn’t very usual for Cassidy, but at the same time he kind of understood it, having seen something similar out of them before. Kip had slowly learned that on especially bad days, be it with work or just generally being in a bad head space, Cassidy often retreated into themself like this, resenting all sorts of connections, but especially the physical kind.

After a while, Kip inhaled deeply, hoping it was enough to catch their attention before he spoke up. He didn’t want to push it, but they had to solve this somehow right now, especially if they were going to share a bed tonight. Kip didn’t mind not having cuddles from his partner, but he didn’t want to make Cassidy even more uncomfortable than they already were.

“Well, you can sleep in the bed. I’ll just take the couch.”

As Kip tried to get out of the bed, preparing himself to not stop to listen to any objections from Cassidy, before he could do that Cassidy’s sudden movement caught his attention, easily stopping him on his tracks as Cassidy grabbed one of the pillows from the bed next to him. Kip was ready to protest that he was going to be the one to sleep on the couch, but instead Cassidy finally turned towards him, putting the pillow into his lap before lowering their head down on it, laying down on the bed next to him.

Kip blinked at them a few times as he tried to quickly process the situation, finally a soft smile crossing his lips as he relaxed against the backboard of the bed again as he could see Cassidy’s figure finally relax a little in his close presence.

Kip reached a hand towards them, but stopped before reaching Cassidy, slightly retreating himself back.

“Is… Is it okay to touch you? Like, your hair?”

“It’s whatever.” Their voice was still very quiet, but Kip could have sworn he heard them being more content now than before. Carefully he reached for Cassidy’s head, slowly running his fingers through their blond hair, getting back a soft sigh, which he took as a good sign as Cassidy relaxed under his touch, allowing Kip to be at least a little affectionate with him tonight.

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.” Kip really didn’t want to push the issue, but he thought offering a chance was the nice thing to do. “I will listen if you want to, though.”

“I dunno,” they sighed, Kip watching as they slowly removed the sunglasses, carefully folding them with one hand before placing them on the bed. “Sometimes just… On more intense days it all gets a little bit too much. I’m sure you feel that sometimes too.”

Kip nodded, despite knowing that Cassidy didn’t see him do it. In a sense he did understand, sometimes emotions ran high in the locker rooms which might have been a mild anxiety trigger to some, but at the same time Kip was pretty sure that wasn’t all that Cassidy meant in this case.

“Yeah. Sometimes it’s quite a lot to be in the locker room.”

Cassidy nodded, but remained quiet, Kip taking the moment to acknowledge the difference in their thinking out loud. “But that’s not exactly what you meant, is it?”

They inhaled deeply, pondering through their words. Cassidy knew they could trust Kip, him being one of the few that they could even think about talking to about this. He might not have understood everything that Cassidy was feeling since it definitely didn’t seem like a thing that Kip personally struggled with, but he was always open to listen and trying to understand. Which was a feat that helped immensely on days like this, as it seemed to be so rarely offered to them.

“It… Becomes a lot sometimes. To listen to everyone around you talk about you like you are a completely different person than what you perceive yourself as. It turns into kind of an out of body experience sometimes which… You know.”

Kip made sure to brush his hand especially carefully through Cassidy’s hair, to make sure they knew he understood where they were coming from and what they meant. Kip had heard about these grievances enough times from them to know the meaning of the emotions behind the words, even if he couldn’t exactly feel the same way himself. And honestly, thinking back to it especially tonight, Kip could place up a few instances backstage that fit the bill they were describing to him.

He. Him. His. Every time someone used those words to describe them, Cassidy would wince. On camera it was less noticeable as they had learned to hide it better where it mattered, but Kip knew from the little hints that it still wasn’t alright with them to hear those words being used constantly. The way Cassidy’s hand squeezed into a fist just a little bit tighter, the eyes staring into nothing as they had to listen to someone talking to them disregarding their feelings whether it was for television or not, how they had to fake not caring to most people around them despite the actual feelings eating them up from the inside.

“Sometimes I’m just so sick of it. I just want to feel human without hiding who I am.”

“I know.”

With a sigh Cassidy rolled on their back, locking eyes directly with Kip for the first time. Kip gently tucked on his hair, getting a soft smile back from Cassidy.

“I know it’s not easy, and I can’t say I know exactly how you feel. But if there’s something I can do to help, just let me know.”

Cassidy nodded, reaching a hand towards him, pulling Kip down to a kiss by his shirt. Kip smiled against their lips, returning the show of affection. As they pulled apart, Cassidy smiled at him a little.

“What you’re already doing is more than enough. More than most. I couldn’t possibly ask for more.”

“Well I mean,” Kip muttered with a shrug, Cassidy swearing they could see a little mischievous grin tucking in the corner of his lips, “If you want me to throw hands with someone over using the wrong pronouns or being a dick, I can certainly do something about it.”

The hearty laugh he got back from Cassidy made Kip bloom into more smiles, leaning down to quiet him with another kiss on the lips.

“I love you, you fool,” Cassidy breathed against his lips, Kip responding with a quick peck on theirs.

“I love you too, Clementine.”

[wellntruly]

M*A*S*H - Viewguide, S2

Are you interested in the long-running anti-war situation tragicomedy M*A*S*H (1972-1983), but there are simply so many asterisks and so many episodes?

Well I can’t help you with the asterisks, but nor can I help myself: I started watching all 11 seasons of M*A*S*H, and bringing back for you my viewing selections, chosen for The Qualities.

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I can tell I’ve really accessed the elder millennial (& elder) demographic with my M*A*S*H posting (doing...numbers? hullo!) by, above all, the 80% consistency rating of those reblogging it also adding tags. My people. We gotta find things later.

Season 2! Absolutely, get in here, loved this one: to bits. I did swing around the order again this time, primarily to pace the Hawkeye runs himself ragged episodes—too much of that at once might cause damage, nearly did me. I am kidding: I did not avoid this. Hi broken, I'm Dad!

M*A*S*H - Season 2 Recommended sequence

2x01 ‘Divided We Stand’ - A reintroduction to the 4077th in our second season together through the psychiatric officer sent to investigate whether they’ve all gone mad out there and should be broken up. Spoiler alert: of course, and of course not.

2x02 ‘5 O’Clock Charlie’ - Every day at 5 o’clock, a North Korean pilot flies overhead and tries* to bomb the nearby ammunition dump (*tries). Just chock-a-block with bits. Fun fact: Alda’s foppy infantry drag routine probably the moment I truly fell in love with him—“That’s about it.” This too would have made a wonderful season opener honestly, but we just get two!

2x04 ‘For the Good of the Outfit’ - And now we sit down with a thump: Hawkeye & Trapper try to get the American military to take responsibility for shelling a peaceful Korean village, and learn that the Army, surprise, has no whistleblower protection. No B-plot, we’re just doing THIS.

2x05 ‘Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde’ - In this hurt/comfort but we nearly forgot part of it fanfiction, Hawkeye Pierce stays awake doing surgery for…possibly 48 hours if I've calculated this right, but then after that another shift, and another…oh jesus. He stays awake for something like three days, all but spare minutes of it pulling bits of metal out of chest wounds, it breaks something in him, and then for the next night & day more he continues to sleeplessly wander the camp spooking and unnerving people like an irreverent broken ghost. This is probably the best episode I’ve seen yet. Every time you hear the sound of choppers, and he just looks up from the shadowed caverns of his eyes… HUGE ohh honey! episode, and also like, ..fuck. Fuucking fuck. “Dear Harry, Who’s responsible?” I could lovingly detail every single thing that happens in this, very up to and including the warm circumstances of the little closing scene, which I ache over.

2x09 ‘Dear Dad…Three’ - That’s WRITE, it’s another letter writing episode, with a number of differently toned scenes strung together with pretty impressive balance. A tense surgery, a goofy home video that accidentally makes everyone verklempt, a perfectly absurdist staff meeting, and meanwhile: The Gang Solves Racism! Well, corrects a racist. Involves ridiculous antics don’t even worry. Ginger has the funniest part and thank god.

2x10 ‘The Sniper’ - There’s a sniper. This is a situation where this episode is so well written and edited, just sterling 25 minute story construction, that I’ve deemed it too good to be sunk by its one too many sexual assault jokes. I mean kinda makes it even more of a peak early season M*A*S*H episode, if you think about it.

2x12 ‘The Incubator’ - One of my favorites of this season to be honest! An eventual sort of Milo Minderbinder riff on byzantine and corrupt Army supply chains, in which Trapper & Hawkeye wear their dress uniforms and at one point stand in as investigative journalists asking tough questions at a military press conference—hot.

2x13 'Deal Me Out' - A wonderfully pitched antics ep, especially memorable for the deep bank of recurring guest players: Sidney Freedman, Sam Pak, and even Colonel Flagg. I have since started playing poker and it is remarkable how many elements of this exact game have already occurred. Minus the surgery.

2x11 ‘Carry On, Hawkeye’ - A flu epidemic sweeps the camp, and if the sight of people wearing masks and looking worried isn’t moving enough for you In Our Current Era, the only folks left standing as the war casualties keep coming in—Hawkeye, Margaret, Radar, and Father Mulcahy—trauma bond about it. Exquisite. I adore this one. Also another for the annals of Hawkeye shouting down the line to a superior officer about finding a husband.

2x24 'A Smattering of Intelligence' - Honestly it's not about these slipshod spies: it's because Marlene Dietrich is back in town.

2x20 ‘As You Were’ - Love that when this started I was thinking eh it was probably not making my list. A whiplash episode par excellence. Hot Take! - I think this does the kind of thing ‘Sometimes You Hear the Bullet’ wants to do better than that one actually does.

2x22 ‘George’ - A scene or two into this one, Hawkeye comments in the mess tent that one of the kids they just sewed up was really bruised, and not in a combat way, like in a someone beat him way, and I idly muse, hey, in the version where we kick it up a notch: he was beat up for being gay, and comes out to Dr. Pierce because of course he comes out to Dr. Pierce, the kind chaotic bisexual energy is palpable even behind the surgical mask, and then self-identified Aunt Hawkeye has to figure out how to save him. I would have signed a statement giving up my blog in the event were this to actually come to pass, and done so laughing. But then in the year of our lord 1974, DO YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED. Good thing my mouth was healing because I yelled.

Oh, and if you’re wondering if Benjamin ‘Homoerotics’ Pierce took this network-granted opportunity to come out as straight—

no.

2x21 ‘Crisis’ - They Were All So Cold, redux, variation: There Was Only One Tent. Not quite like that, although does include Hawkeye and Trap essentially sharing a bed and as many layers of Army surplus as they can scrounge while jibber-jabbering with Klinger as he puts on cold cream and Father Mulcahy does an impromptu stand-up bit in his Loyola sweatshirt, and for this and many reasons, this one about burst my heart in warm coziness. Easily the most endearing & domestic thing this show has done to me yet. I’m compromised. Haha fuck, I’m compromised!

Season 1 • Season 2 • To be continued

#M*A*S*H hours

[clayticklish]

Life Update

I haven’t written anything in awhile so I thought I’d sum up some things that have happened recently! There’s been some pretty major developments and it’s always fun to look back on everything that has happened. Scrolling back through my blog, the last major event that I talked about was NEST back in May, so let’s use that as a starting point.

1. I started seeing someone new! We met on OkCupid and actually started chatting back in March but weren’t able to meet up until end of May. He lives about a 50 minute drive away, but we’ve managed to hang out once every 2 weeks since. This connection is a lot of new things for me - I’ve played with guys before but this is the time I’ve been with a guy in a dating type of scenario. It’s also the first time having a poly relationship that goes beyond casual play, and I’m super excited that he and Jess get along and we can all hang out together sometimes. It’s also my first time being in a kinky relationship where we don’t both share a tickle kink (though it is still fun to mix in a bit of tickle play every once in awhile 😉). It’s been amazing, and also a lot of new feelings to process. I’m super excited about it!

2. I’ve been exploring my local kink scene! Surprisingly, my little city has one of the most active kink munches in all of southern Ontario. Jess and I have been having a ton of fun going to the park munches, rope socials, and Littles munches. We’ve met some really cool people and learned a ton. I’m super excited to be able to include rope work more regularly in scenes now. I’m also excited to have some great new friends, and maybe introduce some tickle play to people who otherwise may not have considered it. There’s also a cottage weekend coming up that sounds like it’s going to be amazing.

3. I’ve made some more progress on the garage! This project continues to take far longer than I thought it would, but I’ve got it to a point where the loft area is a somewhat usable play space so that’s a plus. Next steps are to finish the drywall and install a heat pump for the winter. Hoping to have the main area ready to host a Halloween party in October!

4. We went to the P99 tickle gathering in Pittsburg back in June! There were a few people that I’ve been hoping to meet up with since before Covid, and it finally happened. Teleportation needs to be a thing so I can see all the wonderful people in the world more often 💕

5. We went back country camping for the first time! It was a great introduction to it - we only had to hike about an hour in from our car, and we were right next to the beautiful waters of Georgian Bay. I did mushrooms for the second time, and overall it was an amazing experience but I think I prefer doing them in a house instead of camping. Everything was augmented - the good stuff like the beautiful scenery and the good company, but also the bad stuff like the pesky flies and less than comfortable tent and sleeping pad. Can’t wait to plan another trip (both camping and mushroom 😉)!

6. I made some new content for OnlyFans! This is actually a pretty cool story. I have a friend on Facebook that I’ve known since high school. We were never super close but she always posted really funny, cool, and sexy content over the years so the Facebook algorithm would always keep her in my feed. Back in January she started posting about starting an OnlyFans and was looking for content ideas, so I thought I’d reach out and tell her about the garage I’m building. We started chatting and eventually I told her about my own OF account for tickling content. She hadn’t heard of tickling as a kink before but was interested enough to try! So we met up a couple weeks ago and filmed some stuff. I’m just finishing up the editing now so I expect we will be releasing that in the next week or two. She also wants to meet up again which is super cool. I may have helped convert another tickle kinkster?!

7. I started looking for a cottage! It’s been a major goal of mine to get some property outside the city to try to live a little closer to nature, and I’m almost at a point where I can see a pathway to get there. Years of saving, living below my means, some fairly significant help from my parents, and a few key moments of good luck might just make this possible in the next year or so. Hoping to have more to say about this soon!

Alright, that’s enough for now. I’m always amazed at how much stuff happens over time, when day to day I’m pretty focused on the current thing. I like writing stuff like this to help zoom out and see a bigger picture. I’ll have to try to remember to do this more often, but if I’m honest it’s very likely that it will be several months before I get to it. Until next time!

[roxenne-the-vixen]

Long Post Ahead! (Please look it over it talks about Roxenne as a character and important to know details)

About Roxenne

This RP Side Blog is for my Hazbin Hotel OC Roxenne. 

Her living name was Rosalynn Evangeline Meyers. And she died shortly after finding her Mistah dead on their wedding day. A Mafia man, she used his gun to follow him to Hell and even with her memory problems--due to having shot herself in the face-- (an X marked hole resides underneath the fringe that covers half of her face) Also very well possible with a little bit of VOX influence-- She can’t remember his face or name but she continues to actively search for him. (Which in her written Canon it’s Arackniss) 

She was eventually manipulated by Vox-- using this trigger and promising that getting her on every screen and media in Hell-- Will make it easy for her lover to find HER. Loyal as she is to the Mistah she now can’t fully remember-- she wound up in a Contract with him.  She is a Ride or die kind of Crazy--In other words, if you’re her friend (or especially her lover) You will never find anyone more loyal--- But if you’re a threat to her or she decides to make an enemy out of you--- RUN.

This broad is mini but mighty and on her own level of Psycho Crazy. She is No Bigger than about Niffty size-- and that’s pushing it, but she carries a gun in her bosom and HAS pulled it on an overlord (Her BOSS actually--- yet he still keeps her around)

In her written Canon (this pertains to her story not how she is Portrayed in RP but CAN be included there if the Muns are okay with it!) She is known around the studios as “Vox’s Little Diva” And she is very much one of his favorite toys...

Rules To Follow

*This Muse is Multi/ship (Though due to her canon Vox’s and Arackniss’s have more reign LOL) But in regards to RP-- Still Open and multi-ship if there is chemistry. 

* Just because in her written canon she has pre-existing relations with characters-- this DOES NOT MEAN that it pertains to RP as well-- Unless the Muns agree to it and decide otherwise, Every interaction including with other Arackniss or Vox RPers is it’s own NEW interaction.

*This blog will mention alchol, abuse, and display toxic behaivior and relationships...please warn me of any triggers you may have beforehand so that we may interact comfortably and have a fun experience. *Like every Blog I have NO NSFW IF UNDER 18!! (Mun is 29)

*Please do not reblog/respond to my threads if your are not the one it is intended for--unless otherwise invited or discussed

--To Save on Confusion and Notif clutter *DMs for OOC (Out Of Character or Mun-to-Mun interactions --I use DMs for plotting and just chatting with my RP partners Rping in them is confusing for me since editing options are off the table in there XD

Common Tags You Will See On this Blog

#~This Ain’t Fuckin’ Build-A-Bitch~ (Roxenne) #~Another Fan Another Day-In-The After-Life (asks) #~Stalker Alert!~ (anonymous) #~Ya Get What’Cha Get Got it?~ (response) #Aroxeniss --This a ship tag I use for RoxenneXArackniss Interactions(In the shippy sense)  and content of them

#Voxenne (ship tag I use for Cox and Roxenne interactions in the shippy sense (if one can call it so-- it depends on the muns and muses LOL)

[sakurarisen]

Okay, took a little longer than I meant for it to, but Sera's carrds are now fully updated with all the new lore and info! <3 I've added a dedicated section for the phoenix lore here, holding the full, overall lore, Aria's continuation after its end, and misc regarding Sera/Aria in full - Including mentions that while Sera is Aria, Aria as a power is resting and tucked away, choosing instead to let her chosen human form Sera have the lead of things. Sera does not have access to her original abilities and power as phoenix unless absolutely forced into its use; she may be able to tap into tiny bits of it here and there at the cost of severely draining her energy and requiring bed rest level recovery, but she will not be able to use her original form nor power without outright killing herself - And even she wouldn't know if this death would be permanent or not. Best to keep it a last ditch effort kind of thing.

Added to my rules based on the above: Please do not automatically know about the phoenix lore unless things have been plotted out that way. While I'm beyond happy to finally understand more about Sera and the things she's hidden from me for years and the chance to actually put it into play for things, a major side effect to the countless rebirths and lifetimes she's been through, as well as Aria's sealing of her power to become Sera, has been to put memories of her previous lives in a box and put them aside. Sera does not know she's Aria, let alone a phoenix, and while I would love to (eventually!) explore things in regards to this, I'd rather it be plotted out first, as phoenix lore is incredibly old, and would truly only be known to those with ties to mythological beings on/about first meeting.

Also added to match in that rule is to please don't know Shayan is Zack's son on hello without a solid reasoning for it. While Shayan might look a great deal like his father and be recognizable if you know Zack, the fact Zack has kids at all is not something he, Sera, nor their kids talk about without reason, and are rightfully concerned for their safety, especially Shayan's, and even more especially in FF7 verses. Of course, for this rule in general, if your muse has a canonical reason to know these things that's great! <3 But this stands for those that don't, for personal reasons. <3

I've also updated the appearance of her scars and how they affect her healthwise, her name in the general section (Seraphina Fair rather than Mayuzumi/Fair), added an aliases mention (which currently is just Aria and The Snow Phoenix), and added mentions in the personality section to how she can be with others when fully, completely comfortable, provided they're all right with it.

Most things have been rewritten in some form to have more of a 'general' feel to them over '7 specific' - Anything related to 7 verses is explicitly now mentioned as 'in FF7 settings', for example, to keep both on one carrd - There isn't much that changes between general info and 7 based info, and anything that is different is either mentioned there or on my divergences page.

The GI verse carrd has seen a good bit of rewriting to reflect new info, including a bit of a verse entry blurb on the landing section and heavy rewriting and tweaks to her misc.

I still have to go through the Spellbound related sections and do another skim of the blog itself for anything that still needs updating, but for the most part, I think I'm done with the primary stuff that needed editing! <3 Sorry for the super delay in getting all that done - It's been a busy week, but I'm excited to get things into play and the like! <3

~Pom

[moonbeam-dreamer]

Reawakened (Continued from part 3. Ending)

"If something happens, or you feel unsafe, don't hesitate to use it". His tone left no room for argument. Something in my manner of speaking must have alerted him to the fact that I'd opened the door a sliver, yet there was a tidal wave ready to rush over him. He wasn't wrong in that respect, but I dreaded the day when he managed to break through my defenses and learn the truth. It was bound to happen. As much as I tried to hide the truth from my closest friend Jessica, and that lasted a month in total, I eventually caved. Li was a smart man. He'd figured out the right combination of buttons to break the seal wide open.

"I'll try not to", I said and pulled my wallet from my bag. The card was placed behind my license and the picture of Sophie Lancaster and her boyfriend Robert Maltby. I could see another leap of curiosity but after our last discussion he kept a tight lid on it.

"How much do I owe you?" The copy said it was $24 but shops usually had their own pricing system to make it cheaper, or so I hoped. I wasn't going broke since I no longer paid my mother's expenses with mine. Didn't mean I wanted to spend another over $20. Seems like he had a mind reading ability, though.

$15, repeat customer discount". He took the book from my hands and scanned into the computer. His fingers danced gracefully across the keyboard and the price reflected the bargain. Not even tax included. What a dangerous game he was playing for someone who'd given him a lecture that brought out his humility. Still I stood paralyzed. It was a fantastic bargain and my head was telling me to keep my mouth shut. My conscience was the mule kicking me in the ass to speak up, and I relented, though casually.

"Sure your boss won't fire you for the indignity of selling a high priced item so cheaply?" It was only six years old, but it was the special edition. 'Highly sought after', in other words. Still, it didn't keep me from pulling my debit card and handing it over readily.

"Seeing how it's the family business, I don't think they'll take a second look". He swiped the card and slid it back, ignoring my wide eyed gaze. How the hell did I get lucky enough for this to happen?!

"I meant it", he reiterated after bagging the book and passing it over. My cheeks were red for embarrassment. "Doesn't matter how small you think it is, or you don't want to bother me. Call".

I took possession and stepped back quickly. The urge to spill the tea was at fingertips. All I had to do was confess and then he'd understand how serious it wasn't. I hadn't been so quiet to tell people off before. Why was it, with him, that I couldn't make my mouth form the words that were rolling through my head? Rather, I gave a curt nod and put both wallet and novel in my bag before leaving. This feeling of safety, having a friend close again, was gnawing at me and I didn't know how to process it. Like standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean, while a wildfire burns behind you. All you have to do is leap to safety, despite the risks involved, but fear keeps you in danger's path. It was only a matter of time before you were consumed, and the fire was already nipping at my heels.

I barely remember the drive home. Not even planting myself in the same armchair that offered comfort at the easiest of times. It was the later barrage of texts from my mother about my father's 'Girlfriend" that prompted me to my senses. Shutting off the device I went to shower before settling into my blog. It's become my only escape now, but I'm grateful. Perhaps, through this, I'll find clarity, or a voice to tell me I'm not insane.

One can dream, and that's the most beautiful part, isn't it?

[sofiaa01753684]

〔 j o u r n a l 11〕

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Louis William

Louis William Wain was born in the London area of ​​Clerkenwell. His father was a merchant of textiles and embroidery; his mother was French. He was the first of six children, being the only boy. None of her five sisters ever married. At the age of thirty, her younger sister was certified insane and admitted to an asylum. The remaining sisters lived with their mother their entire lives, as did Louis for most of his.

Wain was born with a cleft lip, prompting his doctor to order his parents that Louis should not be sent to school until he was 10 years old. He was frequently absent from school and spent much of his childhood wandering around London. Following this period, Louis studied at the West London School of Art and eventually became a professor there for a short time. At age 20, Wain was left to support his mother and five sisters after his father died.

Wain soon gave up his teaching position to become a freelance artist, where he achieved considerable success. He specialized in making drawings of animals and country scenes. He worked for various magazines, including the Illustrated Sporting and Dramatic News, where he remained for four years, and the Illustrated London News, beginning in 1886. Through the 1880s, Wain's work included detailed illustrations of country houses and estates, along with with illustrations of cattle, which were commissioned during agricultural fairs. During that period, his work included a wide variety of animals, and he maintained his ability to draw all kinds of creatures throughout his life. At one point, he hoped to make a living drawing dog portraits.

At the age of 23, he married his sisters' governess, Emily Richardson, who was ten years his senior, which was considered inappropriate at the time, and moved with her to Hampstead, north London. Emily soon fell ill with breast cancer and passed away three years later. Before his death, Wain would discover the subject that would define his career. Emily was comforted by her cat Peter, a stray black and white kitten they had rescued by hearing him meow in the rain one night. Peter cheered up the ailing Emily, and Louis began drawing numerous comical sketches of the pet to make her laugh, which she strongly requested he publish. Emily died before this happened, but he continued to make sketches, and Peter is recognizable in many of his early works.

In 1886 Wain published his first work with humanized cats in the Christmas edition of the Illustrated London News, where numerous cats were shown performing activities such as sending invitations, playing with gifts or making speeches in a large illustration divided into eleven panels. The cats still appear on all fours, without clothing or expressiveness. In the years that followed, Wain's cats began to walk on two legs, smile widely and other exaggerated facial expressions, and wear contemporary clothing. Wain's illustrations featured cats playing musical instruments, drinking tea, playing cards, fishing, smoking, or enjoying a night at the opera. Such anthropomorphic depictions of animals were popular in Victorian England and often appeared in prints, greeting cards, and satirical illustrations. For the next thirty years he worked prolifically. He illustrated over a hundred children's books, and his work appeared in magazines, journals, and newspapers, including the Louis Wain Annual published from 1901 to 1915. He also made postcards, now highly prized, and was president of the National Cat Club from 1898 to 1911.

Wain collaborated with various charitable associations for animals, such as the Society for the Protection of Cats and the Anti-Vivisection Society. Despite his popularity, Wain suffered financially throughout his life. He was still responsible for supporting his mother and sisters and had little business sense. Wain was unassuming, naïve, and easily fooled, ill-equipped to deal in the publishing world. He often sold his drawings directly, without asking for rights to their reproduction.

The onset of schizophrenia may have been precipitated by Toxoplasma godii, a parasite present in cat feces. The theory that toxoplasmosis can trigger schizophrenia is under investigation, although the origins of the theory date back to 1953.

When his sisters could no longer cope with his erratic, sometimes violent behavior, in 1924 he was committed to a poor section of the Springfield mental hospital in Tooting. A year later, his situation was discovered and widely publicized. This prompted calls from personalities such as H. G. Wells and the personal intervention of Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin, who was transferred to Bethlem Royal Hospital in Southwark, and again in 1930 to Napsbury Hospital near St. Albans in Hertfordshire, north London. Napsbury was relatively pleasant, with a large garden and a colony of cats, and there he spent his last years quietly. His erratic mood swings subsided and he continued to draw. His cats now display bright, acid colors, floral backgrounds, and increasingly intricate and abstract patterns. Wain was buried in the family vault at St. Mary's Catholic Cemetery in Kensal Green, London.

For my journal this week I wanted to do Louis Wain because I find it very interesting how the mental state of the artist can affect art.

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