#or at least that's what I keep telling myself when I turn them into various inanimate objects

[canisalbus]

i find it so funny how people have basically loss.jpg’d your guys so they’re recognizable as things like a crumpled ball of tissue and a loaf of bread.

look at these two characters i love them: 🟠 △

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[ravencromwell]

The poem evokes human greatness and human vulnerability. People are “godlike” in their courage and skill, but even the greatest mortals fall and clutch the dust between their bloody fingers. The beautiful word minunthadios , “short-lived,” is used of both Achilles and Hector, and applies to all of us. We die too soon, and there is no adequate recompense for the terrible, inevitable loss of life. Yet through poetry, the words, actions, and feelings of some long-ago brief lives may be remembered even three thousand years later.

--Emily Wilson's introduction to the Iliad

[moonstruckme]

Ooh ok, so here are some ideas for vampire!James in case you feel inspired to write any of them! Maybe something where he comes home after going out to feed thinking reader is asleep and he's feeling guilty and reader comforts and reassures him? Or another idea is just reader finding out that James is a vampire now, or maybe just her being there for him through the turning process. Sorry if none of these tickle your fancy!

Thank you for requesting lovely!!

cw: mention of blood, nausea

vampire!James x fem!reader ♡ 906 words

James walks through your door with heavy steps. He’s glad that he can do it—the first time he tried to come home after turning, you’d both wondered at how his feet wouldn’t cross the threshold until you figured it out and invited him in. It had been embarrassing. Now, James all but stumbles into the kitchen, hopefully not leaving any drippings of blood in his wake. 

He always feels drunk and sluggish after a feeding. Nauseous, too, though he’s not sure if that’s from the bilious too-full feeling or simply his own disgust with himself and what he’s done. Sirius theorizes that if James fed more often instead of waiting until he’s wasting away every time, he might not feel the effects so keenly, but James doesn’t like to talk about it. He still can’t find it in himself to talk about his condition the way his friends do, like it’s normal. 

The water coming out of the tap could be cold or boiling, James wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. All he can think about is getting it all over him, cleansing himself. He’d imagine it as washing away his sins, if such a thing were possible for creatures like him. Still, he wants to be clean to slip into bed beside you. You deserve at least that. 

It’s probably his distraction that keeps him from hearing you come down the hall. (James is not a very good vampire, he thinks. Shoddy predatory instincts.) But when you touch his shoulder, coming up beside him, he doesn’t startle. 

“Sweetheart.” James has the urge to cover his mouth from your view. These days he’s pretty good at feeding neatly, but tonight had been messier. There’s blood down to his chin. “What are you doing up?”

You give him a little smile, opening a drawer next to the sink for a cloth. “I could ask you the same thing.” 

“No, you couldn’t. I’m a creature of the night now, remember?”

Oddly, this has been one of the most difficult parts of the transition for James. There’s the whole living-off-blood thing, of course, and the new ability to hear a fly in the neighbor’s kitchen, but James was always an early-to-rise, early-to-bed sort of bloke. His old schedule was dictated by the sun. Now, all his instincts are in opposition to it. 

He stays still as you adjust the temperature of the tap, wetting the cloth and then lifting it to James’ face. You smell like toothpaste, and underneath that the garlicky pasta you had for dinner. (James isn’t actually deterred by garlic, though he can’t eat it just like he can’t eat any regular foods anymore. Maybe that’s where the folklore came from. Only something truly cursed would stop eating garlic.) He can feel the veins pulsing in your wrist like a substitute for the heartbeat he no longer has, but he’s full enough now not to worry about craving you. 

Of course, he craves you in various ways, all of the time. Just not in that specific way at the moment. 

“You should be in bed,” James murmurs. He touches his thumb to the shadow underneath your left eye. “I can clean myself up.” 

“I wish you’d just use the bathroom,” you reply just as softly, dragging the cloth over the line of his jaw. “But anyway, I don’t mind helping.” 

You don’t mind much of anything, James has found. You don’t mind watching your boyfriend turn into a vampire, don’t mind letting him feed on you, don’t mind cleaning an animal’s blood off his chin at two in the morning. You’ve adjusted to James’ new lifestyle better than he has. He’s beginning to think there’s nothing about him you won’t accept. You’re a sweetheart to your core, your center soft and sticky sweet like a cinnamon roll’s. (James should know, he’d practically tasted it himself.)

“I’m sorry I woke you,” he says. 

You wave a hand. “You didn’t. I was up, I just came when I heard the tap come on.” 

So you’d been waiting up for him. James’ heart at once warms with fondness and heavies with guilt. 

You give him a searching look. “Does it still make you feel sick, after?” 

“Yeah,” James admits. 

Your lips pull down. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t worry about it, lovely.” 

“Mm, try and stop me,” you counter teasingly. “Do you think you could handle a sprite?” 

James isn’t sure. Solid foods only ever make him sick, but drinks have been hit-or-miss. 

“I could try,” he says, mostly for you. 

“Only if you want to.” You set the cloth down on the edge of the sink, kissing him softly on the lips. James doesn’t know how you can do it. To open your mouth to one that’s just done something horrid, and to do it so simply. 

“I love you,” you murmur. 

James’ unbeating heart gives a powerful squeeze. “I love you, too.” 

You press a kiss just below his lips, and another to his chin. If you’re trying to prove a point, it’s working. 

“Do you think you’ll be able to sleep if we go to bed?” you ask softly. 

“Mm, definitely. Like the dead.” 

A startled giggle spurts out of you. You smile up at him, your eyes sparkling in the dark. James thinks that maybe he could get used to the whole vampire thing, so long as he can keep you looking at him like this.

[junosmindpalace]

His head aches directing his eyes toward the doorway, but Senku does anyway to get a glimpse at your figure.

Your fierce expression tells him you refuse to get any closer, as if punishment for the suffering he subjected himself on the dock of the Perseus just a few hours ago. Senku had caught a glimpse of you at the far back of the crowd when the crew had rushed him in from further ambush.

He remembers pain, a lot of it, Luna tending to him, and various members coming both to check on his condition and to receive instruction and advice. He’s found himself with a rare moment of true quiet and space for himself. Until you appeared, that was;

Angrier than he ever expected to see, yet he immediately knows why. The realization makes a frown settle over his own features, and he doesn’t dare break away from your tense gaze.

You strode towards him suddenly, hand slowly coming up in the air as if to punch him, tell him off with a disapproving finger, do something to express your fear and anger toward him for his stunt. All he did was stare with his mouth firmly planted in a deep frown, not wavering in his expression for a second even when you stopped suddenly by his side, keeping your hand in the air and staring at him with a fury hardly being kept in check. His stare almost challenged you to try and retort against the sacrifice he made, and oh how it made you wanna—

But then you sighed. Stepped back. Lowered your arm back to your side. Your brows creased upward in distress, and, oh, no, was your bottom lip quivering?

“You’re an asshole.”

“Well, isn’t that a pleasant way to greet a friend?”

“You shut up with that, I thought you—“

You halted your words, turning your back toward him as horrified eyes stared forward in an attempt to steel yourself. A hand ran down your face, stopping at your mouth. What a horrifying sight that was. Not even a sign of warning.

“C’mon,” he wheezed out with a slight upward curl of his lip. “I thought you knew me better than that.”

Yet the silence his remark was met with brought his lips back to a frown, a more melancholic expression. He called out your name and was met with nothing.

“I braced myself: what more could I have done?”

And you know he’s right. He’s being realistic. You have no right lashing out so aggressively toward him. If anything, you should be praising his bravery, his sharp thinking, his ability to still uphold witty banter with you in the state he’s in. But you can’t. Not when your racing heart hasn’t settled it’s violent thrumming against your ribcage, bruising it and your mental sanity, since the shot rang out. Not since you saw the blood spill out of him. Not since you saw the intense look of pain on his face.

So for now, you hate him for it. For all of it. Even though it wasn’t his fault. He anticipated it at least, so you hate him for it.

He calls for you again.

And finally, you look over your shoulder, eyes glassy and expression fierce. The sight makes Senku want to shiver.

“I did…what needed to be done…” he starts gently. “It’s up to you guys now. And I’ll help where I can.”

Ever the efficient one, that Senku. How it could infuriate you like nothing else. You would think him made of steel at times with the way seemingly nothing fazed him. But with the way you saw his blood pour out from him so quickly, the anguish on his face, it reminded you that he was more human than anyone you’ve ever met. So passionate, so full of life. Nearly childlike in the way he winced as every uncomfortable stir and breath he in and exhaled.

The tension in your face dropped. Senku’s own expression perked up, but mostly stayed firm as you approached him tiredly, pulling up the chair by his bed and taking a seat, hands hesitating as they reached for his.

He stared down at the space in between them, and then back at you just in time for you to raise your own exhausted gaze toward him. Don’t you dare push me away, they pleaded with him.

A little knock of his knuckles against yours gave you the permission you were looking for, and your carefully took his limp hand in both of yours, holding them gently. He chuckled a little as he stared upward, while your gaze remained steady on the bed, and offered a small squeeze in return, which in turn relaxed the tension in your shoulders.

Things were okay between you two. Things would be okay. The sentiment didn’t need to be voiced aloud.

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ FORBIDDEN LOVE ~ PROMPTS about secret dating

requested by: various anons requests: I saw the "Forbidden Love" prompts, mostly about not admitting to themselves / each other, and it really made me yearn for forbidden love prompts where they're together but they have to hide it from everyone else; one sided “keeping a relationship hidden from coworkers”; can you post prompts about two oblivious people who are already dating but the other people don't know they're dating? dialogues or scenarios would do<3 thank you and love your prompt contents!

Feel free to use and reblog!

Part 1: ~ FORBIDDEN LOVE ~ PROMPTS about confessing a forbidden crush Part 2: ~ FORBIDDEN LOVE ~ PROMPTS about showing love without confessing

Setting/scenario:

#1 - keeping it secret at first because they didn't think it would turn into something that serious anyway #2 - enjoying the thrill of the secrecy #3 - being unsure whether that nervous feeling in their stomach is coming from their feelings for the other or the fact the relationship has to be kept a secret #4 - it's killing them that they have no one they can share their thoughts about their new relationship with #5 - making up the most random excuses to secretly meet up with the other #6 - screaming internally because they're having a date but they can't talk about it #7 - trying to act casual and unsuspicious in public when they're together but it's so hard #8 - teasing the other because they know how hard it is for them to keep their affection/arousal to themselves #9 - making promises that they don't have to keep it secret for much longer (but is it really realistic?) #10 - developing a method to communicate in code #11 - keeping it secret to protect the other #12 - keeping it secret until better times come #13 - making up for keeping it secret by extremely romantic/spoiling dates when they're alone #14 - wanting to fix everything before making the other their official s/o #15 - finding it the least stressful way to date to just keep it secret #16 - enjoying their little, happy secret because that way, no one can ruin it/take it from them #17 - it's like living in two completely separate worlds because their relationship is something that just exists between the two of them and the time together is always otherworldly #18 - wanting to stay in their happy dream world forever #19 - making plans for the future together, even though they don't know where they will be tomorrow #20 - they're keeping the other's love letters hidden under their pillow even though they know how risky it is

Dialogue:

#21 - "You're the most precious thing to me. So, I have to keep you as safe as possible." #22 - "Ah, I'm glad to have you finally to myself." #23 - "When I'm with you, it's like the earth stood still. I'm never so at peace." #24 - "You know, I really don't want to imagine what would happen if the others knew." #25 - "We have to be more careful. This was really a close call." #26 - "Do you really think it's necessary we keep it secret for much longer?" #27 - "I'm doing this for you. You're much better off when the others don't know." "You always say that. But I'm not sure if I still believe it." #28 - "It's not ideal but hell would break lose if it came out. I'm really glad we have the moments of peace. And intimacy." #29 - "Could you have imagined that we would someday end up like this?" #30 - "You're the best that happened to me. And I can tell no one about it. But I want to shout it from the rooftops." "Oh, you better don't. But you can always whisper it to my ear." #31 - "Isn't it fun to have this secret?" #32 - ^ "That's one way to call it." #33 - "I was really impressed how you handled that earlier. So cool. So smooth. So casual. As if I hadn't just made you whimper and made your eyes roll back minutes prior." #34 - "It's all worth it. I would risk it all again just to be with you." #35 - "Do you really think this is a good idea? They could find us." #36 - "You'll be the death of me." #37 - "To be honest, it's pretty funny to see you acting so unfazed and oblivious when we both know you were still thinking about me being naked." #38 - ^ "I always think about you being naked. It's not as if it's a new challenge to keep a straight face." #39 - "But you do know that I'm doing this all for you, right? Otherwise, I couldn't care less." "But you have to act as if you were in for the thing itself. They cannot connect you to me." #40 - "One day, I will carry you off to a place where it's just us. So, be prepared to be kindly abducted one day, alright?"

[chrisevansonly]

𝑷𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕? | 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒛

☁︎ carlos sainz x female reader

☁︎ when the calendar hits october your kitchen is turned into a commercial kitchen (as carlos says) and you can never have too much pumpkin…

☁︎ no warnings, just some fluffy, teasing goodness:)

☁︎ okay first this is so bad but wow i feel like october is going by SO fast im genuinely confused as to where the time goes. i’ve been really enjoying all of these so far and am actually getting into writing more and more <3

In hindsight Carlos almost wishes he hadn’t stepped foot into the kitchen, but the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin enticed him down from his office, his curiosity getting the better of him. When he turned the corner to see what you were up to his eyes widened, a various amounts of loaves, cookies, muffins, cupcakes you name it, you’d baked it.

“Qué explotó aquí”

Carlos’s voice caused you to turn a smile on your face

“Nothing exploded amor, i’m backing all my pumpkin treats”

“Pumpkin what?” he responded, leaning against the island reaching his finger towards the icing on a cupcake only to have you smack his hand away

“No touching!!! These aren’t all for you!”

“Alright, alright, i’ll keep my hands to myself”

You had flour on your face, your apron was covered in stains from the hours you’d been down here but everything was finally completed

“Ven aquí”

Obliging you walked over, Carlos’s hand coming up to swipe away the flour on your cheek, a soft smile on his face before leaning down to kiss you

“Thank you for letting me blow up our kitchen for a few hours, I promise I made some treats just for you and I to have…though next time ferrari wants this amount of food, please give me a heads up up”

He laughed nodding

“I can do that, I didn’t even know you were doing this for them”

“Charles and Fred asked me too, it’s for the event this weekend”

Ferrari was hosting a fall gala this weekend and knowing you loved baking, had asked you to put some things together and who were you to say no when they had asked so nicely

“Do you need some help to clean up?” he asked, untying your apron and helping you slide it off

“I did most of it as I went, would you help me pack everything up?”

Smiling he nodded, making sure to listen to your directions as you handed him containers and labels so everything would remain organized and neat for when you needed to bring everything to the gala this saturday. Carlos was always hands on when it came to anything you did whether it be on your own or together, something you’d always loved about him.

“So do I get you all to myself now or is the kitchen keeping you hostage for the rest of the day..?”

he teased as you rolled your eyes playfully

“Well i’m sure I can free up some space for you hermoso”

“Yeah?”

Leaning up to press a kiss to his lips you pulled back to smile

“As long as you’ll try at least one of the things I baked”

“Of course, I need to pumpkinify myself”

You stopped before beginning to laugh

“Baby did you just say pumpkinify?”

He shrugs which only makes you laugh more, leaning into him as he picks up a cupcake

“Well then mi amor, prepare to be pimpkinified Mr.Sainz”

The happiness only continued watching as his eyes closed biting into the cupcake, a tell tale sign you’d done another great job, Carlos would argue you always cooked and baked the most delicious things. All you knew is you had an amazing boyfriend and taste tester in one, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

Even if he started saying the word pumpkinify.

[mandaloriankait]

All In A Day's Work, Chapter 1

A/n: Ok. So this idea came from Kat saying I should write a fic where Javi P is in love with the office IT worker, and keeps making up computer problems just to see her. Turning this into at least a miniseries, depending on how far I can stretch it out. And yes, I work in IT so this is major reader insert for myself lol. Thanks to the bestie @karinamay for looking this over. Lemme know what you guys think!

Eventual smut, but no warnings for this chapter.

Taglist(pls let me know if you want to be added or removed, I just tagged the people who seemed interested): @gothcsz @joelmillerisapunk @guiltyasdave @the-only-din-i-want @lilac-boo

You walked into your office at the DEA and stared at the barely controlled chaos surrounding you. Computers and monitor boxes filled up the second desk in the room, waiting to be deployed. With a sigh, you sat down at your desk and opened your email. You started the tedious task of responding to them one by one, rolling your eyes at some of the more….special ones. Then, there was a knock at the door; you opened it to find one Javier Peña on the other side. He smirked down at you, holding up his laptop bag in one hand. Barely suppressing an eyeroll, you stepped aside, your shoulder brushing his as he moved into the office. “What is it this time, Agent Peña?”, you asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. “Look, querida, I don’t know what happened, I swear.”, he began, and you tuned his excuses out as he pushed the laptop bag over to you before sitting down in your chair. It had been like this for about two months now; you had transferred over to the Columbian headquarters then to “run the IT department”. That was a laugh in and of itself, because the IT department consisted of one person: you. It had been a rough couple of weeks when you started, with all the agents running to you with their various problems. Most of them you had fixed once and sent them on their way with them forgetting you even existed. But not Javier; no, with him there was always something wrong with his laptop or, god forbid, his desktop computer. That required you to go upstairs and risk the catcalls and sly looks of the agents. 

“Hermosa?”, you heard Javier’s voice next to you and jumped slightly. He backed away, rolling the chair back to your desk as you stared at the laptop. With a sigh, you logged into it and glanced at the screen; nothing was out of the ordinary. “You wanna tell me exactly what the problem is here, Peña?”, you asked again, and he had the decency to look at the floor before mumbling something. You asked him to repeat himself, and finally he gritted out, “I can't connect to our file drive again.” This was the third time this month he hadn't been able to do that, and even with instructions, it never seemed to work unless you fixed it. You turned back to the laptop quickly, hiding your smirk as you started working on the issue. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked, studying you as he always did. His gaze was never unwelcome, but it did serve to unnerve you at times. After a few minutes, you motioned him over and had him log in; his face lit up once he saw you had fixed the issue. As he packed the laptop up, he spoke. “You should really let me buy you coffee hermosa, as a thank you for saving my ass again.” “I'm just doing my job Agent Peña.”, you replied. “Call me Javi.”, he murmured, looking down at you intensely. “Goodbye, Javi.”, you said with a small smile, opening the door for him. 

It had been a few days since you'd seen Javi. Then, you got the dreaded call: his computer upstairs wouldn't print and he needed you to come fix it. You hung up the phone and groaned into your hands. Going upstairs was always a mess and ended in one of two ways; either agents remembered you existed and you got more work assigned to you, or you got catcalled. Being in a man's job, you were used to the blatant sexism that came with it. However, it didn't make it any easier to deal with. And of course, today had to be the day you decided to wear a dress, so you knew what the likely scenario was going to be. You trudged to the elevator with a sigh and pressed the button for Javi's floor. When the doors opened, you were surprised to find Javi waiting for you, two coffees in hand. He smirked, holding out one of the coffees towards you. You stepped out of the elevator and took it, staring down at the label to see that it was your go to drink. “How did you know?”, you asked, walking back to his desk with him at your side. “I pay attention querida.”, he replied, pulling out his chair for you to sit in. You took a sip and got to work, trying to figure out why the hell the printer wasn't even installed on his computer anymore. You could feel Javi standing behind you, hand resting on the chair as he watched you work. Finally, just as Agent Murphy was walking you to his desk, you heard the printer whir to life beside you; before you could react, Javi was there, pulling the test page from the printer in delight. His arm brushed against yours and you suppressed a shiver. You weren't blind, the man was insanely attractive. You also knew his reputation around the office; even down in the basement, you got the office gossip. So, you pushed your feelings down again and stood up from his desk, nodding to Steve as he murmured a good morning. Javi smiled at you, thanking you as he walked you back to the elevator. Right before the doors closed, he looked you straight in the eye and said “You look beautiful today, cariño. That color is striking on you.” In a daze, you walked back to your office. Only when you sat down at your desk did you realize that you hadn't gotten any extra work, nor had you been catcalled. 

“So what was it this time, Peña?”, Steve asked his partner with a smirk. Javi glared at him, the silence deafening. “You deleted the printer off your computer again didn't you.” When he didn't answer, Steve huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “You can't keep doing this man, she's gonna figure it out. She's a smart woman.” “Don't I know it.”, Javi muttered, “she fixed it even faster this time.” He sighed, staring at his computer, resolutely ignoring Steve. “At least you got her coffee this time. That probably helped being called up here for the fifteenth time.”, Steve snarked. The glare from Javi was more intense this time, and Steve held his hands up in surrender.

[danshive]

Towels Are Illogical

A Star Trek: Lower Decks fan fiction inspired by speculation about the lack of shame and modesty in the lower deck bunk corridors.

This story is tame, does not include detailed physical descriptions, and, with creative directing, could even be in an episode of Lower Decks.

Nonetheless, it has characters in casual states of total undress, and some suggestive moments.

Therefore, reader discretion is advised. Story after the “Keep Reading”.

Towels Are Illogical

By Dan Shive

Boimler’s troubles (or, at least, these specific troubles), began with the arrival of provisional officer T’Lyn.

As Boimler understood it, T’Lyn had transferred from a Vulcan vessel, and was Tendi’s “bestest science buddy”. T’Lyn didn’t look to Boimler as though she returned Tendi’s enthusiasm, but it was hard to tell with Vulcans. Boimler took Tendi’s word for it.

All of which was fine. Boimler was always happy to meet a new crewmate. He welcomed T’Lyn with open arms kept at a respectable distance.

No, the problem for Boimler was that T’Lyn turned out to be a trendsetter.

Naturally, not long after T’Lyn’s arrival, she made use of the sonic showers. As she set out to do so, however, she didn’t wrap herself in a towel. She simply undressed, stored her uniform, and started walking.

Changing clothes out in the open wasn’t unusual in the bunk corridors of the lower decks, nor was it that strange to not be in a hurry to get dressed again. 

It was not uncommon, for example, for Tendi and Rutherford to get distracted in the middle of changing, and to have lengthy conversations while remaining in various states of undress.

It was, however, unusual to leave one’s bunk while still undressed as T’Lyn had done.

Mariner, with her usual lack of a filter, caught up to T’Lyn, and walked along next to her while wearing a towel. “Whoa, whoa, T’Lyn! You’re really going decloaked?”

T’Lyn raised an eyebrow. “Why would I have a cloak?”

“Sorry, sorry, turn of phrase,” While still outgoing and assertive, Mariner was a little awkward around T’Lyn. “A towel. I meant a towel.”

“Are these not sonic showers?”

“Well, yeah, they are, but…”

“To dry oneself off is unnecessary after a sonic shower, and it is illogical for me to cover myself. I feel no physical shame. Even if I did, we are about to shower together.” With what might have been a smile, T’Lyn said “decloaking is an inevitability.”

“Yeah… Yeah! You’re right!” Mariner declared. “I don’t need this!” She boldly whipped off her towel, and flung it over her shoulder. “I mean, I’ll hang on to it for now, don’t want to leave towels lying around the corridor, but yeah!”

Aside from a distracted ensign walking into a wall, this moment had little-to-no impact on others in the lower decks. It was later, after Tendi loudly expressed agreement with T’Lyn, and declared them to be “no-towel buddies,” that the idea started to spread.

As though it were the latest fashion, lower decker after lower decker stopped bothering with towels when walking to and from the sonic showers.

Even “towel guy” was now just “guy,” though he was still referred to as “towel guy.”

Tradition is a powerful thing.

Only one ensign, Ensign Boimler, was sticking to last season’s fashion. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he meant to go to the sonic showers, but was hesitant.

Everyone else not wearing towels bothered Boimler, but not for the reasons one might expect. Boimler was not, for example, overwhelmed by the sight of his exposed crewmates.

Back at his family’s raisin vineyard, Boimler was the most eligible bachelor around. Absurdly attractive women, often in states of partial, if not total, undress, threw themselves at him.

Boimler, hyper-focused on his future in Starfleet, and lacking patience in any failure to properly raise the raisins to be, remained completely oblivious. Without even meaning to, he had formed a callous around being affected by the nudity of others.

Tendi, Mariner, Rutherford, T’Lyn, or anyone else walking around in their birthday suits wasn’t going to power Boimler’s lust above impulse.

No, what bothered Boimler was he was the only one keeping himself covered at all times.

He’d mastered changing clothes without dropping his cloak.

His towel shields were up well before the eyes of others could impact his hull.

Not even Section 31 could know the secrets of Boimler’s hips.

But now, Boimler was the only one staying covered. He felt like a coward, and cowards had no place in the captain’s chair.

“A captain wouldn’t be afraid to drop the towel,” Boimler thought to himself. “A captain wouldn’t even bring a towel! They’d sit in the captain’s chair, naked as the day they were born, and do! Their! Duty!”

Unbidden, an imagined scene of Captain Freeman bravely commanding the Cerritos in such a manner played out in Boimler’s mind.

Boimler, his face red, quickly sat down. He hurriedly thought of other things, like the Niners playing baseball in a holosuite.

As it turned out, nudity combined with competent Starfleet officers on missions actually could awaken something in Boimler.

“Bases loaded, Rom bunts…” Boimler whispered, casting away the sexy demons.

Boimler, deliberately lost in thoughts of the Niners losing at baseball, and trying to remember how baseball was played, failed to notice T’Lyn.

T’Lyn was fresh from the sonic showers, and, as per usual, not wearing a thing.

She observed Boimler. His discomfort about the towel situation had not escaped her notice. While she felt her actions logical, she knew it was her influence that had resulted in his current dilemma.

T’Lyn felt… Found it logical to help Boimler.

“May I join you, Mister Boimler?”

“EZRI ON FIRST!” Boimler blurted, bumping his head on the ceiling of his bunk as he sat up straight.

T’Lyn raised her eyebrows, her expression otherwise unchanged. “My apologies. Are you injured?”

“No, no, I’m fine! Sit, sit! What’s up?”

T’Lyn sat on the end of Boimler’s bunk closest to the viewport.

“You are uncomfortable with the idea of not covering yourself.”

“Whaaat? Why would you… Why would you think? That?” Boimler’s smile would have earned him an invite to many a Ferengi’s poker table.

T’Lyn said nothing.

“Okay, fine, yes,” Boimler admitted. “I know it’s the 24th century, and it’s illogical, but—“ T’Lyn calmly interrupted with a raised hand.

“It is logical for me to not cover myself because I do not feel discomfort in this situation. Context, however, is relevant.” In a shocking display of expressiveness, T’Lyn gestured with one arm, indicating the bunks of the lower decks.

T’Lyn then used both hands to draw attention to her own torso. “Were I in this state of undress at a meeting with the senior staff, and they were fully dressed, I would find it…”

Almost imperceptibly, T’Lyn’s head tilted, and her face scrunched the tiniest of bits. To Boimler, this somehow conveyed a shudder.

“Illogical,” T’Lyn finished. She rested her hands in her lap, their shameless, illogical gesturing for emphasis complete.

Boimler imagined himself in T’Lyn’s place in that hypothetical situation, followed by Worf catching a flying ball.

“You, Mister Boimler, are not me. You should do what is right for you,” she said, imperceptibly gentle. “Discarding your towel as an act of conformity is illogical. It is only logical if you truly wish to do so, and only if you are comfortable being uncovered.”

Boimler smiled genuinely this time. “Thank you, T’Lyn. You’re right. I think I really needed to hear that.”

T’Lyn smiled. It was barely perceptible, but it happened. “You are welcome, Mister Boimler.”

“And you know what?” Boimler said, quickly standing, “I shouldn’t be ashamed! I’m not doing this for peer pressure! I’m doing this for me! Bold Boimler!”

Boimler triumphantly cast aside his towel, standing fully exposed in the lower decks corridor, hands on his hips.

Right as Beckett Mariner, fully dressed, had turned the corner.

“NOPE,” Mariner loudly declared. Turning around, her hands raised, she quickly departed the way she came. “Nope. Nuh-uh. No way.”

Boimler felt a bit less triumphant. “Well, that was…” his hands fell from his hips as his posture slumped. “Discouraging.”

T’Lyn looked towards the parting Mariner.

“I believe she does not wish to think of you in certain ways, but does so under certain circumstances,” T’Lyn dryly hypothesized, a hint of jealously in her voice that only a Vulcan could detect.

“And what does that mean?” Boimler asked, not getting any of it.

T’Lyn stood. “Take it as a compliment, Mister Boimler.” With images dancing in her mind of a cute, flustered Mariner reacting to T’Lyn’s state of undress instead of Boimler’s, T’Lyn left to get dressed.

[ungratefulurchin]

hey uh so im so sorry for anyone who enjoyed the dandys park au, i just cant keep pushing myself to do it as im just too stressed and keep having panic attacks but here is the rest of the character designs and the whole fic for the au 🫶

may continue it one day when i am properly able to but for now i cant, again i am so sorry to the few people who actually enjoyed it.

and heres the WHOLE story, with erics ending too 👍

CHAPTER 1:

it was a normal day in south park, a few fights but nothing out of the ordinary till stan called kyle, kenny, and eric to come to his house since he found an old tape that looked interesting.

As the group arrived they all marvelled at the tape labeled ‘DANDYS PARK’

“is that some gay ass kids show stan?! this is what you called us here for????” yelled eric.

“yeah but ive never seen it before do you guys want to at least see what it is?” stan said.

the group agreed to watch it (eric only joining since stan had food) and as it played an old fashioned rainbow intro spread across the screen displaying all of the characters, the cartoon characters sung along throughout the episodes and danced while talking about various topics like talkshows, dinosaurs, baking and cooking, music, shops and even sleep.

on the last episode it was around 3am, the boys all slowly woke up and grumbled about the loud tv.

it seemed much more eerie and dark since when the fell asleep until, stan had a small red petal coming out of his face.

“dude, stan what the hell is wrong with your face, you have a petal coming out of it..” kyle spoke worriedly.

the tv slowly cut to a picture of dandy the flower with no petals but a small red one growing on his face, exactly like stans.

(muffled) “hey uhh guys look at the tv..” kenny whispered while pointing to the tv.

stan felt ill and fell back asleep on kyles shoulder as more colourful petals sprouted around his face till he was basically a dandy lookalike.

suddenly eric yelped as he glanced into his reflection to see his arms to look like shrimp arms.

the other 2 quickly turned their heads to see what eric was yelling about as he passed out on the floor basically looking like a shrimp.

kenny was next, his whole head turning to glass as it morphed into a fish bowl.

kyle being last let out a scream before his skin turned into a strawberry like texture, still looking fairly close to his as he had been sunburnt a few days ago.

the whole town had rised into complete chaos as many kids were turning into weird things and just straight up disappearing.

after while all the kids woke up in colourful rooms, some finding out earlier that they had been turned into a toon.

stan woke up in a shop, he looked in a mirror and realised he looked like the flower from the show, since the flower was a shopkeeper and stan felt as if he was meant to be him and since dandy was the leader stan would test out a microphone that echoed into each room explaining that everyone is okay buy that they should come to find him so they could sort this out.

after about 15 minutes everyone flowed into his shop and he tapped his microphone to get everyones attention.

“okay so as you all can tell, we have been turned into.. uh well toons?” stan spoke worriedly as he explained the situation.

“i think our best bet is to try figure out how to get out of here as i think this is linked to a tv show me and my friends were watching.”

after stans little speech the toons divided into their own groups, stans gang was the first to go down the elevator but on the first floor stan disappeared and couldn’t be found, kenny figured out that they could extract a black goop from the machines scattered across the room and after completing all of them the door opened and as it closed stan popped out of the floor with a shop, he was sweating and looked like a had seen a ghost, kyle noticed the same black goop they had extracted on his hands but decided to talk to him about it later.

after a bit the group gave up and as they came back to everyone they were bombarded with questions, suddenly a speaker boomed

“TO COMPLETE FLOORS EXTRACT ICHOR AND SAVE TAPES TO BUY FROM DANDY.”

stan was in the back of his shop with his dog trying to find a way out as some ichor spilled on his hand and and made it grow stronger and larger, stan decided to try test it on his dog but as he did, kyle walked in to talk to him about the ichor on his hands and thought he was trying to kill his dog and turned into a monster because of his hand.

stan yelped in suprise and quickly locked the door leaving him, kyle and sparky in the room.

kyle began questioning him but soon stans gaze went above kyles head to a giant sparky snarling at them both, stan quickly smacked his ichor hand over half of kyles face leaving a ichor spot on him as sparky ripped his arm off, stan ran out and locked them in there, kyles painful screaming and the sound of one last yelp as his foot was torn off before absolute silence. stan sat down in his promising himself to never return into the room, before a few toons came down to his shop.

CHAPTER 2.

a few toons walked over to stans desk and she shortest, who appeared to be an eight ball asked about the elevators and if they were a way out.

“uh im not sure maybe go down there amd figure it out, just extract those machines like the speaker said to.?” stan said

“okay.. sounds stupid but we are sick of this” firkle said angrily.

DING!

a large elevator door opened and the four goths walked in, mike was running to catch the elevator but just missed it.

…

FLOOR 1

the elevator halted and a large door opened with a timer telling them to exit or be sent back up.

the goths walked into the unfamiliar room and began to look around for whatever they thought the machines were, after about 10 minutes Henrietta found the first machine and the other goths got to the others, Michael was surprised at how fast he was at doing it but decided not to mention it.

DING!

…

FLOOR 5

the goths walked out yet again chattering about how easy this was and how peaceful it was since no one else was down there, suddenly firkle heard a loud snapping noise sounding like rocks grinding together, low but fast footsteps that sounded like mud being dragged across the floor were getting closer.

firkle was sweating while crouched low hiding behind a box. . .

*Drip.. drip.. drip..*

ichor was falling from above the box firkle was hiding behind.

…

a low growl came from above firkle causing him to snap his head up to see what was behind him.

Sparky was standing above firkle, his face snapped in two pieces held together by ichor, it was the most terrifying thing firkle had seen.

…

*BARK BARK* an angry bark followed by an unrecognisable scream echoed down the hall

firkle was running for his life as micheal finished the last machine it felt as if sparky had gotten faster, suddenly as all the goths ran to firkle, sparky had him stuck in a corner.

the other goths didn’t know what to do since the timer was ticking.

pete ran past micheal and henrietta knowing how badly this could end and used his star hands to push henrietta and micheal in the elevator, he then threw himself at sparky stunning the twisted dog and dropped his blanket to reveal his four arms to grab firkle.

“d-did you know he had four arms..?” asked micheal.

“..no. oh my god look he’s running back with firkle they will be okay!”

henrietta gasped.

suddenly pete whispered “sorry firkle, try land in a roll..”

“HUH PETE WHAT DO YOU M-“ screamed firkle as pete used all four of his arms to throw firkle with all his might into the elevator.

FIVE.

FOUR.

THREE…

pete stopped knowing he wouldn’t make it and did a small wave to the other goths while yelling to cover firkles eyes.

TWO…

sparky appeared behind pete and pulled him away while he screamed for mercy as the elevator closed.

ONE.

micheal was the only one who properly saw it as he stood in front of firkle and Henrietta who was behind firkle covering his eyes.

“i.. lets go back up.”

micheal spoke softly obviously holding back tears.

firkle began screaming asking where pete was and if he was okay, henrietta softly whispered that he was fine (knowing he was infact gone)

but to not tell ANYONE, even mike and to just say you dont know where he is.

as the elevator took the three back micheal sprinted past the crowd in front of the elevator asking how it went, he dashed to his room and slammed the door shut and locked it as he began uncontrollably sobbing.

CHAPTER 3

(TW SU1CIDE) please dont push yourself to read those chapter if you cant, it is not very important to the storyline.

…

eric walked out of his room looking to find kyle to pick on, after searching everywhere he went to stand for help.

“do you know where kahl is?” eric asked with a hint of anger but also something else.

“uh. no i dont have you checked his room?”

“yes, i guess ill just go on a solo run.” eric said with no expression.

DING! the elevator arrived, kenny asked if he could come but eric turned around and gave him a look telling him to leave, craig and tweek were near him and craig was trying to calm him down since tweek thought that eric was going to die.

eric stepped into the elevator anxiously and left a note inside for whoever goes into the elevator to see, suddenly stan popped out of the floor scaring him a little.

“can i just leave this note here? i want someone to see it so people know what happened to me.. uh! incase anything happens.” eric questioned

stan looked at him like he was going to say something but just nodded quietly.

DING!

FLOOR 1

eric walked out and began to wonder around the warehouse he was in, eric picked up a candy he found on the floor and ate it, it made him speed up a bit, he documented it in his book and kept going.

he found a machine and began doing it, a slight urge to give up came across him, he just kept going though.

he documented everything on the floor and threw his book next to a machine with a little rainbow bandaid next to it.

…

it was quiet and kind of cold but eric just stared at his reflection in the machine and threw his head against the machine rapidly.

he quickly noticed it was filling up faster than when he did it his usual way so he began to hit his head faster, his ears ringing and hushed head throbbing as he did it.

DING!

the elevator came back but eric glanced at stan and remembering that he basically had no one left as kyle disappeared, standing was always working and butters hated him he bolted towards a machine, his head spinning as he ran.

SMASH!

he smashed his head into the machine one last time, his ears rung as his head bled ichor.

he put some ichor on his finger and in his last moments he drew a small heart on the back of his head.

…

maybe it is better this way.

stan watched feeling a pang of guilt run through him but ended up leaving his note for whoever entered the elevator next.

…

DING!

kenny walked in casually after realising that eric hadn’t returned for a good 4 hours, stan tried to hide the fact he knew why he was here but wasnt very good at it.

a few toons yelled goodluck while laughing about how great it was to have a break from eric.

kenny saw the note and asked stan about it but he just said eric wanted to leave it in the elevator, kenny picked it up planning on reading it while on the floor.

DING!

FLOOR 1

kenny opened the note reading it slowly.

If you are reading this, i am probably gone.

i have nothing to say but sorry, im sorry for annoying everyone and making such poor choices.

it is better off this way.

- Eric C

kenny felt his heart drop as he read the note, he ran frantically around the warehouse looking for eric but only found a note explaining about the candies and how the bandaids work.

kenny quickly finished the machines till he got to the last. even the fish in his head seemed shocked.

a machine was broken open, ichor leaking out onto the floor.

he was gone. eric was gone.

DING! the elevator appeared and kenny walked in coldly, not even cracking any jokes.

as he went back up to the other toons holding a note and walking silently away to his room, they all could guess what happened.

Heres the character sheet too just because incase anyone wants to draw them 😄

tag me if you do i would love to see!

DANDY - stan

ASTRO - pete

SPROUT - kyle

VEE - bebe

SHELLY - mike

PEBBLE - stans dog sparky

TOODLES - firkle

TEAGAN - henrietta

RODGER - micheal

GLISTEN - clyde

SHRIMPO - eric

FINN - kenny

BOXTEN - tweek

CONNIE - craig

POPPY - nichole

GOOB - jimmy (make eyes go diff ways)

SCRAPS - timmy

RND

RAZZLE (white one) - pip

DAZZLE (grey one) - damien

LOOEY - tolkien

TISHA - heidi

COSMO - butters

BRIGHTNEY - wendy

GIGI - red

FLUTTER - unnamed goth girl

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts   ━ from various tv shows, part 13

i need a life away from death.

you are so cute when you theorize.

i’m kidding myself to believe you’re really open to being with someone as open as me.

i think it might be too late for you.

not a lot of people wanted to take a shot on me right now.

i don’t date. i don’t even know where to start.

fuck what you wanted.

you have a gun. why won’t you use it?

there she is. there’s the fucking killer.

i’m so done with trying to be more. 

you raised me from the dead.

everyone wanted to get out of here. you at least had a shot.

i’ll figure something out. but i’ll figure it out alone.

i’m uninterested in letting the past define me.

i’m not gonna ask you for help. i’m not gonna ask you for anything.

you know i wouldn’t say no. not to you.

will you two just make out already? get it over with.

we do not have to stay here.

i don’t wanna be me anymore. 

i am so sorry, but i need your help.

i feel like i’m hanging on by a thread here.

this will be so fun. a little slumber party.

we’ve both done terrible things, but we’ve done them for each other.

can’t tell if it’s been 20 minutes or 8 hours.

when it really comes down to it, you’re like… wallpaper.

are you mad at me now?

we don’t have to be friends for me to make sure you’re okay.

don’t you just assume that i’ll go along with whatever you say.

i never really thought of us as a “we.”

if i’m the right person, i think it’s supposed to be easy.

closing your eyes to reality doesn’t change anything, it just makes you blind.

we’re just two tired, shitty people who needed to feel something.

i don’t think he’s ever talked to a woman in a hoodie before.

i’m not gonna make you pay rent. i kicked you out.

you’ve got your own life, and i’m taking up too much space in it.

you can’t rise above something if it’s eating you up inside.

up until 20 minutes ago, i didn’t know i liked you.

i’ve never been confused about the fact that i’m a piece of shit.

does that make her a murderer, or just… quirky?

so i’m not normal because i want to live my life the way i want to?

turns out i’m actually good at doing terrible things to people who have it coming to them.

sometimes taking the high road is overrated. especially if it’s driving you crazy.

you keep coming back alive, don’t you?

if this is you broken, stay broken. 

maybe we can die alone together.

i’ve done some shit. i’m like a monster now. i hurt people. 

i just risk everything, so that afterwards, when it’s done, i just die alone.

you think i can pull off big and violent?

can we just talk for a minute and i’ll fuck off after if you want?

i am realizing i used to think you were kind of stupid.

what the hell are you supposed to do if you can’t close your eyes and picture a better life?

do you ever think about trying to have just a little bit of fun?

i just need to be depressed and alone.

i was in some sort of delusional state last year.

it’s only when you’re alone that the real haunting begins.

i’m just here because i’m so fucking supportive.

oh, i see. you’re funny all the time now.

something great happened to me, and that’s all i care about.

i think you know i think you’re pretty.

from where i’m sitting, you wanted someone to listen and nod and agree with you.

do not fucking follow me.

you can’t live in fear. you gotta be honest with yourself.

i’m always impressed with how you can make nothing to do with you all about you.

we’re in that mutually assured destruction territory now, yeah? 

actually, i just wasn’t having any fun.

just take care of yourself. alright? and i’ll do the same.

we’ll be depressed together because i am not leaving you here alone.

i had a stupid fight with someone.

basically, i was embarrassed.

you blew up my life. was that just for fun?

i’m trying to be less of an idiot now.

if you do not stop smiling at me like that, then i’m gonna have to kiss you. 

are you gonna be this romantic all year?

like it or not, you have a way of bringing people together.

what scares me even more is that i need you.

why don’t we just be scared together?

i think… i think i cheated.

today’s the worst day that i’ve had in a decade.

fuck that, i am not leaving you here.

i’m always ready to lie to an adult.

you’re only honest when it serves you. 

i don’t have the energy to pretend to be nice.

damn, you make it hard not to love you.

sometimes looking the part is more important than what’s really going on.

so if we hate each other so much, then why do we keep ending up in the same fucking room?

i am a walking shit show. i’ve let people down multiple times.

that kiss was just me fucking things up like i always do. nothing more.

there’s so much anger between us. maybe that’s how it’s always gonna be.

you don’t know me like that.

are you always this fucking helpful?

your skin glows like your heart holds a piece of the sun.

do you always change the subject when things get complicated?

[sadceline]

THE ENHYPEN HOST || Special

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes.

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

PREVIOUS (FF) CHAPTER:

PREVIOUS (TEXT) CHAPTER:

FIRST CHAPTER:

after the event of TEXT chapter 2....

'Noona what are you doing awake? - Niki mumbles, sleepily, stretching his arm across my thighs at the height of his head and squeezing them. Shit. - Aren't you sleepy... maybe?’ He chuckles, not entirely lucid.

I breathe deeply as I break into a cold sweat. He was close. Close to… discovering me sexting Jake.

But why did I let myself go? I even touched myself, my god - it's fine to be open-minded, but can I handle such an emotional load?

And also the cold way he greeted me. Oh Jaeyun… I know someone like me could never hurt you, but just imagining that I could have annoyed you, that… that makes me anxious, regretful.

There's also Heeseung, him and his stupid way of deluding me. Still, I shouldn't have said those things to him in the hallway, I must have looked pathetic.

But then why does he tell me I'm different? Why does he delude me, even after he allowed what happened with Sunghoon?

And Sunghoon… tomorrow it's his turn. By now I can't rely on his self-control, he'd be able to deny it even as he's doing it.

‘Are you not feeling well?’ He sits on the bed, looking at me. Stupid, if I don't speak I'll make him suspicious. ‘No! Everything's fine!’ Niki squints sleepily, he's looking at me, then reaches out to turn on the lamp on the bedside table. ‘Noona your cheeks are red, do you have a fever or…’

Oh no. I'm really vulnerable right now, I'm not even one to settle for coming once… I really want to sneak into Jake's room.

I stroke his hair and smile nervously. ‘It's okay, let's sleep now.’ He squeezes his shoulders not very convinced but lies back down. ‘Whatever.’

I feign serenity as I get comfortable on my side. I'm not comfortable or even serene, in fact I'm not sleepy because I slept in the afternoon, but if we're being honest, how do you relax with a guy over six feet, with shoulders as wide as galleons and completely naked except for his underwear (according to him ‘he can't sleep in his pyjamas’)?

Eventually time passes in the half-light and although Niki keeps tossing and turning in bed, by dint of staring at the wall in front of me I manage to close my eyes. It's a light sleep, I know I could wake up at any moment, but I still manage to sleep for a while.

At least when, as I turn over, I don't notice a few sighs that are a little too misunderstandable. I don't pay too much attention to it at first, trying to get back to sleep, but I sense that I'm very tense even as I sleep.

‘Ah...’

I hear it but it seems like a sound illusion. After a while I hear it again. It is a restrained moan, followed by deep, intense breaths.

When I open my eyes, confused and sleepy, I catch a glimpse of Niki's beautiful body, faintly illuminated by the various small lights in the room, but not by a direct light source.

Niki is sitting with his back to the headboard, he is… touching himself.

I jerk, as if I've woken up all of a sudden, he stares at me with an absorbed but not surprised expression. Even as he sees me shocked by the situation, he doesn't try to clarify, he just looks me in the eyes and continues to squeeze his cock.

His hand keeps moving, his tapering fingers tightening around his length, moist, veiny, sliding from bottom to top in front of me, unashamedly.

I swallow, having looked away. So far I haven't been able to do this, but when I begin to observe his face to try to decipher his intentions, he simply bites his lip.

Come on… please… so I end up dying.

I swallow, turning away. This is still his room, this is his kingdom, but… I mean, it's not socially acceptable, I suppose.

Of course, there's very little that's normal about this situation, maybe I shouldn't even be surprised, but… I mean, if it had been anyone else, I would have really jumped him.

Every time I try to catch a glimpse of his expression, he just looks me in the eye and jerks off.

No.

No...

‘Noona I said I won't do it - he tells me, catching my gaze again, which continually sags downwards but then tries to come back up, regretfully. - Really… ah… but could I just look at you?’

I blink, is he serious?

He bites his lip again, with more anger, god, he's beautiful. His involved, pained expression increases my blood pressure, my pulse, I feel like by dint of restraint myself, my brain is literally next to explode.

‘N-No.’ ‘Do you hate me?’ He asks then. ‘No I don't hate you!’ ‘Then… - he says, shifting his gaze to my body covered by the oversized t-shirt - let me see just a little…’

He speaks alternating between moans, deep breaths, as he stretches out the words making his vocal cords vibrate like those of a bass guitar.

Shit.

I let out a long sigh, agitated, worried. I don't even look at his face as I clench the edges of my shirt with my fists, desperately trying to calm myself down. ‘D-Do you really not touch?’ He stares at my hands, then biting his lip lifts his gaze and smiles. ‘Well… I know you don't want to fuck.’

I… I know that's not a real answer. He didn't answer my question, but he still reassured me, I guess I can be okay with it. I mean, I want to be okay with it.

I swallow again, my hands shaking as I lift my shirt, but it's not out of shyness. I'm just damn horny and the idea of him touching himself while watching me is driving me crazy, but I have to keep control, a dignity, keep my words.

‘Oh fuck,’ he says, when I am left only in my briefs, sitting on my knees and deeply embarrassed. Niki squeezes him tighter, you can tell by the way he spreads his bare, toned, dry, white legs better. - You have such pretty tits.’

God, how fast that hand moves, in front of me. God, how I want to be, that hand.

‘Fuck… fuck… - He says, still, as he opens his mouth, spreading it wider and wider, his wrist moving fast, faster and faster, so fast that it brings him to orgasm, which he voluntarily directs at me, coming on my thighs. - Fuck…’

Well, at least it's over, unfortunately.

‘Oh fuck, you're really weak - he laughs, handing me some tissues and using a few as well, I meanwhile continuing to ponder the fact that I could clean it by licking it (just kidding… how gross) - I love that you do what I tell you.’

Riki, it is assumed that the pleasure moment has ended, so kindly stop saying things like that. THANK YOU.

What a great gurl I am though, going from dom to sub in less than two seconds is something extraordinary, isn't it?

‘O-Ok, now go to sleep though.’ I say, grabbing my shirt and trying to put it back on. Riki stops my wrists, looks at me and smiles. ‘No, I'm not done yet.’ ‘Yes you are.’ I reply nervously. He chuckles amused, then brings his hand to his cock under his boxers, still hard, still throbbing. ‘Does it look like I'm done?’

I remove my hand as my body paralyses and my mind implodes.

‘You said-’ ‘I didn't touch you, you touched me.’ He laughs again. I feel like laughing too, so I turn away. ‘Riki, you know it's not like that… now…’

And nothing, he pulls it out again.

‘Come on… just hold on a couple more times.’ ‘C-Couple?’ ‘Just because I don't want you to lose too many hours of sleep. - He says, then comes closer again, with the fingertip of his index he grazes my hard nipples, I'm still breathing, at least I'm trying. - Now I have touched you. But it's nothing sexual.’ ‘Y-Yes it is.’ He smiles again, this time he grabs it and I moan sorely… sort of. ‘I'm not going to fuck you, whatever, though… I mean, there's nothing wrong with that, isn't?’ He says this before pulling it a little.

I am a river in flood, really.

‘Lie down.’ That sounds like an order. Imagine if I don't obey. He gets between my legs, kneeling, as he stares down at me from above. ‘You can imagine I'm fucking you, if that helps..’

He then leaves his cock to slip off my panties with both hands, as he does so he is really close to my intimacy, but I can't really do anything. By now I have consented and there is not a cell in my body that wants to stop.

Riki starts touching himself again, I can see his length, his thickness, in their grandeur, it's a great shot. His smug but serious expression, his resumed intense breathing, his balls... in short, so full.

‘Don't you want to touch yourself?’ He asks. I really, really want to, but if I did…. Would I be able to control myself? I have my doubts. ‘W-well, that's fine…’

He looks incredibly annoyed by this, I see his eyebrows arch with irritation as he grabs me by the knees, lifts my ankles onto his broad shoulder and then… shoves it between my thighs, holding me by the same ankles to keep it stable, tight.

Fuck.

‘Oh yeah….even if you don't want me to… fuck you. I want to use you in every way.’ He says, charging harder between my legs, I'm helpless.

To let him do this was like giving up.

He watches me, as I part my moist lips, as I try to remain alert, focused, but my expression is absorbed, confused, as I breathe shallowly, holding myself back, but I am so agitated. My chest seems to burst as he, yes, uses me.

He pulls me even closer to him, this time spreading my legs apart by placing an ankle by each shoulder, forced to show him my pussy. No… he mustn't…. not enter.

I swallow. ‘R-Riki….’ ‘I won't put it in - he reassures me, though he's not too careful, busy resting his big cock between my major lips, starting to move his pelvis more slowly than he did between my legs - that's what you want, isn't it?’

But I had already lost my mind, and I knew this was how it was going to go. How could I just believe I had such self-control? In the end, I don't even know if I should think anything about it.

‘Ah… Riki… - I moan, when his presence starts pressing hard against my clit - this… this… isn't…’ He doesn't allow me to finish my sentence, he closes my legs around his cock again to squeeze it better, and that's when he starts moaning louder. ‘Oh god, yes…’

So beautiful is his expression of pure pleasure, his forehead wrinkled and wet with a few elegant droplets of sweat, which nonetheless… glide over his swollen pecs, imperil his broad shoulders, his long arms, his abdomen so dry and pale, perfectly outlined his abs… wow… he really is a sight, and maybe it's precisely because he's not inside me that I can watch him so intently.

‘I want to cum inside, noona.’ He tells me, as I continue to gasp at his length that continues to stimulate my clit.

I look at him, surprised, but not honestly enough. I… I don't want to say yes, but I don't want to say no to him either, a little because it's like I want to give him everything (apart from sex).

Maybe I should just accept it. Accept that I, for one, don't mind this at all. Accept that no matter what happens, there really is no way to live differently, I have become a host.

As I told Heeseung, I cannot be someone else, not any more.

Beyond what I want to give Riki, I also want to receive, and thinking about it, that's really the only thing I can receive from them: their body.

I should just start thinking like this.

‘O…Okay…’ I whisper, a little scared. The boy wastes no time sticking it in, so fast it hurt, I wasn't even dilated properly, just very very wet. I realise it hurt less in the car because I was a little drunk. ‘Fuck noona, I'm going to fill you up now.’

It's not exactly as he said, he's not just ‘cumming’, no, he's holding me by the hips as his pelvis charges with brute force inside me. I can't close my mouth, it's so fast and abrupt that I have to plug it with my hands.

In the end, I, unable to be someone else, am still me.

And me is afraid that others will know.

Least of all, I don't want them to know.

‘R-Riki - I moan, choking on my breaths, the bed shaking so much that the room itself seems to shake. - Ri….Riki… oh my god, oh god… oh!’

He does it again, still biting his lip before arching his eyebrows menacingly and going even faster, I feel like I'm convulsing. I can't even control my hands clutching desperately at his veiny forearms, maybe I'm scratching him.

‘Riki… is so g…big…you make me…’ ‘Didn't you notice today?’ ‘I-I know…I-I was a little drunk!’

I see him laughing, but seriously, sincerely (all while he keeps wearing me down with blows but ok), he's so cute I want to bite him, somewhere, no matter where.

‘You are… ah… so… handsome.’ I said. I'm so involved and happy in this moment that…. it was spontaneous, I wanted to say it and I did.

I doubted that between my own and his moans, this sentence, said faintly and under my breath, could be heard anyway, but though he doesn't stop, Riki looks into my eyes differently, in a more intense way.

He looks like… a man. Not a kid, not a boy but a man, I shudder, but even this feeling is swept away by his impetuousness, brutality.

‘Oh fuck.’ He repeats again, focused. He's lasting so long..... other than coming!

I doubt any girl, while they were having sex, hasn't told him he's handsome. It's the obvious thing to say, to think, especially as his sleek, masculine, imposing body stands naked.

Yet he… he looked surprised, impressed.

The truth is that by dint of acting for work, they've probably learnt to do it really well: although that, however, doesn't explain why they should use these skills with me.

Or, and I think this under my breath because such a thought is so ridiculous, have these guys simply not had enough sexual experience?

Of course, it could be a question of culture.

But what remains more likely for me, and I sincerely think so looking at Riki's eyes, subtle, dark but brilliant, is that this is just a perverse game. Malicious perhaps?

Nothing matters after Riki empties himself inside me, emitting animalistic grumbling but in a whisper. His body trembles with mine, as the last strokes inside my belly assure the owner that his seed is well within.

When Riki moves, the world becomes heavy again.

No matter what I have thought so far, what remains is only a strange emptiness and a deep sense of guilt. I will not ask him again not to tell others, I will let him make his own choice.

I lie in bed for several dozen seconds, then sigh.

‘I'll go wash up.’ I say, getting out of bed naked. ‘Do you want me to come with…’ - Riki stops himself, noticing my vacant expression. - Are you OK?’ ‘I'll go out for a moment later. You go ahead and sleep.’ I explain, putting my shirt back on. ‘What? At this hour? - He asks surprised, now his expression is innocent again and that… disturbs me. - Why? I… noona did I... something-’ ‘No- I sigh a little too heavily. - I just need to take a walk, I'll buy cigarettes in the Convenience Store in the area.’ ‘If you want to smoke I have cigarettes.’ He tells me. ‘Even? Do you smoke as well?’ I ask, sternly. ‘Noona what's going on? - He's the one asking this time. - You are strange. Did it… Maybe disgusted by what we did? Do you hate me?’

I'm not sure but I feel like this is the second time he's asked me if I hate him, but I… of course not, at most I hate myself.

‘No, Riki. It was good. We can do it again if you want.’ I say with my eyes down though, as I pick up my briefs from the floor. ‘It doesn't feel right…. then even if I have a big cock it's no use if I don't have experience, is it?’ ‘Didn't you sleep with that 30-year-old?’ ‘Yes, I fucked a few girls, but not that many. I don't physically have the time.’ He smiles, but is sad.

Is he serious? I don't know, I'm starting not to trust him.

‘You're good in bed, and I think you know it too. - I sigh again, approaching the door. - You didn't do anything wrong, I'm the one who feels weird, but I don't know why. Please throw out your cigarettes and don't smoke. Smokers sucks.’ ‘You're going to buy cigarettes right now.’ I look at him for several seconds in silence, then smile wearily. ‘Indeed.’

Honestly, I am not a smoker, but I have become one at times in my life. After my parents' divorce, after being kicked out of the house by my mother, after being physically but above all psychologically harassed for months by a man who despite reporting me was never arrested or removed, and last but not least, when grew horns on my forehead.

Now, although I think I will buy the pack just to smoke one, I need to breathe sweet venom.

‘I can't let you go out alone at this hour.’ ‘Don't worry, Seoul is less dangerous than any italian city at night.’ Unconvinced, he glares at me. ‘At least take my number, so in case you can call me.’

Alright.

ok i don't know if anyone cares but sorry for the delay actually it's just that i was bothering to translate, boh leave a comment if you like it and never ask for riki again

NEXT CHAPTER:

[fictionrealms]

Hounds Teeth-->Chapter 7

TW:

gunfire, grief, angst and more angst, feeling of losing oneself, NHEA, if you can think of any more please let me know

Summary:

Have we ever been truly safe? I didn't know. I didn't want to. I know everything I need to; that I have to run. That we aren't safe. That Caleb was home, and protection, and safety. He was everything good in the world. Until he isn't. He is gone.

Word Count: 1073

7/10 chapters

Finished || Ongoing

“Oh, you’re up.”

Caleb sits in front of me, a pile of nonperishable foods neatly piled near him and the duffle bag. Rubbing my eyes, I realize we’re in an abandoned convenience store. The linoleum floor covered in debris, dirt, and grim. He had gotten a blanket from one of the shelves and laid it down for me to lay on. Caleb opens a fruit cup and hands it to me.

“Here, pip, eat this. You need to eat something.”

Tipping the tiny bowl back to my mouth, I drink in the thick syrup and let it coat my throat. Still blinking away the sleep from my eyes. Through the broken and shattered windows, the last rays of sunlight were sinking behind the horizon. Letting night take over. Had I really slept the entire day?

I open my mouth to say something.

But words don’t have the chance to leave before my head begins to feel heavy suddenly. My vision blurs and breathing turns steadier. Like sleep was taking over me again. I felt well rested. But my body was growing heavy by the second. And in front of me, Caleb begins to cough. Covering his mouth with his tank top. 

“Try not to breathe too much,” but his voice sounds distant, like I was underwater, “Pip?”

Then everything goes dark.

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When my eyes open again, there’s men and women in white coats and goggles walking around a room so white it’s blinding. It’s sterile. For a moment I think I’m in a hospital. That I’m back in Linkon at Asko Hospital and it was Zayne treating me. That somehow everything that had happened in the last few months was nothing but a lucid dream. But the more I come back into consciousness, I realize that I’m in some kind of tube. Wires connect to me in various areas of my body. Making my skin itch. There’s a breathing tube in my nose and next to the tube I’m in a hologram of my DNA hovers over a touch screen. 

Faint, muffled beeping sounds throughout the room. A dark-haired woman stands in front of the touch screen. She doesn’t acknowledge me. Only turning to look over her shoulder to tell someone I can’t see something I can barely make out through the glass of my tube.

“She’s awake.”

A man’s voice comes from somewhere just out of my line of sight. “Good. Let her orient herself and we’ll begin.”

I count my breaths and the beats of my heart to try and steady myself. To remain calm. But all of that vanishes when I see him.

On the other side of the room is a glass wall. Spanning from one side of the room to the other. And on the other side of it….is Caleb.

Sitting with bent legs and head hung. One arm flung over a bent knee. His hair falling in front of his face. Back pressed against the glass. There’s a collar around his neck, glowing a soft red light. We must have been here for at least a day or two. He looks so sad and defeated sitting there. Like all the fight had been beaten out of him until he inevitably gave up.

Tears slide down my cheeks and my hands curl into fists. Nails biting into my palms. My shoulders shake with rage. Teeth grit to keep from screaming. This was what he was so afraid of happening.

There’s a beep from outside the tube. 

A green light emites from somewhere around my neck and I bring a subconscious hand to my throat. My fingers brush metal so cold it almost makes them recoil. Instead they wrap around the collar and pull. Yanking on the material under my fingers ache and skin splits open. It stings and I vaguely register the trickle of blood from my palm as it drips onto the floor of the tube. Curious eyes watch me as I scream and fight to get the collar off. Hot tears of anger well in my eyes. The woman to the side steps in front of my view.

And she smiles.

It’s twisted and demented like a petrified tree I saw as a kid walking home from school with Caleb. 

Caleb.

Whose hand had taken mine and held it so tightly it was as if he was afraid I would vanish if he let go. Whose violet eyes I would get lost in for hours. Whose smile was so sweet and bright it made every girl he met fall in love almost immediately.

That boy was gone and replaced with a cold, unfeeling man I barely recognized anymore.

It was their fault.

My chest aches so much I could vomit. Hot and furious and blinding. The pain would be overwhelming if it weren't for the rage that built inside me.

It was their fault.

They took Caleb from me.

I scream so loud it should have shattered the glass of the tube. But it didn’t. And my fists bang on the glass so hard I think it might have broken bone. Pain radiates through my arms but I can hardly feel it. All I feel is rage. And that woman continues to smile at me. Like she knows a secret I’m not privy to. Like I’m nothing more than an insect in a jar and she’s the school bully who burns them in the sun for kicks. With the position we’re in it might as well be true. Because it’s useless. No amount of screaming or banging on the glass can break it and before long my arms lose strength and fall to my sides.

And she continues to stare at me and smile.

While I sit there with the look of a woman scorned and breathes that come and go too quickly.

And Caleb sits on the other side of that wall. Looking so hopeless it hurt. Twists something in me I thought had healed when he walked back into my life.

Like he was dead.

“You can fight all you want, Unicorn. But this glass won’t budge and he,” the woman turns to look at Caleb, “can’t hear you. He can’t shield you any longer.”

I spit at the woman. My saliva hits the glass and slides down until it leaves my vision.

“I think she’s ready.”

A man’s voice, just out of eyesight. The same as before. “Excellent, then let’s begin.”

[drdemonprince]

Autistic friend anon here — thank you so much for your answer and the substack post. I was kind of stuck in the “rejection” feeling of “wait but if being autistic isn’t a bad thing then why are you so upset at the idea that YOU might be autistic”. I took it really personally and wasn’t really thinking about how much it sucks when someone acts like they know you better than you do. I’ll have to keep working through that.

I also often get stuck in the idea that “well if someone had just TOLD ME I was queer/trans/autistic then I could have figured it out sooner and life would be better” or whatever. But after many years of being out as queer/trans, I think that isn’t actually true and even if it is, I don’t interact with other possibly queer/trans people by “diagnosing” them with queerness/transness any more. In my head it seemed like autism was different for some reason, but of course it is not.

Anyway, your answer was really thoughtful and diplomatic, while also being very clear about what is bad behavior on my part. It is genuinely going to be a big benefit in my life.

Hey, nice to hear from you again!

I totally feel you. When I told a friend years ago that I thought she might be a BPDer, I was incensed that she ended up not taking that comment well. I meant it in an affirming, pro-Mad-Pride kinda way! I was a BPDer too! if she thought it was bad to be BPD, what did that mean she thought about me?

But I was looking at it the wrong way. I had just hurled a still very stigmatized label in her direction as a response to her complaining about real relational struggles in her life, which felt diminishing and presumptive. Telling various people in my life that I'm pretty sure they're Autistic can have a similar effect, even if they're on board Autism acceptance as an idea.

I used to fixate on the time I lost not realizing I was trans or queer or whatever the fuck I am yet. I had a vision of an older me materializing before me at age 16, specifically on the corn-lined roads I used to bike up and down furiously, and imagined telling myself the Truth of who I was and what I had to do to be happy. I believed that if i had known I was trans younger I would have avoided a lot of upsetting relationships, eating disordered periods, and general angst.

Now. I am pretty damn sure that is not true. It turns out that being trans was not a solution to all my problems, it was just another problem that I had. In the sense that it's a challenge to navigate on this bitch of an earth. if i hadn't chosen to be trans i would have chosen some other shit to do that also would have been a major pain in the ass i'm sure. that too would have been an interesting back story.

I dont think I was ever going to be outgoing and unneurotic and breezily well adjusted. That's not my lot in life. Feeling a little uncomfortable in my body and around other people is as definitional a part of me as my wit or my weird laugh. I can kinda love that about myself now, or at least accept it. nothing and nobody actually could have saved me. its just not that simple. but it's been a pretty interesting life.

i think we tend to impose our self-narratives onto other people when we are not happy or we are harboring deep regrets about having gotten something wrong or missed something in the past. but we cant spare our friends those journeys. they should get to have them. it's interesting and enriching to get things wrong, be in denial, cope in elaborate stupid ways, soul search, change our minds, miss something, find something, never know what's true.

[yuzukahibiscus]

Takarazuka Revue Cosmos Troupe Top Star Serika Toa's Retirement Conference

(Source from Sponichi | Before you read – this translation mentioned the incident of the deceased sienne in Cosmos Troupe)

Serika Toa had her retirement press conference on the 3rd in Osaka after announcing that she will be retiring from Takarazuka in April 27 2025.

She appeared in a pearl white suit and didn't cry, but remained a cheerful expression from start to end. The Revue emphasised the importance of "keeping the conference with questions limited to the retirement only"

Serika's message

Every day I continue to learn as I spend my days at Takarazuka that I love so much. This is all thanks to all the supporting fans that I am able to face the stage and myself, so I'm sincerely grateful. I was so happy to find something that I dived into and enjoyed so much. Before the day of my graduation and to repay this gratitude to everyone who's supported me, I want to keep growing as much as I can. Please continue to support me.

Regarding the timing of your retirement, was this affected by the incident of the deceased sienne last September?

I believe retirement is what one would always consider when they have passed a certain year of being in the revue. Everyone, it wasn't really about having a specific goal on my path to pursue the performing arts. Yet it was my goal when I was appointed as a Top Star that I wanted to be the leading role of 3 performances. I have already decided on just doing 3 lead performance when I was appointed a Top Star so there's no direct relation (to the sienne's death).

How did the troupe members react to your retirement news?

There was a little break between the closing day of "Le Grande Escalier" which was a few days ago, and the next performance, so I announced the news to the Cosmos Troupe members via LINE message. I'm not too sure how they react yet, but because we're splitting in two teams of rehearsals, I'd like to meet them directly and respectively on the first day of rehearsals.

What did you learn in the long time of supporting Top Stars?

About the things I've learnt in Takarazuka? I spent half my life there, and (Takarazuka) in terms of shaping me as a person, I'd say that I've learnt almost everything there. The greatest thing I've learnt is to be honest and sincere to myself.

So you wrote a LINE message your troupe members. How did you tell the Top Musumeyaku Haruno Sakura?

I told her at an appropriate time during the "Le Grand Escalier" performances earlier when we met each other directly. I can't say her reaction without her permission...

Message to fans

It's because I have my fans, it's because everyone is here, that I was able to overcome (setbacks). I think I can never repay these (sentiments) no matter how hard I tried. It really was a grand love (from them). But in my remaining Takarazuka life, I will try my best to repay the best I can and to repay even the least, I want to deliver the most amazing stages. Please look forward.

You also told your classmate (Snow Troupe Top Star) Ayakaze Sakina about your retirement news?

Of course, I contacted her. Even though it was a LINE message only. Because of the pandemic, there wasn’t much communication as us classmates or for our troupes (Cosmos Troupe and Snow Troupe). That was truly regretful, because had there been more interactions, I would have learnt more about various things. But she’s a classmate I really cherish. I never dream that I would be staying the longest ever since entering Takarazuka Music School and the Revue, but that’s how it turned out.

What is your future ahead after graduating?

I still haven’t had a complete vision of it. Before April 27, I want to stay completely focused in this world, and beyond that, I hope to be able to find things that make me excited and thrilled.

What did your mother – who was also a Takarasienne – say?

My mother also said, "Do your best"

What are your memories for your 18 years of your Takarazuka life?

There was really a lot. But what changed my conscious, or the turning point for me was the Takarazuka Revue 100th anniversary. At that time, I felt it’s because of the weight of history, and how the seniors have so much love, that this Revue could continue on (its business). And that’s what caused the media to pay attention even more, that it’d be great for Takarazuka Revue to continue developing even further. And to do that, it means I have to enhance my performance, that really change of my conscious (of performing).

What do you hope to leave for the juniors?

What should I say.. Something to leave for them, I’d rather say that I’m looking forward to seeing their future activities!

How was your 18 years of Takarazuka life?

It was a very exciting Takrazuka life.

How did you feel performing again after standing on the stage of the Takarazuka Grand Theatre in the show with the meaning of "the grand staircase"?

I was really nervous on the opening day. I remember only being so nervous, but then I heard the wam applause. The "Le Grand Escalier" had the happiest, and warmest ambience I have felt for the past 18 years."

What kind of troupe do you want Cosmos Troupe to be?

I hope everyone is healthy, and sincerely wish them to be happy.

Her graduation performance will be "110 Love Songs" "Razzle Dazzle" that will be performed in the Takarazuka Grand Theatre from 2025/1/1 to 2/2 and in the Tokyo Takarazuka Theatre, from 2025/3/15~4/27.

[mizavia]

And now for those who didn't know- I've been planning on writing a fanfiction for the "Jekyll & Hyde " fandom [hi guys]. Since I haven't written anything for these characters before, I changed strategies. First, I'll be starting off with what I call >Interaction tests<. These are short interactions between two randomly picked characters, roundabout 1k - 1,5k words each.

The first one, as chosen by myself, is between Jekyll and Hyde themselves, and this is the result. Enjoy!

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>Interaction test 1 - Dr. Henry Jekyll / Mr. Edward Hyde >1355 words<

"I told you not to touch that." "Hm?" The nonchalant reaction that shot back at him caused the older man to lean closer to the mirror's surface, lightly tapping against it to make sure of all attention focussing on himself in this very moment. His eyes locked onto Hyde within a mere second, maybe even less than that. Although remaining without a word more, it strained his nerves, his warning gaze following the other across the room, tracking his every movement as if worrying something might happen. No, he knew that there was nothing he could possibly do, whether something would go wrong or not. At least not in his current state of being.

"You worry too much, wouldn't you agree?" Hyde's voice came close to a mocking purr, darkened eyes fixed on where the mirror stood. Nothing more but a few quick steps were needed for him to approach the reflecting wall in front, his head tilted in a barely noticeable way. An unreadeable smile crept onto his lips, but Jekyll knew him well enough to see both amusement and discontent.

Amused about the 'good' ego's situation. Trapped behind the mirror, restricted to act as the reflection he was. Chained by the lost control of the shared mind and body. In surrender to the inability to prevent the horrifying things from happening and hold back the shadows that were but his own doing.

Discontented at being told what to do, being verbally reminded of what was fine and what was not. Hearing the scientist set borders to his movements, actions, thoughts. Not once did he silently comply to it. Why? Why stay hidden behind expectations when every time, every night, was a new opportunity to live?

While his carefree demeanor faltered momentarily beneath the stern words of his older opposite, his eyes narrowed faintly as response to the silence that dared to rest between the two of them. Allowing the doctor the triumph of having put him in his place? Oh no..

"Are you, perhaps, afraid that something might happen to your oh so precious work?" he sneered, backing away from the mirror at an unexpected speed. What started off as annoyance turned to a dangerous glimmer of curiosity, a combination Hyde knew to play alarmingly well. Henry flinched, both his arms slowly coming to cross over his chest. Uncertainty wrapped around him, watching his other half make his way to where he stood before, a hand moving close to a delicate phial, propped up neatly next to various other things needed for his work. Experiments, researches and the like, notes for further progress and as a reminder of past achievements, keeping track of every single step taken towards yet another exhausting task.

A quiet sigh fell past the constrained ego's lips, one of his hands moving up and down his arm, the pace bordering to slow-motion. "That's not it," Jekyll began to explain, earning a surpressed laugh from his dark-haired opposite. "However, note that it's.." "Let me take a guess; It's important, isn't it?" Chuckling to himself, the younger individual propped himself up against the closest table, eyeing his restrained friend with expectancy. "Tell me about it, if you will." Upon being met with silence, Hyde leaned forward in his position, eyes narrowed playfully, yet knowingly at the same time. One of his hands tapped the table almost rhythmically, giving the sense of an unheard melody that filled the lab.

It was that smile. That smile that spoke volumes without needing the help of words. The taunting tone of the silent hum flowing effortlessly from the younger half. He was aware of it. Oh, he definitely knew. Surely enough, it became obvious that he was very much in the right. Not even a try of an explanation would reach his ears. And why? Because he didn't need one. He never needed one.

Every little thing that went through one of them instantly reached the other, too. Impressions experienced by one half were often remembered by the surpressed side as well and, in some situations, used against the scientist himself. In this particular moment, Jekyll knew that he didn't owe the other anything, even less an explanation. He didn't need to spend his words on something that couldn't be any less obvious already.

"I'm afraid you don't need to hear about it," he cautiously concluded, tugging at his white sleeves a few times. He drew in a sharp breath, observing Hyde's reactions with an attentive, narrowed gaze. The sharpened focus crossed paths with a questioning glow, followed by a low sigh. "Whatever you say, my dear doctor. Whatever you say," Edward hummed, giving a dismissive wave directed at his supposedly better half. If he were to be in need of the informations at hand, he'd look for them himself. No, it was not necessary to tell him and if, he wouldn't ask for permission in first place.

Time went by. First only minutes, then almost half an hour. Pale fingers tapped the sturdy table, closed eyes now opening slowly, scanning through the room in a calculated manner, dissatisfied with the way the night was going. Raindrops hit the windows from outside, painting countless pictures against the glass, swaying with the breeze they brought with them.

Cold weather trapped both personalities inside, one more voluntarily than the other. One felt eager to leave despite it all, to roam the night the way he was used to. But he didn't. Much to the barely shown relief of his older friend, who felt certain about Hyde not wanting to risk being lectured while it was already long dark outside. As for Jekyll, who found himself able to list at least a thousand things that were better than spending his time as the reflection of a shadow, he wondered how long it might still take for the switch of control to turn the other way. Neither of them were able to remain in their personal first place forever, he knew.

He shook his head, pressing thoughts of this complicated part way back to where it wouldn't concern him. At least not for the following minutes. To say that much, many things were prefered over it, even if it was dealing with his alter-ego's boredom for the rest of the day.

The doctor's shoulders slumped, hands placed over one another in a failed attempt of hiding his very own mental state and the emotions that ran through him. Best he could do was watch the younger individual pace back and forth, yet make sure that he stayed away from neatly sorted stacks of paper and much more, objects he couldn't name due to the distance in between, but knew how much importance they held to his work. If there only were the time to..

"Can't you stop staring?" A solid amount of irritation rang out with those few words, breaking the silence and causing Henry, as thoughtful as he had been, to stumble back at first. "I daresay there's a difference between watching and, as you phrased it, staring, Hyde." His opposite glanced back and forth, turned his head to gaze at the already made preparations for following tasks on the other's mentally written list. Only the faintest hint of an annoyed growling sound flitted past the smaller one's lips, his own dark eyes momentarily closing. "Calm yourself, dear friend. I won't touch it," he huffed, a sharp edge to his tone as he spoke.

Needless to say, no one was more aware of how.. very much unable to act the scientist truly was, other than him. There was no one who knew better that, whatever he might risk to do, Jekyll wouldn't be able to prevent it from happening, having to witness it all nonetheless. Such knowledge felt amusing to Hyde, meanwhile unbearable for the original self.

He might be lucky, though. No one was at risk of getting harmed tonight. Steadily falling rain prevented the experimental half from leaving. And yet, who knew.. It all might just look entirely different tomorrow.

[666writingcafe]

Greed (Part Two)

Lucifer

"Well, hello MC," Solomon merrily greets when he opens the front door of the cabin. As soon as he sees me, however, his expression grows more serious. "Lucifer, is everything alright?"

"I'm afraid not," I reply. "There's been an incident, and--"

"Tie me up," MC abruptly interrupts, their voice slightly strained. Solomon looks between the two of us, clearly confused.

"I'd do what they say," I suggest. He's still unsure, but he nevertheless lets us in and pulls out a chair from the kitchen for MC to sit in. He utters a spell that causes ropes to magically appear and wrap around them, effectively keeping them in place.

"There'd better be a good explanation for this," he warns, turning his attention back to me. "I'm not about to hurt my apprentice--" My phone suddenly rings, and I quickly excuse myself to another room to answer it.

"What happened?" I ask once I've answered the call.

"Mammon's lost the coin," Satan quietly responds on the other end. "The dumbass kept tossing it in the air, and it ended up rolling off somewhere."

"So you've haven't made it back to the House yet?" Satan sighs.

"No. We're still in the forest. He's making us look for the stupid thing."

"Asmo, I don't care about your fucking nails! We're not leaving until my lucky coin is back in my hands!" I've never heard Mammon scream that loud, and he's one of the more noisy ones in the bunch when he's arguing with someone.

"We're literally on our hands and knees, combing through every single thing on the ground. It's fucking ridiculous, if you ask me." I sigh.

"This is probably going to be a stupid question on my part, but has anyone tried to tell him to let the coin go so that you can get home safely?"

"Belphie." He pauses. "His statement caused Mammon to go berserk, and somehow he used magic to force us to the ground. If we even try to stand up, he makes the most excruciating pain shoot down our bodies." A faint whipping sound cuts through the air on his end. "And that would be due to him spotting someone taking a rest." This isn't good. Not at all.

"I'm assuming you've found a place to hide?"

"Yes, but I'll have to move soon. I hear him getting closer." Something suddenly starts rattling loudly, followed by various objects shattering on the ground.

"Lucifer, I think that's coming from your end," Satan nervously observes. "Did you at least make it to the cabin?"

"We did. Listen, I'm giving you permission to use whatever means necessary to knock Mammon out. Just make sure it's not fatal. Call me when you've done that." I quickly end the call and rush back to Solomon and MC, only to find the room they're in to be an absolute wreck.

"Let me go!" MC yells. Solomon looks like he's walked through a minefield with his hair in disarray and his clothes torn.

"As I keep telling you, I can't do that--"

"Whose side are you on, Solomon?! His?!"

"Look, I think it's unfair that he stole the coin from you, but--"

"But what?! You don't think he deserves to get punished?!"

"That isn't what I'm saying--"

"MC." They snap their head, focusing their attention on me. "Pull yourself together. You're being unreasonable." The air around them begins glowing.

"How dare you!" MC screams.

"Great, Lucifer," Solomon complains. "I was trying to calm them down, not provoke them even further."

"And how well is that turning out for you?" Silence. He may know MC better than I do, but I've dealt with Satan on the warpath many times before. Explanations mean nothing when someone is in this state, so the best thing to do is to be simply firm and wait for them to tire out on their own.

"Let me at him!"

"No."

"It's my coin, and I want it back!"

"No." Is it my imagination, or are the ropes starting to break?

"Of course you would side with Mammon."

"I will deal with him accordingly."

"Then why are you still here?!" In a nearly blinding flash, the ropes fly off MC, and they lunge themselves at me, knocking me down to the ground. I quickly spin us around so that I'm able to pin them down. They're thrashing about, but that's to be expected.

"Sleep." Their body quickly goes limp as the magic behind the command takes over them. I stand up and dust myself off. I don't have to look at Solomon to know that he's glaring at me.

"They'll be fine," I tell him. "It'll just be a few hours before they're awake again. Help me get them in bed." He's still seething, but he at least comes over and assists me. It's not until we've gotten MC tucked in and leaving their room that he reacts by slamming me against the wall.

"What the fuck is going on?" he whispers threateningly.

While I certainly have enough strength to throw him off me, I'm not about to get into another fight. Plus, I do understand why he's upset at me. In his eyes, I'm currently a threat to his loved one's safety. He has every right to protect them.

Especially since I'm trying to do the same thing. It'd be hypocritical of me to hold his feelings against him while experiencing them myself.

"Growing pains." If I gave that answer to someone else, they'd probably demand a more detailed explanation after chastising me for being so vague.

Thankfully, Solomon's smart enough to read between the lines of my short answer.

"They're affecting MC."

"Yes." The fact that he doesn't pose that as a question makes me suspect that he knows something that I don't. Then again, he did know MC back when they were human, so perhaps it makes some degree of sense.

Solomon steps away from me, allowing me to move freely.

"How much time do you have?" he asks.

"Enough."

"Good. Fancy a trip back to the castle?"

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