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So this episode was great :')

[chestersturniolo]

Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader x Matt Sturniolo

stoner!chris - stoner!matt

In which; You show Matt and Chris the Halloween costume you picked out…

Warnings; poly relationship (no incesty shit) , drug use ofc, suggestive, controlling/possessive behaviour. use of y/n and pet names.

DISCLAIMER; wear whatever you damn well want bbys!!!

You step through the front door, barely managing to squeeze inside with the mountain of shopping bags hanging from both arms. Your legs ache as you wobble toward the staircase, bags digging into your skin as you climb. Finally reaching the top, you turn to the living room and see Matt and Chris sprawled on the couch, a joint making its way back and forth between them.

Matt is first to notice you, his eyes lifting mid-puff, taking in the sight of you and all your bags. He smirks, exhaling the smoke slowly as his eyes drift to Chris. “Looks like our money’s been well spent” he says, nodding toward you with amusement in his eyes.

Chris looks over, eyes widening as he takes in the sheer number of bags hanging from your arms. “Jesus” he mutters, shaking his head with a grin. Matt chuckles in response.

You stand there, pride practically radiating off you. “I found so many good things today!” you announce excitedly like it wasn’t obvious already.

“We can see that baby” Matt says, whilst reaching his arm out to pass the joint to his brother.

Chris takes it, before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You gonna show us, or what?” he says, clearly curious as he takes a drag.

A spark of excitement flares up inside you. “Wait here” you say, practically bouncing as you make your way to Matts room, eager to show them one particular purchase. You rummage through the bags, finally pulling out the outfit. It’s one you picked out for Halloween- a sexy angel costume that’s barely there. You undress and start assembling the costume on your body. A white lacy corset with a tiny skirt, along with garters, platform heels and of course a set of wings accompanied with a small halo headband.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and grin. You looked fucking hot. With newfound confidence, you make your way back into the living room, heels clicking against the floor. As you round the corner, you pause, one hand confidently resting on your hip. Clearing your throat, you get their attention.

Both Matt and Chris freeze mid-conversation, snapping their heads toward you, their eyes immediately widening as they take you in. It’s almost comical how synchronized their reactions are—jaws dropping slightly, eyes slowing raking every inch of your body as they stare at you in stunned silence.

You laugh softly at their expressions. “So? What do you think?” you ask, giving them a sweet smile

“fuck” Matt mutters under his breath as he shift in his seat

“i think you need to get your pretty ass over here” Chris says, placing the joint down in the ashtray before turning back to you with a lick of his lips, practically undressing you with his eyes

You shake your head softly, knowing exactly what they’re both thinking, “Nu-uh, i don’t wanna mess it up before i even wear it”

“You are wearing it ma, n it’s for us right?” Chris says raising his brow

“No , it’s my Halloween costume!” you say proudly

They both exchange a look, completely dumbfounded, before turning their attention back to you. Matt leans back on the couch, crossing his arms. “Oh, absolutely not” he says with a firm tone.

Chris scoffs in disbelief “Turn around” he demands, waving a hand for you to spin. You oblige, twirling so they can get a view of the back. Your ass pretty much on full display.

“Yeah, no fucking way” Chris says, shaking his head in whilst simultaneously adjusting the growing bulge in his pants.

You furrow your brows as your confidence crumbles slightly “You dont like it?” you say quietly

Chris is quick to shake his head “Of course we like it y/n look at you-“ he says raking his eyes up and down you’re figure for the hundredth time “-but you’re outta your mind if you think either of us would let you out the house like that ma”

You shoot them a scowl, both hands on your hips now. “But it’s for Halloween! everyone dresses like this!” you huff

“Well, you’re not everyone sweetheart” Matt chimes in

You cross your arms with a roll of your eyes “Whatever”

Chris raises an eyebrow at your tone. “Ay, drop the attitude” he warns, picking up the joint from the tray, relighting it before he taking a hit.

You stand there, arms crossed, slouching a little in defiance. This wasn’t exactly the reaction you’d expected. You were so excited about the costume, a slight pout starts to form on your lips. Matt sighs and pats his lap, motioning for you to come sit. Reluctantly, you make your way over to them on the couch, your heels echoing on the wooden floor. You settle onto his lap,careful not to smush your wings. still pouting, eyes fixed anywhere but on either of them.

Matt wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he tries to soften his tone. “Look, you’re not wearin’ that out baby”

You refuse to look at him, staying stubbornly quiet, giving them the silent treatment. Matt and Chris were very good at standing their ground when it came to you, and honestly you loved it 99% of the time. But with that 1%, you could always count on Matt to bend the rules if you give him just enough stroppiness.

Matt lets out a deep sigh, seeing your demeanour, he comes to his own compromise. He hooks his finger under your chin, gently turning your face toward him so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. “How ’bout this…you can wear it out-” he starts, pausing just enough to see the flicker of excitement in your eyes, “-but, only if me and Chris are there with you”

“Really?!” you beam, the excitement coming back full force.

Chris throws his hands up, completely taken aback. “Are you fuckin’ serious, Matt?”

Matt rolls his eyes at Chris’s reaction. “Cmon bruh, you really think anyone’s gonna try anythin’ with us either side of her? I don’t fuckin’ think so” he says , reaching to take the joint back

Chris groans, clearly not convinced. “That’s not the point! They’re still gonna see…this” he says, gesturing up and down at your outfit.

Matt chuckles slightly before taking a long drag, tilting his head back, exhaling slowly before looking up at you with a smirk

“Let em see. we’ll be the ones takin it off”

an; if any of my smut writing moots wanna make a part 2 for this (for you to post) inbox me PLSSS🙂‍↕️

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[roosterforme]

Mr. Right Now Part 3 | Hangman x Reader

Summary: When Jake teaches you about foreplay, he also gives you a lesson in patience. Your body feels like it wants to rush through the motions, but he has a way of coaxing pleasure from you that you didn't realize any man was capable of.

Warnings: adult language, sexual touching, oral sex, fingering, 18+

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Why is Jake on my masterlist!? Mr. Right Now masterlist

Your words were echoing in Jake's thoughts.

"I want you to make me feel good."

This was why he wanted to engage in small talk in the first place. To get to know you and let you see that he was capable of being more than a quickie to satisfy your agenda. He could be the opposite of the other guys, especially the ones at the bar. They wouldn't have the patience or take the time to make it good for you. But Jake would make sure you learned what you needed to know, and you'd have a smile on your face the whole time. As he gripped the globe of your ass with one big hand, he was getting more and more certain that he'd be smiling right along with you.

"That's more like it, Darlin'," he crooned. "I'll take care of you."

Your lips were brushing his with every little movement and every breath you took. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been with someone so eager, and it was almost comical how unwilling you were to accept that fact. He smiled as your fingers grasped at the back of his neck while you rubbed your lace covered pussy all over the front of his jeans without much finesse. 

Not that it was unappealing. Not at all.

Just as your hand found its way down his body, ready to dip back inside his pants, he started to guide you away from his kitchen counter and your abandoned wine glass full of ice water. "Alright, Darlin'. Time to see how much you've learned so far. What was lesson number one?"

You seemed to be in a bit of a daze as he walked you backwards out of the kitchen and through the living room. "Um... don't talk about another guy when I'm touching your cock?" you whispered, eyes glued to his face.

"Very good. Now it's time for lesson number two: foreplay," he told you as he walked you backwards out of the kitchen and through the living room. You were wearing your tight tank top, a black thong, and your Converse sneakers. Your nipples were hard against his abdomen, making you all too appealing in your innocence. "And if you like the way that progresses, we can head right into lesson number three: oral sex."

Your eager eyes were wide as you looked up at him and asked, "You want me to give you a blowjob?"

He sure fucking did. He could already imagine the way you might hesitate before ultimately letting him guide you. His cock throbbed again as he thought about your excited but unpracticed moves. Shit. But truly, that's not what he'd been referring to.

"Not exactly," he grunted, mouth already watering at the scent of your arousal. You swallowed hard, your brow puckering softly like you couldn't understand his words. "We'll get there soon enough. But first..."

Jake liked to think he was good at foreplay. Whether he actually wanted to know about it or not, his older sisters were never quiet when they used to talk about guys, and he'd picked up a few vital bits of sage advice. One of them was the simple fact that women would go absolutely wild for a guy who was willing to spend the time required to really get them going. Even better if it was obvious he was enjoying himself, too.

So he got to work, but it didn't feel like work at all. Not when he had you pushed up against the wall in the hallway with his thick thigh wedged between yours. "Oh my god," you gasped, fingers tangled up in his hair. He let his lips meet yours before you finished speaking, and he kept them parted with his. One soft swipe of his tongue into your mouth, and you were rolling your hips against him.

You moaned softly as you broke the kiss, head tipped back against the wall. "Damn, you look cute," Jake grunted, and you made another soft sound as he examined your needy face. Then he licked a stripe along the side of your neck before kissing the same path and whispering, "You taste good, too. The other guys don't even know what they're missing."

"Jake." You were squeezing his thigh with your legs now as you clung to him, but he continued to casually sucked on your neck just above your collarbone. "Jake!"

"Feel good?" he asked, determined to make sure you were still enjoying yourself along the way before he kept going further. "Or you want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare stop," you practically shouted, ending on a soft whimper as he nudged at the strap of your flimsy little tank top with his nose. His fingers toyed with the lace thong along your hips as you gasped, "I'm... I'm really turned on."

Jake smiled against your shoulder, giving your hips a squeeze. "We're just getting started."

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Foreplay was awesome. Foreplay was your favorite thing in the whole world. You'd never experienced it before, but now that you were in the middle of it, you never wanted it to end. Your skin was slick with sweat, but so was Jake's as he worked his hands up inside your top. Your voice cracked when you said his name which just made his rough fingers knead into you a little harder. God, he was something else.

"Jake," you whispered, already feeling like you were on the verge of an orgasm. He still had all of his clothes on, but his right leg was in between both of yours, and it felt better than it did when you touched yourself. Then his hands started slowly guiding your top up, exposing first your belly and then your breasts, leaving you no time to feel self conscious. He tossed your shirt aside as you stood there before him.

"God damn it," he groaned, and his hands slid around to your butt, hoisting you further up his leg. The sensation of your pussy rubbing his jeans again had you panting and scrambling to get your arms around his neck as your breasts mashed against his chest.

He was carrying you further down the hallway with his big hands gripping the backs of your thighs, and you were sucking in shallow breaths as you managed to ask, "Are you going to fuck me now?"

"Jesus Christ," he grunted. "You know, you're pretty fucking good at dirty talk for a virgin, Darlin'." 

You were still clinging to him as you looked around his bedroom. A king sized bed, modern furniture, huge windows, en suite bathroom, and a walk-in closet. He was an adult. Jake was a thirty year old man, and you'd never wanted anything in your life as much as you wanted him. "You didn't answer me," you whispered, your lips brushing his ear before he practically tossed you onto his bed. You squeaked as you sank into the soft, white bedding, making sure you kept your sneakers from touching any of it.

He was looking down at you, eyes raking from your face to your breasts and even lower as he touched himself through his jeans. Then he yanked his shirt over his head, and you gaped at his muscular chest and abs and shoulders. "I promised I'll make sure you come. But I don't need to fuck you to make that happen." He reached for your left ankle, circling it with one hand while he untied your shoelace. "These are cute, but they need to go." He tossed your shoe toward his closet, and soon the second one joined it.

Just when you propped yourself up on your elbows, he was on top of you, kissing your lips as you muttered his name. When his mouth trailed back down along your neck, he didn't stop. You gasped when his lightly stubbled cheek found your breast, but he kept going until your nipple was in between his lips, and you spread your legs wider to accommodate his body. You gave up, letting yourself sink onto your back as his big hand palmed and teased you while he tasted you seemingly everywhere.

Your mind was swimming as you tried to figure out how he was going to make you come, but a few seconds later, you were convinced his tongue swirling around your nipples could be enough. You knew you were making needy little noises, but you felt yourself clenching around nothing, and you were still wearing your thong. Your soaking wet thong. 

"Oh!" you gasped when Jake plucked at your nipple with his lips before looking up at you while he stroked your side lazily. He kept his eyes on you as he kissed at the underside of your breast, and you just gaped in response.

"If you were anybody else," he mused, "sure, I'd fuck you right now." Your body felt impossibly warm as his pretty green eyes seemed to darken. "But you have a lot to learn about." His hand trailed down your side, over your belly and to the tiny bit of lace covering you from being completely naked in his bed. 

"Tell me what I need to learn," you whispered, and Jake slid back off the bed, pulling you to the very edge with him. He knelt on the floor, pushing your thighs apart and planting your feet on the bed. You almost screamed his name when he leaned in and kissed you through your underwear, and something like possessiveness flashed in his eyes.

"It's always about you, Darlin'," he drawled. "That's what you need to know. It's not about me. It's never about the guy. It's about you."

"What do you mean?" you panted as he reached for the lace at your hips and started to pull it down. You had to lift your butt up from the edge of the bed and raise your legs up in the air, but your damp thong was soon on the bed next to you.

Jake grunted, planting your feet in place again as you spread out completely naked for him. When he kissed your bare pussy, you bucked up off of his bed and grabbed at the duvet, trying to squeeze your legs together. His big shoulders were in the way, and his finger was running up and down your slit as he said, "It's always about you. I'm gonna come no matter what. Any guy would if you treated him to your body. So you make sure you get what you deserve before he indulges to the point of no return."

And then his mouth was all over your pussy, and it was better than anything you'd ever felt in your life. "Oh my god." It was like the breath was knocked from your lungs as he licked up and down and back up to your clit. It was as if your body was trying to fight you as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows to watch what he was doing, and you just stared at him, mouth agape. It looked fucking hot as his glistening lips pressed against your clit before he started sucking gently, and you were already so close embarrassingly to an orgasm.

"You don't have to do this," you blurted out way too loud as Jake met your gaze. "Guys don't like doing this?" It sounded more like a question as you watched him drag his tongue in a slow circle around your clit before kissing you there. His pupils were huge, and now you were confused, because it definitely looked like he was enjoying himself as his fingers dug into your thighs.

"Men love this." His words and the way he dragged his nose through your slick pussy left you with your mouth hanging open. "But if you're not enjoying yourself, all you need to do is say so."

Your voice shook as he sucked gently on your clit once again. "I'm definitely enjoying myself."

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You were soaking wet, your arousal slick as Jake ran his tongue along your slit. You tasted sweet and tangy, and you smelled so good, he had to bury his nose in you over and over. Just a perfect pussy. Technically you'd never been fucked by a guy before, but maybe someone else already got to taste how exquisite this was? He had to know.

He released your clit and kissed his way up your belly, watching your chest heave with every breath you took as you tried to rub against him for more friction. "Anyone ever get you off with their mouth before, Darlin'?" 

Your eyes were wide, and your stuttered response was music to his ears. "N-No."

"Nobody has ever tasted you like this?" he asked softly, as you touched his hair almost reverently.

"Never."

How was he supposed to do anything else at the moment besides guarantee that he was not only your first, but your best. Guarantee that you thought about him anytime any other man touched you here. He never wanted you to be disappointed, ever, but he needed to know you'd think about his mouth when someone else just couldn't seem to get the job done like he could.

If you thought guys didn't like eating pussy, then you must have heard that shit from some college jackasses who had no idea how fucking good it felt to lap up after an orgasm. They were the type to chase their own pleasure instead of finding out how much better it felt to cum after watching your partner fall apart at your touch. They didn't deserve to get to have you, and now he was rejoicing in the fact that he didn't let you go prancing around campus in your little leather skirt after all.

Your hands were wound up tight in his bedding, and your back was arched off of his bed as you keened and gasped his name. You couldn't seem to get control of your own body, but he didn't care. He was rock hard, enjoying every moment of this. He kissed the inside of your thigh to give you a break, and sure enough, you eased your ass back down onto the bed. But as soon as he ran his tongue back from your hole to your clit, your body jerked up again.

"Come here," he crooned, wrapping his hands around your waist, holding you gently in place. "God, you're eager for this. You ready for me to make you come?"

"Yes," you gasped as he held you down and licked his way through your pussy, each stroke more intentional than the last. Each press of his lips to your clit a little bit rougher. And you got louder again for him as he brought you to the edge. Your voice was hoarse as he sucked on your clit, your hips rolling gently in his grasp. "Oh my god, oh my god!" Your feet were digging into the edge of his bed, but he didn't let up until your legs were shaking. Then you reached the peak, and Jake couldn't remember ever enjoying himself this much.

He was never going to forget the pitch of your voice as you cried out and came all over his tongue. He lapped up every last bit of you as you panted on his bed, arms limp at your sides. He ran his nose along your thigh, and when he stood, he looked down at the little grin on your face as your eyes fluttered open. 

"Did you have fun?" he asked, and you turned your head to the side in embarrassment as you closed your legs, but you were still smiling.

"Yes," you whispered as he eased himself onto the bed next to you, and you met his eyes. "I can't believe you did that without... you know...."

He ran his thumb along your lip as he lounged on his side in his jeans. "You gonna finish that sentence?" When you shook your head and laughed he said, "Come on, Darlin'. Enlighten me."

You squirmed a bit and sighed as you whispered, "You didn't... penetrate me... at all."

Somehow those words had him wrapping his arm around you and pulling you flush against him on your side. When he kissed you softly, you gasped and tentatively licked his lip. You pulled away, eyes wide before going in for a more aggressive kiss, and Jake groaned as you tasted his mouth. "Oh," he grunted. "You like the way you taste?"

You whimpered into his mouth as you swiped his tongue with yours, and Jake let you taste yourself on him to your heart's content. The only issue he had was the way you kept nudging his erection with your leg, and holy shit, he was starting to get blue balls. He carefully guided your leg over his hip as you licked your way along his cheek with your fingers in his hair. If you were enjoying yourself this much, then he was ready to give you more.

His voice was barely a whisper as you kissed his nose. "You wanna feel a little penetration?" When you pulled your face away from him a few inches and nodded, he said, "Lesson four. My hand."

When he reached between his body and yours and cupped your pussy, your eyes fluttered closed. He kissed your pretty face as he teased your hole until you were grabbing the back of his neck and whining, "Please, Jake!"

He gave you anything you wanted. First one finger and then two. And then his thumb on your clit when you begged for that. Your hips were moving in time with his hand, and it was evident that you were still worked up from your first orgasm. "I want you to think about me," he growled as you started to clench around his fingers. "When you touch yourself, but especially when someone else isn't quite good enough. You think of me."

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Jake was pumping two fingers inside you and easing you onto your back, and you'd be shocked if you could ever think of anything other than his soft hair and green eyes ever again. You started kissing him, pulling him closer with one hand one his neck and one on his cheek as he finger fucked you. Your body felt wrung out from your first orgasm, but he had you right there again already.

You shivered as you tasted his tongue, the feel of his sure and steady thumb on your clit making you unable to control yourself. You could feel how hard his cock was, pressed to your leg through his jeans, and you wanted to figure out how to give him a handjob or a blowjob, just like he'd done for you. If he let you try, you'd make sure you did your best, because he was about to make you come again. 

"Jake," you gasped, your teeth grazing his lip as you held him close. But he pulled away enough that he could watch you with a little smirk as you looked up at him and started whining. It felt that good, the way his fingers pumped and the way his thumb circled your slick clit. You were riding his hand as you felt yourself clench around his thick fingers, and then it was all over. You saw stars. You heard a high pitched sound in your ears. You were babbling incoherently. You were coming so hard.

Jake's lips were on your breasts, your skin slick with sweat and saliva as the cool air in his bedroom hit you there, and you almost wanted to scoot away from him as you started to feel overstimulated, but he seemed to know it was time to pull his hand from between your thighs. His fingers were glistening, but you caught his wrist before he could wipe them on his jeans.

"Damn," he crooned as you guided his hand to your mouth. "You're the filthiest virgin I've ever met."

You laughed as you let his fingers slip between your lips, and you cleaned your taste off of him with your tongue. Jake's green eyes were wide, and as soon as you let his hand slip away, his tongue was swiping yours like he wanted another taste for himself. Even though he'd had his face buried in your pussy not too long ago. You kissed him and let his hand roam your chest and up to your neck, and just when you felt him grind his cock against your belly, you couldn't hold back your enormous yawn.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, trying your best to cover your mouth with your hand as a second yawn started up. "You wore me out."

"Don't apologize for that, Darlin'," Jake drawled, and he collected you in his arms and helped you stand up on shaky legs. "Let's get you cleaned up."

He held your hand and led you into his bathroom. You glanced around the tidy space at the fancy shower and the double sink vanity while he dug around in a drawer. The room was masculine and smelled good, just like he did. And you kind of liked the way he casually kissed your cheek as he handed you a green toothbrush that reminded you of his eyes. "Here's a clean washcloth, toothpaste and face wash. Let me know if you need anything else."

When he started to walk away, you said, "Wait." He turned back, green eyes on you as you asked, "You want me to stay?"

Jake shrugged and said, "Only if you want to. You've still got a lot to learn. Or I can drive you home instead."

His eyes looked a little guarded now, waiting for your response. "I'll stay," you whispered, and he nodded with a little smile.

You yawned again as he exited the room and pulled the door closed softly behind him, and when you looked in the mirror, you did a double take. It wasn't that you looked different exactly, but maybe you did. Jake hadn't even fucked you, but perhaps you looked a little older now. You laughed, knowing you were full of nonsense as you brushed your teeth. Then you washed your face and used the toilet, biting your lip at the way your body felt kind of sore after two delicious orgasms.

When you walked out of the bathroom, Jake was pulling the duvet back, wearing just a pair of boxer briefs. His cock was still hard, and you desperately wanted to show him some appreciation, but you couldn't stop yawning.

"Climb in, Darlin'." You were about to stay the night with a thirty year old man you just met a few hours ago, but you didn't feel apprehensive at all. Even though his mouth had been all over your body, and he knew what you sounded like when he made you come. 

You ducked your head as you climbed under the covers, and Jake surprised you by leaning down and kissing your forehead. When he stood up again, you started to scoot over, but he turned toward the bathroom. "Are you coming back?" you asked softly.

Jake nodded and said, "Yeah, I just need a minute." His voice was strained, and as he turned off the lamp next to his bed, your gaze drifted to one of the huge windows and the stars in the late night sky. 

"Can you hear the ocean from your room?" you asked with another yawn as your eyes closed. 

"Sure can," he replied with a chuckle. You heard him slide the window open and felt the cool breeze on your face. Almost immediately, you dozed off to the sound of the ocean and the feel of Jake's fingers on your cheek.

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Jake had to be out of his mind for inviting you to stay over, but the last thing on his mind was booting you out like a random tag chaser. And besides, he wanted to spend more time with you. There was something about you that he really liked. You were a smartass, and you were funny. And your body was sweet and sensitive, and as a result of all of those things, he had a problem he needed to take care of.

He watched you curl up in his bed with a smile on your face as you listened to the sounds of the ocean, and then he rushed into the bathroom. With less finesse than he showed you, Jake yanked his underwear down and wrapped his hand around his cock. He was aching with need, your taste still on his tongue as he jerked off. You were in his bed. His room smelled like your arousal. "Shit," he grunted, stroking himself quickly. 

When you asked if he wanted you to give him a blowjob, he should have said yes. The idea of you on your knees for him, practically oozing sweet innocence with your lips parted in invitation was too much. But he wanted to spend hours working you up, fucking you until you screamed his name. He wanted to teach you so many things and be the first one to do all of them. He'd already taken you to the brink of overstimulation and exhausted your body, and now he just wanted to do it all over again.

As soon as he pulled up the memory of your hand wrapped around his cock in the kitchen, Jake came. Hard. He was panting your name, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he leaned against the wall. Exhausted and finally sated, he yawned before he cleaned himself up and brushed his teeth. When he walked back out into his bedroom and found you snuggled up in the middle of his massive bed, he slipped in next to you.

"Jake," you moaned softly, rolling to face him and wrapping your arm across his chest. He held you close as he listened to the sound of the ocean in the darkness, and then he was asleep too.

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I think she probably needs a few more lessons.... I'm going to let her have a few more lessons. What would you want Jake to take the time to teach you? Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 4

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[f6bron]

pocket healer.

pairing : chamber x gn!reader

notes : established relationship, possessive!chamber and he's jealous, kinda suggestive at the end ?

The mission had gone off without a hitch, but that didn’t mean it was without its casualties. You were busy tending to Deadlock’s injuries, carefully wrapping bandages around her waist. Your focus was on her, making sure your actions didn’t cause any unnecessary pain.

“All is good?” you asked, your voice soft, full of concern.

Deadlock gave you a small smile, nodding. “I’m fine, Y/N. Thanks.”

Meanwhile, from across your view, Chamber was supposed to be participating in a post-mission briefing with Brimstone and Cypher, but his attention had long since wandered. 

He couldn’t stop watching you, the way your hands moved so gently, the way you spoke with such care. Every detail felt like a dagger in his heart, but what infuriated him most was how close you were to Deadlock. 

The way you were treating her so tenderly... it should be him receiving that attention. Not Deadlock. Not anyone else.

Deadlock noticed the intensity of Chamber’s gaze, the way he was glaring at her. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen that look from him. She knew he was protective of you, maybe even possessive. She finished adjusting the bandages herself, giving you a knowing look.

“I think the wrappings are all fine, Y/N. I’ll fix the rest of it.” she said, trying to ease the tension she could feel building.

“But I’m not–”

“Don’t worry about it,” Deadlock interrupted, her tone gentle. She then tilted her head towards Chamber. “Though, I think someone else needs your attention.”

You glanced over your shoulder, following her gaze to see Chamber standing a few feet away, watching you intently. You hadn’t even noticed him there, too caught up in your work. He excused himself from the conversation with Brimstone and Cypher as you approached, that familiar cheeky smile tugging at his lips.

This guy...

“I told you to stop glaring at people I talk to.” you scolded, arms crossed over your chest.

“To be exact, mon amour,” Chamber replied smoothly, “Deadlock was flirting with you.”

“No, she wasn’t! I was just helping her with her injuries!—”

“Then, I’m injured too.” Chamber lifted his hand, revealing a bleeding cut, his expression unfazed.

You sighed, knowing exactly what he was doing. He was trying to sway you with that disarming smile of his, and unfortunately for you, it always worked.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you grumbled, pulling him by the hand to a quieter corner where you could tend to his wound in peace. 

“I told you not to hide things from me, Vincent Fabron.”

Ouch, his eyebrows shot up at the sound of his full name. You only used it when you were really annoyed. He watched silently as you prepared the med kit, your movements quick and efficient.

“Vin…” he muttered under his breath.

“What?” you responded, tilting your head innocently.

“You usually call me Vin…” he pointed out, his pout almost comical.

“That’s not the point.” you huffed, rolling your eyes, but before you could continue, he cut you off.

“I don’t like it when people get touchy with you. Only I can do that.”

You wanted to argue, to tell him he was being ridiculous, but his puppy eyes made it impossible. 

“Hey now…”

“You can only tend to my injuries, okay, Y/N?” he insisted, his tone leaving little room for disagreement. “The others can go to Sage, but you... you’re mine.”

Chamber tilted his head, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited for your response.

"Chérie?"

You sighed again, defeated. “Okay.”

Chamber’s smile softened, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. It was rare to see him this vulnerable, this possessive, but you knew it was just another way he showed how much he cared. 

His personality always seemed to shift when you were around, going from the suave, confident agent to the affectionate, slightly clingy boyfriend.

As you cleaned his wound, Chamber rested his head on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. He took in your scent, his comfort in the midst of all the chaos.

“Vin, we’re still in public…” you whispered, your hands trembling slightly as you tried to concentrate on his injury.

“Je m'en fiche (I don’t care),” he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing against your neck. “I want to show them what’s mine.”

He looked up at you with those soft brown eyes, his gaze full of adoration. “You’re so pretty…”

You blushed under his stare, feeling your resolve weaken. Chamber’s face nuzzled into your neck, his kisses turning your body to jelly.

“Vin, I can’t focus,” you mumbled, your voice breathy.

Chamber chuckled softly, noticing how flustered you’d become. He loved seeing you like this.

So vulnerable, so irresistibly cute. But he had more in store for you, a plan for when you both returned home.

That night, you and Chamber lay curled up together in your room, his arms and legs wrapped tightly around you like a baby koala. He always found comfort in your space, the room filled with the scent of Trudon candles and the faint hint of your perfume. It was his sanctuary, away from the endless projects and the pressures of his work. 

Here, he could just be with you, and be himself.

Your phone dinged, pulling you out of your sleepy haze. It was a message from Brimstone, another briefing scheduled for the night. You sighed, not in the mood for more discussions.

Chamber peeked at the screen, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not leaving, are you?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.

You hesitated, knowing you really should go, but then Chamber tightened his grip, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t leave,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin. “Just stay here with me, okay?”

His words were so gentle, so pleading, and you could almost see the imaginary puppy ears on his head, trying to charm you. You sighed, knowing you didn’t really have a choice, not with him being so clingy.

Then, Chamber began to nibble on your ear, his lips trailing kisses down your neck. You whimpered, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

“Hey—”

“Shh,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “Forget about the briefing. I missed you, mon amour.”

And with that, you knew there was no way you’d be leaving his embrace tonight.

masterlist.

[luffyvace]

Undertaker wants to Court you! ~(Headcanons)~

Can’t wait for the public school arc who’s with me?!

this dude is so silly 🗿 enjoy some hcs of this ridiculous little man

Undertaker is funny. He uses that to his advantage when courting. Well, it actually depends on what type of humor you have- most of his are usually those jokes that are kinda funny but at the same time your like ‘That’s outta pocket! 🤦‍♀️😑😂’ yk?

he always wants to hear jokes. He asks you randomly and no matter what type he laughs at them. Rude humor? Hilarious! Dad jokes? That one really tickled his fancy! 😂 why did the chicken cross the road?? To get to the other side? 🤣🤣💥

now usually I feel he has a specific sense of humor but with you everything’s just kinda funny. It’s that moment when your with someone who you can laugh at the most unfunniest stuff ever and still be cackling at it anyway 😭💕

he’s always telling them as well. Might I say, at the worst times 😏 you just watched someone run over a stray animal? Oh he’s got a joke for that hear him out- LIKE BRO 😭⁉️

HES THE TYPE OF GUY WHO MAKE YOU LAUGH BEFORE EVEN TELLING YOU THE JOKE BECAUSE YOU KNOW ITS GONNA BE STUPID 👍

Let’s also talk about hiiiis…! weird side! (I’m saying ‘side’ like he’s isn’t always weird..) This is pretty much him just being a creep? Ish? Like that scene where he was in the barrel licking salt…🤨 or how he’s always in coffins (which tbh seems more normal for a grim reaper but still..) either way this dudes’ real weird and he doesn’t tone it down, even around you despite the fact that it may or may not (you decide) push you away

He’s a very mysterious dude, so how ever you met him I guarantee it was eerie and somewhat strange. Therefore you were likely intrigued by him, so when you went on your first date it was, well, very interesting! There’s so many layers to unravel with this guy! Ngl even now you’ve only semi unraveled this incomprehensible man but at the least you do learn more as you get to know him :P

his past is….complicated is an understatement- gimme a new word.

literally no one but him knows his full past all the way up to this very day. Looks like no one has stuck around long enough! Since you will I guess you’ll be the first to figure it out! ;)

now I’ll say this, he won’t sit down and just tell you everything, no. That won’t be any fun! 😄 you’ll have to have the intelligent to sit down and decode it piece by piece with the tidbits of information he gives you randomly. Yes! It’s going to be comical seeing you try and put this whole thing-a-ba-jig together! (^_−)−☆ 🤣

his nonjudgmental yet opinionated personality is scary if you don’t like folk who come off too strong. Or if your sensitive- 😄 he’s a ‘tell-it-like-it-is-and-I-don’t-give-a-ship’ type of guy. Buuuut! If your similar to him in that sense you’ll probably understand him a lot more. Him being nonjudgemental is perfect for peeps of all types so that’s a plus!! 💗

ranting about his fascination with humans during your dates comes with the package! ☝️He just does, it’s always one of his topics, and ngl it’s nothing boring either, he’s got quite a few stories to tell with even more jokes in between, which is sure to make for a lovely date <3 plus at some point all species in black butler experienced being a human, and idk about y’all but the study of human nature, psychology and how the brain works is a very interesting thing for me! I’d definitely be able to keep a conversation like that up for some time, me personally.

He puts up a front of a funny weird guy when there’s more to him if you read between the lines. Which, don’t get me wrong that certainly is a part of the real him, he just makes sure to highlight it so you don’t look at the rest 😃👌

he’s a real creepy fellow..even towards you 😭 (on purpose) and whether he’s trying to court you or not there’s no escaping it- if it starts to push you away he’ll find a way to incorporate laughter into it to make it more appealing, but no, he won’t change his ways 😭

WHY DOESN’T HE WASH HIS HAIRRRR

(yes it’s canon 😞)

you force him to wash his hair 😘💋 pls he needs it. or at least do it with him so it’s more fun. It’ll probably be easier to convince him that way

Time to talk about his work as a grim reaper!!! :3 (retired anyway) if you are reaper you get to follow each other around doing tasks! human? You both go your separate ways to work, whatever that may be. A demon? The same as a human really! Just this time you might have a contract with somebody. Buttttt!! A perk of all three is getting to work in the funeral parlor with him ;3 it’s a good disguise if your a demon/reaper and also some good quality time for you and your reaper 😘 (i mean, I hope you don’t mind morbid stuff cuz he’s a mortician after all 😅)

his little Russian roulette with the phantomhives 🕺 (LOL) no seriously I have no clue what type of relationship he has with them besides the fact that he serves them for the price of top notch laughter 🧑‍🍳💋 but you might! I’d say he’s more willing to let you in then anyone if he’s trying to court you! That obviously means he wants to trust you with his heart! So yeah! You likely know a thing or two—more about Ciel than Vincent but any info will do at this point 😭 it’s a start right? 🤷‍♀️

whenever Ciel comes over you get to witness him or Sebastian try to make undertaker laugh, it’s not like they can kick you out, you work there! Perks 😏 You can pretty much tell the one time Ciel made him laugh himself it was just a whole bunch of tomfoolery 😂 (why did it take so long⁉️😭) Sebastian is also able to make undertaker laugh really hard immediately so I wonder what he does 🤪 guess you’ll get to see! 😋

undertaker opening up to you is a process that requires patience. And don’t be pushy!! I mean this for your sake, by the way. You’ll drive yourself crazy since you’ll never get an answer that’s not riddles or straight up jokes. 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

yeah overall his way of courting is really strange but when it comes to making things official he’s poetically blunt. The type of blunt where you have to process for a second like ‘wait what does that mean- oh. OH-’

Anyway I’m gonna talk about the actual dates now cuz I’ve pretty much just been mentioning the madness that comes with it this entire time :3 and yes as I said that’s a way of courting to him. He’s weird and blunt but doesn’t wanna do things the traditional way. So getting you involved in his antics is his way of saying ‘hey i like ya and I want ya to stick around’. And jokes. HAHAHAH 😂

dates with undertaker normally consists of tea, jokes, human psychology and gossip 🗿 ever since I saw ciel in wonderland I couldn’t get over the fact that undertaker was at a tea party and now I headcanons him to like tea LOLOLOL! I mean I know that’s how the plot goes in the actual slice movie and he was just playing the role of the character but, think about it—don’t it kinda fit???? Like?? Okok Hear me out hear me out- imagine sipping on some tea with Undertaker and gossiping on the latest drama from the underworld, ‘I heard a rare case is happening where blah blah blah *giggle* *giggle* chatter chatter..’ ETC! like idk how to explain it but do you see the vision???

I can also see him doing that dramatic anime thing where they sip they’re drink majestically then say something intelligent sounding (☝️🤓) (about psychology, for him) as the wind blows 😂😂 YK? LOLL even worse if your in a outside background and his eyes shows (cuz the character who never shows they’re eyes always show them when they get serious 🤣)

i love how shameless this guy is

why don’t we know this guys’ real name⁉️ Can’t even give him a nickname because ‘undertaker’ isn’t nickname material!! What am I supposed to call him???? Taker’ ⁉️😭🗿

ENJOY @doudouma HERE’S YOUR SURPRISE~ 🤗

[strawberrystepmom]

yami x f!noble reader. indulging my own bath kink 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ cw: allusions to prior impact play. extremely suggestive. | wc 1.2k, divider by @cafekitsune

“I went to all this trouble to sneak you in and you refuse to enjoy this with me?”

Slumping dramatically over the edge of the comically oversized for one tub, you pout and keep those eyes he can’t say no to glued upward and gazing right at him.

You did indeed sneak Yami Sukehiro, captain of the illustrious (at least to you) Black Bulls onto your family’s estate tonight. You also snuck him through the secret corridors you know lead to the back stairs, holding his hand and instructing him to remain quiet with each footstep. The two of you traversed what felt like an endless maze until it landed you right into your bedroom, a door that you regularly hide behind some furniture opening to reveal your room and all of its luxurious comfort.

All of this simply to enjoy a bath in a tub large enough to hold the two of you comfortably rather than the cramped, difficult to maneuver inside basin at the inn you regularly meet at. The man standing in front of you is a brave one, bold and brawny and full of life, but something about this feels too good to be true.

“Put ‘em away, they aren’t gonna work on me tonight.”

You blink once. He doesn’t budge. A second blink and those arms that are tightly wrapped over his chest flex before untensing, sliding slowly down to his sides. A third blink accompanied by a flutter of your lashes and he sighs, walking to the edge of the tub to squat down beside you.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, birdie, so don’t think that. This just isn’t our usual space and I don’t want anything weird to happen.”

Scoffing, you lean forward and rest your chin on your hands.

“So? This is my home and I want you here. Is that not enough?”

He sighs in response, reaching out to brush a droplet of sweat from your hairline.

“Does anyone know I’m here?”

Rolling your eyes, you move away from him and further into the steaming water until your chin and everything below it are submerged. Since when did he care so much about what other people think? You’ve heard many tales about him drunk and rowdy at the public bath yet in privacy, with you, is where he decides to be demure. It’s hard to hide your agitation with your mouth set in a thin line, one brow raised while glancing down at the rippling water covering your body.

“I instructed everyone on night duty I wished to be left alone for the night but if you’d like to leave, then leave Yami. I’m not going to keep you here against your will.”

Now it’s his turn to purse his lips, rising his full impressive height from the squatting position and taking a few steps backwards. Heavy footsteps from booted feet echo through your bedroom but he stays in place, reaching for his belt buckle.

“Calm down, that’s not what I’m sayin’ and you know it.”

Submerging your chin to hide your smile, you once again let your eyes meet his. Yami would never consider himself much of an intentional showman, more of a spectacle if he’s honest with himself. Still, the urge to become one is almost irresistible when you’re watching him so intently.

“I just don’t want anyone walkin’ in on what I’m about to do to you.”

Giggling, you slosh through the water while dragging yourself further away from the edge.

“And what might that be, Captain? Because right now all you’re doing is a lot of talking and that’s coming from someone who tends to be quite prolific when it comes to the art of conversation.”

And just like that, there she is, his girl. The one with a little bit of fire in her belly. The one who puts a little bit of fire in his, warmth erupting through his limbs and his heavy cock that will soon be hanging freely between his legs as soon as he decides he isn’t patient enough to tease you.

“Someone has to remind you that you aren’t the boss around here.”

Both of you know this moment will come sooner rather than later, his restraint already waning. You press your luck, pushing him as far as you can with a smirk and a satisfied sigh, sinking deeper into the water.

“Mmm, that’s all? Not going to bend me over your knee and make me apologize this time?”

Arching a brow, he levels a warning glance at you. He remembers the night you’re referencing, his scarred and calloused palm practically tingling to replicate the sensation of being brought down against your soft skin.

“When did you get so mouthy?”

The question is asked more tensely than it is meant, his fingers slipping through the laces of his leather pants to loosen them enough they sag around his thighs. He knows your little game better than any, a gifted storyteller when telling one gets you what you’re after. You don’t miss a beat, though, reaching for floral scented oil and adding a few drops to the water, further enticing him.

“Probably about the time I started hanging out with some real characters.” You grin but it falls quickly, that same little pout settling across your mouth in its place. “How much longer are you planning on stalling, my love? The water isn’t going to stay warm forever.”

Few things will ever get him moving more quickly than your sweet little terms of endearment, pants now being worked down his legs so that he can haul out a leg at a time. His tank top comes next, followed by his cloak and just like that he is naked in your bedroom, all tawny skin and sinewy muscle you greedily take in as your own.

Honestly, it - this sight - is kind of yours. You aren’t the first person to share this level of intimacy with him, a fact that sometimes sits sourly in your gut if you think about it for too long, but you’re alright with being the last.

The last one who gets to watch him sink down into warm water, tension seeping from the muscles in his forehead that keep his brows almost permanently furrowed into a scowl.

The last one who gets to eagerly splash in his direction, clinging to him like a branch in a storm, legs wrapped around his hips and arms wrapped around his massive sides and back. He chuckles as you cling, capable of holding you against him with one hand cradling the small of your back and steadying himself to sink lower with the other.

The last, luckiest one who gets to lean in and kiss him.

His tongue always tastes of tobacco but he tries to cover it when he comes to see you, the astringent taste of chewed herbs coating your eager tongue when he finally slips his between your lips, your chests pressed together and water flooding in any gaps that remain.

“Feel better now that you got what you wanted?”

The question is accompanied by his hand sliding downward to cup and grip the roundness of your ass, a playful swat that makes the water slosh sharply.

“I always feel much better when everything I want is right here,” you mutter, resting your chin against his chest, face pointed upward at him. Shaking his head, he bends his neck to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Spoiled brat.”

Your response to your teasing is that smile, the one that makes the bridge of your nose crinkle. The one he remembers seeing the very first time he ever met you before you realized you were doing it, quickly smoothing out anything that could appear as less than simultaneously unaffected but polite.

A smile reserved just for him, a true intimacy. A sight he wants to be the last one to ever see.

[goldenshrikecomic]

FAQ

Please read these before sending asks! It's also good to check the tags listed on the pinned post to see if it's already answered. Where can I read GS? On Comicfury or DeviantArt. Two pages ahead on both Patreon and Ko-fi.

Who works on this comic? Only me, ratt/doeprince. You can call me either, I usually refer to myself as doeprince when it's more official, otherwise ratt or some secret third thing. I'm an amateur artist and I draw these comics for fun without much ambition to gain greatness. I want to make enough money to be able to keep working on more comics, and buy trinkets.

How can I support what you do? Why thank you for asking! All my income comes from making comics, so the support on either Patreon or Ko-fi is literally making my comic endeavours possible.

Do you have other projects? I work on some secondary comics. Jet and Harley and Honey are currently updating, Corpse is finished. You can find my other art on doe-prince.

How long will Golden Shrike be? I don't know how many pages. I hope it's less than 1000.

What programs do you use? SAI for lineart, CSP for coloring and bubbles, PS for text and backgrounds. Hoooow do you draw the antlers from different perspectives? I've made 3D models for each recurring antlered character.

Is GS going to have physical merch? Will it be printed? Consider this a no, but I won't say never.

Does GS have a map, official wiki or dub or something like that? No. There's a fan wiki out there full of inaccurate information so take everything in there with tons of grains of salt. There's no map. The dub on YT is separate from me, I've had no hand in it.

Can I make a fan character? Can they interact with yours? You can absolutely make a fan character! I just ask you not to make them interact with mine, at least not in any kind of heavy way. It's a slippery slope and I've seen people treat my characters very rudely to make them suit their needs.

Can I make fanart/writing? Yes! All sfw and well-meaning works are welcome. Just tag me so I can see them! Why are the borders black and sometimes white? White borders means it's a flashback.

Deer don't do that!!!!! Or birds!! Or plants! The moon shouldn't be that shape right now. Everything in GS is fictional for this very reason. I shall not be shackled by the chains of realism when there's entire new worlds in my fingertips. I aim to make things believeable in its context, not realistic. Are other animals sentient, can they talk? Sure they are and can, but not outside their own species. A frog can't hold a conversation with a deer, but a deer and antelope could possibly make it work. There's exceptions though.

How old are main characters? They're fawns right? No they are not, they'd all be in their early 20s if they were humans.

What does sire mean? It keeps popping up in different contexts. You can liken this term to 'father', as in your dad but also something like a priest. The priest isn't your dad but "father forgive me for I've sinned". So sire is a) respected stag, b) very formal way to address your father. Dame is the female counterpart. Why are the does so small compared to stags.... are you a freak... do you just hate women..... Listen when I started GS I had been dwelling in a place where monster deer characters had insane size differences and it became some kind of norm to me and of course it found its way into my comic. Now I just have to keep drawing those tiny women to keep up the consistency. I've created bigger ladies nowadays because I too think it's a little silly now.

Please please will this character ever get a mate? Will this pairing be canon? Will you please make this pairing canon? I won't spoil any pairings, I think it'd be the most boring thing to do to my own work! I'll only confirm the ones already established in the comic.

Is this a speck of ember? Is it snow? What is that floating thing, is it relevant to the plot? IT'S JUST MY DUST BRUSH LEAVE ME ALONE.

[bogkeep]

Would you recommend the SSSS comic? I know little of it beside the very beautiful artstyle and premise

to answer the question of if i would recommend SSSS as a comic: yes, yes i would.

a description for those who don't know: Stand Still Stay Silent is a post-apocalyptic horror + adventure webcomic set in the nordics (norway, sweden, denmark, finland, iceland) that have been isolated from the rest of the world and gone back to their old gods. the the world outside of safe zones is full of trolls and beasts - humans and mammals that got infected by a horrible virus and turned into monsters. the story follows a ragtag crew that ventures into the old world (derelict denmark) on an expedition to collect books.

the comic updated every workday until it concluded in 2022, and consists of two Adventures. the creator had plans for many adventures with these characters in this world, but ended it after two when she wanted to take a new direction with her life.

what i love about it:

- the art is GORGEOUS. it's been a huge source of inspiration for me. open any page and it's a masterpiece, and you will ask yourself "how the FUCK did she update this FIVE DAYS A WEEK"

- the characters are wonderful and endearing. i just, i love them so much. i am so thankful lalli hotakainen exists he is one of my #1 blorbos forever

- the world is so cool. the blend of chunky sci-fi and norse mythology fantasy magic slaps. it goes so hard. i fell so hard for this comic when i got to the big ferry ship with a viking style dragon head prow added to it. it's everything

- it really really gets nordic cultures. it's difficult to explain all the dynamics and nuances but it just gets it. it brings me as a scandinavian a lot of joy to read a story that speaks to my heart this way. the attitudes, the language barriers, the cultural differences... it was so refreshing to me in a media landscape dominated by american stories. when the pandemic hit, i decided to reread the comic because i found such an odd comfort in seeing how it depicted the scandinavian countries reacting to, well, a pandemic.

- there's kittycats

what i don't like about it:

- the most glaring and obvious flaw is that everyone in the comic is white. there's not a single character of color anywhere, not even i background shots or the prologue. there's no mention of the saami people (the indigenous people of northern europe), either. i believe this was done in ignorance more than malicious intent, but the implications are Extremely Bad and it's been bothering me (AND MANY OTHERS) since day 1. that is the number one caveat i will give to anyone wanting to check this comic out. i've been in the discourse trenches and i am not going to excuse this. it's just bad!

- you can tell in the middle of adventure 2 that the creator has kind of lost interest in the work, around the time when she found jesus i guess. like, very few people can keep up work on the same creative project for years and years and years and i think it's fine that she wanted to drop it, but it's a bit sad to see the comic dragged to its end like a limp corpse, and feeling like the creator no longer really cares about the characters.

- minna sundberg has said and done some questionable things, presumably gotten somewhat radicalised over time, and has also converted to hardcore christianity which is what her new works are about. there's nothing about this in SSSS - there is a moment of christianity represented in the story in a sort of mythological sense, just like the other religions, but this was written before minna's conversion. her new works... are a Choice. i have much to say about them, and i have, and im not gonna rehash it now.

SO YEAH hopefully this will help you take an Informed Choice! i got into this comic in 2015 and was deep in the fandom and it's for better or for worse part of my soul foundation now.

i also recommend A Redtail's Dream, minna's "practice comic" before SSSS, based on finnish mythology and the kalevala.

[bubba-luz]

Do you have like a summary of petals somewhere? From what i can understand from the comics its a zosan centric infection au and i wanna know more

Hi, thank you for the question.

Petals was an au for a now defunct fic I was writing earlier this year called “petals, a bloodied tongue” . I had published the first chapter and was working on the second chapter, but due to lack of interest from others and not really knowing what I was doing with a big story I wanted, I deleted it. I did make art for it, as you can see, and some notes when I was trying to map out the story.

You got it mostly right, it is an infection au, though I considered it be more Zoro centric, since I planned it to be told majority from his pov. I got the idea from One Piece Movie 6 Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island and a 2008 film called The Ruins. It was a plant-based horror story with some cosmic elements. I mostly wanted to write a story where Zoro couldn’t really protect anyone. Zoro makes it his job to be the strongest and always protect the crew. But this is something beyond his control and he can’t slash his way through it.

The Strawhats end up on a mysterious island after a strange storm the night before. The island looks peaceful and has weird animals and creatures on it, but overall nice temporary vacation spot. Then Chopper goes missing. Then Nami and Robin. They find Robin, but shes sick? Nami is no where to be seen. So they eventually get picked off one by one. I made a numbered list of who goes first:

And manner of “death”:

The island itself is alive, it is it’s own being/animal. The souls of those that are consumed are trapped at the heart of the island, and their bodies are essentially fertilizers, some people grow into trees, or flowers, etc. There was a scene I wrote as a test run, of zoro finding a tangerine tree, the tangerines taste metallic like blood, and the juice is a red orange. So their blood also runs through the island.

For humans and the like it tends to infect them, they may cough up blood, sweat, hallucinate. They grow weaker in a matter of hours and lose mobility and the ability to speak, as there are plants growing inside them. Eventually they bloom and are consumed by the island.

Majority of the arts I did were scenes from the story, like Zoro giving the flowers to Sanji, Sanji telling Zoro he’s sick, Frobin having a moment.

This is the full layout notes I did:

I had some in between stuff planned, like Robin’s group exploring abandoned ruins which is where they are attacked and Robin is infected. Zoro and Robin have a conversation about some groups believing that when they die they become a star in the sky, so, eventually, they’ll see their loved ones again. Zoro digging into the ground hysterically after he realizes Sanji is gone.

The infection hits Sanji the hardest and slowest because of his genes and he’s the last to leave Zoro.

As for why Zoro never gets infected, I had this weird idea that the island recognizes Zoro as an animal like the island is. This would tie back to Sanji telling Zoro that he “doesn’t think Zoro is a mindless wild animal, even if he fights like one sometimes.”

Also I forgot to post this:

This would be Luffy’s death, but he comes back as the little dancing monkey orchid that Zoro sees when he’s all alone. Zoro believes he has lost it from grief.

Chopper turned into the little bean guys you keep seeing, he’s the one with the broken leaf. He seems to still remember Zoro.

Sanji turns into a field of dandelions and daisies. He got infected when he smelled the flowers Zoro gave him. The field seems to protect Zoro from any hostile animals.

Zoro has these recurring dreams of Sanji running away and leaving him, much to Zoro’s efforts. His final dream Sanji places a hand on Zoro’s heart and smiles and disappears, Zoro wakes up to Sanji gone.

Zoro also sleeps more now, since he sleeps with Sanji. He feels safe with Sanji, so he let’s his guard down.

Here’s chapter one, unfinished two, test run

If you have any specific questions, please send an ask in the inbox.

[princessbrunette]

how do you think pope and deer!reader meet :3

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a real meet-cute, like some disney movie shit— which makes sense considering pope thinks you’re the closest thing to a real life disney princess he’s ever seen. like, he’s convinced birds start to sing and animals start to speak when you come around. he’d be surprised if there’s not an evil step mother you’re not telling him about.

you were volunteering after a particularly bad storm, the outerbanks seems to always have one or two as summer starts — and the year you met was no different. you had been tasked with walking seemingly every dog in kildare, taking care of them whilst their owners got their affairs in order. you stumbled along the beach, a comical amount of dogs practically tugging you along on a leash. pope was headed back to his fathers grill when he saw you.

he originally looked because of all the dogs, the way you were struggling to keep up with them making him chuckle to himself— but his gaze remained because you were beautiful and he couldn’t help it. just as his gaze was about to tear away from you, he watched as a small fluffy white dog escapes its harness — bounding up the beach to sprint past pope.

you shriek, panicking — which sends all the dogs into a frenzy as they watch their tiny furry friend disappear into the distance. pope takes one look into your tearful, helpless eyes — finally noticing his presence, and he drops his plastic bags full of his dads supplies — taking off into a full sprint after the dog that ran free. you watch as he disappears, catching your breath and trying to calm the chorus of alarmed barking dogs.

not even two minutes later, pope returns with a struggling, scrappy white dog in his arms, a hole in his shirt and small tooth marks in his hand. he jogs over, panting from the chase.

“oh my goodness.” you touch your chest as he allows you to take the dog from him, shoving him back into his tightened harness and placing him back on the ground. “thank you so much, are you okay?”

pope is doubled over, breathless when he lifts his hand in the air, showing you the bite on the back of it. “you can’t get rabies from dogs, right?”

“oh i— i don’t think so? i can’t believe he bit you, i feel terrible.”

“you’re good, it’s not your fault. i know a kook dog when i see one.” he waves you off and you giggle, closing in on yourself a little. it was clear you were rather shy the same way he once was, and he’d have to do more of the work in making conversation— but that was okay, he understood. you seemed skittish, like you were curious about pope and simultaneously wanted to bolt in the other direction. your general demeanour kind of reminded him of a baby deer on trembling legs. “do you uh, need any help with those dogs? i could see you kind of struggling there.”

“i couldn’t ask that of you.” you shake your head and he scoffs, kissing his teeth and taking some leashes off the giant conjoined one you’d created.

“please, i got nowhere to be.” he was lying, but he was sure his dad would understand that he simply needed to help a pretty girl on the beach. “oh, i’m pope. can i… ask your name?”

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[albertdabuttler]

Masked Adversary | D.L.

MASTERLIST

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fandom: Kick-Ass

pairings: Dave Lizewski/Kick-Ass x F!Reader

WARNINGS: (in this chapter) swearing lolz, angst and fluff splattered here and there, reader and Dave hate each other and its very amusing (to me), two creeps try to kidnap you but Kick-Ass saves the day! mention of a small cut and blood, i think that's it?

summary: You and Dave have lost a childhood friendship. The circumstances have made you grow to despise one another, until Kick-Ass has no one else to turn to but you, causing him to develop a small crush. The only problem being that you don't know it's him.

WC: 3k

gif not mine !!

A/N: hei... I'm back and better and bigger than ever! I have a couple more parts to this fic coming so I hope you like it!

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“Man, why do you guys hate each other’s guts so much? Weren’t you two like best friends three years ago?” Said Todd, cutting the tension. You had forced yourself to sit at the same table as Dave, only to avoid looking like a pitiful loser and sitting alone.

“I don’t know, Todd” Your tone laced with sarcasm, “Maybe you should ask David.” You tried to quickly finish your lunch.

Dave only sighed in annoyance. He didn’t like this broken friendship with you. You had known him since you moved to the city when you were four and quickly became attached at the hip. In freshman year he developed a crush on Katie Deauxma and stopped talking to you thinking Katie might think you two were a thing. You told him to stop ignoring you and he talked to you like some girl who was just obsessed and jealous. After you slapped him in the face for acting like a dick, your friendship ended. Although it was his fault, the way you so quickly cut him off after (rightfully) acting like a bitch to him, had his blood boiling.

You weren’t jealous of Katie because he liked her. You just couldn't stand to see him waste his time on a girl when he should have been worrying about the next issue of his favorite comic.

Anyone at your school could say that you and Dave Lizewski were often at each other’s throats. It’s not like you actually fought all the time, most of the time you could withstand a normal conversation with him, or even just being in the same room. You always somehow found things to argue about in every class you had together. Dave was even more pushed around now thanks to the acquaintances you had that happened to be on the football team.

“Alright, I’m finished. See you in class, Todd. Bye Marty.” You smiled softly at them, sending them a small wave and completely ignoring Dave’s presence. You had an argument before coming to lunch, that’s why you didn’t talk to him.

“See ya,” Said Marty with his mouth full, waving enthusiastically.

Dave hit his arm.

“What? Just ‘cause you’re mad at her doesn’t mean we have to be.” Marty said.

“Yeah…” Agreed Todd, watching you as you walked away. “She’s hot as fuck.”

“Shut up, Todd. You fucking hornball. She’s insufferable.” Dave rolled his eyes, picking up his things to go to his next class.

He pondered daily about what he did to lose your friendship, you meant everything to him. Although from the outside it looked like he wanted to strangle you, he secretly wanted to be your best friend again.

“Hey Cleo,” you greeted a friend at your locker. You had three classes with her. “Hey! Did you see that new video of Kick-Ass?”

“…No, I haven’t.” You laughed nervously.

“Yeah, he fights off some assholes trying to rob a guy. He totally kicked their asses.” She chuckled.

“Why’s everyone so into him?” You queried.

“‘Cause its a brave teenage guy fighting for what’s right, duh! He’s also super cute.”

“But you haven’t even seen his face,” you continued.

“Have you actually looked at him? If you don’t see anything in him, there’s something seriously wrong with you.”

“Whatever.” You giggled at her excitement, beginning your walk to class.

———————

Unfortunately for you, being late to your last class got you detention after school. As a result, you missed the bus back home and none of your friends with cars had stuck around to take you back. There was no way in hell you’d get into a cab alone, so you had to walk home.

It wasn’t a terribly long walk, but it was a drag. An hour of walking made headphones very useful in such times, and you were glad you brought them today.

Walking home included having to pass through a small part of the city in order to get to your neighborhood. It wasn’t the best of places, but the convenience store at a corner on the way there helped improve your mood.

“Thanks Pat!” You told the old lady at the register. She was the sweetest, and you often passed through here so she grew a liking to you, occasionally letting you take a free candy bar for your journey.

“Of course baby. Get on home safe, alright? Come back soon!” She smiled. This brought a grin to your face.

Continuing the walk home, you felt some sort of presence behind you.

Fuck.

You were about to turn a corner when a man grabbed you by your wrist.

“Why’s such a pretty girl like you walking all by herself?” He smirked.

“Let me go, you fucking creep!” You tugged your hand away, the other man walking closer causing you to take a step back. In the corner of your eye you spotted someone, Kick-Ass was making his way to turn the corner.

“Help!” You yelled, making the masked hero jolt up to look at you. His eyes widened upon meeting yours and he hesitated before he quickly made his way to you.

“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch. What’s in your bag?”

The other man was about to take your bag before Kick-Ass turned the corner.

“Hey! The hell are you assholes doing?”

They both stared at him, one nodding at the other as he ran to fend the hero off.

You could only stand there and watch as the other man tried pulling you away. Kick-Ass was able to knock the robber out with his baton after the short brawl. Thankfully the man in the mask caught up, but the man holding you held a knife to your throat.

“Back the fuck off or I’ll kill her.”

Your entire life flashed before your eyes. You thought of all the mistakes you've ever made, how you fucked up big-time with Dave and now that you were about to die, you'd never be able to fix the friendship you had with him. You thought about what you would say to him if you got the chance to make peace with him. How you'd apologize for being such a bitch, how you'd give him that collection of The Punisher he gave you back in freshman year that you never got the chance to return due to the fight you had, how you were currently not on the best terms with your parents, how you never got to apologize to that one girl you didn't stick up for when she was being bullied by some girls you knew.

How you were going to die without getting to share any kind of intimacies with a boyfriend. You'd had two boyfriends before, no more, no less. Both those relationships ended because you were either a rebound or "practice." To put it simply, they couldn't keep it in their pants and you would die a virgin for being so afraid.

Kick-Ass stared between you and the culprit.

“There’s a camera right there.” He pointed his thumb behind him, and sure enough there was a camera pointing straight at you and the criminal.

The man threw you to the ground, attempting an attack on Kick-Ass. Not even five seconds into the fight, the knife was quickly knocked onto the street. The mugger did get quite a few hits in, even knocked Kick-Ass down a couple of times. But as soon as the masked man was on top of him, he kept jabbing and hooking, not once letting the man recuperate.

It was a painful sight to see, like he was taking all his anger out on the bad guy. You could only stand there and watch in awe.

“Don’t ever touch anyone again, asshole.” He said, holding the man’s collar.

“Okay man, just let me go!” He begged for mercy. Kick-Ass knocked him out with one last fist to the face.

He got up and looked at you. Realizing who you were, he pushed aside all his personal problems with you and lent you his hand to help you up, “Uh…A—are you okay miss?”

“Yes, I’m—I’m fine,” you stuttered, still in utter shock that you almost got kidnapped. But so incredibly grateful that he was there to save you.

“Did they hurt you anywhere?” He questioned, dismissing the fact he had a little scratch on his eyebrow that was bleeding too much for your comfort.

“No, I’m okay. Even if I wasn’t, my mom’s a nurse so I’d be fine. Are you?” You looked at his eyebrow, pointing to it.

“It’s fine, doesn’t even hurt...” He waved his hand.

You looked behind him only to see that the man he first fought was gone already.

“We should get out of here, the cops’ll probably be coming soon,” you looked into one of the stores on the sidewalk, seeing that a couple of people had their phones out and had recorded the whole thing. And that meant someone probably called the cops too.

“Yeah,” He looked back at them and waved with a smile. “Let me walk you home,” He offered.

You didn’t even know who he was under that mask, but something told you that you could trust him. “Sure, thank you.”

———————

“Why’d you even decide to be a hero anyway?” You laughed.

“I dunno. I see so many comic book nerds but it’s just weird that no one has actually tried to be a hero yet. And I guess I just wanted to see what it was like.” He chuckled.

“So you like getting your ass kicked every so often, Kick-Ass?” You giggled.

“Ha, good one,” he scoffed at your pun.

“But seriously, why haven’t you quit, even after getting hurt all the time?” You asked.

“I—I got into an accident, I can barely feel pain ‘cause of it. Plus, I can’t just look the other way anymore.” He looked at you. “Sure as hell couldn’t turn away from the damsel in distress.” He joked. The suit and mask gave him such incredible confidence and ego.

You smacked his shoulder, scoffing. The walk home with Kick-Ass had you finding out that the two of you had quite a lot in common. The both of you really liked comics, he was a kid your age, and he was also one of Pat’s favorite customers. Kick-Ass seemed like he was an amazing guy. Too bad he wore a mask.

“Welp, this is me,” you arrived at your home. “thanks for walking me home. I really enjoyed talking to you.” You smiled widely,

“Don’t mention it, I also enjoyed talking to you. I—If you ever need anything… Just message me on MySpace… Or something.” He smiled softly.

Now you understood what Cleo and every other girl saw in him.

“Sure thing, Kick-Ass. Same to you. You know where I live now,” you chuckled bashfully.

You looked at him for a second too long.

“I feel like I know you—you’re so familiar.” You spoke.

His heart began to race, “Well, I guess we’ll never know.” He chuckled nervously, looking elsewhere.

His eyes were so damn beautiful. They were so blue, they looked like sapphires or something.

How corny, you thought.

“See ya ‘round,” he saluted, turning to walk away.

“See you…” You spoke, but he was already out of earshot.

His strut was so fucking hot. Who knew you’d be attracted to the way a man walked?

———————

“You lucky bitch! Did you have a super hot make out session after that!?” Cleo spoke as you two grabbed your trays for lunch.

“Shut up!” You laughed. “No, I just think he’s cute is all. But thank fuck he was there. I probably wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for him.”

“Just when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter.” She sighed contently at the story of your interaction with him.

“Hey, let’s go sit over there,” She pointed at a table with three boys, Todd, Dave, and Marty. “I told Todd I’d sit with him today.”

“Sure thing…” You agreed hesitantly. She bit her lip before continuing. “Is it just me or is Todd kinda cute?” She whispered, giggling as you approached the table.

You only rolled your eyes. “Hey guys,” You greeted, sitting next to Marty, Cleo sitting next to Todd across from you. Dave still in his usual spot at the end of the table.

“Hi Dave.” You smiled almost artificially, showing you weren’t so mad at him anymore.

The three boys looked at each other in surprise.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Said Todd.

“Hey.” Dave finally replied.

“What’s up with you?” Questioned Marty, “Can’t remember the last time you actually said ‘hi’ to Dave.” He said sarcastically.

“Guess I’m in a good mood.” You glanced at Dave, suddenly letting go of the resentment you had towards him, because of the fact your life was almost taken from you. You took the chance you had now, to begin to sort everything out before it would be too late. You still disliked him though. Not because of what he did, but because he's just a dick.

Does she know? He thought to himself anxiously. You were the last person he wanted to know about this. He just wouldn't be able to stand the embarrassment.

“Did you guys see the fight Kick-Ass had last night?” Asked Cleo.

“What? No,” Marty and Todd got excited.

“Yeah, why don’t you tell them what happened?” Cleo smiled, giving you the spotlight.

You looked at the boys awkwardly,

“I was about to get kidnapped… And, uh yeah. Kick-Ass kicked these two guys' asses...”

Todd and Marty were upset at the lack of detail, but Dave giggled quietly at the joke, smiling as he poked his food.

“I’m gonna have to watch it later.” Marty said, Todd then agreeing.

“Do you guys seriously have a crush on him or something?” Questioned Dave.

Cleo laughed. “Dave, every girl I know has a crush on him.”

He swallowed, he wasn't aware of this. Dave never caught the attention of girls. That he knew of.

“I mean, you have a crush on him too, right?” Cleo asked you, trying to prove her point.

Dave’s eyes widened before looking your way.

“I—I mean I wouldn't call it a crush, but yeah, I guess he’s pretty cute... I like... His eyes. The color's really nice."

Dave couldn't help but smile at the flattery. Knowing that you were attracted to him, in a way, made him feel so odd. He never thought you'd see him that way. Well, not him, but whatever part of him you could see.

"You think he has nice eyes?" Dave chuckled. It made you a little mad because it sounded like he was making fun of you.

"Yes, he does. What about it?" Cleo butted in.

"Not just his eyes, though." She turned to you, "He's got super broad shoulders and a nice ass. Just saying I'd hit. He’s definitely big." She whispered the last part under her breath.

"Ooookay! I think you got your point across, Cleo. Thanks for sharing." You gave her a look that said, 'Why the fuck would you say that out loud?'

“What? I'm just being honest." She continued eating her lunch like it wasn’t a big deal.

You could only stare in utter shock, blinking over and over, trying to figure out if this was a dream or if Cleo really just said that.

You spotted Dave in the corner of your eye with something not quite like disgust, but his jaw hung ajar. Then you noticed Todd and Marty staring at her the same way.

"I know you can at least agree that he has a nice ass," Cleo smirked at you.

You just laughed and resumed eating your food.

"I didn't know you girls for real liked guys' asses. I thought that was just a guy thing." Spoke Todd, teasing.

"Shut up, Todd." You said, making a short second of eye contact with Dave, it looked like he was thinking the same thing as you, and you both giggled in unison.

The others looked between you both weirdly, making the two of you clear you throats and quickly finish eating.

The hell am I being so giggly with him for?

———————

You had your last three classes with Dave, but you never acknowledged him. Today some of your teachers decided to rearrange your seating. You thankfully didn't get any seats next to him, and you hoped you wouldn't either at your last class.

"Fuck," you checked your wristwatch as you switched out your books from your locker, only to see that you were going to be late for the last class. You hoped and hoped that you didn't get another detention.

You made your way to the classroom as fast as you could, stopping right outside the door to avoid bursting it open and embarrassing yourself. The excitement you felt when you noticed a single empty seat in the back corner of the class was incomprehensible.

Until you noticed Dave in the spot next to it. He looked up as he heard the door open, immediately locking eyes with you. You sighed in disappointment, knowing that there was no way the teacher would let you switch.

"Looks like you're stuck with me for the rest of the year." Dave whispered as he looked up at the teacher, taking out his textbook.

"Fuck you, Lizewski." You sneered, only making Dave roll his eyes, keeping his attention on the teacher.

“For the next three weeks, you will all be working on a presentation. If you don’t have it turned in by the 18th, you will get 10 points taken off your grade.” The teacher explained what he wanted you to study. The class groaned in annoyance, some people being excited, and others not.

“Everyone in columns A, C, and E, your partner will be the person to your right.” Again, most of the people in the class were content with who they were assigned, but unfortunately for you, you were the person to Dave’s right.

You stiffly turned to Dave, “We can study at my house… If you want.” You spoke.

“Let’s just do the first parts tonight and we can work on it at your house after school tomorrow.” He spoke with a bit of irritation. Probably because of your attitude earlier.

“Okay, sounds good..” You awkwardly pursed your lips and turned back to your book.

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thanks for reading!

[solargeist]

I love that you went from the watchers being this mildly terrifying force that doesn’t realize they’re terrifying (and traumatizing Grian) side eyeing that one 3L comic you made about the watchers making it a “game” for Grian (still very much thinking about the “yaaaaay you won!”) to now Oh My Gosh A Tiny Being Can We Adopt Him pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

ehehe i was trying to get my footing !! I think I have a grasp now on how I like writing them now ....

However !! The Watchers still very much traumatize Grian, even though they genuinely do love him, I've said that since the beginning, thats their babeyyyyyyyy Watcher, but still a Watcher nonetheless.

Aethers not exactly excused from this either, she loves him and cares abt him, but shes an angel, she just doesn't understand. She has an issue with..... Toxic positivity ? Shes not very confrontational and doesn't want to have hard conversations with him, its easier to hide things or just comfort him by rubbing his back or hair when hes upset. When Grian asks to visit Evo again early on, she already knows all the players have left, but lets him see for himself anyway. Its like when a kid begs to eat something like cocoa powder, not understanding how bitter it is, so you just let them. So its not a big deal to her, but is to Grian, its the horrifying realization that he is completely alone, all of his friends left, he feels abandoned and betrayed. All good things must come to an end though, she says, nothing lasts forever, except us ! haha !

Not to mention the purposeful sleep deprivation and isolation, the full control over what he eats, where he goes, what he does. Its not very fun being a kid, its hard and no one understands.

Aether didn't originally want to be a parent, nor was she exactly ready for that, so she just did a lot of things that were normal to her, what she went through or what other Watchers had told her. But ! She does care abt him, enough to bend the rules just a tinyyy bittttt sometimes bc ~technically shes allowed to since he's her kid, yes he can go home if he has a headache or eat fish if he asks for it wym.

Theres also Flora, his aunt, she has no interest in kids and sees Grian just as a Watcher in training, this means she's a lot harder on him, but bc he's her sister's kid she doesn't act on this all the time. She also projects her own issues on him, how can you survive or do anything in life if you're not strong ? Here fight this phantom creature you've literally never seen before. Thats as far as their relationship goes, she teaches him to fight. She pets his head sometimes anyway. (kind of like how parents will sometimes force their kids to play sports, or take extra classes, or get frustrated with you over math and you cry over disappointing them)

I don't think the Watchers are intentionally evil, but I don't think they're goofy dumb birds with baby fever either, they're complicated !! There something abt how people who love you can hurt you, and religion can try to save you and it'll doom you instead. (ok they can be a little bit dumb birds sometimes, but they're also righteous angels at the same time)

Its also kinda scary being 25 years old, and then being brought to some place you thought you had equal grounds on, but everyone is taller/stronger and treats you like a child or even a pet, that alone would have some side effects, i imagine.

They're very fun to write abt.

Grian also doesn't often get to see the sun.

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

Blaire Hopburn: My Favourite Character From My Least Favourite Piece of Media

So there's this webcomic called Lease Bound. It's set in Australia in 2017, and it follows Jaden and Riley, two lesbians forced to share an apartment after a mix-up with their leases (hence the title).

It was promoted as a lesbian love story, but it soon became pretty notorious for transphobia.

Jaden works as a bouncer for a female-only lesbian bar, and in Chapter 3, she refuses to let in three trans women, who don't take it well. The webcomic was heavily criticised for the way the trans women were drawn and how they behaved.

Years later, Lease Bound is still being updated regularly - in fact, Chapter 11 introduced a load of trans men and enby characters.

I've been following the updates for a while. The webcomic expresses a lot of views that I do not agree with - namely, that trans women are dangerous perverted men, and that trans men and enbies are either attention-seeking straight women or queer women too scared to question the "trans ideology cult".

And yet I keep coming back. It's partly out of morbid curiosity, to see what on Earth is going to happen next. But I think it's also because of one character I actually quite like.

Blaire Hopburn.

Blaire is Riley's bisexual girlfriend. She works at the same shop as Riley, in a slightly more senior position. She's also studying cosmetology at university and is part of its LGBTQIA+ club.

In a comic that's been so heavily criticised (and rightly so), what makes Blaire so appealing to me?

It's partly because of her personality. The Cast Page describes her as "a passionate, bubbly woman, who always strives to do what she believes is right… Even if not everyone else agrees." I generally like characters with those traits. I enjoy watching people who try to be good and make an effort to help others, but don't always do it in the best way.

And another reason I like Blaire is because I read her as autistic.

Blaire Hopburn: Accidentally Autistic?

Quite a few of Blaire's personality traits are things that I, as an autistic person, relate to a lot.

The author has described Blaire as, "So good at picking up when someone is upset, or not looking after themselves, so bad at reading the room regarding how to act." That could resonate with any autistic people who are high on empathy but low on social skills. You feel other people's pain, you want to help them, but you're not sure how. And what you try seems to make things worse.

This aspect of Blaire is present in Chapter 8, on Pages 2 and 3, when she and Jaden make conversation while erecting a bunk bed:

Blaire: So Jaden, is this your first move out of home? Jaden: I know it's a little later than most people... Blaire: Not judging! My 'rents insisted I stay home until I finish studying. Jaden: Oh nice. What are you studying? Blaire: Cosmetology! I tried early childcare and psychology too, but I couldn't handle that sort of selfless responsibility, haha! Jaden: Oh man, I feel that. My mum's in aged care, and takes care of my Nana now. I could not do what she does for a living, haha. Blaire: Do you think you took longer to move out because you felt guilty leaving your mum with your Nana? Jaden: How many years of psychology did you do...? Blaire: Sorry, that was a total guess! I didn't even last a full year!! Jaden: Could've fooled me, haha.

Thankfully, Jaden is nice enough to let that awkward moment pass, but she could have reacted to Blaire's psychoanalysis in a much worse way.

We also see Blaire being bad at socialising on Chapter 9 Page 17. Riley and Blaire have witnessed Jaden having an argument with her mum, and after her mum leaves, Blaire asks Jaden about it:

Blaire: Did you want to talk about what happened with your mum, Jaden? Riley: BLAIRE...! Jaden: Hey, it's okay. I have been a bit of a downer... Sorry. Riley: No, you don't have to apologise! Blaire: Yeah, it just sounded pretty upsetting. Jaden: You could say that, haha...

That feels very much like something a person would do when they sense something is wrong and zero in on one way of dealing with it. "Come on, let's talk about our feelings! A problem shared is a problem halved, right? Right?"

There's even a point in Chapter 8 where Blaire muses, "Sometimes it feels like Muddles [Riley's pet cat] is able to comfort Riley in ways that I just can't..." Can you imagine how galling it must feel, knowing that a pet, a creature that can't even speak English, is better at helping your girlfriend than you are?

Ouch.

In addition, Blaire's desire to learn about trans topics and be a good trans ally reads a lot like a special interest to me.

Especially the fact that she randomly brings up trans people in conversation, seemingly apropos nothing at all:

Blaire: Sorry I ditched you, babe. Auntie's keen for me to learn stock ordering. Riley: As long as you don't forget about me when you're a fully fledged store manager. Blaire: Never! So how'd the bunk end up treating you? Riley: Big upgrade from being on the floor. Blaire: And did Mudz approve? Riley: She was up there with me by morning. Blaire: Damn, that is good! Do you think Jaden could be trans?

That conversation with Riley had nothing to do with trans stuff, so Blaire's question is a bolt from the blue. I suspect the thought of Jaden being trans had been playing on Blaire's mind all day, and she was eager to grab the first chance to discuss it with someone.

She does something similar in a reply to an Anon question from when the author still had Tumblr:

Anon: Compared to others of her demographic, I gotta give Blaire props for dating a butch gal and treating her well. Blaire: Of course! Butches deserve nothing but love! And that goes DOUBLE for trans women!

Again, that Anon didn't mention trans people at all, but Blaire still brought them up. She was just itching to infodump about trans rights, I just know it.

But Blaire's connection to trans stuff leads to the issues I have with the way she's being written.

Blaire Hopburn: Pretty Problematic?

I really don't like how Blaire is currently being utilised in the story. Mainly because she's made out to be kind-of an idiot. She doesn't notice when she's making her girlfriend feel uncomfortable. And she's quite bad at picking up on social cues more generally.

This is demonstrated in Chapter 11 on Pages 31 and 32. Blaire is conversing with Violet, Jaden's coworker, about Violet's daughter Faith. The view Blaire expresses is the strawman argument often used against trans people and their allies - the supposition that we believe that not conforming to your expected gender norms means you must be trans.

Violet: Oh, and thanks for being patient with Faith. I know she's a bit of a handful! Blaire: It's like you said: they're just very passionate. Just not about dresses and skirts, huh?

Violet's response is interesting, as is Blaire's train of thought after the exchange:

Violet: NOPE! And I couldn't be happier! It makes buying HER clothes so much simpler! I hope SHE will steer clear of razors and makeup in HER teen years too, haha! Anyway, I best be getting my DAUGHTER to bed. See you at Ballroom Night! VROOM! Blaire: ... Blaire: (thinking) Dang it... It looks like Violet needs more help than I first thought... The sooner I get these [leaflets] to her the more time little Faith will have to choose what kind of body they want as an adult...!

Blaire didn't realise that Violet was emphasising the gendered ways to describe Faith because Violet already knows about trans stuff and rejects it. Instead, she just assumed Violet was ignorant and needed some educational leaflets.

(And Blaire also didn't notice the insult hidden in Violet's words. Blaire clearly shaves and wears makeup, so Violet was basically saying she hopes Faith doesn't turn out like Blaire. But Blaire has no reaction to that.)

Blaire is clearly not the best at detecting what people are implying. But that's being written in an exaggerated way, to satirise belief in "trans ideology" as stupid and in denial of reality.

It can almost feel as if Blaire is being portrayed as bad because of her autistic traits.

The author has addressed this in a comment on one of the bonus comic pages that came out after Chapter 11:

Important to keep in mind that none of the characters are written to be autistic. So Blaire isn’t being made into a villain or singled out for being autistic. In fact, a lot of her "social missteps" are a positive side to her character. Like she's pushy about gender nonsense, but she's also pushy when it comes to making sure her friends take care of themselves (making sure Jaden was getting her share of pancakes, pointing it out fully). She pushes because she cares. It has both positive and negative outcomes.

The trouble is, just because it wasn't the author's intention doesn't mean that's not how it looks. I know I'm not the only one who sees Blaire as autistic-coded.

And when Blaire's difficulties with social interaction are being played up in conversations about trans people, she isn't being written as a character. She's being used as a tool to poke fun at "the trans cult".

That's what annoys me about her portrayal. She isn't allowed to just be a character in a story - a nice, well-meaning but inexperienced girlfriend who happens to take an interest in trans rights. She has to be an extreme strawman of a trans ally, to push the author's anti-trans agenda.

Blaire Hopburn: Vicious Villain?

One of the webcomic's extra features is an "Actor AU", which includes this interview with Blaire's "actress":

Interviewer: Your character is quite controversial isn't she? Lots of people want her killed off and others are holding out hope for some sort of redemption. Which camp are you in, haha? Blaire's Actress: Neither. Interviewer: Oh...? Blaire's Actress: I actually like evil female characters. There's all these memes about deranged women, malicious women, heartless women... But when one does come along they want her removed or fundamentally changed before she's even spread her wings. Interviewer: Do you think fan opinion might change once Blaire ... takes flight? Blaire's Actress: I hope so. Realistically, both extreme camps will probably end up disappointed. But there's plenty of other great stuff to watch for. Will just have to burn the "Blaire bridge" when we come to it.

The funny thing is that the fans who comment on Lease Bound act as though Blaire is already a horrible person, but ... she really isn't?

At her worst, she's so focused on being a good trans ally that she neglects to check in with how others feel. But that's hardly "deranged" or "malicious" or "heartless", is it? Unless you already believe that supporting "trans ideology" makes you at least one of those things.

The closest thing I see to Blaire being villainous is in the first of the "When Riley Met Brick" bonus pages.

Blaire: Exploring your femininity in a non-traumatic way might help make things clearer too. Riley: O-okay. Blaire: Why don't we go dress shopping later this week, then? Riley: U-uh... I'm not really... They never feel good. Blaire: Cute plus-size options have come a long way in the last few years. It won't be frumpy like the stuff from your old congregation, I promise! Riley: O-okay... *** Blaire: Well, what do you think? Riley: It's... I feel like I can't breathe... Blaire: Huh? But it's so loose and flow-y... Do you need a bigger size? Riley: N-no, please, get it off. OFF! OFF!! Blaire: Riles! Hey, hey! Don't thrash like that, you'll rip it! Here' I'm untying it, see? Riley: ... Blaire: So, no tie-arounds, zippers or buttons... How about this one? You just pull it straight over your head! Riley: I can't... Please, no more... Blaire: Hmm... I think we need to talk to someone who has a bit more expertise than me, baby...

Blaire is forcing Riley to try on dresses and do something she's really uncomfortable with, until Riley is screaming and thrashing about. That does seem very, very bad. But I wonder if there's more to this than meets the eye.

Riley's backstory hasn't been shown in the webcomic yet, but the author has said that she grew up in a religious cult where she was only allowed to wear dresses, never trousers. Blaire presumably doesn't fully understand how bad Riley's past was, as she assumes the issue is with the style of the dresses Riley has tried so far.

In an extra cast reply (and it's debatable how canon it is), Blaire does seem to grasp that what Riley has gone through was traumatising:

Blaire: Riley's discomfort with femininity is from being forced into it as a kid. That doesn't mean she HATES girly stuff, she just has internalised misogyny to work through at her own pace!

Yes, Blaire is going about things in the wrong way. But ... she kind-of has a point? I certainly wouldn't call it "internalised misogyny", but it is trauma, and that needs addressing.

Not wanting to wear dresses isn't a problem, but the reason for it can be. Riley's discomfort is clearly rooted in pretty serious trauma, and she needs to be able to sit down with someone and work through that. Sadly, she's not yet confident enough to open up fully about it.

And even if she could, Blaire isn't the right person to do this with. Blaire did study psychology briefly at university, but she didn't last a full year. Her idea of helping Riley is taking her to see Brick, a non-binary person ... who's training to be a veterinary nurse, not a human therapist. Blaire is nowhere near qualified to give Riley the help she needs.

I don't see this as an evil trans ally preying on a poor little lesbian. I see this as two flawed women talking past each other, trying and failing to understand each other, ill-equipped to cope with each other's issues.

And then the other "villainous Blaire" moment is at the end of "When Riley Met Brick", as Blaire criticises Riley for the way she talks to Brick:

Riley: Maybe I'm just feeling a bit confused because I've never met a trans person befor- Brick: THAT is an assumption rooted in transphobic bias! Trans people aren't a monolith! You can't tell who's trans just by looking at them! Riley: Sorry, I didn't know...! Blaire: You know what they say about assuming babe... Riley: I swear I didn't mean to... Blaire: You need to choose your words with more care. Riley: Right... I'm really sorry...

The dark colours, Blaire's body language and ominous words, the top-down perspective on the scared-looking Riley ... this page is trying to make us see Blaire as in the wrong and Riley as her victim. We're meant to judge her for putting her zealousness for trans acceptance before her concern for her girlfriend's feelings.

That's the last time we've seen Blaire in the webcomic so far, but she's due to reappear in Chapter 13. It seems as though the author is planning to do something big with Blaire - something that will cement her as the villain of Lease Bound. But it hasn't happened yet. And I'm curious to see what it is.

I suspect it's something to do with Blaire being in a more senior position at Riley's workplace, as well as the fact that her aunt works there. There's a risk that Blaire could use her influence with her aunt to force Riley out of a job, after a major disagreement over trans rights or something.

But based on what we've seen so far in the webcomic, I can't picture Blaire doing something like that. She just doesn't seem like the kind of person to do something so extreme.

Basically, it's going to take a lot to convince me that Blaire Hopburn is an irredeemable monster.

TL;DR Lease Bound is massively problematic. The one bright spot for me is Blaire, the nice, eager-to-help, slightly autistic-coded bi lady. Unfortunately, she keeps being turned into a caricature to mock those who support trans rights, and that bothers me.

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~ | and the earth begins to rain

[ pairing ] mahito x male reader [ genres ] fluff, horror, romance in that order [ cw ] small sex jokes, pet names (bunny, bunnydrops), mahito is very clearly interested in reader, kissing, cursing, demonic possession, a horrifically descriptive depiction of a panic attack while the soul is outside the body [ author's notes ] reader is half curse and its mentioned but unimportant [ words ] 4238 [ another good read ! ] " mine. " please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms!

you close your eyes, inhaling slowly and deeply. you hold the oxygen inside your body for seven seconds, then you open your mouth slightly and let it out slowly, being careful not to allow your breath to shake.

then comes a knock at the door.

your heart skips a little, but you recover quickly, realizing it's only your best friend- and now date- mahito. you grin, swinging your backpack over your shoulder and slipping into your beloved, beat up but reliable converse 5 star sneakers. you practically ran through your house, opening the door and jumping into mahito's open, waiting arms.

"hi, mahi!" you grin, hugging him tightly. he smiles, looking you up and down flirtatiously and whistling in a purposely cringey way. then he grins like the lovesick head-over-heels dumbass he knows and is proud to admit he is, wrapping his own arms around you and squeezing possessively.

"hello, m/n." he purrs into your ear, his voice nearly a whisper as he steps over the threshold of your house. "how're you feeling?"

you grin nervously, giggling in a comical, clearly fake tone as you rub the back of your head with the palm of your hand. mahito's face changes a little, the slightest sign of worry flicking across his face.

"m/n." he says sternly, pulling you up against him again. "tell me how you're feeling about this. i don't want you going into this blast-full of inhuman fear of the unknown shit we're most definitely gonna be throwing ourselves cock-first into."

you smile gratefully, hugging him again and allowing a small giggle at the unsolicited dick joke. "thank you…" you reply in a near whisper. you take a short, deep breath, then you continue.

"honestly… i really am kinda nervous. i mean, for one, we're breaking into a governmentally forbidden area. and two, we're gonna try to talk to ghosts. actual ghosts. and three, what if they're not ghosts? what if they're, shit, i dunno- demons? oh, god, mahito, what if we run into a demon?!"

mahito feigns incredible offense at having been called by his whole entire first name by his best friend. but he breaks the fake character and smiles, gently putting both hands on your face and pulling you close. he touches your nose and forehead to his, giving you a comforting smile while inwardly trying indescribably hard not to kiss you with all he's got.

"i won't leave your side unless you ask me to."

"promise?" you ask.

"i promise."

"down!" mahito hisses, hastily pushing down on the top of your head. you duck quickly, holding onto mahito's hand, your eyes flicking back and forth and scanning the grass for any signs of a police car or any other potential deterrent.

"we're clear." he whispers after a few seconds, yanking on your hand and pulling you along. you both crouch at first, but mahito eventually stands up and runs, pulling you along with him. you ran quickly, following him and silently wondering how he knows his way around this area so well.

maybe he's been here before?

eh, well, who cares? this is a date, you think to yourself, think about the kind, daring, pretty boy you were currently committing criminal trespassing with.

"here." he hisses after a ten-minute run through the field, pulling you through a small hole in the fence that surrounds the forest. he doesn't stop running, and the adrenaline starts to pump through your veins… this is it.

the scary part.

oh god.. what have you gotten yourself into?

even with that heart-skipping thought in mind, you smile- at this point you and mahito are in the very heart of the yawata no yabushirazu forest, a huge expanse of trees known for its subtly horrifying legends… part of the forest's name literally means "to get lost."

"m/n?" mahito asks, touching your hand. when he feels your hand trembling slightly, he smiles, taking your hand in his and squeezing it comfortingly as you look up at him.

"yeah?" you look up at him, unconsciously moving a couple small-ish steps closer to him.

"did you know that this forest is part of what inspired spirited away? the studio ghibli movie?" mahito says softly, grinning. he knows that you like the movie.

you grin, and mahito's heart soars with affection.

"mahi, you menace you!" you giggle, "how'd you know?"

mahito grins, grabbing you and pulling you into a tight, loving hug.

"m/n, you're my best friend…" he whispers into your ear, "you're my bestest friend. in, like. the whole world."

you grin and blush in response, and you squeeze him tighter, making him groan and wiggle a little. you slightly lighten your bear grip on his ribs, looking at him with a concerned look in your eyes.

"you okay?" you ask, holding his face softly with both hands, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. he nods, smiling.

"yeah, your bear hugs are jus' really really tight." he says, hugging you close. he touches his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and letting the brief moment of silence wash comfortably over you and himself.

you smile, giving the moment another few seconds before gently pulling yourself out of mahito's arms. your hand grazes his, and his heart actually, genuinely skips a beat. the simple, "accidental" action dusts his face with a light pink tint, and he has to exorcise all his mental fortitude (which isn't a lot; the thread he's hanging by is incredibly frayed) in order to keep from taking your hand and kissing your fingers or knuckles.

instead he follows you with his eyes, smiling. he watches you go to your backpack, squatting down and digging through it for a moment. then you get a furious pout on your face, and you let out a short, angry, sort of loud groan-growl mixture of a sound. you flop backward onto your butt and look over at mahito with a confused scowl decorating your (mind-numbingly handsome) face.

"how did i manage to pack everything with me except for the goddamn-" "ovilus?" mahito interrupts merrily, raising and wiggling a hand in the air- he's holding the ovilus. he grins, giggling and quickly darting off around the edge of the small clearing you and he had set up camp in, his hand holding the ovilus out of your reach. you get up quickly and lunge after him. you chase after him for only a moment or two, quickly becoming tired of his buffoonery.

you speed up and sprint past him with the air of a quick-witted cheetah, skidding to a stop and turning around to face him right as he crashes into your chest, both of you falling backward onto the grass as a result of mahito's high momentum from when he got up and started to run. you wrap your arms around him and hug him affectionately.

"enough!" you declare in a dramatic jester's voice, "no more of this absurd bout of skylarking, man!"

mahito starts laughing, the sound full of pure, untainted joy that drips from his voice like honey, making your heart swell with affection. you let him laugh for a while, giving a few small giggles yourself. you sneakily slip your hand into his, swiftly and effectively snatching the ovilus from your best friend.

"what, not gonna stop me?" you tease, sitting up with him and shoving his shoulder playfully.

"nope." he says simply, grinning, "you're much too cute for such behavior as that."

your face turns red; you squeal, dropping the ovilus into your lap and hiding your now bright red face in your hands, trying to hide the idiotic teenage grin on your face. the mahito reaches over and swiftly plucks the device from your lap, sneakily getting up and retreating silently to your backpack.

you hear a stick snap and a small, playfully insincere "oops-" from behind you and you turn around, getting up and quickly spawning next to him. mahito doesn't even jump- he's used to it… you are half curse, after all. he grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you. you grin in response.

"what?" you say.

"should we get started?" he asks. your face pales a little, and his grin softens. he entwines his fingers with yours.

"i'm not gonna leave your side, bunnydrops." he says, firmly squeezing your hand. "i promised once, and i'll gladly promise you again. i won't leave your side unless you ask me to, and even then i might ignore you and stay anyway."

you smile, feeling warm inside as your heart swells with happiness in response to your friend's incredibly protective comment. your smile changes to a determined look, and you nod.

"yeah." you say quietly. "let's get this show on the road… or the grass, i guess."

mahito snorts, barely containing a giggle. you grin, gaining confidence by the second. mahito grins too, tossing the ovilus up into the air and catching it. he turns it over and turns the power switch. his happy, creepily innocent grin turns outright maniacal.

"ask a question, m/n, i got nothin'." mahito says, looking over expectantly at you.

"oh, pfff, uhmm… lemme think-"

"hurry up." the ovilus interrupts. mahito's face turns pale for a split second, and he looks up at you, both of your mouths open in shock. his eyes widen, and he snickers, chiming in.

"is there someone here?" he asks in a welcoming tone, "or did our little toy here malfunction?"

silence.

then…

"here."

"so there is someone here?" you ask, looking over at mahito. you turn a slow circle, scanning the trees around the clearing.

silence.

"yeah." the ovilus says simply.

mahito grins, not bothering to contain the excitement in his eyes.

"help!" the ovilus speaks up suddenly, "demon… trees." then it goes silent... utterly silent.

mahito's eyes widen. he looks over at you curiously.

"is there something here?" you ask, "does it want to hurt you?"

"spirit…" long pause. then, "box." the ovilus says.

mahito looks at you, confusion more than evident in his face.

"spirit box?" he mouths to you, then continuing to talk with the ovilus. "do you know about our equipment? the stuff we've brought with us?"

"spirit box." the ovilus says again.

and then you realize it.

"you want us to use the spirit box instead?"

"yeah!" the ovilus responds, seeming to use a clip with a very annoyed, almost impatient-sounding tone.

"alright, we'll be right back, then." mahito says, "i'll go get the spirit box." he shuts off the ovilus, bending over your backpack and digging out the spirit box. he sets down the ovilus inside the bag and reaches around to the bottom of the device, turning on the spirit box.

your heart and his both skip a beat when the second mahito's finger touches the power switch on the device, it speaks.

"run away." says a calm, high voice through the speaker. at the same time you spin around on your heels, having felt something.

"mahi…" you say, your voice starting to shake, "i just felt a tug on the back of my shirt."

mahito's eyes widen again; he scans the ground around you, looking for any signs of a small child or some other age of spiritual presence. he sees nothing- so he decides to ask a question.

"did you just tug on my friend's shirt?" he asks calmly, "did you pull on m/n's shirt?"

"yeah!" says the same voice, answering immediately. at first you don't notice it; mahito doesn't either.

"do you wanna come out?" you ask bravely, "maybe you wanna show us that you're hear in the clearing with us…?"

you feel another tug on your shirt, then a twig snaps loudly behind you, startling you and mahito both.

"hello."

the voice doesn't come from the spirit box. in fact, nothing comes from the spirit box. the static has gone silent, as though it has turned off… then it turns on again.

you and mahito whip around and a startled scream tears from the bottom of your throat.

there's a teenage japanese-looking girl standing behind you, about thirty feet away. she isn't physically there- is she? she's not too hard to see through… quite literally. she's transparent. she's see-through. you can see the grass below her feet and the trees behind her.

mahito recovers first, moving quickly to stand protectively next to you. he subtly takes your hand in his and laces his fingers into yours, squeezing it tightly.

"hello, miss." he says, both of you bowing respectfully as was commonplace in japan.

the girl smiles, but her left eye twitches and her head convulses slightly to the side, the movement just barely noticeable to you. mahito gives no sign that he's noticed.

"why are you here?" she asks in a toneless voice, tilting her head creepily like a curious kitten.

"we're just here… for fun? i suppose?" mahito answers for you, "we're trying to make contact with the yomi no kuni."

"well…" she says, the absence of tone still there in her voice. you make very, very momentary eye contact with the girl, and primal, animalistic fear takes hold in your heart as you see something darkly colored dripping down her face. it looks like blood… or bile? unhealthy, black bile?

"are you stuck here?" mahito asks.

she nods three times very slowly.

"i was stolen from my home by this forest, dragged away from those i loved who came here with me." she says, looking down at her feet and going silent for a few seconds before continuing. "i am bound to these trees…" she says in a near whisper.

"and now you are too." she ends simply.

the next events happen in a white-hot flash of traumatic bright light. the girl's entire demeanor becomes poltergeistic and hateful, and she seems to glitch electronically out of existence. she reappears not a full foot away from you, and when she spawns there she's screaming at the top of her lungs. the sound doesn't waver, either. it's one consistent, ear drum-breaking sound.

she touches- more like slams- her hand onto your chest right above your heart, and you instantly begin to feel your spiritual control over your body beginning to fade as the spectral bitch slips into your mind like a slimy snake, trying to take your body away from you. your eyes roll up into your skull and you start to scream, the sound exactly identical to the scream she had been producing not a whole second before.

mahito lets go of you and you scream his name in protest, wanting anything but to be left alone with the pains, visions and regrets that flashed before your eyes, the thoughts and actions of this monster of a girl- but he doesn't listen. he doesn't listen. why doesn't he listen? why won't he listen to you? did you do something wrong? did you hurt him? when did you hurt mahito? why didn't he tell you? why won't he listen to you? what did you do to deserve this suffering?

mahito immediately regrets ever getting up because it's beyond crystal clear that whatever is happening to you inside your mind is causing you physical pain throughout your whole body. he wants nothing more than to be there with you, to be by your side, to have you by his side. he wants to switch positions with you, he wants to feel the pain instead of you. why you? why not him? why you? why you?

mahito screams in pure untainted anguish, letting go of your hand and abusing himself for doing it. but he pretends to overcome it. why? because you need him. you need him to save you, you can't do it yourself. your soul isn't inside your body, he can see it writhing violently above your body, having been shoved carelessly away as that vile, transparent bitch of a teenage girl stole your body from you.

"FUCK!" mahito screams. he sprints the short few yards from you to your backpack. you're vaguely aware of the sound of all the expensive equipment in your bag falling out into a pile on the blanket you and mahito had laid out on the grass… but you can't respond.

you simply can't.

your own body refuses to follow the order. you're now levitating three or four feet above the ground, still shrieking at the bottom of your lungs in a female voice that doesn't even belong to your body. the feelings cascading violently through your body are painful, serene, terrified, and bloodstained with hate, all at the same time.

a few yards behind you, mahito finds what he's looking for and turns around, running straight at you with a fire of protective rage in his eyes. he jumps onto a tree stump and uses the leverage and momentum to crash into your chest for the second time, slamming a silver cross into the center of your chest, right over your heart. the pain of the sudden landing on the hard ground snaps you back into reality and you finally stop screaming, the wind knocked out of you as you fell on your back.

a pained, shaking gasp tears out of the bottom of your lungs, and bile rises up into your throat as your now incredibly traumatized soul regains control of your body. you roll weakly onto your front, getting up onto your hands and knees, gasping for air. mahito rushes over to you and wraps his arms around your stomach, giving you a heimlich maneuver and forcing you to throw up, releasing the bitter-tasting white liquid from your throat.

you spit out what doesn't come out quickly, greedily inhaling another pound of oxygen and sitting back onto your calves as your heart finally starts to slow down. you feel mahito's trembling arms pull at your shoulders, and you let him pull you backward until your head lands softly in his lap. his shaking hand touches your forehead and he begins to play weakly with your hair, trying his best to comfort you.

"are-are you ok-kay, m-m/n?" he asks weakly.

"n-nuh-uh…" you say quietly in a weak, high-pitched voice. you lay there for barely a minute before you feel mahito's body stiffen up, and your heart starts to race again. you force your eyes open, looking up into his to see that he's staring up at something a few feet away from you. you sit up, looking up at what he's looking at, and you scream again, backing up on your hands, moving unsteadily backwards in a frantic, ridiculous-looking crab walk.

the teenage girl- or whatever the fuck it actually is- is standing there again, exactly where she had been when she had appeared.

mahito gets up again without hesitation, not wanting her to get her disgusting, malevolent claws on you again. he pulls something out of his pocket- a small glass bottle- and yanks off the cap, throwing the little object at her face. she screeches wildly, a sound that is sure to be heard miles away, her vile clawed hands scratching violently at her eyes, then she explodes in a violent cloud of black smoke, the explosion shaking the ground.

mahito turns and all but teleports back to you, his weight shoving you back into the grass as he hugs you tighter than he's ever held you before. he whispers sweet comforts and nothings into your ear, letting you bawl violently into his neck and shoulder for half an hour before you slowly start to regain composure. only then does he speak.

"we're leaving, bunny."

bunny… that name. it makes you feel better. not much just yet, but… a little bit.

you nod furiously, letting him take you by the waist and pull you into his lap. your equilibrium nearly fails you and it's your turn to fall into his chest, your arms coming out reflexively to wrap around his shoulders for support. he puts his strong hands on your waist and helps you straighten up like the caring friend he is.

then, with absolutely no warning, his lips crash onto yours. your eyes widen in shock and your hand goes to his chest to push him away.

you kind of just let it happen- you've been madly in love with him for the past six years, after all-

and then you realize you just threw up, and your eyes go wide.

"ma-mahi, i taste gross-mph-" mahito cuts you off, pulling you flush against his chest and shoving his tongue into your mouth as he pulls you as close to him as he can possibly get you. his right hand moves from your waist up to your face and he caresses your cheek, then moves down to the back of your neck and pulls you further into the kiss.

"i love you, m/n." he says into your mouth without thinking, "i love you. you're mine, i'm never letting anyone or anything hurt you ever again. never. never-" he kisses you again- "ever," again- "ever."

he eventually lets go of your mouth, finally allowing you to breathe, and you let your head fall into his shoulder. his hand tangles gently into your hand and he pulls you closer, nuzzling his nose against the outer shell of your ear and once again whispering sweet comforts and nothings into your ear, every word caressing your cracked heart like the gentle touch of an angel.

he gently pushes you off his lap and stands up, momentarily leaving with a short comment, "stay here, bunny, i'll be right back." he crosses the clearing and bends over, picking up the glass bottle that you now recognize to be the flask-sized bottle of holy water you had stowed at the bottom of your bag. he smiles softly, returning to your side immediately.

he squats down close-legged-gojo style in front of you and touches your face, pulling you into another soft kiss. he lets his lips linger on yours for a moment before breaking the kiss, thoroughly enjoying the furious pout that adorns your face the second he pulls back.

mahito stands up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with him. fortunately (unfortunately?) this time, your balance doesn't betray you, and you stand up alright. you're still shaking a little and your legs feel like jelly- but they specifically feel like old jelly that's been left out to harden.

mahito squeezes your hand and pulls you along, picking up your backpack and slinging it around his shoulder with his free hand. you pick up the blanket as you go, shaking the dirt and ants out of it with your free hand and tossing it over your shoulder to hang.

"mahi…" you say softly.

"yeah?" he responds, his voice almost not there.

"how'd you know…" you start, wanting to ask about the holy water. he shrugs. "i jus' did." he says simply, squeezing your hand again. you walk towards the edge of the clearing, and a few steps away, you stop, realizing something.

"the spirit box, mahi."

he turns and looks at you.

"no." he says, his voice betraying a drop of fear.

"but that shit's expensive, mahi!"

he shrugs it off. "i'll buy you another one."

"whaddo you mean, another one??"

he rolls his eyes, grinning. "y'know, one that's NOT dripping with fear and newfound trauma?" he comments, "i ain't letting that energy attach to either of us, that shit's staying here in this accursed clearing. fuck that."

you stared at him, stunned and clearly kind of confused.

he rolls his eyes again and groans. "m/n, have you seen sam and colby?? the reason they're always catching shit is because they're dragging around objects that absorbed fear and negative energy from all the fucked places they've hit up. i ain't about to let that shit happen to me, let alone you."

"oh…" you say, looking down at your shoes as you think about that, your mind finally starting to run again as the flashbacks finally go away. you look up at him and nod.

"that makes sense." you agree, walking forward and tugging mahito along with you. you take continuous deep breaths the whole way out of the forest, and when you get out, you and your new partner in crime run for it. you run across the field, hand in hand with mahito, running all the way back to your house and making a beeline for your bedroom.

back in the clearing, the spirit box continues to play, the harsh static sound of the spirits traveling the radio world filling the empty clearing with fear.

"i'll… find you… m/n." says the box in broken bits of a sentence as it hunts for the words it wishes to use. "this… isn't-"

silence.

"over."

and then the speaker shuts off and starts to tremble in the grass. the red-orange screen turns black and a crack invades its premises, spreading out off the now broken screen. the metal around the screen begins to bend, then the crack in the screen invades the black plastic containing the device's circuitry, spreading directly down the center of the device.

then the broken box turns on.

"blood." it says in a toneless female voice. the air electrifies with the promise of storm, staining the soil with the fear and pain that young boy felt in the clearing that day… a pain that not even the gods above or below will toil to forget.

the sky darkens…

and the earth begins to rain.

© chosos-slut.

[chalkscene]

lovebrush chronicles ⇢ THEY FIND THE DRAWING YOU DID OF THEM

ft. ayn alwyn, alkaid mcgrath, lars rorschach & clarence clayden

when you asked AYN if you could drop by the piano room and watch him practice, he didn’t expect you to take a seat on the far corner of the room, nose deep in your sketchbook. you’ve barely had a full conversation with him since you got here and he can’t understand why—you’re usually very chatty. he can’t help but scowl as he glances at you. he’s about to call for your attention when your phone rings and you immediately excuse yourself out of the room, “i’ll be right back.” as soon as the door clicks shut, he eyes your sketchbook which is now unsupervised. he knows he shouldn’t look but curiosity killed the cat. he gets up from his seat and strides across the room to peek at your work then his breath hitches. right before his eyes is a rough sketch of a raven-haired boy slightly hunched over a piano, his back on the artist—you. you’re drawing him. in a state of fluster, ayn quickly sets the sketchbook down in the same position he found it—hell, he can’t remember it. he’s too preoccupied by the fact that you’re sketching him that he registers a second too late that you’ve already returned, catching him fiddling with the sketchpad. before you can say a word, ayn walks back to the piano without sparing you a glance, “i didn’t see anything.” you feel the mortification in your system vanish as quickly as it came, now stiffling a giggle that threatens to escape your lips. ayn being more flustered when it was you who got caught drawing him is actually comical. you don’t even resist the urge to tease him, “really?” “really,” he answers curtly. “then why are you being weird?” “why are you drawing me?” ayn retorts with a tinge of accusation as he turns to glare at you but you’re not even slightly intimidated. you prod, “so you did see it?” ayn looks away from your smug expression upon his lack of rebuttal, doing his best to conceal the color in his cheeks with his hair. “i wasn’t going to,” you explain truthfully, “but you were so in your element i couldn’t help but… ‘capture’ the moment,” you say with air quotes, “i like drawing you.” ayn feels his heart skip a beat but as emotionally constipated as he is unable to handle your admission, he grumbles despite blushing furiously, “just ask me to come to the art studio next time.”

ever since ALKAID invited you to picnics or simple strolls around nature, you’ve developed a habit of making quick sketches of the scenery around you. but today’s an exception. with the cool breeze and the soothing warmth of the sun while you and alkaid sit side by side under a tree, it’s all just too relaxing. alkaid is busying himself with his camera when he suddenly feels a soft impact on his shoulder. when he glances at you, he can’t help but smile, endeared by the sight of you asleep. your sketchbook is left open and your grip on the pencil has loosened enough that a sudden gust of wind flips the pages and alkaid gets a glimpse of the drawing you had done of him. saying he’s surprised is an understatement. he finds it unbelievable that you’d ever choose him as your muse. alkaid isn’t one to pry but he can’t resist turning the pages over to get a good look at your drawing, taking in its rough details and pencil strokes. it looks beautiful, he notes, barely fighting a smile upon the realization that this is how you see him. before you stir awake, alkaid reaches over and with careful fingers, he takes your pencil and inserts it between the binding of your sketchbook like a bookmark before flipping it shut. he decides against mentioning it to you until the next day. alkaid goes out of his way to find you on campus, “hey, i was looking for you.” “why?” “it’s just, um…” he trails off, turning hesitant as if he’s choosing his words carefully, “do you want to make a trade?” “trade?” before you can ask more questions, alkaid takes out what you think is a piece of paper from his pocket until you get a clear view of it and realize it’s a candid picture of you. sounding hopeful, he offers it to you, “this for your drawing of me.”

“there you are!” LARS says, beaming when he finds you working on an art piece in one of the academy’s studios. “hi,” you smile at him, “why were you looking for me?” lars shrugs, “just wanted to see you.” amused, you roll your eyes at his subtle flirting before getting back to work. you don’t mind lars’ company alongside his occasional praises, varying from that looks nice to i’d buy that. you actually like having him around. lars is going through your artworks when he suddenly speaks, “how much for this?” you tear your eyes away from your canvas to find him having one of your sketchbooks in hand. “which one?” you ask and you can’t even begin to describe your shock when lars turns it over. there it is facing you, the page where you did a drawing of him. you dart towards lars but he quickly gets on his feet, taking advantage of his tall stature to hold the sketchbook out of your reach. “give it back!” you snap but lars only snickers. “how much for this?” he repeats the question, more smugly this time. after a few failed attempts to snatch the sketchbook from his grip, lars eventually decides to hand it over. “you weren’t supposed to see that,” you grumble, tearing off that page and crumpling it into a ball out of embarrassment. you’re about to toss it in the bin when lars takes it from you, flattening the paper to look at the drawing once more. “can i keep it?” he asks sincerely. “it’s just a warmup sketch…” you mumble, your tone a clear contrast to lars’ boldness. for a few seconds, lars doesn’t speak as if he’s forming the words in his head, “did you draw me from memory?” when you give him a sheepish nod, the smirk on his face reappears, “you think about me that much?” you simply groan at his teasing which makes him cackle but he soon backtracks before you can grab the paper from his hand and dispose it. “thank you,” he says, “i really like it.”

you’re rushing to your next class when you run into CLARENCE, causing you both to drop your belongings. “sorry!” you squeak, crouching down to hastily grab your things and with a sigh, clarence follows suit. “running late again?” he teases. you throw him a lighthearted glare at the accusation before grumbling, “our professor dismissed us late.” you hear him chuckle at your retort but the sound comes to an abrupt halt. at his sudden silence, you slide your gaze over to him and you immediately realize why—he’s holding a notebook which is now opened to a page with a rough sketch of him on it. before clarence can say anything, you immediately yank your sketchbook out of his hands and rise to your feet. “um…” you begin to stammer while clarence remains quiet save for the sound he makes when he clears his throat. he’s unable to look you in the eye as he stands upright, now fiddling with his necktie with unadulterated focus. “i swear i’m not a creep or anything,” you explain weakly, a surge of humiliation washing over you, “i was just… practicing.” you wince upon hearing your words and you can’t help but apologize—whether it’s for the sketch or your lame excuse, you’re not sure. maybe both. “i’m sorry,” you tell clarence, “i’ll throw it away.” “don’t,” clarence answers a bit too earnestly that he himself is taken aback. “it’s…” he trails off, looking sheepish, “it’s a really good drawing.” you gape at clarence. that was not reaction you expected from him. saving himself from further fluster, clarence drops the subject and points at the time, “you’re already late for next period.” “shit!” “language,” he scolds you in his student council president tone. “sorry!” you don’t wait for a response before you’re running off to your next class. as clarence watches you disappear from view, he wonders if you’d let him keep the drawing if he asked.

[kumezyzo]

i just saw a best moments video of george + nick getting haircuts in london recently. and i obviously had brainrot moments 😌

so enjoy! ......or dont :) m.list

before anything happens, bf!sapnap asks for you opinion during the consultation.

"yea, idk do what you want really.... but what do you think mama's?" (chat obviously went crazy, teased, and clowned him for calling you mama's)

like, imagine george asking your opinion on every little thing that the barber (?) does every five seconds.

"what do you think y/n?" as he shoves the camera in your face.

"literally nothings happened yet, leave me alone."

"what about now?"

"he hasnt even done one side yet 😭"

or when they talk about sapnap shaving his head.

"y/n, how do you feel about your boyfriend shaving his head?" george would ask like an interviewer, using his phone as a fake microphone.

"i would say, maybe dont?" you laugh nervously making eye contact with bf!sapnap through the mirror.

and that would spark a conversational topic between you and the barber(?).

"oh so you two are dating?" he would ask, motioning with the clippers between you and nick.

"oh, yea," you chuckle awkwardly.

"for how long?"

"about a year and a half," nick would answer, glancing to you through the mirror with a small smile.

and when the cut is over, he would be looking at himself through the mirror, rubbing at the beard. and almost at a comical speed, george would turn over to you and ask you what you though about it.

"yea, it looks good," you say, trying to get a better look at his face straight on.

"you sound like you dont like it," the hair dresser says as he also gets a better look at nicks face. "i know girlfriends dont usually like it when the moustace is more full but-"

"no no no, dont worry! it looks great," you tell him with a smile. "no, its just that i think all that matters is if he likes it."

"oh okay, good," he would say, smiling to nick through the mirror.

when bf!sapnap gets up from the chair, he goes to stand in front of you to get a better look.

"what do you think?"

"it looks really good," you smile, almost forgetting george was live streaming.

"thanks peaches," he would say softly before giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

yea.....didnt mean to make this a whole fic but here you go! also fr fr... hairdresser? barber? idk man help me 😭

i also wrote this in like... two seconds -Nony