#like let your artists fucking sleep sometimes damn

[yubnubforhire]

It’s kind of wild coming into the kpop fandom after spending most of my life only following western artists because the way that there is Always Content Coming Out is truly overwhelming sometimes I mean I spent TEN human years not seeing Stromae’s face except for a few interviews here and there and then I still dropped over $100 to see him when he came to the US and people still go to Lauryn Hill concerts all the fucking time despite the fact that she is often late or Simply Not There and yet the kpop industry thinks if they don’t keep releasing something new every few days then they will lose fans’ attentions and therefore sales

[satubby]

Yandere God Gojo headconons

[As promised, a bit late I know, but I needed my time to not cry for Satoru so an apology. So since I'm not good at describing powers and let's add to that Jujutsu Kaisen has mathematics, which I hate... I just won't go into his god-like powers]

This post comes from the previous idea, you can find it in my profile. Credits to the artist and me for the edition.

⚠️ Warning: This is MY interpretation of the character but it does not define the canon, I want to show my love for him (Fuck Gege for all I care) There may also be pronoun errors because damn my dyslexia affects my eyesight.

On an ordinary night, your mother sent you to the mini supermarket, a place similar to convenience stores like pharmacies. 「More common in my native Mexico, such as an Oxxo.」

Unexpectedly, a curse/demon began to haunt you. Without knowing how, you ended up cornered in an alley, the rain adding a touch of desperation to the atmosphere. Exhausted, you tripped over a trash can, lacerating your leg in the fall.

The unimaginable happened when your blood, the fruit of the scrape, awakened a god enclosed within a bucket, multiple eyes arranged in a dice-like pattern 「Yeah, I fucking used 'It' you thought」. Your blood acted as a call for the imprisoned being lying in there.

Satoru, the god that lay dormant, awoke. Upon realizing your situation, he offered to help you, but not before uttering the words that would seal your fate: "Tell me, mortal, do you accept that I save you by giving me something precious? Yes or no, the choice is yours."

Given your young age of six and the impossibility of facing the dreadful monster that pursued you, you had no choice but to accept. How could you refuse? Hell, you were a brat who could barely carry your mother's bag of errands, much less fight that dreadful thing that wanted you dead.

And so the deal between you and the unknown god was sealed with…. a tongue kiss. 「Despite its polemical nature, it is crucial to the development of the plot」.

❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Satoru, in his divine form, is an extraordinarily powerful being. Sometimes, his impressive abilities can lead you into complicated situations, such as when a simple sneeze from him transported you to another dimension. Such is his level of power. 「In this version, we will represent him as an invincible individual to explore his unrestricted potential…. P.S. I hate you Gege」 ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Gojo is often playful and teasing, he often jokes with you, even going so far as to claim that you are his "wife" although it sounds like a joke, he really means it. His attitude toward other people's opinions is indifferent. He enjoys showing affection, kissing and caressing you, although he has waited for you to reach adulthood before formally considering you his mate in public. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ When he is not using his 'real' form, we see him as the canonical Satoru, though obviously with Lovecraftian touches to his powers. Despite his divine nature, he exhibits a somewhat childish side, similar to what he shows in canon… BUT 100% times worse, as he has been alone and being powerful, he doesn't have much morals as he considers it stupid to abide by the rules of 'lesser beings'. Despite his playful and relaxed attitude, he hides a dark side. He is aware of how capable he is of destroying a city with a single finger, if he so desires. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Handling his jealousy is not his strong point, given that he has always gotten what he wanted and not knowing how to deal with humans despite having spent millennia observing them or making deals before being 'sealed' 「More like sleeping」It always makes it difficult for him to respond to his own emotions. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ Since he is not human and was born in the void of nothingness and everything, he has wandered and fought in various places, often just for fun or out of sheer boredom. His reactions can be fickle and capricious. This Satoru is a mixture of his adolescent and adult stages, mostly acting like a spoiled brat and playful with you but when he is jealous or sentimental, he acts according to his divine position. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ When he feels jealous, his reaction is unpredictable. If the reason for his jealousy persists 「Examples are like a male human talking to you」 And already for that reason he might decide to eliminate the source of his discomfort. For this reason, you hardly interact with other people. It is intriguing how loving words and gestures can appease him…. Although sometimes that doesn't assure you that those poor souls who crossed words with you will be saved from him. ❀.°• ─ ─ ─ ─➢ As a divine being, he has the power to materialize anything you desire. His gifts have no limits, and he takes you wherever you want. Sometimes, on a mere whim, he grabs you and takes you on unexpected rides using his abilities. It is curious how he shows jealousy towards any thinking human being, and even animals, taking you back home without allowing the date to continue or any activity prior to his jealousy.

"Toru… for once, let me enjoy this vacation. If you take me somewhere, make it really worthwhile. I couldn't even ride the roller coaster just because the ticket booth clerk was a man…" You looked at him as he pretended not to have pulled you out of the amusement park just 5 minutes ago due to his jealousy.

"Come on, couldn't we go another time…? It's no big deal, you know I can take you anytime, why don't we cuddle instead of fighting, would you like me to shower you with kisses, mmh? Come on, my sweet bean mochi!!! I want to…" You looked at him, almost incredulous. You really doubt he'll let you go to a crowded amusement park. If you go, it will surely be when he's off duty or with a snap of his fingers, it's not for nothing that he can stop time.

"Even if you do that, it doesn't mean I'm no longer upset with you." You watched her pouting expression. Despite having six beautiful eyes and six arms, you didn't want to fall for his game.

Gojo was unwilling to listen to your complaints. He was in a bad mood, convinced that you would understand his position. He acted like a child seeking to get your attention to deflect your anger. And so, he devised a plan. He moved closer to you by climbing up on the edge of the bed. "Mochi, do you prefer something sweet or sour?"

"Do you think that's an appropriate question to change the subject? I'm still annoyed with you. Hey, let go of me!" You felt his firm embrace, laughing as he kissed your neck and his chest pressed against your back.

He took a lock of your hair behind your ear and fiddled with it in his mouth. A shiver ran through your body as his lips brushed your earlobe. "Why are you playing hard to get when you know I know you well? Besides, I know my jealousy doesn't affect you, and I'm going to make sure you're only mine." He laughed softly, pulling you closer to him.

"Satoru… That doesn't justify you threatening anyone who looks at me. I don't want to be embarrassed like the other day in the cafeteria, when you tried to hurt the cashier just because I ordered a cappuccino." You whispered as his six arms held you tighter and in different places, listening to his childish whimper as he buried his face in the back of your neck.

His behavior was becoming more aggressive and lustful, making him dangerous. He held you in such a way that you could not move. He looked at you with playful eyes, sketching a smile.

"So what if I'm jealous? If I'm honest with you, if another guy tried to get your attention, I'd be sure to eliminate any interest he showed." A smirk formed on his face. You knew that ugly smile well, a cruel and possessive one, dealing with his jealousy sometimes exhausted you … you had no choice since your soul was bound to him.

He kissed you passionately and caressed your body, his touch was too pleasurable to resist, your flushed but annoyed face said it all. He didn't mind at all acting that way in public if it meant you would still be his. "You will always be my only princess….. I love you, my precious mochi," he whispered softly before delivering another intense kiss, this time on your lips, his arms frolicking with you and bringing an even more severe blush to your face.

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••┈┈┈••✦ This Satoru loves to make you scream, if Sukuna in his original form can grind you to exhaustion, our albino won't let you rest. ••┈┈┈••✦ He loves having you in front of his cock, the worst thing is that he can create more if he wants to. Let's add that he has six arms, each one can overstimulate you, forget to mention that Gojo is 213 cm / 7'1 feet, you are a midget next to him. So his cock and fingers are the size of your arms, but he can fucking manipulate reality and adjust your pussy to his size. ••┈┈┈••✦ He loves you riding his cock while he hears you moaning, sometimes you end up kissing him. He loves you sucking him while he pulls your hair. His hands usually go from your breasts to your waist [Sorry I'm not good at writing NSFW] All while you swallow his cock, his fingers have claws and putting them all the way in hurts but in the pleasure you end up giving priority to your lust, forgetting the pain. ••┈┈┈••✦ Honestly, Satoru can make your body not get tired so easily, but he is not cruel so he can set limits for you. He especially loves to bite, while you scratch him all over the place. ••┈┈┈••✦ His aftercare is incredibly gentle, he kisses and lulls you as if you were a baby, and how could he not? When he leaves you all exhausted down there and you can't feel your legs. Sometimes he gets to the point where his excitement clouds his judgement, ending up with your bones broken.

In general, having a relationship with him is like going on a roller coaster ride: You can feel a rush of various emotions and in turn want more of it even though you know it's scary to a certain extent. Just avoid making Satoru jealous and everything will be fine [What won't be fine are your mouth, your ass and pussy]

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[its-in-the-woods]

Chapter 2 of down the rabbit hole

Chapter one here chap three

MDNI

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating: Not much for this, brief mention of SA, mention of alcohol.

Slow build like novel damn length okay, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

WARNING I do not have this all written out, I do have it plotted out, but it may be a little slower for chapters to come out. Please bear with me. If you know a Beta to edit please send them to me.

*Before we get into things. Thank you 100x for all the love. It means the world to me*

Somehow four weeks have slipped by. As always, TV series runs like a machine on fire while driving through a snowstorm. Long days, and even longer nights. You wonder briefly why you chose a profession that meant you average four to five hours of sleep. But then Walton brings the whole trailer their favorite coffee and you just shrug the thought off. Working with the cast and crew was like being in one big dysfunctional family. One part hated each other, one part was fucking each other, and another part just held on for the ride. You liked to think you were in the last group, but sometimes when you caught Liz glowering at you, you wondered if maybe you were in the first group. 

“Why does she hate me?” You ask Trevor as you try to eat lunch. Fish wasn’t your first choice but it’s what they had had. 

“Who?” Trevor asks, munching on some strawberries, how the man ate as much as he did and remained tiny was amazing. 

“Liz.” You sigh moving your fork around the plate.

“Liz hates everyone, don’t take it personally.” He grabbed a couple more pieces of fruit. 

“Have you seen the way she looks at me? Like, why bring me onboard if she was just gonna avoid me like the plague?”

“She’s jealous of you.”

You turn and raise your eyebrows at him. “What are you talking about?”

Trevor lets out a snort and chomps down on some cheese. “Girl. Don’t play down your talents. You have worked your damn ass off to get here. One of the best makeup artists out there and Liz knows it. Why do you think Mr. Goggins likes you so much?”

You shrug and pick through your food, the fish was not sitting particularly well. “I am not better than anyone else.”

Trevor swats at you playfully, “Shut up. You can wrangle through asshole actors like no one else. You take zero shit from anyone and you get stuff done on time or before they are needed. You’ll be one of the most valued artists in town in no time.” He chuckles and pushes his own plate away. “Just make sure you bring me along with you.”

You grin back at him. Trevor had never jerked you around like most others. He was right, you did a good job and people appreciated your blatant lack of kiss assery. You fiddle with your fork for a moment before deciding that you had enough for the day. 

***

It was Thursday, which meant the week was almost over. The end was in sight and your bed was calling your name. You’d probably sleep the weekend away and indulge in some overpriced Chinese food. Your thoughts about sweet and sour pork are broken when someone announces they are coming in. Liz walks in and looks you up and down. Dear god, that woman has a chip on her shoulder. She went and pulled out a couple of empty totes. 

“It’s going to be you and Trevor tomorrow and the following week.” She says her lips pressed firmly together, as she talks she goes through drawers grabbing different products.  “Walton is here doing some scenes, Laura will also be here but she shouldn’t be on camera. If she is, I've emailed you notes and pictures.”

You nod, not bothering to look at her as you continue to wash your brushes. Liz continued to add to her bin.  “Sounds good.”

“Look, I know we haven’t been exactly- Friendly.” You turn to look at the woman, she is putting the lid on to the tote. Writing info on a sheet of paper on the top. “But, you do a good job. The director has been very happy with everything. “

“Thank you.” You reply, giving her a small smile. “I appreciate that Liz.”

Liz nods back at you and grabs the tote, waddling out the door. It’s probably the closest you’ve come to liking her. You sit there for a moment, taking in the compliment, maybe things are changing for the better. 

***

Friday is here, and you decided to bring some timbits to celebrate the end of the week. The usually bustling studio lot was quiet. Construction and Set Dec had busied themselves with various other needs. It was refreshing to have a little quiet. You had even been able to park your car right beside the trailer. As much as you loved the absolute chaos that was a film set, the calm was a nice balm. You knew that before long you would miss the chaos, and it would be back with vengeance. 

Laying things out you felt like you could breathe. You had put on some gothic country on the stero, something that only you and Trevor really enjoyed. Both of you had moved from rural areas to do your job. It was another reason why you enjoyed his company. Trevor had set himself up on the second workspace, the two of you spreading out a little while the boss was away. 

“Hello. Lady and gentleman,” Walton’s voice shrill as he came up the stairs. The man was a never-ending ball of energy. You were positive you could do a month of night shooting and he still would come in chipper as if it was his first day. 

“Hey Walt,” Trevor said with a grin, it was hard not to be happy around the man.

“Excited for the weekend?” You ask as you drape him with a cape, popping off his sunglasses and grabbing his other glasses off the counter. As he rereads some lines. 

“I sure am. It feels like it’s been an extra long week.” He sighed, rubbing at his hazel eyes before grabbing a timbit. “These things are delicious, I am going to steal the whole box..” 

You slap playfully at his hand.“Hey now! Make sure I get a few” He gives you a crooked smile and holds one up. You don’t hesitate to lean forward and let him feed it to you. He swallows and looks up at you, as the realization dawns on you as to what you just did. 

“Well-Umm- Next week doesn’t look to bad,” Trevor pipes, shooting you a look, his voice squeaking slightly.

“This is true, just the three of us enjoying a few short days,” Walton says, you are desperately trying to move past what just happened as you grab a moisturizer and apply it gently. His eyes follow you.

“I can certainly say I will enjoy not having to drive all over the place.” You reply, trying not to let your cheeks flush. Reminding yourself sternly that you were a professional and for Pete’s sake you’d been working together for over a month now. 

“You have the craziest eyes.” He whispers as the two of you look at each other. There is no way of hiding the fact your cheeks are burning. Trevor graciously comes over and starts to fuss with his hair. 

“Thank you,” You reply, words caught in your throat. Turning to start packing your set bag, anything to hide the fact that you were bright red. You look up to see Trevor raising his eyebrows at you. You look away and finish things up before sending Walton off to set.

“What was that?” Trevor drawled as he slid into the chair, the look on his face made you want to crawl under the counter. 

“What was what?” You try to dismiss things even if your face is on fire. What the hell had just happened?

“He just fed you a damn donut hole and you are blushing all over Goggins?” Trevor pushes fiddling with a comb, and you really want to throw something at him. 

You freeze a bit and look up at him in the mirror. “Don’t do that.” 

“Do what? See the fact that you two have been goggling over each other for the last four weeks. You just ate food out of his fingers. Wait what does he taste good?’

You do throw a powder puff at him. “You. You stop it. I don’t know what the hell I was doing. It just kind of happened.” 

Yes, you had noticed the little things, but really the man was friendly with everyone. He had always been touchy-feely, but maybe there had been more that you had missed, including eating food out of his fingers. You remember him kissing you on the cheek yesterday morning before leaving. But there couldn’t be anything there, there was nothing there you repeated to yourself. 

“Oh give me a break. He brings you coffee and touches, and kisses your cheek every day. The man has been fawning all over you.”

You bite your lip and turn to look at your colleague, ‘He does that with everyone, Trevor. He’s just friendly.”

You’re now madly stuffing stuff into your bag trying to get out of this newly warm trailer. Trevor snorts and puts his things into his bag. You wish he would drop it, but he was never good at leaving things alone. 

“You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart,” He giggles in an imitation Southern drawl. The two of you hop out of the trailer. You aren’t sure whether to smack him or hug him, either way, there is a job to be done. 

***

It was a textbook day, Walton had nailed almost everything. The man could act there was no doubt about that. The character was a belligerent drunk detective trying to solve a cold case. The script was dark, moody, and well horrible. You didn’t shy away from horror, but true crime always made your stomach flipflop. Your stomach also flipped as you watched Walton go from looking like he was gonna bite someone's head off, to all smiles and laughter. 

You, Trevor, and Walton are walking back to the trailer together. It was actually sunny out, a rare moment for the Pacific Northwest. Costumes had been busy with some extras so you decided to start with him and finish with the others. 

“So do you two have any plans for the weekend?” Walton asks, walking in between both of you.

“I think I might have a date on Saturday,” Trevor replied cheerfully. 

“Oooh and who's the lucky fella?” Walton sing-songed.

Trevor looked flush for a moment, “Decon, from props actually.”

Walton chuckles elbowing Trevor “Well that sounds like an excellent Saturday. Man is gonna have some fun.”

Trevor shakes their head and rolls his eyes “He better show or I am going to have to send you both after him”

Walton bares his teeth and growls, which send everyone into a fit of giggles. Decon be aware, there was a madman coming for you. You thought as you get to the trailer opening the door.

“And what about you, little lady,” Walton drawls, that damn southern accent creeping in. 

“Nothing special. Think sleep and Chinese food are calling my name.” You reply as everyone settles in. Really that would be the best way to end the weekend. 

“Oh, Chinese food sounds amazing.” Trevor pipes in, turning on some tunes. 

“Who needs sleep, it's not that important.” Walton chides as you get to work. “I was wondering if you both would like to come to a small bar not far from here. Transport can drive us there and back, a few of us are getting together for some drinks.”

You catch Trevor's gaze, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Oh, I would love that! Little get-together with our mess of a family.”

“What about you?” The lead asks, rubbing your arm. His hands are warm, you’re surprised to feel a few calluses on his fingers. 

“Oh. Yeah sure. That would be good.” You give a small smile, trying not to let your mind wander too far. If you were honest, the prospect of getting together with a bunch of coworkers was low on your want list. But the look on Trevor's face tells you that you aren't allowed to say no. Your stomach clenches as the memory of a wrap party gone wrong rumbles past your mind. You push that down. It had been almost seven years since that happened, these were different people. People you knew and trusted.

“Fantastic, I am excited to have you both there,” Walton exclaims before closing his eyes to let you finish your job. 

Once Walton is released to Costume, you and Trevor busy yourself with cleaning the trailer. Getting extras cleaned up and making sure everything is ready for the early morning come Monday. You can tell Trevor has been watching you but you can't make yourself say anything. Anxiety has pooled in your stomach like a cold stone and you are struggling to shake it.

“What's wrong?” Trevor asks bluntly sitting down in a free chair. You shake your head and keep your hands moving.

“Come on now. I've never seen you get this clammed up over an invitation to a party. To be fair I've actually never seen you go to a party–” Trevor’s words trail off realization washing over his face. “I know you like your peace, and quiet, but what is going on”

You collapse into the other chair with a deep sigh. Trying to find the words, you really didn't want to explain things too much. That said if there was anyone who'd understand it be Trevor.

“When I first got into the industry.” Your mouth feels so dry even at the thought of it. You grab your water bottle taking a swig.“I went to a wrap party. Got drunk and a guy from Sound took advantage of me. So I've never gone to one since.”

Trevor looks shocked, sadness creeping in at the words. “Hon.That is awful.”

“It happened almost a decade ago. It's fine. Just makes me nervous.” You let out a breath. You weren't going for sympathy, despite it being the worst night of your life, all you wanted was understanding.

Trevor comes over and gives you a big hug. You feel tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. As you let yourself sag against him. You were so thankful for this man, that he was understanding and seemed to care about you. 

“Honey, nothing like that is gonna happen to you tonight. We'll go together and enjoy ourselves. And if any man or woman tries to hurt you I will beat them with my handbag” Trevor reassures you with a small smile. You both chuckle at the last statement 

You sniffle a little, grabbing a tissue from the counter to dab at your eyes. “Thank you, Trevor”

He gives you a reassuring nod as you both get ready to go out. You were determined to make it a good night one way or another. 

Chapter three

Maybe.. maybe.. I will post the next chapter tomorrow cause I am too excited not to share it. Likes, comments, and reblogs are so greatly appreciated. Y'all keep this northern person happy.

[bluesworldd]

𐀶 ՙ 🎸 · stay the night !

↳ pairing: hobie brown x reader

↳ tw/cw: cursing, not proofread, kissing, forehead kisses.

↳ genre: fluff

↳ synopsis: hobie always makes it better

↳ blue says: ….yall dont hate me. this took so long because im almost incapable of writing fluff🤕.

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spoilers ahead !

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ugh. what a fucking day. finally you had been done with your fifth mission today. miguel, that fucking asshole, had been working you to the damn bone and although you wanted to decline his offers you honestly had nothing else to do. but it didn’t matter cause you wouldn’t be showing your face back here any time soon.

you wasted no time teleporting back to headquarters and making your way to miguels office. thinking about what you would do when you got home made you remember your boyfriend. maybe you could have him come over. yeah that’s probably the only person you could tolerate at this moment.

approaching miguels “office” (if thats what you call it) you felt your spidy senses go off. “well speak of the devil” you knew that voice, it was unforgettable. “and they shall appear, what s be are you doing here hobie?” you let out a soft chuckle. it was almost rare to see hobie at miguels since he never really took on missions, besides the times were miguel almost killed hobie because he always refused. “well i was actually looking for you. miguel was my last resort” you chuckled because of course he was “well i guess i can say the same” turning to miguel, you gave him your report keeping it short. you’ve been on your feet all fucking day and couldn’t wait to get home.

“well if thats all then you both are dismissed” came the tired voice of miguel. you never understood why he would torture his self like that but that was a question for another time. with everything done you turned around and fixed your watch to you dimension but before you could hobie wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “what do you say we go back to mine? yeah?” you rolled your eyes playfully, it amazed you how clingy hobie could be. “fine, your lucky im so tired” you fixed your watch coordinates to hobies dimension.

going through you were met with the beautiful city that was earth one hundred thirty eight. something about the city had an artistic feeling to it, although the brightness of the city strained your eyes you couldn’t think to look away. what a beautiful city indeed. “so what do you say we do today? hm? i was thinking some nice snacks and a good horror movie.”

“sounds lovely, it really does but i doubt id make it through the intro” “long day i presume?” “if only you fucking knew”. entering hobies flat, you both make quick work into getting comfortable. scrolling through the horror section you picked a random movie “hmm how about scream?” “you trying to put me to sleep love?” “either that or you’re picking” “fair, guess were watching scream” pressing play you could feel a part of the couch dip, almost instinctively you began cuddling with hobie. the movie hasn’t even begun and you could already feel your eyes drooping, you decided to fight it off. totally not because you missed talking to your boyfriend, no not at all.

not even thirty minutes into the movie and you could already tell hobie was bored. it wasn’t hard really, hobie typically can’t control his facial expressions. unless he needs to, you can always tell when hobies excited or upset about something. right now you could tell he was beyond bored, although you knew he would never admit it. you couldn’t help but giggle, he could be so stubborn sometimes. “hm? what are you giggling about?” slightly looking up you answered. “how about we change the movie? what do you want to watch?” he gave you a questionable look “and why would we do that? we have another hour and twenty-four minutes left” he was indeed stubborn “hobie you’re obviously bored i can tell” you chuckled, he always put what u wanted ahead of his wants or needs. it was sweet, really it was but sometimes you hated how selfless he could be.

pecking you on the lips, hobie chuckled “it doesn’t matter seriously, im just happy to be with you” you couldn’t help but to chase his lips, you’ve realized just how long its been since you two actually been together like this. you missed this truly you did but you could feel your self start to tire. you’ve been fighting sleep for too long and you could tell.

you fell asleep for who knows how long. you were awoken by the smell of something being cooked and you couldn’t help but smile. “what are you cooking?” you asked with a hoarse voice, trying as best as you could to rub the sleep away from your eyes.” “damn your awake already? well im making fried rice with chicken”

“how long was i asleep for?” you asked with slight concern, truly you didn’t mean to go to sleep especially since you wanted to spend time with hobie as much as possible. “like and hour? i dont blame you” you grinned. walking up to you with two plates in hand, you chuckled. most times hobie could be so caring, in general hes a giving person, always wanting to help an any way he could. you’re probably the luckiest person in the world. “luckiest person in all of the dimensions…it’s definitely me” you giggled out, not like it was a false statement anyway.

“ yeah well you deserve it”

“oh? i wonder why?”

“for being the best partner ever of course” setting the plates down he quickly kissed you on the forehead. when he sat, you immediately fell into his arms. there was no other place you’d rather be.

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART TWELVE]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; A night by the fire brings out desires.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) Ah, the burn is quenched. She fell first, he fell harder. Oh boy, he fell harder. Soft Jervis. This is still just the begginning. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Reader is still struggling with revenge and feelings. Reader doesn't give a fuck anymore. Reader and Jervis are still in their friends to lovers era. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

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⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR, - 'PART FIVE, - 'PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN' - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, - 'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE, - 'PART THIRTEEN, - 'PART FOURTEEN,

♫ “baby, I'm star-struck by you / didn't know we'd get so far, and it's only the start.” Scary Love by The Neighbourhood

You're still reeling from the minor success with Selina. You can't stop thinking about the way she zoned out- just from your words. It looked as though her consciousness melted before your eyes, if only for a moment. Mr. Tetch, Jervis, was right. There is something intimate about hypnotism. It's like they become an extension of you and your own desires. Whoever they are, they become your puppet. It's exhilarating.

You similarly can't stop thinking about the feeling of Jervis's hands on your waist. The way he whispered those damn words of affirmation, like you were his number one priority. You still have no clue if you can trust him. But that doesn't seem to bother you anymore. He was the stranger in your dreams, the man haunting your psyche. You felt more connected to him then anyone you had been connected to in years. It sends a shiver down your spine.

You'd been staying with him for a little over two weeks now. Time goes by fast, apparently. Every mornings the same, it's become routine. He cooks breakfast, lets you sleep in. You get dressed. Eat together. You two talk about anything and everything over tea and biscuits, mostly about books and chess and crosswords and revenge. He simply makes you smile. You watch him struggle to use a smartphone and he watches you struggle to hypnotize passersby's.

You've begun to notice the pull to him has been growing stronger and stronger. The nature of your relationship with the man is questionable, at best. You don't know exactly what you two are. But you do know you are his only friend. You don't mind that.

You've also started to notice, Jervis has his own way of displaying...affection. You're not quite sure if that's the right word, but it works. He offers his numerous praises very vocally, or in small pats to your head. When he's having too much fun with you, he refuses to cook, or do anything to separate himself from you for even a minute. He hypnotizes the neighboring mansions household to go out for groceries, dinner, or even small trinkets that remind him of you.

You're unsure if it makes you uncomfortable or extremely flattered. After all, he could kill you at anytime if he truly wished. But you decide on flattered, after he buys you numerous dresses and flowers and your favorite issue of the Gotham Gazette. You don't mind whatever it is the two of you have. Forced proximity seems to change people.

He's your teacher in all aspects. Hypnotism, dancing, cooking, cleaning. Sometimes he'll come up behind you, and you can feel his heat behind you. It makes your breath catch in your throat. He'll position you, arms on your side, clicking his tongue at your posture or your form. What an interesting man.

It's turned oddly domestic. And you can tell...he enjoys it. It's like a dream for him. There's something about the way that his smile reaches his eyes, it makes it hard to resist him. He admires you.

On a different note, you keep seeing Selina each night. You give her the minor scoop on what's happening. She thinks you're trying to learn hypnotism to hypnotize Mr. Tetch. She doesn't need to know exactly what's going on. You're a good liar. You got that from your mothers side. She also doesn't know you try to hypnotize her every night she comes over. She tells you everyone thinks you're either dead or as good as.

Oh well, you think. It's happening. You're getting close. You can almost taste revenge on your tongue. You can't stop the play-by-play of imagining your fathers face for the first time after this. You wonder if it would be hatred, or disappointment. Good. He chose Lee Thompkins over you. He knew. His own daughter. His blood.

You stare into a fireplace. You watch the flames lick up the side of the walls, dancing to a peaceful rhythm. It reminds you of your heartbeat, the steady crackling inviting your eyes to look. It's beautiful. It's calm. It's a welcomed warmth.

You hear footsteps behind you, and don't turn to see who it is. The sound of two china teacups clanking together on their plates, Jervis comes to rest beside you on the couch, offering you a cup. You take it gently. He sits cross legged beside you, unwinding from the day.

You remember what he said on the balcony all those days ago. Nights in Gotham are mesmerizing. The man next to you, he's turned your life upside down. And now...you two are...what? Partners? Associates? Friends?

You feel his gaze burn into you, one of admiration, as if he were staring at a painting. He leans his head down.

"You look pensive, dear. Are you anxious?" He stirs the cup of tea lazily, eyes boring into yours. "We have the world for you and I to call our own. We have money, we have an estate. We have a wonderful plan. Why worry?"

The world for us to call our own. There he goes again- saying things like that. You feel your blood run hot.

"Remember when you shot me?" You can't stop the words coming out of your mouth. He seems to falter slightly, and his body tenses. His voice is barley above a whisper.

"...Yes?" He looks at you with an edge.

You nod, recounting the memory. You're not sure what you expected him to say.

"Did you like me back then?" You whisper. You see his grip on his teacup turn his knuckles white. Your words are forward. You always need answers. You curse yourself.

"I did...I do." He breathes. He speaks as though it's his last night alive, faced with a great opportunity to finally speak his mind. "...But I always knew what you were really destined for. We were always fated to be together. Even from that first night."

It's all out in the open. Fated to be together. You digest his words. How strange- to be enthralled, captured by someone. His trickery, his identity. His hypnotism. It dawns on you, he hasn't once moved to compel your affections. At least not that you remember.

The whole situation suddenly makes you laugh.

He's stunned. He's silent long enough that he realizes he's staring, and makes an effort to keep his expression neutral. But his eyes don't lie, completely enamored with you.

"You're laughing."

"I am," You huff through quiet giggles. "This whole city- this whole situation, it's all so fucked."

His smile slowly widens once more. He doesn't know what to make of your reaction. He was certain you'd be cold, fearful. But you're not. You're...laughing.

"...You have quite the mouth on you." He's amused, despite himself. He sips on some more of his tea and puts down the cup. He speaks again with quiet humor. "You laugh when you're nervous, don't you?"

You shrug. Your voice takes on something playful. "And what do you do when you're nervous? Go bat-shit crazy?"

"Ah, among other things." He hums, sitting back. That grin of his kills you. "It was only one time." It was not, of course. He studies you.

You smile at this. At the way he talks. The way he dresses. Everything about him is so perplexing. "You're entertaining, you know."

He crosses his arms and shifts in his seat. His gaze is one of amusement. He's just as interested in this exchange as you are.

"Am I?"

"Yeah. You just have this edge to you. I can't quite place it."

"I'm nothing if not enigmatic, I assure you." He can't help but feel strangely proud of this. "I am many things; charming, polite, beguiling-"

"Cocky." You add to his list, interrupting him with a shit-eating grin on your face.

"Perhaps." He snickers. "I prefer confident, dear."

"I'm sure you do, showman."

You two enjoy the banter. Neither of you have been very much of a flirt with each other. Perhaps it's the fire, the smiles on your faces, the rush of revenge and hunger coursing through the two of you.

"And you are...what? Curious? Persistent? A tease?" He asks, delighted.

"A tease?" You snicker at his words, and offer a fake gasp. You roll your eyes. "If anyone is persistent, it's you."

He snorts at that. Yes, he's definitely enjoying this.

"Oh, really? Am I just going to have to accept the role of a relentless pursuer? An incessant suitor? An unceasing hound?" The words flow smoothly from his lips. You wonder if he's talking about his experience with Alice...or with you.

"You're doomed by the narrative." You settle on, beside yourself. His eyebrow twitches at this.

"You're terrible." He says with a mock groan. His eyes light up, the smallest twitch of his lips reveals his expression is one of childlike joy. You shrug and smirk.

"I'm honest. It's what you and your silly little delusions need." You bite your lip, and gently poke his hat to emphasize. You watch his smile falter as you poke it. Not many people would touch the hat. How...intimate, he thinks.

"...Yes, I suppose I do fall into delusions often...are you going to set me free from my fantasies, then?"

Time seems to stop at his sentence. He is talking about you. Whatever the two of you are.

You set down your tea, and make up your mind. You take both his hands into your own, and watch his dazed expression. You two look at each other, and a mutual feeling blooms inside you two. Warmth, comfort.

"What do you fantasize about, Jervis?" You ask softly, just below a whisper. The firelight bounces off his dark eyes, glinting.

He holds his breath before he speaks, smile disappearing. He seems completely serious, completely devoted, completely obsessed with you. You consume him.

"I fantasize about you. What else is there? The thought of just..."

His faze drifts to their intertwined hands. There's an intensity as he speaks. It must be the warmth of the flames, or the comfort of the surroundings, but the words that tumble from his lips are different than usual. There is a vulnerability to them.

"The thought of you and I being one...forever," He continues, "Is it wrong to want another's whole heart? Their affection, their adoration? To want to claim them as yours?"

"Is that what you want?" Nothing exists right now, except him. "For me to be yours?"

"It's what I crave....I want you all to me. You and your attention. I want that and I would go to any lengths to get it. I would move hell and high earth for you, Y/N."

Fuck it, you think. He's the closest thing you've ever gotten to home.

"You really are crazy, you know that?"

Before he has a chance to speak, you cut him off with a kiss.

His eyes widen in delight. He's stunned, almost unable to believe what's happening. He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you into his lap and returning the gesture twicefold, with passion. His hands move through your hair, cradling your head.

You sigh into his lips, pulling away ever so slightly. You feel him squeeze tighter. He's needy, desperate, still kissing along your lips and jaw and neck to consume every part of you.

The fire is all but forgotten, the sound of the city around them is muted. All you two can hear is the sound of your breath, your heartbeats, your touches.

He pulls you closer, his hands resting on your hips. His grip is tight, unrelenting.

You finally pull away, finding each other equally stunned at what just transpired. Heavy breathing and panting sounds out.

The silence for a moment is almost deafening. You can read it on his face. He can't believe someone would willingly kiss him back without needing to use his gift. He looks upon you with a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and pleasure.

"Don't shoot me again, yeah?" You say against his lips, retracing your steps. The sudden urge to run away melts within you as you imagine what your dad might say, what Tabitha might say, what Selina might say. You swallow.

He speaks gently, watching you get up, as if he can't quite believe this is real. He can't help the giddy smile that stretches across his face. He doesn't want you to leave. He wants you with him. Forever.

"I make no promises."

[orenjikaraka]

Shattered hearts

Il Dottore x reader angst

Summary: In 3.2, Dottore takes both gnosis, the electro and the dendro, and ya’ll know all his segments are dead 💀; but what if this happened, Dottore made his deal with Nahida, but he made a exchange for Nahida’s assistant (reader) instead of the electro gnosis, the exchange was for the deaths of his segments, Nahida didn’t want too, but reader insisted; She insisted because she wanted to protect her hometown and Nahida. Nahida was sobbing but she excepts your offer. Reader said her goodbyes and went with Dottore. Two years has passed as you being his assistant; through those two years. Reader notices his routines and how he noticed how a nice and beautiful woman can change someone perspective; they both got fairly close; but the fatui are not on point with these new notices and closeness, so they have to take it by hand… (Also there’s an age gap in this AU, Dottore is 41 and reader is 28; thats a 13 years age gap, i do like my older men 🥺 also Dottore sometimes speaks in lab terms.) also also, i think Dottore looks amazing like this beautiful art that how he gonna look like in this AU and go follow the artist by the way they’re amazing!

Suggestion of a song I was listening to while writing this.

Warnings: deep angst, blood, blood lose, starvation, cursing, depression, soft Dottore, spoilers for Dottore real name (Zandik), deep guilt, character death, and sad ending

Word count: 5279

(Y/n)’s POV

“GET AWAY FROM HER!!” Dottore said

Everything felt heavy around You, the astrosphere of your surroundings were slightly blurred from the tears and crimson blood that was flowing out of your body, your chest felt like a burning sun was going right through you, (Y,n) tried to move her eyes to look at Dottore, he was being pulled down, by two fatui guards, he was trying to break there strong grip, but no budge, (Y/n) tried to move her hand forward, but got crushed by a boot, “AAAAAAAAAAA-“ the boot move fairly quickly to (Y/n) mouth to shut her up.

“Shut your mouth princess, we don’t want your boyfriend to get anymore feisty then he already is-“

“I will fucking dissect you and use your organs as fuel for my fucking fireplace if you, LEAVE HER FUCK ALONE.”

‘Zandik…’

The fatui member just laughed because he knows damn well, Dottore can’t do shit, they took his special abilities away, his knifes, his living space, EVERYTHING, the only things he has is what he’s wearing when (Y/n) and him first meet at Sumeru…

“I’m soo scared Mr Dottore, OH WAIT, your not in the fatui anymore, no more 2nd class fatui harbinger, NO MORE Mr doctor to be called, because you broke a rule!”

Dottore felt deflated because he just lost all his progress because… because of me, ‘why… did- why did i insisted. he lost everything, his work, his segments, and… just- everything just gone…” While Dottore looked to the ground, he then looked up, “no, I haven’t.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“I still have my assistant.” He looked at (Y/n) through his mask but his lips was quivering.

“Aww how disgusting… HEY YOU” the fatui member pointed at the member that was holding Dottore down on his left. “Take his mask off, he doesn’t deserve or have the right to wear that mask. Also I just wanted to see what he looked like.”

The left fatui member yanked Dottore mask off in a harsh way, he threw it across the room, “damn your a lot older, I thought you were in your early 30s”

Dottore just looked at him with burning hatred.

“Welp enough chit chat, time to put this sick puppy to sleep.

“NO!? LET GO OF ME!!”

(Y/n) never knew that a man that's been called a psychopath or a monster, can have so much emotion to someone. The man moved his boot to your arm, and faced a shotgun, right on the tip of your skull. The cold tip of the gun gave shivers down your spine, soft whipping came from your gentle voice and it frightened Dottore to the bone.

“No- no please I beg-“

“Wow, I've never seen such a sight.”

A deeper and much rougher voice walked in the room.

‘Captaino?!?’

“Let her go, I have orders to execute her.”

The fatui member moved his feet off (Y/n) and gave the shotgun to Captaino and ran off. Captaino saw how (Y/n) was trying to get up, but Captaino put the cold tip of the shotgun on your head again. And you paused.

“I suggest you don’t get up… crawl instead.”

“Why…”

“Do you want to die?”

(Y/n) started crawling slowly to Dottore, Captaino was watching from afar but he was counting.

“Stop— sto- stop please” to Dottore cry was out of this world. “Dottore… help-“ “sweetheart- please just-“

Dottore try to move out again, squirming to break free, Captaino was slowly walking up to (Y/n), he saw how much blood was on the floor, painting crimson all over the concrete flooring. Dottore was panicking because each time Captaino got closer, he felt like he'd be a nobody without you, "please pick me— not her- I’ll do anything- please!!!” Captaino put the shotgun on the tip of her skull… “Nahida… I’m sorry— I’m sorry, I failed you, I’m sorry Zan-“

“Shut your mouth, you rat!”

“PLEASE— please just pick me- leave her be-“

Everything felt more heavy, your body felt slightly colder than before, your eyesight is fading slowly, ‘please…’

Dottore POV

Dottore eyes were clenching shut ‘NO- NO- NO, please oh archons please…’

Suddenly he felt cold, frostbite cold, his body was slowly getting colder by mere seconds, he opened his eyes and saw a cryo vision, the right fatui member saw it too and tried to grab it but right when he let go of Dottore. Dottore snatched it, ‘I’m such a fool.’ Then he found out he can have fast cryo speeds and swoop up (Y/n).

“SEES HIM”

‘Fuck what else can this mechanism can do!?!?”

As Captaino was inches from the both of you, you both teleported; leaving an icy debris where they were at.

“Find them now!!!”

—- time skip —-

When Dottore opened his eyes he was laying on the ice cold snow, snow was slowly falling from the sky, which made him panic and stopped him from his calm trance, he sat up and looked below his chest and saw (Y/n). “Sweet Thing-“ he immediately checked your pulse and your heart was fine? You were breathing normally but.- he checked your stomach region and it was covered in snowy ice, “how long was I sleep-“ Dottore heard a whipper and look at your face, you were crying softly and he just now noticed you slightly shaking, “I-

“SEARCH, I WANT THERE HEADS ON A STICK, LOOK FOR THAT WOMAN’S BLOOD”

Dottore is sweating bullets now, he looked to his left and saw Captaino screaming for murder. “Fuck- ok ok.” He looked back at you with panic, “don’t worry I- I got you- just… Shezhnaya to Sumeru, just- *gulp* fuck…”

“There!?!”

His heart was racing like a wildfire, “just Shezhnaya to Sumeru-“ “KILL THEM.” “Just- FUCK- just Shezhnaya to Sumeru” Dottore was holding you tighter and tighter from each step the fatui took, “just Sumeru please-!”

Teleport

“They got away sir-“

Shot

The agent’s body fell limp to the ground, blood spewing out of his skull leaving a crimson snowflake to the ground.

“Dispose the body, his family won’t be very happy about the news. That he failed to do a simple order.”

— time skip —

Dottore was holding (Y/n) and Fell to the concrete ground on his back, “physics…” then he got a spear above his face, it was a Sumeru guard, he was shocked that he made it to Sumeru but felt so lightheaded and drained, “how the hell did you got here, and stand up!” Dottore tried but he felt like he was gonna puke, “please- I just need her to be at- a medical station or a doctor- she’s bleeding badly-“ the guard kept his spear at him and moved his head to see (Y/n) and fear was his eyes, “(Y/n)!?” The guard dropped his spear and picked (Y/n) up brittle style, and ran to the big green palace, “good- *sniff* fuck-“ tears ran down Dottore eyes, weak sorrowful tears that just won’t stop, he put his gloved hands on his eyes, to hide his shame from everyone, the two guards that were around protecting Nahida palace were shocked, Dottore just remembered he has trackers on his vest and boot, so his “fatui friends” would “help” and find him, he got the one in his left side of his vest and frosted it and smashed it in his palm and try to sit up again because there was one under boot, ‘“tch”, and slowly got up, and took it and frosted that one and smashed it, one of the guard’s from the palace; walk up to Dottore and point a spear to Dottore’s face, “why did you destroy those-“ “how idiotic can you simpletons can be, I destroy my trackers so no- no one get… fuck… hurt” the guard noticed Dottore was clutching his stomach region, “how did you- teleported here?”

Dottore couldn’t care less so he showed the guard the cryo vision, “a delusion?”

“No, my vision…”

The guard tried to speak up again but Dottore shut him up.

“I got it, from saving (Y/n), she was dying, and…”

Suddenly Dottore felt prickles in his abdomen, small roses spikes that were stabbing his insides, it felt like it was growing up fast, slowly going up his throat, “aa— *cough* *cough*” rose petals were coughing up from his throat, the guard was worryingly confused until Nahida came into view. “Leave.” The guard walked back to his post, “didn’t I tell you were banished from coming here.”

“Yes— but- *cough* I was banished from Shezhnaya too—“ “So you think you can just come back-“ “No—“

The prickles were getting to his lungs, it was hard to breathe, “I— *gasp* I wanted to save— fuck— I can’t—“ “CANT what Il Dottore!” “I— COULDN'T LEAVE HER- OK—“ Dottore was trying to breathe but couldn’t, with little strength he had he punched his chest to try to break the prickles, but that just made it worse, he just coughed out some more blood and crimson petals, his lightheaded head was turning to a migraine, “please— I’m- *gasp* sorry I took her from you—“ Nahida was shocked… hearing a man that use to have so much pride and thought everything was a sick joke; begging, begging for his life, Nahida sighed, and killed off the roses that she made his body, Dottore gasped for air and had some coughing fit but at least he was breathing again…

“When you feel alright I want you out, out of this region, you are banned from seeing (Y/n), i hope you rot in the abyss.”

And Nahida just walked back to her palace not even looking back.

Dottore laid on the ground for a while, waiting for his dear (Y/n) to recover…

— time skip (3 hours past) —

After he felt recovered, by using his cryo elements, to put some ice on his wounds, he waited by the stairs, while his wounds slowly heal, he felt so exhausted, this migraine isn’t helping either, he growled in frustration; he started to stare at his gloves again and put his gloved hands to his forehead, and a ice coolness cooled his head, a sigh of relief came out of him, until he heard one of the guards from the palace coming near him, “scram…”

“I should be the one saying That to you.” The guard spoke.

“…”

“Hey don’t ignore me. Leave and leave-“

“This region I get it…”

Dottore slowly got up, he felt dizzy, ‘fuck’ “leave!” “Tch…” and slowly walked down the long steep walkway, the sun felt hotter than usual, ‘I hope I’m not having a fever… Well lots of blood loss, open wounds, using cryo to close them up, having an awful migraine, and out of breath.’ He slowed his pace and made it to the bottom, food stations were everywhere, Dottore was breathing heavy; he sweating bullets, “fu— *breathing heavy* where’s a chair or bench—“ as Dottore was panting while looking downward , a woman came up with concern, “sir are you-?” While Dottore looked up just the slightest, she had a horrified look, “sorry- I must go!” Dottore felt miserable, ‘stupid face, stupid scar, stupid people…” when he felt less dizzy, he straightened himself up but hid his face with a hand when someone looked, he slowly walked through treasures street and passed the grand bazaar entrance, ‘damn this heat’.

Everyone was staring daggers and disgusted looks, he sighed in a shaking breath, and walked to the fence and leaned on it, two people were talking behind the blacksmith building and saw Dottore, and ran off.

Dottore just groaned in disappointment; ‘Not a single person is gonna help me, hehe , why wouldn’t they, I murdered countless of people, test subjects thousands or maybe even millions over the years, strangled men and women’, he put his gloved hands over his face, he shakily soft laughed, ‘how do you care for someone like me, you were afraid of me at first, but you just had me wrapped around your sweet little finger, showing the equivalent of love in a short while of time, how touch starved, I can be around you, I always wanted to try to get close to you but the law and the act in Shezhnaya is to not get close to someone, show no emotions, no love, just pure rage, and arson, everywhere you walk; you were afraid of Shezhnaya, terrified of me… but you stop being fearful, instead of fear, you were concerned and worried about me, why— why were you concerned about me, is because to torment me, to change my motives, for the good and not for the rotting evil of a harbinger’, his hands were freezing up slowly, ‘why— was it because it took me a year to finally understand what you were doing to me… how— you just…

No, no— what am I saying, you were a woman that got tooken away from your homeland, so of course, she needed someone else to talk to… and you just talking to me, made me feel vulnerable, haven’t felt that in years, being slightly immoral, can be so lonely and trapped, but you changed that, which— fuck.. god damn it!… Hehe—‘ his lips started to quiver; and he slowly turned his back to the fence and sat down on the concrete floor, he put his head back with his eyes closed… ‘What am I gotta do with you, oh (Y/n)…’

—- time skip —

The small nap was interrupted by there royal fucking guards again, “didn’t I tell you to scram.”

“Didn’t I tell you, I have no were to go…”

“I don’t care, you need to leave.”

“I can't leave this place that far anyway, I’ll be dead in mere seconds…”

“And-“

“I’m already dying anyway, I’m using my ice to repeatedly covering up my wounds, I feel unsteady when I walk, I’m just stuck here with no medical attention-“

“Don’t you have your own medical supplies, you are called the doctor.”

Dottore looked like he was about to murder this man. “They took my supplies at Shezhnaya and I can’t get any, because everyone is afraid of me…” he said while gritting his teeth.

“Yeah, because you're a murder and a freak.”

Dottore’s anger turned to disappointment because of hearing it again or just several times. “Tch” the guard left with annoyance, ‘just leave me the fuck alone… I’ll skin you…’ Dottore sighs and lays his head on his knee. After some minutes his stomach growled, ‘I can handle this later’ and rest his migraine away…

— time skip (the next day) —

Dottore woke up from his stomach growling again, but it slightly hurt this time, ‘hmm how long was I asleep…' ' he felt undizzy, his wounds felt a lot better, but they felt they might reopen again, if he doesn’t be careful. So he slowly got up and rubbed the dirt off, and looked up and saw the dark blue sky filled with stars, he looked back at the stalls and saw people still working, he walked past the blacksmith and went to his left, and arrived at the first food stall.

“May I-“ the person at the stall, put a close sign up and rushed to the back of his stall. “Fine.”

Walked to the next

“Can-“ and did the same thing but covered his shop up.

‘Idiots’

He walked to several others but they all said no, the last one was the bar and they locked it, before he even knocked on the door, “FINE.” He walk up to one of the tables and sat down on one of the chairs, it was more comfortable then, sitting on the concrete, he put his arms on the table and rest his head on them, trying to ignore his stomach even though it hurts, each time it growled, he sucked his stomach in to stop the pain, the guard from either was walking passed by and saw Dottore, he shocked his head walked away to his spot again.

‘Darn this body’ Dottore put his head back down. A couple minutes passed and a brave young waitress came up to him.

“Sir, you-“

“I need to leave, I get, but I can’t go anywhere, because…” he puts his head up with annoyance, “If I leave, I die, I have a bounty on my head, from the fatui, I can’t go to liyue, mondstadt, Shezhnaya, or any other regions, you can think of, because apparently I’m still fatui to everyone but I’m not.

“Why is-“

“Why you might ask, because a archon I made a deal with, to take her assistant instead of the electro gnosis, because I thought I NEEDED an assistant because all my segments were dead; so I did. And what did that get me?”

“…”

“A change of perspective in life…”

“And that’s a bad thing, why?”

“It’s not… I just… I don’t know, I lost all my work, because of a single person…”

There was an awkward silence. Not until Dottore’s stomach was craving for food once more, it made Dottore look away from embarrassment. She saw how he slightly tense up each time it craved.

“Do you… have mora?”

“I do…”

“I'll.. try to negotiate with my boss, and give you one of are menus”

Dottore looked back dumbfounded, “you're not scared of me?”

“No, well maybe a little, everyone knows what you did in the past was terrible, but you definitely changed, when you got down here you didn’t even attack anyone or hurt anyone, even when the other stores faked out they were sold out or they were closed, you just walk off… I saw you when you first walked down the walkway; when I was doing food deliveries…so don’t beat yourself up… I’ll be right back…”

She went back inside, and tried to negotiate with her boss. It took an hour in a half but she came back with not a menu but a well down steak, with potatoes and fish fries on the side and also put down a glass of water, “sorry, we argue for awhile, so while we argued I made a meal for you, I hope you like it. If not, I can change it.”

Dottore was so focused on the food in front of him that he forgot the waitress was there, he shook his head and looked at the waitress, “sorry dear, and the food looks delicious so no changes but here.”

Instead of giving mora he gave a gold coin, it almost looked like a gold nugget, but it was certainly not mora. She was shocked, her eyes were slightly puffy, “also this is for your boss, for hiring an amazing chef.” He gave yet another gold coin. He was about to pick up his fork, but she hugged him. “Thank you— so much—“ his body tense up, but she let go, “ *sniff* also you're not terrifying as people say you are; having a massive scar on your face doesn't make you look scary, you're actually quite handsome- well thank you again, have a good meal!” And she left.

‘I’m not terrifying’ he touched his face with his left hand, and touched his scar. ‘Handsome…’ he put his hand down and was about to eat again until he heard her boss cheering with joy from inside the bar.

“You're welcome.”

And started to eat his food.

— time skip (the next day) —

Dottore felt at ease, walking around Sumeru, less stares happened around, some people pity him, some of them stare with hatred, and some look with sad looks, the little waitress incident probably brought the whole town on a good note. Even some nurses or doctors ask for medical facts, which was surprising. Nahida was still a bit, spectacle on Dottore, so she made Al Haitham have a close eye on him.

While he was walking he was thinking back to what you said, when you both were at his lab.

—

“Why do you test on humans anyway?”

“To check what was their cause of death, to see their blood cells can generate more blood cells than any normal human being, to see if their soul can go into mechanical matter, or you might say a robot or droids.”

“Has.. anyone healed much faster than a normal being?

“No. Haven’t got anyone to heal much faster than anyone, I would say only archons can do that, not unless you kill them fast enough.”

(Y/n) kinda tense up from that. Dottore noticed this. And looked back on his notes.

“Sorry dear, I know if I frighten you but I’m not thinking of hurting lesser lord kusanali, or have her dead, I haven’t killed an archon in years so you're fine.”

“You killed archons.”

“Some but very few, couldn’t get samples. I was planning to help with my segments but that’s a long waste now.”

“What if… you found someone with that ability?”

He finally looked back up with a questionable look, “if I did I would’ve been more immoral than I already am?”

“You're immortal?”

“Not really, but I can age once every 50 years.”

“That’s pretty short compared to archons.”

“It is… but why do you ask?”

“Umm… I used to have a friend that was half archon, she lived half the life span as an archon does, but that’s still more than any other humans, she meant.”

“Is she-“

“She passed away years ago from a spear to the heart.”

“…”

“But she could've lived longer, if the spear missed her heart by some inches she would’ve lived, they said when she was comatose sometimes the only way you knew she woke up or fully healed is when it rains…”

“Was her mother, Amphitrite.”

“Yes.”

“And her father?”

“A human of course, but unknown.”

“Maybe… nevermine.”

And he went back to his studies.

—-

‘Half-achron…’

When he was walking up to the green palace to see if he could check on (Y/n) , it started to rain… it started to drizzle, but when he got closer to the last steps. It was pouring, his coat was getting soaked but he couldn’t care less…

“Shot it’s pouring hard…”

“Yeah…” Both guards said; they both walked back to the palace.

Until…

Door slam open

“Zandik!?!”

“Your- your a-“

Before he could say anything else.

She flew right in his arms, he had to take aback what happened, ‘you have wings, you have hydro vision, you— you're the half archon?!?!’

“I’m— sorry I didn’t tell you, who I was-“

“You were terrified (Y/n), I wouldn’t doubt you for telling me before either…”

She just softly giggled, they both hugged for a while until Nahida stepped out, she was frustrated, she didn’t even notice Dottore, , “(Y/n)! You're still healing-“ she saw Dottore, she wanted to stop him, but after she saw (Y/n) genuinely happy, her frustration cooled down, she had a sad but forgiving smile, she walked down gently. Little music notes each time she stepped, the rain was lessing out, to a soft drizzle.

Dottore looked down at (Y/n) and (Y/n) looked back, she had shuck a gentle smile, then he looked at her wings, they were like blobs of water, but as shiny as sapphires, gentle gemstones that can shatter in a simple touch. He put his hand through her wings, they were warm, “your hands are cold even through your gloves”, “sorry… still new to these visions…” “hehe”, her laugh was generally cute… “is your vision really next to your heart…”

“It is…” she made her vision glow; her skin glowed slightly where her heart was located. “I’m very fragile; when there’s no rain out; I’ll be shattered like a glass heart; lefted like dirt and grime; lefted like the abyss.”

“But when there is rain, your power grows like a sunflower, looks beautiful, when it consumes sunlight, but mellows down when there isn’t…”

(Y/n)’s cheeks blushed, which made Dottore chuckle; closed his eyelids and delicately kissed her forehead, “then I’ll treat you delicately like a sweet little sunflower, love…”

The drizzling was just near drips.

Click

Dottore's eyes shot and looked to the stairway that was leading downward and saw Captaino, he had a gun that had a large harpoon at the end of it, pointing at (Y/n). He moved her behind him, and the drizzle slowly went back to rain.

“Sorry to cancel your plans, but oh Dottore, we wouldn’t want your poor princess to be hurt don’t we…”

“Back. Off.”

“So demanding. when it comes to her, I wonder… is it because she is a half-archon.”

Dottore was about to speak up, but…

“Oh I knew from the very start; when she arrived to are quarters, when the harbingers and I saw you stepped in with her, we thought you were going show some murderest game, that was going to a irrupt, but we got it all wrong, that little glass heart was your assistant, how she hid behind you, when we had other meetings, I did some digging and found out that she’s a little straight angle of a archon, her other half is a mere human; I kept silent for so long, because i was wondering, what in the world are you toying with a half-fucking-archon.”

“…”

“Hehe, but you weren’t toying with her, your cold shivering heart, couldn’t seem to understand how a kind and beautiful sunflower can change your reality…”

“Hmmp, I guess that’s why they put me as the 2nd harbinger; I’m well known for my facts that… how should I say it… oh! That love can show more meaning than some garbage gadgets.”

Captaino was silent and pointed the gun at Nahida. He shot the harpoon at Nahida, Dottore put an ice wall before the harpoon could hit her.

“Clever… oh so clever…”

“Miss Kusanali! Are you ok-“

Captaino clicked something on his gun, and the harpoon grappled back, the edge of the harpoon sliced the throat of the Sumeru guard.

“Kaasska—“ the guard was gagging, crimson blood was pouring out of his neck and mouth, he was looking at Nahida for help.

“*sigh* So annoying…”

Captaino moved his left arm up and revealed the shotgun from before.

Shot

“See that wasn’t hard was it… Now.”

Captaino Pointed it at Nahida, but before he can shoot Nahida, Dottore teleported Nahida and the other guard into the green palace and blocked the entrance with solid ice.

Captaino growled with anger in his veins. “You-“

“Me what! You're not killing any archons or any more of Lesser lord Kusanali’s people.”

“Well that’s a shame… because… that half-archon is more valuable…”

“Tch…”

Dottore grabbed a hold of (Y/n)’s wrist and teleported them to the akademiya back entrance that leads to the green palace.

“Zandik?!?! What about Nahida-“

“She’ll be fine! Capitano is aiming towards you; as a rock of captain he is, he’ll do anything for that person to be dead…”

Dottore picked up (Y/n) bridal style and ran into the akademiya building, “everyone get the hell out of here! There’s-“

Captaino broke the door to the back entrance, everyone screamed in panic and ran out. Dottore ran next door to the library, he closed the door and blocked it with yet another solid ice wall.

“Everyone up the elevator now, there’s a murderest fatui harbinger in this building!”

Everyone went up the elevator, it was cramped but everyone got up… apparently they turned off the elevator so no one else could enter. When Dottore got close to the elevator the lower floor was wide open because the power was off…

“(Y/n)…”

“Zandik don’t-“

Dottore dropped her down the elevator shaft and blocked the entrance with solid ice before she could fly up quickly.

“ZANDIK!”

Her voice was slightly muffled because of the ice. The door behind him smashed open. And the man himself; Captaino, has walked in.

“am I interrupting something…”

It made Dottore fist curl, and he turned around to look at Captaino.

“Let’s just get this over with…”

“My pleasure…”

— time skip (I suck at writing fight scenes 🥸) —

Al Haitham POV

I ran into the akademiya, I looked to my left and saw Dottore looked like he was at his limit; Captaino looked like he was unflinched but with bleeding deep cuts.

“LET ME OUT— PLEASE—“

Al Haitham heard (Y/n) from the elevator shalf and ran to it.

“Al Haitham?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of there!”

Al Haitham used his sword to crack the ice. “Cover your eyes!” (Y/n) covered her eyes with her hands, Al Haitham was about to break the ice, “damn it…” and with one final hit, it broke.

(Y/n)’s POV

When the ice broke, (Y/n) flew up, and saw Dottore, he was on his back, looking afraid and powerless.

“Well… it was nice knowing you Dottore”

Click

“Sleep Well… old friend…”

‘No—‘

Before Captaino shot Dottore with a harpoon, (Y/n) swoops in and got shot straight through the heart by pushing Dottore out of the way.

“NOO—“

Before Captaino would say selfish remark, with the last of her powers she used the water from her wings and made it to a thin line, to cut right through Captaino’s neck, it was like she cut through paper…

“Bastard-“

Captaino’s body fell limped and his head moved just slightly away from his body.

Dottore’s POV

“No— no, why—“

Dottore crawled up next to you. At the tip of the harpoon had your slowly pumping heart and the poor shattered vision was clinging on it, grasping for life but can’t.

“Zan—“

“Stop— I can fix this—“

(Y/n)‘s body was slowly starting to shake, her eyes were blurring up because of the amount of tears there were.

Dottore tried to touch her heart that was slowly decreasing by the second, but with little strength she had left she held his wrist weakly.

“Zandik- it's no use—“

“No- I can fix this—“

“Zan— just stop—“

Dottore looked back at her, then at her heart one final time; her heart stopped, her vision didn’t have that beautiful glow anymore.

“Za- remember when I said— *cough*

She coughed out some blood, crimson droplets dangling from her mouth.

“Remember— how I said… you can do so much in so little time— when you're close to someone…”

“Don’t say—“

“I’m— glad that I get… to meet someone like you— in such little time I had…

“Sweetheart-“ Dottore hold her right hand, “your— fuck— FUCK—“

“Zandik—“

“Yes- sweetheart—“

She moved her hand that was holding his wrist and moved her hand to his soft cheek.

“Stay strong for me, ok…”

“I— I can’t- I’m nothing; nothing, without you.”

“Zan—“

Everything felt blurred, her soft hand fell limp to the ground, her chest stopped slowly moving, her eyes was lifeless, her bright delicate smile was nowhere to be seen… Nahida ran in and sobbed what she witnessed, Al haitham quietly sobbed too.

“Sweetheart…”

Dottore had clumps of tears falling down on (Y/n)’s face.

“I’m sorry—“

Dottore slowly lowered his head and placed it on yours…

“I’m sorry— my little delicate sunflower…”

When a bird is alive... It eats ants. When the bird has died... ants eat it. One tree can be made into a million matchsticks... but only one match is needed to burn a million trees…

Circumstances can change at any time... Don't devalue or hurt anyone in this life... You may be powerful today but time is more powerful than you…

[eggcheeseham-ster]

I love RyuTeru since I was a child (11 years old) I'm glad to find another artist who likes it, Could you give me your Headcanons? I'd like to see what you think about them.

Pardon my language but holy fuck I thought I'd never find anyone else that likes it as much as me 😭. had to do a double take when I read the ask I legit thought I was hallucinating - anyway! I rmbr having posted some hcs about them before but I'm too lazy to dig it up so I'll dump it here

(bonus tobio and tetsuya crumbs i like to think the 4 of them as a happy friend group):

They are both early birds, but sometimes they sleep in on weekends. 

Teru drinks coffee and Ryutaro drinks tea. Ryutaro dislikes the strong, bitter taste of coffee even when there's a shitload of creamer in it (once Ryutaro made Tobio drink tea and he added soda in it).

Teru enjoys spoiling his loved ones.. Ryutaro often tells him to not spoil him too much. I like to think when they form a family in the future Teru is the parent that drags the entire (reluctant)  family out for shopping.

Whenever Teru falls sick, Ryutaro would use aromatherapy to ail his symptoms such as fragrant incense and essential oils.

Whenever Ryutaro falls sick Teru makes him soup. Granted it's canned soup but it's the thought that counts (i hc teru being an awful cook more lr8)

Teru is absolutely the one that gives really cheesy nicknames and it makes Ryutaro cringe to high heaven. But he tolerates it because he likes seeing Teru smile :) 

Teru is extremely soft (literally). He takes damn good care of himself I just know his hair is soft. Bedtime cuddles are also soft. I can imagine his sleeping robes are super comfy.. Ryutaro has to compete with everyone else for hugs :(

Teru has a sweet tooth and enjoys cafe hopping. Fluffy pancakes with LOTS of maple syrup, ice cream waffles, sundaes etc. The things he orders are enough to give Ryutaro a heart attack, so he just sticks to drinks. Give him a break, his entire diet is just rice and grilled fish. 

Among the dss trio I'd feel like Ryutaro is the least petty but he can be extremely petty when it comes down to it. Whenever he's mad at Tobio and Tetsuya he'd let Teru be in charge of dinner. No one has the heart to say no when they see Teru's eyes light up in joy as he brainstorms recipes to try out.

Both of them are really good at makeup and self care. They do each other's makeup and hair. They also spend an ungodly amount of time in the bathroom. You want to hang out with these two? Waiting time is 2 hours.

Teru is the one to initiate dates and plans them. Their first couple of dates are the usual restaurant/mall/movie dates. But when Teru learns of Ryutaro's dislike of crowds they move their dates to more outdoorsy locations, like parks.  

Ryutaro can be dense. He doesn't pick up on flirting or pick up lines. I feel like the same goes with jokes they fly by over his head and you need to explain the joke to him, which instantly makes it unfunny and awkward.

Tobio and Tetsuya are the perpetual unfortunate third wheelers. They get it, they're single. Can Ryuteru stop holding hands and looking at each other?? They didn't sign up for this.

I can imagine Ryuteru travelling together after battle bladers for a while before bumping into Tobio and Tetsuya randomly. Tobio thinks they're just besties,, until he sees them holding hands and his brain explodes. Mostly from the fact that he can't believe this fortune telling weirdo got on with someone. Someone so pretty in fact??

Tetsuya is usually in his world most of the time and at first he doesn't realise he's third wheeling. But after he catches on he'd be sick of their bs after a while.

Teru would be super sweet to the two,, he'd be very patient with tetsuya and listen to him rambling about his crab friends.. The crabs like Teru as well :) 

I am so deep into delulu that I gave them a fankid. he doesn't have a name actually I just call him blue baby because he's just a mini ryutaro. absolutely nothing goes on in that pea sized brain but his parents still love him anyway <3 if you want I can make a separate post about adult ryuteru and their spawn because this one is rly long alr.

[redsaurrce]

KINKTOBER SPECIAL

Dune Of Danger

𓈈 Who would get killed between the fight of the good and the evil? No- Who would get killed between the fight of the evil and the more evil?

PAIRING: Yandere Sand artist wizard!Hoseok X Evil fem!reader

GENRE: Magician au, sand wizard artist au, reincarnation au

WARNINGS: SMUT, YANDERE and OBSESSIVE themes, Profanity, kissing, use of sand during sexual intercourse, cumming, p*ssy licking, breast play

WORD COUNT: 2. 7 K

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Evil. Lord created you evil with intentions of killing you by punishing you in the end for your misdeeds. You scoff everytime you think about it, your parents have taught you how to behave, how should the evils behave, the same way their parents have taught them and so on.. it was a lineage, even if it was evil. Even if it was inevitable, no matter how much you didn't like the idea of misleading humans, you always ended up doing it subconsciously.

As if this trait was present in your genes.

So you decided to take your swirl of evilness and direct it towards the bad people instead. For species of your clan, not harming at least one human once a week would make you lose your sanity, you start going insane, you feel your skin getting burned up.

In order to avoid the pain, the evil has to play its role. It was inevitable indeed. You grew up learning these things and at the age of eighteen you were officially assigned the job to mislead people into doing bad things.

And you did, because of you a whole rumor in Incheon spread like a wild fire within the past week- a rumor that there's a witch in the town.

You had your face hidden with a cloak when you heard a camaraderie talking among themselves on the table behind you. "Woah this soju is heaven!" A man said in ecstasy, "Damn it! This is the only thing keeping me sane while my woman is fucking other men when I'm not around." He said as his voice suddenly filled up with remorse.

"And you allow her to do that?" Another man snickered while whirling his tiny glass. "As if! I give her a good beating but she never fucking listens." He exasperated.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden confession. "Nah man maybe she doesn't know how beastly a man can get." A third man piped in, he continued, "if you allow me, let me fuck her too sometime." He winked.

The previous man scoffed, "Why would you do that when you have such a sexy woman as your wife?"

"You find my wife sexy? Dang you sound like you like her or something? How about we sleep with each other's wives for a few nights" With every passing minute their conversation kept on growing disgusting, how dare they think of their wives as some freaking toys?

"This is so unfair, why am I getting missed out?" The third person said pitifully. "I can share mine with you tonight." Another new voice spoke.

Enough! You couldn't hear these douchebags anymore so you stood up and left the bar tent.

-

Jimin switched on the news channel while he made designs on the pile of sand spread evenly on his wooden table. He used to run a workshop for people interested in sand art every weekends. It was early in the morning when he usually comes at 6 o'clock to clean his workshop then start making art for reference for his students who usually come at 9.

It was 8:43 in the morning currently when he made art while watching the news on the TV.

"Four men around their late thirties have been found hanging in the center square street, police have declared it as a suicide since there are no signs of any external perpetrator. Many locals believe that is the work of the witch who has been going around killing people who are known to be awful. We have a woman who's been the neighbor of one of the victims."

The news reporter passed a mic to a woman who seemed to be in her fifties, "The man who lived upstairs was completely vile, I often heard loud noise of beatings and screams of his wife and whenever he was away, I invited her over to spend some time at our unit. One day the man burst open our door and dragged away his wife harshly. All happening in front of my eyes."

"Haven't you thought of lodging a complaint to the police?" The reporter asked.

"I have but when the police arrived, the couple said there was no problem with them and after the police were gone I heard her scream throughout the night. It really really broke my heart. I have suggested her several methods to escape from him but the man always found her." Tears ran down the lady's cheeks as she remembered the incidents, "He became so delusional that his wife was actually going around cheating on him." She sniffed. "Poor girl, she deserved none of these, I'm actually content that her husband's gone. She can heal now."

Jimin closed the news as he heard the footsteps and faint chatters of his students coming in.

"Hey did you hear about the witch?" Rei whispered among her friends, "Yeah and I totally look upto her. They should call her a fairy instead of witch to be honest." Wonyoung pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Right! Hollywood has romanticized superheroes killing off villains, what about our witch who is actually punishing bad people in real life?" Yuna said while opening her converse to keep on the shoe shelf. Jimin had strictly instructed for no one to enter the art room wearing shoes, it makes the place messier given how they worked with sand.

"Alright everyone, gather around here and observe this sand art." He smiled at his students.

"This art.. " Jimin blinked at Mi-jo's side who felt uncomfortable looking at the artwork.

"What is it Mijo?" He asked. "Why did you draw someone dying?" She asked him.

He had a crooked smile, "Do you see his body getting mixed with the sand?"

She nodded lightly and the rest of his students paid more attention to what he was about to say. "You guys know about zodiac signs right?" Everyone said yes in unison.

He exhaled and began, "Water, fire, earth and air signs.. do you know what's common in all of these?" The students shook their heads at his question.

He had a fade smile, "when you look up, all these signs depend on different constellations but, when you look down at your feet that touches the ground, there's sand. The thing common in all these signs is that no matter whatever the person's sign is.. they are going to return to the very sand one day, without any discrimination." He explained.

Jimin chuckled, "Alright class, let's begin our work."

"But sir we have marble below our feet instead of sand." The rest of the class including Jimin started laughing at Niki's words.

"Hey you get the meaning right, so stay quiet." Chaewon laughed and said.

-

"Mom I get it that you don't care about me but I'm about to die and I don't even know why, yet how are you so chill about it?" You looked at her in bewilderment.

"WHAT? A death order? What did I do mom?" You were flabbergasted and circled around the table to reach at her side.

"I don't know, a notice came through the mail and told you to visit the wizard's house for any query." Your mother said while reading her book by the fireplace.

"Look, I'm not a human so don't expect any humanly love from me Y/N, I get that your previous life's mother was sweet to you, but I've always been from the evil clan, I don't care if you die or not."

"You are truly evil." You whispered in anger as you clutched the paper of notice and stormed outside.

You went to the building written in the mail and cross checked the address, you were at the right place.

There were some bold letters on the entrance. "Yarel academy? Is the wizard a teacher or something?" You pondered.

You went inside but the rooms seemed empty, that's when you heard something rustle, you quickly went towards the direction of the sound and found a person doing some work. "Excuse me, do you know someone named Seungho here?"

The person looked up, you contorted your eyebrows as you looked at him. Hoseok?

"It's me. Seungho." He looked at you with a spark in his eyes. "Do you need an admission here?"

Seungho? So he played with his name Jung Hoseok a little and made this pseudonym?

You scoffed at him, "Did you summon my death request on purpose?" you raised your left eyebrow. He smiled and looked at you, "Seems like you know me."

"Quit the play Hoseok!" Your words dripped with venom. He looked at your gaze, it was new, it was evil. But that's who you were.

"Woah woah calm down Y/N, blaming others won't take you anywhere." He said with his hands dancing.

His smile grew sinister, "I was afraid you'd have forgotten me, Y/N."

Your eyes twitched, "How could I forget you? You, because of whom I lost my life in Sandezel and has been reborn as the evil- meanwhile you?! You live the same even after being reincarnated once again. You should've been in my place instead."

Your eyes grew narrow and you strided near his table of sand and grabbed him by collar, you looked at his eyes with pure hate, his eyes which had no regret, no shame.

"Did you already forget? You told me to burn down the papers of the head angel saying that it was inked with the devil's blood?" He looked at you intently as you said so.

"But who told you to listen to me?"

"You were the fucking head angel's top most guard. How could I not listen to you?" Hoseok nodded slowly at your reasoning.

"So.. why did you do it? Why did you tell me to do it?" You asked him with wide eyes, you've been waiting for this particular day ever since your memories from your past life have returned, and that was when you were six.

"Did you forget as well already? You refused to be my girlfriend Y/N. If I couldn't have you, it was better for us both to die." He said as he grabbed your hand tightly to remove it from his collar.

"You're unbelievable Hoseok, even after you are reborn as the sand wizard, you still think we can be together. I would rather choose death again, and this time voluntarily. It's better than to be your girlfriend." You said but just then you felt something brush off your hand.

You grinned and looked at him with craze, "No need. Just kill me."

You looked down at your hand which he was still holding, you quickly snatched your hand away in fright.

"Relax, the sand that fell off your skin were just some dead cells of your skin, but you now know well that you evil can't touch a single hair of us sand wizards'. We can turn you into sand anyday, anytime, anyway we want." He grabbed your chin and made you look at him, "And just because I'm not from the evil clan doesn't make me ignorant from the fact that once the evil dies, they are never reincarnated. I'm not telling you to be my girlfriend this time, just sleep with me once.. that'll be enough and I'll hand you over the paper for your request for death." He smirked as he saw your eyeballs shake a little.

He liked it, he liked this aura of yours, it was strangely turning him on, "Don't you want to continue to save a few more victims before you die, Y/N. I'm sure there are more disgusting men out there that you want to kill. You need to live Y/N but- I'm going to kill you."

A tiny tornado of sand started whirling on his palm, "Tell me Y/N, will you give me what I want and survive to save innocent people or rather die in vain?"

You grit your teeth as the memories of the men inside the tent flashed in your memory, "Just one night right? Fine. Just one night and hand me over the paper."

He smiled and ceased the whirl of sand. "Good decision."

-

You came inside the house he had given you the address of. You opened your magenta colored cloak hanged it on the stand and went to the room he directed you to go through the text message.

You opened the door to reveal him half lying and supporting his head with his folded arm.

The door closed behind you on its own just like the main door.

You opened your shirt and pants and sat beside him.

He ran his hand along your elbow and he back hugged you. You felt his breath tickle the skin of your neck. His hand ran down to your back and he opened your bra, letting it fall. He started kissing your collarbone as he went down and tore your panty.

He kissed your neck with eyes closed, leaving open kisses on your neck then your jaw and then turned you around to face him.

He looked at his palm for a second and a pile of sand gathered in it, he closed his fist and brought it above your chest and let them fall slowly.

The sand particles rolled down your chest, he brought his hand and brushed off your breasts, a little roughly. "I shouldn't let any sand remain on your boobs so that i dont get them inside my mouth later on.. right baby?" You immediately closed your eyes as he picked each sand particle one by one off your boobs and then your nipple in a way that he was pinching them.

He brought his mouth near them and blew some air, "Now they look clean." Then he kissed your boobs and starting sucking one while his hand was busy playing with the other one.

He then came up and deep kissed you for a significant amount of time leaving you breathless so you tried sucking air out of his mouth. He detached and you both pant for air.

"Y/N... here... take this sand and write your name on my chest." He created another pile of sand and gave it in your hands as he laid down and made you sit on his dick letting it enter your vagina.

You thought it was just another demand of Hoseok so you did it without a question.

You leaned down and wrote your name on his chest while you were overwhelmed by the pleasure of his hands working on your ass. Writing your name was simple, anyone can do that even if they had almost no sense left.

He thrusted his dick deeper as you finished writing, it made you arch backwards. He repeated the action until you cummed.

He made you lay down and he went down to lick your pussy. You were so delicious, you were so evil. Everything about you made him crazy for you.

-

You woke up in the morning to find Hoseok missing from your side but instead there was a file of documents. You quickly sat up and looked at it. Those were the papers of your request and order of your death. You immediately tore them to pieces and burn them using your powers.

Finally you felt liberated.

You got up to leave his home just when you felt something tight in your ankle. You looked down to see a think chain forming and appearing to clutch your ankle. You forcefully tried to break it and also used your spells but it wasn't working out.

Just then Hoseok came and stood at the door. "Hoseok what the hell is this?" He came near and held your hand and you the chain disappearing. "Here, read this document, the breakfast is ready so come quickly." He kissed your forehead catching you off guard and you quickly stepped away. "What the fuck are you insane?!" He smirked and left.

Weird.

You opened the document and read-

"According the Act 578 section D-9 of the Supra Celestial laws, evil and wizard can claim each other by writing their names on each other's chest using water/sand. Once the act is performed they will never become separable, thoughts of leaving the other will result in immediate confinement at the same spot through water/sand chains with which the names were written.

With this act, we, the heaven coordinators and jury give our blessings to Miss Eun Y/N and Mister Jung Hoseok to become inseparable."

You gasped as you read the document, you felt dumbfounded, you felt numb. Last night he made you write your name on his chest and he would've probably done the same while you had no idea.

You felt vulnerable, you felt danger.

He was the dune of danger who now caused a storm in your life.

Hoseok smiled to himself.

TYSM my dandelions of a vast meadow for reading this fic 💖 💗 hope you enjoyed and ofc, ur feedback is HIGHLY appreciated❤ MWAH!!

[larytello]

I don't see enough people (none at all) talking about these specific "the challenge of sleeping when it's way too hot" issues: People with sensory issues and people with physical "I have no control over it" issues.

Let me explain bc this is what's happening to me these last nights and it's making me exhausted all day long simply because I seem to NOT HAVE A SINGLE GOOD NIGHT OF SLEEP as of lately with all this heat. Under "keep reading" because it got a little longer than I expected.

1- I'm not sure if this should be counted as a sensory issue bc neurotypicals around me often invalidate it, but I don't sleep well if I'm not covered. Like, I don't feel safe, my brain just absolutely REFUSES to relax to allow me to rest. I need a cover, a blanket, no matter if it's big/heavy/fluffy or just the thinnest bedsheet ever - I just need something OVER me in order to feel ok enough to sleep comfortably. And this is a big issue™ when it's way too fucking hot at night and you can't cover yourself without melting in a sweat puddle sticking to your bed in a matter of a few minutes.

"Well, if it's so hot, you can turn on the fan or an AC if you got one!" Aaaaaand that's where we get into issue #2

2- Everytime I fall asleep, since forever, both my eyes and my mouth hang open. Really. My eyes stay half open when I sleep and I spend ALL FUCKING NIGHT not blinking as much as I should - they shouldn't even stay open when I sleep at all so there's that too. It's a wonder how I still don't need glasses and my sight is still somewhat perfect tbh. And of course there's nothing I can do about it. I'm asleep for fucks sake.

But then again, what happens when you have a fan or an AC on you while you sleep with eyes and mouth hanging open and you can't consciously keep them fucking shut as they should? They DRY. THEY FUCKING DRY. I wake up with eyes and throat stinging, dry saliva on the corners of my lips actively hurting them because when I move my lips upon waking up, they crack the skin and it HURTS as a bitch. I need to blink for several minutes, sometimes use eyedrops to help with my eyes, they hurt a lot too. And I hate the sensation of those eyedrops. They "taste" bad in my eyes.

So literally, during tropical summer plus global warming and the weather going crazier EVERY PASSING YEAR, every night is a not funny game of choosing if I keep the fan on and sleep with a cover (which makes me still feel like I'm melting even with the fan on me 🥵), or do I sleep without a cover for the temperature to be tolerable but then my body refuses to relax and I can't sleep well one way or another???? Btw I'm poor, my house doesn't have an AC, but I tried to sleep with an AC at my aunt's several times and I couldn't fucking SPEAK the next day. Which is a damn problem when you're a teacher.

And people wonder why I'm exhausted all day long lately. No wonder, I can't sleep well. Even if the fan is not directed to my head, the wind still goes around in the room and the slightest breeze is enough to dry my eyes when I'm not blinking them BECAUSE I AM ASLEEP.

Not to mention I'm currently STILL the sole provider of income to this house of three since 2019 by selling commissions (and I'm a slow artist at that) and only this year I got a "job" as an English teacher but I'm not paid not even a minimum wage because it's not an "official" job, it's more like internship and I get paid a certain amount for each class I teach in the period. It's nowhere near enough to cover the house bills, food and cleaning supplies (and medicine), I'm now panicking thinking about how Summer didn't even REALLY start yet here in Brazil but I'm already dreading the energy bills to come these next months as we're keeping two fans on in the house at almost all times. Also I don't get paid by the end of December and January because there's no classes to teach in this period. And still gotta wait to finally get paid by the end of February after teaching all month long. Three months without money while the Summer fries us and the bills will skyrocket.

Thank you big corporates who didn't give a fucking shit about global warming warnings in the previous decades, thank you global leaderships who keep doing those beautiful meetings with heartfelt speeches about how we need plans and action to slow down and/or cease the impeding doom but never did anything for real. It's always all words and no action. Guess you never thought you'd live to see the consequences of your lack of actions, huh? There's been a SANDSTORM in the Amazon Rainforest and the rivers are drying out killing animals AND PEOPLE and there hasn't been any rain in the RAINFOREST for over a month. The North and Northeast of South America are dying so hot it's been and it just keeps getting hotter. Two days straight Brasil beats its own record of energy consumption. Congratulations, really, you done fantastically fucked up I can't even think of words to describe it.

I've been awake for two hours and half and my eyes are still stinging.

[firstaidspray]

OC Interview!!

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman to do an interview for Reverie. Well, for an oc, but I chose Reverie so this is what you get.

...

"An interview? Like, for a new job?" Reverie tilts her head. "I like my job in surgery, thanks. Don't want a job on your team, much as I like hanging around your office."

House scoffs. "Hire you for my team? A nurse? Please. No, this is an interview for a campaign for Princeton-Plainsboro, something about "good publicity." Don't think you're special, I had to do one too."

Rolling her eyes, Reverie takes a seat at the table. "Yeah, 'cause you're the picture perfect example of good publicity, House. 'Kay, so where do I start?"

"Just talk to the camera like a person," Cuddy interjects, popping out from behind said device. "Don't be shy. God knows he wasn't."

Reverie inhales sharply and stares at the camera with those eerily dark, almost-black brown eyes. "Fine. Fire away."

Name: Reverie. No, I don't have a last name. So don't ask again.

Nickname: Rev, Angel, some stuff House calls me that I'd rather not repeat.

Gender: Angel. (House: not a gender!) *sighs* Fine, I'm a girl.

Star Sign: Pisces. Birthday's coming up, you know. The 25th. Just a tip.

Personality Type: The first day of nursing school, they made us do these ridiculous tests, and apparently I'm an INFP. I don't really know what any of that shit means.

Height: 5’1. 5'4 with the halo. Which Cuddy doesn't let me wear to work anymore...

Orientation: Bisexual. And before you ask me for the fiftieth time, House, I've never had a threesome. (House: you're no fun!)

Nationality/Ethnicity: Aussie born and raised, now I'm in New Jersey.

Fave Fruit: Citrus, give me anything citrus. I'll take the limes out your Corona and suck 'em. House, keep your mouth shut on that.

Fave Season: I'm assuming you mean Northern Hemisphere, since I'm living in the great state of New Jersey now. Summer. Chase takes me surfing in the summer, we go to the beach a lot. It's warm. Whatever.

Fave Flower: Everyone around me is convinced this is a subtle psychological influence from playing Metal Gear Solid 3, but star of Bethlehem. House, keep your mouth shut. You can say you're not a video game dork but the fact that you attribute my love for a damn flower to a game is kind of contradictory, no?

Fave Scent: There's this Tyler Candle scent, Diva. I wash all my clothes and sheets in it, light candles of it. I made it Chase's favorite scent, too.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: FUCK HOT DRINKS.

Average Hours of Sleep: I'm a surgical assistant RN on call constantly. Answering this is like playing roulette.

Dog or Cat Person: I love all animals, so I like to say equal. I'm honestly more of a fish person, though. I keep begging Chase for a fish tank. When we get a bigger place, he says...

Dream Trip: Chase and I will return to Australia, and he'll take me diving in the Great Barrier Reef. We'll surf and comb the beach and explore parts of the country I never got to see growing up. Together.

Favorite Fictional/Real Character: Babydoll from Sucker Punch. I'd like to dress as her one day.

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: One, but Chase and I each have our own because if we try to share one I always steal it.

Random Fact: House and I race our motorcycles to work sometimes. I always beat him.

House peeks into the frame. "Okay, you may lie to the camera with cute stories about the beach and your little boyfriend, but that is one lie I will not let your smooth-talking, con artist self get away with. I have beaten you at least five times."

"They weren't lies, House. Some people are happy. And..hmm...to be fair, there was a tie once."

"A tie? A t-- no it wasn't!"

The two are about to break into an argument when Cuddy shuts off the camera and says, "Okay! That's enough! Reverie, why don't you take five and go find Chase?"

[autisticempathydaemon]

This is for the matchups! :D

I’m sorry in advance for how much I typed personality quizzes/questionaires are my weakness. Thank you sm in advance if you decide to do this!!

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song ✧.*

Fragile by Laufey! I wont call myself a hopeless romantic but listening to her songs makes me want that romance like oh my god?? It’s also really fun to sing (the only times i sing is either in the shower or if im screaming songs in the car w/ my sister)

My fav lines are:

Grew up in a case of fragile glass

But hammer away it's time to crash

And as it shatters let me shatter into you

(also the whole chorus 100%)

enneagram ✧.*

9w1! Very accurate since I hate any form of conflict and I’m a huge people pleaser in general. Also my MBTI is ISFJ!

video essays ✧.*

YES. My main form of entertainment now since I cannot find the brain capacity to get invested into a show. My go-tos are usually j aubrey (random social media scandals) or Wendigoon (horror, disturbing content icebergs)! Sometimes I watch social commentary like Jordan Theresa and Shansphere for funsies too. And if this counts I watch reviews/summaries of random books or games I’m really curious about but don’t have enough motivation to start?? Also media analysis (my current favorites are Night In The Woods and Midsommar essays). 

childhood imaginary friend ✧.*

I didn’t have one sadly but I was super into Undertale as a child LMAO

falling asleep ✧.*

It used to be random YouTubers (mostly storytime animators) or clip montages of shows I was fixated on but ever since I’ve discovered Redacted it’s only been sleep aids. My fave is the Milo one it knocks me out everytime. I’m always either holding my green dinosaur plushie or my bee plushie that’s shaped really wonky. 

name change ✧.*

Iris! I’m personally a sucker for flower names and flowers in general (I fucking love flowers oh my god). 

fave audio ✧.*

Bowling with the bois! I love the DAMN squad with all my heart and Gavin messing w/ Lasko is the funniest shit ever.

least favorite char (kinda) ✧.*

I’m really new to this fandom so I haven’t gotten the chance to listen to alot of characters (also thank you for your ‘new to the fandom post’ I’m so well fed now). There might be a chance I don’t know the character you pair me with but if I don’t know him I’ll definetely listen to his playlist! But if I had to choose I’d choose Ivan?? I’m only going off of the very brief time he was in Freelancer S1 so I know nothing

word for word ✧.*

Inside Job!!! Everyday I get sad over the fact Netflix cancelled it. 

platonic ✧.*

Asher! He’s just so sweet (the way he comforted babe on the elevator when they first met oh my god) and we’d definetely be gossip buddies. It’s funny because I got into the fandom for Asher and immedietely got sidetracked.

tired rambling ✧.*

I don’t ramble but I will laugh at almost anything. Like my humor gets 100x more broken.

gas station ✧.*

Starbux mocha coffee in those little glass bottles. I also get sour gummy worms and Haribo.

favorite playlist ✧.*

either my laufey playlist or fem rock artists playlist (destroy boys, sir chloe, etc!)

guilty pleasure ✧.*

Redacted. Fanfics too but I’m not that guilty abt those

anything else ✧.*

☆ Super introverted but if I’m with another introvert I’m able to be outgoing to a degree. All of my friendships consist of extroverts adopting me

☆ I prefer listening way more than talking

☆ I’m either thinking of 1920213 things per second or cannot think for the life of me

☆ Airheaded?? Lacking common sense in general

☆ I draw and play the guitar!

☆ I have too many plushies

☆ At first impression I’m super reserved but as time goes on I get more unhinged 

☆ Very easily distracted

☆ Sensitive but I don't outwardly show it

Hmmmm… I like you. I think you could work well with a lot of people and make them quite happy. However, something in my gut likes best the idea of you with Anton.

Your MBTI, Enneagram, and self-description give me the impression of a really sweet person inclined to fairness, introversion, mediation, and good vibes in general. Maybe that’s why you fit so well with Anton; he also has this chill, no-drama vibe of just trying to live a good life being himself, being with you, and being happy. Lowkey, I’m assuming you went with the pacifist route in Undertale first and maybe only. That’s fitting given I think Anton would take the same route (if he were a video game person which I don’t think he is. If anything, he’s a Tetris man.)

I think you have a really peaceful, stable life together- at least, once he gets back from his secluded, secret lab, of course. It’s a sweet life of Anton bringing you flowers randomly because he drove by the store or farmer’s market and wanted you to know he was thinking of you. He marvels constantly at your creativity, always loving watching you draw and play guitar, getting your favorite songs to play stuck in his head. Maybe he has you record some so he can listen to them when he misses you; that’d be really sweet.

Song:

I was just guessing at numbers and figures/ Pulling the puzzles apart/ Questions of science, science and progress/ Do not speak as loud as my heart/ But tell me you love me, come back and haunt me/ Oh and I rush to the start

This is such a “gimme” song and yet I don’t care! One, this is a super singable, sweet song that I can imagine translates well to a guitar. (I say imagine because I know nothing about guitar, please forgive me.) Two, scientist. Technician. I need not say more. Three, it’s a lovely, mournful song that, I think, is kind of about a break up but could also reasonably be about long distance and forced separation. It’s perfect.

Runner-ups:

Your runner-ups are really fun because you could make fun couples or a throuple! I like Damien for you because he’s a Type Six in my opinion, and they’re supposed to make really lovely matches with Type Nines. (This is me and my best friend so confirmed.) I also like Huxley for you because he has a lot of similar traits to you but just more extroverted. Also, plants. Together, you could make a beautiful triangle.

note: Thank you so much for waiting! October was a dickhead to me that delayed yours and the ones after you a lot, so you are so much appreciated~! If you haven’t listened to Anton yet, I highly recommend him, he’s so sweet

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[skiplo-wave]

tagged by @trekkitkat and @sullxo (✿◡‿◡)

What book manga are you currently reading? Pumpkin Night, imagine Carrie but in Japan but more fucked up, extremely gory, and batshit insane

What's your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year? Only movie I saw in theaters' 2022 was Black Adam :/ very mid movie. I can't remember any movies I watched last year damn.

What do you usually wear? Well if I'm not at work which is 5/7 days of the week lol, graphic t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a hoodie. But I live in georgia so sometimes it's spirit jersey and black jeans :)

How tall are you? 5'7"

What's your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Pisces. Emily Blunt (nice share b-day with a Milf >:3), that sheep that got cloned also national banana bread day :D

Do you go by your name or a nickname? On here usually skip. IRL my name is said in different ways depending on person

Did you grow up what you wanted to be when you were a child? Kinda. I wanted to be an artist, so got degree in graphic design....yeah.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? Idk :/ there's was guy I was talking two we meet twice in person and now he's kinda M.I.A I was told to let me try ask me out on date since I did it first 2 times. Y'all relationship folks give me some advice or should I just drop him?

What's something you're good at vs something you're bad at? You ask me about movies I'll infodump shit out you! Bad uhhh procrastination

Dogs or cats? Doggies! I have AJ but I really want another dog now but mom sick so unless I move out no new dog :(

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year? I write so much fanfic here look at my chainsaw man fics

What's something you would like to create content for? One day write fic of my ocs but only when I'm not hyperfocus on a fandom :'D

What's something you're currently obsessed with?

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? Going to Legoland Orlando and yeah saw more flaws than good at this thempark aimed for 12 year olds smh

What's a hidden talent of yours? Your guess good as mine lol

Are you religious? Kinda. Hate going to church because I want sleep in

What's something you wish to have at this moment? Good ass cooked meal at home but I'm fucking lazy so probably eat bag of cheeots before bed :'D

tagging: @peacesmovingcabaret @werewolf-cuddles @drumcorpshero @thottiehardy @shiggy-stan

[konstantintreplev]

since i woke up early on today of all days (like...my brain won't let me sleep normal hours this week or sleep much at all)

awards shows are generally pointless

the oscars are often the most pointless of them all

(although not always) (but mostly always) *deep breath*

for example, when they somehow stumble into getting it right:

like when they gave rotk the whole damn ceremony, essentially

last year's BP winner, CODA, which i genuinely love, because it was both an important step and also the most dramatically satisfying movie on the nominated list [maybe it wasn't the most cinematic. however, i'd be a member of the writer's branch, so like. i hold up story like that one pope francis meme -- on a side note. the writer's branch. is always right mofos]

or when they gave moonlight BP over fuckin' la la land [but they botched the actual delivery???]

on the other hand:

claude rains never got an oscar [nominated 4 times]

thelma ritter never got an oscar [nominated 6 times]

judy garland never got an oscar beyond her juvenile one [which was only handed out twelve times] [she only received two nominations... her entire career, for that matter]

al pacino didn't get an oscar until 1992

steve buscemi hasn't even been nominated for an oscar

a woman didn't win best director until 2009 [and before that year, a woman had only appeared in the category as a nominee three times in over seventy years of the damn thing]

there has not been a black directing winner at all yet

did i mention mel fucking gibson has a best director oscar

only 10 genre performances have won an acting award and two of those were for the Joker and another two were part of silence of the lamb's wins

woody allen has more nominations than can maybe be surpassed by anybody else in the original screenplay category [okay so uh...writer's branch you are not always right. sometimes you are really wrong.]

animated pictures, while they have made strides, are still treated as children's fare, not just on a nominations/wins level but on the level of the ceremony itself

a foreign language film! did not! win best picture! until 2019! the world itself has been making films longer than Hollywood and the Academy have existed!

...i could go on.

"but what about [insert living, active actor here who has been nominated but not won]?" you ask. there's at least hope, i say. "but what about [insert person who has never been nominated in the first place]?" you ask. more than likely, their work doesn't fit the academy's "type" in any way, shape, or form, and they're happy about it? but if it does, and they're not happy...yeah like i said the academy sucks???

the oscars are supposed to award craft, but they generally just award whoever either has momentum from the awards season-industrial complex, is an industry fave [sometimes these wins are actually good! and sometimes mel gibson gets an oscar for directing in the 90s when everybody loves him], or goddammit, they've been at this for so long and we feel bad [and sometimes, it is the best nominee in this case who wins! james ivory winning best adapted screenplay for call me by your name at 89 for example after being nominated but never winning].

the "socially relevant" oscar has actually always been a thing, but it's not because they really want to highlight the film/issue in question -- they want to feel self-important and right, most of all [the oscars are so lucky they did not exist when griffith was an active filmmaker]

i usually do watch the oscars. last year was a shit show on so many levels, but it had some moments. i usually enjoy hearing about the nominees, too! but like: the oscars are a highly english-language, live action, fiction narrative snapshot of the year of film that came before.

they're essentially good for one thing: raising awareness of films and film artists, on occasion, who would be overlooked by the movie-viewing public. and they're not even doing that right anymore. [one of the first queer films i remember loving i was introduced to because colin firth got nominated for best actor. a single man for those wondering.]

no guts no glory, though? minority report reunion in best actor, sarah polley grabs her well deserved best director nomination [she's a lock for a best adapted nomination at least], elvis and babylon get shut out [this one is partially delusional but i can Dream]

if you read all this, congrats. you might care more than me. [i just love useless facts, mostly. and i do love films and filmmaking. and these awards are a part of that process, for better or for worse] [for worse]

[queercumsparkles]

DustFresh Headcanons

When the other is at work

Fresh

Well-

Fresh technically does live with the Bad Sanses while Ink repairs Nox's AU. Fresh loves to snuggle up in Dust's bed while he's on a mission. It's super comfy and soft.

"..Fresh..?"

"I'm sorry-"

When the other is at work

Dust

Fresh is jobless. (God bless my baby.) But he does go help Lust design his new clothing brand. And he wants to be a tattoo artist! So when he's out, he usually steals some of Fresh's clothes, (Damn stalker-) and sleeps in them or just keeps them just to cherish them.

"Oh! You found my jacket!"

"...Yes."

"If- If you wanted to wear it you could've just asked-"

Comfort during or after nightmares

Fresh

Fresh gets terribly nervous so he's unable to sleep. So he usually snuggles up with Dust when he's having a nightmare. Or after he'll go bake something for Dust and leave leftovers for everyone else the next morning. Most times its cuddles, comfort words, hugs, or small kisses. (Fresh kisses all his friends ^^)

"...Fresh I'm not hungry."

"But Red said you get munchies-"

"...I'll take one."

Dust

He's awkward as hell when it comes down to comforting someone. But he just does his best. ...Until he goes to call Nightmare for help. But no worries! He always makes sure to make it up to Fresh the next morning. When Fresh does sleep that is.

"....I'm sorry-"

"..Why are you apologizing?"

"...I hugged you while you were sleeping-"

"DUST WHAT THE FUCK-"

"It's okay-"

"IT'S REALLY NOT!"

"...I'm sorry."

When the other is upset

Fresh

I would say it's not hard to upset the teen if he wasn't a very sensitive baby. When he is upset he asks for cuddles or bakes for no reason until he's no longer upset.

"...Why are you handing me so many cookies?"

"Please just take them-"

"..Okay."

Dust

Not gonna lie, bro just stays in his room and isolates himself until he deems himself safe enough to be around. Or he asks for hugs from Fresh. Or steals his clothes

"Dust why are you in my room-"

"...It's hot in my room."

"It's literally forty degrees in here-"

"...Hug me-"

"What-"

Pranks

Fresh

Fresh no longer does pranks because one, he's trying to be nice, and two, he lost his pranking gear when Nox's AU was destroyed.

"...It's April Fools."

"Okay."

"...Why aren't you pranking anyone?"

"I lost my stuff when Nox's AU was destroyed-"

"..Oh. Sorry."

"Honey you did nothing wrong-"

 Dust

He doesn't do pranks. Unless they're life-threatening.

"...Fresh are you okay?"

"..Why the fuck is there a bloody bag of flesh in the middle of my floor?"

"....That was Axe's-"

Laundry

Fresh

He loves to do laundry! Anything involving housework! He's a housewife at heart leave him be.

"...I can wash my own clothes."

"It's my week to laundry though. And I thought you weren't allowed to touch the washer anymore-"

"..I can wash my own things-"

Dust

He broke the washer because he didn't know how to turn it on.

"Sweetie, I-"

"...I'm sorry."

Do opposites attract?

Fresh

Oh absolutely. Fresh has yet to realize his feelings for Dust! He just thinks he's a bit fond of Dust because of how close they are.

"...Fresh can you let go of me now?"

"You were gonna leave me."

"...I have to go on a mission."

Dust

He has a huge crush on Fresh. He's had one on Fresh since before he'd gained emotions. He loves everything about him! (Stalker and yandere motherfu-)

"Dust, honey can I please have my jacket back I'm cold-"

"...You can wear my jacket."

"But it's covered in monster dust-"

"...This is mine now."

"What-"

How often do they sing?

Fresh

Fresh is very shy about singing. He hums to himself sometimes when he's not around anyone. (Or he thinks)

"...Your voice very pretty."

"I'm sorry!"

Dust

He doesn't sing but he hums. He doesn't care if anyone hears. His voice is very nice though ^^

"You're very good!"

"...Oh. Thank you."

When they want something

Fresh

Fresh likes to get Dust things just because he likes him. (But he doesn't know that.)

"..Fresh I don't need any of this- ...Bring it back-"

"It's all for you! Take it!"

Dust

For a murderer bro got money. He loves to spoil the hell out of Fresh.

"Dust please take this back I- I don't need it-"

"...You don't want it..?"

"What? No! No, no no no no no no!"

"..I'll bring it back to the store-"

"No! No! I'll keep it!"

Sweet boys.

[writteninscarlet]

🖤

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours. ;; accepting

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that (not using those words) / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

"He's funny, he's charming. He's incredibly intelligent. He's determined and courageous. He's really quite the all-rounder - because he can be frustrating and annoying, too, and when he pulls an all-nighter he can smell." She made a face, then grinned, "But I like him a lot. And I can admit the whole package is attractive, including looks. He's truly unique - in a good way."

personality:

grating / irritating (there can be some bad jokes. sometimes they're good, sure. sometimes) / frustrating (look, sometimes just go to sleep) / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

"Tony has a lot of issues. But so do I, so perhaps that works well! Complementary issues?" She gave a grin, before relaxing. She enjoyed his company, and he wasn't that bad. But she couldn't just not tease at all. There had to be something. "He's energetic - when he doesn't go days without sleep. He's generous, he's thoughtful. He's fun. Sometimes funny. Sometimes. And a genius of course, but that seems like a lot of trouble sometimes. I really like him. He's got flaws, but who doesn't? That's what makes him a full person."

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that (really just not the words i'd use) / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

"Well, this is awkward." A little hum, a general think about. General musings, really. "I like Tony. I'm close to Tony. We're both adults. He's attractive - I like his mind, his humour. He has good looks. So on that basis? Yes. We'd be amazing. But there's more complicated things going on, isn't there? That sort of thing changes a friendship."

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends (well, close friends. close friends. but guess that's not not what he calls me)/ fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends (let's get matching true friend bracelets!!)/ my only friend.

"I could go to Tony with anything. Of course, when it comes to magic it's hit or miss... But if I had trouble, I could go to Tony and he would be there for me. He just would. Not everyone in my life would be, even Pietro-- Well, Tony means a lot to me. Certainly, he's important." A true friend. They'd been through a lot. Not all good. But they were still here, that counted for something.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me (this sounds so bad, don't tell him. She really just didn't understand him) / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

"Oh, please don't get me wrong. I never thought him BAD. But I wasn't on the same side to begin with, was I? And then he wasn't with me when I first joined the Avengers, he was just some... He was some big figurehead. A role model. Someone that Pietro and I could never have gotten close to before. We were poor, we were..." dirty, wrong, runaways, "We weren't ever in the same circles. We didn't speak the same language, if you understand me. I mean, we grew close quickly because we had to, and I'm glad of it. But to me, he was just so confusing at the start." And she was glad she knew him now. Really glad.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird (well, Tony is weird but in a good way. a nice way. a unique way) / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool (for real, don't tell him)/ they’re genuine (well, sometimes Tony hides parts of himself but he's very much Tony)/ I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them (just no ideas. Tony is an important guy).

"Tony is really important to me." No, that probably didn't quite cover everything, but it was fairly good. "I think Tony is incredible. I enjoy when we get to spend time together. Sure, he could take me on coffee date's more often - but not everyone is Clint Barton, am I right? But he does his best." Her smile warm, true. Pleased. "I really like Tony. He really is amazing. And despite everything we've gone through - maybe because of everything - I could go to him with anything. I know he's there."

[kittyt-hexxed]

Hexed (Vi/POC!Reader) - Ch.19

Next Upload Date: March 16th

Act 2: Chapter Nineteen - Under the Stars

Warnings: Thigh riding (Scene starts getting steamy when Vi says “Y/N.” and the scene ends when Vi says “Fuck.”)

Summary: You finally get to relax and have fun with your friends after months! You hit the dancefloor and have great time until you find yourself chest to chest with Vi. After the party, things... happen.

When nightfall hit, the majority of the community headed to their homes to turn in for the night. Healer Jane had privately notified you that Vi was showing signs of mental fatigue and needed a good night's rest. You assured her that you’d make sure Vi sleeps tonight and eats a filling breakfast in the morning. She had nodded and handed you a vial of sleep aid before sending you off with a knowing smile. After the trip to Healer Jane, Vi was shown where she’d be staying and you left her there to go prepare for the evening to come.

You pull on a pair of loose-fitting joggers and your favorite t-shirt. You had cut the sleeves off of it and opened the sides on an insanely boring day. You had every intention of dancing and enjoying the night with your friends. You removed the sutures and the wound was happily healed after a few hours. You were relieved that it hadn’t gotten worse after the fight earlier. Vi returning was a relief on your consciousness but it also brought you some stress. ‘How do I behave around her? We’re not dating anymore. Both of us thinking our girlfriend died, basically ended the relationship. Ah, I’m still attracted to her though and Vi seems to feel attracted to me too… I think.’ You sigh to yourself. ‘Why me? Why am I in this situation?’

A knock sounds at the door as you pull your hair up into a high ponytail. Opening the door, you see Heather standing there before giving Heather a bright smile. Her hair is out of the bun she keeps it in and it’s a cute little afro. Her eyes widen as her jaw drops open. You blink and glance down at yourself, “What? Do I look bad?” You bite your lip feeling a little self-conscious.

“Girl, are you kidding me?!” Heather squeals, “You look hot! Where’d the tattoos come from? I was only aware of the one you had with Ekko!” You blush when you realize that you had forgotten about your new tattoo. You were so used to seeing the glint of your crystal scars that you just associated the colors with them.

“I got it today!” You spin to show it off to her, “I wanted to get new ink and the artist I went to insisted on doing the whole piece today.”

“Damn, you have to give me their name.” Heather backs up as you close the door. You hold your hand out and she takes it. She doesn’t hesitate to pull you towards the jump line.

“Sure, but you’re paying for it yourself.” You bump your hip against hers and laugh when she groans. You liked to treat your friends to things you usually couldn’t get here in Zaun. Sometimes you’d sneak ice cream or chocolate bars through your rifts to treat them. Everyone in the Grotto worked hard to care for each other and you didn’t mind using your powers if it brought a smile to their faces.

“Soooo, that best friend of yours. The pink-haired one.” Heather nudges you and it is your turn to let out a groan, “You seemed a bit more comfortable than just best friends.” 

“We may have dated when we were younger…” You trail off as Heather’s face practically glows in success. 

“I knew it!” She bellowed and you shush her immediately. She starts giggling and pulls you to a stop at the entrance of the Amphitheater's tunnel, “Tell me you’re going to get back with her.” She begs. You sigh and glance around you to see if anyone was nearby. If anyone unwanted had their ears to the wall.

“I want to but she seems interested in the  Caitlyn girl that came with her. I don’t want to get in the way if there’s something there- OW!” You snatch your hand out of her grip as a bead of blood appears. You look at Heather with a shocked expression.

“You did not just jab me with your neuro-needle!” You gasp. Heather gives you a flat look and flashes the silver needle-ring in your face before popping the needle back into place. Your hand continues to sting after your attempt of sucking the pain away. So you rub at it instead hoping that’ll relieve the pain. Heather’s backup weapon of choice was something she made called a neuro-needle. With a prick of the needle, she could electrocute anyone she pleased. It was quite painful and tended to knock people out at the highest voltage.

“You dumbass.” Heather hisses quietly, “She’s still very much into you if her gazing at you all during lunch is anything to go by.” She grabs you by your shoulders and starts pushing you down the tunnel. “Don't let that hunk of a woman chase another, a lesser woman at that! Now cut the shit and get your girl!” She slaps your ass and shoves you forward as you let out a breezy laugh. You yelp as your feet leave the ground and you find yourself over someone’s shoulder. You look up to see Heather with a wide grin on her face. You glance behind you and giggle when you see Zyn’s face grinning at you.

“Zyn!” You laugh happily, “Put me down!” You feel him descend towards the bottom of the amphitheater. Every step he takes jostles you slightly, making you huff. It’s not often your guard is down, so they loved to take advantage when it happened.

“Not until we get to the bottom! You’re not escaping tonight!” Zyn says and carries on making his way down. You make eye contact with Heather who gives you a nonchalant shrug making you roll your eyes. You feel the walk smooth out and Zyn lowers you to the ground. The moment your feet touch the ground you jab Zyn in the side. He jerks away from you with a pained shriek and gives you a betrayed look. He rubs at his ribs with a wince. You huff and pretend to dust off your clothes.

A loud wolf-whistle cuts through the air and you look up to see the group staring at you with slack jaws. Your eyes linger on Vi who looks like her eyes might fall out of her head. ‘Well, that reaction is extremely welcomed.’

“DAMN, Hawk! I see you with the new ink!” Liz howls at you. You snort when everyone starts whistling and catcalling you as you walk closer. Heather and Zyn toss their arms over your shoulder, “Didn’t you miss our crazy asses?” Heather coos. 

“Now I remember why I hid in my lab.” You say teasingly to her. She laughs and pulls away from you. You give her a fond smile as she jumps in place. 

“Alright! Alright!” You address the group, “You animals get one look!” You slowly spin, showing off the tattoo in the light. You listen to their sounds of approval with a grin.

“You show up to our hang out after months with a body like that?! Shit, I need Ekko to send me out on more missions.” Someone complains. A chuckle leaves your lips at the comment. They start up the music as others rush around to turn on the rest of the lights and close the amphitheater’s dome. You shyly glance in Vi’s direction and panic when you realize that Heather is having a very animated conversation with her. ‘When did she get over there?!’ You rush over to the duo who pause their conversation at your approach. Heather’s too wide smile gives you an uneasy feeling as you stand next to them.

“Hey, Vi!” You say cheerfully.

“Hey, Hawk. You look amazing with that tattoo.” Vi smirks at you. You feel a blush rise to your face and Heather’s smile gets wider in the corner of your eye.

“Thanks! I’m glad you decided to show up.” You smile at her.

“Are you kidding me?” Vi grins, “This is the first party I get to be at since I got out of prison this morning. I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” The music starts getting louder and you look up to see the dome closing. The main lights go out and bathe the room in darkness for a second before the blacklights are switched on. Cheers erupt out as the graffiti around the area lights up and starts to glow. You grin widely as your hair lights up along with random areas of your tattoo. “Bye, Vi!” Heather shouts. The thumping of the bass vibrates from your feet to your chest before burying itself in your bones, as Heather grabs your arm and drags you to the dance floor. 

“I thought you wanted me to get closer to Vi!” You shout at her over the music as the crowd of young adults takes to the makeshift dance floor.

“After we dance for a bit! Besides, she’ll end up on you the longer we keep you away from her!” Heather grins as she spins you around.

“So what you’re saying is we’re playing cat and mouse with Vi?!” You give your best friend an incredulous look.

“Yeah! She’s the cat!” Heather smirks and pulls you to the middle of the crowd. You can’t help but like the thought of that. If Vi is interested in getting back together with you, she’d come to you. 

“Wait- Why am I the mouse?!” 

“Because I said so!”

You let yourself get lost in the music. It had been a while since you let loose and had fun. While you enjoyed inventing, it could be tough work sometimes. You bounce around and dance with other people while singing at the top of your lungs. At one wild point, you were sandwiched between two grinding girls. You were having so much fun that you almost forgot that Vi was there. Almost. 

You found yourself occasionally searching around for her in the crowd. Before you could find her, your attention was always redirected to someone else. About ten songs in, you manage to pull yourself away from the area around Heather. They lower the volume so people can grab a drink and take a second to rest. Just as you’re clear from Heather’s vision, a hand snakes its way around your waist and you’re pulled against a body. You let out a small grunt as you end up chest to chest with another girl. Your eyes widen as you look down and make eye contact with Vi. ‘Heather was right. Was Vi trying to get close to me all night? They kept me distracted so I couldn’t tell.’ Your heart pounds loudly in your chest. 

“I didn’t know you could dance like that!” Vi says over the music.

“You haven’t seen me dance in years!” You laugh, “Are you enjoying yourself?” 

“What kind of question is that? Of course, I am!” Vi grins. 

“What about Caitlyn? Is she?”

“Over there.” Vi motions behind you and you turn to see her dancing with Zyn. You laugh knowing that he was most likely trying to grill her about Piltover while they danced. The song fades away before a new beat immediately takes its place causing you and others to cheer. 

“I love this song! Dance with me!” You demand, yanking the girl to the dance floor. Everyone around you dances to the beat with renewed energy. Now that Vi was this close to you, there is no way you aren’t taking advantage of it. 

With sudden confidence, you throw her a wink before whirling around and grinding against her. There is a brief pause in Vi’s movements as if she is shocked at what’s happening. Her hands shift to your hips and she joins you. ‘Holy shit is this happening?’ You think to yourself. For the second time that night, you let yourself fall into the music. You don’t know how long you dance with Vi, but you go from grinding against her to casual dancing. The whole time you are together you can’t stop your thoughts from heading south. Having Vi pressed up against you is so distracting that your thoughts turn sexual. 

The music comes to a stop and you are sweaty and panting. The dome opens and cool air flows in to relieve your sweaty bodies from the heat you all generated. You make eye contact with Vi who gives you a smirk. Your heart nearly stutters when you see the lust shining in her eyes. ‘Fuck, I did not- I haven’t- Fuck.’ You stutter incoherently to yourself.

“Alright, alright, alright!” Zyn claps his hands, “Everyone clear the floor! We’re entering into our group dances now!” People cheer and you grab Vi’s hand and walk off the floor with her. You sit down and someone tosses you two bottles of water. You hand one to Vi and she gives you a grateful smile. 

Small groups of people hit the floor and dance together. You grin at the choreographed movements and cheer them on. Some people bust out rapping and singing original songs. There are even a few more groups before everyone is sitting around to cool down. The music is lowered so people can talk comfortably. 

“Okay, everyone.” Heather’s voice cuts through the air after a while. You turn to see people lounging around and some people heading out of the Amphitheater, “Time to head to bed. We don’t want to be exhausted in the morning.” You and Heather make eye contact and she winks. You sigh knowing that she’s well aware of how you’re feeling and glance at Vi to see that she is looking at you. 

“I’m going to head up to my room and get settled. I’ll take you up.”

“I’m wide awake.” Vi chuckles and flicks her hair out of her face as the cool air hits her face upon exiting the building.

“You can come up to my room if you’d like. I’m not tired yet, so I’ll probably star-gaze for a bit.” You say while gazing up at the sky. 

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go!” Vi says enthusiastically.

“Shouldn’t you tell Caitlyn you’re leaving?” You raise an eyebrow questioningly. Vi rolls her eyes, “No, I’m a big girl. Besides, I don’t have to worry about Caitlyn getting back to her room.” Vi points to the blue-haired girl who is still chatting with Zyn, “She should be fine.” She shrugs.

“Great!” You grab Vi’s hand and don't miss the way her fingers intertwined with yours. You lead her to the tunnel with only a glance behind you. Zyn meets your eyes and flashes a thumbs up at you behind Caitlyn’s back. You blush and pull Vi into the tunnel. The walk up to your room is quiet and it makes you wonder what’s on Vi’s mind. You are still a bit shocked by the turn of events tonight. You unlock the door and hold it open for her. Your room felt cool since you had left the window to the balcony open. It is a nice relief after all of that dancing. 

“I don’t think I can get used to this.” Vi chuckles as she shrugs off her jacket. Your eyes follow the tattoo from her neck down to her wrists. 

“Where can I lay this?” Vi’s question snaps you out of your gaze. You indicate to the couch before rushing onto the balcony to hide your rising blush. You grab the collection of pillows and blankets and spread them out. There are so many you know that the two of you would be fine.

“Anything I can help with?” Vi asks as she ducks through the window.

“No, it’s nothing complicated. I’m just making sure it’s comfortable.” You give her a soft smile before patting the blanket next to you. Vi walks over and plops down before she stretches and lays down on the spread with a content sigh. 

“This is amazing.” She glances at you, “This is much more comfortable than my bed at Stillwater.” Vi chuckles. You lay down next to her and look up through the tree’s branches. You can see the stars through gaps in the leaves and it brings a sense of calm to you. You feel Vi’s hand brush up against yours and there is a second before she grabs it. 

“Vi, I’m so sorry you went through all of that.” You sigh. 

“It wasn’t that-”

“-Stop lying.” You snap as you turn to look at her. Vi turns to you with a raised eyebrow. It’s like Vi is choosing to forget that you know her better than anyone here. It’s so frustrating to you because you know that it’s weighing down on her.

“You’re always brushing off the pain that you go through because you think you have to be strong for everyone else.” You rant, “You don’t. Not with me. Especially not now. It’s just the two of us here, so please just talk to me!” You plead to her. Vi gives you a conflicted look before sighing and propping herself up. 

“I could never get past you, huh?” Vi chuckles softly, “Life in Stillwater was shit. I was shoved into prison at fourteen. When they first brought me to the prison, I tried to escape as they were escorting me to the back. I suffocated one of the Enforcers before two others managed to pry me off. More of them rushed to keep me detained, but I didn’t stop fighting until I was behind bars.” You lay on your side to gaze at Vi while she speaks, “You know that as a kid, I couldn’t control my temper. I got into a lot of fights during my stay there, except nothing was more infuriating than seeing those goons from the undercity. They triggered a deep rage in me and all I wanted to do was knock them out… so I did, after trying to get information about Powder out of them.” Vi’s grip on your hand tightens, “I even killed a few. I didn’t give a fuck. I felt deliriously satisfied with it. Those bastards got what they deserved. The Enforcers would say that they had succumbed to their injuries, but I knew the truth. I beat them to death.” Vi laughs and lets out a long breath. She searches your face, presumably for a sign to stop, but you nod for her to continue.

“The guards would beat me. It was correctional apparently.” Vi scoffs, “I took them. I stashed things away in my cell and constantly thought about ways to get out. My hate for Silco grew more and more every passing day. I grew up in a prison filled with dangerous criminals. That does something to you… and then yesterday a new inmate came in. This huge guy was covered in tattoos and I instantly recognized him as one of Silco’s higher-ups. He was one of the goons I fought the night I was sent to prison. I didn’t even think. All I wanted was to make him pay.” Vi’s gaze hardens and her voice shakes in anger, “So I did. I beat his ugly face in. Broke his jaw, knocked out his eye…” Vi gives you a proud smirk that makes you raise an eyebrow. You can’t help but return the smirk. Hearing about what happened to her while in prison is heartbreaking, but you are proud of her for managing on her own. You are also very satisfied hearing about what happened to the guy you ran into with the Firelights.

“They tossed me into solitary again and I was there until Caitlyn found me. She wanted information on the guy I had beat up for some reason. We exchanged words and she stomped away. The next time I saw her, I was being released.” The two of you fall into silence. ‘Vi went through hell for six years. She grew up in a ruthless prison with nothing but her mind for comfort. I was right with my initial observation. Vi is dangerous. Whatever she went through at Stillwater mixed with everything that she learned in the undercity and it made her dangerous.’ You turn to her, finding her already staring at you. You blink, a blush dusting your cheeks before you shyly glance away.

“Y/n.” Vi whispers quietly and brushes her hand against your scalding cheek. You keep eye contact as she moves over to you, slowly pushing you flat onto your back. 

Vi hovers above you, grabbing your wrists and loosely pinning them above your head. Glancing down shyly, you notice her legs on either side of your waist. She’s straddling you and that realization makes your breath hitch as your eyes return to their previous resting place. Her gorgeous icy blue eyes, that are intensely gazing back into yours.

“Vi…” You breathe out in surprise.

“I’ve got to admit…watching you fight today…” Vi whispers slowly as she leans closer to you, “...was so bloody hot, princess.” You swallow hard, feeling the heat rise through your body as your heart starts pounding harder. You can’t tear your gaze from hers, “And then, you showed up tonight looking like that… dancing on me like that…” Vi lets out a low chuckle that makes your heart leap out of your chest. She shifts slightly, sliding her leg in between your legs leaving it to rest unbearably close to your heat. You still as she goes silent, staring at you intensely. In your mind, you are pleading with her to continue, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to voice it. Breathing heavily, you feel her press her knee against your core forcing a gasp from your lips. 

“That made me want you more than anything.” Vi whispers huskily, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks, “I know you want me just as badly, princess.” That sentence snaps you out of the haze your mind fell into. You give Vi a cocky grin before flipping the two of you over. Vi’s eyes widen as you pin her to the ground, resting your core on her thigh while you press your lips to her tattooed cheek. 

“Vi… I was grinding on you for a reason.” You whisper in her ear before trailing kisses down her neck, “You come back looking like that. . . With those muscles and a voice that could bring any girl to her knees?”You grind lightly on her thigh to make your point before continuing mouthing at her neck, “I’d be crazy to not want you.” Vi releases a growl and the next thing you know, you’re back under her. You release a quiet moan as you feel her grip on your wrists tighten, pinning them above your head. Determined to be on top, you try to break out of her grasp until you realize it's futile. Shocked at the turn of events, you realize Vi was playfully restraining you earlier and that you raising the stakes caused her to get serious. Just that thought alone causes you to get wetter.

“Then you won’t mind if I do this?” Vi’s hot breath fans across your lips right before she slams her lips against yours. Your body nearly goes into shock as her lips move desperately, hungrily. You close your eyes and kiss her back just as urgently. Vi lets go of your wrists, leaning an arm next to your head while gripping your hip with the other. Said grip on your hip tightens when she feels you move one of your hands, bringing it up to lace itself in her hair.

She pulls away abruptly, attaching her now plump lips to your neck.

“Vi!” You gasp out as she hums, nipping at your neck. Your body is tingling and the lips on your neck are only making it worse. A whimper escapes your mouth as her knee presses against you. You know she's teasing you, but you're so desperate for more friction you roll your hips. 

“I missed you.” Vi whispers heatedly. She kisses you again but with greater intensity this time. It makes your head spin. You have only imagined kisses like this with her at night when you got lonely. 

“I… missed you too.” You breathe out between kisses. 

She pulls back and stares down at you lovingly before you yank her back down into a bruising kiss. Her hands grip your hips, fingertips burying into your skin, as she grinds her knee against your core.  You let a moan slip from your lips at the stimulation to your nether regions. Upon hearing you moan against her mouth, she guides your hips forward and along her thigh, keeping a steady rhythm. You nearly lose your mind feeling her tight muscles press against your thighs. Returning the favor you lift your leg slightly, placing your knee firm against her while moaning. Vi proceeds to pull away from the kiss, and lets out a low moan. She grinds on your knee while keeping the steady pace she started with you. You can feel the heat radiating from her core as she ruts, “You’re so beautiful.” Vi moans out while you attack her neck. You could feel her pulse against your lips while kissing and sucking at her neck. You arch your back from pleasure, pushing your breasts flush with hers. You both moan, feeling the friction against both your core and breasts as you continue to grind against one another

“I’m going to cum…” You gasp out, “if we keep this up.” You can feel the tension building in your abdomen. It only gets worse the more you drag yourself along Vi’s thigh. Your words only encourage Vi to pick up the pace and push her thigh further into you. The needy whimpers leaving her throat are unbearable, pushing you closer to the edge. ‘Holy shit, I didn’t know Vi could make these sounds. Fuck. I love it. I want to hear that come out of her mouth more.’

“Cum with me, princess.” Vi pants. Her hand tangled in your hair as she bites at the exposed skin of your neck. The tension builds until you feel like you’re about to snap. You let out a deep moan, “Vi, I- …I’m about to cum!” 

“Me too, love.” Vi whines. It is too much. You moan loudly, distantly hearing Vi’s groan, as the tension in your abdomen snaps and you cum hard. You throw your head back against the pillows leaving your neck exposed as Vi continues to grind against your knee and core. You moan out from overstimulation and the stinging pain registering from your neck. After a while both bodies still against each other, exchanging pants of satisfaction. Vi straightens up, staring at you lovingly as you stare straight through her. Mind drifting through clouds of bliss. A few minutes later you close your eyes and breathe out a sigh of satisfaction, slowly coming back to reality. 

“Fuck.” Vi laughs breathlessly, bringing her hand up to caress your face. You lean into her hand, before slowly opening your eyes. Vi smiles at your action prior to placing an affectionate kiss on your lips. Tears well up in your eyes as you come back from your high. They slip down your cheeks leaving a trail for more to follow and you start to cry. A panicked look flashes onto Vi’s face when she sees them. 

“Shit! Did I hurt you?” Vi says worriedly. You shake your head, as more tears fall down your face, and you pull her into a tight embrace. You didn't expect to be this emotional after that.

“I- I missed you so much, Vi.” You sob, “I thought I lost you. I-I thought I-!”

“-Shhh. I know, princess.” Vi’s voice sounds thick with emotion, “I missed you too. There wasn’t a night I didn’t think about you.” She pulls back and gazes at you, “My sweet princess. My sweet, crazy princess.” You softly laugh together and Vi stands up. She holds out her hand and you take it, allowing her to pull you up.

“Let’s get to bed.” Vi gives you a sweet smile. You nod and the two of you head inside. You close and latch the window behind you before glancing at Vi hesitantly, “Uh, Vi? Would you like to sleep with me tonight?” You fidget, “I also have a vial of sleep aid that Healer Jane gave me for you.” 

“I wasn't leaving you alone tonight even if you wanted me to, princess.” Vi gives you a soft look.

“Okay, well… I sleep naked, so you’re going to have to be comfortable with that.” You tell her as you walk into the bathroom.

“I have no issue with that.” Vi smirks as she leans up against the doorway, “Can I join you?” You give Vi an interested glance, “In a non-sexual way… Unless you want it to be?”

“We’re both tired. I doubt either of us has the energy to do that.” You laugh as you pull your shirt off. You can feel Vi’s eyes on you so you slowly take off your clothes. Even though you are tired, you can’t help the throbbing you feel in your cunt. The moment you slide your soaking panties off, Vi lets out a whistle. You fold your clothes and drop them into your washbasket. You let out a soft yelp when you felt a naked body press against your back.

Vi’s hands grips your hips, spins you around, and you grunt as you’re backed against the counter. Your eyes widen as you looked down at Vi’s ample chest. She tilts your head up and you make eye contact, “Is this…?” Her finger brushes over the crystal in your chest, eyes squinting slightly. You hold your breath as it glows, a gentle warmth spreads from your chest and makes your heart speed up. Her gaze is searching, desperate and you find yourself nodding. Vi exhales sharply and pulls you into a tight hug. Once again, tears well up in your eyes.

“Let’s talk, okay?” Vi catches your eyes, “We’ve talked about me, and now we talk about you until we go to sleep.” You sigh and grab her hand. Silently, you lead her over to your bed and sit down. You cross your legs and Vi does the same as she sits across from you. You hand her the little yellow potion and encourage her to take it before you start talking. 

“Okay.” You exhale, “I've told you about everything that has happened… except for this.” You motion to the crystal and Vi nods, “I’m assuming you know what these crystals are. Powder never hid anything from you… She had put these into her jolly monkey that night. They’re what caused the explosions.” You shift your position and show her the crystals in your arms, “I was struck with the crystals during the explosion before I - before I was. . . There are some things I can’t tell you yet, but they’re what kept me alive. For two years, they healed my body while I was in a coma.” You hesitantly grab Vi’s hand and she grips yours tightly. “When the Healers tried to remove them, I would seize so they gave up and left them in. They ended up fusing with my skin, so they’re impossible to remove.” Vi’s face is nothing but misery. She doesn’t say anything as she pushes you down onto the bed, climbs on top of you, and pulls the blankets over the two of you.

“Vi, what are you-?”

“-Ssshhh.” Vi shushes you as she pulls you against her. You snuggle up with her and she holds you tightly, “I’m so sorry, princess. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here. Let’s talk about this another ti- me.” Vi’s voice cracks and you can hear her crying. You shift your position and place a gentle kiss on her collarbone, “I don’t blame you for any of this, Violet. Please don’t blame yourself for what happened to me.” You whisper. Vi simply squeezes you tighter and you close your eyes. Your heart aches as you listen to her sniffles and feel her tears drop onto your neck. For once, Vi clearly needs your support and you’re going to give that to her.