#she isnt having a good time lets put it gently

[red-dyed-sarumane]

MAGU HARU SONG LETS GOOOO (pretending im not slightly sad they skipped over coko) so on first listen i didnt hear the motif & theres no bg text either that i noticed but it HAS to be a series a song and let me tell u why even without taking apart all the lyrics (yet). 敗北ランド 実際は排他　失敗社会だ 理解がない (a defeated land, truth is excluded / its a failed society, i dont get it[lyric not my thoughts]) as well as the そのせいで towards the end being VERY close to the sono sei wa from kugutsu ashura. as well as various other word choices like yeah. yeah this is a series song for sure. i also like how they make the cool street style kind of character who clearly doesnt want to put up with it and shes STILL better behaved than whatever the unplanned apoptosis chara had going on. like this girl is complaining FOR REAL but shes not calling people bitches to their face

[mysicklove]

No more toga smut ? :(

never.

cw: aged up! himiko toga, dom! gn! reader, fingering, heavy praise, biting and small amounts of blood, possesiveness, cum eating

p.s. this is a rewrite (sorta) of my first ever toga smut when i sucked hardcore at writing. but she is so cute i want to consume her.

Himiko Toga just needs a little guidance - a little bit of extra care to work on her behavior. A good girl at heart that needs someone to monitor her.

But you didn’t mind it, finding that watching her behavior shift over time was endearing. She was almost like a cat in the way you have to put so much time and effort for a reward.

And your hard work pays off, considering she is sitting pliant in your lap with one of your hands trailing up her skirt. The other is placed in her mouth, where it drags over her fangs, tempting her to bite.

But she wouldn’t, or else she would get in trouble. And so her eyes grow hazy at the idea of tasting your blood, as she has a multitude of times and has found that you have the sweetest taste, sort of like candy.

She whines out, small and in complaint as your thumb rubs at her chapped lips. “A bite?”

“No Himiko, you know better.” She does know better, but it didn’t help the urges, especially since she was possessive with you. The idea of you covered in her bite marks sends her head spinning, and she has to physically shake her head with shut eyes to clear the thought.

A small laugh slips past you lips at the cute display and you cock your head to the side, leaning back on the couch. “Aren’t you doing so good for me?”

“I really want to bite. Please? Just one on your neck and then I’ll really be good!” She complains, her usual smile not on her face as she collapses forward and rubs her face against yours to hopefully convince you.

The hand that was originally in her mouth finds her hair, and you pet it while she continues to nuzzle you. “You smell so good - my favorite! I love you, I love you, I love you. Please!”

“What did I say the first time?”

The blonde goes limp in your hold, while your fingers rub at her panties. A shaky sigh leaves her lips and she lets out a small whimper. “No…but I am being good!”

"Good girls dont bargain. You are supposed to take whatever I give you, yknow that." Her eyes are squeezed shut when you hands run under the pink lacy panties, and begin to circle her clit. "But here I am giving you a reward. Strange isnt it?"

Her nose buries into your neck, inhaling your scent. She begins to kiss at the skin, shaking gently when the sensitivity gets too much. "'s because you love me," she giggles, but then looks away, thinking for a moment, "Love me so much, right? Please say it."

You grab at her chin, forcing her to look up at you. Yellow eyes peer into yours, and as much as she tries not to, you can see them begin to roll back. You coo at her, pressing a kiss to her lips and slipping your finger inside her. "I love you so much, even with your biting habits."

She nearly lounges at you, buring her hands into your hair, and hiccuping when you begin to pump your finger in and out of her. Her tongue drags over your mouth, and she presses as close to you as possible. Ocassionaly she pulls away, mumbling out how you were hers, and only hers, which you found sort of cute, so you simply agreed.

But then she nips at your lip, and blood begins to leak out of the flesh. You pull away instantly at the strike of pain and she grabs onto your shirt, wide eyed. "Sorry! Sorry! Didnt mean to bite - please dont be mad!"

You dont have time to respond before she is licking at your lips, drinking down the small bits of blood. You nearly roll your eyes, but let her do what she wants, but you press your thumb against her clit, pulling a squeak from her lips.

Then you force her legs farther apart, and place a hand on the small of her back before setting a rutheless pace of dragging your fingers in and out of her. She keens in return, wrapping her arms around your neck and whimpering into your mouth. "A-Are you mad?"

"No, i'm not, relax, its okay," you coo when she finally pulls away. She blinks up at you and a smile creeps up her face, glad that you arent mad, before a high pitched moan is let out. The sounds coming from her cunt were lewd, and you found great delight in the squelching noises. "You're so wet. It's all for me, hm?"

She frantically nods, kissing at your chin and trying her best to not let her urges to pull blood from you resurface. "Mhmm! Only you, because you are mine. All mine. Minemineminemine."

You, being completely used to her slightly abnormal, possesive behavior just nod, knowing that she would only get more vocal if you didnt agree. You thumb continues its motions and by now she was trembling, trying to keep her eyes open so that she could look at you, but failing miserably.

"You are so cute, you know that?" you murmur into her ear, and she turns red, shaking her head. "So. So. So cute. The cutest girl in the world."

The praise was driving the poor girls head dizzy and she doesn't know what to do other that hiccup a thanks and cling harder onto you. Tears begin to prick at her eyes, but she quickly shakes her head, trying to get them to leave her alone.

The action pulls a laugh from your mouth, and you kiss her cheek. "So cute and all for me. My good girl - i'm so lucky."

She mewls at this, nodding her head frantically. By this point you have added another finger, and she in return trembles in your hold, pawing at you. The pace was incredibly fast, and she felt as though she didnt have time to breathe. Gurgled moans are the only sounds she makes, and her eyes have rollen back. "Um-uh-Can I cum? P-Pretty please?"

"Are you going to make a mess on my fingers, Himiko?"

A broken whine falls from her lips and she nods. "I need to. Please!"

"Go ahead, pretty girl. I'm here," you encourage, and moments later she hiccups, before her body erupts in shivers. Her mouth latches on to your neck, and you can feel her canines drag over the skin, but she holds back obediently. Tears spill from her eyes and the fall down her cheeks as she squeezes her eyes shut.

You feel her tighten up on your fingers, and you hum, mumbling praises through her orgasm. When you pull out, your fingers are coated with her cum, clear and liquidy. You blink at the girl and she finally pulls away from your chest, staring at you with hazy eyes.

Then you place your fingers in her mouth, and she obediently lets you, wrapping her pink lips around the digits. You nod at her, before saying, "Bite."

Her canines immediately dig into your two fingers and you hide a wince, but she moans at the taste of your blood. You smile at her, feeling the way her tongue now laps at her own cum and your blood. Then, you use your other hand to pet her face and say, "Thats my girl."

She practically wags her tail.

[symp4nat]

I saw you wanted Dior requesters and I had an idea, so here you go. You don’t have to write it, but thank you so much if you do.

Dior coming home from the gym in her workout gear to find you asleep in her bed wearing her clothes?

Post Workout Nap

dior goodjohn x curly-hair!reader (it isnt said but kinda implied idk)

authors note 1: reader isnt an actor

authors note2: "i- i go, i wanna go, i wanna write" (me when starting to write this at 2 am)

You were tired out of your bones to be able to do anything today. To keep yourself entertained, you tried working on your project for your college classes, listening to music, eating snacks and you even ended up straightening your hair out of pure boredom. Everytime you tried to work on your project, you kept getting distracted, and then frustrated.

Dior had left the house at 2 and told you she would be back by 6. It was now 7 and you were lucky she was the type to tell you if she'd be late. She texted you that she might be an hour late because she was with Malia, Momona and Leah. A few of your friends were invited, but they chose not to go since you weren't.

You didn't mind Dior being out, of course you didn't, it was just, you hadn't seen her for the whole day. In the first half of the day she quickly got dressed and made some breakfast for the two of you and rushed off to the studio. You were glad you got to talk to her for a few minutes in the morning, but you missed her.

Occasionally, Dior went out with her friends without letting you know, but usually she'd pick you up. Her friends adored you.

After a long day of classes, you slipped into one of Dior's hoodies and laid on the couch. You turned on her favourite show and leaned against one of the pillows. Not long after, your eyes drifted close and you snuggled into the pillow. With a startled reaction, you woke up 5 minutes later, disappointed you fell asleep. You continued half-watching the TV, but your eyes kept flickering over to the clock and your phone. 

-

By the time Dior walked in, you were fast asleep on the couch. When she noticed that the TV was still playing, she sighed and went to turn it off where she was met with the sight of you calmly sleeping.

You had one of the strings of Dior's hoodie (that you stole) wrapped around your finger and your other hand curled up into your chest. Dior ran her fingers through your hair and smiled softly.

She couldn't lie, you were always irresistible but right now, you looked so cute, she couldn't resist taking a picture. She did as she wished and put her phone back when she noticed you softly hummed. Dior's hand caressed your cheek and she said, "I'll get the blanket and you can lay on my lap, once I change," she softly mumbled.

Your eye peeked open and a blush covered your face as you noticed her in her workout clothes. She held back a laugh and said gently, "We went out for an early dinner and I had to drop the girls off. Sorry 'm late." You shook your head in understanding. "Food was good," you asked.

Dior nodded and ran upstairs with a shirt on and your blanket. She draped the blanket over your lap and you lifted your head so she could sit where your head was. Once she was comfortable, she pressed play on the show to finish watching the episode you left off on. "Night, pretty girl," she said gently into your hair.

[pottersmiracle]

Did you draw me?

Sean Diaz x Fem! Reader

warnings: fluff-daniel annoying sean but reader finding it cute-estaban being a stereotypical dad-flustered sean-sean calls reader amor (love)-use of y/n-i think thats it

summary: its a normal Saturday afternoon at your boyfriends house, you would go over there most weekends and his family loved you. This time while your hanging out with his brother and dad you catch him drawing you.

a/n: finally writing for the loml - sean listens to the smiths fight me on that - not proofread don’t kill me

Masterlist

“Come on! I wanna show you what i made!” Daniel pulled your hand to drag you to his room and your boyfriend sitting next to you rolled his eyes, “dude leave her alone! She doesn’t want to see your project.” You gently smacked his arm, “yes i do actually.” And you followed Daniel to his room.

Seans dad laughed at him, “you’re lucky she puts up with you.” Sean shook his head and mumbled, “it’s shocking isnt it.” Sean got off the stool he was sitting on and went to the couch as he dad laughed again, he laid on it with his sketchbook in hand.

After a few minutes you and Daniel came out of his room and back to where Sean and his dad still were, “have fun?” His dad asked. “Yeah! Y/n thought it was cool.” Daniel said excitedly as he say on one of the stools. I nodded in response. His dad laughed, “thats good.”

You listened and watched Daniel and Esteban joke around about his school and other things for about 10 minutes before you decided to check on your boyfriend. You walked around the couch so you were behind him, you were gonna scare him but then you looked closer at his sketchbook. You watched him add more details and you smiled when you notcied it was a drawing of you, Daniel, and Esteban but the main focus of the drawing was you, you had the most details.

“Did you draw me?” You asked him making him jump and sit up, “w-what? What are you talking about?” He asked, a blush spreading on his cheeks. You smiled wider, “let me see your sketchbook.” He closed it quickly and held it to his chest, “no.” You both didnt notice Esteban laughing and watching you guys.

“Please?” You practically begged him with the sweetest voice you could give him. He didnt budge though as much as he wanted to, but you eventually grabbed it from him and he jumped off the couch to chase you, you ran into the the kitchen and stood behind Esteban and he helped hold back sean as you flipped through the pages to find the drawing.

“Hey! Dad- let me go! Give it back!” Sean struggled in his dads arms and Daniel laughed watching the chaos. Sean saw as you flipped to the page and he groaned and stopped struggling, his dad stepped closer to you so he could see it too.

“Aww Sean.” You said looking at the drawing. He didnt respond, he just hung his head in embarrassment. “Aww.” His dad teased him poking Sean in the sides. You leaned against the counter and flipped through other pages of his sketchbook, that wasnt the only drawing he’s done of you.

“Alright kids its time for me to get back to it. You know where ill be if you need me.” Esteban said squeezing you and seans shoulder softly and ruffling daniels hair as he walked past him on the way to the garage. “I have to finish my project in my room any way.” Daniel said running to his room.

“Oh don’t hurry back!” Sean said to daniel and walked towards you. You closed the book and looked at him, he was closer to you now and you couldnt help but recognize how tall he was compared to you.

“They’re amazing Sean.” You said softly and wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him. He hugged you back, “thank you amor.” When you pulled away he kissed you softly, lifting your chin up towards him.

“Make sure you guys are keeping it pg in here yeah? You are in a public slace.” You heard from his dad making you both pull away, “dad..” Sean groaned shaking his head as you both looked towards the garage and saw esteban walking towards the counter and picking up a tool, “forgot this. Have fun you two,” he joked, “but not too much! Don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.” He winked at the both of you making Sean groan and you laugh.

He walked back down to the garage and you heard the door shut and Sean sighed, “my room?” “Sure.” You said still laughing. He grabbed his sketchbook off the counter and took your hand with his empty hand and you both walked to his room.

You two ended up taking an amazing nap together.

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Lip Service

So i dont 100% know how it starts. I just know that eddie uses the phrase "lip service" maybe he and the gang of teens are at nancys house, hanging in the basement while the kids are at school, robin and steve both had a day off, which never happens. They're talking about who knows what, eddie lounged out on the floor, his feet resting on the couch. Probably next to steve who's sitting on the couch like a normal person. Eddie keeps gently kicking his shoudler, pressing his toes behind steve when his feet get cold.

And steve keeps shoving him away, but not too far, and he always lets eddie keep his toes there for a minute before he shoves at them. And maybe nancy has said something about eddie getting sponsors for the band, and he snorts, says something about how he'd be terrible at promoting a sponsor, that he's no good at lip service. And Steve's goddamn traitorous mouth says,

"i doubt that" with a snort as he wraps his fingers around Eddie's ankle and pushes his foot away. Only he doesnt get to push the foot away, because he freezes, eddie coughs, chokes really, and he's up on his elbows, looking at steve, his eyes HUGE. and he almost winces with how hard Steve's fingers clench into the skin of his ankle. Eddie opens his mouth to say something, maybe ease some of the fucking tension thats now filling the basement, because everyone is staring at steve. But steve is up off the couch before he can manage one word.

He's up the stairs before eddie manages to get himself right side up, and on his feet again. And by the time eddie is outside, jogging down the stairs of the wheelers porch, Steve's BMW is already speeding away. And Eddie's chest ACHES. because he knows he could catch him. Eddie's not the safest driver. Or the slowest.

But his chest is also aching because of the look that had been on Steve's face. It wasn't fear, eddie had seen him afraid. It was down right horror. And Eddie's chest was aching because he didnt know if the horror was because he'd meant what he said, and had been thinking about eddie as much eddie had been thinking about him. Or if he'd been horrified that he'd implied he might have had any thoughts like that about eddie at all.

So eddie watches his car disappear, breathing heavily from just the run up the stairs. He's still trying to catch his breath when robin steps up next to him.

"What happened? What's wrong?" She asked, noting the frown on Eddie's face. He sucks in a deep breath, fights off a cough and just says,

"im alarmingly out of shape Robs" he rests his hands on his head as she chuckles lightly, her hand on his back as they go back inside. She doesn't say anything else to eddie. And he doesn't ask. But she keeps looking at him. And it just makes his brain work harder, faster, makes his palms sweat.

Its been three days and eddie hasn't seen Steve once. Not at the video store. Not at the wheelers. Not even at school to pick up the little nuggets. He'd seen his tail lights friday afternoon, dustin waving out the window at eddie as they drove away.

He bounces on his heels as he stands outside Steve's door. Not sure he should be here. Who was he kidding, steve was avoiding him, of course he shouldnt be here. But steve wouldn't answer his phone either, and robin was no help. Just told eddie to give him time. But Eddie's brain had been running wild for three fucking days and he was about to crawl out of his skin. So he bounces in place a few more times. Then knocks on the door. He presses the door bell too, for good measure. Knows Steve's hearing isnt the best. He hears foot steps and hastily puts his hand over the peep hole. He hears a muttered,

"what the hell?" Before the door swings open, revealing a frowning steve. The frown does a strange sort of summersault on Steve's face. Briefly jumping into a sort of soft smile before he realized it was eddie and then he's frowning again. And Eddie's stomach sinks. Not happy to see him then. Great. Good start.

"Hey." Is all eddie says. Steve wobbles from foot to foot, not opening the door any further.

"Hey?" He says. A question. Sounding for all the world like he has no idea what eddie is even doing at his house. Like they havent seen each other almost every day since eddie got out of the hospital. It throws eddie off. Tilts everything. Makes him stumble. He'd had a PLAN.

"I um... i thought we should talk. Maybe? About the other day?" He tries, says it gently.

"I'm gonna pass on that. Thanks though." Is all steve says, in a rush, and then he closes the door in Eddie's face.

"Hey!" Eddie squawks.

And steve smiles, despite himself, at the indignation in Eddie's voice, resting his back agaisnt the door, dropping his head lightly against the expensive wood.

"Steve! Seriously!?" Eddie bangs on the door, it shakes beneath Steve's shoulder blades but he doesn't move.

Eddie huffs, leans forward until his head is resting against the wood, he flattens his palm on the door.

"Listen. Steve. I'm gonna... im gonna say something. Something i would never say. Not to your face. Or your... door. Hell, not even in your general vicinity. I wouldn't even say it if someone tossed me in a rocket and launched me into space. Not that anyone could hear me up there anyway cuz space is a vacuum so it would be-

"Eddie."

"Right. Yeah. Sorry. Distracted." He lowers his voice, to a near whisper.

"What i was getting at is that... I've been- can you hear me?" He gets no response.

"Knock twice if you can here me. You don't have to talk. I just want you to hear me." Eddie waits. And waits. And then two soft knocks reach his ears.

"Okay cool. Good." He clears his throat, rolls his shoulders, and tries again.

"I just wanted you know that... i can't stop thinking about kissing you. And it has nothing to do with what you said 3 days ago. This was an issue I've been having since... doesn't matter. Its been awhile." He waves his hand next to his head, dismissive though steve cant see him.

"But then you said that. and you know how i am dude, my brain just goes and goes. And i know you've been avoiding me, and thats... fine. I guess. Unless it's... i mean unless you..." he frowns, shakes his head.

"I dont know. I just thought we could talk? In case maybe... you've been like... feeling things?" He grimaces. He really should have just brought the shit he'd written down, it'd be so much easier. He sighs, runs his hands over his face. Does a little spin and groan combo before facing the door again.

"Look i just cant stop thinking about what you said. And i wanted you to know that like.. it didn't bother me, or freak me out or anything. I just... i dont know man." He sighs again, drops his head heavily into the door before backing away a bit.

"Look man you're being awfully quiet, and clearly don't wanna talk to me. So im gonna go." He takes a step down the porch, still facing the door, his chest tight with hope that steve will answer it.

"I just needed you to know that i think about you sometimes." He laughs, shakes his head.

"All the time. Just, all the fucking time now. But i uh... I'll see you around... i guess?" He mutters the last words, his heart sinking as he makes it to the bottom of the steps with no movement from the door. He sighs, shoulders dropping as he scuffs his feet all the way back to his van. He yanks the door open, the metal creaking. And then

"Eddie!" He turns, Steve's standing on the porch,  his arms wrapped around his middle, eyes big and sad as he looks at eddie. Eddie stops, his hand still on the door of his van, standing wide open. He watches steve swallow. Swears he can hear it from all the way in the driveway.

"Dont go?" Its quiet, almost a whisper, and steve is all but fucking begging. Eddie stares for a moment and then slams his van door shut. He starts back toward the house. Watches steve turn and walk back inside before he gets to the porch. Steve steps aside, holds the door open for eddie and lets him pass. Eddie steps inside, watches steve close the door. Lock it. But he doesnt step away. His hand is still on the door handle. His head resting against the door as he breathes deeply. Eddie takes one small step toward him. Knows steve didnt see it, his eyes are closed.

"You okay?" Eddie asks, moving closer still. Steve scrunches his eyes closed harder. Shakes his head.

"I don't know what im doing." He says, eddie leans to the side, sees his lip caught between his teeth. He reaches out, his hand touching Steve's shoulder, he moves closer, nearly pressing himself to Steve's side, and smiles when steve sighs into the touch.

"That's okay." Eddie says, moving his hand across Steve's shoulders, soothing him. Steve shakes his head again and then moves, he turns, placing his back agaisnt the door, his hand moves to Eddie's hip, one finger dipping through Eddie's belt loop to tug him closer, eddie stumbles into steve and huffs a laugh.

"I mean it. I don't know what I'm doing with you. I've never... done this... with a guy before." He breathes.

"Girls i know. I know how to do that. But not this." He moves his free hand between himself and eddie, in the small space thats there. Eddie swallows, hard.

"I uh... i could be a girl. If you want." He winks, and it makes steve laugh, makes him tug on his jeans again, bump their hips together, but he shakes his head, smile fading, looking at eddie seriously.

"I don't want you to be girl. I just want you to be you." He says, and eddie thinks he might fucking cry. And Steve's eyes look shiny too. So eddie moves, his hands moving to hold onto Steve's arms.

"If it helps? I uh... I've never really... done anything... with guys either. Or- or girls. So just... nothing really. Over here on my end." He huffs a sort of sarcastic self depreciating laugh, and looks down, away from steve, his cheeks hot with his admission.

"I mean I've wanted too. Ya know? With guys. I mean i knew i was into guys. Not girls really so much. I mean they're beautiful, just... i never wanted them the way i did with guys. Never wanted them the way i- the way i want you." He whispers the end of it. Scared maybe he shouldn't have it said it that way, that maybe steve wasn't saying the same thing.

"Really?" Is all he gets from steve, making him look up.

"What?"

"You've never- done anything?" Steve asks, his free hand moving to Eddie's side, the fingers curled in Eddie's belt loop move, cup his hip gently, Steve's thumb moves slowly against Eddie's shirt. Eddie takes a shaking breath, shakes his head just enough that his bangs wobble against his forehead.

"Nope. Just a big ol virgin. I mean i kissed Cathey Bartlet once in third grade but it was kinda gross and i didn't really want too. And she didn't really ask me. She just sort of... shovered her mouth on mine. Sort of a bummer of a first and only kiss really." He knows he's saying too much, but his mouth wont stop, never does. But steve is smiling soflty at him so he thinks maybe its okay.

"So yeah. Maybe you've never done anything with a guy, but... at least you've done things. Lightyears ahead of me. On all accounts, probably. I mean... i read things but I'm pretty sure that doesn't count. Having an active inner fantasy life doesn't count either I'm guessing." Eddie smiles awkwardly, his fingers trembling where they're holding Steve's arms. Steve nods at him, his fingers still moving gently over Eddie's shirt.

"That's not a bad thing. You know that right?" Steve asks. One hand moving up Eddie’s arm. Eddie shrugs.

"No hey, i mean it. It's okay that you haven't done stuff. I- um..." steve flushes, a deep red, and oh... eddie likes that, he sways forward, closer to steve.

"You what?" Eddie pushes, his hands moving to Steve's biceps, fingers pressing a little harder. Steve shakes his head, eyes avoiding eddie now.

"Tell me." Eddie moves his hand, his fingertips moving to Steve's chin, lifting his head so he can see his eyes.

"Please?" Eddie asks. Begs. And he watches steve nearly melt. He licks his lips, eyes locking on Eddie's.

"I just- i like the idea that I'll be the only person who's touched you." He looks away quickly after the words leave his mouth. But he doesn't stop there.

"I like the idea of learning how to do this with you. But mostly its the first thing." He scrunches his nose and looks back to eddie.

Eddie is smiing, his cheeks flushed. And then he fucking honest to god giggles. And fucking falls against steve. Steve just wraps his arms around eddie, instinctively pulling him closer.

"Why are you laughing?" But steve's laughing now too, can't help it. Eddie's laugh has always been so fucking contagious. Eddie shakes his head, stops laughing, moves, just a little, moves his nose up Steve's throat, his hands on Steve's hips, pushes him back into the door a bit and he says

"Steve harrington. You have a fucking virgin kink. Or should i say, your kink is fucking virgins?" Eddie's breath on his neck makes him shiver, at least thats what he tells himself. Eddie pulls back, stays close, looks into Steve's eyes.

"Dont you?" He asks, his fingers giving steve a squeeze. Steve squirms and shoves his hands up the back of Eddie's shirt, his warm palms moving against eddie skin, pulling him close. Eddie fucking melts into steve, a little whine leaving his throat.

"Maybe i do. Sounds like you might be a little touched starved princess." Steve shoots back, sounding satisfied, and the nickname goes right to Eddie's nerve endings, his whole body shaking. He's pretty sure his knees are about to buckle, but he can fucking feel steve holding him up, and that just makes it worse. He clings to Steve's shoulders and says the only come back he can think of it in his fuzzy headed haze.

"Princess. So you do want me to be a girl." He huffs into Steve's shoulder. Steve laughs then, his fingers pressing into Eddie's back before letting him go a little, so he can look at him.

"No. I still want you to be you." And he says it so earnestly. Eddie almost melts again, looking into his eyes, steve lifts a hand out of his shirt and tucks some hair behind Eddie's ear. Eddie licks his lips and frowns, wants to not sound too much like an idiot.

"So um... you wouldn't mind then..." he hesitates. Steve's eyes widen, waiting. Eddie grimaces a bit.

"Teaching me... how to do stuff?" He sounds insecure now. But the way steve softens makes him, not hate it. Steve shakes his head, moves his hand to Eddie's cheek.

"No. I wouldn't mind." His thumb moves over Eddie cheek bone and he leans into the touch like a cat.

"Good. Cuz i really wanna kiss you but I'm scared i might be bad at it." Eddie bites his lip, Steve moves his thumb down, sweeps over Eddie's lip until he lets it fall from his teeths grip.

"You'll do fine. I have faith in you." Steve breathes. Eddie's heart flutters.

"What if I'm bad at it? What if I'm like Cathey Bartlet?" Eddie asks, his hands clutching at Steve's shirt now. Steve shakes his head.

"No way. Not possible." Steve smiles, his eyes locked on Eddie's lips now. Eddie's clenched fists are shaking.

"You don't know. I could be terrible. Like kissing a wet mop or someth-"

"Eddie." Steve says his name softly, silencening him gently. Eddie gulps. Eyes widening.

"Can i kiss you?" Steve asks, eddie feels his breath ghost over his lips and his eyes flutter. Eddie nods, pressing his lips together nervously before releasing them again.

"Thank you for asking." Eddie says, smiling at steve as steve smiles at him, both of them moving to close to gap between them.

"Dont get used to it." Steve whispers, his lips brushing Eddie's and then he's kissing him. Soflty at first, letting eddie get used to the feeling. Eddie can feel him smiling against his lips, especially when eddie makes little noises. Steve breaks away, brushes his nose agaisnt Eddie's. Eddie nearly panting as steve practically holds him upright.

"Does that mean you're not gonna ask when you kiss me?" Eddie breathes, his forehead resting against Steve. Steve laughs into Eddie's mouth, kissing him soflty again and says

"Not always. You're mine now Munson. I can kiss you anytime i want." Eddie shivers as steve spins them, pushes Eddie gently against the door. He pulls back, his hands pressed to the door next to Eddie's head.

"That okay with you?" He asks, like he hadn't just fucking shaken eddie to his goddamn core. Eddie's hands scramble over Steve's shoulders, clutching and clawing at him, dragging him closer as he breathes

"Yes. Yeah. Totally good with it. Never stop kissing me." Eddie says, his eyes locked on Steve's mouth. Steve laughs, lets eddie pull him closer, desperately so, and kisses him again. And again. And again.

[the-s1lly-corner]

tadc cast x sensitive child reader headcanons? (Platonic ofc. No pressure at all for this request)

TADC cast x sensitive!reader ! (platonic)

taking a short break from todays treat making to work on requests! so far ive made meringue cookies, lemon curd, and chocolate pretzels! woo! it doesnt sound like much but these are real huge batches </3 rolls around this might be a little short, though, since im dry on ideas and i still got stuff to do TToTT

CAINE:

spoils you, a lot, as well as kind of babying you. will it do you any good in the future? probably not, but for now it works since hes putting you before everything else. makes sure IHAs arent too hectic, though... it took him a while to find that sweet spot between too crazy and too boring, caine isnt really good at mellowing himself out.. has probably spooked you at least once on accident since he has this large booming voice and hes kind of out there.... he didnt mean to startle you, please dont cry! he makes funny faces to try to make you stop crying

POMNI:

very bad at comforting someone when theyre crying and i think this would still be an issue with you even if youre her kid/adoptive kid.. younger sibling... something.. tries the basic stuff you do to calm a crying kid down; funny faces, candy, toys, ect ect. over time she does get better at identifying what you need in scenarios where things are upsetting you. speaks for you a lot of the time when there can be a possible conflict, kind of shields you from things that could hurt you out of fear that something is going to hit too hard. long run its not ideal, but similar to caine, it works in the moment, you know?

RAGATHA:

very sweet and patient with you, hardly ever raises her voice at people and she will never raise her voice around you. gently urges you to try to speak for yourself and stand up for yourself when someone is being a little mean (though, to be fair, i cant see any of the current cast being intentionally mean.. we'll get to jax in a minute hush). very encouraging, too. kind of a mix between letting you be sensitive, but also urging you to try to get a little tougher, you know? never makes you do things youre not comfortable with doing, though. lets you hang out in her room if youre getting too overwhelmed with something, lets you play with and mess with some of her sewing stuff (supervised! needles are sharp!)

JAX:

teases you but is gentler with you, though with how sensitive you are sometimes even softening himself isnt enough. while the others try to shield and protect you from the world around you, hes likely going to try to push you to be more... bold, tough, you know. not sensitive. i feel that he might be too pushy with you and may thrust you into the deep end before youre ready for it, so either youre going to need to speak up, or someone else will... generally not ideal since hes more of a big brother figure that kind of messes with his younger siblings rather than a parent.... shrugs.. does stand up for you the second someone else makes you cry, regardless of if they do it intentionally or not

KINGER:

the dad. the father, the papa. the grandfather, even. maybe its because i hc that he already has kids out in the real world and he instinctively knows what to do with you... but i think he would be really good with you developing a thicker skin. does not shame you for who you are, though. actually i feel like he would also remind you that being sensitive isnt a big deal and it doesnt exactly make you weak compared to others. it just means you have big emotions, all the better to connect with people, you know? good dad. probably plays catch with you... those talks kids and dads have when theyre fishing that carries a life lesson... or maybe admin was introduced to really specific scenarios growing up... shrugs

ZOOBLE:

cross between jax and pomni i think. zooble is bad at comforting people, but i do think they would push for you to grow a spine and snap back at someone when theyre messing with you. though unlike jax they dont immediately throw you into it, rather i think they would have one on one time with you where you guys just talk about the stuff... still stands up for you, though they tend to give you a minute to speak for yourself during situations to say youre not okay with whats being done to you. probably teaches you little comebacks and insults to say to people when theyre being assholes

GANGLE:

honestly? she can relate. i can see this going two ways... perhaps being both at the same time...? shrugs.. she can relate to you because shes also sensitive, and it leads to you guys having this sweet sibling connection where you guys dont feel so bad for crying so easily. or it inspires gangle to try to be tougher, for your sake, so you have someone to lean on during tougher days. i think both are nice, in my opinion. similar to ragatha she lets you hang out in her room, drawing.. you both use art to express yourselves when wording things get too hard

[luxurystark-jackson]

marauders era characters as kpop stans

idk i randomly thought of this making it up as we go along

james:

stray kids and ateez stan (CLOSETED TWICE STAN FIGHT ME)

his favourite song is hoodie season because it’s cute and it reminds him of regulus

as a Rich Friend™️ he buys concert tickets

jeongin biased because he reminds him of regulus (me, a delusional jegulus shipper)

sirius:

full on stray kids stan

also day6 and txt

insult changbin or hyunjin in front of him and you’ll end up in the hospital wing

exists on 3racha’s soundcloud

as another Rich Friend™️ he is the number one profit source for JYPE

he puts his posters up ALL over his room and walburga absolutely despises it

he goes feral (changes into padfoot starts howling fucking nuts) if he pulls a changbin pc

remus:

ateez and txt ults but also stray kids

the marauders all stan skz let’s be real

he also listens to bts and seventeen (he’s such a simp for shua change my mind)

biases yeosang and taehyun

sirius buys him albums all the time (my dream omg) like 15 minutes after he mentions he might get an album it’s on his desk

has playlists for certain moods

fanfic reader™️ secret tumblr account for his recs and ao3 is bookmarked (we do not speak of wattpad but he has one of those too)

peter:

exo shinee and bts ults

low-key nct stan (especially nct 127) plus superm

anyone who tells you peter isn’t a 3rd gen stan is LYING

the only thing he can afford is spotify premium and he lives off of it

sirius and james try to buy him albums and he’s just like Absolutely Not i Refuse to listen to you tiny 4th gen stans

when he has some money he goes all out every single exo album he can get his hands on

he believes in growl supremacy also save me like if he could inject it into his bloodstream he would (don’t do drugs kids only bts)

he likes to dabble in producing he has a secret wip he’s been working on for like three years it’s coming out next month

regulus:

txt (certified beomgyu simp) stray kids and xdinary heroes

his favourite song is 9 and 3/4 because it’s the first txt song he listened to (plus like the magic references obviously he’s convinced txt are secretly wizards)

he buys albums obviously but he also buys those seasons greetings (as in those £70 bitches) and has a collection of them

touch his pcs and it’s St Mungo’s for you

he says stream good boy gone bad

that one time he asked lucius if he’s ever met stray kids because i.n did an impression of dobby-

lily:

twice and itzy stan. the hugest itzy stan.

ryujin/yeji bias i'd think probably both

will not shut up when itzy have a comeback

absolutely peer pressures (gently) everyone around her to listen to itzy songs

she has absolutely dragged all of the marauders to a concert with her. sirius agrees that ryujin is cool and their bonding mechanism is going to concerts together 100%

alice:

twice and bts and txt stan

huening kai biased. i feel it in my soul

she's the type to go on twitter and be the mediator in fan arguments

collects pcs and probably runs a tiktok account where she does deco for her pcs

she seems like the type to write jyp and hitman bang fanfiction but not say any part of it is satirical

pandora:

dreamcatcher and txt stan

she runs a lore account on twt/tiktok

probably has a corkboard where she notes down all the txt lore she can decipher and tries to work it out

she's also obsessed with ryujin even though she doesn't stan itzy. like. who isnt lets be real

she gets into in depth discussions with remus about the plausibility of certain theories they have about mvs

barty:

xdinary heroes day6 enhypen txt and wayv stan. dont ask

he would die for o.de he has said this many times. and sunoo probably

he would start the fanwars alice breaks up (90% of them are where he says something about hyunjin to piss off sirius completely on purpose)

anytime he sees a man with long hair he feels immense gender thoughts

absolutely the hugest thirster in the set. cannot resist a man with thick biceps at all

very obsessed with enha's vampire concept. very very obsessed with it

he would willingly learn how to do cosplays and makeup without magic so he can authentically create costumes based around idols in specific mvs

evan:

was roped into xdh by barty and skz by regulus but discovered nct on his own

he watches cringe tiktok compilations all the time

has met mark lee before. dont ask me how. he just has.

he is the most indifferent person when he gets albums but is loony when it comes to lightsticks

no1 sticker defender. probably would set up a prank of some kind where sticker just plays on repeat in potions to piss off slughorn

professional at pirating unreleased songs guy

PUKU PUKU POW POW 💥

narcissa:

closeted twice itzy and blackpink stan

she is crazy about lisa and jeongyeon

absolutely no one knows about her interest in kpop except lily

secret kpop specific twitter

participates in fanwars to put gasoline on the flames but mostly just here for the music

secretly learns choreographies and has a popular instagram account where she posts fan art (secretly)

[thisismeracing]

bono-schumi kiddo thots - godparents edition

once mick and bon’s f1 family find out they are expecting these people are pulling out their credit cards and buying every possible baby item they can set their hands on

kids mini mercedes car? delivered to their house

cute plush they saw at the store? in hand on the way to the register and holding onto it until they see one of them at the next race

the mercedes amg branded stroller and carseat? toto has shown up to their house in the middle of the night to hand deliver it (babe these are real products i just want you to know)

a shit ton of baby tommy hilfiger clothes that are unreleased? lew is folding them and putting it in the new wardrobe he bought for the nursery, before they even woke up (how did he get in?????? [he has a key])

a handmade crib that seb put hours of love into making? he’s setting it up while lew is folding the clothes

a collection of gina’s cowboy hats from her childhood? making space for them in the closet while lew and seb are doing their thing

and it isnt all monetary (even though they get enough items to fully furnish the nursery and have enough toys and clothes for at least another kid and didnt even have to worry about any of the other baby things because their village got it for them already) [seriously they didnt have to buy a damn thing]

like how susie has come over to either cook for them or drop off a dish she’s made

or how the kimi, nando, jensen, seb, lew, etc. come over one day to paint the nursery the color bon and mick have picked out but just haven’t gotten around to painting because of their busy schedules

or how while most of the guys who came over to help paint (how many of these fuckers actually need to be here in order to paint a single room one color?) val has made bon a cup of tea, and a cup of coffee for him to keep her company while mick supervises the painting session

or how lance and esteban will bring over fresh pastry around brunch time, to help in feeding the growing family

and it’s all a bit too much, but they don’t have the heart to tell them to stop so mick and bon just let their family shower their love on them

and bon is a little bit stressed about the whole “who do we put on paper so if anything happens to us they will be taken care of?” situation, but mick reassures her while they are cuddling in bed that there is no wrong answer and he will support whoever she wants to be godparents to their children, while kissing her gently and while sun fills the room they’re occupying

and they eventually land on a consensus

ellie’s godparents are susie and lew

because for one, little miss eloise is named after susie and lew is just so close to bon and she wants him in her daughter's life as much as he has been for her growing up

toto can be an unofficial godparent and i don't feel bad about that because he absolutely just slots himself into the role of grandpa right next to bono. [adding onto this nando absolutely gets called grandpa/abuelo because bon gets a good laugh each time nando reacts to hearing him being referred to as a grandpa.]

mikey’s godparents are gina a seb

seb because again this kid is named after him, but also because we cant leave seb out of being godparent. mick and bon would not let that slide. and then gina cause they also wont let gina not be godparent, and the fact she is mick's sister and bon's sister in law.

yeah people like lance and esteban are close to them, but these four they hold just a smidge closer. but not all is lost because they are very enthusiastically filling the roles of uncles for eloise and mikey. alongside people like val, kimi, jense, etc.

[okay i think im done, hope this made sense and you liked it <3]

☕️

I literally googled "mercedes amg branded stroller" bc I've never seen it before lol kinda cute, toto would def get them one of those

seb building a crib for baby bon is something I can totally see happening and it's such a dear thought to me*teary eyes emoji*

one hundred percent agree and love the godparents choice

[lavendercrow136]

https://www.tumblr.com/lavendercrow136/739111955231555584/tell-me-this-isnt-goodbye-love-trigger-warning

LINK FOR PART 1 ABOVE

Tell me this isn't goodbye love (part 2)

"I-I'm pregnant"

I repeated searching Larissa’s face for any form of reaction. She immediately reached forward and pulled me into her arms repeatedly kissing my temple, she smiled tears in her eyes.

"How long have you known?"

I smiled softly,

"Long enough to be clear of the danger zone, twelve weeks"

Larissa gasped shock evident on her face,

"And you didn't tell me y/n?"

I smiled tearfully,

"Well at first I didn't want to tell you incase I miscarried the baby and then well I couldn't because ...because you were gone"

Larissa kissed me again trying to cheer me up, she eyed my body, and looked at my stomach nervously licking her lips.Her hands that wrested on my hips twitched,

"Go ahead darling, I don't know if you'll feel the baby yet. I don't know if our little one is awake"

Larissa smiled softly, I loved how gentle she was and how she had patiently waited for permission knowing how I felt about anyone touching my stomach. She gently placed her hand on my tummy and felt around for our little one, she frowned and I kissed her lip.

"Have you felt anything yet?"

I smiled kissing her cheek,

"Other then tired and violently ill Darling, no, no little kicks or feet prodding me"

Larissa nodded her head in understanding,

"And how do you feel now?"

I shook my head,

"Fine for now, but then again I have not eaten today because I was upset about you being gone"

Larissa frowned slightly,

"Well we need to feed you and our child, you need to take your supplements and you need to wrest. What are you craving love? I can cook you something"

I smiled, and pat her hand,

"Darling you don't have -"

Larissa gave me a look that shut me down and silenced that thought immediately,

"I have been craving one of your grilled cheeses, and fries a lot...I tried to make one the other day and it didn't go well"

I giggled slightly,and Larissa smiled propping up pillows underneath my back to support me and pulling the blanket over me. She passed me my vitamins and a water, and handed me the TV remote.

"Alright one cheese toastie and fries coming up"

I flipped through Netflix and settled on a documentary, it instantly put me to sleep.

Thirty minutes later Larissa returned with my food.Her voice was a sing song melody, she kissed my cheek and I awoke smiling.

"Darling wake up I have your lunch"

I sat up and smiled taking the plate, she had one for herself, I inhaled the aroma of the food and it made my mouth water.

It was a ham and cheese Dutch style grilled toastie, with freshly made sweet potatoe French fries and a cup of ranch to dip them. I smiled and took a bite of the food humming my approval, when it was gone. Larissa smiled,

"Darling you were so hungry you inhaled it, when was the last time you had a proper meal?"

I shook my head,

"I don't think you would be very happy with me if I answered that, and you will only feel guilty, so I'd rather I didn't tell you"

Larissa nodded in agreement,

"Alright, that's fair. But when I cook for you now, you need to eat, and have you begun putting together a nursery yet?"

I shook my head, Larissa smiled,

"Good, I was about to scold you for doing all that labor if you had"

I laughed,

"We can build it together, and look at some of the supplies online"

I smiled, this is what I loved about my wife. Already so excited and helpful and supportive. She caught me staring and smiled,

"What is it love?"

I smiled crawling over to her, and wresting my head in her lap,

"I love you darling"

Larissa smiled and kissed me, pulling out her lap top. She had a shopping trip to plan, and I desperately needed a nap, emotionally exhausted from the events of the day. I awoke four hours later, in a rush to the toilet, and lurched into the bowl.

Larissa rushed in shortly after, and immediately held my hair up gently rubbing my back,

"That's it darling let it all out"

I shook my head,

"Rissa please don't look at me like this"

She obeyed my request looking away. When I had finished she helped me to the sink, and I brushed my teeth. I looked in the mirror and cried, my breasts were tender, my stomach swollen with the signs of a growing bump and no matter how much I slept I was perpetually exhausted and had ever present eye bags like Yzma from the Emperors New Groove.

She held me while I assessed myself in the mirror, I looked away from myself, and she took notice.

"Darling you were grieving up until today and you are pregnant growing a human is hardwork don't look down on your appearance for that, please, you're beautiful"

I smiled feeling teary eyed, she kissed me and any negative feelings or thoughts of self doubt melted away. She helped me back to our shared bed, and retrieved some of my comfier fall clothing from the closet. She grabbed me an oversized sweater and a pair of maternity wear jeans, fresh socks and my memory foam combat boots. She dressed me and braided my long brown hair back in a Dutch braid, she smiled and kissed my cheek.

She shape shifted into a man with the same blonde hair and her eyes.

"Time to go nursery shopping darling"

I nodded, I understood why Larissa had to shift but still it made me a little sad. She guided me to the car and sat me in the passenger seat buckling me up. She drove us to the mall, when we arrived she extended her arm to me and I took it as we made our way inside, she immediately took me to target.

We looked over the cribs and diaper station, she found a crib we both adored, and the diaper changing station that matched. She wrote down the upc codes for both, we added a diaper genie to our cart, and a few other items. We looked at the clothes and I smiled,

"What gender are you hoping the baby is darling?"

Larissa smiled in her shifted form, her voice coming out a low rasp,

"A boy darling, I would love a boy or a girl really"

I smiled,

"As long as they are healthy"

Larissa nodded, we grabbed all the Infant essentials, a car seat a stroller, all of the stuff necessary that most mothers had parties for.

We paid and we had them load the crib and diaper station in the car for us, I sat in the front seat. As Larissa loaded the wrest of our stuff, once we were alone she kissed my cheek.

"I love you darling"

She whispered, I smiled,

"I love you too"

She drove us to the hardware store and we picked out some paint and a carpet, and some other decorations for the babies room. When we were almost home we stopped at the Weathervane, Larissa was still in her shifted form, Enid and Wednesday approached me hesitantly.

"How are you feeling Ms. Weems?"

I smiled sadly,

"I'm alright girls, how are you?"

Wednesday eyed Larissa curiously, Enid spoke for them,

"We are fine, we really miss Principal Weems though"

Larissa stiffened and tapped her wrist watch three times, I sighed,

"Yes, Cedric I know you can't be late to the airport"

We said our goodbyes with the girls and made our way to the counter picking up some chocolate croissants and hot chocolate. Once in the car we drove home, Larissa had me sit inside while she did all the labor carrying everything inside.

"Please let me help darling. I'm not useless"

Larissa shook her head,

"No, lifting heavy objects or hunching over infuriating assembly instructions"

I nodded my head in an act of submission and napped on the couch. Larissa set to work on the nursery, and I awoke to the feeling of Oscar snuggling my stomach, I scooped him up and kissed his head, he purred. Larissa was in the kitchen washing her hands, she was wearing a pair of paint covered overalls,

"Ready darling?"

I nodded biting my lip, as she lead me upstairs to our nursery. The door was held shut,

"Close your eyes love"

I closed my eyes and she guided me into the room to the chair we had purchased for when I breast fed or we rocked the baby back to sleep.

"You can open them now darling"

I opened my eyes to see an Efteling themed nursery, we had honeymooned in the Netherlands and had both fallen in love with the amusement park.

I cried softly,

"It's perfect darling, you are amazing"

Larissa smiled and kissed me comforting me, she lay her hands on my stomach and spoke softly to my tummy.

"This is your new room little one, this is where you'll sleep and grow, and your mommy's will dote on you and love you forever and always are baby you'll be"

She kissed my stomach and then kissed me again, her eyes widened,

"Oh."

I smiled softly a teary eyed chuckle escaping me, then it happened again.

"Oh, hello, yes I'm your mommy too please be good to your mommy and try not to kick her too hard. We both love you so much already little one"

I let her interact with our baby, my hands resting on the small bump just out of Larissa’s way.

"I love you Larissa Weems, I wouldn't want to do this, with anyone but you"

She kissed my lips passionately before carrying me to bed and holding me her hands wrested on my tummy, I traced soothing circles on the back of her hand and we drifted off to sleep.

That was part two I hope you enjoyed, if you want more next time I'll add more.

@o1iviac1aire @barbarasstar

[mayuichi]

“Come on, I'm sure that day isn't lost yet!„

Dehya x Reader. No warning!

note: im sick when i write this, feeling like someone is pressing my ribcage and it makes it painful and hard to breath so, pls apologise if this fic isnt as good as i wish it was..

Official art by Hoyoverse!

It was your first Christmas together, and her first true vacation too. She has been a few times in the city and the forest, but never stayed for too long there beside for work. Yet to make you happy, she accepted to spend her vacation at your house. It's nice to always have her around the place.

Winter is slowly taking its place, the weather getting colder day by day. Every time you two would take a stroll around, you'd have to force Dehya to put a coat on. Poor girl is too used to the heat of the desert now, isn't she?

Holding hands in the grand bazaar, you look around to see if there wouldn't be anything interesting. However, there isn't. Sighing in defeat, you feel your girlfriend squeezing your hand tighter. “Come on, I'm sure that day isn't lost yet! Why don't we go around the forest? I'm sure the scenery will make it worth it.„

You can't hold in the tiny smile she made you have. Leading the way, she pulls you with her to the city's exit. That sort of runaway snatches you a laugh. How could it not? Just being with Dehya bring you so much joy.

She makes you laugh, smile, cry, upset, worried, anything! You just love her so much. And so does she. She turns around to face you, a bright smile adorning her face. “So, any plan for tonight?„ you shake your head.

Coming to a stop, even probably lost in that dense forest, you look at one another. There's no plan, no reason to make one. It's just all sudden, like it can only be. So she takes back your hand, holding it tight and bringing you closer to her.

Without uttering a word, you two walk in the forest, listening to the soft wind. Almost if not any animal are here. It's too cold for them to stay around.

Feeling something cold fall on your nose, you stop in your track, glancing up to the sky. It's cloudy. And even...

“...Snow?„ Dehya whispers beside you. Your gaze averts on her, only to see her eyes... Sparkling. “Dehya?„ you breath out way too silently for her to hear you.

She reaches out her gloved hands, feeling the cold snowflakes on her palms. A childish grin appeared on her face. “Dehya? What's going on?„

You're confused. So confused. Why is she so amazed by mere snow? Could it be... “Is it the first time you see snow?„ you step closer, gently resting your hand on her forearm.

She doesn't even look at you, she just nods. She has been so used to the desert she hasn't even see snowfall? Or perhaps she did, when she was very young.

Sensing her joy, you just can't help it. The popular mercenary she is, always seeming so serious... You wrap your arms around her, resting your head on her side. She sighs softly, one of her arm sliding to wrap around your shoulders.

“... And what's the best of it is... You're with me right now. On the first snowfall of the year, and the first snow I truly see and touch.„ she loves you, oh so much. She is not one to hide her feelings when you're together. She doesn't show you off either, she'd rather hide that relationship.

Not because of shame, but out of fear. What would she do if they target you just because you're dating her? She'd hate herself for not protecting you. She needs to let you be safe. She'd do anything in her power to assure you a beautiful life, she couldn't let herself be the reason for it to be a nightmare.

Your heart fills with warmth, but your skin... “By the way, honey. We should get home. Your skin is so cold, you might freeze.„ she pushes you a little, just so you'd get her message. It's true, it's cold there.

So you reach your house and lock yourself in. Cuddling under the blankets, you both read a book. In fact, the book interests neither of you, all it matters is that you're together.

And by the time night arrives, there's already so much snow. So much that... She just has to. She leaves your side, making you confused and babblering a mess, especially when you see her put her coat on.

You follow her quick, but when she opens the door and go out... She just takes a handful of snow. You blink once, twice, thrice. What is she fucking doing..? She glances at you, at your tilted head, only to smirk and throws the snow at your face.

You gasp and step back. But it's fast when you pull on your coat and shoes to run to her and push her in the snow with you. Bursting in laughter, she gets up and helps you. She then gestures to you to come, “Baby, do you think we could build a snowman?„

You chuckle quietly, taking handful of snow to form a ball in your hands. “Of course we can.„ next thing you know is that it's already been half an hour and you're in the snow finishing your snowman.

Dehya has decided it belonged right next to your home, as a somehow decor. Finally finished, you take a look at the snowman... Only to feel yourself pulled up in the air, scooped by Dehya's strong arms.

“Come on, let's get back inside. I'll make you a hot chocolate and we'll sleep. We can do much more snowman in the daylight tomorrow!„

She makes you sit in the couch, locking the door and making the both of you a hot chocolate. Now only gossiping about what was currently happening around the town and the Akademiya.

It's an hour after that you start yawning, and get changed to be tucked in bed. Dehya is definitely wanting to take the best care of you. She cuddles with you, watching you falling asleep. The whole time you were awake, she was stroking your hair and talking in the softest voice she could.

“That day... hasn't been lost for sure... I love you, sweet thing.„

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[gtlurker]

Chapter seven of inhuman! Hope this chapter I'd enjoyed because I loved writting it, bit of violence but nothing to major in this chapter, enjoy!

Chapter seven

Atlas

“There is no way in hell he just said ‘you have twenty minutes,’ then hung up.” Ronan tells me from the other side of the kitchen where he's pouring himself a glass of whiskey from the locked cabinet that I'm not allowed within ten feet of.

He started to keep a lock on the cabinet a few months ago when I stole a bottle of rum and brought it to school to try with some other kids, so it makes me a little annoyed when he offers a glass to isabelle. “Isnt she underaged?”

I ask, gesturing to miniscule girl. Isabelle chose one of my favorite dresses that i made, a simple forest green ankle length, long sleeve running dress with built in shorts. It's simple, yes, but I can certainly see why she chose it.

“She's twenty, not fifteen. If she wants some alcohol then she can have some.” Ronan responds with an eye roll, he turns back Isabelle, who shakes her head in response. “I'd rather not.” Her voice is so quiet it's basically a whisper, I can't tell if it's because she's so small her voice won't project, or if it's because she's still scared.

She spent the night here last night, and most of the house didn't get a wink of sleep. I had stayed up the whole night trying to find more information about our little guest. Isabelle just stayed up the whole night, sitting on the window sill and watching the backyard, the house is surrounded by acres of forests, but at night there's not really much to look at.

I tried to start a few conversions, but her responses were always quipped, and each time I spoke she would jump out of her skin. I don't know how she's still so awake right now after spending the whole night awake.

Ronan had asked her a few questions about her time in the lab, but she didn't really seem inclined to answer any of them. It's impossible to not stare at her, she's holding a single cheerio, and it's taking her a while to eat through it. It's almost hard to imagine that just one of something people usually eat by the hundreds is enough for Isabelle to eat.

I wonder what it would feel like to hold her, though she hasn't let me hold her yet, i've seen ronan hold her a handful of times, she clearly hates it each time and is never very willinging to be picked up, i still find myself jealous that i probably won't get the opportunity to hold her before her brother comes to get her in a few minutes.

The room is filled with an uncomfortable silence only punctuated by the sound of Ronan taking a sip from his glass.

A loud knock at the door that's more like a banging than a knocking is the only warning were given before the door bursts open, and a very angry looking damien is storming into our house, in the span of five seconds, the chain lock broke and is currently sitting on the other side of the kitchen, ronan has got to put more money into our security system.

Ronan's glass has shattered to the ground and his gun is drawn and aimed at Damien, and Damien's gun is pointed at me. Why me!? I don't even have a weapon on me, unless you count a bowl of soggy cheerios a weapon.

As Damien and Ronan start to shout over each other, both threatening to pull the trigger if the other didn't put his gun down, my gaze shifts between the two of them for a good few seconds. I really hate when I'm held at gunpoint, it's not as fun as it seems in the movies.

As the two gun wielding assholes continue their screaming match, the sight of Isabelle curled in on herself and covering her ears catches my eyes. Did neither of these idiots think that maybe screaming and pulling their guns out might hurt her ears? She's four inches tall, her ears are probably a lot more sensitive than a normal persons.

I make sure neither Damien or Ronan have their eyes on me, before I slowly reach over to gently tap on Isabelle's back. Naturally, she recoils from my touch and looks up to me, her hands still pressed tightly over her little ears.

Our eyes meet and i nod to my outstretched hand, it takes a moment before she carefully removes her hands from her ears and scoots a bit closer to my hand, i quickly look up to make sure that both of them are still distracted and watching as damiens finger get a bit closer to the trigger of the gun.

I don't understand why both of them had taken their guns out, I'm also a bit concerned that Ronan had a gun on him when I thought that we were both unarmed. How many times has he had guns on him and I was unaware, he probably sleeps with guns under his pillows for all I know, and I really don't know why Damien pulled out his gun when he broke in.

we would have let him in if had just knocked on the door, you know, like a normal fucking person. It also makes no sense why he has his gun pointed at me.

After confirming that their both still distracted i gently scoop isabelle into my hand, bringing her to my chest and cupping my second over top of her to make a small quiet space for her, it's probably still noisy for her, but it's definitely more muffled than when she was covering her ears on the table.

When the realization that i'm holding an entire life in my hand right now. Her whole entire life is in the palm of my hand, and it feels so surreal. It's almost unreal how I can feel her squirming slightly in my grip. I swallow and try not to make a sound or move a muscle so as to not scare her into making a sound. I don't want either of them to notice that I'm now holding her.

I flinch at the sudden sound of Ronan bursting out laughing and damien demanding to know what's so funny. Rona looks over to me and points at Damien with his gun, laughing harder as he tries to get the words out.

“He- he has a BB gun!”

Ronan exclaims, followed by another fit of laughter. Damien stares dumbfoundead, and looks at his gun, my eyes also slide down to his gun. He turns to the gun in his hand and looks back to me, and then at his gun. His gun in fact, is not a BB gun, it's a 3.3 Semi-automatic handgun.

Damiens brow furrowed in confusion as roman's laughter abruptly stopped, and he fired two shots at damien, one in the elbow and one hand.

Damiens shout is more out of shock than pain, he gun clatters to the floor and Ronan wastes no time grabbing it and aiming that in him as well. I can feel Isabelle trembling in my cupped hands, muttering and trying to figure out what's going on.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Ronan asks calmly, there's an anger lacing his voice that I've never heard before. When Damien's only answer is a pained grunt, Ronan fires another shot that takes Damien's pinky finger right off, Isabelle shrieks at the sound of a third shot followed by a pained cry, and I feel my dinner rise to my throat at the bloody sight.

“I said, who. The fuck. Are you?!”

Ronan shouts again, and I quickly realize he has no idea who Damien is. I make a dash for the door as damien starts to shout who he is and what he's here for, i hold isabelle tight to my chest, and the sound of two guns clanking against the floor is the last thing i hear before i shut the door to my bedroom and open my hand to see isabelle.

she's been crying the whole time from the look on her face, so i set her down to not further overwhelm her. “Was, was that my brother?” she asks, and i nod, deciding to be honest.

“Why did he have a gun?!”

“I don't know.”

“Was he shot?”

“Yes. in the arm.”

“Will he die?!”

“No.”

Never mind being honest, she is not in the right mindset for hearing the truth. The truth is I don't know if he'll survive those bullet wounds, I don't hear any more gunshots or shouting, so I'm assuming they've started to get along.

Isabelle and I stayed in my room for another hour. She gets changed into a set of pajamas I sewn two weeks back, a pink pair of pajama pants and an ill fitting pastel yellow shirt to pair with it.

When I'm confident that they've dealt with all the blood and started to calm down, I take Isabelle and slowly creak open the door.

Ignore the question part I clicked it by accident and don't know how to remove it, so just enjoy a little pole lmao

ANYWAY hope you enjoyed this chapter, Ronan forgetting the face of his own client is honestly so real

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Draco x Hufflepuff she/her!reader

I Always Come Back - Part One

"I dont want you to go!" You cried, clinging to your older brother's school robes as you stood by the train with your father.

Cedric chuckled and ruffled your hair. "You'll be fine (Y/N), I'll come back! You've got to keep Dad in check for me while Im gone, you're in charge now, okay?"

Your father laughed, patting the both of you on the back as you giggled and pulled away from your older brother, smiling up at him with teary eyes and rosy cheeks.

"Oh, and (Y/N), I forgot - take this! It should stop you worrying, you wont even notice Im gone!" Cedric grinned as he handed you a keychain, with a curious rectangular object attached to it.

Upon closer examination, you discovered that it was a small frame, with a picture of Cedric inside it, grinning just as he was as he stood by the train.

You sighed and rolled your eyes at him. "Cedric! A picture wont stop me worrying!"

Students began to board the Hogwarts train, and alarm flashed across Cedric's face as he tried to break free from your grasp.

"Promise you'll come back?" You asked him, holding the keychain in one of your hands.

"I always do." Cedric told you, smiling gently.

He then kissed your forehead, and hugged your father one last time, before boarding the train, to attend his first year at Hogwarts.

You smile down at your lap as you turn the keychain over in your hands, sitting on your bed in your Hufflepuff dormitory, now in your fourth year of Hogwarts. That year, you missed your brother terribly, and when he came home for Christmas, you bawled your eyes out and refused to let go of him for the entirety of his first day home. Shaking your head, you cant help but laugh at yourself, and you're quick to put the keychain back in your bedside cabinet just as Draco saunters into your dormitory, his signature cheeky grin plastered on his face.

You raise an eyebrow at him accusingly. "And what do you think you're doing in the girl’s Hufflepuff dorm, Slytherin Prince?"

Draco chuckles as he approaches you. "I seek audience with the Hufflepuff princess!"

You snort and stand to your feet. "Well, Im afraid you're in the wrong dorm, Cedric wont be back until he's finished studying."

Draco laughs and shakes his head at your joke. "I do wonder what your brother would say about you taunting him behind his back."

You roll your eyes. "What, are you gonna run and tell him, just so you can suck up to him and make him like you even more?"

Draco's jaw drops. "I do not suck up to him!"

You howl with laughter. "Oh, please! Before we even told Cedric about us, you were being weirdly nice to him all the time, he mentioned it to me almost everyday!"

Draco pouts. "Just because I didnt want him to try and break us apart."

You smile softly up at your boyfriend. "Trust me, Draco, if he'd even tried to split is up, I would've tied his spine in a knot, and he knows that, which is why he wont try to split us up, ever."

Draco laughs nervously. "You know, for a Hufflepuff who is lacking in height and appears to be the cutest and sweetest witch in existence, you arent half intimidating sometimes."

You wink at him. "Good to know I can scare you a little. Now, we'd better make it to the great hall, isnt it time for the champions of the tournament to be announced or something?"

Draco rolls his eyes teasingly at your uncertainty, and takes your hand in his. "Well remembered, (Y/N)."

You scowl at him playfully. "Im in my right mind to give you the wrong password to this common room so that you cant come in here and bother me, Malfoy."

When you reach the great hall, Draco lets go of your hand and dramatically pretends to cry as an invisible force pulls him backwards, away from you, and towards his friends, which you mirror back at him as you approach your group of friends, who all shake their heads and laugh at you. Casual conversation stirs across your table, and you cant help but glance over to Draco's group every so often, catching him doing the same to you, which causes you to both break out into cheesy grins.

"You two are too cute, it's honestly disgusting." Your friend, Hannah Abbott, sighs teasingly.

Another girl at your table, Susan Bones, nods and joins in with Hannah's teasing.

"Yeah, (Y/N), we've all agreed that you've really changed since you've got a man in your life." Susan, unlike Hannah, cant go along flawlessly with the joke, however, and bursts out laughing as soon as she gets her sentence out, making your whole table break out into fits of laughter.

As the, pretty obvious, champions are picked from the other competing schools, you and your friends roll your eyes and quietly continue your conversation. You dont have anything against the tournament itself, but the contestants do seem a little...predictable. No doubt Harry Potter, THE chosen one, will be chosen to compete for Hogwarts.

"Cedric Diggory!"

Your eyes widen, and your jaw drops so far you're sure it hits the floor as you jump to your feet, Draco appearing just as shocked as you on the other side of the room. Cedric stands, receiving cheers, and both you and Draco find yourselves clapping too, though the two of you are totally awestruck. Glancing over his shoulder, Cedric laughs at your expression, and you scowl at him.

"Ow! OW! JESUS FUCK (Y/N) LET GO!" Cedric protests as you drag him back to the Hufflepuff common room by his ear, bending his body down so that you can actually reach it.

The entire journey to the common room since the announcement has been silent on your part, the only sound being Cedric voicing his annoyance. Once inside the common room, you let go of Cedric, who immediately starts rubbing his ear.

"How could you just NOT tell me that you signed yourself up for this!?!" You hiss.

Cedric shrugs. "You didnt care about the tournament, it wasnt important, I didnt think I'd get chosen anyway, it was a bit of a joke really."

You run your hands through your hair and begin pacing the room stressfully. "A joke? A JOKE!?! People have DIED in this tournament Cedric!"

Draco suddenly stumbles into the room, panting heavily, he must have run all the way here. Usually, you'd be paying a lot more attention to him, but right now there are slightly more pressing issues.

"Uh-oh, she's pacing." Draco comments, exchanging worried glances with Cedric, who sighs.

"I'll be fine (Y/N), honestly." He attempts to reassure you, but you're having none of it.

"Absolutely not! You have to find some way out of this, there's no way you're doing it!" You think aloud as you fumble over ideas in your head as to how you're going to fix this.

Cedric reaches out to you, but you push him away, and he sighs, looking to Draco for assistance, who goes to stand in front of you and holds your shoulders, keeping you still.

"There isnt a way out of this, I have to compete." Cedric tells you, his voice careful.

You close your eyes, calming yourself down "Alright. Fine."

Both Draco and Cedric have a thoroughly confused, and understandably worried, expression on their faces.

"Uh...(Y/N), are you okay?" Draco asks as you walk away from them, heading for your dormitory.

You nod, not turning to look at either of them as you respond.

"Oh, yeah, Im fine, because I've decided that if Cedric actually survives this stupid competition, Im going to kill him myself."

For the time that followed, you completely blank your brother, because you are positively furious with his idiocy. However, you spend the night before his first challenge tossing and turning in your bed, unable to sleep because of how anxious you are. Draco waits for you outside the Hufflepuff common room, and despite him desperately trying to get you to talk to your brother, he can tell by your expression that, for today at least, your anger has been pushed aside by worry, and he wordlessly takes ahold of your hand, your other hand clutching your keychain, hidden by the long sleeve of your robe.

Needless to say, watching your brother face a dragon was not a pleasant experience. Draco kept count of every time you fainted during Cedric's challenge - it was six. But no amount of joy you had ever felt before compared to seeing the smile on his face as he held the golden egg in his hands back in the Hufflepuff common room, every Hufflepuff cheering and lifting him up, while you and Draco watch on from the doorway. Cedric catches sight of you soon enough, and demands to be put back down on the floor, before he gingerly takes a step towards you. From behind you, Draco looks at you with hope in his eyes; he knows how close you and your brother are, and he hates that there is a rift between you. Cedric opens his mouth to speak, but you hold up a hand, and he pauses, waiting for you to talk first. Only, you dont talk. Instead, you run at him, your body hitting his at full force as you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing him tightly as he wraps his arms around you.

"So, you're not angry at me anymore?" Cedric chuckles.

You nod into his robe. "Im definitely still livid, but until you win that damn cup, Im going to be your supportive sister."

Kicking your legs off the edge of the dock, your eyes glide over the words on the pages of your book, a small smile etched on your face as you enjoy some alone time. But, at the sound of your brother and your boyfriend's laughter, you close your book and sigh. Your alone time will forever be short-lived with these two idiots in your life.

"(Y/N), I figured it out!" Cedric cheers, swinging an arm around Draco's shoulder as you turn and stand up to face them.

"He came running out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, shouting for you, and when he couldnt find you in the common room, he went to find me, because he logically assumed I'd be with you. Of course, this was the one time you WERENT with me!" Draco laughs at the mental image of Cedric running around in a towel.

You raise an eyebrow. "Is that really what you were laughing so hard about?"

Draco shakes his head. “No, but you'll find out about that in a minute."

You look to your brother for further explanation, and he clears his throat. "The next challenge is in the lake, the mer-people are going to take something important from me and I have to go and get it back from them, which means holding my breath for an hour, apparently."

This only confuses you even more, so you turn to Draco. "And now for the funny thing?"

Draco grins. "Well, as something important to Cedric is going to be taken and put in potential danger, I have been trusted with the job of hiding you from literally everyone in Hogwarts, so that YOU arent the important something that is put in potential danger."

You throw your head back and groan in frustration. "Does that mean we have to spend the night in the Room Of Requirement like we did when the Chamber Of Secrets was opened and you both got paranoid that I'd get snatched by the child-catcher Tom Riddle?"

Draco nods, his smile widening. "Exactly!"

And so, you and Draco spend the night in the Room Of Requirement, admiring the imaginary stars that appear on the ceiling, and talking about nothing in particular, until the two of you fall asleep. What Draco "forgets" to tell you, is that he sets his watch to wake him every few minutes throughout the night, to make sure that you're still safe, and havent been taken. The next morning, Draco breathes a sigh of relief, knowing that you're out of harms way, and the two of you head to the lake to watch the challenge. In comparison to facing a dragon, Cedric going for a swim didnt scare you quite as much, but it was still a stressful experience, and even winning first place for the challenge didnt seem like enough of a reward for your brother's efforts, not in your eyes.

[jokersphantom]

The Taste Of Death

Jack Goodman X Reader smut

WARNINGS: this has literal cannibalism in it, please do not read if you don’t yearn with your mouth. PIV sex, creampie, oral sex (reader receiving), mention of birth control.

A cold gust of wind brushes against your bare leg. The skin ripples slowly, like your body isnt used to being put in a situation where it has to heat itself and has since forgotten basic function. However if your body had decided to ignore you, you couldn’t quite tell because your mind was beyond comparison in terms of being vacant.

You received a phone call from Jack’s mother, informing you of your friend’s death across the sea. Her voice trembled and she practically sobbed as she told you of how horrible of a condition he was in and how David was a suspect in his murder. You should’ve been sad, but all you felt was disbelief; like you expected Jack to start laughing on the other end of the line before asking if you’d like to grab dinner with him (and David, of course, always David). You wish you cried, that you joined his mother in her quivering voice and choked sobs; instead, all you could do was think of how little of this she would share if she wasn’t so deeply disturbed and upset.

You went to Jack’s funeral, and discovered early on that you’d be waiting awhile to actually see him because everyone else who hadn’t given a shit in the past years decided to make up for it today. One of his exes showed up with her new boyfriend but started sobbing violently as she began to give a loud speech about how good of a man he was. As she spoke, you imagined Jack rolling over in his grave; or at this point, coffin; at her tears. “Wasn’t good enough for you to keep your pants on when Mark showed up!” You imagined him saying.

What stood out the most was the fact his casket was closed. Which only solidified your denial in Jack’s death. How out of place you seemed, staring down at the chiseled oak with a glare like you were expecting him to pop out and scare you like he did at a Halloween party years prior. Something even more ghastly was that you didn’t even think there was a body in there.

Weeks later you still hadn’t accepted that he died. You still consoled his mother and spoke with her often, you weren’t a complete lamb. David had yet to call, he was probably suffering a lot more than you were with your apathy or he was still comatose.

Once again the wind started to blow on through again and it finally caused you to shiver and begrudgingly trod to the window. As you neared, you heard the undeniable whisper of the leaves as they rustled and gently tapped the sides of the house. The outside was hardly visible, illuminated by the full moon and it left a cascading deep blue over the rest of the world.

You stared outside for a moment longer, letting the cool air curl around you and leave gooseflesh with every kiss upon your skin. The moonlight seems to bless you every moment you sit in its presence, the soft light bears white brightness among the clouds and entrances you in a way it never has before.

“Long time no see” a voice rings out from behind you.

Now you understand why.

As you turn around, there stands Jack Goodman in (what's left of) the flesh and before you can even think of it, you’re loudly exclaiming “Jesus Christ!” Before scurrying to your bed and balling up the covers as you try to shun away whatever you’re seeing by covering your eyes. “No, Jack, remember? God have you gone completely off your rocker since you’ve last seen me?”

You don’t dare remove the covers from your eyes, and you don’t have to. The springs of your mattress ache with weight and a gentle hand pulls it back. The fright sets a warm fire deep in your stomach.

Nonetheless, there he is, Jack Goodman. One of your best friends, completely mauled and looking at you with a smile as the grotesque chunks of flesh that's covered in a deep cherry red glisten under the light. In a macabre way, it makes your mouth water.

Jack looks at you for a moment before waving his hand in front of your face and snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. “You there? Oh god, you’re in shock; David’s gonna kill me again” he snickers at his own awful joke.

As you come back to earth, Jack gives you the rundown of what’s happened so far. While he speaks, you focus on what he’s wearing. The green puffer jacket that had been doused in your scent the night before because Jack “forgot you used it as a pillow case”; that statement is another one David did not buy and consistently gave him shit for the chick repellent as they rode on the back of a shepherd's truck.

“How I ended up back here, I’m not sure, not that I’m complaining about being in these sheets again” he flirts as he smiles at you, deep and round eyes looking directly into yours with something raw behind it all the pleasantry. You and Jack had slept together, he was as sweet as a friend with benefits could be.

“I think I’m going crazy” you say aloud and he titters before propping his leg up on your bed and resting his head on it sideways; leaving the bloody, mangled, and mutilated part of his skin open and hot against the air.

Jack catches your gaze and seems unable to resist the comment that comes from his mouth. “No fucking way” he laughs. You back yourself up against the headboard and pull your comforter with you, holding it defensively to your mouth and you give a startled look that quickly turns to anger. “What?” You snap out, a lot higher pitched than you wanted to, that made you sound more like someone caught with a porno mag and less like you were genuinely confused.

The look he gives you is a recognizable one, but it feels so alien at the same time. He starts to gently crawl towards you on all fours, in a way he knows you like to see. Feigning that innocence to how you feel just to hear you say it out loud because he mocks you even in death.

“Now, you wouldn’t be feeling a little turned on about how battered I am now would you, sweetness?” He asks, as irreproachable as possible while the pet name sticks to you despite how mockingly he says it. When you’re left gawking, he only gets closer to your face. “Because” pause. He drags one hand up across your covered leg. “If this was the face you wanted all along, I would’ve requested open casket”

Jack gets scarily close. So much so you can now make out minute details. His hair is slicked stiff with blood and sweat, black tufts of hair poke out messily. He smells of grass and mud, but only faintly; what stands out the most is the pheromones reeking off of him that would typically reek, but currently have you biting the inner skin of your bottom lip as the fingers of his left hand dance curiously across your knee.

His fingers have blood crusted under the nails and you sit there entranced by the carnal beauty of it all. Jack smiles to himself and takes it as an opportunity to trace your lips with his calloused fingers. Typically, he’d be a blushing mess and if he were still completely alive he’d never be so bold with someone.

Only difference this time is that he wasn’t alive, not fully; and that it was you. The amount of times he’d been almost caught with you on him has surpassed his count, and sure as hell yours. However the word almost really means David and when it comes to David, he’s got an amateur sleuth mindset and can unfortunately piece two and two together.

Unthinking, you open your mouth and feel as Jack pushes his index and middle finger over your tongue. Your tongue swirls around the pads of his fingers, feeling every ridge, scar and delta. A gummy clot of blood that was caught in the corner of his cuticle touches your tongue and you suck even harder.

Jack’s eyes become lidded, he looks at a random spot in your direction for a few moments, feeling the work of your mouth against his hands once again and in such a grisly manner makes his stomach burn.

Softly he pulls his fingers away from your mouth. He rests his hands on either side of you and puts his mouth close to your ear. “How about you shut the light off and we try that thing you’ll deny wanting to do” he whispers before he bites and tugs on the lobe of your ear before pulling away.

You push the blanket off of you, the plush of your thighs visible to Jack as you walk towards the light switch.

When the darkness floods the room, you’re left in wait for Jack, just as you were in life. When nothing happens for a few seconds you think you’ve gone crazy and you’re too afraid to turn around and see that he’s really not there.

The beautiful blue hue of the moon sets over your shoulders and the cool air brushes against your neck. The hairs prick up as the cool feeling leaves ghosts of kisses against your skin.

“Still here” Jack says quietly against the shell of your ear. You turn around to face him and he flicks the light on again, temporarily blinding you. “ M’ sorry” he says as his kisses become full and wet mouthed against your neck “changed my mind, jus’ wanted to see you walk away”

He buries himself there and you feel him smile before his teeth graze against you. The blood gushing from his wounds starts to slick your neck. This doesn’t stop him, he kisses and nips harshly on your veins and feels the pulse thrumming beneath it.

It’s like he can’t control himself. There’s something so deeply carnal and vulnerable about how he is now; as many times you’ve put yourself on him, nothing can compare to the sweetness of his blood covered lips against yours.

His teeth are digging deeply into your neck, a small pain blossoming from his teeth nipping at your skin. Your eyes shut and a breathy exhale leaves your lips. Jack smiles, like he always has, into your skin and comes up to give you a kiss. The sweet and metallic taste of his lips on yours leaves you utterly intoxicated like the first taste of absinthe.

If you had to compare it though, he’s much sweeter. And warmer. So much warmer.

Jack’s mouth has suddenly gone away from the short and innocent kisses and have transformed into heavily pressed attacks scattered across anywhere collar up. His skin is comfortingly thermic and at this point you have no choice but to fall back into the dizzying heat as Jack touches you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and it may very well be.

His hands are ever moving and constant. There’s a searing palm resting between your neck and ear. The free hand wanders continuously over your waist to the back of your thigh. Your hands move without your own permission and begin to unzip the green puffer jacket that’s half shredded and half covered in blood.

You hope that if he decides to leave, you can keep the jacket. Even just a piece to remember him by. It was a group purchase around the holidays one year, when David gifted you both an identical jacket similar to his red one. Yours was an absolute eyesore, but the mundane routine of wearing it all the time made the shade entirely your own.

You gently push Jack away from you and get to look in his eyes. You get to see the humanity tucked behind them as his clouded lust quickly turns into the sheepish look of a boy scolded by a schoolmarm. Even though you’re still entranced by just seeing him again after having to say goodbye before Europe and a second time to a piece of wood. Part of you wants to remain this illusioned forever, so that you can hold onto him even if he decided long ago to let go of you; because at this point all you have is a hideous puffer jacket and dinner receipts of a meal you paid for stuffed in your otherwise empty wallet. Suddenly the doe eyes and boyish smile disappear. A misstep.

“Guess kissing a corpse wasn’t on your bucket list, huh?” He chides with an awkward laugh but you know Jack better than that, and he’s being vulnerable. Pressed against the door of your room, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck; careful to leave the wound be, and as he looks at you; you knock your foreheads together and you press a small kiss to his lips and bump noses. “Could’ve gone for that one actor you like so much” you say, another kiss. “I’ll put in a good word for you” kiss.

Jack pushes his mouth closer to you without much thought, and it leads to some of the blood on his neck smearing on your arm. Suddenly the blaze in Jack’s eyes comes back and you grin.

Jack sticks his hand in the wound like it’s as normal as scratching an itch and a small amount of the blood comes onto his fingertip. He cups your face with the same hand, mindful of his bloody thumb. Your eyes dart between the pad of his thumb, that Jack pushes ever closer to your mouth; only waiting for permission to push it through.

There would be no coming back from it and you both know it. Jack has nothing to lose, while you’re teetering on the line between sanity and lunacy. The comparison of Eve and the apple comes to mind; any other lustful sin could be forgiven, but to feast upon the flesh and to consume the marrow of a ghost? Should this be a test from whatever divine figure that hates you enough to manifest your dead fuck buddy, you were bound for damnation surely. Your lips part.

Your mouth sours with saliva before you can truly taste. Then it hits you. The succulent, metallic taste sinks onto your tastebuds and you hope that Jack’s blood remains there until the end of your days. The splotch of scarlet forever stained on your tongue like ink upon papyrus so that any lover you may take after Jack knows they can’t compare because they won’t come this close.

You flick the light out, for good this time, and guide Jack to your bed. He waits patiently as you crawl in first. He waits by the edge with bated breath and glances at the full moon for but a moment. You poke your leg out over the bed and poke him with your foot and he pounces at you. The shirt that was tucked underneath his puffer coat has minimal damage compared to the rest of him. You sit up and drag it off of him and he instead goes for ripping the fabric off like it’s burning him.

You’re doing the same to your own and Jack is immediately kissing on every inch of your skin, there's a desperation that is unlike anything you’ve ever known. After you’ve both wriggled out of every piece of clothing and left slobbering wet kisses across chests and lips you start to get to the most sinful and carnivorous part of the night.

Jack’s pumping himself and whimpering all sorts of filth at you as you kiss around the lines where skin meets meat. “Please, honey, I want you to, I do, c’mon” Just one bite. He needs it, he needs to know he’s good. “You can’t hurt me” he whispers, strained.

Your teeth graze the saccharine flesh before you sink into the hot and dewey meat. Jack’s warmed up intensely, the heat rolling off of him in the moonlight in thick clouds of white. Jack shudders and you begin to let go immediately “Fuck, no, keep going” he says, lowering his neck on you more as his fingers begin to grace around you.

When you fully sink in again, there’s a burst of an unfamiliar flavor that hits you so hard you hope it doesn’t immediately get you hooked and desperate like morphine. You pull and tear and suck upon him but it doesn’t change anything. The difference between the living and the undead is that while you’re aching and getting the relief of Jack’s feast upon your body, wether it be by biting or pumping into your core, Jack is unchanging until time wants him to. You’re glad you were blessed enough to have him presented as you remembered, just a bit more banged up. Deliciously so.

You’re happy you can be close to him again, like this. Nothing else in the world but the two of you. For however long he’s tied to this plane, you want to take advantage of it all and you will greedily keep him here until he’s forced to go. So you bite, you bite and rip and chew like it’s the last way you’ll ever love anyone ever again. You wrap your hands into his hair and dig your nails into his scalp and all he does is smile at you and whisper your name he keeps his pace thrusting inside of you. When you pull away to meet his eyes, the glint of the night rests in his irises.

You imagine you must look like something positively cryptid. His blood smothered across your mouth, a toothy smile in his direction like a fox in a henhouse. He doesn’t say anything, he merely places a kiss on your mouth and breathes heavily across your lips. “ M’ close, honey” he says, as thoughtful as ever, and that’s how you know this has to be real; previous thoughts be damned, werewolves, ghosts, lawyers? All real.

You know this Jack Goodman is yours because even after being mauled to death and abandoned, after having to tell his best friend that he has to die, and after finding himself in your bed again and being accepted with open arms, he still tells you when he’s about to cum.

“I’ll take it as a bereavement gift” you say and he simply rolls his eyes and says “you talk too much” you tug at his pulled apart skin again before falling back into the sheets. Biting your lip and wrapping your legs around his core, you hold Jack’s head as he buries it in your neck and presses his forehead in the nape of your shoulder to watch himself go in and out for a few strokes before he pulls back and kisses you hard. You don’t open your mouth quick enough and your teeth collide painfully for a second and Jack giggles an apology against your lips as he continues his thrusts.

He pushes you back into the pillows with his weight and he moans into your shoulder. The perfect cadence of sound in your ears and after he stills for a moment you can feel the pulse of his cock inside you as he cums.

Ever the overachiever, he pulls out quickly and places his bloodied mouth in between your legs. The blood of his neck laceration rubs slick and loud against your thigh coating every pore and marking.

He puts his mouth on your clit, just like you taught him. He twirls his tongue around and even tries murmuring out something to dirty talk you, but he gets so pussy drunk it’s nearly impossible to hear what he’s saying.

He takes care not to get a mouthful of his own cum, his fingers going at a pace that you can hear even buried in the pillows.

Once again your hands find his hair and you push him deeper into your clit and Jack, always the good boy, obliges and tongue fucks you even harder.

Your legs lock around his head as you cum and he lets out a hum as you do. Your hips snap forward and he rides it out. Once you’ve come down a bit, he presses a few kisses to your thighs before going up to join you.

“Hope birth control covers that”

“Be more surprised if it did, I think”

Jack snickers and lays next to you, fingers trailing up your figure with blankets gathered unevenly around the waist down.

He’s still a human furnace and you eagerly curl up next to him. “Will you be gone tomorrow?” You ask. You expect a melancholy response. “Might go tell David to kill himself, but I’ll be back. Can’t guarantee I’ll be this pretty though” he says.

You just kiss him and close your eyes.

[leviathiane]

the night in a wash of moonlight

Gon's POV of chapter 2 of The world in a spray of seawater! (posted early, bc chapter 2 isnt even available yet lol)

Today was going to be a good day. A great day. Gon could feel it in the air. 

It was more than superstition. The intense thunderstorms that had swept Whale island the past three days had finally let up, and Gon could finally look past the petrichor of the rain and wind to smell the sea. 

The tides had receded, the fish were back in the shallows, and Gon could finally, finally go back to his favorite cave and go swimming! 

The thought made him bounce in place. He was beyond excited— finally, he could wear his skin again! Mito had been aghast at the thought of him swimming out during the storms, too afraid of him being tossed by the waves. Gon had been upset, sure. Storms were fun to play in! Lightning didn’t often strike the water, even if he was above the surface, and if it did he always had enough time to dive below the shock.

Swimming in the rough waters was challenging, far more challenging than the calm, sunny shallows surrounding Whale Island’s reefs. Gon could follow the riptides until they flung him skyward, so high he felt like he was flying. It would pull him along like a bullet past the coral boundary into open water— that was always a little scary. But it was scary in a way that tingled sharply down his spine and made his fur bristle on end, more electric than lightning itself. 

Someday, Gon would swim out there. He’d swim, and swim, and swim far beyond the reefs, into the dark of the open ocean. He’d shed his ties to Whale Island like his coat and travel out as his father did, as his kind must. 

But right now, Auntie was here. While she would never understand the innate need, to leave, she would never stop him… and Gon wasn’t ready to shed her yet. 

So Gon would stay in the shallows, and swim in the reefs, and not go beyond into the open ocean. Yet. 

“Aunt Mito!” Gon called, sharp and loud as a bark, “I’m going down to the beach, now!” 

His aunt’s face poked around the doorway to the kitchen. Despite the crease ever-present in her brows, she smiled kindly when she met his eyes. “Alright, Gon. Thank you for remembering to tell me, first.” 

Gon laughed sheepishly, not responding. He didn’t think Aunt Mito would ever stop mentioning that, even though he only did it once. He understood better, now, how scared she had been to find his pelt and him gone. But it wasn’t as if he didn’t come back! And he had been grounded for that already, his pelt put in a box on the highest shelf in the closet for what felt like ages, until his skin felt tight and he always had a dry mouth no matter how much water he drank. 

(He’d been grounded until he got sick. Really sick. Gon couldn’t really remember a lot of what happened, during that time, but his Aunt never took his coat again.)

(Coming home was the first promise he ever made, he was determined to keep it.)

Gon grabbed for his plastic bucket, shovel, and towel. He didn’t need them, but they were nice things to have when he was waiting for the sun to dry him off. He practically threw himself out the door, nearly falling face-first into the dirt in the process and barely remembering to shut the door gently behind him. The moment his bare feet his the dirt he was running, his pelt flapping against the backs of his thighs from around his waist, and all he could think about was the cool rush of water-water-water-water! 

The path from home to the beach was elapsed into seconds. Gon couldn’t remember any of it. One moment he was on the porch and the next his toes were slipping in the sand. The distant spray of the ocean hit his cheeks and he smiled, grinning so wide his face hurt. There was a muffled shouting in the back of his head, barking louder and louder, overlapping over and over itself until he could hear nothing but the crash of the waves on the sand and see nothing but blue. 

He was consumed by the sea. So much so, he nearly sent himself flying with how close he came to tripping over the white-grey lump blending into the sand. 

It’s not his fault! It really did blend in. When the sunlight hit the sand it turned a blazing white, just like the hair on the stranger’s head, and their scales were the prettiest, blinding speckled-snow grey. Even the skin blending into the scales was nearly opalescent pale, moonlight over the ocean. 

They looked like… 

They looked just like a spotted seal! A spotted seal if it were merfolk, rather than a selkie, at least. Gon hadn’t met an Arctic selkie yet, but he bet he would someday! Maybe, they would even be half as beautiful as the merperson sleeping on the shore! 

…That really wasn’t a good place for them to sleep, though. 

“Hey!” Gon called out. No response. Not a twitch. 

Uh oh. They were really deeply asleep. Whale Island was safe, and a lot of the locals knew about their neighbors, but that didn’t exactly mean a whole merperson could just go comatose on the sand. Even as remote as they were, there was always at least one or two merchants that hung around, just in case of interesting product. It was the reason Auntie was so adamant he keeps his pelt in the house, rather than tied around his waist or flung over his shoulders. 

Gon crept closer. He looked quickly around, just in case-- alone. Alright, good! That was good. “Hey!” he tried again, this time reaching out to… what? To shake them? Hmm, Gon didn’t want to risk hurting them, somehow. What if they were beached because they were injured? He hadn’t considered that before, but now it was all he could think about! 

Gon frowned as he took in the merman. Cracked scales, a strange, dusty white like fogged glass. Their webbing looked like paper. Their skin was painted with his blush, ruddy and stark, practically steaming. Their gills opened and closed in shallow, jerky little ripples that looked like they hurt.

Gently, he touched the white, salt-crusted hair. He combed the thick curls out of the merperson’s face, letting the light hit them. Wow, they were pale. Gon knew that, of course, but it was something else, somehow, to see their face. Even their eyelashes were white! And their skin was so warm, even warmer than his own. They hissed quietly, eyes scrunching tight, but not opening. The moment Gon let their hair fall back into their face they went silent again. 

Yikes. They really had been beached for a while. This wasn’t good. 

Gon unfolded his towel and carefully tossed it over the mer. It would shield them from any more sun, at least a little. Everything counted. “I’ll be right back,” Gon told them seriously. If the unconscious boy gave a response, Gon wasn’t waiting to hear it, already sprinting down the sand towards the waves. He couldn’t just drag the other back into the water, not without risking hurting them more— they had likely been cooking in the heat for so long that the shock could really hurt them. Merpeople couldn’t regulate their temperatures the same way selfies could. It was just part of being a fish-person and not a mammal-person. But Gon could at least try to help them cool down. Give them a chance to acclimate a little more, before they went back properly! 

The sea washed over his feet. It was warm. Whale Island water was always warm, even in the winter. And thank the seas it was. Cold was good, but too cold and he may as well just kick the poor stranger awake, instead. Gon waded into the surf. He filled the bucket as full as he could without risking spilling half of it on the way back.  

The mer hadn’t moved an inch. Gon set the bucket in the sand. He reached forward, touching that curtain of white hair.  

“Nhh…” 

Gon’s pulled away as the mer’s head lolled away, eyes squeezing tightly— Ooh, oh, they were waking up! That was— great! Gon felt relief begin to unfurl in his chest.

It just as quickly died as a horrible, rasping noise coughed out of the mer. They frowned, even in their sleep, like it hurt to make the noise. Gon caught the tiniest sliver of open-ocean blue as their eyes fluttered. It didn’t last. Their head fell back down, limp and weak, into the sand. 

Gon panicked, a little. “Hey, hey! No, don’t do that!” They must have been injured! He was right! This was bad, if they were so injured they couldn’t even stay awake, what if they didn’t wake back up? Gon needed them to wake up now, by any means necessary! 

He raised a hand and slapped them. 

It did the trick— too well. Those ocean blue eyes snapped open. Gon jerked away with a shout as the mer(man?) wheeled on him. Fast! So much faster than he expected! If he hadn’t move when he did, those claws (razor sharp, like little steel knives. Gon’s didn’t have claws like that, or even teeth like that, in seal form…!) swiping inches from his skin. Gon tripped backwards, falling onto his butt in the sand. Uh oh. Oh, he was done for. 

…Or not? The merman didn’t pursue him. He certainly tried to, but he seemed to be having trouble. His thin fingers struggled to catch a proper grip on the soft silt. More than that, he just seemed tired. Exhausted in the way that left you sluggish and confused. A flush was dark across his pallid skin. 

The merman didn’t seem to appreciate his scrutiny. They flashed their teeth and hissed at him. 

…Okay. Upset, but only in the way of something hurt and cornered. Gon could deal with that. Scared-upset was better than angry-upset. Even better, since he wasn’t handling a wild animal, but a person! Someone who could understand that he was just trying to help before attempting to bite him! He pulled the bucket up, stepping closer. 

He didn’t get very close before getting hissed at again. Which was fine, and totally understandable, except then the mer tried to move. 

“Get—“ they choked, coughing on hot, dry air and sand. Their tail pushed into the sand, fins digging into the grit. It didn’t give them any purchase to do more than flop awkwardly in place. “Get ‘way from ‘e!” 

Poor guy. He was so disoriented. Gon wished he had gotten up sooner, maybe he could have found him before he had cooked so long. It was lucky he didn’t have heat stroke, already. “It’s okay,” he said gently, taking another step. The mer was scared, and hurt, and confused, but Gon didn’t think he really wanted to hurt him even though he definitely could. Those teeth looked sharp! His words didn’t go very far in reassuring, though, with the way the mer snarled at him. Yikes, that was bound to hurt, with the way he was coughing. Gon paused, watching with wide eyes as the mer thrashed, sand flying everywhere. He was really going to hurt himself if he kept fighting. “Hey, it’s okay, I promise I’m not going to hurt you! I’m trying to help!” 

His words may as well have been to a wild animal anyway, with how much the merperson listened. “‘Et away ‘om me!” He cried hoarsely. “Get, g-et,” he coughed. Kept coughing. Gon’s brow furrowed anxiously. They really, really needed to stop talking. Or, at least, wait until they got wet to talk. He stepped closer, raising his bucket. “Get away—“

Gon hoped he wouldn’t be too shocked. The water was a little warmer, in the bucket, at least. He poured it onto the mer’s head. 

Still cold, clearly, with how they jerked back. His whole body twisted, thrown back in a burst of energy Gon hadn’t really expected him to still have— landing on their dorsal fin in a move that made Gon cringe. Those weren’t flexible the way seal flippers were. He hoped it didn’t hurt them too bad. At least it had flipped them onto their back! Gon leaned forward, carefully tricking more water from the bucket onto their chest.

They made a noise that rattled Gon’s brain in his skull. “I know,” he shouted over the ringing, “I’m giving it to you! Stop moving!” Their wiggling made it very hard to aim. Gon did his best, pouring water across the gills laid over their ribs. He watched in fascination as they moved. Fluttering open and closed, whistling with the tempo of the merperson’s rising and falling chest. Gon hadn’t ever seen gills so close up. They were so— weird. Like little red xylophones under silver-white skin. 

He was so focused, watching them, that he straight up dropped the bucket when the mer’s claws flashed under his eyes. Gon barked in shock, jumping out of range, but it didn’t matter. They weren’t going for him. The mer dragged himself through the sand in one determined push, their talons curling around the faded rim of Gon’s bucket— and just stuck their whole head into it. 

Um. Okay! That worked. 

It was a little ineffective, but it was better than pointlessly fighting him. Distracting, too. Gon crept close, watching carefully, but the mer didn’t seem to care about him anymore. They were too involved with his bucket. His white hair fanned out in the water, going from a limp wad of snow to a cloud of fluffy white that hid his face from view. All that poked out was the tips of his ear fins, pressed tight to the sides of the bucket. 

Too bad he didn’t bring a bigger one. Gon would, from now on. Just in case. He had just enough room to dip his hand into the bucket beside the mer’s head. He moved slow, ready to pull away just in case, but the other was far too focused on the water to pay him any mind. 

Gon sighed, shoulders relaxing. He gently pat the mer’s hip. The scales under his handprint glistened, almost coming to life under the touch. It was like wiping dust off metal. Gon slid his hand along the scales, watching in awe as more and more glittering silver shone up at him. They were rough to the touch. If he ran his hand up the mer’s flank, he would probably shred up his palm. It was so strange, so unlike the thick fur of a seal— he was just like a real shark! The tail and fins were definitely shark, though Gon had never seen a shark so pale and bright. 

He dipped his hand back into the bucket, moving to let water drip off his hand onto the dark red gills peeking out fro the mer’s ribs. The mer’s whole chest twitched when the water hit them. The gill slits opens wide, fluttering open like a gaping mouth and Gon giggled, gently petting them like a cat. They shivered under his fingers. 

Water flooded over the rim as the mer pulled his head from the bucket. Gon moved on instinct, hovering, only to freeze as that white cloud of hair whipped around. His ear fins splayed wide, framing his pale face. Slitted blue eyes glared. 

Okay, still upset. Gon pulled away with a nervous chuckle. No touching, then! He didn’t want help, that was alright. Gon held up his hands, palm up. He hadn’t hurt him, had no weapons (unless the bucket counted?? Or the towel? Or the shovel? Though he kind of lost that one, somewhere along the beach…) but was getting hissed at anyway. The mer was showing his teeth to him! Now that was just unfair, even if they were very pretty teeth. Pearly and sharp and shiny. He hoped the other wouldn’t actually use them to bite him. That would hurt pretty badly. 

Gon believed in his chances. Even when the mer swiped at him, it wasn’t a very serious attempt to hit him. Gon could tell, if the other wanted to really hurt him, he would. 

“I hope you don’t, though,” he murmured under his breath. “I wouldn’t be mad, if you did, you’re really scared and you’re probably hurt and you’re all alone, and you don’t know me. But I’m gonna help you. I’m gonna help you anyway.” 

Still, Gon let him have his space. If he was that freaked out by Gon coming closer, then that was okay. Gon would just stay right where he was. No big deal! The most important thing was that the mer had some water. Gon didn’t need to come any closer at all, if he didn’t want help applying it. 

He stayed patiently still as the mer’s growl slowly fell quiet. Gon could see the indecision in his pretty face. His blue eyes darted between him and the bucket, lingering on the water for longer and longer. Would it help if he sat down? Or would moving make him more nervous?  Gon wasn’t really sure. The rules were different. This wasn’t just an injured foxbear, or a fledging bird, or a stray cat— it was a whole person, with needs and wants that Gon had no experience with. 

At least he could breathe. Gon had been so sure he was dead, at first, so still on the sand. He had no clue merfolk could breathe outside of the water at all! 

And he was being so, so good. He barely lifted a finger. Even his swats and hisses were half-hearted, like he knew, even subconsciously, that Gon was trying to help him. Gon just had to keep proving it. 

“It’s okay,” he continued. His voice was low. Almost whispering. A suspicious glare was leveled at him and he showed his hands, keeping them open and loose and empty. “I’ll stay right here, see? I’m right where you can see me, I haven’t moved an inch. It’s okay. My hands are empty. I’m not holding anything, I’m not reaching for anything...” The glare didn’t let up, didn’t soften or give an inch. But Gon smiled to see the mer diligently lifting handfuls of seawater up to their gills anyway. Refusing to give in, and refusing to give up! They were so cool. He almost couldn’t keep himself from blurting it out. “Yes, keep using the bucket, please, that’s good. You’re so smart, so brave for not panicking—“ 

“Shut up.” 

Gon startled. His eyes widened. He— spoke to me! Speaking to me! Ooh, that’s so cool, I’ve never— “Sorry,” he sputtered, “what was that? Did you s—“ 

“Shut up!” Yep, definitely speaking to him!! Gon felt his heart skip a beat. The words were hoarse, and made the boy wince, but Gon was so happy for a moment he nearly started vibrating. His new friend could talk!! Gon wasn’t sure if merfolk could talk! They were’t like him, there was no second form they could slip into that was meant to walk and talk and live above water— he wondered if all of them could talk! He wondered if he’d be able to finally, finally find out, when he was finally allowed to swim beyond Whale Island— surely there were so, so many people like him that he had yet to meet, and he could speak to them! He could meet so many people, make so many friends—

“Hey.” 

Gon’s daydreams faded like fog under sunlight. He blinked, somewhat embarrassed. Oops. He was maybe getting a little ahead of himself. Those thoughts were for the future. One where he didn’t currently have a hurt merman right in front of him. 

His thoughts moved way too slow. Already, the mer was settled onto the sand, staring up at him like he was an idiot. “Hey,” they said again, exasperated, “how old are you?” 

They wanted… to know about him?! Gon could die happy. He was unable to stop his smile, only hoping that they didn’t take it as a threat display. “I just turned 12 a few months ago! What about you?” Please by my age-please be my age-please be my age—

“None of your business. What’s your name?” 

Gon wanted to laugh. He wanted to shout. He wanted to jump around and throw his fists to the sea and say See! I’m interesting, too! I’m interesting to someone! There’s someone my age (maybe!!) and they want to know more about me!! They’re pretty and cool and shiny and they want to know about me! Me!! “None of your business!” He teased, the words practically bubbling out of him. 

His joke didn’t play over that well, with the way the mer hissed at him, but that didn’t bother Gon at all. “Sorry!” He chirped. He couldn’t stop smiling. Even upset at him, the other boy was so pretty. His swipe was almost playful, with how lazy it was. Gon was making progress! “My name’s Gon! Can I know yours, or is that not my business, either?” 

He hoped it was! He really, really hoped it was! Gon wanted— wanted a name to put to the face in his head. He wanted a name to take home. To tell Aunt Mito and Grandma Abe, to finally be able to say “I made a friend, and his name is—“

“—not your business,” the mer snapped. He tossed the bucket towards Gon. Oh, it was empty! He hadn’t even noticed, the other must have finally used it all up. “If you’re just gonna stand around, go fill that back up with more water.” 

Gon was already picking the bucket up. His cheeks hurt with his smile. He stepped a tiny bit closer, moving slow, and pulled the towel from where it had become half buried in all the sand kicked up. Not giving himself time to second guess, he gently tossed it over the mer’s back. The end of it flopped over his head, covering his white hair. He hissed, more in surprised than any upset, and shook it off. Gon snickered. Cute! “That’ll keep you a little cooler while I’m gone, okay? I won’t be long!” 

He was already backpedaling towards the surf. His chest was light with joy. Even if he didn’t know the boy’s name, he was being allowed to help! Trusted to help! That was worth more than nearly anything. “Sure thing!” 

He didn’t want to pull his eyes away, didn’t want to risk turning and finding the mer gone, never there at all, not real in the first place— Gon took off at a dead sprint to the water. He was fast, whether he was in or out of the water. Whale Island’s beaches were as familiar to him as his own skin, his own fur, and Gon didn’t even skid in the sand as he barreled right into the waves. He had to go a little deeper, to get water and no sand, getting his shorts wet all over. But it was worth it for the crystalline sea water. Worth it to do something for his new (first) friend. 

Gon turned back, clambering out of the surf, and froze. 

Oooh no-no-no. The mer was trying to move. Thrashing like he was caught in a fishing net, flopping and dragging across the sand, the towel flung off to the side— was he hurt? Was he hurt, and Gon somehow missed it? He was facing Gon, now, long on his belly— was he trying to get to Gon? What happened?

Gon’s belly swooped. 

He took off running before he could think to do so, the bucket cradled tight to his pounding chest. 

Thankfully, it didn’t seem like anything was wrong. Gon place the bucket down and ran over, barely remembering to stop out of the other’s reach. He scanned him up and down, up and down, but he didn’t see anything wrong. Just the same dry, grey scales and shaggy white hair and piercing blue eyes. 

Nothing hurt, nothing else around. Was he just stressed? 

As if in answer the mer thrashed again, flopping awkwardly in the sand. Some got in Gon’s mouth. “Woah!” He spit, gagging. Shut his eyes as more sand went flying. A frustrated keen left the mer, so low and tight Gon wasn’t even sure he knew he was making it. Alright, not hurt, then. He wasn’t so much upset, but… “Hey, don’t do that! You’re gonna hurt yourself— I can help you get back in, but you need to—“

“I don’t need your help!” He yowled. 

Woah! Gon jumped back, barely missing the mer’s tail. Yikes. He had felt the muscles, there, when he had touched it before. If that had hit him, he was sure he’d have broken a bone or two. 

The mer whined high in distress. “J-just leave me alone, already, you, you—“ 

Gon frowned. That… hurt. He was doing his best to help, really…! No one even wanted his help, much less him, “I’m not gonna do that!” He shouted. The mer froze, staring up at him with wide eyes, and Gon realized he had come a little too close. Oops. No take-backsies now, but he could be nicer about it? “I understand that you’re scared, and hurt, but you can’t get back to the water alone. You’re too far away, and it’s really hot today. If I hadn’t found you, you would have just died.” 

The mer stared at him. His eyes were huge. Like two moons, the pupils so constricted they were barely a thin black line in a sea of blue. They were shaking. 

He was just… scared. Gon tried to relax. It was normal to be afraid, in their situation. He didn’t know what was going on, was stuck and at mostly helpless. Of course he would fight. That’s just what animals did. “People” were not exempt from “animals”. 

“Look,” he said, gentle, “let me help you. I promise, I want nothing to but help you. We’ll get you back in the water together, and you can…” he swallowed, “…swim away, and I won’t tell anybody, even my Aunt.” It would suck, to not be able to, but he would do it. He would do it for his friend. And he wouldn’t regret a thing, because it made his friend safe and happy. 

The mer looked into his eyes, silent. His mouth set in a tight line. He glanced past Gon, out into the open ocean where Gon wasn’t allowed to go. Gon didn’t move an inch. He stared back, unblinking, begging the other to believe me-believe me-believe me please— 

“Prove it,” he whispered. 

“Okay.” Gon nodded, agreeing despite not knowing what exactly he was agreeing to. Prove it? How was Gon supposed to “prove” it, beyond everything he had already been doing and saying? What else was there to do? Shake on it? Would that help?? “I’m going to come a little closer, now.” 

If the mer had any arguments against that, he didn’t voice them. Those blue eyes watched, wide, pupils darting across Gon’s face, as Gon kneeled in the sand. He was completely in the other’s reach, now. If he really, actually wanted to hurt Gon, he certainly could. Gon’s heart beat in his ears. He sure hoped he didn’t! It would hurt a lot, if he chose to swipe or bite. Those claws were sharp. Even a half-hearted lunge would mess Gon up pretty bad. 

Gon had, despite everything, complete faith that he would be just fine. For as upset as the mer was, he had yet to maim Gon even a little. 

With that belief in his heart, exceeding all else, Gon grabbed that clawed hand in his. 

Cold. Compared to Gon, at least. 

Wet. Good, it should be. 

Pretty. Very much so. 

There were little white scales on those pale knuckles. The grey speckles looked almost blue, against them. Their claws were long and sharp, deceptively fragile in how fine they appeared. Gon could tell, upon touching them, that they were more like solid steel knives. He was careful not to nick himself as he pulled the mer’s pinkie out, careful of the delicate white webbing between his slender fingers. The membrane was surprisingly soft, almost velvety. 

Gon fought with himself not to needlessly touch them. Or any part of the other boy, for that matter. This was to prove he was good, not to be weird about it. Gon didn’t like when people asked to touch his pelt, so he shouldn’t try to touch other people’s non-human parts either! 

He curled his pinkie around the mer’s, and hoped he couldn’t feel Gon’s heartbeat racing through the contact. “I promise,” he started, more seriously than anything ever, “to swallow a thousand needles, if I lie. Sealed with a kiss!” He pressed their thumbs together in a careful smooch. “Do you… believe me now?” 

No reply. Gon risked a glance up from their joined hands to find the other staring down at them himself. There was a strange expression on his face. Jaw slack, brows high, lips parted as if to take in a breath and forgetting to actually do so. His eyes traced the line of their hands, their fingers, their palms. Over and over, as if looking for answers to some questions unasked. 

Finally, his gaze flicked up. When he noticed Gon staring he ducked back down, hiding his ruddy cheeks. “Y-yeah.” 

“Great!” Joy roared in Gon’s chest. “That’s great…!” His smile was splitting, straining at his cheeks. It didn’t lessen even when he glanced back at the bucket, forgotten in the sand. He hoped he hadn’t wasted too much… he had been more focused on running than trying not to spill. “Can I help you, now? I won’t touch you again, if you don’t want me to.” 

[cassandragemini]

Giant au? Owo? How’s that happen what’s the premise what’s the deal

i got 2 oc aus for misha and tseren where 1 of them has size changing powers and theyre sappy and run heavily on fairy tale logic cause these are fun and self indulgent. theyre more like non-canon offshoots than full alternate timelines technically cause they have the same backstory but with some weird shit happening to them suddenly. anyway both of these are a case of me writing something and then attempting to retroactively justify it in the story so some details are still kinda fuzzy but the tentative explanation im currently going with is that both of these are in some way caused by a mountain spirit who has a soft spot for misha and tends to unexpectedly give blessings or grant wishes on rare occasions but usually with a interesting twist. shes not really malevolent but she does have a tendency to give extremely unasked for “gifts” just to see how people react

side note as a general rule i usually write giant characters as roughly 60 feet tallish cause thats the height you would need to be for a tall adult to be roughly equivalent to the size of your hand

the basic gist of the au where tseren has size changing powers is that he tends to have intense emotions and he grows as a physical manifestation of that type of almost overwhelming warm fuzzy feeling where your emotions feel a little too big for your body. misha is very physically affectionate and one night tseren is laying in her arms and he offhandedly wishes that he (9 inches shorter than his beautiful butch wifehusband) wasnt too small to hold misha in the same way and make her feel that same sense of safety. he has 0 reason to even consider the idea of a mildly bored spirit listening and granting this one random whim on a very strange technicality. tseren isnt like actually aware of this at the time so it is extremely nightmarish when hes in a good mood the next day and it suddenly feels like the walls of their house are beginning to close in around him. tseren is kind of neurotic about sudden change in general and has had a deep terror around the idea of his body changing against his will after witnessing mishas traumatizing first bear transformation so this feels extremely bad. misha had the sense to pull him out of an enclosed space before he got too big to fit but she cant do really much to help him beyond that and tseren is too agitated to let her touch him at all. after a several hour long panic attack he eventually does go back to normal but hes very freaked out about everything and remains skittish and avoidant for days. it takes like a full week for misha to gently coax him into actually talking about his feelings and to stop being so distant. when he does finally feel comfortable trying to pick misha up hes uncharacteristically anxious about her which misha finds extremely endearing. both of them end up drifting to sleep with misha curled up against tseren’s chest

the giant misha thing is a way less developed idea cause i only thought of it like a month ago based on a movie scene but rn its mostly one isolated and dreamlike scene in my head with tseren being kidnapped by some other outlaws for bounty money or something along those lines. misha tries changing into a bear to protect him but unexpectedly gets very very big instead. she's objectively terrifying looking to strangers so that scares their attackers off but she tries her best to kneel down low and speak softly to tseren. they are Confused to say the least but misha doesnt seem to be in distress and despite their fear around sudden change thats the thing they care about most so theyre mostly severely disoriented instead of terrified. when tseren tries getting up he realizes he injured his ankle slightly in the initial struggle and cant put weight on it so as a solution misha simply scoops him up (with permission ) and carries him home

tldr gently picking up your big strong butch is very cute and sweet

first art is by me and the second is by a friend who isnt on here + prefers privacy. third pic technically doesnt officially count cause its chibi misha but like its cute

[the-s1lly-corner]

angst m, n, o for pomni and/or gangle pleasee:3

Angst alphabet w/ Pomni (M,N,O)

YEEEEEAAAH ANGST ALPHABET!! i need to do better with promoting my alphabet stuff maybe ill reblog the posts for them every week or so idk.... for those who see this post you can find my alphabet posts linked at the bottom of the grand masterlist post in my pinned! prompts: misery, nightmare, opened notes: reader is GN CWs: grief, mentions of self termination thoughts via letting one abstract on purpose though its not dwelled on for long

MISERY

you had abstracted, and thats as good as being dead in the circus

one day you were here and the next you were a monster... can you blame her for being at least a little in shock after youre sent away by caine?

if she ever manages to pull herself back together, its clear that shes going to be changed forever by your absence- and its going to take a while for her to pretend to be fine

if she doesnt, and if she lets herself spiral, shes just going to abstract too

she wouldnt be lying if she said that idea seemed desirable, though

she would if she wasnt so scared, though

sometimes she stops by your door to talk to you, even though she knows shes never going to get an answer in return

shes angry with the situation, this isnt fair- you and her didnt know what you were getting into when you put your headsets on

the idea that you have family out in the real world who will never see you again, and will never know what happened to you only fuels her rage

at least it gives her motivation to get out, even if the chances of her finding your family is low

NIGHTMARE

she somtimes gets nightmares every now and then, much like the one she has in episode 2

they dont happen every night, but when she does have them she doesnt seek you out... youre sleeping, and she doesnt want to bother you

unless the two of you are sleeping in the same bed, shes going to leave you alone

and even then, being in the same bed doesnt mean all that much

you can ask her to talk about her dream, but shes going to gently reassure you that shes fine and theres nothing to worry about

with enough time to let her dreams wear her down, though, shes eventually going to spill to you

she doesnt exactly want comfort, she knows its not going to help all that much

so, offering a distraction may be best... you two typically end up staying in bed and just making small talk

OPENED

she doesnt do it maliciously, she doesnt even do it to try to win the argument... it just comes out, before she can stop the words from coming out but just because she didnt really mean to, it doesnt make the fact she hurt you any less apparent

she doesnt double down, instead she tries to backtrack- whatever the two of you were arguing about doesnt even mean anything to her anymore, she wants to undo what was done right now

she gives you time to collect yourself when it becomes clear that you need time, she gives one last "sorry" before giving you space

shes beside herself and shes disgusted with herself for using your insecurities and secrets against you in the argument, the moment you show some sign of being ready to talk shes going to let you know how horrible she feels for hurting you

she makes it clear that she didnt mean to hurt you, and shes going to do anything to prove that shes being honest

its going to take some time for the tenseness and awkwardness to fade away, but pomni is dedicated to making things work... though, thats not her call here is it?