oneyearofcocktails

[secretidentie]

A rumor about Superman and batman dating starts making the rounds in the hero community and everyone goes crazy. Primarily, a group of heroes who don't approve of the relationship . Their reason? They don't approve of the relationship's "large power imbalance"

Some heroes don't think the imbalance is a big deal while others say it's the reason they can't support the relationship but regardless everyone thinks the imbalance is there and no one elaborates on what this power imbalance is because it seems so obvious to them. It's however not as obvious to Bruce and Clark.

Bruce: I do understand why people are concerned

Clark: Yeah but I would have thought people were over the fact I was an alien by now. I would never abuse that power

Bruce: .......Wait you think you're the one they're concerned about?

Clark: Well....yeah. Why else would everyone be making such a big deal

Bruce: well not only am I funding the league I also own The Daily Planet. Maybe they're scared I'm leveraging power over you

Clark: Bruce I literally have superpowers. No offense but they obviously mean me

Bruce : I have more contingencies for you then you could count and a larger hoard of kryptonite then Luther. They obviously mean me

Clark: I can move mountains and planets. I've fought the worst in the Galaxy. I'VE REVERSED TIME BEFORE, BRUCE . I'm pretty sure I could kill you easily (if I were to abuse my power which, you know, I wouldn't)

Bruce: No you couldn't. I'm batman

Clark: that's not a valid argument and you know it

Bruce: yes it is. I'm batman *Smoke bombs away*

This whole back and forth leads to the most annoying and petty dick-measuring contest you could imagine until a week later someone explains that everyone was concerned that two of the most powerful members of the league dating would make them overall much more powerful than anyone else in the league.

This whole thing is solved by batman giving a presentation on relationships in the workplace and how it will not affect how they work and a follow-up presentation on how he could totally beat superman in a fight if he had enough prep time.

Superman walks out soon after the second presentation starts and that sparks conversations of how a superbat break up would affect the league

[bugflies00]

sorry this is referencing a few month old post/s you made about the dream situation and a question you’d asked about dream stans, you can delete this msg if you want since it’s not as relevant anymore. Again I’m sorry if this is weird or you don’t gaf (that’s fair bc who does lol)

TW for grooming and dream being fucking gross. You can just scroll fast and delete if you don’t want to read or deal with this, I understand that

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To preface Im about Tommy’s age now, when I was 15-17, used to be a huge dream stan, and I was very vocal about defending him online. —I was extremely parasocial and weird, and looking back on it I really regret how I acted.

So. Idk how much people who weren’t stans of his saw, but dream- as stupid as it sounds- was our friend.

He had bath calls with us, sleep calls with us, he told us in depth about his personal life and his health issues and his trauma and his moods and his habits and just basically everything. Most of his interactions with us was through his discord, and then someone in the fandom would stream his discord calls for people who weren’t there. A running joke was that dream had a parasocial relationship with us. there was absolutely no gap between creator and fan, he followed me more than once, he brought fans onto his discord streams and talked with them and he knew a good amount of us by name. He called us cute and talked about how much we all (as individuals) meant to him,

when drama happened he’d usually either do a space/call or go on his private and vent to us, there were I think two separate times he’d have full panic attacks over drama happening, and we’d have to talk him down. He also would, when responding to callouts or accusations, use arguments that his fans were making.

He did this during almost all his pitfalls, including the grooming allegations, his wording was often taken word for word from tweets by people I was friends with. I dropped him after the initial allegations, but for a while after i still checked in bc i was really hoping he’d be innocent (he wasn’t) and i can confirm he still does this. He also regularly dmed his fans, mostly his black fans, to ask for “help” on being less racist.

I don’t use the word “grooming” lightly, but dream was and is absolutely grooming his audience. Thats why dream stans seem so cult-like these days. The amount of guiltripping, lying, forcing an us vs them mentality, and manipulation I saw this man pull was actually sick. He’d frequently, privately, to us, vent about tommy or quackity, and about how “all his friends hated him” and “we were all he had left” (legit, not joking). He is extremely good at emotional blackmail, he is good at making his fans hate other creators and turn on them, he is very good at utilizing his tears and using wording that he knows will make his mostly teenage fanbase think he’s a good kind person.

He wants to impress on his fans that he really was just a kind person, the only kind person and the only voice of reason. That’s why when the Cantu thing happened, he started posting “messages” of him being so kind to the Uber driver. He needs his fans to think he’s a kind and loving person, and that Tommy and quackity and literally everyone who’s pulled away from him was just a fake friend who couldn’t be trusted. He somehow was always, always the one being fucked over.

I remember when I told my friend about dream (this friend had a completely neutral opinion on him and barely knew the guy beyond his manhunts) and he told me that sounded like grooming.

He gradually isolated his (primarily young, female) fanbase using private accounts, discord calls, Snapchat, and whatever else. He got extremely personal with us far beyond the level any creator should be, he used kindness and flattery (like calling us “mature”. Also legit) to make us feel genuinely loved by him, again, NOT in the way a creator loves their fans. In the way a friend loves their friends, even in the way a partner loves their partner. He lashed out at us and had panic attacks when we did criticize him, he used tactics to make us think he was always right and good, and more than that, make all his detractors seem like terrible people out to get him AND us, he played himself out to be the perpetual victim and used carefully cut clips and emotional manipulation (like how he brought up his ~poor innocent family~ when harassing quackity. Weaponizing trauma like that was something he did ALL THE TIME to us whenever he was criticized.) in order to use us against people he didn’t like, making us take the bullet for him.

He uses his kindness and supposed goodness as a weapon, he used Tommy’s own trauma around doxxing against him when Tommy dared to criticize him (“I supported you when you were getting doxxed, yet you won’t do the same for me?”)

He used trauma to relate to his audience, making us feel like he was the only person who got it.

It’ll sound stupid, but it was genuinely really scarring. The way he made me and my friends feel was so confusing. I often found myself feeling used and violated, but also like I was in debt to him. I dreaded when he’d have fans on call, I dreaded him but also he felt like all I had. The tone of him and the fandom was that “we have to defend him at all costs, they’re out to get him and we’re the last line of support he has”. It was embarrassing, it was stressful, it was horrible. I wasted so much fucking time and energy on him.

it was really traumatic and distressing, especially as a teenager who’d already been at a vulnerable point and used him as an escape originally. I know that sounds melodramatic but I mean it.

He is a groomer through and through. He’s barely getting any new fans, but he’s barely losing any either bc the grasp he has on them is so tight.

Worst of all, if you leave the fandom, you’ll lose your friends and become an enemy. He encourages that behaviour and that mentality. He encourages harassment of his ex-friends, he encourages harassment of anyone who doesn’t like him. He wants you to feel like he’s the only good person, and like he’s the only one who will care about you. And I know at least in my experience that the way I acted when I was a fan of his did genuinely cause me to feel alienated in my social life. I lost friends, I felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone “safely”. That’s how he wants his fans to feel, because at some point he really is all you have.

And that’s why dream stans are still sticking around. It’s at the point where the only way they’ll leave is on their own volition, and the more publicly fucked shit he does, the less hope I have that they’ll do that.

i don’t have much to add but i agree, and several people i know who used to be big dream fans also agreed that there was a heavily insidious ‘us vs them’ atmosphere

[marchsfreakshow]

Red Nail Polish [Stan Bowes]

Smut / tiny bit of angst

Your boss never really spoke to you that much. Not really. So, you weren't particularly expecting a call from him at 12am asking you to come over.

This request is from AGESSS ago but I finally found some inspiration. Anon who requested it, if you're still here this is for you<3

Fair warning I haven't seen Pose for a bit so it might sound a bit ooc sorry.

Warnings: once again too much plot for a smut fic lol, brief 'sir' kink, Stan being kinda pathetic, oral (m), reader is a little mean occasionally.

18+! MINORS DNI READ MY SFW WORKS

No one's perspective

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Stan never spoke to you. Tell a lie, he did. Occasionally. Brief hellos while he walked to a meeting maybe. Small talk maybe going over whatever he asked you to do.

There was never more than that. No lingering glances in your direction, no knowing smiles. Seemed like nothing. That's all your relationship was.

You worked like this for a few months.

Never speaking much together. Maybe you gave him lunch if he asked. You always found him cute though. The way his hair just sat the same every day, the way his eyes always gave you the same soft look when he walked past you. It was, slightly perfect. Too perfect.

Men have their secrets, you assumed he probably had his. That's probably why you liked his eyes. Too much of a past to stare at, too much to get into with your own boss who you barely spoke more than... 4 words to. You couldn't really casually go up to Stan and ask him, "Hey sir how's your home life? It's going good? Yea, your eyes say otherwise." You weren't insane!

The hours were long.

The weeks were tedious.

Eventually getting a few more words into Stan. Small conversations over lunch that didn't amount to much. The man found himself enjoying your company. "You do anything over the weekend?" He asked, adjusting himself in his chair a bit. Did he look uncomfortable? Probably.

The silence was nice, so you were slightly taken aback by his out of nowhere question. "Uh, went to see a production of Two Gentlemen Of Verona. That was nice."

"Oh, nice. On your own?"

On my own? What was that meant to mean?

"Yeah."

"Right."

The rest of lunch continued. Stan seemed off. On the edge of his seat, literally. He was uncomfortably perched on his chair, attempting to attain something just out of grasp. You noticed his fidgeting; flicking of his nails, slight playing with his food, eyes flickering around to avoid your own eyes. You wanted to pry but also figured you didn't talk enough to ask if he was okay. Stan would probably say that he's fine and you'd get right back to the slightest bit of uncomfortable silence.

Back to work.

Back to small smiles, little questions, and writing notes to yourself. For the next couple of hours. Boring and repetitive until 5:30pm. Everyone caught themselves up and left immediately. You found yourself a face in the crowd, heading towards your car before Stan got a moment to say 'Have a good evening' to you.

It was a lonely evening. He was used to hearing the TV play some children's shows for a while, hearing the little ones talk excitedly about what they did at school. Just being excited for no reason. But, no, he was greeted with silence this night. It was deafening. He had to be alone with his thoughts. It was another quick meal in the microwave. He had to face the rare few dishes still lingering in the sink. Mouldy food starting to stick to the porcelain. Only served as a reminder of the reality Stan currently lived in.

A lonely movie, lying on the couch in whatever clothes he could find. Staring up at the ceiling, blank-minded, thinking nothing. The movie waved past his ears. "Can I talk to you?"

Stan's phone call at 12am wasn't what you were expecting. You were half lying in bed, reading still. Very close to finishing the book, and that was what you were focused on. "Sir... Stan, it's 12am."

"sir...hey, call me that again," he murmured under his breath, closing his eyes. Lost in his thoughts of your voice. Maybe you shouldn't've been giving in to his desires. Stan had mentioned his wife, and his kids multiple times. He told you plenty of stories, but he seemed slightly out of it tonight.

Despite your lingering thoughts, you said 'fuck it' and responded quietly, your book closed on your lap. "Why sir? Something happened?"

"Yeah, actually. I, um, I was wondering if you could... come over."

A chuckle. "Stan.. it's midnight."

"I know. I know...just, please. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important." Stan eventually told you his address, and you made a quick mental note. Agreeing eventually, and you hung up. Maybe you should pack an overnight bag. Yeah, maybe you should.

The drive took more time than you expected. You didn't properly change out of your home clothes either, just slipping on some underwear and trousers that weren't so... messy. Knocking quickly with the overnight bag still in the backseat of your car. "Ah, hi." Stan looked a mess, more than you felt right now and it almost broke your heart.

"Hey...why did you want me to come over?"

Stan took your hand, led you inside, and closed the door once you stood in the living room. It was certainly more messy than you would have expected. A bit of trash, a messed up couch, a random movie still playing dully on the TV. This... certainly wasn't what you were expecting. "Stan?" You asked, peeking out to the hallway.

"Sorry...sorry." The man sniffled. He quickly ran a hand over his face then took a few steps back into the living room. "Uh, come sit down. I'll, get you a drink." The words, the steps and his look only added to your confusion. Sure he was certainly...alone now, but the mess, and his clothes.

You took a few steps towards Stan and immediately held onto his arms. "Stan. What's going on?" Cutting him off of any words he was about to say. Stan looked at you, then at your hands on his arms. Then back into your eyes.

"She's gone."

Eyes wide. "Oh." How do you comfort people again? More specifically, how do you comfort your suddenly divorced boss who definitely hasn't been invading your thoughts recently? His eyes found the floor, like it was the most interesting thing in the room and said nothing for a moment.

People like hugs right? That should work. Enveloping Stan in a hug, your arms around his neck. Holding him close for a moment as he reluctantly wrapped his arms around your back. Awkward, but somehow comforting. It went on for a little bit too long, and once you pulled yourself away, his eyes found the floor again.

He wasn't really thinking much. You blinked and he kissed you. Wait what? His hands on your cheeks. This was not happening. Before he continued to kiss you, you took a step away. "Stan-"

"Fuck. Sorry." The man uttered, sitting on the couch instead. He looked quite sorry for himself. A bit of a pathetic sight really. It tugged at whatever empathetic heartstrings you had left. Stan clearly did something, and you probably should've left right then and there. I mean, were you really thinking about this? There are multiple reasons for his wife leaving, presumably with the two little kiddies. "Look, I just.." He trailed off once he saw you settle between his legs.

"um.."

"You're obviously feeling upset, and I know you did something but I don't really know any other way to comfort you." You muttered, taking a loop in the sweatpants and pulling it so the waistband became looser. Stan brought his hips up for a moment so you could pull the fabric from his hips and let it settle around his ankles.

"you really don't have to.." He protested. Stan's protests were weak. He clearly hadn't been touched for a while. Or he was incredibly attracted to you. While yes technically, you didn't have to, you felt some semblance of upset for Stan and his situation. And you figured this would be the best way to temporarily help him out. Fuck it, you might get a raise out of this tomorrow once the man came to his senses, you didn't know.

Stan's lack of pleasure for a while was obvious. He was achingly hard already, and you had barely slipped your hand into his boxers. Bit sad really. But you digressed. Slowly touching him under the fabric for a few moments, hearing his breathing get heavier, and occasional little moans escaping him. Eventually, though, Stan pulled your hand away just to tug his boxers down his legs to join his sweats.

Ah, you knew what to do now. You muttered nothing to yourself, as you rested your fingers around Stan's cock again. Taking a breath, leaning in. Your tongue resting on the underside for a moment. "Ha.."

"You okay?" You asked, pulling yourself away for a moment, looking up at Stan.

"It's uh, it's been a while.."

"Figured." Ouch. That stung in Stan's heart for a moment. The feeling immediately replaced once your lips were wrapped around his dick once again. He couldn't decide whether or not he wanted to watch you or let his head fall back against the couch. So, he eventually decided to let his head fall against the couch as you started to take more of him down your throat. One hand resting next to him on the couch and the other hesitant to rest on your head. He didn't know what type of person you were, so he could've tried to push you down and you would've hated that.

But, you just continued without a care in the world. Eyes screwed shut as your cheeks hollowed with every movement. You pulled away from time to time to breathe, revelling in the sound of Stan's small groans, whimpers and gasps. They were the sweet sounds and made it all the better. The sounds of a lonely boss who you honestly, were still decently interested in.

Yea. You were definitely going to get a raise out of this.

Stan let out another groan, keeping his fingers taut against your hair. As soon as you felt the telltale sign in your mouth, you pulled yourself away, heavily breathing still. Starting instead to jerk Stan off quickly, keeping the same pace for another few moments, until he came in your hand. Dripping down his cock and your fingers as Stan bucked up to ride himself through his orgasm since you didn't seem to help him.

"a-ah shit. I'm sorry.." He muttered once he realised he made a mess of your hand. Coincidentally, a tissue box was by the TV stand, so you stood up, cum over your hand and grabbed the box, bringing it over to Stan. Not as satisfying as Stan had hoped, but it was something and it made him feel a little better.

Silently, you cleaned your hand up, throwing the stained tissues in the bin quickly. Stan followed, slowly cleaning himself up and dressing himself back up. Cue awkward silence for a few moments. "Thanks."

"Yeah. Course."

Another few moments of silence between the two of you, ads playing in the background on the TV. Looking around the living room as you just sat there for a moment. Stan finally said something, just your name. Looking over to you with a hopeful look. "Can we...can I..take you somewh-"

"No." Stan blinked and then looked over at the wall, feeling slight whiplash at you saying no immediately. "Whatever the fuck happened... whatever the fuck you did... It clearly only just happened. And I don't think that's a good idea."

"You just-"

"Yeah, I'm fully aware of what I just did Stan."

A beat of silence. Both of you felt like at least one of you said something wrong. You figured it was Stan. Who goes and suggests a date to their secretary right after their wife left them? "...a few weeks?"

"Try a few months sir." You knew exactly what you were doing with that word. Stan knew too. There was no need for you to call him that right now. Glancing at each other.

But you got up silently and walked out to your car, leaving Stan in confusion for a couple of minutes. Once you came back in, overnight bag in hand, Stan got the idea. Well, he hoped it was the right idea. Being led through the house until you were in his room.

You were sure this was going to result in way more than a raise by this point.

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[jiniretracha]

ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓 ꕤ

Lee Minho x fem!reader: spanking

summary: Part two of Kinktober Day 1

warnings: smut, spanking, rubbing over clothes, minho being a little mean, teasing, unresolved sexual tension

word count: 1.5k

kinktober masterlist // masterlist // ko-fi

The aftermath was taking a toll on you. 

Did you regret having sex with him? No. It was good, you both had a great time and he, surprisingly, turned out to be a sweetheart afterwards.

Did you regret having sex with him under those circumstances? Yeah. Of course, absolutely. 

Even if you had feelings for him, because even if you liked it or not, the intimacy did make you feel giddy for some sort of reason, you still hated him deep down. Minho had treated you like shit for so long. 

Without an apparent reason… well, there was. According to him, it was just him wanting your attention. And it wasn’t that you didn’t believe him, it was complicated. 

“Y/N… Y/N!” you heard Hyunjin next to you, making you jump.

You gasped and turned around. “Hey… Hyunjin, what’s… what’s up?” you asked him with a nervous giggle. 

He smirked at you and then gave you a knowing look. “Who were you thinking about, hm?”

“No one!” you said quickly. 

And it was your mistake, the quickness of the answer that gave you away. 

Hyunjin let out a high pitched laugh and shook his head. “Tell me, come on” he insisted.

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh. “Okay, can you promise me you won’t say anything? Like- this literally dies here. Please” you pleaded.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened and nodded. You knew he’d agree to anything at this point. He loved drama more than anything. 

“So… uh…”

Hyunjin arched an eyebrow. “Come on… spill!”

“IsleptwithMinho” you mumbled.

Hyunjin snorted. “Huh?” 

“I slept with Minho” you said again but in a whisper and Hyunjin let out a gasp, covering his mouth and your eyes widened, punching his shoulder. “You told me you’d keep quiet!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” he quickly apologized. “Oh my God, it’s huge!”

“I know” you rolled oyur eyes.

“And?” he asked with a smirk. “Are you guys finally dating?”

What? What did he mean by finally?

“Eh?” you asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean like, that boy has had a crush on you since you started working here, Y/N” Hyunjin scoffed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You frowned. “Okay… uh, he told me he wanted my attention and that’s why he’s been treating me like shit. He never said that” you told him.

Hyunjin pressed his lips together. “Oh… I see” he mumbled, noticing he just spilled his best friend’s guts without wanting to. “You should uh… you should talk to him, Y/N” he told you.

“Yeah, and say what, Hyunjin?” you asked. “I don’t even know how to feel” 

“You don’t have a crush on him? Is that it?” Hyunjin asked you.

“It’s- it’s not that” you stammered, scratching your arm uncomfortably. 

“Then, you do have a crush on him” Hyunjin stated. It wasn’t a question.

You shrugged. “I mean, kind of? I don’t know!” you groaned, your head falling on Hyunjin’s chest and he laughed, wrapping his arms around you.

“It’s okay… that means you like him” he chuckled.

“If you say so” You mumbled into the fabric of his Versace hoodie.

You two didn’t hear the door of the studio open, and Minho walking in. His eyes were trained on his phone when he heard familiar voices, making him look up. 

He had to do a double take when he saw you wrapped up in Hyunjin’s arms, his nostrils flaring from the jealousy he was feeling. 

“What are you doing now?” Hyunjin asked you, releasing you from the hug. 

“I think I’m gonna go to my dorm. I’m so tired” you chuckled. 

“Sweet, I’ll walk you up there-”

“No need” Minho interfered and you two jumped, turning around as you saw him standing there, arms crossed over his chest. 

Hyunjin searched his friends eyes and let out a little smirk. “Okay, sparky” he chuckled. “I’ll see you later, Y/N”

You turned around and smiled at him. “Bye, Hyune”

You sighed when he was gone and turned to Minho.

“You didn’t need to scare him off like that” you said, turning your whole body to grab your stuff to flee from the studio far away from him and your feelings. 

Minho sighed and followed you out of the studio and into the elevator.

You glared at him when the doors closed. “Why are you following me?” you asked him angrily. 

He shrugged. “It seems we’re going in the same direction” he smirks at you.

You rolled your eyes and looked away. “Minho, what do you want?” you asked him, slumping against the wall of the elevator.

Minho stood staring at his shoes silently. “What were you talking about with Hyunjin?” he asked you in a mumble but you did hear what he had said.

You scoffed and shook your head. “You’re terrible” you whispered. 

The doors opened and you quickly walked down the hall with Minho following you. “Wait, Y/N, can we talk, please?” 

You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time that evening and reached your dorm, stabbing the keyhole with the key.

“Y/N, come on”

You walked inside your apartment and before you could shut the door, Minho put his hand on the door and walked inside the dorm, making you gasp. “Minho, I can report you for trespassing-”

“No, just hear me out”

You gave up and placed your bags on the floor. 

“What were you talking about with Hyunjin?” he asked. 

You covered your face with the palm  of your hands and let out a sigh. “Where is this coming from, Minho?” you asked him, dropping your hands by your side. “Is this because we were hugging? Is that it?” you asked him.

Minho stammered as he tried to answer you.

“Now I can’t hug men? Wow, what a possessive shit you are. We literally fucked once, I do not belong to you, Minho” you threw your words at him. 

Minho pressed his lips together. 

“If I want, I can go and fuck any other men I want. In fact! I’ll go ask Hyunjin if he’s available-”

Your words died on your throat when Minho grabbed your face, smashing his lips against yours. You wanted to resist him but you couldn’t, not when his lips were moving so sensually over yours and his tongue was caressing your bottom lip, asking for permission. 

You grasped onto his arms and he pressed a kiss on your lips before pulling away. 

“Don’t…”

You licked your lips and decided to tease him. “Don’t… huh?” you asked. “I don’t think he’d mind though”

You let out a gasp when Minho turned you around and pressed your front against the door, making it let out a loud thud. 

“Say that again?” he asked against your ear. 

“I think I’m gonna ask Hyunjin if he wants to fuck- AH!” you screamed when his hand came down to swat your ass violently over your shorts. 

He then grabbed the fabric covering your bum and pulled it down roughly to let it pool around your ankles. 

“Are you gonna ask Hyunjin if he wants to fuck you? Is that it?” he asked, slapping your ass again, even harder this time, letting your forehead slump against the door. He spanked you once again and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Hm?”

“N-no… I don’t want him” you said and then jumped when he slapped your ass again. 

“Who do you want?” he asked and you pressed your lips together. When he saw you weren’t answering, he slapped your ass again. “Answer me, you slut”

“You! You, I want you” you whimpered.

“Hmm… that’s right” Minho smirked against your cheek, placing a kiss there.

His hands went to your front, pressing his fingers on your clit over your panties. You moaned, letting your head lean against his shoulder. 

“You… belong to me, Jagiya” he whispered against your neck, licking a stripe over your ear. 

You nodded desperately and mewled as you felt him rub even harder.

“Hm? Is that right? You belong to me?” he asked, gripping one of your ass cheeks with his free hand. 

“Yeah…”

The hand grabbing your ass cheek released it and came to smack it with a loud slap. You jumped and then your eyes blinked open when you noticed he had pulled away from you.

He turned you around and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Glad we understood each other, Jagi”

And then he was out of the door.

You stood there, eyes widened and slumped against the door. 

“What the fuck was that?”

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[aimedis]

redacted audio headcanons: jealousy | shaw pack edition

sam and darlin are going in the solaire clan one

david likes to think he's above such "immaturity" in his relationship with angel to get jealous. but he's not. it doesn't happen often, but when he notices the way people look at his mate, he gets so pissed. he knows that angel smiles at and is kind to almost everyone, and they love that trait in them but he honestly would like it a little more if they didn't ever smile at anyone that isn't him. like ever. they laugh at him for being so dramatic but he's like 60% serious. but other than mild irritation when angel waves excitedly at literally everyone, david hates it when they jokingly flirt with their friends/packmates. at least once a day he sees them giggling with baaabe or sweetheart either in person or on the phone and he has to fight the urge to pull them (gently) into his side and keep them there. a fight he loses more often than not if they're within arms reach. he's been known to toss their phone away from them while they whine, keeping his arms wrapped around them (and recently, absentmindedly toying with the ring on their finger). angel has taken to rubbing his arm while softly reassuring them that they're only joking and that he's the only one they love as he pouts hums into their neck.

angel gets jealous a little more often than david does. obviously, david gets a million stares whenever he steps outside. he's tall, sexy, handsome, big, all of the above, and angel knows that. those are the exact reasons why they stare. but that's them, they're david's mate. and the fact outside people think they have the right to look at what's theirs drives them insane. it's not david's fault, they don't blame or not trust him to be loyal. they just hate other people looking at him like he's a piece of meat. on a shopping spree at the mall david and angel went on, david had at least three people try and give him their number as if angel wasn't standing right there and that's not counting the hundreds of second glances he got. to which david would only flash his ring at them with a completely straight face and pull angel away. however, they had enough by the third person "accidentally" bumping into him and started making out with him in the middle of the store they were in. david didn't have many complaints, he had already seen how irritated they were getting and just suggested they leave afterwards. angel spent the entire car ride home complaining angrily about every single time someone so much as looked at him for more than two seconds. david gave them their hand to hold, barely wincing when they squeezed it as tight as they possibly could. he honestly thinks it's sexy whenever angel rants about him being flirted with, he can't help but smirk when he asks what he should do about it. he offers to tattoo their name on his forehead, let them bite him everywhere that's visible hard enough to leave a bruise, punch anyone who dares to even breathe near him etc. and in the moment, angel would prefer watching david spit in peoples' faces but they know he can't do that. so they resort to the bites option. everywhere.

asher gets jealous once in a blue moon. most of the time when baaabe talks about other people being interested in them he's just using it as an opportunity to flex that he's the one actually in bed with his mate. he says things like "and i'm the one you come home to at the end of the day" with the widest smile on his face. asher always talks about being so lucky to bag someone like baaabe instead of focusing on being overly protective over what's his. still, there have been more than a few times where asher can't hide the annoyance he feels when it comes to baaabe spending time with other people as opposed to him. baaabe spends a little too much time talking about the work parties they go and people they talk to without him and he starts pouting. only slightly, but baaabe notices and they laugh a little. they run their fingers through his hair when he starts dramatically sulking about people trying to "take them away from him", letting him get it out of his system before they reassure him firmly but kindly that no one could ever replace him. and asher usually recovers by that moves on. despite not being jealous often, asher still gets possessive with holding onto baaabe in public and obviously staking his claim on them subtly. it doesn't happen often, but if there was ever a moment where someone tried to "take" his mate from him, they would find themself of the wrong end of a wolf's teeth.

baaabe shows jealously just as much as asher does, not a lot but not never. asher is very friendly and he talks to everyone about anything. some people appreciate this on a surface level, but others sometimes try to take it in a way that was never intended. asher has had people blatantly flirt with him due to this but he just pretends to not notice until baaabe comes to save him. most of the time baaabe isn't bothered enough to feel negatively about it, choosing to be amused by it. but there are times where they feel uncharacteristic anger when they see someone making an obvious move on their mate or he talks about someone a little too much/kindly. to which they go to play save a hoe a little faster, pulling asher away a little harder or subconsciously frowning. asher takes baaabe's jealously very seriously, knowing that they spiral easily when they feel like this. he showers them in affection for a while until he's sure they're fine. baaabe recovers fairly quickly as long as they get to snuggle up to ash for a little bit.

milo has definetly threatened to kill someone for sweetheart. he's very possessive but in a "never touch my mate" way instead of being mad at sweetheart themself for being around others. sweetheart didn't think he was overly possessive when at first but once within the first year of their relationship, they mentioned a coworker flirting with them and milo went deathly silent before he growled. sweetheart laughed at him because they were caught off guard but milo was genuinely ready to fight someone. milo has a love hate relationship with people appreciating sweetheart. he knows damn well his mate is attractive and he believes that people can appreciate that, but he hates it when anyone at all flirts with them in any capacity. he feels his eyes twitch when even packmates make small comments about them jokingly flirty. he'll laugh and tell whoever to back off under the guise of a joke but sweetheart can tell he's genuinely irritated. when he gets the chance he'll pull them as close to him as possible and rub his hands wherever on sweetheart's body they were touched by anyone else. they let him because they think it's both funny and cute as well as enjoying the feeling of being "claimed". but sweetheart "brat" greer never passes up an opportunity to tease him about it which only leads to milo taking his jealously out on them in the bedroom.

sweetheart doesn't get as jealous as milo does as often. milo is a pretty social guy and is a natural charmer so they understand why people would be interested in him. and they love showing off the fact that he only ever has eyes for them. then again, on the worse days, they can't help but feel jealous when milo doesn't pay as much attention to them. sweetheart is a very expressive person facially, so their expression shows their annoyance before they can even verbalize it. still, they'll pretend they haven't even noticed milo talking to someone else, brushing him off in their typical petty manner. milo notices them sulking in a corner for presumably no reason, but because he can read them like a book, he figures it out soon enough. he pokes a little fun at them to which they only sulk harder, turning away from him and telling him to go back to whoever is so much more important than them. milo finds them adorable when they're (minorly) upset with him so he wraps his arms around their shoulders, working the tension out so they can relax while he whispers apologies in their ear for ever making them jealous. that they'll always be his top priority, that they can always prove who he belongs to in front of everyone. sweetheart lets him do whatever and pretends they don't love hearing those words come out of his mouth while they're already planning every single hickey they're gonna put on his body.

[zetsubo-billy]

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genre(s): ¿comedy?, nsfw but no smut, college!AU — all characters are 20-ish y/o

pairing(s): eventual hanamaki takahiro x reader, eventual matsukawa issei x reader, eventual hanamaki takahiro x matsukawa issei

summary: frustrated after an argument with your now-ex-fuck buddy, you find yourself asking your two best guy friends the forbidden question

content warnings: sex talk, that’s literally it, that’s the fic, reader has a few stray horny thoughts, one (1) joke about feminism, sexual tension, a lot of mentions of oral sex

word count: 2.2k

MINORS AND AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT! DO! NOT! INTERACT!

“Okay, but, do you guys think girls taste weird?”

You have no idea why you say it. Usually, you let Mattsun and Makki have their lively discussions of recent sexcapades while you listen passively. Maybe you’ll laugh at them here and poke fun at them for something silly there, or just nod along. You never pipe up and tell them about your own experiences, no matter how many times they grill you about the guys they’ve seen you with, but the past week has made you reach your breaking point. You couldn’t stop yourself.

“What?”, Makki asks as his and Mattsun’s conversation reaches a sudden halt, tilting his head at you from where he sits on the other end of the creaky old sofa in their shared apartment. “Like, your pussies?”

Heat flashes up your neck and you quickly look away from him, busying yourself with fingering at the hem of the woolen blanket you bought him and his housemate as a housewarming gift. Your pussies. He means girls’ pussies in general, you’re sure. It’s not like you have several vaginas. But it still felt oddly targeted. Then again, you’re the only one in the apartment with that anatomy, so of course it’s a little bit targeted. He sure wasn’t talking to Mattsun, at least.

Makki and Mattsun’s intense eyes seem to burn holes into your being as they both stare at you. Makki, expectantly, and Mattsun, curiously. Your mind spins as you try to focus on how to answer. “Well… yeah”, you mumble, embarrassed. You shift in your seat, pulling your knees closer to yourself.

Absolute silence fills the boys’ living room for a few seconds. You’re just about to wave your question away and say that you were just kidding, it doesn’t matter what they think and wow that was a stupid question, when Mattsun speaks up.

“Not really”, he says in his deep voice. He sits in between you and Makki, the (sometimes) calm between two storms, in the middle of the couch. One of his arms is stretched out along the back of the sofa, behind you, while he scratches lightly at the back of his neck with his other hand as if in thought. “I mean, there’s not really another taste like it. But it’s not weird, no.”

“Yeah, no other taste like it”, Makki agrees, leaning over the armrest on his end of the sofa. “I love it. It’s not weird, it’s just… purely her. I think it’s hot as fuck that everyone tastes different.”

A heat starts to boil deep in your gut at the same time as it blossoms in your cheeks. You hope they don’t notice. “R-really?”, you ask, and you internally curse yourself for stuttering.

“Yeah, really”, the strawberry blonde continues. If you look at him, you know he’ll be grinning teasingly. “Why’re you asking?”

Dread starts to mix in with the warmth in your stomach, and you shift again as you pull the blanket closer to yourself. It’s not at all cold in their apartment anymore, though. Now you only have the blanket for comfort, like a toddler who’s grown too old to have a pacifier but doesn’t want to throw it away.

“Oh, uh, no reason”, you mumble, hoping they’ll let it go.

“Really?”, Mattsun pipes up, and you can hear the smirk that’s plastered across his stupidly handsome face as he speaks. “No reason at all that you suddenly decided to talk to us about sex after we’ve been trying to get you to open up since high school?”

Curse him and his attentiveness.

“Mhm”, you force yourself to answer. The blanket isn’t comforting anymore but suffocating, the warmth of the wool combined with your flushed embarrassment — and let’s be honest, a little bit of arousal — and the way Mattsun and Makki are looking at you makes it too hot in the living room. You tug the blanket off, throwing it at Makki. “No reason, let’s forget about it.”

Makki’s volleyball reflexes allow him to easily catch the blanket in his hands. He balls it up and shoves it in between the sofa cushions. “No reason, huh? You sure about that?”, he asks, and this time you do look at him. And, what do you know, he is grinning just as stupidly just as you thought. “Not even a little bit of a reason?”

You shift in your seat, looking away from him again, but you don’t answer.

Cold, long fingers brush against the hot back of your burning neck and you shiver almost violently in your seat as you snap your head around to look at Mattsun. He’s looking at you with his deep brown eyes, and just the way he looks at you makes you shiver again. He wets his lips with his tongue before speaking up, still gently caressing the back of your neck with his fingers. “Don’t tell me that guy you go out with tells you he won’t eat your pussy ‘cause he doesn’t like the taste.”

You swallow thickly and avoid his gaze, shaking your head. “No reason, is what I said. Let’s just forget about this whole—”

“Uuuugh, god!”, Makki cuts you off exasperatedly, making you jump slightly in your seat. “I fucking hate guys like that! They act like they’re saints for fingering their girlfriends, like, a third of the times before they fuck, but then they still expect to get sucked off every night!”, he continues, letting his head fall back against the sofa. “Fucking assholes. They’re the reason we still need feminism.”

Despite yourself, and despite the odd conversation, you can’t help but giggle at his last sentence. He’s… not exactly wrong. “I’d argue the reason we still need feminism is because of the patriarchy”, you tease, and watch as color drains from his face. “But I guess you’re right, too”, you finish as Mattsun’s gentle touch at the back of your neck moves to your hair, playing with a few loose strands. “And there are so many guys like that. Hell, I’ve never been with a guy who wasn’t like that.”

And then you remember that they’re not your girlfriends ranting about sleazy men but your childhood guy friends.

This is the first time in a long time that the three of you have managed to fit all of your schedules together since you started at different universities, different majors, different after class activities and different weekend jobs to pay the rent. They still live together, and presumably see each other every day, while you live with two girls you met in your first year in college. You swallow thickly, embarrassment eating away at you again as you, once again, pull your knees closer to yourself and shrink away from Mattsun’s hand in your corner of the sofa. “Umm, forget I said that.”

“No way I can forget that”, Makki quickly answers, and there’s a tone in his voice that you’ve never heard before.

Before you really know what’s happening, he’s flying up from his seat and kneeling on the floor in front of you while Mattsun follows you into the corner of the sofa to be able to start tracing shapes over the back of your neck again. Makki’s hands are gentle and warm as they land on the tops of your bare knees, resting there. “You’re telling me, the god of pussy-eating—”, Mattsun snorts at that and the strawberry blonde sends him a glare, “— that you’ve never been eaten out?”

You feel suddenly cornered, as if they caught you doing something bad, as if they’re about to scold you. “Uh… well… not exactly…”, you mumble, eyes flitting between Makki and Mattsun before settling on your own nails as you start to slightly pick at your cuticles, nervous. “No, I have, I just… never came from it. Max says I take too long and… that he doesn’t… like how my, uh… how I taste.”

When you look up again, Makki looks just about ready to murder your now-ex fling, and you feel the way Mattsun tenses up beside you as he momentarily stops playing with your hair.

“Tell me, how much do I need to pay you to let me kick his ass?”, Makki grumbles, hands balling into fists where they still rest on your knees.

You smile sheepishly. “Well, um, nothing. I broke it off with him this morning after we got into a really bad argument. It started out about oral, actually, but then it just sort of… spiraled… and then I told him to fuck off.”

Makki’s jaw drops while Mattsun heaves a humored sigh. “So that’s why you got into this conversation from the start”, the taller one states, his fingers tickling you behind the ear. You shiver and try to shy away from his touch, but he doesn’t let you.

Again, you’re reminded of the heat in their apartment. You’re only wearing a pair of sweatshorts, old and ratty and something you wouldn’t be caught dead in around any other creature of the male species but Makki and Mattsun, and one of their soft t-shirts with a worn print that you stole several years ago — none of you remember which one of them it originally belonged to since they usually swap t-shirts back and forth, and they stopped pestering you about giving it back a long time ago.

“Well… yes?”, you find yourself saying.

Makki’s hands unclench and grip your bare knees gently, drawing your attention back to him from Mattsun. He’s grinning up at you, and there’s a darkness in his eyes that makes your stomach flip. “So… you want us to give you an oral orgasm?”

Your jaw drops as you stare at him, wide-eyed. Admittedly, you had considered the both of them in that light, several times, over the years. I mean, look at them. Over six feet tall the both of them, athletic, fast and with nice features. It should be illegal to be so physically gifted. Horny teenage curiosity and more recent dry spells had led you to long nights with your hand between your thighs, imagining how one of their hands would feel in its place; or better yet both of their hands.

Their fingers are thicker, longer, than yours, so they would undoubtedly reach deeper. Stretch you wider. But how would they go about it? Would they be soft and careful? Hard and rough? Would they be different from each other?

Of course the two would be different. But how different? Would one of them be fast, the other slow? Or would it be the softness-contra-roughness that differs, rather than the pace? And let’s not get started on the question of their size. You’ve seen them lounge about in sweatpants sometimes, it doesn’t happen often, and every time you have to force your eyes up to their faces. You know it’s a stupid assumption, but they have big hands. And large shoe sizes. It’s only fair to assume that—

Mattsun’s large hand lands across the back of your neck, squeezing lightly to get your attention. It’s such a simple gesture, yet you feel like you melt into the palm of his hand. “Hiro asked you a question, sweetheart”, he mumbles right into your ear. He’s so close you can feel his breath against the side of your face. “I think he’d like an answer.”

Only then do you realize that you got lost in your own thoughts for several moments. How long? You don’t know, but you don’t dare to dwell on it. You swallow thickly, raising your gaze from where you’d zoned out while looking at Makki’s hands on your knees until you meet his eyes. He’s smirking that usual cocky smirk of his, but his eyes are swimming with something you’ve never seen in him before. His hands are warm on your knees, and you shiver in your seat as Mattsun squeezes gently at the back of your neck. They’ve literally got you cornered on their shitty old couch.

“U-um, could you repeat the question?”, you stutter out, hating the way your voice wavers and sounds so airy.

But Makki grins, squeezing your knees in his hands. “Sure thing, babe”, he says teasingly. “I asked if you wanted me and Issei to eat your pussy until you cum.”

Oh. Right. That.

Your jaw drops again and this time around, they both laugh. Not meanly, not at your expense. They just laugh lowly, and you feel like the sound makes your entire being vibrate.

“I— umm, I mean, I, hah…”, you stammer, trying to get out a complete sentence.

“Only if you want to. And it doesn’t have to be both of us, you can take your pick. Promise we won’t be mad”, Makki continues, squeezing your knees gently. “Right, Issei?”

Mattsun huffs in agreement, his palm still heavy and warm and comforting against the back of your neck. “Right”, he echoes his friend’s statement. “If you're not comfortable, neither of us want it. Don’t pressure yourself.”

Makki nods along, and starts talking about something that you only half-hear because your mind is reeling. They don’t want to pressure you. They’re waiting for your word. But the way they pose it, it’s like they expect you to say no. It’s like they’ve already given up, even though you haven’t even answered yet. Or, well, technically you have, but that embarrassing stutter of a reply you gave just a moment ago doesn’t count. Not really.

Just as Makki leans back slightly, about to get up from the floor as his hands lift from your knees, your hands dart out to grab his wrists. His eyebrows shoot up as you firmly place his hands high up on your thighs, but he still grins.

“Well, self-proclaimed god of pussy-eating”, you start off teasingly, and he rolls his eyes at you as Mattsun chuckles beside you. Makki’s eye roll is cut short as you suggestively spread your legs slightly, his gaze zeroing in on where your pussy hides beneath your bottoms. “Do your worst.”

[nastyc2nt]

Hanta sero being the biggest fuck boy around, and izuku being sensitive and inexperienced leads to many things

Like izuku begging sero to teach him to fuck you. And trust me he’s writhing. Red faced, maybe teary. He’s so embarrassed. And sero just drinks it up. “Yeah? You want me to teach you to fuck your girl?” Or something slightly condescending.

Of course hanta agrees cause you’re hot. So he’s sitting behind you, against the headboard. While he shows izuku how to make you cum in every way.

First lesson was fingers, second was tongue, third was his dick. And after was toys he lended you both. Fingers started out tricky, but sero was fairly hands on, resulting in four fingers in you rather than two. Izukus personal favourite was the vibrators. Something about being as desperate and pathetic as him, turned him on.

Something about the condescending attitude plus the whiny pathetic behaviour goes crazy. (Side note. If you want it to be even more freaky. Make izuku the fuckboy and bakugo the pathetic one. “I guess you’ll always be second place to me kacchan.’ Or something even more diva-ish.)

🫀

I’m literally going crazy, i wouldn’t have thought of this on my own and i’m so grateful you brought this to my attention—

Sero is a very good choice because he’s so experienced!! Poor Izuku wouldn’t know what to do, he’s never had a girlfriend before!!

She/Her and Born at birth anatomy.

{idk where katsuki came in from, but I literally breath for cocky izuku. Will make a small dabble if you send in something about cocky izuku and katsuki}

{Also saw chubby reader for some reason- BUT EVERYTHINH WORKS}

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“Don’t just whine,” sero sternly shouted at the green haired man that was too lost in your pussy to think of anything else. Izuku has been trying so hard to learn everything, and has been getting so turned on with how pathetic you looked when you’ve been overstimulated.

“M’sorry,” he opened his eyes and focused on fucking you just right instead of his own needs, he tries to reach deep and use his cock with the tips sero gave him! And he listened to how you like it as well.

Sero rolls his eyes and grabs izukus hand from behind you, his other hand still grabbing your waist and you lean back onto his chest. “Play with her clit like a man! I thought the number one hero could please his girlfriend,” he looks down at you, your eyes half open as you look at your boyfriend. He recalled your defenses against izuku being a bad lover throughout the evening but never once said no, or that what sero did wasn’t right.

You moan and whimper when izuku started to play with your overused clit and started to squirm underneath both their holds, but sero made sure to keep you still. “See? Ain’t that a precious sight,” he hated to admit, if you were to find yourself single — he’d fuck you so good. But he has more respect for izuku then to pull you away from him.

Izuku had enough of the hunger in Seros eyes, he knew it was strange to get jealous when he literally asked for this.

You yelped when izuku pressed your leg up higher and inched his body closer, his legs almost crushing you, “Gonna cum?” Izuku egged on. sero watches him start to pump your guts, and the sound from your lips and pussy is so good it makes him hard. Izuku was rough now to, his hand making a imprint on your leg that he held closer to your head, and his hand still playing with your clit.

Sero smirks, proud of Izuku gaining confidence and fucking like a man. “Damn, fuckin’ her rough? I knew you were like a rabbit.”

¡!Don’t repost my posts on other websites, don’t translate them, theses are for me to publish on my own!!

Taglist: @sparklylanddetective @fvitos

[4ng3l-shortc4k3]

Cw: yandere behavior, murder, cannibalism(?), mentions of mating

Okay enough Solomon talk I want to introduce a yandere who lives near the bottom of the ocean. Sounds crazy right? Yeah well so is he and his name is Nen. He's a sea serpent and he would most likely meet you on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere

He'll be mean to you at first mostly because he doesn't understand why you're being so awful to him. He literally saved you and you can't even thank him?? That's being selfish! At least to him it is. Then its only a matter of time where he softens you up with how nice he is that you'll end up wanting to stay

He's a yandere in the sense that he'll kidnap you thinking you're in trouble or something, drag you down in his underwater kingdom, and trap you there without a form of leaving. But its okay because he promises he'll help you!! And by helping he means distracting you with the tempting promises of what he has to offer so you'll never leave.

At least you're able to breathe underwater because of him draining all the water inside the castle so now everyone is forced to use their more humane forms rather than their animalistic ones they were used to. It doesn't help that you are the reason Nen starts changing the castle around to where it fits your mortal body's needs better than the rest. He'd neglect his people in order to make you happy which doesn't do wonders to your guilty conscience

Except he's also terribly clingy to you. You will be followed everywhere you go. You'll sit on his lap, you'll sleep in his bed, and he will get jealous of everyone and anyone who dares to talk to you. But here's the kicker he won't do anything about it because of how happy you are and he can't ruin that

So he'll bid his time mostly doing his best to keep you with him close by. He doesn't mind when you make friends with the servants just stop trying to flirt with them! He'll even let you have your own room if you at least stop your behavior before he ends up eating- I mean firing the staff members

When you start having feelings for Nen he would be overjoyed and he'll celebrate with you. Yet he doesn't understand how relationships work much less mating. He's been alive for thousands upon thousands of years ruling his precious kingdom yet never figured out how to have sex with someone so you're going to have to teach him yourself

He's also very capable of being aloof most of the time. He'd be so happy being in your arms despite quite literally being way taller than you that he'll forget vital information for when you two start properly courting. He'd forget so often about such important things that when you get upset with him he'll end up begging for your forgiveness. Its not easy especially when he gets too upset because he'll transform into this big and scary sea serpent just like when you first met him

When like this its best to evacuate with the others because he will start destroying the castle often times eating the unlucky servants and guards who weren't able to escape on time. He doesn't mean to make a mess but you simply wouldn't forgive him and he couldn't help it. It was a poor excuse especially when he tells you that he can't control himself when highly emotional but there was nothing you could do about it even if you did end up believing his ridiculous excuse

But in the end you'll forgive him anyways and he'll be back to his silly himbo nature of not understanding every innuendo you throw his way. Or how he doesn't understand modern things. Did I mention he's a very traditional guy? But he'll break the rules for you in a heartbeat so it really isn't all that bad. As long as you could handle the eating and the accidental tantrums then truly you're in a perfect undersea paradise where you are more of the king than the queen. Not like Nen would mind you taking his role in the first place when he's so busy idolizing you all the time

[vickyvicarious]

I think I may have found a Van Helsing-Mina dynamic pattern. Mina piping in to show that she knows something that Van Helsing just asked but wasn't expecting her to know.

First, it was when they first met and Van Helsing doubts her having "good memory for facts, for details?" as it's "not always so with young ladies", and then Mina going "I'll do you one better" and then trolling him a little with a sleigh of shorthand. Van Helsing praises her.

Now Van Helsing says

"To begin, have you ever study the philosophy of crime? ‘Yes’ and ‘No.’ You, John, yes; for it is a study of insanity. You, no, Madam Mina;"

Then Mina doesn't say "actually, I have", she instantly proves his assumption wrong. She begins dropping Latin as much as he just did, and cites two contemporary sources on the philosophy of crime (though it's all now debunked pseudoscience) to back up her assessment on Dracula's mind.

I wish I could think of a way to maintain this banter in an adaptation but without a different subject matter, like the study 15th century history instead of criminology.

Anyway, Van Helsing ends up praising her again.

On a slightly different vein, another Van Helsing-Surprise Mina dialogue, followed by his praise:

“When does the next train start for Galatz?” said Van Helsing to us generally . “At 6:30 to-morrow morning!” We all started, for the answer came from Mrs. Harker. (...) "Wonderful woman," Van Helsing murmured.

I don't know if it's a teacher/student dynamic or teacher/young teacher...

Yes, it's so fun! I especially like the way she doesn't get all offended and interrupt to tell him "actually, I-" each time. It's a very characteristic detail. But just as important is the way she doesn't just meekly let his assumptions stand. Instead, she simply demonstrates her knowledge to him, proving that he really shouldn't make underestimate her. And he's astonished and impressed every time because he keeps doing it anyway and it's always fun to watch happen.

It's definitely a recurring detail. The shorthand diary, to an extent also Jonathan's diary, when she anticipated the need to not tell her things after she'd been bitten, when she surprises him with the news that she needs to come along with them, knowing the train schedule (though that was less focused on her from his part), the criminology discussion...

Not every single time I mention is as clearly expressed in dialogue with the exact pattern you pointed out, but in general we keep seeing him thinking she wouldn't know something or needs to be protected from something, only to then find out she's already thinking the same thing if not well ahead of him.

It feels like Van Helsing keeps defaulting to teacher/student or even father/daughter (in a paternalistic benevolent sexism way). But Mina just keeps quietly proving that no, actually they're equals. I guess that could lean towards teacher/young teacher (which actually, they literally were to an extent - Van Helsing was Seward's professor back in the day and before her marriage Mina was an assistant teacher) though it doesn't feel quite analogous to me for reasons I can't put into words.

As for the pseudoscience... I do think the best way to get around it would be to discuss more generally history or battle tactics. Focusing even more on Dracula's past and personality, and Van Helsing's own expectation of what kind of education a man would have had (he has to expect Jack to know it, after all, unless that is changed too) versus a woman. Unfortunately that loses the association of modernity, but I'm not sure what a better option would be to still get across the idea there while maintaining the direction of the conversation.

[laura1633]

i need to say this somewhere and i hope you won’t mind if i send this “rant” here. bc this is just a stupid smut pet peeve that i let annoy me so much.

but anyway every time i go to the lestappen tag i get really disheartened bc there is such a imbalance. there is so much bottom charles and omega charles and charles being loved and worshiped and i honestly wouldn’t mind that at all but the number of fics where max gets the same are pretty much nonexistent compared to charles-centric fics like there are bottom max fics but they get drowned out. pretty much all the popular fics that have thousands of kudos and that ppl recommend to everyone are bottom charles. seriously i saw a rec list once where the few bottom max fics had the fact that they are bottom max mentioned in the same manner as content warnings for some other fics. it was super weird but maybe the person who made that didn’t think it would come across like that.

i know there are lots of bottom max fics (i’ve probably read them all lol) and ppl who like both, like you. i’m happy about the ppl who comment on bottom max fics those fics still get a lot of love even when it seems so little in the grand scheme of things. but i’m just annoyed and a bit confused that it’s so disproportionate. probably bc charles is more popular than max and bottom charles has gotten so popular ppl are inclined to it and it's "safe" and gets more love.

then again there’s so much talk about omega max on tumblr and then none of that shows on ao3 weirdly. (except maybe on the maxiel side i literally became a maxiel shipper bc i wanted more omega max lol) some ppl on here who say they’re bottom/omega max “truthers” have like several top max fics on their account and no bottom max fics which literally not that deep everyone should write what they want and what they are inspired to write but not practicing what you preach confuses me a bit not gonna lie haha. i’ve written my own fics which are pretty much premises i want to desperately read but no one has written them (like fine i'll do it myself) and i've gotten a good response but i’m a slow writer so i haven't written everything i want to write. thank you for everything you’ve written laura!

I don't mind at all anon, I have added your second ask too <3 Sorry this ended up being a lengthy reply. I love that we can yap about the bottom or omega Max agenda though 😂

I started writing maybe about two years ago and at the time a lot of the Lestappen stories were definitely bottom Charles and omega Charles. I started writing because a little bit like yourself there was some stuff I wanted to read that didn't exist so I just wrote it myself. At the time I had no clue how to write but I have hopefully improved over the past couple years! I was just desperate for there to be some more soft Max or Max being looked after and cared for. I just think Max doesn't get enough love and there can never be enough fics where it's pointed out just how hot he is!

I also like the idea of sexy, hot alpha Charles and think it's fun to not always see him in that 'babygirl' role if that makes sense. Although I can see why he ends up in that role a lot, he is also very pretty

I used to read a lot of Maxiel for the same reason as yourself, in fact I do still read Maxiel because of that reason and also because there are some very talented writers writing it. (although I also think of Daniel as being quite omega like!)

I definitely agree that there is a lot more bottom and omega Max within the lestappen tag now compared to a couple of year ago.

For me, I like to swap it around. I like to write soft alpha Max and even bottom alpha Max. The main thing for me is that the dynamic works for the story I want to tell. I have started leaning more towards omega Max though because I know that there is plenty of omega Charles out there and there are plenty of people who can write omega Charles much better than I can!!

You are absolutely correct about the comments and kudos thing. Firstly I should say that there are some amazing writers writing some amazing bottom and omega Charles fics that deserve all the love in the world and I am not for one second suggesting that they only have so many responses because of the dynamic but (at least to start with) I found that my omega Charles fics got more kudos than the omega Max ones. That might have just been a coincidence but when I start writing a story I know it will get more attention if I write it with the omega Charles dynamic. I'm not for one second suggesting that that is what people are thinking about btw, it's just a fact I have noticed with my own work. These days I just write what I like and hope some other people like it. If I ranked my fics by kudos they definitely wouldn't be in quality order so I don't worry about that now 😂

Like you have said, everyone should write what they like as it's all for fun. I am just glad there are other people out there reading and writing bottom/omega Max or even just Max getting the love and attention he deserves.

I will read top Max and I enjoy top Max. The only Max fics I don't like are where the writer clearly doesn't like Max and is making him unnecessarily aggressive or just making him the butt of the joke in a mean way. I prefer to read Lestappen when I can tell that the writer likes both of them if that makes sense (obviously people have a favourite but that's different. )

The content warning for the bottom Max fics made me giggle. I don't know what context that was in as I didn't see the post but it definitely made me laugh. Maybe it needs a content warning because its likely to alter your brain chemistry and you'll not be able to see him topping again 😂

I will always write some bottom Charles and some omega Charles because it just works in certain contexts for me but I have felt myself leaning more towards the other dynamic. Hopefully most people don't mind because there are so many Lestappen writers these days so there is definitely plenty of omega Charles to chose from.

I am shocked there is not more Omega Max x Omega Charles though as that seems to fit quite well.

Sorry, I totally rambled there but I am a huge lover of omega and bottom Max and always will be. I am also a huge lover of Max being treated nicely and softly and getting all the attention and affection in the world.

[warblogs17282]

So, I've been thinking about Stolas and the divorce proceedings again, and the more I think about it, the more that I come to the conclusion that Stolas is gonna lose hard if he ends up appearing in court in regards to the divorce proceedings.

Let's start with a quick refresher on things, the show has given us a few things that can point us to the conclusion that there's been divorce proceedings happening in the background.

'You leave with Via on weekends.'

and the fact that a lot of things in Stolas' palace now seems to be wrapped up in some sort of material.

(Just so we're clear Stolas is absolutely the victim here, I'm just speaking like how someone with no prior knowledge of the situation would look at it, and that Stolas did not 'cheat' on Stella, for reasons that Stolas himself said.)

Getting back to the subject, I mainly think that Stolas is gonna get an unfavorable outcome in the courts regarding the divorce proceedings for one main reason. It'll turn into a 'he said she said' situation real quickly.

Let's think this through, who do you think the people looking over the divorce proceedings are going to believe the most? The socially awkward person, who, to everyone on the outside, decided to cheat on her with a seemingly random imp? Or the one who Andrealphus described as quote 'attractive' and has to the people overlooking the divorce proceedings, done almost nothing wrong, making her the victim of Stolas cheating on her to them?

I know you're most likely thinking of a few points right now, so let's discuss those as well.

1: 'Stolas could just mention the abuse he's suffered.'

That's also gonna turn into a 'he said she said' situation real fast as well.

Cause to start, the overt abuse in front of Octavia in s1 e2 will most likely just end up getting overlooked for the most part, considering that this takes place after Stolas 'cheated' on Stella, meaning that the people in the courts will most likely offer Stella at minimum a bit of sympathy in regards to this specifically.

There's also this in s1 e2, where Stolas tries to explain to Octavia about the arranged marriage in a somewhat private area, but ultimately ends up not being able to get the points out, so there's always that chance that Stolas just ends up not being able to explain his side of the arranged marriage properly, including the abuse, which wouldn't help Stolas' case at all. Although considering that Stolas was able to stand up to Stella in s2 e1, I do imagine that Stolas would be able to explain his side of the story in court, especially considering everything that has happened since then.

There's also the fact that no one other than Stolas, the victim, actually knows about the abuse that took place before Stolas 'cheated' on her.

Plus, as far as we know, Stolas has zero evidence to prove that the abuse he suffered at the hands of Stella actually happened. The only possible way I think of Stolas having evidence of the abuse is via some sort of CCTV, or maybe a testimony from a butler that happened to overhear the abuse, but unless one of those two things happen, Stolas mentioning the abuse before he 'cheated' on Stella is gonna be yet another 'he said she said' situation.

The picture of Stella as a child may also be playing on your mind as well. This picture doesn't exactly prove anything, considering it only speaks to her character, not being able to prove that Stella actually abused Stolas before he 'cheated' on her to the people overlooking the case.

And then there's the matter of if this picture of Stella is even still around anywhere, considering how long it's been since that picture was taken it could very well just be lost to time.

Another angle you may be thinking of is 'Stella literally hired Striker to kill Stolas.'

That's also gonna turn into a 'he said she said' situation as well unless one of three things happens:

The butler holding the phone in the ending of s1 e5 gets called in as a witness and gives testimony saying that Stella did say "I want this cheating prick dead! I don't care who you have to go through, MAKE IT HAPPEN!"

Striker gets caught by authorities and confesses that Stella is one of his clients.

I don't think that kind of phone saves numbers, but maybe if it does keep a log, and there's logs of Stella's conversations with Striker on it.

All three of these things however I don't exactly see a high chance of occurring if the divorce proceedings do end up going to court however, meaning that unless one of those three things happen, there's zero evidence Stolas can use to prove Stella actually hired Striker, because with how serious a charge like that would be, there's gonna need to be much more than just testimony for a conviction.

So, in conclusion: I believe that if the divorce proceedings between Stella and Stolas ends up going to court, Stolas is gonna end up getting an unfavorable outcome from it, especially considering that, to what we know now, there's not really any/much evidence that Stolas can use to prove Stella was abusive to him before he 'cheated' on Stella, and there's also not much/any evidence that Stolas can use to prove that Stella hired Striker to kill Stolas.

[joanquill]

Sebastian, Fred, Bonde, and Herder Taking Care of Sick S/O

How Sebastian, Fred, Bonde, and Herder would take care of their lover if they were sick.

Sebastian Moran, Fred Porlock, James Bonde, and Von Herder

A/N: Jack, Moneypenny, and Paterson will be added in part two-- I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T REALIZE I READ THE ASK WRONG ASGHAJHG also, here is the Moriarty Brothers' version and Sherlock's version!

Sebastian Moran

Definitely has experience taking care of you when you have a hangover or body sores.

When he finds out you got sick, he'll most likely scold you (despite the high chance he's the reason why you got sick in the first place).

Unfortunately, your sore throat can't let you voice your complaints, and can just glare at him.

Sebastian probably acts the calmest while taking care of you.

But he keeps holding your hand while you're sleeping, rubbing his thumb against your wrist to check.

Also does not care if he gets sick because of you.

He probably welcomes it, saying he will have a reason to not do chores and he can stay in bed with you.

He probably camps in your room, hiding from Louis and Moneypenny and saying he's there to take care of you.

But when he does get caught, they literally have to drag him out of your room.

He checks in on you every now and then while doing chores, making sure you've eaten, taking medicine on time, and resting properly.

He'll most likely feed you, even if you have the energy to eat on your own.

You had to kick him out of your room so you could change by yourself despite him promising not to look.

He'll probably act exasperated while taking care of you, but still does it diligently.

He definitely stayed by your side while sleeping, making sure you were alright.

Even when you get better, he'll still check your temperature and make sure you don't push yourself, just in case.

Fred Porlock

When he tries to wake you up to start the day, his heart drops when he sees you sweating bullets and breathing heavily.

Ran to Louis for help, panicking while Louis checked up on you.

Fortunately, it was only a slight fever. But the headache you were feeling said otherwise.

Louis made you take a day off so you could recover and had the others cover for your tasks for the day.

You swear you could hear Sebastian complain, but it might just be the fever.

Louis and Moneypenny taught Fred how to take care of you, while also checking in on you when they could.

The poor boy was unsure what to do while you're stuck in bed.

You could tell he tried his best: carefully carrying your food and medicine to your room, blowing on your food when it's hot, feeding you, helping you take your medicine on time, and keeping you company.

But Moneypenny had to step in when you had to change your clothes.

Fred left the room even when you said it was fine and he could just turn around.

When he's done with chores and looking after the garden, he spends the rest of the day in your room.

Even when you're asleep, he watches you and keeps you company, sometimes even checking if your fever has gone down.

Back when he was an orphan and living in the streets, he had seen people dying from fever or a common cold and he didn't want the same thing to happen to you.

You try to reassure him, holding his hand while saying you will be fine the next morning with him looking after you.

But he still can't help but feel anxious, holding your hand through the night.

James Bonde

I wouldn't be surprised if you got sick when you got stuck in the rain with him.

Most likely from his idea of dancing together or kissing in the rain like in the novels.

However, what irks you is that James was perfectly healthy the next day, while you can't even leave the bed.

He charms his way out of your anger, though.

Still tries to cuddle with you while you're sick.

Constantly flirting and saying you still look adorable in his eyes despite being sick.

When you put on a mask to avoid him getting sick, he still kisses you, saying it'll be fine.

Likes feeding you the most, but also makes sure you take your medicine on time and rest.

While helping you change out of your clothes, he'll probably hug you from behind to get a reaction.

Other than his constant teasing and flirting, he takes proper care of you.

When you fall asleep, he kisses your cheek and goes do his remaining chores or tasks.

But if he had a mission that day, he'd come rushing to you when he got home and cuddles you.

He'll probably sneak into your bed and cuddle with you, sleeping next to you despite your constant warnings when you were awake.

When you get better, expect him not to leave your side and have him cling to you the whole day.

Or if he actually gets sick, expect him to still cling to you and ask you to look after him the whole day.

Von Herder

He probably warned you about taking care of your health when he caught you sneezing in the lab, but you most likely brushed it off as the dust in the air.

As it turns out, you did catch a cold.

When he found out, he probably teased you about being right but was worried about you, nonetheless.

He ensures everything you need is within reach, buying whatever you need and request.

Unfortunately, he still has work to do in the lab, so he usually just checks up on you once in a while.

Has invented walkie-talkies to keep you company (and let him talk to you about machines while you're bedridden).

If he hears you snoring and you don't respond, he lets you sleep and wishes you goodnight.

But he'll probably complain about you falling asleep while he was talking about his new invention.

Herder probably wears a mask and gloves while taking care of you, saying it'll be bad if he catches your cold while he's still working on projects.

I wouldn't be surprised if he wears a hazmat suit-

He makes you take your medicine on the dot, no questions asked.

I think he's a competent caretaker. He helps you change out of your clothes, feeds you, and makes you rest.

It's almost alarming how efficient he was in taking your clothes off and changing them, but you decided not to say anything.

When he's done with work, he visits your room to keep you company.

If you're asleep, he'll probably be on the side inventing something he thought of for you as quietly as possible.

He'll probably kick out Sebastian or Bonde if they try to go to your room while you're sleeping, saying they'll wake you up.

However, if he starts getting bored, he'll probably poke your cheeks to wake you up saying it's time to eat or take your medicine.

[thepinkdreamganjaqueen]

Focus On Me

Randall Kirkland x Fem!Reader 

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Summary: Y/N is the newest arrival to the township. Amongst all the townsfolk, she takes a liking to the most unlikable guy in town when things go awry at the colony house. How will she survive the night? 

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, piv, unprotected sex, DubCon (kinda), breeding, public sex, exhibitionism, drug use, mentions of DV, mentions of violence (murder), swearing, fem!reader, romantic smut, aftercare (he deserves that and more!) 

A/N: Randall Kirkland needs love, y'all!! You know, under that cold abrasive exterior, he's a total softie with a good heart! From is such a great show, I love Randall and will protect him at all costs!!! Story is cannon, no spoilers for new season, but it's definitely the reason I wrote it… especially after ep. 6. Randall is baby girl!! Please enjoyyy! I love and appreciate you all! Feel free to reach out anytime! I welcome all interaction!  

Word Count: 5.4k

FOCUS ON ME

Stepping back into colony house was heavy after last night. Donna and Boyd were outside at first light to cover and remove the body of yet another victim to these creatures. You often reminisced of your days before this nightmare you were trapped in. Wishing, hoping to wake up. You arrived in the township by yourself, close to sunset. The folks at colony house were welcoming albeit, strange. You understood now. Often disassociating from the truth and drowning yourself in a journal or sneaking off to vape THC, often walking in the woods, trying to make sense of things, to find… something. Like everyone's first night, you struggled to take in what this place was, what it did to people, not wanting or willing to trust anyone. There was no answers or information as to why this was all happening, no one communicated, and you felt alone. Everyone else seemingly accepting their fates. Except one person. A guy by the name of Randall who people whispered about in the colony house. After hearing some not so stellar rumors about fighting and guns, you initially opted to stay away. Not just from him but closing yourself off to others as well. Sure, some of them seemed nice, but you knew no one or the circumstances that led you to this place. It just didn’t make sense. It was hard to trust anyone, truly. 

After your third night here, you awoke from maybe two hours of sleep to find people rummaging through your things. Personal items mixed with sentimental items that you once thought held value. You were in the middle of a move, taking only your most precious items with on the initial voyage from Key West to Seattle escaping from a violent DV situation literally upheaving your entire life. A new life, new beginnings and new opportunities you had once looked forward to. That was before the tree appeared in the road and the crows circled above.  

The car alarm was jarring waking you from an unrestful sleep, you bolted out the door to see people with handfuls of your clothes, bagging up your journals and other personal effects. It felt as if they were taking what was left from your old life, what made you, you. Without hesitation you started ripping your items from the hands of the thieves. One of the women started yelling while trying to yank back your things, you didn’t hear her and acted out, launching a solid fist into her jaw causing her to fall back as others went to restrain you trying to talk about the rules, and other things you were too upset to hear.  

This place was already loathsome enough, you thought. “You can't take my things!” You yelled as people held you back, each holding one arm. You bucked and screamed until they let go and you fell to the ground. A crowd had begun to form on the porch, watching you. You could feel the heat of anger and embarrassment rise in your cheeks. You pant in defeat, looking at the ground sobbing as people loaded your things into the home. Boots appeared in front of you and a hand reached down. A deep voice spoke out “Here, stand up” You recognized the face immediately as Randall, who had wandered over after hearing the commotion. Him and some folks from town were trying to build some kind of radio tower near the garden.  

You took his hand and stood, dusting off the front of your pants where wet dirt had stained your knees. “Don’t let them see you like this” he whispered. “Give her back her shit!” He yelled to the crowd. Donna stepped forward demanding everyone calm down, she then firmly reminded Randall of the rules if “she” wanted to stay here. “As a community, we have to share everything equally” she had said to him while looking at you. “My journals? My clothes? Are you serious? Its all I have!” You said wanting to swing again but refraining, what good would it do. Your stuck with everyone here anyway. “That or you can do as Randall here did and leave if you don't like the rules” she said directly to you in a condescending manor.  

You storm off in a huff, not wanting to display any more emotion than you already have. You walked away fists clenched and head down when you heard footsteps beside you. “Thank you.” You said. Looking up and meeting his eyes. It was Randall. His smoldering gaze made your breath catch in your throat. He stood at least a foot or more taller than you, athletic build, clean shaved buzz cut, hazel-green eyes, and a dimpled chin. Funny you thought, all the talk about him, how terrible he is, how difficult he can be, and yet he was the only person to stick up for you.  

“Its bullshit, you know it, I know it. They tried that with me too when I got here.” He said as you two continued walking away. “What did you do? Did you get your things back?” You asked. “Yeah eventually, and they kicked me out because of it. Didn’t want to follow their rules” he said with a half grin. “I stay in the bus away from everyone else.” He lamented. Explaining how Donna had showed him how to use the talisman and wished him luck as he took his things. "Wow. What a peach," you said. “I'm Randall, by the way” he said while sticking a hand out. You reached to shake it “Y/N” you replied.  

It was nice talking to someone, you had felt alone here for the past few days, even more so when they began taking your things, it felt like your identity being stripped away. He seemed to understand, and vice versa, you understood him and his reasoning. He had already come to terms with some new truths about this place having been here longer, but you were still taking it all in, or rather, bottling it up and pushing it away. Whatever worked really. “So, where are you going?” He asked while walking beside you. “I guess, just for a walk to clear my head. Wanna come?” You asked, flashing a smile at him. “Sure. Anything to get away” you both chuckled as you led the way to the tree line. 

You learned a lot from him that day you first met him. You exchanged stories of your lives before, where you were going, what you were doing prior. He spoke candidly with you. It was truly refreshing. Sure, he was abrasive and blunt. You could see that on the surface, but somewhere below, you could see he was kind, that he cared, and that he, like the rest of us, was scared. You found it easy to talk to him and it was nice having conversations that didn’t completely revolve around death or scary night serial killer creatures. It was a nice escape from reality, one you both suffered from and needed badly. Spending much of your walk laughing and cracking jokes. His humor was dark much like your own, something you appreciated. You quickly found yourself wanting to talk to him all the time. He was relatable and understanding. He exuded strength and confidence and a no bullshit demeanor. Everyone else seemed so fake, or so lost. 

Although your conversations mostly remained light, he did speak about the people here too, about not trusting anyone, and how no one has really done anything or tried to figure this all out. He explained that living in the bus was hard, the creatures came every night like a routine, he studied them closely. Trying to find weaknesses, vulnerabilities, any information really. You two had stopped for a while. You remembered you had your pen in your pocket and asked him if he was ok with it. "Do you mind if I uh" you said as you wiggled the pen in your fingers. “Nah” he said with a grin. He stood taking stock of the environment you found yourselves in as smoke billowed from your lips into the cold morning air. You nonchalantly hold the pen out to him while also examining the environment. He looked down and grabbed the pen before clicking the button and drawing from the mouthpiece. Eliciting a couple small coughs from him. “Thanks, needed to take the edge off” he said while trying to catch his breath as you two began the trek back to town. You hadn't wandered off too far, never did in fear of getting lost before dark.  

He walked back to colony house with you. You didn’t want to go back, wasn’t ready to after this morning but nightfall approached. Randall stopped at the steps as you ascended. “Thank you, for today. I was really struggling, so, I appreciate you talking with me. It was nice.” You said with a coy smile. He nodded “Tomorrow we’ll get your stuff back okay.” He said. “Thank you, please be safe.” You lamented, truly hoping he made it through the night. You at least found solace in knowing you made a friend here. Knowing that made you feel less alone, but when you were on the couch at night as the creatures roamed the streets as Randall watched. You felt more alone than ever. A resident walked by wearing your shoes. You rolled your eyes and turned over, waiting for the night to be over. Tomorrow you would get your things back. You decided you weren't coming back to colony house. Maybe you could stay with someone in town, but you just couldn’t stay sane in a house full of people, especially when they were taking your things. You drifted off thinking of Randall, and what it must be like to stay on the bus at night.  

You were awoken by screaming. Someone had gotten killed last night and their body was left in the road in town. You heard residents chatter as Donna left to help dispose of the body. Before your mind could fully wake your body pulled itself up and ran for the door. You walked over to town, not wanting to see the body, but wanting to make sure it wasn’t Randall. A crowd formed around the body as Boyd tried to control the commotion with his hands waving telling people to move back. The bus was down the street a bit further away when you saw the door open and Randall step out to see what happened, who had gotten killed. Boyd gave his speech about safety at night and not trusting the creatures. You found yourself walking over to the bus where Randall stood arms crossed leaning against the open door. He straightened as you approached. “Let's go get your things” he said. “No one needs your journals and shit but you!” He said while starting to walk.  

The crowds were all down near the diner speculating about last night's murder. Only one or two people were at the house. You began collecting your personal effects from the rooms and basement where much of it was stored, mixed with other linens in a chest. “What if they don’t let me stay anymore” you said, voice full of concern. Randall set a bag down thinking for a moment. “Then you can stay in the bus with me.” The words sent shivers down your spine. The bus seemed so unsafe; he spoke about how vulnerable it made him feel. No shades for the windows, no pretending like everything is ok at night like the others have the luxury of doing. But it also excited you in a way. Randall was the only person here you’ve connected with, and on a deep level. You felt compelled to stay with him for reasons that can only be blamed on your hormones and lack of social life here. Maybe you would both be better off if neither of you were alone. You could feel heat rise in your cheeks as you continued to pack your things and head for the bus. 

After dropping off your things to the bus Randall was kind enough to help you carry, you both opted for another walk in the woods. It was a calmer environment; it was almost like being taken away from the commotion and despair that was the township and the townsfolk. Randall was a breath of fresh air. He saw through the bullshit and told it like it is. You appreciated his directness, especially when it came to you. “They think what they're doing is right, but they have no idea, no one does" you could sense the frustration in his voice. An emotion you shared. You agreed. “I get people are scared, we all are, but why can't anyone come together and think of something more than a temporary fix. These talismans are Band-Aids over a bigger issue were almost ignoring or just not trying hard enough to figure out. How many people are here, have been here, with nothing to show for it? With no answers as to why or how?” Randall shook his head. “See, you get it” he said as he reached to grab the pen from your hand.  

You two had found a log to sit and chat. Remarking at the landscape, trying to find something, anything really. Every answer he found only led to more questions, but at least he was trying rather than ignoring it like nothing ever happened. Like we all just chose to live here, to be here. Neither him nor you accepted that sentiment. He wanted out just like you did. But in the meantime, at least you had each other in a way.  

He never said anything but it seemed like he enjoyed your company. Willingly going on walks with you and talking for hours about anything. You were both a nice distraction for each other from the daily depression of existence within the confines of this horrible place. You found solace in him. A warm presence like protection and safety. That night you two had stayed awake for the most part talking through the screeches and screaming heard in the distance. Helping one another to ignore the words of the creatures when they would tap on the bus windows asking to come inside. It was scary but you two got through it.  

He had been used to this for some time. As used to it as someone could get, you supposed. But he was able to help you through your first night on the bus. “Focus on me” he said when they wandered to the window at the seat you occupied. He sat next to you and reached for your hand squeezing tightly. “Just focus on me”. The words he spoke echoed in your mind that evening until it darkened with slumber.  

You must have drifted off at some point because you awoke at first daylight as the sun began streaming into the windows. Randall was still sitting next to you. Had he held your hand all night? You must have fallen asleep on him. He could have shifted or asked you to move so he could sleep as well. But he didn’t. He sat there with you all night as your head rest upon his shoulder. When you moved, he jumped suddenly, eyes shot open and looking around. “Hey, hey, it's okay.” You said grabbing his leg and shaking it gently. He immediately relaxed.  

“Bad dream?” You asked. “No. No I uh, I just never really fall asleep in here. Sorry.” He spoke in a soft voice. “I haven't been able to sleep much at all my self since I've been here. But I was able to last night. I have you to thank for that” you looked on as he processed what you said. “Don’t worry about it. I should uh, thank you too. Having you here I guess, made it easier for me. Not having to be alone when those things show up.” He said clearing his throat and shifting slightly in his seat. “I appreciate you letting me sleep here. And I'm sorry about falling asleep on you” you said sheepishly.  

He grabbed your hand once more “Like I said, don’t worry about it.” A light smile lingered on his lips before he left. He had gone up to colony house again. Him and a few others that he was able to gather, had left to scavenge materials for the radio tower they were building. He would be gone for a while, so you spent your day mostly in the woods searching for answers, stopping by the diner for a quick meal then returning to the bus before nightfall.  

You sat in the fourth row back from the entrance. There was a break in seating here and room for your things in front of you without feeling crowded. This was normally where he would sit. You sat and journaled about your day, about last night. Jotting down ideas, possible relations between happenings and the effects, trying to make sense of things. The familiar ding of the nightly bell Boyd used to warn the townsfolk rang on the distance as the sky began to darken.  

You realized Randall wasn’t back at the bus yet. Your mind spiraled into worry. You panicked rushing to the bus door closing it and waiting for him to arrive. You looked in all directions when you spot him emerge from by the clinic. He’s running to the bus as those creatures slowly follow behind him ever so menacingly. You open the door before he gets to it yelling for him to hurry. He rushes in and runs to a seat. You shut the door behind him insuring its fully closed then rush to help him. Was he hurt? What was going on? He was frantically tearing at his clothes and swatting as if there was something near him. 

You stepped close to him trying to calm him, it was as if he could hear you but couldn’t respond. You could see he was scared and was seeing something you couldn’t, his eyes flickered looking at something. Not odd for this place but nonetheless, you were concerned. He was back on the bus, but was he actually safe? What happened out there? You wondered as you tried to calm him. “Randall! Hey! It’s me you’re okay!!” You tried to consol him. You grabbed onto him holding his arms and entering his vision. He was sunk into the seat eyes still wide with fear. You put your weight on him, straddling him in the seat grabbing his face trying to redirect his attention. “Randall!” You yelled helplessly. You were scared, unsure what else to do in this moment. Unsure how to help. 

He sat with you on top of him, still unphased. It’s as if he was stuck in a waking nightmare. Suddenly all you could think was to potentially shock his system somehow to take him out of it. "Randall, focus on me, okay?” You lean in quickly, pressing your lips to his, breathing deeply through your nose. Laughter could be heard coming from the creatures that had gathered around the bus. You ignored them. You continued kissing him. Softly pressing your lips to his watching his reaction. His eyes went half lidded before flickering shut.  

His breathing slowed and body stopped trembling. He kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You embraced it and closed your eyes. You didn’t expect that. You pulled away for a moment examining his expression, wanting to know if he was out of the woods so to speak. “Are you okay?” You asked. He looked at you with surprise. “Why did you do that?” He spoke softly, still holding you to him. “I'm so sorry. I didn’t know what else to do, I just wanted to shock your system or something. I had to pull you out of that! I was scared for you, and you showed up past dark and-" he cut you off suddenly, pulling your face back to his. You melted in his grasp, returning the kiss with fervor. You wrapped your arms around him while he pulled you closer as your tongues searched each other's mouths, teeth clashing as you vigorously and passionately kiss. 

Somewhere outside there was knocking at the windows of the bus as the creatures taunted you. Neither him nor you paid attention. Your focus remained on each other. As long as the talisman hung from the frame of the bus within and the doors and windows were shut, you were fine as far as you knew. Not accounting for whatever happened to Randall. Regardless of what it was you were able to redirect his attention and pull him back, putting his focus back on you. 

Moans escaped your lips as his hands caressed your back, sides, and hips, rocking you on him. You could begin to feel the stillness grow in his pants. It was hard to ignore as it pressed against your thigh. His hands slid under the backside of your shirt; you could feel the cold air from the bus creep underneath. You took a moment to pull your shirt up over your head, fully immersing yourself in the heat of the moment. You weren't even thinking about those things outside watching. Let them, you thought. 

You caught his gaze after removing your shirt, his eyes met yours with a look of longing. You felt the same, the need. You had only been alone here for less than a week, he had been here for months. You could only imagine how alone he must have felt. Your heart ached for him, but your body lusted. You could feel heat envelope every part of you, concentrating in your groin where you began to throb for him. Your hand wandered his body, exploring every muscle, every curve and line, tracing it with your fingers, following where it led. He continued rocking your hips into him, his face now stern with concentration as he looked in your eyes watching you squirm as he rocked you slowly forward then slowly back. 

The look in his eyes as he watched you soaked your panties, that, and the friction he applied. But the way he looked at you, like he needed you, drove the innermost primal part of you absolutely insane. You began rocking with his grip, pushing yourself onto his stillness. Your head flung back as he began pressing kisses to your décolletage, biting at the fleshy mounds beneath your bra breathing heavily. 

You slid a hand between you and him down to his waistline tugging at the buttons on his jeans. He motioned to undo them and took them and his boxers off. You stood and slid your pants and panties down as well, taking them off completely before returning to his lap. You grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself as you put your knees on either side of him, while he slapped your ass. You cried out at the sting of the slap that reverberated through the silence of the bus. He looked up at you and grinned, rubbed up your thighs to your backside, grabbing a handful of flesh in each hand and bringing you in for another passionate kiss.  

Your chest heaved against his as you lustfully devoured him. You could feel him even firmer now. You were soaking wet; he must feel it you thought as you mindlessly grinded against his length. After breaking from the kiss, you lean your forehead to his looking into his eyes then down at your hand that was moving to grip him. He gasped as you took hold of him, stroking him slowly as you looked into his eyes. He was rock hard and throbbing. His tip sticky with precum. You used your fingers to spread it around before scooting yourself against him and sliding his length up and down your slit.  

Your hand held him firm to you as you slightly moved up and down. His manhood throbbing against your clit as he slid so easily against your slick cunt. He had been pawing at your flesh, squeezing, pinching and scratching at your back as you teased him. His face buried between your breasts sucking and biting. He would reach up and grab them and caress them, running his tongue over them leaving a trail of cooled skin behind that made you shiver every time he breathed.  

He would look up at you periodically, watching your face enjoy him. The hand you used to hold him against you slowly started applying pressure until he was at your entrance, and you slowly slid down, taking time to accept his size within you. You cried out as he breached, just the tip making you want more. You slid down fully, watching his face contort as you forced him inside you. You were dripping wet yet he was quite substantial, so you felt yourself stretch as he entered.  

You wrap your arms around his neck as you start to slowly grind and bounce on top of him. His hands were back at your hips trying to control the speed, pushing you down on him harder each time. His look was stern as he focused on you, looking directly into your eyes as he met every bounce of yours with a thrust of his own. Each thrust drawing a cry from you. Your moans and cries of passion paired with his grunts and heavy breathing, drowned out all the outside noise. All the screaming all the nightmarish things just beyond the windows were now worlds away. They could probably hear you over at colony house with how intense it was, how loud he had you. You pick up your knees bringing your feet onto the seat on either side of him, grabbing his shoulders as you continue to ride him. 

His head fell back against the seat eyes closed as he used his hands placed under your thighs to help lift you as you rose and fell against his length. A look of relaxation and serenity you had never seen on him before. You provided a peaceful temporary escape for him. You watched as his chest rose and fell with each panting breath that escaped his lips. You watched how his lips quivered with each passing exhale. You reach a hand up from his shoulders and caress his face softly, he burrowed his cheek into your embrace. You cradled him as he looked at you adoringly. You wondered what he was thinking. 

You felt his grip tighten on your thighs as he grabbed you and flipped you onto the seat. He hovered above you as you pulled your knees to your chest. He pushed heavily against you, leaning into your knees, filling you completely. He leaned back slightly, grabbing behind your knees, placing your ankles upon his shoulders as he began drilling into you. The pain he must have experienced here, the things he's seen. You couldn’t imagine. You wanted him to take it all out on you, to have you exactly how he would want. All of his frustrations, anger, and fear, pounded into your readily waiting cunt. You wanted to give him that release, anything to take the pain away, even if only for a moment. 

Your legs clung loosely around his neck as he continued pressing his weight against you, forcing loud moans to escape your lips every time he buried himself within you, hitting your cervix. He was so enveloped in you. Watching your face twist with every thrust against you.  

He needed this, but so did you, perhaps neither one of you knew. It would have eventually led here though you thought.  He was the only one in town you found yourself able to relate to, the only one who stood up for you. Whatever ideas or thoughts people had about him were wrong. They just didn’t know him or understand him. This place makes people crazy; everyone reacts differently. It’s a big change to adapt to that no one wants to. 

Enveloped in your thoughts about him as the pleasure began to become overwhelming, you pulled your legs back down spreading them wide and wrapping them around his back as you tugged on his shirt, pulling him in for another passionate kiss. Holding him as close to you as you could. You took his tongue into your mouth, sucking it and pulling from the kiss with a gentle bite to his lip. This only made his motions increase furiously. He slammed into you continuously, teeth gritted, eyes narrow. A wave of pleasure washed over you emanating from your core, a sensation that began taking over your entire body. You clawed at his back, leaving red lines trailing your fingernails, it made him shiver under your touch. He could tell you were close; he was too. “Please, don’t stop!” You cooed in his ear.  

The creatures still outside could be heard chattering near the windows. Why were they watching? Maybe it mattered, maybe it didn’t. Right now, it didn’t, Randall was your focus and you-his. You had managed to pull him from his waking nightmare, however difficult that may have been. You did it, you helped him. Whatever control they had over him, was not present when he was with you. 

Hearing your plea, he maintained his rhythm as your legs began to quiver and shake around him. You squeezed your legs tightly around him as you arched your back, meeting his thrusts with your own enthusiasm. Still holding him close, his forehead resting against yours, your eyes watched each other approach the precipice of climax, focusing only on one another. You could feel him begin to pulsate within you as your own climax began to coalesce. Your walls clenching tightly around him as he buried himself to the hilt. No longer able to hold on. As your own climax eclipsed his. The pulsating of his member echoed by your own quivering climax. You both erupted. Your moans filling the air of the bus and beyond. The feeling, immeasurable, as he let out an animalistic groan, thrusting into you with every pulsating shot of his essence that painted your insides. You could feel each pump, burning you from within, a fire you so badly desired.  

His face relaxed, shoulders dropped, every ounce of tension left his body with his seed, spilled deep within you. Your bodies, both shaking with exhaustion and satisfaction. Temporary focus offering temporary relief for you both. He slumped beside you cradling you to him with his large arms wrapped around you. You felt his breath on your neck, still heavy but slowing, his stillness pressed against your back as pearls of his desire dripped from your core, slowly leading a trail down your thigh.  

He pulled a blanket draped over the seat behind him and spread it over you and him with one arm. You turned your head slightly to him and raised a palm to stroke his cheek as you planted a kiss upon his lips before turning back around. He looked at you admiringly, his eyes soft and a smile that touched the corners of his lips. He kissed the back of your head before cradling himself in the crook of your neck as he held you close to him. "Thank you for letting me stay here with you.” You felt him nod and his arms squeeze you tighter. “I'm not going anywhere; you don’t have to tell me what's going on if you don’t want to. Just know I'm here, you're not alone, and my focus is on you.” You spoke candidly in loving voice. He only nuzzled his face into your neck further, peppering your shoulder with light kisses as he quickly drifted to sleep. 

[sitkowski]

my sanctuary (you're holy to me) - ( riptide verse foursome )

pairing: noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo x jolly karlsson x nick folio

cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ i don’t suppose just saying “they bang, the end” counts? no? okay. partner sharing, fantasy fulfillment, mentions of voyeurism, body worship, mild bondage, praise kink, finger sucking, dirty talk, anal fingering, spitroasting, barebacking, overstimulation.

word count: 5.4k

author's note: so this is not only for the birthday boy but also a long time coming, as they were always gonna end up here at least once in this verse. i dubbed this the foursome of doom (tm) and i'm hoping it does not disappoint. it all started thinking that noah's got a very specific fantasy for his birthday wish, and nicky says "okay, bet". title comes from "church" by fall out boy. divider by @saradika-graphics

🌊✨ shout out to the besties who've encouraged and loved on this verse for ALMOST FIVE MONTHS! i am kissing y'all on the forehead 🩷

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What do you want for your birthday?

Noah hates the question, moreso now that he’s in a comfortable enough place that if he likes something and he wants it, he can just buy it for himself. Nicholas has known him long enough to know the question annoys him. Noah also knows he doesn’t want a conventional answer; he’s not expecting Noah to say he wants something someone would normally give as a gift. He’s supposed to dig deep down, as far as he can, and then dig further. And then he’s supposed to tell Nicholas what he wants.

The thing is, Noah knows what he wants. And Nicholas already knows what he wants. They’re doing this for a reason. He wants Noah to be able to tell him that he wants this, this fantasy of his that he’d never dare to speak about. Be selfish, ask for something that doesn't matter whether or not he can have it. Nicholas just wants him to say it.

Noah sinks down further in the water, closing his eyes. He’s got until Nicholas comes back before he has to say it out loud. The bath is scalding hot and it’s supposed to be soothing, but he’s nervous. And he’s excited. Not that he’s thinking anything is actually going to come from this. It’s just a game, a fantasy. Nicholas swore to him over and over that he could say literally anything and he wouldn’t judge him for it, and all Noah can do is trust him with that.

The door opens and Noah cracks one eye open as Nicholas comes into the bathroom. He sits down on the floor beside the tub, and looks at him expectantly.

“Are you ready to tell me?”

Noah swirls his hands through the water, humming. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to. I already told you that. But if you want to say it, I really wanna hear it.”

Noah could ask Nicholas for the moon and he’d try to find a way to get it for him. He’s already under his skin in every way he could possibly be. He’s already helped him achieve every dream he’s ever had. Him, and Jolly and Nick. Their crew, their little family. It’s everything he’s ever wanted, but maybe he wants a little something else. Something selfish.

“I…” he trails off, trying to think about how to word it. Nicholas just waits. “I think about them sometimes, together?”

It was hard not to, they weren’t even fully out on the road yet, and Noah had already seen more than enough of Jolly and Nick together. He never told anyone that he saw the two of them that night after the show when Nick cold cocked that crew guy for touching Jolly. He’d only wanted to go back to the van, but only ended up walking up on Nick on his knees for Jolly right out there in the open where anyone could find them. And he certainly didn’t tell anyone he’d watched them until Nick was done before he turned around and went back to find Nicholas.

“Okay,” Nicholas nods encouragingly. “So answer my question, Noah. What do you want?”

“I want all three of you. For a night.”

He says it in a rush, but he says it clearly. Nicholas doesn’t laugh at him, doesn’t tell him that he’s out of his mind. He doesn’t say that they’re done because he’s been thinking of their two best friends. Instead, he smiles. And Noah briefly wonders if he should be a little scared.

“Let me see what I can do about that.”

“Let you—” Noah’s voice squeaks a little. “What are you talking about? You said this was just…me saying it!”

Nicholas shrugs. “Who am I to deny my boy his birthday wish? Let me talk to Jolly and Folio.”

It’s not the answer that he was expecting at all, and while he feels a significant amount of panic that Nicholas plans to casually arrange a foursome between them, he’s also intrigued to know if they’ll even agree to it. His eyes follow Nicholas as he gets up, and then he leans over the tub and places a kiss on Noah’s lips. It holds a lot of promise. When he pulls away, Noah drags in a deep breath and lets himself sink beneath the water, just for a few moments. He stays there until his heartbeat is thudding in his ears.

He pulls himself up, wiping water away from his face. Nicholas has left the bathroom. 

Noah thinks that they said no, and that’s why Nicholas hasn’t brought it up since they talked about it. Everything is fine, everything is normal. No one is looking at him any differently. And yet, he feels like it’s too normal. If Nicholas talked to them and Jolly and Nick didn’t agree to it, he thought maybe there would be some sort of reaction. It makes him spiral a little, and he doesn’t think this is one that he can talk to his therapist about. They play shows, they hang out, October wears on and no one says anything. Maybe Noah imagined it all and he’s going to wake up. Like that one episode of that old television show, it was all a dream.

But apparently, Nicholas was just waiting for the right moment to drop it on him. Eight days before his birthday and he just leans over the couch where Noah’s sitting and tells him. “Folio and Jolly are coming over tonight.”

“Okay,” he says, not looking away from the screen. It takes a few seconds for the words to really sink in, because they’re at their place all the time, but then it hits him that this isn’t going to be a normal hang out, and his head whips around. “Folio and Jolly are coming over tonight? Tonight tonight?”

“Are you just repeating me or quoting Smashing Pumpkins?”

“Nicky,” Noah says his name a little distressed, and he sees the amusement on his boyfriend’s face. “They said yes?”

There’s a brief look in Nicholas’ eyes, as if he’s surprised that Noah didn’t think they’d agree to it, but it’s gone quickly. “Of course they did. They’re going to come here, and they’re gonna help me take you apart piece by piece. Do you want that, sweet boy? One night of being completely consumed.”

He’s whispering in Noah’s ear now, one hand pressed against his chest while the other slides down to the front of his shorts, cupping him through the fabric. Noah moans helplessly, squeezing his eyes closed and arching up into the touch. He wants to ask why Nicholas is doing this now, but he thinks it’s all part of his plan. Get him riled up before Jolly and Nick arrive, make him needy and pliant for the three of them to do whatever they want with him.

“Whatever we want with you, huh? Now there is a thought.”

Noah hadn’t realized he said that last part out loud but it’s obviously exactly what Nicholas wanted to hear.

“But I have a very important question for you, Noah,” his hand is still stroking over Noah’s cock through his shorts and he’s so hard right now that he’d answer any question he was asked, give any answer he wants. “Do you deserve this?”

Noah’s eyes fly open, because he knows this game. It’s one of Nicholas’ favorites. Because he is of the belief that despite what Noah’s brain tells him sometimes, he deserves everything good in his life. He deserves the world, every single bit of pleasure and love that Nicholas gives him and that he gives in return. And if he deserves to have this night, to be selfish and greedy and let his best friends have their way with him, he better give the right answer.

He doesn’t hesitate, “I deserve it. I want it, Nicky.”

Just like that, Nicholas stops touching him completely. But that’s how the game works; Noah gave the answer that he was looking for, he was honest. Nicholas drops a kiss on his cheek and backs away from the sofa. Noah contemplates just shoving his hand into his shorts and getting off right there, but he doesn’t. It’s a near thing, but instead he sits forward and grabs his water, downing the rest of the bottle in one go. The night hasn’t even started yet. When he looks over his shoulder, he sees that Nicholas has stepped back into the kitchen, and he’s texting on his phone with that little knowing smile on his face that usually drives Noah up the wall.

“How long until they’re here?” Noah asks as casually as he can. He assumes that Nicholas is currently texting details to either Nick or Jolly, or both.

“They’re leaving their place now, so just a few minutes. Is that okay with you?”

Noah nods, certain of it. Nicholas is obviously watching him for signs of doubt, but he doesn’t feel any. None of the emotions he’s overwhelmed with suddenly have anything to do with doubt. Maybe it was Nicholas riling him up the way he had, or the fact that he knew without a doubt that nothing would go wrong with Jolly and Nick. There was an abundance of trust there, there had to be. Not just for the band, but for this. Giving himself over to them like this, even for a night, it required every ounce of trust that he had.

The minutes seem to drag on, but soon there’s a familiar knock at the door and then Nick is letting himself and Jolly in. Nicholas comes out of the kitchen as they come into the living room, and Noah digs his fingers into the couch cushion beneath his leg. He’s still half hard, and he sits forward as if it’ll be less obvious.

“Oh look, it’s the birthday boy,” Nick throws himself down on the sofa beside Noah. “Hi there.”

“It’s not for another week.” Noah points out, as if it matters.

Jolly sits down on his other side, and Noah’s eyes shoot over to Nicholas, who’s just standing there in the doorway watching them. When he realizes that he’s looking, Nicholas just gives him a wink.

“Don’t worry, we have your real present all wrapped up for your birthday.” Jolly says. For some reason, the way he says real present makes Noah a little dizzy. He doesn’t know how to tell them that this could be enough of a gift.

“So, what’s the plan here? Any rules we should know? Safe words?” Nick asks.

They were jumping right into it then. It shouldn’t surprise him at all. Nicholas finally comes further into the living room, sitting on the edge of the coffee table directly in front of Noah. Now the three of them have effectively caged him in, as if he’d want to be anywhere else.

“There aren’t any safe words, no real rules other than the fact that this is Noah’s. Whatever he wants, however he wants it, we give it to him.”

He might be speaking to Jolly and Nick when he says it, but his eyes are on Noah the entire time. He seems to be enjoying whatever expression is on Noah’s face right now, and he feels his cheeks turning red under his scrutiny.

“We can work with that.” Jolly agrees.

“You’re the boss.” Nick pipes up.

Noah leans back into the sofa, looking back and forth between the two of them. If they’re going to do this, he needs to know a few things before anything happens. “Can I…can I ask why you said yes to this? I don’t wanna fuck up your relationship or anything—”

“This isn’t going to fuck anything up,” Jolly says. “We said yes because it’s you, Noah. We love you. It might not be exactly the same kind of love that you and Ruff have, but it’s something.”

“And we chose to agree to this because you’re safe, to us. You’re safe with us.” Nick adds.

Noah tells himself he will not cry, but just hearing that makes him want to. He understands exactly what they mean, because it’s the same way for him. Nicholas, Nick and Jolly are the safest people in the world to him right now. He wouldn’t consider doing this with anyone else.

“I see the wheels turning in your head, sunshine,” Nicholas murmurs, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, just do it.”

So Noah does. “Jolly, can I kiss Folio?”

He figures it’s only polite to ask, since Jolly is sharing his boyfriend with him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jolly nod, and then Nick is leaning into Noah’s space, giving him his own answer by pressing his lips to his. Noah melts into it. He hasn’t kissed anyone besides Nicholas in a long time. He curls a hand around the curve of Nick’s jaw, thumb rubbing over his cheekbone as Nick hums into the kiss. Noah feels a tap on his shoulder and he pulls back only for Jolly to be right there.

“No need to ask me,” Nick says. “Go ahead and kiss him.”

Noah isn’t sure if he’s talking to him or Jolly, but he lets Jolly pull him in and kiss him. And while kissing Nick was soft and light, this is almost the opposite of that. He slides his fingers into Noah’s hair, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he presses him back against what Noah realizes is Nick’s chest. All Noah can do is let him overwhelm him as he fists his hands in the front of Jolly’s shirt and holds on.

They start passing his mouth back and forth, Nick wrapping a hand beneath his jaw to tip his head back to kiss him for a few minutes before Jolly is taking his place, over and over. He isn’t sure how much time passes like this. His mind is a blur in the best possible way.

There’s a noise to his left, and he realizes that it’s come from Nicholas, who’s still watching them avidly from his seat on the coffee table. He pulls away from Jolly slowly, still sprawled back against Nick’s chest, and he reaches out a hand. Nicholas tangles their fingers together immediately, but he doesn’t let Noah pull him in.

“What do you say we move this to the bedroom? More room there.”

Noah hastily untangles himself from Jolly and Nick as he gets up. He leads the way upstairs to their bedroom, pulling Nicholas along behind him. Once they’re in the room though, Noah doesn’t know where to start. All three of them are looking at him as if they want to eat him alive, and it makes him feel powerful. He takes a step backward, closer to the bed. There are so many possibilities here, he knows this. Dozens of scenarios start to play out in his mind as the silence stretches on, until it gets to be too much.

“Got a plan in mind? Or is this just gonna be a staring contest?” Nick asks finally.

Noah pulls off his shirt and tosses it aside before he climbs onto the bed and leans back against the pillows. He crooks a finger, and they all start coming towards him; Nick and Nicholas on either side, and Jolly up the middle. He gets to Noah first, crawling over his body and kissing him. Noah starts to reach for him, but he finds both of his wrists being pulled above his head. He doesn’t bother to struggle, instead relaxing into the hold that Nicholas and Nick have on him while Jolly drags his mouth over his. And then there are fingers wrapping around Noah’s jaw, as Nicholas turns his head to finally get a kiss of his own.

“I have an idea, if you’re okay with it?” Nicholas asks against his lips.

Noah nods, watching as he backs off the bed for a minute. Not before passing Noah’s wrist to Jolly to hold. It’s not lost on him that Nick and Jolly are kissing while pinning him down to the mattress, and he’s torn between trying to see what Nicholas is up to, and watching them. Ultimately, he finds himself distracted by the very pretty picture that Jolly and Nick make above him.

When Nicholas comes back, he’s holding something in his hand and it takes Noah a few seconds to realize that it’s one of his old ties. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s tied Noah up, and he’s already nodding his head as Nicholas climbs up and wraps the fabric around his wrists. He winds it around one of the headboard rungs, and Noah knows all he has to do is pull with the bare minimum of force and he’d be free. The idea of not being able to use his hands while Nicholas, Jolly and Nick can touch him however they want makes him squirm around in anticipation. 

“You’re still in control here, Noah,” Nicholas says as if he needs to reassure him of the fact. “What do you want?”

The answer feels obvious. “I just..I want you. All of you.”

“We can work with that.” Nick promises.

For a brief second, Noah wonders if he's in over his head here as the three of them descend on him; Jolly kissing his lips, Nicholas dragging his mouth over his shoulder as his hands wander across his chest. Nick mouths a spot just below Noah's ear. They kiss him and touch him, until he's blurry and boneless, and all he can do is lie there and take it. They spend what feels like hours kissing him and tracing their fingers and mouths over his tattoos until his entire body feels like it’s vibrating. His fingers are wrapped so tightly around the rungs of the headboard that he doesn't ever think he'll get them free. He's rutting up against the thigh that Jolly has pressed between his legs, knowing that the friction he's getting won't last, and eventually they're going to do something else to him. 

“I’ve got an idea,” Nick says suddenly, and Noah blinks up at him. His words have made Jolly and Nicholas stop and give him their attention. “Why don’t you let Jolly have you first? You come over here to this side, Ruff.”

Noah’s nodding before he’s even done speaking, and he watches as Nicholas moves to the other side of the bed where he leans into Nick to see what’s about to happen. Nick gets his attention, putting a finger to his chin. Nicholas gives Noah another look before he turns his head and kisses Nick, soft and slow, and Noah is unable to stop the moan that he lets out at the sight. He’s never really thought about Nicholas kissing someone else, but seeing it first hand, the way he clings to Nick’s arm and pushes up into it, it does something to him. He doesn’t think it would make sense to see him with anyone else.

Jolly’s nose nudges against his cheek, and he laughs a little. “God, that’s a sight isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Noah nods and then leans back into the pillows a little more. “So, you’ve got me all to yourself. What are you going to do to me?”

Moving back, Jolly discards his shirt and then reaches over to give Nicholas a little tap, distracting him from Nick’s mouth. “Where’s your lube?”

Realistically, Noah knew he was going to get fucked in this scenario, he’d banked on it. He watches as Jolly gets the bottle from the nightstand drawer—Noah’s side—and then moves so he’s kneeling between Noah’s spread thighs.

“Can I take these off?” he asks, hooking his fingers over the waistband of Noah’s shorts.

He nods, and then Jolly’s tugging them down over his hips along with his boxers. He throws them over the side of the bed and just kind of stares down at him. It doesn’t make Noah uncomfortable, but he still blushes under his gaze.

“Very pretty,” Jolly murmurs, and behind them, Nick made an affronted noise. “I said he was pretty, I didn’t call him pretty, calm down. Go back to what you were doing over there.”

Noah’s heard Jolly use the endearment to Nick many times, he thinks it’s cute when Nick acts all flustered about it. Right now though, he’s more worried about the man above him, who is taking his sweet ass time making any kind of progress beyond getting him naked. As it is, he finally gets out of the rest of his own clothes and Noah lets out a breathy laugh when Nick wolf whistles. There's tension in the air, but it’s fun, easy. He decides he doesn’t like the idea that he can’t touch anyone and he tugs his hands free from the tie.

Jolly doesn’t seem to mind, eyes never leaving Noah’s face as he pushes one of his legs up and nudges two fingers inside of him. It’s just this side of too much, but he’s being gentle about it, and Noah breathes through it. He can feel Nick and Nicholas watching them, and he tilts his head just enough to be able to meet Nicholas’ eyes. He’s never seen Noah like this before, not from this angle. Maybe Noah preens a little bit for him, at least until Jolly twists his fingers in a certain direction and steals all his attention back.

“More, please,” Noah doesn’t even care if he’s begging. And because they’re supposed to be giving him exactly what he wants, Jolly pulls back and ever so slowly adds a third finger. Noah hisses at the stretch and grabs at the sheets so he doesn’t touch himself yet. “Yeah Jolly, please…”

His pleads dissolve into harsh gasps for air as Jolly’s fingers start to move faster, and he can hear it, the slick sound ringing in his ears. Nick moves then, away from Nicholas. He presses himself against Jolly’s side, and Noah can’t look away. Nick’s whispering something in Jolly’s ear, and then he grabs the bottle of lube, slicking up his hand before wrapping his fingers around Jolly’s cock. Noah isn’t sure which of them moans louder, because the action makes Jolly press his fingers deeper.

“Are you gonna fuck him for us, Joakim?” Nick asks, loud enough to be heard this time. “I think he’s ready for it, aren’t you Noah?”

Jolly crooks his fingers again, and Noah chokes out a desperate sob as he squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m ready, fuck, please…” 

There’s movement beside him and then Nicholas is tucked up to him, chin on his shoulder, He reaches up to brush his thumb beneath Noah’s eye.

“My needy boy,” he murmurs. “Let him take care of you, and then Folio and I will have our turn. Together, you want that? Can you wait for us?”

If he nods any harder, he’s going to give himself whiplash. He feels Jolly pull out his fingers, and then he’s grabbing onto Noah’s hips and tugging him down the bed. He wants to raise himself up, watch the moment that Jolly pushes inside of him. But Nicholas is still partially holding him down and he thinks that’s intentional. The moment that Jolly’s completely inside, one of Noah’s hands shoots down to wrap around his wrist where his hand is still clamped on his hip. His other hand tangles with Nicholas’, and he lets him anchor him.

The last thing he wants to do is draw comparisons, it doesn’t come close to how he feels when Nicholas is inside of him but it’s still so good. He wants to tell Jolly that he feels damn near perfect, but Jolly chooses that moment to pull almost all of the way out and then rock back in, harder each time. Noah loses his ability to speak. And then he loses his ability to think because Nick’s fingers have drifted down, teasing around where Jolly’s got him stretched open.

“Gotta admit,” Nick says a little breathlessly, “this view is definitely doin’ it for me. He’s taking you so well.”

“Oh my god,” Jolly groans. His fingers dig into Noah’s hips, and his head tips forward, watching what Nick is doing even as he probably would like him to not be so helpful. “I love you, pretty, but you gotta shut up.”

Nicholas laughs into Noah’s shoulder, before leaning up to kiss him lightly, like he doesn’t want to distract him from what Jolly’s doing. As if he could. Nick’s fingers tiptoe up his thigh, dragging along the length of his cock, and Noah’s head kicks back into the pillows. Nicholas continues to mouth along his jaw and neck, tongue brushing over inked skin. Completely overwhelmed, he feels like his entire body is aflame.

It’s exactly as Nicholas had said earlier in the night; he’s consumed by them. And he knows that this is only the beginning. Everything Nicholas has said to him is bouncing around in his mind. He wants it all, he wants everything they’re willing to give him, he deserves it. Jolly tightens his hold on Noah, thrusting harder and deeper. Nick fists Noah's cock painfully slowly, and it takes Noah a minute to realize he's matching his strokes to Jolly's. Noah feels as if he's going insane, even with the hold Nicholas still has on him. Begging will only get him so far, especially since he's supposed to be holding off.

"Please," he says, letting go of Jolly's wrist only to grab onto Nick's. He's desperately trying to keep from knocking his hand away to touch himself. "Please, I can't—"

"Can't what?" Nick's tone is mischievous as he stops moving his hand, just holding on to him. "Can't come yet? You're right, you're gonna wait for us. But Jolly's almost there, aren't you honey?"

“You’re being so good for us, sunshine,” Nicholas says in Noah’s ear, and he finds himself blinking back tears at the praise. “You can do it, I know you can.”

Noah nods frantically, a blissful smile on his face. “Joll—look at me.”

Jolly’s eyes snap up to his face immediately. “Can I?”

He knows what he’s asking and he’s barely got the yes out of his mouth before Jolly’s coming inside of him, yanking his hips down, holding him still. He curls himself over Noah, wedging himself into his space to kiss him. Noah smiles into it, petting his fingers through his hair. If either Nicholas or Nick hear him whisper a thank you against Jolly’s mouth before he pulls out and shifts over on the bed beside him, they don’t mention it.

Nicholas sits up, leaning over him with a serious expression on his face. “Our turn.”

Somehow, Noah finds it in himself to move how Nicholas and Nick want him; they take their time stripping out of their clothes and then get Noah over on his hands and knees, Nick kneeling behind him, Nicholas in front of him. Noah looks up at him with wide, glassy eyes. He can feel Nick running his fingers over the ink on his back, tracing the lines. He leans down and presses a kiss to Noah’s shoulder blade, and Noah shudders.

Nicholas leans down and grasps his face in his hands, kissing him until Noah’s moaning against his mouth. He finally has to pull away, dizzy for air, and he presses back into Nick, “What are you waiting for?”

“Sorry, it’s just—” He sounds a little flustered and Noah looks back over his shoulder. He’s staring down between his legs. “I don’t think I’m gonna need any more lube, is all.”

Noah blushes hotly. He could already feel Jolly’s come leaking out of him in this position, and he thinks about what that must be like for Nick to see that. “Then don’t. You can fuck me like this, it’s okay.”

He turns his attention back to Nicholas, but out of the corner of his eye he sees Jolly moving and he can hear him whispering quietly to Nick. A few moments later he feels it when Nick guides his cock inside him. He might not be able to see it, but he’s imagining that Jolly’s doing it for him. Closing his eyes, he presses his face into Nicholas’ hip, lets him pet his fingers into his hair while he adjusts.

“Hey, look at me for a sec, Noah,” Nicholas says once Nick’s hips are flush against him and Noah’s struggling to stay still and not rock back against him. “You can come whenever you want to, okay?”

Noah nods and leans back a little, wrapping a hand around the base of Nicholas’ cock. He tilts his head and drags his lips up and then down, just to feel him twitch in his hand. Nick starts moving and Noah draws in a breath, taking Nicholas in his mouth as far as he can. He relaxes between them, feeling one of them hook a hand over his shoulder while the other gently cradles the back of his head. He lets his eyes flutter closed. The glide of Nicholas’ cock over his tongue, the feeling of Nick’s sharp, quick thrusts, it’s everything he could want right now.

They work him back and forth, their rhythm syncing up in an all too familiar way even though it’s never been like this before. Every time Nick’s hips snap into his, it pushes him further down on Nicholas’ cock. And then he pulls him back and does it all over again. 

He feels Jolly close to him again, and then he’s reaching down and curling his fingers around Noah’s cock. “You look so good like this,” he says and Noah hums around Nicholas. “So good, we’re all so proud of you.”

It’s too much and not enough, and Noah lets out a stifled noise as he comes all over Jolly’s hand and the sheets. Behind him, Nick gasps through his own orgasm, fingers digging in to marks that Jolly had left behind. Noah pulls off of Nicholas, gasping for air. He starts to reach for him again, but he doesn’t let him. Nick shifts back, pulling out slowly and he moves out of the way so he’s next to Jolly.

“Turn around for me, Noah?” Nicholas asks instead.

Uncaring of the mess already on the sheets, Noah does as he’s asked and turns around, flopping down on his stomach. He’s exhausted and wrung out but he wants to give this to Nicholas. He feels Nick and Jolly watching them as Nicholas lifts his hips and slides in easily, and Noah’s breath stutters in his chest as his hips roll into his, slow and deep. Nicholas curls himself over him, lips brushing softly over his cheek. He tangles his fingers with Noah’s on one hand, and the others touch Noah’s bottom lip. He instantly pulls them into his mouth, and he feels Nicholas smile.

“There’s my sweet boy,” he says, and Noah feels warm all over. “You’re so fucking good to all of us…”

Nicholas trails off, pressing his face into the back of Noah’s neck, over the newest tattoo. All Noah can do is squeeze the hand he’s holding onto, quiet muffled moans escaping around Nicholas’ fingers. It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to turn sloppy before he finally goes still against him. He presses his face into Noah’s shoulder, and he can feel his heart thudding against his back.

Noah’s a mess when he finally pulls out; covered in sweat, come, probably his own spit and tears, he just lays there trying to remember how to breathe. He’s half hard again but too tired to do anything about it. He can hear the quiet murmurs of Jolly and Nick talking, and feel the soothing touch of Nicholas carding his fingers through Noah’s hair. The bed shifts, and when he looks up through his hair, he sees Nick and Jolly leaving the room.

“They’re gonna use the guest shower,” Nicholas explains. “I’m gonna go start ours and then I’ll be back to help you up, okay?”

“I can walk, Nicky,” he promises, his voice muffled by the sheets.

Nicholas chuckles, patting his shoulder. “Sure baby, you tell yourself that.”

Noah makes a face, but he begins to doubt if his legs are gonna work when he tries to stand up. Eventually, Nicholas comes back and helps him up. He’s a little wobbly, and Nicholas doesn’t tell him I told you so like he obviously wanted to.

“Is this what you wanted for your birthday?” he asks once he’s got Noah beneath the hot spray, scrubbing a soaped up loufa over his skin.

“Definitely top five gift ideas for sure.”

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[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 30

Alright this is a fuckin big one, for a variety of reasons. One of which being that this is the 30th Day, meaning we've hit another Milestone Piece!

First off, last time I’ll link this here, but if you like this comic and want to see it realized in a slightly more fullfilling way, go check out this fanfic which i posted across October.

Secondly, I’m about to Yap. A lot. So i’m gonna put this all underneath to read because it is a lot, which is to be expected since this is a pretty big piece for the project. And alongside that I wanna talk about the Vampire AU fic.

Okay so “where the fuck did this come from,” you might be wondering. Up till now every pic I had made was sketches with the most color being just the eyes. All of those colored pieces were given that color work long after this one, so what the hell possessed me to make a two page comic.

Well you see. I’m a bit of a fuckin weirdo who completely lacks a concept of self control. And I was starting to really, REALLY get into the idea of Vampire Junkan (No fucking surprise there.) And while I had drawn a few pics involving blood sucking up to that point, I hadn’t drawn their first time doing this, and I am very much into the intimacy that comes with Bloodsucking in the context of vampire yuri. And I can’t imagine their would be anything more intimate than the first time a vampire sucks your blood.

So it spiraled out of control from there, and boom, we have a fuckin two page comic.

Before I start talking about the actual Vampire Fic I should detail that this piece was the pivotal shift in the timeline for this project. Because it was with this one (if I remember right) that this BECAME a project. I had joked about drawing 100 Junkan pics a few times with Val, since by this point I was still drawing these at a crazy speed. As I said in a previous post, from Day 3 to Day 30 I did this all in under 2 fucking weeks, even if they weren’t colored that’s wild pace. 

I’ve never asked her but I wonder what that was like from Val’s perspective, just some random chick on tumblr comes up to you and is like-

“Hello there I like your fanfic, do you want to have Junkan art thrown at you nearly every day for the next 2 weeks???” 

That sounds like a fucking fever dream. And that’s not even considering everything else I would just, send to them for the remainder of the projects production. Some would say I’m built differently, I would say I was built concerningly.

Anyway, so by this point I made the official decision that when I hit 100 Pics, I would start posting them to the public. This eventually would be named The 100 Days of Junkan. So thankyou Vampire Junkan you are somehow vital to this whole thing.

Another thing this comic caused is that it was the trigger for me to just say “Fuck it” and just fully lock in on these pieces. I started doing full color on some of these pieces asI was making them initially rather than going back to color them retroactively, I started putting more effort into the pieces even when they were still just sketches, and as a spoiler, once we hit Day 45 i just drop the pretense that I’m not putting effort into this and every fucking pic is full color. There are literally only two of them I did not color and there was actual artistic intent behind it probably i can’t fucking remember.

Also once we hit Day 45 do we hit the point where I just no longer have pics where I feel like they were a dud. Cause I will admit, while I’m glad ya’ll have been enjoying these I can’t lie and say I don’t see some of the pics posted so far and feel like I’ve wasted some of ya’lls time. This is admittedly influenced by the fact that I know what’s coming up and as a result I know the massive jump in quality we’re gonna hit soon enough (in my opinion at least, i feel like I’m being a pretentious bitch about this).

Anyway so how’re you doin. I hope you were snacking on something while you read this because now I’m going to ramble for an unknown stretch of time about the Vampire Junkan Fic and this comic. I’m so fuckin sorry.

So anyway I’ve said briefly before I think but prior to actually writing the Fic I only had this fucking comic. I had vague ideas around it, but never a setup, an overall plot, nothing. I made this fic solely because I thought this scene would be significantly better written rather than drawn by my hands. 

I would not consider myself much of a writer. I have plenty of experience writing action from years and years ago, however in terms of telling an actual story through just writing, i’m an amateur and only had one small fic to my name, however i’m going to retread ground and go over that in much more detail, much later. I am a funny drawing woman first and my biggest desire in life is to make a webcomic called Happy Trigger. That said, ever since getting into Junkan I have had multiple urges to write stories with them since i cannot justify doing full comics as often as would be required. And one such story is that of a vampire nurse who’s never sucked blood before falling in love with someone who desires to have their blood sucked. 

I did start writing this fic a few months prior to the completion of the project. How many? Who fucking knows, it’s been a long time though.

The original first chapter actually went through a pretty big rewrite, mostly because the way I was interpreting vampires in this fic might have been racist?? Maybe???? I did have friends look it over and they said it could be interpreted as such (though they also said I would probably be fine), and I’m going to be real with you this was back when I was deeply paranoid about everything so hearing that there was even a small chance i might have fucked up like that, while also dealing with a ship which at the time I assumed would get me hated by the community, I just went ahead and rewrote. I couldn’t tell you what the original was like because it’s been a long time and i don’t even know if I have the original file. And I honestly don't think the original details would have really or added or changed much.

I had a relatively thin outline for this in my brain once I started. And said outline got pretty much entirely thrown out the window.

Fun fact, the original plan was for Mikan to just run away because people knew she was a vampire, and part of getting her to open up was Sayaka and Ibuki going public about being Vampires as well. Which would then lead into Junko coming in and then all the rest happening.

Scrapped most of that obviously.

So I just ended up taking the approach of “just write it and hope” which would eventually lead to the outline in my brain that became the whole of this fic. Chapter 3 is when things really solidified for me. It’s also where I decided to include a few more characters, Seiko and Ruruka.

I have wanted to draw art involving Ruruseiko and Junkan for so fucking long. Mikan and Seiko are already a dynamic with a lot of potential despite their lack of interactions in canon, meanwhile Junko and Ruruka I imagine would just fucking hate eachother. Tolerating each other only out of bitch girl solidarity and the fact that their girlfriends are besties. 

Originally they were not going to take such an important role, once again I scrapped planned scenes involving Sayaka and Ibuki alongside Mukuro, this would eventually get redone a LOT and reused for the epilogue as the twist that the two are vampires. (Hi, slightly in the future Jem here, I scrapped the epilogue lol. Couldn't get it to feel right, maybe someday!)

However  just couldn’t think of a way to make it work. And then, I considered the idea of Junko getting her wakeup call from a total bitch who she hates rather than her actual friends. And I fucked with it, and I had fun. 

This was my first time writing Junko in a non-despair context, which was a pretty interesting (and difficult) experience. Equally so this is my first time properly trying to write Mikan, even if it was via the lens of her being a vampire which does switch things up a little. I think if I really thought about it Mikan was the harder one to write for though, I was constantly worried that I might be going a bit too overboard for the tragic aspects of her character whenever they came up.

Another thing cut from the story is that Chihiro was supposed to be genderfluid (which is genuinely just how I headcanon Chihiro) in the fic with Junko making specific note of it during her inner monologue. However as I was looking over the chapters again I got extremely paranoid that I did a horrible job depicting that and opted to keep things ambiguous. Was this the right move? Probably not, but this is just how bad my brain can get when I’m doing things other than drawing.

If you were at all curious "Hey Jem, what was the most stressful chapter to work on?" it was the fuckin Aquarium chapter. Not only was it the one I procrastinated on the most but my confidence in it was at at it's lowest for some reason. Fun fact about that one, Junko really was going to ask Mikan about sucking her blood at the end of the chapter, but I decided to keep things simple with a confession and kissing scene. It didn't really change much beyond a bit of inner monologue stuff.

The entire experience was a constant flip flop of me in two different headspaces. I was either-

“Oh hey this is pretty fun, it’s going well”

Or

“Fuck, shit, fuck am I doing this right? Fuck this is gonna suck, shit dammit, I never wanna write again.”

This is what happens when I don’t say in the lane I’m most comfortable with (drawing), self confidence is liable to just completely plummet at some point. Quite frankly if I did not force myself onto a deadline of getting this fic done before day 30 it would not have been finished, at least not for a drainingly long time. I originally wanted to have the whole fic finished before the event started, but time got away from me and the fic itself ended up being way longer than intended. I think this was supposed to just be 6 chapters at first? And it kinda spiraled out of control from there.

I’m just glad I fucking finally got the idea of this comic onto text, it’s been haunting me for the past 9 months. 

I’ve come to the conclusion that I have a very love-hate relationship with Writing, similar to how I feel with painting. I love having a way to get my ideas out there that isn’t super strenuous for me (imagine if I took this whole story and made it a comic, i’d explode), but where it lacks in physical strain, it makes up for in extreme mental strain due to my self confidence and paranoia issues.

That said I likely will write again, the results generally end up outweighing the hellish process, and people seem to like it despite my worries. And I just have far too many ideas and not all of them can be done justice with art alone.

I’ve got a few potential One-shots left that are set in the Vampire AU, one of which i’ll probably write soon. I’ve also got the Cybertron AU that’s been my head for a good bit now which will probably be my next big writing project. I’ve got a few storylines and ideas based on future pieces of this project, and even an idea kicking around from a recent pic I did which I likely won’t execute because I don’t think in a million years I could do the idea justice.

And I also wanna do fics for other ships, like Ruruseiko or Mikuzono (Mukuro x Ibuki x Sayaka). And even outside of Danganronpa I wanna do Flarelu, since I’m a huge Fairy Tail fan and that’s my favorite ship from the series. Imagine if Mikan’s hair was even more skrunkly, and instead  of having an extremely high body count, Junko was just a very friendly girlfailure. There’s like, nothing for that ship, so I’d like to do something like what I’ve been doing for Junkan . . . Y’know just maybe a bit less excessive.

And I've posted them before, but if you'd like to read the fics that inspired the entire Vampire AU . . .

Chapter 10 of Soft (But Only for Her) by Kayleen756894

She Hits Like Ecstasy by VanadisValentine

Check out the rest of their stuff too!~

Anyway, sorry for killing your time with my incessant rambling! But I had thoughts from my brain which I wanted to get out since this is another milestone.

Your kind words are appreciated!~

[gem-de-lune]

SHAREHOLDERS vs SM vs C5

We are going to be discussing how each of these entities feel about this situation, how that related to past decisions, and the decision they must now make.

I am formatting this reading conversationally because honestly, it is so so so complex and weird.

As we know, companies are not simple, and a lot of different people have a say in a lot of different things- and sometimes feelings do not reflect the decisions made at the end of the day. Let's keep this in mind.

That being said: here we go...

How do the Shareholders feel about Seunghan coming back? Do they want him back?

Ace of Swords, 7 of Swords, and all clarified by the World. This group is the most insincere group ofc, and they really only care abt what raises their stocks. In the sword cards we are talking about careful planning and deliberation on the matter. But in the end, they are siding with wherever the world says the money is. This is super mf annoying, tbh bc it is very detached.

I had then asked if they had wanted Seunghan gone during the funeral wreath fiasco and pulled the Magician, then I asked if they changed their mind after the backlash of Seunghan being kicked out to which I got the Wheel of Fortune.

So not only were they thinking that him leaving would solve all their stock issues and complaints, but they switched up completely as the wheels moved forward and they saw some actual damage being done by the fans that actually mattered. I know we all know how these shareholders operate- but it doesn't mean they aren't an eyesore.

Anyways, at this point, for the most part, as long as the public wants him, they want him.

Now, let's get into SM Ent. By SM, I am referring to executive staff who can make these decisions but not C5.

I started with the same question of what they think about bringing Seunghan back and if they wanted that. Got the Chariot, Queen of Swords, and clarified with the King of Swords.

Again, we are talking about business people here but less detatched. Still cold, though, even if they are seeking unity, it is because they see the profitability in it. Seunghan is their investment, and they are just following trend and what shareholders want. So they are feeling like yes, they want to bring him back, if it brings in more fans and more money, and so will plan accordingly the benefits to such a thing but they will still be weighing it out as a business decision.

I asked the same question for C5 and pulled the 6 of Pentacles, 3 of Swords, and Hanged Man.

I pull this Pentacles card like every single time I read for C5. It's giving not wanting the whole ship to go down, so sacrificing someone else. Also, with the hanged man here, it is so so infuriating. They literally are just shrugging their shoulders at these decisions. But listen, retrospectively, C5 actually likes Seunghan personally, they just felt as though the proper business choice was to get him to want to leave for his own personal reasons so they could move on without feeling bad about it. Out of all three characters here, C5 are the most emotionally involved with the situation. They failed to protect him bc it was a scare tactic to begin with.

I pulled 7 of Pentacles and 6 of Wands for "why they wanted to get rid of Seunghan" which again is giving "we can prosper with if we cut the weeds and stay patient and it'll blow over"

SM had a similar sentiment, thinking with the Knave of Swords, giving that they would be able to do a lot more without dead weight here. The emergy is stringer here, so that's where it began.

Now bc of this these two seem to be in agreement but when you look at this altogether, C5 comes off as way more passive. I find that they are really torn and so contradictive bc they look like absolute idiots for changing their game over and over again meanwhile SM who pressures them to make these choices and reverse them sits pretty and asks them wtf is taking so long. (These comments reference a past reading I have done which I will link in the end)

Even now, SM has the 8 of Pentacles for if they want Seunghan back now?

Tf....they essentially wanna reap the benefits from the growing supporters he has. They are NOW seeing the investment long-term and want to be a part of it. But now C5 is basically not trusted or respected due to them having absolutely no backbone at all whatsoever. Compared to the other centers, they are embarrassing because their leaders simply do whatever SM say and never state their case appropriately. They are all betas there 😪 it's pathetic.

Anyways the final consensus from my POV is that most of them want him back but only if it will benefit them monetarily. Also C5 has no mf backbone.

A lot of yall also asked what any of these entities think about the media coverage in China and Japan. I did already mention that this media coverage is ONLY happening bc they either are purposefully allowing it OR they cannot stop it anymore. But let me answer this question.

Shareholders got the Magician and 7 of Swords

Literally the same thing. They are making a lot of meticulous plans to see where things trend, and they will follow that choice. They may feel that they judged the situation too hastily at first- but they ultimately believe that without that they would not have the opportunity they are getting right now to expand Riize's popularity glabally which will be profitable. However again, hey are still looking at this objectively and anything regarding money could change their mind at any moment.

SM got the 3 of Chalices here, and C5 got Strength.

SM is hopeful this will bring more people to judge the situation whether good or bad because they like the attention regardless. It's not a very profound feeling though, it is so so calculative.

C5 has the most emotional response in that overall, they hope that this builds their case they couldn't deliver to begin with because they were just gonna do whatever tf SM said. They are growing a backbone. They hope this strengthens their positions and Riize and brings them supporters (idk weird).

Final notes:

I gotta let yall know, these companies do not feel guilt the way yall want them to. They do not feel like f*ckups the way we all want them to. They feel like: Every set back is a setup for a comeback. That is how they operate. They don't feel remorse, they seek results. The higher you get on the foodchain, the less humanity is there. C5 are dumb but through this I see they genuinely care, they just could not stand up to "the man", and that is still sickening imo.

Now as far as if this is a positive omen? It could be. But only if we show them that the group with Seunghan will be more profitable- or that the group w/o Seunghan will cause significant losses. When i say "they want him back" it is not a statement it's a probably prediction. It could change at any time and it HAS fluctuated and WILL change again. Again. These are not people they are money hungry beasts. Do not treat them like people. They want money, power, and influence, not to be liked.

Idk if yall prefer this talking format or the very structured format?? I like these for these connected readings and the structured for check-ins or more specific 1 off questions. Lmk what yall think!!!

Thanks for reading!!

Link to referenced reading