lathal · 2 years ago
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Ya’ll ever meet someone who makes you want to smash your head through a wall?
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moneyndior · 8 months ago
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୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ she said, ‘fuck me like i’m famous.’ i said, ‘okay.’⋄ 𓍯
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…IN WHICH—i have thoughts about brothers best friend!luke
tags/warnings: luke x fem!reader, loser!luke, protective!brother, unnamed brother, secret relationship, outside of chb, reader is drunk/drinking, reader is mentioned to be younger, suggestive content at the end/nearing smut, not proofread.
ೃauthor notes⁀➷ is this fandom dead or what. also i was mad insane for writing the ending to this LMFAOO DONT SMOKE WEED OR THIS IS THE OUTCOME‼️
—brother best friend!luke who was told to stay away from you.
“dude, seriously. stop staring—that’s my little sister.”
“i’m not staring. don’t make it weird.”
luke muttered, lying straight out of his teeth. he clicked his tongue as he crossed his arms, rolling his shoulders.
his eyes were locked onto you as you rushed around the living room, rushing down the halls. you struggled to put on this earring, lips in a straight line before groaning in annoyance.
you looked gorgeous. you were getting ready for god knows what, but luke didn’t need to know to know that you were the type of girl guys like him would kill for.
you noticed his staring and waved quickly, rushing back into your room. he had only a second to wave back. luke tried to make it subtle—but he clearly didn’t try hard enough.
“what did i just say, man?”
“can i not wave to your sister?”
“no.”
your brother snapped before closing his door, throwing the play station controller toward luke, maybe a little harder than he should’ve.
—brothers best friend!luke who does anything to have some alone time with you.
he seen you walk past your brothers room late at night, using your phone flashlight to navigate through the hallway. your brother was asleep on the bean bag chair, the tv remote loosely in his grip.
luke figured you were going to the kitchen, so he obviously followed. he hugged the wall, the kitchen illuminating from the fridge light.
“hey.”
“holy fuck, luke!”
you shout-whispered after jumping. he didn’t mean to scare you—but it sure was funny. he chuckled quietly as he leaned onto the counter, tilting his head. you had a soda in your hand, a piece of bread in your mouth.
“you scared the shit out of me.”
“aw, ‘m sorry.”
“no you ain’t.”
you narrowed your eyes to him, pinching your brows together. a snicker left your throat as you seen luke shrug, chuckling as he tightened his lips.
“yeah. you’re right.”
he admitted with no issue, seemingly taking pride in it. luke adjusted his position, towering over you as he stood with his arms crossed.
“so…what’re you doing up this late, hm?”
“what are you doing up this late? shouldn’t you and my brother be doing whatever stupid stuff you two do?”
“touché. but no—he’s asleep.”
“you poor thing.”
you muttered before turning on your heel, walking toward your room, leaving luke in the dark. he exhaled, his shoulders dropping as he waited an extra minute at hearing you slowly close your door.
luke ran his fingers through his hair, his hands on the counter as he tried to regain his posture.
“fuck.”
he mumbled to himself, trying to get the flush off his face as he went back to how you looked in those shorts and tank top.
—brother’s best friend!luke who takes care of you when you got a little too drunk at a party.
“c’mon, hold my hand.”
“take me out to dinner first, luke.”
you slurred out your words, giggling as you wrapped your arms around his, looking up at him. you looked up at him while fluttering your lashes, lips slightly separated.
if you weren’t drunk, luke would’ve kissed you right then and there.
“i’m taking you home.”
“awh…”
you dragged out, pouting as you stumbled over your own two feet. luke instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you. even though you paid no mind to it—luke’s ears were burning hot and his face was bright red.
he leaned you onto his car as he opened the passenger door, guiding you to sit down with an arm still around you.
luke quickly tried to start the car, trying to avoid eye contact with you before he felt you kiss his cheek. you giggled before humming,
“thank you, luke. you’re so sweet, and cute, and smart, and…uhm.”
“mhm. you’re very welcome.”
he mumbled, his voice cracking. luke’s eyebrows knitted together as you giggled again.
“you’re too good f’my brother. god—why do you hang out with him more than me? what does he have that i don’t?”
you pouted, lips twitching as you tugged on his sweatshirt’s sleeve. luke reached out, patting your head as he kept his eyes forward.
“i, uhm—i don’t know.”
“exactly! spend more time with me. please, luke?”
you pleaded, slurring your words once again. luke gulped before nodding, all of his self respect gone. if the girl of his dreams was asking him, luke castellan, to spend time with her—he can’t decline.
—brother’s best friend!luke who can’t seem to keep a secret that well.
“luke, my brother’s in the next room.”
you complained between kisses, luke pressing up against you. his hands were gripping your hips, the mattress below you two squeaking as he pushed you down against it.
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. you just,”
luke paused, letting out a quiet whimper before finishing his sentence.
“you looked so good. i couldn’t help myself. i’m sorry, baby.”
you chuckled at hearing his continuous apologies. luke felt you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
“gods, you’re so good to me, y/n.”
he whined, cupping your cheeks with a knee between your legs. luke hooked a finger around the waistband of your shorts, pulling away. he looked at you with pleading eyes, shifting down toward your shorts and back up at you.
“yeah. you can.”
with the given permission, he wasted noses time pulling them down your legs. luke kissed your cheek, trailing down to your collarbone.
“so good—too good f’me.”
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chilschuck · 6 months ago
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Hii!!! I just discovered your blog and i have to say, dude i loooooove the way you write about Chilchuck!!! Absolutely lovely!
If your requests are open, id really like to know your thoughts on Chil intereacting/dating with a reader who's also a hafling? Maybe they're also the shortest of haflings even tho they are an adult? (T^T projecting hard coz I'm 21 and havent grown since 6th grade, literally 4'10 lmfao)
Feel free to ignore if you dont feel comfortable with this ask! Again, love all your works 😭💕
`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ WAAAAAH ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! (;;;w;;;) i was so happy to write this because my insert is also a half-foot, so this was fun to do!!! i made this super fluffy so i hope you enjoy it!! <333
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— CHILCHUCK: x half-foot reader hcs.
꒰ warnings: ꒱ none, sfw + gn!reader! suuuuper fluffy!!
꒰ wc: ꒱ 562
✦ hope this is okay anon!!! this was so fun and now i’m in such a fluffy mood. (;;;w;;;) just wanna pull him close and give him so much love, waaaaah.
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✦ Chilchuck would definitely use the height difference he has to his advantage. When you’ve been dating for a while, I like to think he’d pull you to his chest and rest his head on your shoulder, enjoying the proximity. Maybe he even rests his chin on top of your head when he’s feeling affectionate.
✦ Cuddling with this man as another half-foot is so nice. He’s going to be the big spoon most nights to feel protective, and in doing so he’s wrapping you up in that warm body of his. If you feel like spoiling him, snuggle your head into his chest as he holds you, wrapping your arms around him. He’d probably melt into the blankets.
✦ We know Chilchuck isn’t very affectionate in front of others, but I like to imagine him still pulling you close behind closed doors and burying his head into your neck after a long day. Maybe he comes home and wordlessly kisses your forehead, pulling you into him and sighing. (He’ll probably not talk about anything that happened at work, but at least he shows you he’s there!)
✦ As you’re another half-foot, dancing with him is a must! Especially after he’s had a few drinks in his system. We know from that one piece of official art that he can, in fact, dance a bit, so I can see him pulling you in as well. Any time you two can, dance with him and enjoy how big his smile is when you grab his hand that’s held out to you.
✦ I saw other people headcanon this, but imagine wearing his clothes and having them be a little baggy on you. You enjoy it a bit too much, going through his laundry and finding something of his to wear. Chilchuck will get a little red in the face at the sight of you in his shirts, but he’ll wave it off and mumble how nice you look.
✦ Leaning up to kiss his cheek and pulling him by his belt towards you will definitely get him a little flustered. We know how this man is with affection, but if it’s from you, it gets his heart beating a good bit. Decorate his face in kisses by pulling him down gently by his neckwarmer and watch as he lifts his hands up to shakily hold your waist. Sometimes he even pulls you to his lips to get what he really wants if you keep teasing him like this.
✦ Going back to cuddling, if you decide to share a bedroll with him, he’s the perfect sleeping partner. Seeing as he likes to sleep on his back, you can easily slot up against his side and rest your head against his chest. He’ll wrap an arm around you to subconsciously pull you closer in the middle of the night. (Be prepared to get super warm and toasty while sleeping now!)
✦ Chilchuck thinks your height difference is cute, but he’ll never admit it out loud. You can use it to your advantage too by walking past him and kissing his shoulder. Maybe even wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing the back of his neck. Chil will jump a bit at first, but lean into your touch, especially if you nuzzle into his shoulders. After all, you’re definitely a soft spot for him.
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— dividers by @/cafekitsune!! <33
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wingedstatesmanlandturtle · 2 years ago
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Telling off Mineta
|Izuku Midoriya|Katsuki Bakugo|Shoto Todoroki|Fluff|Female reader|
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It was a training day. Everyone was excited to finally be able to use their quirks after long boring classes, being able to burn off some energy. Everyone was in the changing rooms getting ready and changing into their hero costumes. Making small talk with each other wondering about what exercise Aizawa and All Might would make them do.
“I hope we get paired up today Iida. Ive been working on my powers and I want to see how well it would measure up to your super move!” Midoriya slide on his suit while thinking about how exactly he would use his shoot style and ways he could improve it.
“Youve been practicing well Midoriya, but your not the only one. Everyone has gotten stronger” Iida said tying up his shoes tight. It would be horrible if he used his quirk and he ended up tripping.
Midoriya turning to grab something overhears Mineta spouting on about someone. Midoriya has learned to ignore Mineta's antics until he heard who exactly he was spouting about. You.
Even though you didn't even attend UA that didn't keep you safe from Mineta's perverted antics.
“You’ve seen Y/N right? I hope she comes to visit UA again. The skirts at her school are so short. Mmm~ I just want to-” His speech came to a sudden halt when he felt a deadly grip on his shoulders. Glancing up he saw Midoriya with a...smile? “Mineta ...do you mind not talking about Y/N like that? I dont think its really appropriate to do so” Even though Midoryas face seemed warm his tone and grip on Mineta's shoulder told a completely different story.  
Mineta sucked in a breath “Y-Yeah of course. It was just a joke” His choice of word just agitated Midoryia more. “Yeah? Well the next time you decided to “Joke” about Y/N we will have a problem.” Mineta nodded his head quickly and Midoriya went back to Iida.
“You know what Iida. I wouldn't mind Mineta being my partner today either” He slammed his locker shut walking off. 
“What happened to Midoriyas locker?” Kirishima asked Iida looking at the door hanging off a single hinge. “Mineta” Iida simply said closing his and heading out to join the rest of the class.
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Everyone had settled in the cafeteria. Students bustling, utensils clattering, the mumbled tones of food-stuffed voices, it was utterly annoying to him. It's not the fact that it was loud, heck he could be louder than anyone in there. It was the catastrophe sound of it altogether. 
“...it was so cool to see! I have to train 100x harder to be on their level!” Baukgo was with his usual group. Kirishima was telling some story of a Hero he saw that morning. He wasn't fully listening only picking up on parts here and there. “Dude you train all the time. You train just as hard not if harder than everyone else here” Denki responded. “Yeah man, you will reach the Hero level sooner than you know it” Sero chimed in.
Bakugo was mostly in his own head. Thinking about training today school work and other things, but something pulled him out of his thoughts. Someone. A voice stood out to him, an annoying one at that. Bakugos sudden grown snapped Kirishima out of his story. “What's wrong man? What-” Bakugo instantly stood from the table hands slapping down and shaking it.
Hands in his pocket he walks up to him. “So I was thinking me and you could you know...” Mineta's hand reaches out to you but before it makes contact a shadow looms over him. Mineta looks up behind him. Bakugos eyes were narrow and livid “What were you trying to do with my girl you fucking pervert” His voice was low and dangerous. “Katsuki...” you said calmly. He clasps his hands on Mineta's shoulder his hands starting to spark. 
Mineta froze in place “Answer me when I ask you something shit face!” Burn marks starting to form on Mineta's shirt “OW! OW! N-NOTHING, I WASN'T TRYING TO DO ANYTHING” A sinister smirk came up on Bakugos face “You better pray we aren't paired up together for training. You won't live through it” He says letting go and walking towards you. “He didn't touch your right?” He asked you still slightly pissed off. You shook your head giving him a reassuring smile and placing a hand on his arm.
“I'm fine Katsuki. Thank you.” He smirks grabbing you and kissing you deeply so Mineta and everyone else knows that you are his and his only. Mineta kept his fat mouth shut for the rest of the day but was unlucky during the training session. He was with Recovery Girl for the next 2 days.
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It was pretty quiet in the classroom. Mostly hushed voices and paper rustling. Everyone was just waiting for Aizawa to roll into class. Todoroki was just reviewing notes with you until you stepped out to use the bathroom. 
Todoroki continued to review notes on his own until he could have sworn he heard your name. He glanced around the classroom looking until, there. He spotted Mineta talking to Kaminari and Sero in the back of the classroom. Gesturing towards the door you just walked out of with that gross look on his face that made Todoroki shrivel up in disgust.
“Did you see the way her legs looked? They're so slender and sexy”
“Bro I don't think you should-”
“And her bust! Oh man I was Y/N to just-”
An ice crystal soon shadowed the room. Mineta is displayed inside. “I strongly suggest you keep your perverse topic of conversation away from Y/N and all the other girls in class”
Todoroki said towards Mineta's frozen body before swiftly returning to his notes. “All right everyon-” Aizawa halted seeing the large spear of ice. Glancing towards Todoroki who innocently carries on with his studies. “What happened here?” He questioned everyone pointing at you as you coincidentally walk in. You stand there confused seeing an ice block and fingers pointed towards you slowly putting together what had happened. 
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livinggxd3adgirl · 2 months ago
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synopsis— this is a part 2 of “what’s that supposed to mean?”
a/n— I did not expect so many people to like the first part and want a 2nd part .I thought it was going to going to flop. But thank you guys sm! As always there may be errors so pls forgive me. Likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated!
It had been about 2 weeks since you left gojo. You had been staying at his best friends, geto’s house. You were wearing getos clothes nice all of your was at your apartment that gojo is currently living in. Gojo had called you a few times, but you never answered. You weren’t sure what he wanted with you, but frankly, you didn't care what he had to say. You sat on the sugurus couch. The house filled with silence. All you could hear was the sound of your beating heart. Your mind ran through what happened that night over and over again until you couldn't even remember your own name.
you were snapped out of your thoughts about gojo when you heard the door click open and getos soft voice. "Hey .. im back, I brought us some food. " Geto had been trying to comfort you with all your favorite foods and just be by your side during this hard time.
"Thanks, suguru.. really, " you gave him a weak smile. Suguru set down his keys before he set the bag of food down on the coffee table in front of you.
"Listen.. I know that you're still heart broken about gojo and all, but he's coming here later. He said he wanted to talk to me about something. " he sounded reluctant to tell you that Gojo was coming and for good reason.
You nod your head as he spoke. He sucked in a deep breath before you spoke. Your throat was itchy because of all the crying you have been doing for the past 2 weeks. "I understand geto, ill leave after I eat." Your weak smile pulled at Geto's heart strings. He truly couldn't reason why he even let you stay so long. Geto felt bad for you, of course, but there was something else he felt for you, but he just couldn't understand what it was.
Before geto could stop himself, he quickly spoke, "You dont have to leave, sweetheart..." he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. "You can stay in my bedroom while he's here. I can't fathom letting that idiot drive you out of here, too. " You finally let out a real smile as you sniffle. For the first time in 2 weeks, you felt like you finally had someone that was on your side.
"Should we eat?" You ask whike smiling. Geto, let's go of your hand as he starts working the bag open.
2 HOURS LATER
You and geto had eaten and watched movies for a while before gojo texted suguru he was in his way. "Stay here, sweetheart. I'll come get you myself, " Geto reassured you as he gave your shoulder a soft squeeze.
"I'll be here waiting.. and geto thank you, really I'm very grateful for everything you have done for me. " Geto couldn't fathom how stupid Gojo was for letting someone like you out of his sight. God, if you were his, he would never let you leave his apartment.
Sugurus train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. He quickly said his goodbyes and answered his front door.
You sat on Getos bed and stared at the closed bedroom door. The mere thought of gojo being just a few feet away from you made you want to throw up. As time passed, it felt like hours, but in reality, it had only been a few minutes.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard gojo and getos' voice gradually get closer and closer to the door. You can hear geto say "cmon dude don't go in there really just go wait in the living room ill get it for you".
Before Geto could even stop him, Gojo flung the door open. His eyes immediately widen as he sees you sitting comfortably on Sugurus bed.
"what the fuck are you doing here?"
edit!: prt 3
tags!! @ourfinalisation @96jnie @qashmer @sugurugirlie @gollumsmygel @ritzes28
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camilyscove · 2 months ago
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A LOVE UNLIKE ANY OTHER . JJ MAYBANK ꩜
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trope : enemies to lovers .
genre : fluff . ꩜
summary : you start having your doubts about whether jj really was the worst person you met after the pogues lock you in a room together .
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IT NEVER OCCURRED TO YOU how much you actually liked jj. it pained you to admit such a thing, even if it was just in your head.
ever since you and jj met, there was a rivalry between you two. the other pogues didn't understand why, and as much as they tried to make you two get along, it never worked.
you were at a party when you first met jj, and you had been trying to find your friend, kie, when some drunk dude stumbled into you, his drink spilling onto your shirt.
you hitched your breath, muttering out a small 'shit,' when you looked up at the boy.
it was strange, but you felt your chest tighten. your heartrate picked up, and you couldn't rip your eyes away from him. he was so.. perfect, with those ocean blue eyes of his and his dimples that you found absolutely adorable. you wanted to be the one to make those dimples appear in a laugh, wanted to look into those gorgeous eyes of his and just admire them. and his hands. you wanted to lace your fingers through his—
"damn, my fault, mamacita," he said sarcastically. he was dazed, and his eyes were clouded. you blinked, giving him a look of disbelief.
"this top was $50," you deadpanned, your heart dropping to your stomach. you looked down at the stain you knew wasn't going to come off, biting your lip nervously. he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he placed a hand on your shoulder for balance.
"well, obviously you're a kook, so just buy another one." you stared at him, suddenly all those thoughts about how beautiful he looked disappeared. the only thought you had now was to not beat the living shit out of him.
"I bought it with my own money," you informed, pushing his hand off you shoulder. he squinted at you, as if he were trying to detect any sincerity in your sober eyes. "just because my family is rich, doesn't mean that I use my parents money to buy all my stuff."
"nahhhh," he trailed off, a stupid smile painting across his face. "all of y'all kooks are fuckin' lazy, 'ya feel me? us pogues gotta work our asses off, while you guys don't have to work for shit." his words were slurring together, and he laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world.
you knew this guy was definitely out of it, that he didn't understand what the hell he was saying. but you still took it personally. you were tired of everyone assuming you were some rich little spoiled princess that got everything she wanted, because it wasn't true. your parents worked hard to support your family. it wasn't like they just pulled all the money they made out of their ass, and you didn't just throw their money away for unnecessary things.
you actually worked at the country club; you were a cart girl and would waitress from time to time. your parents wanted you to learn that you would have to work for the things you wanted, too; that they wouldn't just hand you money when you wanted it.
"since you seem pretty fucking slow, i'm gonna let you know that I actually work at the country club to pay for the shit I want, but i dont blame you for not knowing, because obviously you've never been there," you bit back, and he knit his eyebrows at you.
"i'm slow? who the fuck do you think you are?"
"yes, you're very slow, you dumb fucking blond--"
right before you could finish, kie came up beside you.
"hey, jayj, i see you met—“ she cut herself off as she took in the tension between you two. “jj?” she said, looking at the boy who was fuming. she turned to you, a questioning look on her face. "what happened?"
you inhaled deeply, staring up at the boy who had your patience running thin. "this drunk ass dude spilled his drink on me, and he started calling me a lazy kook who uses my parents money to buy shit," you said lowly, not breaking eyes contact with him once.
"he's drunk, y/n. he has no idea what he's talking about--"
"drunk words speak sober thoughts. you've said it yourself."
she blinked, sighing before muttering an apology on your behalf to the jj guy before pulling you away. she scolded you for arguing with him, saying that he was actually cool if you just got to meet him, that he was drunk and was just saying things off the top of his head. you scoffed and shook your head, refusing to listen to any of her excuses about her friend.
from then on, your relationship between jj was composed of insults thrown at one another and situations where the pogues had to hold you back from swinging at the dude.
even though jj made it clear he had a deep hatred for you, you were still accepted into the group as one of them. they respected how you understood what hard-work was and that you actually made an effort to actually have the things you owned, rather than just begging your parents for money.
it had been two years since the first interaction between you and jj, except now the pogues were done with your shit. they despised how one of you just had to start something up, causing a whole argument to spark up between the two of you. so they came up with a plan.
you were laying flat on your stomach on your bed, reading a book as you listened to the waves crashing against the shore in the background, the result of leaving your window open. your phone began to ring, and you put the book down before answering the call. it was john b.
"yo, we're all going to meet up at the château in like, 10 minutes," you heard him say on the other end of the phone. you sighed, turning to lay on your back.
"i'm on lockdown from sneaking out last time."
"when are you not?" he said with a laugh, and you rolled your eyes.
"y'know what? fuck it. my parents are probably asleep, anyway. my brother will cover for me if they wake up and notice i'm gone, " you said, standing up to pull your shoes on.
"alright, see 'ya later."
he hung up, and you slid your window all the way open. you jumped onto the tree right next to your window, climbing down the ladder before hitting the ground and getting into your new car. you drove away, praying that this would be a lucky time you didn't get caught.
when you finally arrived at the château, you padded up the steps of the porch before swinging the door open, met by surprise as someone grabbed you from behind. you immediately elbowed them in the chest, making them loosen their grip, and before you could hurt them any further, two other people got a hold of you. you tried to scream, but they covered your mouth and dragged you to the back of the château.
"sorry, babes, but we have to do it," you heard kie's voice say. your voice of suprise and confusion was muffled beneath john b's hand.
you were pushed into big john's office, the door locking behind you.
you slammed your fists against the door, screaming for kie and john b and pope to let you out. you were so focused onto getting out of the room that you didn't notice jj sitting on the other side of the room.
"they're not gonna open it, dumbass."
his voice caught you by surprise, and you turned to see him spinning around in big john's chair. you scoffed.
of course.
"you're not leaving until you guys become friends!" you heard pope say from the other side of the door.
"besties," kie corrected, her voice a whisper.
"I'm not saying besties," he protested.
"you have to say besties," john b confirmed, and you heard more aggravated whispers until pope finally caved in.
"until you guys become besties!" you heard kie laughing as pope said, "there, you happy?"
"no way they locked me in a room with you," you said, your jaw going slack as you stared at him in disgust.
"trust me, i'm not any happier than you are, miss kook princess"
"this is the most betrayed i've ever felt in all my seventeen years of living."
"that's a pretty long time."
you looked around before rushing to the windows, but before you could even try to get them open, jj spoke up. "they're painted shut. no way out of this one, mamacita."
"how many times have I told you not to call me that?"
"I dunno."
"exactly. too many times to count, dickhead." he began to go on a rant about how improper it was for you to say such a thing. you sighed and slid down the wall, leaning your head against it as you closed your eyes. now you had to listen to his voice for— God knows how long.
it was a nightmare.
you couldn’t believe you had snuck out again just to be locked into a room with jj— did the pogues not understand that you were already on thin ice with your parents?
about an hour had passed, and jj was still talking about anything that came up on his mind. it irritated you, and you had just about enough when he started to sing.
“jj, can you just shut the fuck up?” you snapped. he looked up at you, a little surprised at the intensity in your voice.
“like, i know the other pogues aren’t the only ones that are tired of this back-and-forth shit.”
jj looked up, meeting your eyes from across the room where you sat next to the door. he had a little doubt in his eyes, and he hesitated for a minute before standing up and moving to sit down next to you.
you knitted your eyebrows together, confused about the close proximity. jj looked down at you, silent as he observed the all-too-familiar features he liked to secretly trace with his eyes when you weren’t looking.
“i…”
you had no idea where this was going.
“i’m sorry.”
you blinked. “what?”
“i said i’m sorry. i’ve always kind-of been a dick to you,” he mumbled, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers as he avoided eye-contact.
“kind-of is an understatement.” he shot you a playful glare, and you laughed. “i should be apologizing, too, jj. i made things much more serious than they needed to be.”
jj locked eyes with you, and suddenly you felt that feeling again. that first emotion when you first saw him at that party.
you seemed to finally remember how gorgeous he was, with his sea-ridden beach-blond hair that fell onto his forehead perfectly and those sweet blue eyes. they looked dazed, just like they did at the party, except he wasn’t high or drunk. he was with you.
to him, it felt the same. even better, actually.
“look— i gotta be honest, okay?” he started, nervously biting his fingernails. you nodded. “all that stuff i said about you being a kook was.. well, it was just me trying to be a jerk. i don’t actually think of you as one of them. y-you’re a pogue. one of us.”
“thank you,” you said quietly, a small smile painting across your face.
“and— i never hated you. i just didn’t want to confront my feelings because i don’t do feelings. so i made myself think that you were a bitch and—“
“wait, what?”
he stopped, and you felt like the weights had been lifted off you shoulders. it wasn’t just you?
”feelings? what do you mean by that?”
jj’s eyes widened, and he took a deep breath as he ran a hand through his hair. “fuck i— i said to much, okay? just.. ignore what i said—“
but before he could finish his anxious rambling, you cupped his jaw with your palm before leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips.
it was mind-altering. you had always dreamed that this would happen, but then you’d kick yourself for thinking such a thing. now, you realized it wasn’t such a stupid thought as jj kissed you back.
you finally pulled away to catch your breath, and you laughed softly. jj had the biggest grin on his face; like a little kid waking up the morning of christmas.
“you—“
“yeah, jj. i like you, too,” you whispered, grabbing one of his hands and lacing your fingers through them just like you wanted to at that party.
“you’re not just doing this so that you can leave this room?”
you gave jj a look, and he laughed. “yeah, i am, actually. i kissed you because i want to leave this room that badly.”
“hey, what are we gonna tell the pogues?” he asked. you shrugged.
“i have no idea.”
“what if we just, like, smooched in front of them? y’know, a lot.”
“please never say smooch again.” he frowned. “and you’re just saying that because you wanna kiss me again.”
“you know me too well,” he breathed out before leaning in to kiss you one more time. he then pulled you up with him off the floor, about to bang on the door and tell the rest of the pogues that you guys made up. but he stopped himself, turning to look at you.
“can i be your boyfriend?” he asked, a nervous waver in his voice. you smiled, taking a minute to gaze at his face before nodding and squeezing his hand.
“of course, jj.”
and this time, he didn’t have to look for the sincerity in your eyes.
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authors note : this is my first fanfic so any constructive criticism would be appreciated ! thank you for reading . 💞
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rosinaparker · 5 months ago
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Skz 9th member
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Genre: fluff, crack
pairing: platonic!skz x f!reader
warnings: cursing, flirty comments/touches
A/N: Heyy guys...let's ignore the fact that we have been gone for a whole month😃 inspiration hasn’t been flowing at all for us☹️ -Rose✩
When you first joined the group, it was quite hard to fit in. Jyp wanted to make a mixed group. A group that would blow the internet up. Since Chan was choosing the members, he made sure the girl would fit in with the others. It turned out that you were the perfect fit for the group. Singing, rapping, visuals, you had it all. Chan took you under his wing as the oldest, making sure you felt as comfortable as you could get.
The boys were quite nervous around you. I mean lets be honest, its quite nerve wracking to know that a girl is gonna be apart of your group, meaning you have to be respectful, tidy up your space, make sure that the friendship stays platonic. It was hard for some of them of course, having a cute girl in the dorms was definitely exciting but it never bubbled up into something serious.
After a few years of getting to know the boys, writing songs together, practicing, talking.. you got used to them, and so did they. Any suspicion of romantic attraction was thrown out the window in their mind. They saw you as their little sister, besides Jeongin since you’re a few months older then him!
Now you’re probably asking yourself; how do they act around me? Well…
Chan
Very sweet
Most likely a father figure at this point
Has this soft spot for you when you ask for certain stuff
Protective
Everytime the others flirt with you, he kinda just sighs, knowing damn well theres gonna be rumors about that again
He honestly gave up on trying to stop it and just started getting all lovey dovey with you too
Lays on top of you to make you groan in annoyance
Minho
You know how he’s called the butt hunter? Yeah none of that for you
My dude has never touched you inappropriately
Very VERY respectful, even after all these years
Though his mouth still runs when he gets the chance to say something flirty
Ruffles your hair alot
The way he smiles at Han? You get the same treatment
Changbin
Such a silly guy
Honestly just throws you around alot
Head pats
Everytime you’re doing your hair, he kinda sits in the corner just watching you
Not in a creepy way or anything, he just admires the way it falls
Dances the sassiest choreographies with you
Most of the tiktoks you guys have posted are all girl group dances
Hyunjin
Genuinely just melts looking at you /p
Finds you so precious
You know how he has that cute aggression towards jeongin? Yeah expect it to happen to you too
Gets you jewelry alot, just because you mentioned you like wearing it on occasions
Leaves soft lingering touches alot (by accident, like around the waist or neck)
Paints you 24/7
If you’re into art too, you guys would always go out somewhere quiet and just paint the scenery
And if not then you are drawing ugly portraits of each other
Everytime you decide to go out at night without bodyguards for whatever reason, he is always the first to say he’s going with you
No you can’t decline, even Chan says he has to go with you because you could get in trouble
Jisung
Biggest fanboy
Forces you to call him oppa
But you dont, and he whines about it
Most touchy out of all the members
Always has an arm around your shoulder or waist
He just likes to know that you’re close
He might’ve had a crush on you at the beginning of the trainee years
He was gonna take that one to the grave but hyunjin exposed him in a skz code episode once
Now all the stays mess around with him
You guys as a duo get in trouble the most
Absolutely pulls that 'going in for a kiss' move on you
Screams if you lean in
Falls asleep in your bed
Felix
Softie
He has this weird obsession with poking your cheeks
Since the beginning of trainee years, he spent most of his time around you
Mostly because you understood him the best (besides Chan)
Gets so upset if you’re upset
Real bestie behavior
You get in trouble together 2.0
Always takes you out to shopping because you’re most honest when it comes to the clothes he picks out
You guys have this special bond together
Singing karaoke in your bedroom>>
You usually like to pretend to kiss him, he never backs up though which ruins your joke most of the time and he loves it
Cuddles with you the most
Seungmin
His part time job is literally to tease the living shit out of you
Feels the need to be gentle with you
Probably because you’re a girl
You’re not a fan of it
He always gets you your favorite boba flavor
Has seen you cry the most
Has even spend over 2 hours just listening to you vent out your frustrations
You always make flirty jokes but he just pushes you away till you stop saying that shit to him
And if he isn’t pushing you away, then he gets real close to catch you off guard
Even though he always denies it on camera when the others mention it, he gets quite happy when you guys end up having to share a bed in skz codes episodes or other shows
His reasoning for it, is because you tend to wrap yourself around him which comforts him
Jeongin
Makes fun of the fact that you’re shorter then him
Pokes your sides all the time
Annoying Little brother and frustrated big sister behavior
Even though he doesn’t admit it, he wishes you were younger then him so he could take care of you just like the others do
He isn’t a fan of physical touch, so whenever you get too close he playfully looks disgusted
But if you’re in need of touch, he is very willing to give it
If he’s feeling like it, he likes to slow dance on stage at concerts
But he immediately gets embarrassed
It feels good to write something again😋 -Rose✩
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fuckitupfelix · 3 months ago
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hai… its me again BUT I HAVE ANOTHER SCENARIO IDEA ALSO IMMSORRY AHOUT MY OTHER ASK AUGHH IT WAS RIGHT IN UR RULES DUDE BUT BUT MY IDEA IS SCENARIO OF WHICHEVER HQ CHARACTER OF UR CHOOSING WITH AN S/O WHO HAS REALLY BAD MUSCLE STRAIN FROM PRACTISING VOLLEYBALL BUT REFUSE TO REST AND GAGAGAGA :3
DONT WORRY ABOUT IT BRO ITS ALL GOOD!!! IM GONNA COOK WITH THIS ONE TO MAKE UP FOR IT 🙏🙏 actually writing now hope this doesn't turn out bad..
hit it til it breaks...?
iwaizumi hajime x male reader
word count: 1k
iwaizumi's noticed that his boyfriend, seijoh's libero, hasn't been doing his best.
FEM ALIGNED DNI
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iwaizumi has seen what pushing yourself past your limits can do to you. he's seen how oikawa always strived to be the best he could, sometimes pushing himself beyond exhaustion. it takes a huge toll on your body, so iwa promised himself he'd take care of himself, and it's not exactly a secret. he pushed everyone to do the same.
so it surprised iwaizumi when he noticed (name) acting different in the past few weeks. they were all very subtle changes; he would buy coffee in the morning more often, was a bit slower with receives, and a little more tired than he usually used to be.
he was pushing himself.
that's what iwaizumi thought initially. he's seen the signs in oikawa enough times to know the aftermath of straining yourself and making your body work overtime. he decides to wait a bit, see if (name) would mention anything by himself. he didn't.
"iwaaaa," (name) called, leaning over iwaizumi's desk. "can i borrow your homework answers?"
iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at that. "you didn't get time finish it last night?" he asked, pulling out the papers. he noticed his boyfriend's hesitation before he took the papers.
"nah, only got through half of it before i went to bed. my mom had me run errands after school. y'know, groceries 'n stuff." (name) said causally. he hunched over iwaizumi's desk to quickly write down the rest of his answers before passing the worksheets back to him. "thanks!"
"yeah, no problem. . . by the way—" but (name) had left before he could ask his question.
later that day, during practice, the team was doing a spiking drill. (name)'s receives were all flawless, but iwaizumi noticed the slight stiffness of his movements. how he grit his teeth for a spike that wasn't particularly hard to get. how his feet left the ground half a second too late. how his breathing grew ragged faster than usual.
'maybe im overthinking things,' and so he shook the thoughts away. he's used to having to deal with oikawa's bullshit. maybe its made him paranoid.
he went to spike, moving fluidly. the ball went a bit of a distance away from (name)'s direction— almost halfway across the court— but he still went for it. that's when it happened.
(name) reached, pushing himself to make contact with the ball, willing himself to. and he did. he sent it up nicely— a beautiful arc straight to the net. but his body had already exhausted itself. it was too much. his face contorted in pain as he felt his leg spasm. his body slammed against the floor, his shoulder connecting with the wood panels in an odd way. his body tumbled over itself like a ragdoll. (name) just laid there.
iwaizumi darted over to (name), eyes blown wide with panic. as gently as he could, he grabbed his shoulders, lifting him up. his grip was still tight.
"(name)? (name), are you okay?" he asked, sweat dripping from his forehead onto (name).
(name)'s eyes opened, face morphing into a frown. "yeah, shit. . . sorry," he mumbled. he tried to push himself to stand, but let out a sharp groan, falling back down to the floor.
the sound of shoes squeaking against the gym floors was faded as (name) and iwaizumi sat together in the club room. (name)'s leg was propped up on one of the chairs.
'how did this happen?'
sure, (name) was pushing himself more than usual, but that was because the inter-high preliminaries were right around the corner! he had to do his best so the team could go to nationals!
"hey." iwaizumi's voice drew (name) out of his thoughts. ". . . why didn't you stop?" he asked.
". . .what?"
"you were pushing yourself too hard, your body couldn't keep up, and now you can barely move your legs. why didn't you take a break?"
(name) tensed up at iwa's words. he frowned. "because i needed to do better. i needed more practice. i need to be better—"
"is this really better to you?" iwaizumi cut him off. (name) flinched at the volume. iwaizumi was pissed. "seriously, tell me. do you think pushing yourself this far helping anyone? we all need practice, but without breaks, you're doing more harm than good!"
"i know that!" (name) snaps. he glared down at the floor. his head was spinning and his legs were throbbing and he could feel his face grow hot, tears brimming in his eyes.
"i know it was stupid, i know i should have paid attention, i'm sorry. i just wanted us to do better! i wanted us to win." (name) managed. god, he knew he sounded pathetic, the way his throat closed up on him, making him sound all whiney. he rubbed the tears away with the back of his hands, his face scrunched up.
iwaizumi wasn't expecting that. he walks over, sitting next to his boyfriend. he wraps an arm around his shoulder, bringing (name) in to rest his head on his chest.
"hey, hey, it's okay," iwaizumi mumbled. he wasn't great at comforting people. he ran his hand along (name)'s back, rubbing circles. "c'mon. can you stand properly? i'm taking you home."
"what? come on, iwa, just give me a minute, i-i can make it for the rest of practice—"
"(name)." iwaizumi said sternly. "what you need is rest. you don't need to overexert your body anymore. and, you're banned from any type of practice until you get better." he adds.
"what?" (name) sputtered. "that's not fair!"
"of course it is, dumbass!" iwaizumi huffed, crossing his arms. "if you try to play volleyball injured, it'll get worse and take longer to heal. seriously. i don't like seeing you hurt," he adds, quieter that time.
a small smile grew on (name)'s face at that. "fine, but only cause i don't want you worrying," he chuckled. he leaned over to plant a small kiss on iwaizumi's cheek.
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". . . okay, now help me up? please?"
AAAAJFHHH i hope that was okay (⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)!!! it was kind of angsty idk if you wanted that. . . lmk if i need to fix anything!!! requests are still open btw!!
divider by @/plutism !!
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thewertsearch · 1 year ago
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GG: you said you are asking me permission first and i appreciate that GG: but if you are asking im afraid my answer is no! AT: oKAY, i RESPECT THAT, AT: bUT, i WONDER, GG: what? AT: i WONDER IF A TRULY SELF CONFIDENT GUY, wITH THE BEST SELF ESTEEM THERE IS, wOULD EVEN NEED TO ASK, AT: mAYBE THE BEST GUY WOULD JUST KNOW HE WOULD BE SUCCESSFUL, aND WOULD DO IT ANYWAY BECAUSE IT IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, aND EVERYONE ELSE'S,
I don't think Tavros is just emulating Vriska here. This is a very Alternian mindset, and it's one we've seen before.
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Alternia is, after all, an empire. It's a society whose idea of success is inexorably tied to violence and domination - so if you're trying to be a better troll, you'll probably gravitate to both, even if you don't realize it.
It's not really about your personality, either. Karkat is, by all accounts, one of the more moral trolls in the party - but as we've seen above, even he's got those imperial instincts. This sort of thing is insidious, and once it worms its way into your brain, it can be hard to shake.
Tavros is a very straightforward example. He's finally gained some 'confidence' - and what's his first impulse?
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To seize a useful resource from an alien, and use it against her will.
GG: that would be smug and arrogant and would make you a bully!!! [...] AT: yOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT ALL THAT, i'LL RESPECT YOUR WISHES, AT: oR, AT: wILL i? };) GG: nooooooooo dont dont dont dont dont GG: im serious GG: uuuuggghh i think my headache is coming back AT: i WAS jUST, AT: mAKING A JOKE, AT: sORRY, }:(
This dude cannot read a room. Truly, the anti-Terezi.
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AG: Next time you decide to open your heart to an alien girl…….. AG: Make sure her chat client isn't 8eing holographically projected for all to see, ok?
This exploit should apply to chat clients of any size, provided the screen is visible. Maybe John's Pesterchum Glasses were a better investment than I thought.
AG: Jade let you down too easy. She's too nice! Someone's got to tear into you for that appalling display, and once again, guess who's shoulders that falls on? AG: That's right. Vriska's, as usual.
Tavros probably does need someone to explain what he did wrong, but it should be anyone but Vriska. This is obviously just going to be more bullying, and no actual advice.
AT: i THINK SHE HAS THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF NICENESS, pERSONALLY, AT: aN AMOUNT THAT IS SOME, iNSTEAD OF, AT: nONE,
Showing backbone against Vriska, eh? Finally, a constructive use for all that confidence.
Progress is progress, even when it's just a minor clapback.
AG: Hey, I'm nice when it matters, [...]
Nope, I'm calling Vriska's bluff. What nice things has she done so far, exactly?
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Sure, she made Tavros the rocket chair, but only after mercilessly tormenting him for his physical condition, which she caused.
Plus, this wasn't even a real apology gift. She kept bullying him after that, and is literally doing so as we speak.
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I guess she also made Aradia's soulbot, as an 'apology' for murdering her with her own boyfriend. To be precise, she had Equius make it, with horrific results that she should probably have seen coming.
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She also thought that it would be 'nice' to tell Terezi that her blindness 'wasn't that bad'. This conversation was kind of complicated, though, and I'm not sure what her actual intention was.
Anyway, it's pretty clear that Vriska doesn't really grok what 'nice' means. She gives Tavros a rocket chair, continues to torment him, and doesn't understand the contradiction, because she doesn't think his feelings actually matter.
[...] and where it doesn't strangul8te the critical development of people I give a shit a8out, ok?
"After all, no one was ever nice to ME, and look how gr8 I turned out! When you think about it, it's actually a GOOD thing that no one ever showed me kindness! It made me strong! Don't you want to 8e stroooooooong, Pupa? ::::D"
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I'm reminded of this exchange from Hivebent. Kanaya recommends that Vriska practice some basic self-care, and Vriska completely flies off the handle, furious at the mere suggestion that she should be kind to herself.
Vriska thinks kindness will harm her. She refuses to accept it, and avoids showing it to anyone, which makes her remarkably consistent in her cruelty. I'm willing to bet that there's nothing she's said to Tavros that she hasn't already said to herself.
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a-cat-in-toffee · 2 months ago
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this doesn't feel long enough for ao3 and I don't feel like doing tags rn have civilian au Williams and Dakota being gay
"So what, you're like, a real life hero?" Dakota shouldered the bag, bouncing along next to William. "That's so cool."
He shrugged, eyes flitting from nearby person to person. "It's kinda cool, I guess. I'm not like- I mean we're still in training, but..."
"But you still go on missions! And fight stuff!" Dakota grinned widely, hopping to avoid cracks in the sidewalk.
"Eh, not much fighting stuff." Or missions, if he was being completely transparent, which he often had to be. Ha. Invisibility joke. "We're generally more stealthy than fighty."
"That's still really cool, though!" Dakota insisted. "You're still saving people."
William laughed slightly. Dakota had such a black and white view of heroism, it was sort of... refreshing? William was so constantly in his own head about morality, and if what he was doing was really worth it, that talking to Dakota about it felt like getting dunked in cold water and realizing he had been overheating.
"So do you have a super cool secret base?" The smile on Dakota's face was infectious, William found. It was hard to be too angsty around him.
"I guess, yeah. I dont think it'd be a good idea to show you, though."
Dakota sighed dramatically, leaning against William and bringing a hand to his forehead. He probably would have said something dumb, something in butchered old English maybe, but he apparently forgot to account for one thing in his theatrics. William was weak as shit.
Almost instantly William, with a yelp, stumbled backwards into the street. Dakota fell with him, and the two of them landed next to eachother. Dakota's arm was across William's chest, the contact warm and burning only for a second before Dakota sits up, looking down at William. The two are silent for a moment.
Then, Dakota bursts out laughing. "Dude-"
"Not all of us can support the weight of another, Dakota!" William laughed along, letting his head fall down onto the pavement.
"It's not even about that, though! You're a hero, don't you know anything about stance?"
William's chest hurt. It felt good. "I told you! We do stealth shit!"
"They should still teach you basic fighting!"
He lulled his head over, looking at Dakota. His hair had fallen even more out of place, and William felt an urge to fix it. Whoa, bust, calm down there. He smiled down at Will, face barely catching the light from the streetlamp.
"Maybe you can teach me sometime."
"Well clearly I have to!" He looked so pretty. "Whats gonna happen if you get in a fight?"
"I'm sure the others could take care of it."
Dakota sighed, laying down next to William, once more dramatically bringing his wrist to his forehead. "Woe is me, mine darling husband was shipped off to fight in the war, but they didn't teach him how to fight, and he caught a stray bullet whilst on a train."
William felt his face heat up. "And we got married when?"
"Why, quite a many few years ago, of course. My momma didn't approve of you, thought you were a real wrongen," William laughed at the fake accent Dakota had put on as he talked, "But you were an honest one, and you won her over. Now, what I don't know is that you've been sleepin' a little closer in your cot with your bunkmate- and I won't ever find out once the war takes you, but it's fine. I'll find solace in Ashe, who has been my darling friend since childhood."
"Dakota."
"Hm?"
"If you were my husband and I got sent off to the war, I would never cheat on you."
Dakota frowned. "Now I feel kind of bad. Ashe was going to move in with me in order to help me through my grief and tend to affairs. We wouldn't get married but all the village children would whisper."
William was laughing again. He couldnt remember a time he had laughed this much in one conversation. "It's okay- it wouldn't matter if I was dead, right?"
He hummed. "What if your bunkmate was Vyncent?"
"Okay!" He stood up, trying to ignore the burning in his cheeks. "We should get out of the road."
Dakota laughed at him, grinning as wide as before as he teetered off into giggles. Will offered out his hand, looking away when Dakota grabbed it and pulled himself up. He then made the objectively bad decision to look back, being met with Dakotas face much closer than he expected.
He had freckles. They were small and hard to notice, which William thought was odd considering how sun-kissed Dakota's skin was, but now that he saw them he couldn't unsee them.
"Sorry for suggesting you would have an affair with your bunkmate." He giggled. "I forgot you wrote the perfect husband, and would never ever cheat on me, even with cute purple haired boys."
He can hear his heartbeat in his ears. Was William dying? Was this it? Is the what a heart attack felt like?
"Dakota, we're still in the middle of the street."
Dakota sighed, not letting go of William's hand and tugging him along back to the sidewalk. "Of course, of course. And we have to worry about all this traffic!" With his free hand he gestured to the empty street.
"You never know."
William felt as Dakota's hand relaxed, but instead of letting go, laced their fingers together.
Oh god.
Oh no.
William was so fucked.
"Yeah, sure. Let's just get to the bus stop, then you can go home to your awesome and dope superhero base, okay?"
William laughed. "Yeah, okay."
"Best husband." Dakota said it like a concrete fact, grinning, and William's heart did a flip.
He was so fucked and there was nothing he could do about it.
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gamerchrissgf · 15 hours ago
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𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 - 𝖈.𝖘
A little blurb while i work on sum other stuffs
The triplets and reader go to an old abandoned haunted house. Chris thinks its a good idea to scare reader!
Scared!reader, prankster!chris, swearing, reader gets an injury (thanks to chris)
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“Yea there is no way in hell I’m stepping foot in this house” you say turning around trying to walk back towards the car. Feeling a hand grab your shoulder you look and see Nick “Please stay? If we decide to split up chris can go with you.. is that okay?” He asks looking back at the boy in questioning.
“Yea I’m cool with it as long as she is” he says looking at you. “Okay but the second either of you try something stupid I’m swinging.” You say with a straight face.
Matt chuckles “you couldn’t even fight yourself out of a wet paper bag kid, let alone would you actually swing on us” he states still laughing at you. Oh so he thinks I’m joking.
“Ask chris. I got a mean right hook Matthew. Chris found out the hard way when him nick and I went to that house party and he thought it would be funny to try throwing me in the pool.” You say looking at chris the little bruise on his jaw still evident. You didn’t mean to hit him as hard as you did. But to be fair you thought it was some random dude manhandling you.
“Yea yea kid. You got hands or whatever can we go now?” Chris asks trying to avoid the bullying he was about to receive from his brothers for getting his shit rocked by a girl. Let alone you.
Walking up to the door it was locked. “Great can we go now?!” You say looking that the three boys. “No way in which means we dont need to be here.” You add. “Hold up i have an idea” chris says. Backing away from the door. He kicks the door open.
“CHRIS” you matt and nick yell in unison. “There is absolutely no fucking way you just did that. Moms definitely going to put a new mugshot up for you for destruction of property” Nick says causing you to laugh remembering the mugshot pics they took to give their mom for Christmas.
“Oh please. Could have said a bear did it. Or that it was already kicked in before we got here” I mean he’s not wrong. This house was always known for being broken into. I mean it’s also the oldest home in town, had belonging to a sweet old lady named Gertrude. Taking a look inside “how the fuck could a sweet little old lady such as Gertrude live in this scary hell hole?” You ask out loud.
After investigating the house for a while you guys did end up splitting up. And you lost chris. “Chris! Oh my fucking god where is this kid.” Walking down to the main floor “Chris i swear to god if you do some dumb shit ill kill you!” You yell still not being able to find the damn kid. You hear the floorboards creak from behind you.
Turning around your met with a clown mask. You being you, absolutely terrified of clowns. Youve always hated them since you were 6 years old. The boys know this as well. “OH FUCK NO” you scream turning around running to the door. Being chased by the masked figure.
Swinging the front door open running out onto the front porch the wood underneath your right foot breaks causing your leg to fall through. “OW FUCK. Stop stop stop please stop.” You yell out now crying from being scared and now having a sliced open shin. “Oh shit kid! Are you good?! Im sorry!” Chris rushes over to you taking the mask off.
“F- mmm- fuck you chris. Ow ow ow stop your making it worse!” Crying in pain. Nick and matt run downstairs seeing the predicament your currently in. “What the fuck happened?!” Nick asks. Looking up at him with tears in your eyes. You point at the mask then point towards chris. “Your a fucking idiot chris. I’ll call the ambulance” matt says dialing 911.
By the end of the night your in the hospital with a sprained ankle and 5 stitches on your shin. “Dude im so sorry i didnt mean.. i didnt mean to scare you that bad. I didnt mean for you to get hurt-” chris rambles on. “Yea yea save it. But at least ill have a badass scar.” The four of you laugh in the patient room. “Definitely going in the memory book. Say cheese guys!” Nick says throwing his camera up snapping a pic.
a/n: just wanted to post something happy Halloween!
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xticklemeemox · 2 months ago
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The Love You Want: III, Part Twelve
Word count: 18,438
teehee fluff and smut and ANGST
Kinda dont like this but im insecure so!!!! <3
ALSO THIS FORE IS NOT ACTUALLY ONE OF THE FORE'S THE BAND HAS HAD. NEW ORIGINAL DUDE THAT IM CALLING FORE
Masterlist
AO3
Previous Part
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Vessel and II are a quarter way into The Two Towers when III finally wakes, drooling on II's pillow as Elvira sleeps on it above his head.
"Mornin'" III slurs, rubbing one eye as they curl up into as small of a ball as possible, right up against II's side.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Rest well?" II says, receiving only a muffled hum in reply.
"When you're more awake, I'm going to need your and Ves' help maneuvering the mattress into the house. Carrying it in was no problem's all the tight corners and furniture I won't be able to navigate past. It's just sitting in the foyer right now, taking up space." II requests, and III nods into II's side.
"Coffee first." They mumble, eyes still shut as a thumb absent-mindedly traces a line back and forth on II's thigh.
"You seem more tired than usual." Vessel comments lightly, erring on the worried side, sitting up.
"Using my magic all day while Four was here was exhausting. Sleep said I would get used to it, though, and it wouldn't affect me so badly with time."
"Will you be able to healthily maintain your disguise on tour?" II questions, turning his phone screen off to properly pay attention to the conversation.
"I'll be fine. I'll have ample practice by the time touring comes around since Four's probably going to be coming over more often. Oh, speaking of, how do you feel about him? A bit blunt, but I can be as well." III finally sits up too, yawning into a closed fist.
"It's a bit early for me to say. He seems nice enough. What about you, Vessel?"
Vessel takes a moment to gather the words, not sure how to respond. Should he mention the man in his dreams? Vessel had wanted to wait until he'd spoken with Sleep, but... No. No, he'll wait to say anything.
Biting his lip nervously, Vessel says, "I do not feel drawn to him as I was to Three."
II takes that answer in, remembering the way he, too, was drawn to III, but not as strongly as Vessel had been. II himself didn't feel drawn to Nick, to Four, either.
"Well, has Sleep chosen our Fourth yet?" III says around another yawn, tears beading at the corner of their eyes.
"I am not certain. I will ask." Vessel moves to get up, but II stops him with an arm around his waist, pulling him back to II's side.
"Stay awhile, sweetheart. Ask later, once we finish our movie. I don't want you to leave my side just yet."
Vessel's face floods with a startlingly red blush, more shy about II blatantly admitting to wanting his company than he was about all of the dirty talk from that sinfully pretty mouth.
"What were you watching anyway?" III asks, hunching over to lean his head on II's shoulder.
"Lord of The Rings: The Two Towers." II replies, using his available hand to start carding gentle fingers through their hair, his usual blonde but now sporting black tips.
II's hand is warm where it has slid down to grip Vessel's hip tenderly, and Vessel is utterly lost in the gentleness of it.
"Oh, I've never actually seen those movies. A few scenes here and there from the first one, but that's it."
"We can- Um, I don't mind restarting from the first movie. If- If Two doesn't mind." Vessel speaks up, blushing further when II presses a kiss to his cheek.
"I don't mind. I've seen The Lord of The Rings a myriad of times along with The Hobbit trilogy-" II pauses, a frown appearing alongside a furrow between his brow, seeming to be thinking hard about something, "With my mothers. We would dedicate a whole weekend every once in a while to watching both trilogies. It got more difficult to plan once I moved out, but we managed."
"A nice memory then." III says delicately, "Seeing as you remember that."
"Yeah, it was nice..." II murmurs before brightening, "That settles it then, we'll take this downstairs to the living room. First, we need the mattress moved. I'll make your coffee afterwards if you'll just help me now, Three?" II aims to compromise, and III takes a moment to think it over, still a bit drowsy.
He nods once, and that is that.
Except Vessel speaks up next, "I can help."
"Don't think I didn't notice the fresh blood on your bandages, my love. You're not helping." II insists, leaving no room for argument.
Vessel startles a little, looking down at his arms. As II says, red and black blood has seeped through the layers of Vessel's bandages, notifying the others of fresh wounds. Guilt freezes his veins, and he looks down to the bed, hands clenching tightly in his lap, feeling as though he should pull away from the comfort the other two are providing just by being so close.
"I want to help, regardless of what I've done to myself. I can help move furniture, or some other task. I do not want to be useless as you both do all the work."
II frowns, a heavy thing that seems to weigh down his shoulders too. "I do not want to exacerbate your injuries, self-inflicted as they are. If I even so much as think you're straining your arms too much, I'm sending you to time out on the couch."
"I am not an ill-mannered child that needs to be put in time out." Vessel protests in a murmur, before looking up in a sudden panic, fearing his words were too bold.
II's smile is softer than Vessel expects, eyes just as kind with a blatantly playful gleam that Vessel does not miss, "You certainly worry me as though you were one."
The panic washes away once Vessel sees that II isn't upset with him for talking back, a wobbling, guilty smile replacing the thin line his lips had fallen into. It's the only answer he can muster, and II takes it as it is, moving on, "Up, up, if we want to finish all three movies in the trilogy today we have to start soon."
"A lazy day, then? We have so many of those." III rolls over onto their back as II gets out of bed and pulls Vessel to his feet beside him.
Elvira yowls lowly as III accidentally lays his head on her tail, wacking them on the forehead with a paw. III scowls as they sit up, a palm pressed to where her claws had lightly scratched along his forehead.
"I think we all deserve one after the last few days. I know I was stressed about meeting our manager and then needing to pick a guitarist. Vessel was a wreck- Don't you try to object, honey, I could feel it in the bond."
Vessel gnaws on his lower lip to refrain from protesting anyway. II kisses him, a sudden thing that sends Vessel's thoughts scattering pleasantly. When II pulls away, he explains to a speechless Vessel, "Good morning kiss. Also, your lip was starting to bleed. Can't have that pretty mouth damaged, now can we?"
Vessel opens his mouth to stutter out a flustered response, glad when III speaks up instead, oscillating fingers beckoning II closer, "I want my good morning kiss!"
II laughs, pulling away from Vessel to crawl onto the bed, leaning over III to place a soft kiss on his lips, one hand cupping their face lovingly. "There, honey. Now, up."
III groans in dismay but does as told. Vessel makes to step away from the bed so III has ample space to stretch, but careful fingers thread through the hair at the back of his head after they stand, III reaching forth to pull Vessel close enough to kiss him just as tenderly as II had kissed them.
II laughs when III pulls away, the sheer redness of Vessel's face now visible. "So easily flustered today, Ves." He comments, picking his phone back up from the bed and checking the time.
"Your compliments are so freely given, I am not used to them, even now." Vessel replies, somehow managing to turn a deeper shade of scarlet.
"I love seeing you blush. Its my favorite thing. Of course I'm going to compliment you until that pretty flush appears. You and Two deserve every compliment I give. Two is so cute, even when he looks so angry while drumming."
II gasps, affronted, "I'm not angry! I'm concentrating."
"You look angry." III says bluntly, smirking.
"I do not! Ves, Ves, tell them they're wrong!" II pleads, trying and failing to keep from laughing.
Vessel looks between the two, embarrassment forgotten, finding the words on the tip of his tongue. Should he say them? He wants to, but fears II's reaction. II has never gotten angry with Vessel over anything he's said...
"Its the furrow between the brow." Vessel confirms, watching II carefully.
III smiles at Vessel participating in the teasing, hesitant still, but... more relaxed. He's been a bit more open with his words ever since he'd woken up from his week long sleep, more open with his affections, though barely.
"You wound me, sweetheart. Three is our brat but for you to agree with him? Why, I never!" II keeps his tone playful, exaggerated perhaps a bit too much, but he wants to make sure Vessel knows they're both only joking around.
Vessel's self-satisfied, answering smile is small but sends zings of delight down the bond, glad that his teasing had not landed him in any trouble.
"Enough playing around, we're wasting daylight!" II commands, clapping his hands together softly so that it doesn't startle Vessel too badly.
He's pleased when Vessel barely flinches, squeezing II's hand when he offers it to hold.
With all three of them working together, they manage to get the mattress into the living room. Fitting it with the sheet they'd bought, II decides to see how it looks shoved up on one end against the wall they don't use. It makes the living room look a little cluttered, but it's not like it won't look the same when they set the mattress down to use.
"Right then, I'll be making our drinks. Go on ahead and start up the first movie again, Three." II brushes a hand along III's lower back, purposefully touching the mark he knows sits there.
III lets out a loud squeal, a sound neither of the other vessels are sure they've ever heard from him. Their face flushes red, arousal splintering through the otherwise joyful bond. II's bond is satisfied, a sense of victory thrumming down the tether. Payback for III's teasing, Vessel supposes.
III opens their mouth to speak but II is already gone, light chuckles still being heard from the direction of the kitchen.
"I can't believe he did that and just walked away." III grumbles, causing Vessel to let out a small laugh.
He watches III closely afterwards, eyeing them up as though they're going to grow angry with Vessel for the noise, but III only sighs around a smile.
"You laugh, pretty, but we've not touched your mark. Its pleasurable, and he just left without even doing anything about the tent in my jeans. What a tease, that one. Adore him, though." III pouts, plopping down onto the mattress, remote in hand.
Will III ask Vessel to do something about his aroused state? Vessel wouldn't mind, not since its III.
Despite Vessel's secret hopes, III doesn't ask for help with his... problem, choosing instead to do as II asked while readjusting their pants every once in a while.
It confuses Vessel. III was clearly aroused, and Vessel was right there for use. His past partners wouldn't have even given it a second thought.
"Do you... need help with that?" Vessel asks after III adjusts their crotch area again.
"Hm? Oh, no. I'm fine." III dismisses Vessel's offer with a half-smile as they scroll through some movie app, looking for the correct movie.
Vessel tilts his head to the side, not quite understanding why III is refusing the help if Vessel is offering.
"Do you want to help?" III asks once he notices Vessel's odd expression, having selected the first movie of the trilogy and queuing it up to watch.
Vessel's lips pinch, glancing away. He goes to reply but III speaking over him stops the words from being heard, "I don't want you offering unless you want to, Vessel. I have a hand I can use if I really need to get off. At the moment, I'm not worried about it. My hard on will go away in a minute, I'll live."
Though there had been heavy deliberation, instead of offering himself up again, Vessel merely asks, "Are you certain?"
III levels a soft look at Vessel, one arm held out invitingly. As Vessel takes it and lets III pull him down to rest his head on their shoulder, they speak again, "I'm quite certain, Sugar. As we've said, you're more than just your body. We love you, not for what your body can give us."
Unbidden, tears well up in Vessel's eyes, held back with an iron will. He nods, throat tight, as II finally comes back with a few mugs in hand, held with fingers in strange positions befitting guitar chords.
Vessel sends a small portion of his gratefulness down the bond to both II and III, for differing reasons. II, for not bringing attention to Vessel's tears, and III for being so blessedly kind to him. To both of them, for giving Vessel so much he does not deserve.
II sets both his and Vessel's mugs down on the coffee table they'd decided to leave at the mattress' side, crawling over the blankets they'd haphazardly tossed onto the makeshift bed. He reaches for Vessel, curling one hand into the soft mess of his hair, the other coming to hold his shoulder for balance as II hovers on his knees.
"Might I have a kiss sweetheart?"
"Always."
The kiss is short and sweet, just a simple sliding of lips against eachother, delving no deeper into more intimate territory. When II pulls away, Vessel feels better, tears dried and forgotten.
"I've got the movie pulled up whenever you're both ready." III says, eyes just as soft as his voice, when II pulls away from Vessel.
II makes himself comfortable beside Vessel, all three of them leaned with their backs against the piping of the couch cushions. He then hands each of them their respective mugs, warm to the touch. The movie is started without much preamble, and Vessel and III get to experience the story in full for the first time, II chiming in quietly during duller moments to reveal backstory from the books or the ways mishaps during filming added to the movies.
Vessel's six eyes track different parts of the screen easily, keeping up with anything going on in the background, the subtitles, and the main focus of the movie's scenes. Its made easier by the screen being bigger, Vessel thinks offhandedly, taking another sip of his coffee.
The day is well spent, relaxed and comfortable. It is past midnight by the time all three of the extended editions of the movie's are finished, II chattering sleepily but excitedly about his favorite parts as Vessel and III follow along to the best of their ability. Its rare to see II with so much energy when he isn't drumming, and its quite a welcome sight.
II and III head off to bed while Vessel finally goes to the altar room. He lights all of the candles, as usual leaving the red one for Sleep to light himself. He kneels on the ground, feeling his knees beginning to ache from the unforgiving hardness of the floor. After a moment, he stands back up.
Before Vessel properly kneels for worship, he first has something he wishes to do. Has wished to do for some time now, ever since he woke up.
He stares ahead of him, the symbol on the wall seeming to beckon him closer. He reaches out, trying to find the words and feeling a little silly for even thinking about doing something like this.
"Thank you." Vessel whispers, one hand hovering over the sigil on the wall.
Even now, the drumbeat of his heart pounds in his ears, all around him.
"You kept Three safe. You finally did something right. You've fallen for such good people. You don't deserve them, will never deserve them for as long as you live your second chance at life. Undeserved as it is, unwanted-" Vessel cuts himself off, not daring to speak it out loud.
A deep breath in, and Vessel continues, "So many failed attempts and when you finally, finally succeed, you take back your life just for the chance to be loved. So pathetic. But I can't find it in myself to regret the decision. Most days, at least."
He sets his hand down on the sigil, his whole body shivering with the feeling. His heart beats in his chest, pounding away at his ribcage violently. The vines on the walls shiver and shake in time like Vessel's own body has begun to. Claws dig in, applying pressure but not enough to bring pain. Vessel's breaths turn shallow, slowly applying more and more pressure-
'My first, what are you doing?'
Sleep's voices, startle Vessel, and he pulls his hand back to his chest as though burned. The red candle below him is burning brightly, golden flame casting glimmering shadows on Vessel's shirt.
"I have a question for you, my God, if you do not mind my asking."
'A question? You always have many and I am always happy to answer. What is it?'
"You once mentioned a possibility of a fourth and fifth vessel. Have you chosen the fourth yet?"
'I have not chosen a Fourth vessel, my First.There will be no Fifth, I have decided.' Sleep refutes, voices laced with heavy confusion.
Sleep hadn't-? Oh. Well, that is quite surprising.
Then, who was the man in Vessel's dream? He had been real, alive, Vessel knows without a doubt. Like with II and III, there was some invisible force binding Vessel to him. Thinking back on it, it didn't quite feel like anything under Sleep's control. Vessel knows whatever it was, though, was soul deep.
"I see. My mistake then." Vessel amends, feeling Sleep's curiosity brush against their bond.
'A penny for your thoughts, as you humans say?'
Sleep wishes to know what he is thinking?
A quietly surprised laugh leaves Vessel, a smile pulling at one corner of his lips, "Not so human anymore. Did one of the others teach you that phrase?"
'Yes, my Third has taken to questioning me on my thoughts at random throughout the day. A new development, and not unwelcome. He has yet to find the pennies I have left in their favorite jackets pocket.'
Vessel laughs again, a bit louder than the one before, smile still present. Sleep does not reprimand him for the sound. Neither had II or III. They've never thought him too loud, just as he has never once thought III too loud. Vessel had only needed to get used to III's louder personality, and he had, he'd worked hard to.
'I did not know you remembered how to laugh, my First.'
Vessel shrinks into himself at the words, but does not let his rising insecurities stop him from replying truthfully. "The others do not mind as my past partners did."
The wording of what Sleep had said would strike Vessel as odd, if he had not been focused entirely on making sure that Sleep knew it was thanks to II and III that Vessel had been able to laugh at all. Vessel hasn't laughed genuinely in many years, afraid of the loudness of the action, the stares he would get in public, the demands of silence from those who claimed to have loved him.
Vessel had not laughed like that long before Sleep ever came to him.
'I...' Sleep pauses, falling into a pensive silence, His unanswered question all but forgotten.
'I am glad, my First. They suit you well.'
Sleep's short response is carefully controlled, all emotion kept out of His voices.
"They are treating me better than I- than I feel I deserve." Vessel replies softly. "I truly adore them, far more than I will ever be able to articulate. They mean the world to me, and it is thanks to you that we were brought together. I thank you."
'I have only granted your wish, my Vessel.' Is all Sleep responds with, presence pressing into his back as though in a hug. 'You gave me your heart, it is only right I find you others to give you theirs.'
Vessel leans back into it, a small part of him wishing he could feel Sleep as though He were actually touching him, hugging him. Vessel will not allow the others to hug him, no matter how he longs to be held, so if... if Sleep could hug him... then- Alas, it is not to be. Not any time soon. The God cannot even conjure a physical form. Selfishly, it is why Vessel has been so keen on getting the band going, in his own way. In spite of his anxieties and fears. The more rituals they perform, the more worshippers they attain, the stronger Sleep will become. His anxieties will not stop him from doing as his God requires, not when it comes to gaining Him more strength.
"I do not want it offered up in the same way." Vessel whispers, almost afraid of what the admission means.
Vessel offered his heart up to the next living thing that offered to love him without a second thought. He was a man who had been ready to die for years before his attempts ever actually worked. He doesn't want those he loves to ever feel as he had, to suffer as he had.
'Do not fret, dear Vessel. Their hearts are yours, but the way yours is mine will never be the same.'
Vessel is glad Sleep did not press any further. Who was he to tell his God that he knew who their Fourth was, before Sleep himself knew?
II and III took the news of the Fourth's spot being unfulfilled for the foreseeable future well. Yet Vessel could not get the image of those striking eyes to leave his mind. He wanted to tell them what he saw but Sleep's indecision stays his hand, guilt beginning to fester somewhere deep in the heart that no longer belonged to him.
Nick starts coming over two days a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Their manager had set them up for a small stage at a festival in about a month's time. Vessel had nearly had a panic attack when they'd found out, overcome with anxiety at just how many people would be at the festival itself. Playing a tiny venue or shop was one thing, something Vessel had thought they'd be doing for a while yet, which would have been easier on his nerves... but a festival?
II had managed to help him calm down by rationalizing that their non-existent fan base would mean not many people would be there unless they drew a few curious onlookers. It did help, but by then Vessel's nerves were fried, and he couldn't even think about singing for the rest of the day without his body beginning to tremble.
"How are we supposed to play a show when our singer is too much of a nervous wreck to even sing with his band?" Nick had said curiously, offhanded as he was tuning his guitar.
Vessel had withered under the biting remark, said with a pleasant smile. II's reassurance in Vessel made Nick back off but it wasn't like Vessel could disagree with Nick's words. It really was pathetic that he couldn't even sing properly in front of his boyfriends, most days, and Vessel always withdrew into himself whenever Fore came over, even if he was all smiles and friendliness. No matter how nice he seemed, Vessel couldn't seem to even begin to trust him. Elvira seemed to be the same, always sticking close to Vessel or hiding away in one of their rooms. Vessel's nerves made it difficult to sing fully, but he managed, after hearing what Nick had said. Managed, even if he felt eyes watching him constantly when Nick was in their house, a sort of pleased gleam in his honey brown eyes as Vessel shrunk under his stare. Vessel was so much taller, and yet... he still felt unexplainably scared of Fore, small under his gaze in a way that reminds him of Before.
Vessel wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse that II and III merely chalked it up to Vessel being an introverted, pathetic mess (his own words.) They both got along with Fore well, with time, and Vessel desperately didn't want to ruin the budding friendship between the three, so he remained silent. It was better this way.
One day, III had cornered him in the music room after they'd finished practicing, II having left to see Nick out the door. He'd forced himself to sing again, at as normal of a volume as he could manage, and he really just wanted to go lay down. Maybe in one of the other vessels rooms, to seek comfort from them indirectly without bothering them by asking.
"You seem stressed, Sugar." III comments, placing a gentle kiss to the tip of Vessel's nose.
Vessel feels trapped, in the base sense of the word. Not unsafe, never unsafe, as III's long arms cage him in. The wall is hard against his back, digging into his shoulder blades uncomfortably, but Vessel doesn't notice, not when the only thing his mind can focus on is III in front of him. III, who is placing gentle kisses on Vessel's jaw, over one eyelid, his forehead, as they patiently wait for Vessel's reply. It works to begin calming him immediately.
"It's not easy for me to sing in front of others. I'm better with you and Two, now, but- Not with Nick. I'm- anxious about our show coming up."
"Nick's just worried about the festival. You sounded absolutely divine today, Ves. Sing so pretty-" III interrupts himself by stealing a deep, bruising kiss that leaves Vessel panting.
Vessel wants more. Wants to lose himself in III's overwhelming love so he can't think of the near future, can't think of eyes crawling along his skin. More than that, Vessel just wants III.
So, he gathers his miniscule courage and asks for more of III's lips on his. III positively lights up, kissing Vessel again and again and again, only stopping when III needs to take in deep breaths. Vessel's cock starts growing hard, III's knee just barely pressing against it between Vessel's legs.
III is utterly elated that Vessel had asked! Asked for kisses!
"Take this up to my room? Unless you don't want to, of course." III asks, finally, after an innumerable amount of kisses shared between them, every one of them deep and world ending.
Vessel stares at them, foreheads pressed together. He thinks of the aching hardness between his legs, the warmth of III's thigh pressed into him, how utterly safe he feels with III's arms caging him to the wall. III's chest, while close, rising and falling with every panting breath, does not get near Vessel's own. They've never broken his only rule.
He nods, and III grins, kissing him again. A hand slides down to clasp Vessel's own, squeezing it before III starts to lead them both out of the music room. They pass II in the hallway, who smiles, well aware of what they're heading off to do. His necklace is off, looking just as the Second of Sleep's vessels should, so Vessel slips his own necklace off while III lets their magic wash away.
"Have fun you two." Is all II says, heading in the direction of the living room.
He doesn't leave without first pressing a tender kiss to Vessel's lips, one hand cupping Vessel's jaw so gently, before doing the same to III.
Vessel almost wants to ask II to join them, but II is gone before Vessel can even properly entertain the thought of asking III if it was alright. Besides, Vessel has a... request to make, of III.
Maybe he should ask another time, or never. To not overstep the invisible boundaries Vessel knows exist. But... III seems to want him, and Vessel wants him, too.
"May I make you feel good to help you unwind?" III says, pushing their door open and shutting it behind Vessel once the other has entered.
Vessel nods in agreement without a thought, still lost in his own mind, before pausing halfway to III's bed. Vessel holds himself, biting down hard on his lower lip nervously. III waits patiently, sat on the bed, for Vessel to gather the words, always more patient than Vessel des- Feels he deserves.
"Actually... Can you teach me- Ah, how to give a blow job? I want to make it up to Two, eventually." Vessel states, trying to remain firm in his resolve despite his nerves.
"Is this about the last sexual encounter we had? He isn't upset with you, Sugar. You don't need to make it up to him unless you want to." III says with furrowed brows, worried over Vessel's reasoning for the request.
"I want to. I want to make him feel good, like you made me feel good. I did not know that's what a blow job was supposed to be, I had never been taught. My mouth was more a hole, a thing to be used just like the rest of me. I did not realize there was more to it. I want to learn."
III frowns, sad at what Vessel has just admitted, "Are you sure you want me to teach you? I'm sure II wouldn't mind if he's who you want to please."
"I want to please you, too. You, uh- I got ar-" Vessel tries to gather what he wants to say, "I would really like to continue what was going on in the music room. I- I only hope you don't mind that I am inexperienced with blow jobs. I... I will likely not be able to give you pleasure, initially."
III doesn't think Vessel could get his mouth on their cock without feeling pleasure, whether Vessel was good at blow jobs or not. III was just far too attracted to the other man. As it was, just the thought of it had III's already hard cock twitching in his pants.
"That's fine, my love. I'll teach you." III agrees with a forced smile to hide his displeasure at the new information, leaning forward to kiss Vessel's cheek.
"Would you like to start right now or another time?" III asks, stepping back so they can sit on their bed again.
"Right now, please? If that's alright." Vessel sinks a fang into his lower lip, nibbling on it before releasing.
"Of course it is, Sugar. I'd gotten myself worked up anyway, kissing you like that." III assures, beckoning Vessel closer.
They lean back and twist to grab a pillow from his bed, placing it on the ground in front of their spread legs. Vessel stands in front of it, not quite sure what III is doing.
"What... is that for?" Vessel asks quietly, staring down at the thick pillow in confusion.
"For your knees, so you don't hurt them. Or would you prefer us on the bed?"
"No... No, this is fine, it's just- I have never... This was never done for me." Vessel admits, almost sheepish as if it was his fault that those before II and III didn't have the decency-
Vessel startles slightly when III stands briefly enough to kiss him before plopping back down. Vessel barely stops himself from following them down, wants to press his lips to theirs again, and again, and again. Wants to inhale every breath III exhales like it will bring them closer together, to share oxygen even if Vessel doesn't need it.
"This will become normal for you, in time. Your past partners should have done this for you. Would you kneel for me?" III keeps his voice gentle, but firm.
Vessel nods, contemplative as he does as asked. The pillow is soft under his knees, keeping them and his shins from aching on the hard flooring. Is this all that would have been needed to keep his legs from bruising so badly? This... this is all they would have needed to do?
Vessel doesn't understand why his ex boyfriend couldn't have done this simple thing for him. He must not have been worthy of it.
III must think him worthy of the comfort, at least. Vessel feels warm at the thought, reaching out with his hands to nonverbally ask for III's own. Without an ounce of hesitation, III takes Vessel's hands in theirs and brings them up to plant a kiss on his knuckles.
"We can do this some other day, if you'd like." III offers, clocking in on Vessel's nervousness even without the bond broadcasting it so blatantly.
"... I want to do it now, but I'm... I'm afraid it will hurt." Vessel confides, the blatant trust in his eyes nearly sending III into an early (Late? Second?) grave.
Well, perhaps that metaphor is far from correct but the way their heart flutters in their chest with adoration certainly feels like it will kill them.
When III gets their hands on whoever did this to him, whoever treated him this way, fuck, they'll wish they were never born. They'll wish it was Sleep who had gotten His claws into them instead.
"It shouldn't, but I swear to you, if it does, let me know and we'll stop. Here, let's hold hands the entire time. Squeeze once for green, twice for yellow, three times for red." III lets one of Vessel's hands go, but keeps a tight hold on one still.
"I trust you." Vessel says, and means it.
"I'm glad." III murmurs, bringing Vessel's hand up again to kiss his knuckles.
It spreads warmth down to Vessel's toes, to have some part of him be kissed so gently, so reverently.
"Would you like me to get undressed by myself or would you like to help?"
Vessel thinks back to how... sensual it had been, for III to undress him last time, staring at him with a heated gaze as they slowly undressed him inch by inch, piece by piece.
"I want to help." Vessel murmurs, hesitantly placing his hands on III's hips.
The pajamas are familiar, just slightly too short at the ankles. He hadn't paid any attention to what anyone had been wearing today, too caught up in his own mind and his insecurities but Vessel recognizes them immediately, finally getting a proper look at them. He would not dare imagine-
"Are these... mine?" Vessel flushes bright red, and III turns about the same color.
"Yes. I... missed you while you were asleep so II and I stole a shirt of yours each and I shoved my non-existent ass into a pair of your jeans. Snaked this pair of pajama pants, too. Forgot to give them back. Should... we not have?"
"Wear whatever of my clothes you want. Both of you." Vessel says, then grows nervous as he decides whether or not to say the next sentence, "I- Is it alright- I- Can I wear some of your clothes, too?"
III's gaze intensifies, the deep depths of his ocean eyes darkening with stormy intent, "I would love nothing more than for you to wear my clothes. Would you let me fuck you in them?"
Nodding as his blush deepens, Vessel smiles. The idea does sound nice. Possessive, in a way. Like III will be claiming Vessel as his while he's in their clothes. If its them, Vessel wouldn't mind being a possession. Not when they treat him so kindly, let him decide things for himself. It does not feel like a restricting possession, like Vessel thought it might.
Perhaps Vessel will have the courage to ask if III could keep Vessel's clothes on, next time. If Vessel doesn't ruin any chance of III wanting a 'next time' after this.
Vessel takes his time sliding the pants over III's hips, down his thighs, his knees, then his calves, then finally over the ankle and off their feet. The entire time is spent nervously glancing up at III as though Vessel feared he was doing something wrong, but III only watched him with desire swirling in their irises. Despite what III thought Vessel might do, the other's hands linger on III's thigh, itching to trace the ink that signifies the end of Sleep's markings that have stained III's skin up to his knees pitch black. Even here, a small freckle has turned into an upside down question mark, just below their left knee on the right side, its coloring pale like the human parts of III's skin.
"You can touch me, if you want to." III says softly, keeping eye contact with Vessel when he looks back up at him hesitantly.
... this is something Vessel has wanted to do, on both II and III, since he'd first seen the markings.
He'd never allowed himself to think about it, his want to touch.
Slowly, Vessel starts to trace the inky markings on III's thighs that are visible below their boxers. The first cool touch sends pleasant shivers down III's spine, all throughout his body. It makes Vessel pause, but at III's breathless insistence to keep going, he continues tracing the marks. He moves gentle fingertips over every bit of ink that reaches up from III's thighs, tracing the tiny curves of question mark freckles on III's legs with the tip of a claw, so carefully as though III were fragile glass.
Soon enough, Vessel has traced all of them below III's waist that aren't covered by their boxers, and III is a mess above him, face flushed with half lidded eyes. A prominent bulge is tenting their boxers.
"Keep going." Its almost a demand, just tender enough, just breathless enough to soften it.
Vessel slowly reaches for his boxers next, thumbing at the waistline before beginning to pull those down, too. III shimmies so they'll slide down his hips and over his ass without any resistance, and those are discarded with his pajama pants. III's cock is hard and leaking pre-cum, standing at attention before him.
III is that hard just from Vessel touching him?
"You look so pretty below me, Sugar. Doing so well." III croons, breathless, watching in rapt attention as Vessel leans back on his haunches once III's boxers are fully removed.
Vessel's already flushed face deepens in color, mumbling in embarassment, "I've only taken off your clothes."
What's really getting to Vessel is he can feel just what his touch is doing to III. The bond is open wide as III hides absolutely nothing from Vessel. He is struggling to accept that his touch alone could cause such a strong reaction in his partner.
"And you looked so pretty doing it. You touch me so gently, make me feel so special, my love." III grins, but it falls a little when Vessel can't quite manage to meet their eyes, "Do you want to keep going?"
He must have taken Vessel's shy pause as apprehension. Vessel nods, reaching out again.
Vessel touches each point of the flames, less hesitantly this time, following the curve down III's pelvis. The shifting golden question marks are enrapturing, Vessel taking great care in tracing over each one as they shift to different spots. No matter where they shift, their dotted end is always pointed downwards, the questions marks angled to point at each hip bone.
Vessel does not limit himself to only III's markings, tracing swirling patterns into the pale skin of his hips, breaching the soft flesh of their stomach. Vessel leaves that area alone quickly enough, trailing gentle fingers down into the coarse hair leading down to III's red, leaking cock, enraptured by the flame-like markings even here.
One hand slides over III's bare thigh to find their hand, and it is III who clasps their fingers together. Vessel leans a little closer, offering a single lick to III's tip before opening his mouth, intending to swallow him in one go, the only way Vessel knows how.
"Not like that, Ves. You'll hurt yourself."
Vessel pulls away to speak, wetting his lips with a pink, split tongue, "I've had practice ignoring the pain."
"You'll be getting no more practice if I have any say in it." III tries to keep the dismayed hiss in their voice from being too obvious, "Let me guide you through the proper way to do it. If it hurts, stop, and pull away. Please."
Vessel nods his head in agreement, uncertain, mollified when III very gently boops his nose. It makes him go cross-eyed for a split second, pulling a smile back to Vessel's cheeks. "There's that beautiful smile, pretty. Let's continue."
Vessel leans forward again to hide the way his smile stretches into a grin, lukewarm breath ghosting against the leaking tip of III's dick, opening his mouth further and diving right in to trying to fit him inside Vessel's mouth.
"Slower, Ves, open your mouth a little wider. Yes, that's it, pretty, now flatten your tongue, and take me in slowly so your mouth, then throat, can get used to the stretch. Make sure you breathe through your nose." III orders, keeping their voice light and level even as the sensation of Vessel's mouth around his cock is quickly overwhelming their senses.
Vessel does as ordered, listening to the instructions and trying his best to do them. He finds that it doesn't hurt like he thought it would. Going slower really does make the stretch easier, allowing III's hard cock to sink further into the back of Vessel's throat. This would normally have hurt, Vessel knows.
"Go slow, Ves. Slow-. Don't try to take too much at once." III reprimands around a breathy whine of pleasure as Vessel tries to take in III's dick to the base too quickly.
Vessel goes even slower, knowing he can do this far faster than III is allowing. He doesn't quite understand why III insists he goes slowly, Vessel had already said he was used to the pain. Though, III did look upset at the admission. Perhaps it stems from the care they show him. He didn't need to give Vessel such a soft pillow to kneel on, either, but it really has helped his knees.
Eventually, Vessel feels the tip of III's cock hit the back of his throat, swallowing a little at the feeling, even if it doesn't trigger his gag reflex. That had been trained out of him long ago.
III sucks in a harsh breath, fingers flexing in Vessel's hold. The pleasure Vessel had caused echoes through his own body, the bond rife with their shared arousal.
"Good, that's good lovey. I'm going to start moving now, okay? Squeeze once for yes, twice for no."
Vessel squeezes once for yes without delay, having been ready for III to move since he'd taken the first quarter of their cock in his mouth. It wouldn't have been anything Vessel hadn't done before. III has far more patience than Vessel's ex boyfriend.
"May I cup your jaw?"
Vessel takes a moment to think about it. Does he think the touch will give him flashbacks? III has been nothing but considerate, and it was the words II had said coupled with touching his jaw that had set Vessel off. As long as III doesn't say anything similar, it should be alright. Hopefully, Vessel doesn't fuck this up again.
Vessel squeezes once, blush deepening as III grins down at him. They keep their movement slow, reaching down to cup his cheek, ever so gentle in his affections. They start up a shallow rhythm of thrusts as they speak, and Vessel takes it, easily, because it doesn't hurt and III isn't pulling his hair and Vessel feels safe-
"I'm proud of you for thinking it over and not just agreeing because I asked." III says, keeping a careful eye on the bond and glad to see that Vessel seems perfectly content.
Vessel's blush spreads to the tips of his pointed ears, flattening his tongue against III's cock and then separating the two split tips to lick up on either side of the shaft as best as he can, in answer.
III's grin falters into an airy moan at the sensation, "Holy fuck, Sugar. Do that again, please?"
Vessel stares up at III with wide eyes. He didn't realize it would affect him so greatly. Vessel does as asked, easily continuing to lick and lap with his split tongue even when III starts to buck into his mouth more and more. A particularly hard thrust follows Vessel swallowing around the tip of III's cock at the back of his throat, surprised at the zing of pleasure it sent racing down Vessel's spine. Pleasure that wasn't Vessel's own.
"Co- Shit, color, love?" III barely manages, head falling to rest their chin on their chest, panting as he forces themself to stop moving his hips to check in on Vessel.
His deep ocean eyes have misted over with a lust filled haze, and Vessel feels trapped in that electrifying gaze, unable to look away. Vessel squeezes III's hand once, and III starts thrusting into his mouth again.
It doesn't hurt, but the sensation brings tears to Vessel's eyes anyway. It doesn't matter to him, because it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt even with III fucking into his mouth a little rougher than Vessel thinks the other intends.
It feels so good to be giving III pleasure, to feel it bleeding into Vessel's own side of the bond and making his dick harder in turn. Vessel jerks his hips subconsciously again, in need of something, anything to touch him, an action he wishes he had more control over. Every time he does so, though, the sight seems to please III.
"You're doing so well. You asked me to teach you, but it seems you already picked up some things from when I sucked you off, hm? Such a fast learner, pretty."
III can't get enough of the sight of Vessel staring up at him with half-lidded eyes, all six glowing dimly with his pleasure even if Vessel hasn't cum yet. The wet heat of him around III's cock, the tightness of his throat, the muffled, nearly impossible to hear moan that III wishes they could catch with complete clarity only brings III closer to the edge.
Soon enough, III feels his release close, his hand sliding from Vessel's jaw, brushing his ear and cupping the nape of Vessel's neck to bring him closer, fucking into his mouth with vigor.
Vessel takes it, six eyes never straying from III's face, trying to memorize every minor change in expression as he interchanges between hollowing his mouth around III's cock and sucking, and swirling his tongue along the underside of their shaft as much as possible. It is more difficult than Vessel expected as the waves of III's orgasm crash over him as well, bringing him to the edge of release.
"Look so pretty-" III's breathy voice breaks around a moan, "with that perfect mouth around my cock. Could you suck a little more? Y-yeah, just like that, beautiful."
Vessel moans inaudibly around III's dick, rutting his hips into nothing, chasing friction he will not find. III's voice sounds so pretty, and his praise made Vessel feel like he was doing good.
III lets out an obscene keen at the way Vessel's throat vibrates around their cock, thrusting deeply into the back of Vessel's throat. For a second, III worries they might have hurt Vessel, but the other seems perfectly fine.
Not to be narcissistic, but III knows they aren't exactly an easy fit, and Vessel took him in so well, a little too well. Another piece of the puzzle to add alongside what Vessel had said earlier. Something to ask about later, when III knows it won't ruin the heady desire swimming through Vessel, through themself.
Vessel wants to see III cum, wants to watch them fall to pieces by use of Vessel's mouth alone. Wants to be the reason for their pleasure, Vessel wants to be good.
It isn't too much longer when III finally cums, the sight of his dear Vessel below him, taking him in so well, eyes half-lidded and glowing, staring up at III like he'd hung the moon and the stars in the sky-
Fuck, III wishes he could snap a photo of the exact moment they spilled their load into Vessel's mouth. Oversensitivity hits quickly, their cock softening. III guides Vessel off his cock gently, feeling satisfied and so completely and utterly in love. Vessel's head rests heavily on III's thigh, staring up at them with six shining eyes, golden tears gathered around the edges.
Vessel misses the heavy weight of III's hard cock in his mouth immediately. He was able to give III pleasure, and III did not hurt him in return. III had been so loving, even when he'd fucked into Vessel's mouth, roughly chasing relief at the end and yet never pulling Vessel's hair too harshly, never dragging him around by his jaw. He felt like more than just a hole to fuck into with the pillow under his knees, the soft caress of a thumb at his nape while III held his head still.
Vessel couldn't remember a time he ever felt this needy. It made his jaw ache with the need to bite, to sink his teeth into something, anything. Vessel makes a decision, worrying over it even as he enacts it. III was still catching their breath above him, harsh pants as his fingers stroke the hair at the nape of Vessel's neck. Their eyes were closed, faint echoes of their orgasm traveling down the bond as they come down from their high.
Vessel opens his mouth, fangs glinting in the low light. He does not do more than press his teeth to III's skin, he applies no pressure, does not bite down at all. He lets his mouth linger there, contemplating whether he can really bite III like they'd said he could. He wants to, but... Vessel doesn't feel ready to.
He feels as if that admission to himself is allowed. Maybe.
III does not hit him. He isn't shoved away. They only hum lowly, continuing to slowly stroke their large hand through Vessel's hair, petting him lovingly. III doesn't even open his eyes to see what Vessel is doing, just trusts that Vessel won't hurt him.
His teeth resting on III's skin coupled with the petting makes Vessel sleepy almost, taming the arousal swimming in his gut, pulling him down from the edge of cumming. Perhaps if he'd properly bite III, Vessel might cum. It is not something Vessel feels ready to allow himself... but he wants to. Wants to feel III's skin between his teeth. Wants, wants, wants.
Silence ensues, serene, and Vessel finds himself almost dozing off, eyes slipping shut, too. He isn't quite sure how long they sit there together, but Vessel would stay in this moment for the rest of his life if it were possible.
"You're like a cat, Ves." III muses, teasing lightly as he opens his eyes back up.
Vessel makes a noise in the back of his throat, something like a small protest, or maybe an agreement. He's trying to pull himself back to wakefulness but isn't finding the endeavor very successful. III lets out a short bark of a laugh, and it startles Vessel so badly his eyes fly open and he almost pulls away. He really is like a cat.
"Sorry, Ves. Your turn, though." III states, soft like a breeze, letting their hand rest at their side again.
III waits for Vessel to pull his teeth away to move, leaning back but still staring up at III and looking so pretty that the racing in his heart must be heart palpitations. III doesn't bother pulling their clothes back on, not even their underwear, climbing out of his bed.
"My turn?" Vessel tilts his head, hands fisted in his lap while his entire body tingles with arousal.
"Your turn." III confirms, taking Vessel's hands and pulling him up to sit on the bed. "Unless you don't want to, of course. I'd prefer to pleasure you, though, if you'll let me."
"I- I want to. I don't... I don't want to fuck up like last time."
"What happened last time was not your fault. It wasn't anybody else's either. None of us could've known you were going to react that way. You yourself were surprised by it, love. II and I know not to do that again."
"Are you sure you won't be mad if I mess up again?" Vessel asks, gripping III's hands just as tenderly as the other.
"You won't mess up, but no, lovey, I won't be mad. I swear it. Do you still want to continue or are we done for now?" III leans forward and kisses Vessel's cheek, nuzzling into his face lovingly.
Vessel leans into the affection, still unused to it during sexual scenarios, nodding shortly. Another tender kiss is placed on Vessel's lips before III is moving down to kneel where Vessel had been.
"Let's get you undressed, Sugar. Shirt on, as usual." III says offhandedly, more focused on Vessel's skin under theirs.
"Thank you." Vessel murmurs, lifting his hips so III can pull his jeans off with less difficulty.
"Of course. Your comfort is my top priority." III says, mouthing at Vessel's thigh, sending tingles of pleasure shooting down his spine, "Can I touch?"
Vessel tilts his head, confused and a little breathless. "As long as you follow my rule, I welcome any touch you offer me."
III doesn't waste any time putting his hands on Vessel's hips, for once free of any wounds. The scars are slightly raised under III's wandering fingers but he pays them no mind, intent on tracing the newer patterns that have made their home on Vessel's skin since his last bout of sickness. The fabric of Vessel's shirt hides some of it, so III pushes the cotton up a little to get a better view.
Vessel shudders under the featherlight touch that sends more tingles down his spine. His already hard cock is leaving an uncomfortable wet spot in his underwear, III granting him mercy by sliding those down his thighs and off his body entirely.
His hands are immediately, back on Vessel, tracing his Sleep given markings and the newer ones he's gained from his own magical misuse. Every gentle caress, every soft kiss that turns deeper as III nips at Vessel's thighs has Vessel growing nearer and nearer to cumming. It's almost embarrassing how easily being treated with care brings him close to the edge, without III's mouth ever wrapping around his cock.
Each nip leaves Vessel wanting more. He wants III to bite him like he means it, like they want to tear off chunks of Vessel's flesh. To be consumed by his lovers is a beautiful thought. He'd get his end, and at the pretty white jaws of those he cares for most in this world. Always so careful with him, Vessel almost wants to see where the delicate stops.
Vessel doesn't think even Sleep could bring him back without a body to revive.
Airy little sounds spill from Vessel's lips with every faint bite, his cock twitching with need, leaking pre-cum heavily.
III is tempted to see if they can get Vessel off by just continuing to nip and bite and caress, but refrains from testing it just yet. He's quite sure he could though, with how close to cumming Vessel seems to be through the bond.
Fingers trail up Vessel's stomach, causing the muscles there to clench at the slightly ticklish feeling as III lavishes his happy trail in attention. The unexpected feeling steals a short laugh from Vessel's mouth, cutting off into a half surprised, half pleasured huff of air as III sinks his teeth into the meat of Vessel's stomach, right beside his belly button.
III wishes he has Vessel's six eyes just so he could watch every part of Vessel he desperately wanted to. Their gaze kept flicking between his face, his cock, and the expanse of skin he was exploring under their hands.
He decides quickly that there is plenty of time to touch later, and that III needs to have Vessel's cock in his mouth within the next few minutes or he would go insane with desire. III lifts Vessel's legs over either of his shoulders, making it easier to close the distance between them. One hand comes to wrap around the base of Vessel's cock, the other wrapping under Vessel's thigh and around to lock the limb in place with a hand splayed over the stretch of skin right below its apex.
III dives in without preamble, starting off with short kitten licks at Vessel's tip to lap up the pre-cum spilling down the shaft. Vessel's cock twitches at the attention, sensitive already as his hips jerk towards where the stimulation is coming from though III's arm keeps him from moving too much.
Having previously been given permission to touch and not have been hurt afterwards, Vessel is a little less hesitant about reaching down and slipping a hand into III's hair. He does not pull at the lightly curled strands, only rests his fingers between the split colored mess (a soft lavender and his natural blonde) as a means of holding III while their hands are otherwise occupied. It makes him feel more secure in what is happening, helping to soothe the nerves he can feel beginning to rear their head.
Placing one last kiss to Vessel's tip, III speaks, staring up at Vessel with wide, begging eyes, "Want you to use me to get off. Fuck my throat, Sugar, its okay. I swear it."
III then opens their mouth and starts working to take the thick girth of him into their eager hole, his other hand still holding Vessel's dick lightly.
Vessel watches in aroused interest, the heat of III's mouth welcoming him in, his mind seeming to zero in on the sensations III is gifting him. He tries to think over III's words, tries to focus enough to imagine himself doing as III said.
III takes him slowly, staring up at Vessel deliberately as his tongue swipes along the underside of Vessel's cock. His deep ocean blue eyes implore Vessel to keep eye contact, to keep watching. A learning experience, just as Vessel had asked for, even as III works with eager abandon to take more and more of Vessel's cock into his mouth. His hand slides away once III is almost to the base, seeking out Vessel's available hand instead.
III bobs his head to work their mouth the rest of the way down, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. Embarrassed affection flits down the bond when Vessel watches III nuzzle into the coarse pubic hair around his cock, starting to suck and lave their tongue around his shaft.
III lets out a low humming sound every once in a while as airy pants, almost whines, escape Vessel at the feeling. III is doing everything he can to bring more and more noises out of Vessel, but nothing really seems to work. All III wants is to hear him, he knows Vessel would sound absolutely divine.
III knows how to suck cock and he knows how to do it well. He'll pluck a moan from Vessel's lips eventually, its only a matter of time. Then they can reassure Vessel that every sound is welcome and wanted as they make him positively sing. Whether its II or III that manages it first doesn't matter to III, not when it will clearly be a big step for Vessel himself.
Forever thankful that his fear of blood does not transfers to the crimson of Vessel's eyes, III watches in fascination as the others eyes all glow brighter and brighter with every passing moment as III brings Vessel closer to coming undone. Vessel gets so lost in the pleasure he starts rutting his cock into III's eager mouth, though they're only small, shallow thrusts. Too afraid to do anything more, Vessel's control over himself is well-maintained even when his lovers threaten to shatter it every time they fuck.
III's teeth just barely graze Vessel's cock with another thrust of Vessel's hips, the sensation overwhelming him with pleasure, sending lightning traveling down his spine and into his limbs, leaving them tingling. Overcome by the feeling, Vessel accidentally pulls on III's hair still held in his grasp.
Anxiety starts festering in Vessel's empty ribcage, like a million bats had made their home there in place of his heart. The sound III makes sends Vessel's racing mind into a grinding halt. A quiet moan Vessel couldn't have hoped to control rips from his throat as III moans around his cock, teeth scraping over Vessel's shaft again. It causes another cut off sound as Vessel scrambles to apologize around the pleasure clouding his brain.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean-" Vessel's nervous gaze flits about the room, anywhere but down at III as both of them stop what they're doing.
He doesn't know if he's apologizing for pulling III's hair or making such a loud noise, for enjoying the slight pain III's teeth had caused.
There's a squeeze of III's hand in his own that Vessel doesn't notice at first, the second time gets his attention though, and his gaze flicks down. III is staring up at him with half-lidded eyes heady with desire, yet so caring.
Anxiety makes Vessel's hands begin to shake, fingers still interweaved between III's hair, still clasped so gently with III's own hand. He moves to let go but III squeezes tighter than any of the other times. III starts tracing something on Vessel's thigh, and it takes a moment for Vessel to figure it out.
G R E E N
Oh.
Oh, so... so Vessel isn't in trouble. That's what the squeezing of Vessel's hand was for. III was trying to tell him that he was okay, that Vessel didn't hurt or upset him. Embarrassment replaces the anxiety, having let the color system slip from his mind.
"I'm sorry. I forgot." Vessel admits, smile watery, and speaks the truth when he says, "You can, uh, continue now. Green for me, too."
Vessel had expected some pain, at least, for fucking up. Instead, III caresses the bond they share, sending down their love and pride in Vessel and while it makes him happy, bashful too, the praise mixed with III's wet mouth still around him reminds him of just how aroused he still is. Reminds him of how close he had been to cumming with III's teeth along his shaft and all the pleasure his pretty mouth had been giving Vessel up until that point.
III, given the green light to continue, starts sucking again, making sure to drag his teeth along Vessel's cock very, very gently. It sends fizzles of pain down the bond but heightens the pleasure Vessel is feeling, and III is a little sad that Vessel enjoys the pain this greatly. There are those into pain during sex though, even if they haven't had a past like Vessel's, III tries to reassure himself. They like their hair being pulled which causes some pain, so its not terribly different.
It takes a little work, but Vessel eventually starts thrusting shallowly into III's mouth again, and he is so proud of Vessel for it. III makes sure to send that pride down the bond, his desire, his love, and holds Vessel's hand tighter when Vessel's pleasure and shy adoration are returned.
Vessel may not declare his love for them verbally without them first saying so, but it's so clear to them that their devotion is reciprocated.
Vessel doesn't last as long as III did, already worked up and aching despite the pause they'd had. It takes mere minutes and III's skillful tongue working its wonders to unravel him completely. Well, that and some teeth, which is no true surprise to Vessel. Vessel pants, holding in a low moan as he comes undone, spilling so much white into III's waiting mouth that it leaks out the sides, dribbling in small droplets down their chin alongside drool. The swallowing sound III makes is audible, as Vessel swims in mild embarrassment at the sound.
He looks about as debauched as Vessel feels, staring up at Vessel adoringly as they pull their mouth off Vessel's cock.
"You fall apart so prettily above me. Fuck, I can't get enough of the sight of you, ruined by my mouth alone." III says, voice a little hoarse as he licks his lips clean of Vessel's cum.
"Want a picture so bad." He mutters, eyeing how Vessel's eyes are softly glowing, a single trail left by a golden tear having made its way down his face. He looks divine, shirt askew as a blush paints his cheeks.
"Pardon?" Vessel asks, trying to blink the stars from his vision.
Aftershocks of his orgasm still tingle down his spine when III nips a spot on his thigh again.
Vessel's cock twitches again with the low whine Vessel tries to muffle with his hand, wanting more than this, but he will not ask.
III stands, stretching. Something pops in their back and a sigh of relief is released. "Oh, nothing you need concern yourself with just yet, Sugar. I'll talk to you about it some other time. It's nothing bad, I swear it. I'm going to go get a wet dish towel to wipe us off, be right back."
Vessel accepted the answer nervously, watching in silence as III starts getting dressed again, only bothering with his boxers and tank top. Six eyes rake over III's tall, lanky body, taking in every detail possible and trying to memorize the shape of him, the way he moves, the shifting flame-like markings on his back.
III pauses on the way to his door when Vessel calls out to him, quiet and uncertain, "Can you.. stay? I'll take a proper shower later, I just..." Vessel trails off, looking away.
"You likely want to get clean, though. Go on ahead." Vessel rushes to correct himself, but III stops him with a smile, hating to see him look so hesitant. "Of course I'll stay, Sugar. All you have to do is ask."
Vessel even asking is answer enough for a suspicion III had had for a while now. He'd always been on the verge of asking something after they were intimate like this. Always leaned into every gentle touch, as if relishing in what he thought would be the last gentle caress he'd ever receive. It is clear now that Vessel is a cuddler after sex, wanting the closeness and the reassurance. III would never even think to deny him.
III makes his way back to the bed, smile widening into a grin at the way Vessel seems to light up with their return. He makes an aborted motion to reach out, and noticing it, III reaches out for him in his stead, always eager for them to touch.
"We could read together, pretty! I was going to loan you this series if you wanted, but since I've the idea in my head right now, might as well show you. Would you like that? You're free to decline."
"I'm interested. Would you... read to me?" Vessel asks shyly, letting III grab a book from his nightstand, a drawing of a primrose stuck between the pages falling out when he opens it.
III beams, leaning back on the pillows of their bed, "Of course, Sugar. Come, lay down, I'll start from the beginning. The series is called The Hunger Games."
III pats their stomach, and used to this by now, Vessel says his head down, laying his arms over III's waist to hold him loosely. Its one of the ways Vessel has worked up to more closeness between them while maintaining his rule, and III soaks up the affection given so freely. A blanket is spread out over Vessel's naked form as best as III is able, and once they're both ready, III starts to read aloud, making up their own voices for the characters as he goes.
Vessel listens with rapt attention while III reads, lulled into a sense of peace as the chapters pass by. Before III starts the next one, though, Vessel asks something that had been on his mind, letting III finish taking a sip of their water. He's so tired, but determined to stay awake for a while longer.
"Do you- Uh, do you think Two will even want me to pleasure him like that?" Vessel asks, breath cold where it exhales onto III's skin, looking up at them through his eyelashes.
For a moment he fears the repercussions of interrupting their reading, but III only reaches down to move some hair away from Vessel's face.
"Two will be so happy when you go to him, Sugar. He's been wanting to share an intimate moment with you for a while now." III reassures, running a hand through Vessel's loose hair to try to tame it.
He really does look so pretty like this, relaxed and rested, head laid on III's stomach. "Are you certain? I fear disappointing him, more than I would like to admit."
III puts the bookmark back in so they don't lose their spot while he and Vessel converse.
"Vessel, I won't lie and say you don't worry him. You do. You worry me, too. Your... your cutting disappoints him, because he hates to see you hurt. I hate it, too." III pauses, the words familiar on his tongue, when Vessel stiffens, but does not let the conversation end there, "What I mean is, nothing else you have done or will ever do would truly disappoint Two. Unless you kicked a puppy or something."
Vessel stares up at him, keeping eye contact longer than III has ever noticed him to do, seeming to be searching III's face for something. There's a careful prodding along the bond, too, that does not go unnoticed. III waits patiently for Vessel to gather his thoughts, thumbs stroking over Vessel's cheek with his face cupped in III's hand.
Vessel's mind is a mess. On one hand, he hates that him hurting himself is causing them so much pain. He's felt so guilty every time he's harmed himself, because all he can see is III's stricken expression when he took that blade to his arm right in front of them. II had tried to keep his own fear from Vessel, but he isn't as quick to hide things in the bond as he thinks he is. Vessel knows he is hurting them by hurting himself.
Aside from that, Vessel trusts III. If- If III says that II wants him, will not turn him away, then- Vessel should at least... try, right? II has never hurt him.
"If you're certain, I will ask him soon. To- To have sex. I want him, and can only hope you're right that he wants me too."
III smiles softly, leaning over to kiss the top of Vessel's head. "I'm proud of you, Sugar. Things will go well, I'm sure of it. Now, would you like to continue or are we done reading?"
Vessel nuzzles into III's hand before settling back in, comforted by III's warmth against his cheek, the very faint thumping of his heartbeat a comfort, too. "Can we continue? I'd like to see how Katniss handles this next situation."
"Sure, Sugar. We should read the whole series then watch the movies and lord over Two our superior knowledge by pointing out all the differences like he'd done with Lord of The Rings."
Vessel smiles around a small laugh, knowing now that II wouldn't get angry over something like that. Lighthearted teasing seems to always be taken for what it is, not as a bruise against his ego. It makes Vessel wonder if he could tease II, if he could dare make a joke himself instead of just tacking on his own playful comment to whatever jest III has made.
::
The festival was looming ever closer, the date they needed to pack up, then leave the following day was growing nearer. Vessel wanted to be with II before they left, needed to feel his skin under Vessel's, wanted to hold him, kiss him, love him, if II would allow it. Vessel knows just being near him would help his frayed nerves, but he can't help wanting more. Always so selfish in wanting all that they can give.
He'd spent time with III for the last week or so, learning what III had to teach. III always seemed insistent that Vessel didn't really need teaching, only needed to work past his expectation of pain. III always stayed with Vessel after, always insisted they service him, too. It made Vessel feel warm, like he was more than just his body. He had never felt this way before the other vessels came into his life.
Vessel is nervous when he leaves his room to find II. He is sure a trail has been worn into his flooring from how long he had been pacing in his indecision, trying to gather up the courage to just ask for what he wants. He fears being forward, even if II and III have expressly stated they want him to ask when he wants things. That he's allowed to want things.
Picking one last time at his half-healed scabbing, Vessel finally just wraps a new bandage around his arm to finish the task he had started before leaving his room.
II's door is closed, something out of the norm. Vessel nearly turns right around at the sight of it, not wanting to disturb the drummer during the clear request for alone time.
Vessel turns around, anxiety slipping away as his self-appointed task is put aside for a later time, or never. The sound of a door hinge creaking makes him pause, yet too scared to turn around again to see if it was II's door opening.
"Ves? Is something wrong?" II's voice makes Vessel's muscles relax instantly, but Vessel's overactive mind keeps him from turning to see him, nervous once more.
"No, nothing is wrong." Vessel replies, almost meek.
"Did you need something then?" II asks, voice coming closer as a warm hand reaches out and takes Vessel's colder one.
"Well, it's not really a need." Vessel starts, vehemently shoving down the arousal simmering through his veins.
He'd deliberated for a while if it was truly alright to go ask II for help with it, and it never faded away like Vessel was sure it would if given time.
"A-actually, I suppose it is. I- I would like to pleasure you, if- if you want me to, that is."
"You're coming to me? I figured you would prefer Three." II asks, voice gentle and questioning.
Vessel shakes his head side to side slowly, feeling guilty he had made II think that way, "It is you I want. I am certain of it."
"Okay then, sweetheart, come on in." II smiles, and Vessel's nerves fizzle at the edges as though they're going to disappear entirely as long as II keeps smiling at him like that.
II's room is the same as it always is, clean but not excessively so, and well-lit. The door is shut behind them, lock clicking into place as II walks up behind Vessel. It's a testament to how far he has come that Vessel doesn't jump out of his skin when II's hands settle carefully over his hips, a kiss pressing into his shoulder blade. "What would you like us to do today, sweetheart?"
Vessel knows his answer immediately. He'd been practicing with III for this, after all. Well, practicing and just enjoying III and the love they shower him with.
"I would like to give you a blow job. I have been practicing with Three." Vessel tries to speak plainly, but his nerves are clear as day in his expression.
"Is this something you truly want to do? You aren't forcing yourself?" II asks, and Vessel can feel him probing along the bond with concern.
"It is something I want, yes. Do not... Worry." Vessel has to force the word out of his mouth, still unused to the concern they show over sexual situations and Vessel's apparent physical and mental wellness, "I will admit it stemmed first from wanting to make up for messing up the last time we had a sexual encounter with all three of us, but I have... I have discovered I like the closeness of the act. Three has been helping me learn to give blow jobs the proper way, so that I do not hurt during or after."
The blue of II's eyes seem to freeze over at Vessel's last sentence, but it is thawed out before Vessel can truly take note of it. "You did not mess up last time, Ves. Things like that happen while we learn each other triggers and kinks. As long as you're sure this is what you want, then you can give me a blow job. I'm quite sure I'll enjoy it. After, we can discuss if you want to do anything else, okay?"
Vessel finds himself nodding, taking comfort in II's willingness to discuss their wants before taking things further, even if they were in the middle of sex.
Vessel hope that one day they won't need to discuss things, that his mind and body can trust them as his heart does to not hurt him. Vessel is perhaps more surprised than he should be when, like III, II reaches to grab a pillow from his bed for Vessel to kneel on. He doesn't voice his confusion this time, already understanding its purpose and silently grateful for the accommodation.
He kneels on the pillow, hands laid overtop each other in his lap, waiting patiently for II to get in front of him.
"Three seems to have taught you proper manners. I knew he was being a menace on purpose." II remarks lightly, stripping out of his pants and underwear, left in only his plain black socks.
After he sits on the bed in front of Vessel, he strips off his t-shirt, too. Fully unclothed, II spreads his legs in front of Vessel, gaze soft and inviting. Vessel is still nervous, but the more familiar situation helps him release some of the tension in his muscles.  
"Start whenever you're ready to, beautiful. Touch me however you want." II says, bending his index finger in a come hither motion.
Given permission to start, Vessel leans forward eagerly, wanting to taste II in this way he has yet to. His hands come to rest on the outsides of II's thighs, thumbs rubbing over the soft skin. He allows himself only a moment to hold II in this way before one hand reaches to II's half-hard cock to hold it still for Vessel to start giving it attention. His split tongue swipes at the tip while his fingers start up a short circular motion at the base. "Just like that, sweetheart." II hums, fingers twitching with his want to touch.
II is afraid to do so. Afraid of accidentally setting Vessel off again. 
His bond tells Vessel of his hesitation, so he takes his hand off II's thigh and grabs one of II's instead, threading their fingers together. II squeezes his hand once in gratitude, watching in blatant interest as Vessel's mouth opens wide to lick a stripe up the underside of II's cock, now hard and aching. 
It feels heavenly, and more so when Vessel begins taking II's thick girth into his mouth. Vessel knows to go slow, now, bobbing his head slightly to work more and more of II's cock into his mouth, careful of his fangs. He seems to be the only one who likes the pain of a sharp fang scraping his cock. III had jerked away at the barest hint of it and needed time to even want a mouth anywhere near his dick. Vessel had felt absolutely terrible, no matter how III had reassured him that pain in that area wasn't commonly enjoyed, but there were certainly those who did. Vessel felt better when III explained it was probably something kinky to Vessel's taste that didn't overlap with III's tastes. The explanation helped soothe Vessel's fears, which is what III had been hoping for.
He'd still been expecting to be hit for hurting III though. He never was.
Eager as II was for a moment like this to finally occur, Vessel's mouth on him already aroused him to the point of falling apart at the seams, starting up a shallow thrust. His split tongue added a new level of sensation as Vessel used it to lick up either side of II's shaft as he sucked. II can't hold in his groan of pleasure as Vessel's moans lowly, too lowly for the sound to be picked up by II's ears, but the vibrations were felt clear as day.  Vessel's mouth is teetering on the edge of being too cool, though there is some warmth there. His mouth still feels heavenly around II's dick nonetheless, tongue sliding along his shaft and shoving II closer and closer to the edge of release.
Vessel settles down to just let his throat be used as II's cock starts hitting the back of his throat. His eyes are glowing faintly, dark eyelashes casting shadows over the nigh unnoticeable crimson light shining from Vessel's eyes. Something II knew they did, but has never managed to see due to circumstances they didn't yet know how to avoid. II knows now, knows not to ask Vessel to look at him while grabbing his jaw, knows not to pull his hair, not to dig his nails into Vessel's face without caring if it would hurt. II would never, anyway, but it is not something he plans on letting slip his mind. 
II wants to ask Vessel to look at him, wants to see the scarlet glow as he spills into Vessel's pretty throat, but doesn't know how to ask. Fears triggering him. The bond is taut with their shared arousal, II feeling himself inching closer and closer to coming undone, and it is then a thought strikes him. 
He strokes an invisible finger along the bond he shares with Vessel, plucking at it carefully in question. Half-lidded eyes clouded over in desire open further to glance up at II in confusion before settling on II's happy trail again, and II can tell Vessel is swimming in their shared pleasure. II tugs again, more insistently, and Vessel finally meets his gaze and holds it, curiosity shining in all six eyes as II continues thrusting, growing more erratic in his movements as Vessel's eyes meet his. II is caught, tangled in that beautiful stare, loving the feeling of watching and being watched in return.
II isn't concerned with edging himself this time, too riled up by having Vessel below him, sucking his cock so well, looking so beautiful-
There is no time to give warning, II moaning loudly as he cums, spilling white into Vessel's waiting mouth, holding him close with a hand in his hair, bringing him ever closer so that Vessel's breath exhales onto the coarse hair around II's cock.
II continues thrusting into Vessel's mouth, chasing the lasting threads of his orgasm as it slowly peters out.
"That's enough, sweetheart. Did so well for me, I'm so proud of you." II murmurs, breathless and satisfied, letting his hand rest on top of Vessel's head, petting his messy hair.
Vessel isn't quite sure why they seem to like petting his head so much but he isn't going to complain, would rather cut his tongue out and never sing again than lose the serenity the gentle action evokes in him.
He rests his head on II's thigh when he pulls his mouth off his cock. A little more secure in himself, Vessel opens his mouth and lets his teeth rest on the skin of II's thigh. 
He does so expecting to be hit, but the blow never comes. Vessel should have known. II and III have never hurt him. Vessel has not worked up to properly biting III, but resting his teeth on their skin had never gotten him in trouble at any point during the few times they've been together. II seems to be the same, which should come as no surprise.
"Give me a minute, my love, and then I'll fuck you. If that's alright, that is?" II breathes, sensitive dick still hard. 
"You still want to fuck me?" Vessel asks, removing his teeth from II's skin.
He is pleased to see no marks left except for faint redness, despite the small, small part of him that wishes he could leave something more lasting. 
"Fuck, yes, please, if you're alright with it. Finally we have a moment with just the two of us and I want to savor every minute." 
"Three was right then." Vessel mutters in disbelief, licking his lips to gather the lingering taste of II's cum. 
"Right about what, my love?" II asks, staring down at Vessel with what he knows now is love, feeling it so strongly down the bond it is like Vessel will drown in it.
A happy death, to be sure.
Fuck, Vessel wants to crawl into the space between II's ribs and make himself a home there. He wants to be the air that II breathes, guiding him in to safety and blessed silence, breathing him out and back in, in a never ending cycle.
"That you- That you want me. Sexually."
"Of course I want you sexually, sweetheart, if you'll have me." II says gently, cupping Vessel's cheek, "Was there something I did that made you think I wouldn't?" 
"No, n-not exactly. I... I just- I messed up last time. I thought I'd ruined any chance of you ever..." Vessel trails off, uncertain.
"I have not slept with you because I did not want to push you into something you weren't ready for. Three and I have different approaches to sex with you, Ves. He is... bolder than I am. I'm afraid of hurting you, or pushing you too far."
"I'm afraid of disappointing you." Vessel admits in return, moving on before II can say anything, "If you had asked me... I may have been hesitant but- I- I..."
"Vessel, sweetheart, do you want to have sex with me? You can say no, and I won't be upset." II asks after a moment of Vessel not being able to find the words.
II is glad when Vessel takes the time to think it over, even if its only a split second before a decision is made.
"Yes. I want you to fuck me." Vessel replies, making a valiant effort to hide the anticipation swirling in his gut alongside the arousal.
II leans down, hands gripping Vessel's shoulders, pulling him up with ease. Vessel lets him, would let II do anything to him that he wanted if it meant Vessel could stay near him, remain loved by him. II pulls Vessel around by the bicep insistently, always so gentle, and tugs him towards the bed where he is shoved back onto it. "Crawl back for me, sweetheart." II orders, and Vessel does so, keeping eye contact as II crawls after him. 
Back meeting the pillows, Vessel sinks into them, staring up at II as the smaller man straddles Vessel's waist. He leans in close, hovering over Vessel as II's hands come to rest on Vessel's shoulders, keeping him balanced.
"I don't want to just fuck you, Vessel. I want to make love to you." II whispers, breath ghosting against Vessel's lips.
"Is there a difference?" Vessel whispers back, six eyes all glancing indecisively between II's striking icy blues and the plush pink of his lips.
Vessel isn't sure what he wants to focus on, caught between using different sets of eyes to watch the objects of his desire and merely letting his full attention rest on either II's eyes or his lips.
"Yes." II says, pressing their lips together.
It steals Vessel's unneeded breath, II's tongue slipping between Vessel's lips after they swipe against them for entrance. Vessel loses himself in II's taste, pleasure sliding along his veins alongside his inhuman blood, filling him up the brim.
II grinds his hips down into Vessel's, rubbing his naked cock against Vessel's trapped in his clothes  still. The friction is delicious, a slow sliding of their aching cocks against one another that sends liquid heat up Vessel's spine, warming him from the inside. 
Despite Vessel's assumptions, II does not go any further for a few minutes, content to simply kiss Vessel. To taste him and touch, a caress of careful fingers on Vessel's shoulders. It could be minutes or hours as II grinds their hips together, and eventually Vessel feels secure enough to grind his cock up into II's. It causes II to smile into their kiss, and sends happiness through Vessel's neurons.
"Undress yourself for me, Ves." II pulls away to speak, lips bruised and swollen as he reaches over to grab a bottle of lube out of the nightstand drawer.
Vessel is sure his lips must look the same as he moves to take off his boxers. He hesitates, gripping the hem of his shirt but moves to pull it off. "No, sweetheart, you can leave your shirt on. I know it helps you feel more comfortable."
Nodding, Vessel murmurs his thanks, leaning back into the pillows at II's firm command. Two of II's fingers trail down Vessel's stomach, past his dick, to meet his ass. His fingers are already slicked with the lube, one finger entering him easily. II thoroughly works that finger inside Vessel before moving on to insert a second, never going too fast. Once II can comfortably fit three fingers inside, he pulls them out and wipes his hand on the bed. "Ready, sweetheart?"
Vessel hums his agreement before remembering to speak his answer.
II's cock is thick as it slowly enters him, stretching him out slowly. Not for a single moment does it ever slide into pain, II taking great care in keeping Vessel as comfortable as possible. Quiet words of affection are spilled as II watches Vessel's slick hole take more and more of him until he is seated fully inside.  
Vessel is lost in a haze of ecstasy so strong its almost palpable, stifling a short, gasping moan into the pillow as best as he can. He's a little embarrassed to be so overwhelmed so quickly when II has only just started. II is warm inside him, letting him adjust to the thickness. Vessel hasn't taken a cock like this in a while, III never taking things further than the blow jobs, and Vessel never asking despite his desires.
Calloused fingers reach between them to grasp Vessel's leaking dick, slowly stroking it while II waits for Vessel to be ready for him to move. II could have started thrusting into him right away and Vessel wouldn't have minded, not with how loose he'd made sure Vessel was. 
II pulls out almost to the tip then slides back in, causing Vessel to gasp. Just that one thrust felt divine, and every slow, measured thrust after felt just as blissful. Unlike III, unlike any other sex Vessel has ever had, II does not get even a little bit rougher as time goes on. His strokes remain slow, his hand on Vessel's cock remains gentle. It is the slowest sex Vessel had ever had.
He didn't know sex could be slow at all. 
Is this what II meant when he said they'd make love instead of just fucking? It must be. Gasps of pleasure fall from parted lips, nothing louder than a whisper. II leans down every once in a while to press kisses to Vessel's mouth, his jaw, his cheeks, all the while words of praise are spoken reverently as though Vessel was his God and they were not mere servants themselves. 
The fields of elation are blooming around him, inside him. Flowers are filling the cavity of his chest where his heart should be; sunflowers, red roses, purple balloon flowers. Vessel is overwhelmed with his love, his devotion, and wants nothing more than for II to know. Wants to say it, tell him.
Vessel wants to bite. To sink his teeth into II's flesh. To leave a mark that he knows will bruise, will last longer than a day. Wants to lay claim to II by marking up his pale skin.
He wants to bite so badly his teeth ache with his need, grinding them together to try and relieve the desire within him. 
"You wanna bite me, sweetheart? I can see it in your eyes. I don't mind." II says, words stilted with every punctuated breath he releases, the slow thrusts jarring them both, the bed creaking lowly.
Every drag of II's cock in and out of Vessel seems to last forever, a steep climb up a hill where Vessel knows he will find his end. Vessel didn't know sex could be this gentle. He didn't know sex could be this, so different from anything he had ever experienced before. Perhaps it's because it is with II, and II makes everything feel okay when his world is splintering apart. 
II stops moving, continuing to stroke Vessel's cock slowly between them so that Vessel's pleasure doesn't abate like II wants his to. Vessel can't quite see the appeal in edging oneself, in not wanting to feel release as soon as possible when it feels like this.
Vessel really does want to bite II. Wants it so badly he feels as though he is going to combust if he doesn't get to taste II's skin between his teeth. A decision is made as II keeps fucking into him. Vessel feels safe. II- II wouldn't hurt him. Vessel was given permission. 
Vessel grabs II by his shoulders, II's hands coming to pull Vessel closer by his own shoulders, a hand sliding up his nape to rest in his hair at the back of his head. His teeth sink slowly into II's skin, slow enough that II can hurt him if he wishes, shove him away. Hit him like Vessel knows he would deserve, but II only pulls Vessel closer with a hand in his hair. He applies more pressure, laving his tongue against the pulse point in II's neck, feeling his heartbeat thrum against the wet appendage and tasting II, tasting the sweat that clings to his skin. 
"You can bite me harder." II murmurs, knowing Vessel will not ask, could not anyway, not with his teeth making indents into II's skin. 
Tears well up in Vessel's eyes. He does not let them fall, making a valiant effort to keep them at bay, as he applies more and more pressure. II huffs out a whine of pain, and Vessel immediately makes to jump away, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but II's hand keeps him rooted in place. 
"Keep going." II says, no louder than a whisper. "I like the pain, since its you." 
The tears slip over, streaking down his cheeks. II starts thrusting a little more insistently, but never leaving the slow, gentle pace he has set. "Doing so well, sweetheart. Being so good for me." II moans, feeling overwhelmed by Vessel being so close to him physically as he continues slowly thrusting into the tight heat of Vessel's ass. 
A moan vibrates the flesh trapped between Vessel's teeth, just as overwhelmed by II as he is by Vessel. Love bleeds from every open pore, the threat of a sob making Vessel's throat tight.
He feels so fucking good, so loved. Safer than ever before. 
Vessel is cumming for the first time that night, splattering his release onto II's stomach as he pauses fucking into Vessel to pull himself away from the edge again, and he finally lets his tears fall.
Gold splashes onto II's neck, dripping down into the dip of his collarbone as Vessel's fangs at long last break skin. Euphoria crashes into him, spurring on the cresting of his orgasm into a tidal wave of pleasure spilling over the tether of the bond to flood all three vessels. 
There's a faint flash of surprise from III's bond before everything is quickly overshadowed by the effects of the orgasm still tearing through Vessel's nervous system. II's hand moves from Vessel's sensitive cock to his hip, thumb tracing the curve of Vessel's hipbone, grinding into him as Vessel shudders and gasps, overstimulated but enjoying every single moment of it. 
Iron spills over Vessel's tongue, split tongue lapping at the blood seeping out between Vessel's fangs. Vessel panics, trying to pull away. II doesn't let him. Holds him there, his blood coating Vessel's tongue. Any moment now, Vessel expects pain to explode across his face, his head, any part of his body II can reach, but it never happens.
II never reaches out with ill intent to harm Vessel, only lovingly strokes the fabric covering Vessel's back. II still isn't letting him move, and after a moment, Vessel settles down, no longer trying to escape from pain he was so sure was coming. 
"Color, Ves?" II asks, as soft as his thrusts.
A sob tears through him, forcing him to unlatch his teeth from II's skin. Falling back into the pillows behind him, all of his eyes squeeze shut, golden tears obscuring his vision. He manages to choke out an answer on the tail end of a half-sob, still quiet even now, clutching his own shirt in his need to hold something. "Green."
The fabric tears underneath his claws, but Vessel doesn't notice, doesn't care, not when he feels like this.
Safe. Safe. Safe. So loved and cared for as II makes love to him, reaches over to wipe the tears from Vessel's cheeks as he keeps slowly fucking into him. 
Sweat drips down II's brow, his whole body warm with minor exertion, smiling down at Vessel with such love it sends Vessel reeling. He's overstimulated, overwhelmed, and so, so happy. 
"Gonna come soon, pretty. Think you can look at me while I do? Just know you'll look beautiful." 
Vessel smiles, relishing in the fact that the words didn't strike a panicked chord in him. He remains feeling euphoric and safe, managing to pull his six eyes up to meet II's as he continues crying. Vessel enjoys the overstimulation far more than he thinks he should, glowing crimson eyes never once straying from the icy blue of II's as he continues thrusting into him. The pillows are soft behind him, cocooning him in comfort.
II keeps thrusting into him, each slow drag of his cock seeming to take Vessel's unneeded breath with it. His face is creased with pleasure, the blue of his eyes sucking Vessel in. II cums with a moan into Vessel's mouth, a deep kiss shared between them while II's spend warm's Vessel from the inside. It sends Vessel into another orgasm as the pleasure floods the bond. Shallow thrusts send tingles of overstimulation all throughout Vessel's body, a welcome feeling.
II's lamp begins to rise from the nightstand, its chord keeping it from floating up to the ceiling. When Vessel notices, tearing his gaze away from II at the feeling of his magic working without him calling upon it, it sets itself back down with a faint thud. 
"Feel so good around me, sweetheart. I almost don't want to leave." II sighs, but begins pulling out anyway.
Vessel almost asks him to stay inside, high on elation. He wants II to stay close in a way Vessel can allow. 
"Three told me you like to cuddle, sweetheart." II says as he reaches for some tissues in a box he keeps at his bedside.
A bashful flush heats Vessel's cheeks, glowing eyes averting their gaze as II starts cleaning Vessel up. Vessel's short nod is answer enough, and II chuckles, leaning over Vessel to kiss him again.
Joy shoots through him, and before Vessel really knows what's going on, he's crying worse than before. He can't seem to stop himself, no matter how hard he tries. Vessel sobs, heaving breaths, lungs aching, and still so happy. Overwhelmed by the love II has shown him. Gold spills down his face, dripping into his hair as he curls up on his side, face pressed into II's ribs.
II is beside him in an instant, a blanket tossed over Vessel's shaking form as II holds him from behind, keeping well away from his chest and neck. He is warm behind him, soft nothings being whispered into the air, a gentle hand caressing his hip.
"That's it, sweetheart. Let it all out. I've got you, promise."
II's kind words only make Vessel cry harder, overwhelmed with emotion. He turns, burying his face into II's chest, clutching at the blanket between them and wishing the barrier wasn't there. II is stroking up an down Vessel's hip, over his side, jumping to his arm, his caresses featherlight. All is silent except for Vessel's harsh breaths as he sobs silently, and II's gentle words of affection.
Of course, the tranquility couldn't last.
"I wish you would stop." II says, tracing a gentle finger along the seam of the bandages around Vessel's arm. 
He freezes as soon as the words leave his lips, an apology already on the tip of his tongue. Vessel has gone still as the dead next to him, face tucked so far into II's chest that the drummer couldn't possibly hope to see what expression he's making.
"I do not want to." Vessel says quietly, a foreboding feeling filling the empty space between his ribs at the admission. 
The flowers inside are beginning to wilt, Vessel's good mood dying with them.
Then words just start spilling out of him, "Pain has been my only constant companion. I do not know how to live without it. I can't." 
II tries to keep the frown from pulling at his lips, but isn't quite sure he manages. 
"But... if- if you ask it of me-" Vessel takes in a steadying breath, long eyelashes fluttering gently as he looks up at II through them, all six eyes still glowing in the aftermath of his orgasms, "If you ask it of me, I will truly try to limit how often I mar my flesh." 
"You would... Do that for me? I- As much as I hate seeing you hurt, I know it must be hard to even think of- Of not hurting yourself, sweetheart."
"There is nothing in this world I would not do for you, if you'd only ask it of me."
Vessel means every word, no matter how the idea of... of even attempting to stop hurting himself is daunting, terrifying. Vessel wants to be brave for II, so he'll try. 
II's eyes are crinkled at the edges with the sheer enormity of his smile, gold flecks sticking to his cheeks as he cries crystal tears. "I love you. I love you so much. I know you don't understand that this is a good thing, for you to even try to lessen your pains like this, but it means the world to me. More than you'll ever know. I'm- I'm so proud of you."
"I do not feel as though it is something you should be proud of me for." Vessel admits, placing his head so it rests against II's chest.
His heartbeat is loud in Vessel's ear, a soothing sound that smoothes over Vessel's frayed nerves. It lulls him back into the contentment he'd felt mere moments prior. Vessel is glad it came back at all, worried their turn in conversation had ruined how happy he'd felt. 
"I will be proud of you regardless of whether you feel worthy of it. I love you, Vessel." II says, reaching up with a hand to stifle a yawn.
"I love you, bel- Two. I love you, Two." Vessel responds, stumbling over his words with a blush, "You can sleep. I do no mind. It's late anyway. I wish to stay up a little longer."
"Are you sure? I don't want to just... sleep, if you want to continue our conversation?"
Vessel shakes his head, "No, it is alright. I don't- I don't want to speak on it any longer. I want to bask in these emotions for a while longer."
"Okay, sweetheart." II agrees hesitantly, pressing a kiss to Vessel's hair. "Wake me if you need anything, alright?"
Vessel hums, pressing his ear closer to II's chest so he can listen to his heartbeat better. The sound brings Vessel peace, like layers and layers of comfort are being spread over him like a blanket with every thump against II's ribcage. Vessel can almost fool himself into thinking it's his own heart, too. Supposes that must be true, a little, since the other vessels had eaten the apple of Eden.
Vessel knows exactly what that was made of.
Once II falls asleep, Vessel carefully sits up, blanket still covering his nude form. He takes it with him to keep himself covered while he leaves II's room. It doesn't take long to grab his notebook, settling down beside II to write. There's a song stuck in his head, a loop of lyrics he absolutely must write down before they're lost to the void.
Vessel puts a pencil to the first fresh page of his notebook he finds. The words come to him easily as II lays asleep beside him, ethereal in his beauty. His snores aren't quite loud, but certainly noticeable. The sound is familiar and calming, lulling Vessel into a focused headspace.
It isn't long before there's a tugging on the bond, questioning in nature, and Vessel tugs back, accepting. 
Vessel doesn't pause in his writing as III shuffles into the room quietly. They press a kiss to the side of Vessel's head as he continues to work. "Writing something, Sugar?" III murmurs softly, carefully avoiding glancing down at the pages.
"Yes, for Two. I want to complete the song entirely before I show him." Vessel replies shyly, tilting the notebook so III can read the lines, "Do you think he'll like it?" 
III does not let their surprise show at how nonchalant Vessel is while showing him his notebook. Vessel always kept the lyrics of his songs under wraps until they were ready to be used. For the other to be showing III- No, that's not important right now, III can't miss this chance to see Vessel's writing process. 
There's only a couple of lines written, but they steal III's breath away as he takes in the words with rapt attention.
'And I know the angels tonight are as lost for words, As I am to merely behold you as we lie down together'
"I would like to think I know Two well enough to say that he's going to want to fuck you right after he cries from how beautiful these lyrics are. He's going to love it." 
"W-what-" Vessel stammers, pausing in the middle of writing down another line, eyes wide as he looks over at III. 
He watches III's smile, the curve of their eyelashes, the blatant adoration in his beautiful blue eyes, and blurts, "Is now a good time to tell you I have one I'm working on for you as well?"
III's smile turns sinfully wicked, "Oh? Don't show me until its completed then, and expect the best sex of your life afterwards."
Vessel cannot stop his gasp of surprise, nor the need that shoots through him at III's words. He finds himself murmuring his agreement, something like anticipation swirling in his gut. Vessel almost wants to finish the song faster, especially with the lascivious expression on III's pretty face. He can't remember a time when he'd been so willing to have sex, so desperate to be touched like that. Never, if he were to be honest. II and III have changed his views on many things, and his views on sex were not immune.
"Sleep, don't look at me like that, Sugar. You need to rest and if I don't stop us now, then you're definitely not going to be resting." III groans, hiding their flushed face behind their hands. 
"I wouldn't mind." Vessel protests lightly even as his mind wanders back to his previous train of thought, a lyric line beginning to circle through his head.
"You're busy, Sugar, and I want you resting. I had a hand and an imagination earlier, I'm not that desperate. If you still want me tomorrow then I'll gladly fuck you then, alright?" 
"I would like that." Vessel murmurs, hiding his face behind his notebook so III can't see his blush.
III laughs heartily, kissing Vessel's cheek before climbing into II's bed to rest at his other side, II in between the both of them. The smaller man continued snoring, completely unaware of anything going on around him. It makes Vessel feel so overwhelmingly fond, to have those two here with him.
III doesn't even bother trying to stay awake, curling around II. Vessel continues writing until his eyes burn and exhaustion threatens to take him away.
Vessel regrets ever closing his eyes to rest, what feels like hours later, when he opens them and finds himself being dragged to the bedroom in his first apartment away from his parents.
No.
Not, not again. Not after Vessel had just been the happiest he'd been in years. Please.
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query-quadrant · 2 months ago
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how do i vome to terms with my ashen relationship being so short lived?
i (bronze) am vonsidering mediating between a rust blood and a teal blood who vontinously pivk shitty fights with each other.
i hate them both so muvh but. im worried. how am i supposed to avvept that once i make these stupid shits vlean up their avt, theyll most either get together pitvhwise or all three of us will break up?
i know that long lasting ash relationships do happen. but ive never seen this avomplished by anyone i know. i dont know if i want to even get into get into something with them if its just going to end badly for me… but thats the whole point of auspistivism. its selfless. maybe id be a bad auspistive after all.
but these two need someone or else theyre going to tear everyone else down with them eventually…
what do i do?
ok im gonna take a hard stance here listen to me i am grabbing your shoulders right now this is the most important shit youre ever gonna hear ok you need to absorb this put it into a text to speech thing and listen till your hear ducts start bleeding if you have to im so serious right now
i dont give a fuck if those two freaks of nature are about to kill each other for real or blow up entire fucking stem clusters if youre not sure you can handle this shit you look the other fucking way and leave the job for someone else who can handle it
auspiticism is hard especially at the start youre stepping into a fucked up relationship where everyones as bitchy as possible and most trolls want it to be short and literally think thats the point and also depending on the dude some assholes would also literally rather skin their bulge than admit that maybe the auspitices feelings matter and that theyre not just walking cheat codes to fix relationships
sometimes people get magical auspiticisms that last for sweeps but most of them arent gonna be that even the nicer ones are usually short or at least start fucked up before they get good and you gotta look out for you
anyway
good advice for if you read all that and do actually end up doing it:
1. make sure you have a good moirail before you get involved
2. have literally any backup plans for if slash when shit ends
3. make sure theyre actually into you too theyre not gonna listen to you if theyre not
4. take no shit
bad advice:
hmmmmm thinking emoji dot dot dot
what if whenever shit started getting a little too stabilized you started fucking shit up on purpose then theyd never have any reason to break up with you cause theyd always need an auspitice
this could never backfire ever in any way
you know give them shitty advice plant evidence one of them is cheating dress up as one of them in a really shitty disguise and start saying whatever insane bullshit you can think of to stoke the flames a little diy your own personal feud nothings stopping you
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sleepwrites · 2 years ago
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Hi! This is kind of my first time requesting, I already red the rules so um can I request headcanons of SWK, Macaque and MK with the reader who is part of the East Sea's Dragon Clan? Or you could say the reader is somewhat Ao Guang's daughter? Would their father's reaction be on them dating? Would he aprrove?
I hope this isn't too much! ^.^
Aw its never too much dear nonnie! I used the first option since I dont have that good of a grasp on Au Guang lol. Apologies if its short this was pretty on the nose!
Macaque, MK and SWK with a s/o who’s part of the east sea dragon clan
MK
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When you came to visit Mei on orders of Au Guang, to make sure that his greatx1M niece is doing alright after dealing with the samedi fire.
You were around her age and shared interests (swordplay) so he figured you’d be nice to each other.
What he didn’t know was that you also got particular close to a certain Monkie Kid.
Once MK first met you, he already though you were really cool!
Since you lived in the east sea clan most your life he and Mei loved showing you around.
It took a while for him to fall but once he did he fell HARD.
MK is a naturally affectionate person but once he realises he’s absolutely smitten with you he becomes much more touchy, not in a bad way though!
After a couple nudges from Tang and Mei you two started dating!
He loves your scales! Will kiss your cheeks to feel the scales!
My dude will be drawing you allllll the time, especially pre-dating, thats just how he pines.
You two train together! Who doesn’t love fight-flirting.
He also helped you pick a new wardrobe as your current clothes just didn’t make the cut.
Use your dragon powers during a fight or just for fun, MK will freeze bcs u look so cool.
‘Heck yeah baby! Thats MY girlfriend guys!’
Sun Wukong
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You had met Wukong and the others while they were in jail, well met is a strong word, more like walked past them and gave them a weird look.
After the battle with the lady bone demon you went to see Mei, on orders of Au Guang to make sure she was alright.
Thats how you met Wukong again.
At first you two didn’t like each other much. Wukong was a bit salty because of the look you gave him in the hail cell. You thought he was a big trouble maker.
Only when you saw him interact with Mei did you see that, hey maybe he isn’t so bad at all.
For him it was the same but with MK, as long as you and the kiddies got along you were alright in his book.
Fast forward to when you two got together, Wukong made sure it was a spectacle, he is the Monkey King after all.
Expect him to be clingy af, you CANNOT tell me he isn’t touch starved even just a teeny bit.
He’ll always be grabbing your hand or something, maybe putting his head on your shoulder.
Love LOVES the way your scales feel against his fur, especially during summers and hot days.
Tries to use ‘scaly peaches’ as your nick name. Yeah he’ll just stick to peaches.
Likes watching you help MK train, is practically drooling over you.
Cheers you on during actual fights.
‘Heck yeah peaches! Kick their butts!”
Six-eared Macaque
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You and Mei had become fast friends in the east sea palace, she gad even invited you to come help them in defeating lbd.
You of course accepted. After all was said and done you decided to stay with Mei for awhile, get to know the surface world.
What you didn’t expect was that you would fall for a certain shadow.
Macaque had begun by admiring you from afar, watching you through shadow portals.
You could sense that someone was watching you, so you obviously tried to attack him.
You know those slo-mo, love at first fight things, yeah thats what happened between you two.
After Mei explained their truce with Macaque, you still didn’t trust him but went along with it as Mei seemed genuine.
In no time at all you both realised you have burning crushes on eachother.
You confessed first, one day showing up at his house and saying you liked him a lot.
Thats how you two started dating.
Macaque once licked your scales after you started dating to tease you.
You got him back by grabbing his tail and twirling it around you hand.
No, you two are a POWER COUPLE. Seriously imagine a GIANT SHADOW MOKEY KAIJU and a DRAGON charging towards you.
I’d surrender by then.
He likes how well you get along with lbd’s host (she was adopted by everyone I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL-)
Less touchy then Wukong and MK, prefers quality time with you rather than physical touch.
He’ll totally add a dragon character to his shadow plays for you.
“Aw Moonlight, you wanna watch my plays?~’
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shoezuki · 7 months ago
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Drunk Gep anon back at it again. How bout I call myself Whiskey🥃?
Fully agree. Dude didn't make it to Captain of the guard with little noodle arms and a weak stomach. I'dimagine Sampo'sbeen slung over his shoulder more than once lmfao. He's defo been shoving bite-sized anything in his gob since he could crawl.
Also love earnest Gep!!! Gepard being all soft and inquiring. Bet Sampo isn't used to havin someone so genuinely interested/knowing of him but so gentle about it, with no ulterior motive. He's got Natasha but she's more the loving yet serious sister who damn near KOs him with the first aid kit when he tries to sneak out whilst injured. Now you've got my head spinnin with ideas!!
May we also consider:
Sampo fucks up. Geppie started gettin soft, not quite drunk but enough to loosen him into sayin things that make Sampo's heart warm and hands fidget, and he just stopped keeping track of his drinks.
He's on cloud 9. Maybe? He's not exactly ecstatic but he's havin a pretty grand time. Maybe cloud 7? He doesn't remember when they left the bar but they've been wandering about for so long it's gotten dark and his mind's too foggy to recognise where they are.
He's also too loose lipped, knows he's being too honest, that his attempts to play off his words as jokes is too long winded and fake but he also can't quite remember what he's said???
Gepard is havin a grand time. He's pretty out of it but can at least walk this time. Happy to trail after Sampo, ask questions about obscure places they pass in the Underworld and about the people, before working up to talk about Sampo himself. How he's a pain in the ass but he admires his work ethic yada yada. He's unfamiliar with the area so he's hoping Sampo knows where they're going. He doesn't.
Neither of em make it home. Not even into a building. Sampo wakes up in the geomarrow equivalent of a tree, doesn't fall purely because he's damn near tied to the thing. There's more half empty bottles on the floor and Gepard has absolutely no clue where his jacket is and Sampo does not own a cane that embezzled, where did he get that?
There's an attempted 'arrest' of course. Gep may be off duty but he's nothing if not devoted to his role. They don't make it far and Bronya/Seele find them half curled up on the floor, holding their heads up against the cold brick XD.
The previous night's open-hearted discussion is blurred but not forgotten.
~ 🥃
GBFJDV GODDDDDD ANON UR SOF RCEYEKE. GOD. FICK SHIT...
Sampo stumbling into gepard at a bar nursing a drink, not tipsy but still loose enough to tell sampo to leave rather than tryna arrest him right away. Sampo obviously staying cuz this is a Great Opportunity no way hes letting this chance to break down geps walls slip thru his fingers.
And just. Sampo wanting to get gepard to open up to him and break down his barriers. Totally to get info out of him of course its not like hes infatuated with the man and wants to know him underneath his position as captain.
Sampo doesnt realize hes getting drunk too, opening up himself. Doesnt realize hes actually having fun w gepard and enjoying talking with him. Doesnt realize hes actually answering gepards questions, telling both personal things about himself and small inconsequential things that arent important but gepard acts like they are.
Gepards genuine So SO genuine and earnest. All kinds of 'youre a hard worker you do help the underworld a lot even if you pretend you dont' and 'i know some of those tips about illegal operations were from you sampo thank you' and 'i admire how focused and strong you are. If only youd put the criminal stuff behind you' and sampo isnt sure if its the liquor or gepard hes drunk off of.
And it ending with gepard having the fucking worst hangover of his life, sampo tied to a large stalagmite passed out and snoring. Gepard like 'god my head hurts. That was the best night of my life. Time to arrest him i guess' and seele being the one to find em bickering halfheartedly while gepard keeps trying to get handcuffs on sampo
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qoldenskies · 8 days ago
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I dont know much about your sep!au but raph sounds like he needs a nap
PLEASSSEEEE 😭😭😭😭
hi yeah absolutely that is the best conclusion to come to about him. he's really not as silly as he is in canon because he's had to be more responsible for a lot longer, and despite having less siblings to handle it's a lot more work to shoulder (if i can find a way for him to ACTUALLY work a job that would make sense, i'll go for it. genuinely i wonder wtf donnie is doing in canon to get them money dawg). it really means that i've upped his dichotomy with leo a lot, the only connecting trait between them is that donnie and mikey think they're both fucking crazy LMAO
and that's because for both of them, they're actually a lot more trigger-happy than in canon, which says a lot for raph in particular. his sense of justice is fully intact, if not stronger, but there's this kind of solemn quality to it instead of determination, which means he's not afraid of making necessary sacrifices, or even killing. he's not actually there for the events of the first episode (its just mikey and april..... mikey just wanted to get coffee 😭) so the whole mutant crisis is a surprise to him, especially because mikey kept his involvement hidden, for the exact reasons you'd imagine.
he doesn't take to it with the same kind of childish determination. there's this underlying sense of obligation that trumps everything else, because he's spent his whole life working through the exhaustion in a really similar way. it's just another way for him to fall back onto the same coping mechanisms he always does.
old sad sheepdog. he very quickly turns to the "us vs them" mentality against draxum/leo/donnie without any space for changing his mind, he's not the same kind of open-minded as he was about draxum (for mikey's sake) in canon. he WARMS UP to donnie, but only barely, and only because donnie begins to get comfortable working against draxum and the foot and in their favor (there is a moment deep deep into the plot where donnie falls to the floor in tears and raph adopts him Immediately though... sometimes the guy is weak, but its also very justified considering the situation. spoilers). but with leo oouuuuuhhhhh oh my goddd you will not BELIEVE how fucked up that shit gets. that dude is his nemesis. he doesn't trust mikey anywhere NEAR him and around the final stretch of the plot he only begrudgingly puts up with him because donnie is there to mediate. donnie is the only one they all like for a while and it's very exhausting especially because he's trying so hard to be patient and mikey is so ANNOYED about raph and leo's bs LMAOOOO he's gonna snap
i havent rlly thought about how the kraang/events of the movie would go but if i ended up going there i'd probably make it mikey and leo centric instead of A team centric, because raph and leo do come to a very neat and tidy conclusion but im realizing leo and mikey dont have a Moment like that planned yet. they get along eventually but not well, and leo feels super threatened by mikey for most of the plot because he feels like he's being replaced, so idk something for me to chew on later (it also means brains and brawn b plot... the temptation)
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