#so he just thinks I’m overly paranoid

[herawell]

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[zeb-z]

Bad has so many reasons to be cautious, even paranoid, as anyone else on the island. From Federation nonsense to Dapper being kidnapped to the whole purgatory nonsense to whatever fuckass suit of armor “old friend” was setting up cameras in his house. But it compounds on his regular overly aware paranoid self to this state of hyper-paranoia. And as a demon who can and usually will lie, cheat, steal, and use sneaky underhanded tactics, he expects the craziest extent because he thinks of it, realizes it’s possible, and would use it himself. We saw this very obviously in purgatory - when he thought greens desperate last ditch effort to balance the scale was a super planned out tactic to tip the scale, so he did it first, all the hardcore base hunting, the spawn killing, there’s a reason every other tactic he used usually followed a main channel qsmp post with updated rules - all usually things he was surprised no one else thought of. But then this also piles onto the fact that he has to have things go his way, all the time, and that he’s argumentative as all get out, which led to the debate between him and Bagi yknow. Especially because he’s not just doing it for the sake of being right, he doesn’t think he’s paranoid, but that he’s exercising the right amount of caution.

So like. Listen dude. Yeah he’s got reasons to be paranoid. But his thought process around building vaults for separate cookie caches like they locked up the risus pills, only to scrap it because it’s not perfectly impenetrable, is extreme. His character has hardly been a leading example in someone who has reasonable reactions to things. And even when there isn’t his own children’s livelihoods potentially on the line, he has a need for control, and the most control he has is if he keeps the cookies in his inventory at all times. If he makes himself the sole point in which the others can get ones in a case of emergency, then he can control the variables. The problem is he’s unreliable about himself when he’s at his most rational and healthiest, and he’s far worse with the current memory and health issues he’s been mostly unaware of.

I dunno it’s like. There is never going to be a purely impenetrable base. And it’s not just a case of “Bagi just hasn’t lived through __ yet!”. Bad’s own logic about keeping the cookies on him at all times is flawed under his own logic, because Bagi is right - if someone has enough drive to break into separate secured cookie caches purely for the downfall of eggs, they more than certainly have enough drive to find a way to kill Bad and just take them from his inventory, or to just kill the eggs themselves. All it truly does is give Bad a sense of control, and soothe his paranoia.

[hooniblr]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 (𝐘𝐄𝐓) 𝐈𝐈

PAIRING ▸ nishimura riki x female feader

WORD COUNT ▸ 4.8k

GENRE ▸ high school au, brother’s best friend au, fluff, angst

SYNOPSIS ▸ After spending the better part of your adolescent life crushing on your brother’s best friend, you finally decide to call it quits on your unrequited feelings when you come to the conclusion that’s all they will ever be—unrequited. The only problem is that getting rid of these feelings that have been lurking in your heart is much more difficult than you anticipated. Especially because the object of your affections keeps making it hard for you to move on.

Or the one where Riki resorts to blackmail.

WARNINGS ▸ reader as sunoo’s twin sister, riki as sunoo’s bestie, feat. some of the newjeans members, reader is an expert at hiding her feelings, misunderstandings, pining, slow burn, blackmail, broken promises, hurt feelings

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NOTE — thank you for all the love on part one! hope you guys like this part. mdni banner made by @/benkeibear

“You still haven’t told Sunoo about your new hobby?”

“No. I know he would just worry about me getting hurt.” You sighed. “So would my parents.”

Minji furrowed her eyebrows. “Don’t you think hiding it is doing too much? You’re not doing anything bad. It’s just jiujitsu.”

“You know how my mom gets. She wants me to do things ‘normal girls do’ like that’s going to make me act like her friends’ kids. Remember when she tried to make me join the choir?”

“Yeah.” Danielle grimaced. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get so embarrassed.”

You and Minji shared her grimace. Your audition probably went down as the worst in the history of the entire school. “I’m actually kind of good at jiujitsu, and I like doing it. If I tell Sunoo about it he won’t let me go back to the dojo ever again.”

Minji sighed. She knew you were right. Having an overprotective family would be the death of you.

“Come on.” She said, hoping to distract you from your inner turmoil. “Let’s go eat in the courtyard.”

“You don’t want to go to the cafeteria?”

"Riki’s in there.” Danielle reminded you. “So is Heeseung.”

“True.” You pursed your lips. “I’ll meet you guys out there. I have to drop off Sunoo’s stuff first.”

The hallway was relatively empty when you wandered up the stairs. You were glad no one was around because it would make it easier to drop off your brother’s bag—which he had inconveniently forgotten in the morning, again. When you glanced inside his classroom, it was completely alone, much to your relief.

After dumping the bag on his desk, you made a run for it. Sure, you were probably being overly paranoid, but you couldn’t risk running into Riki. Especially not after last night.

“Kim Y/N.”

Hearing your full government name made you freeze just before you reached the stairs. Your heart and mind had memorized that smooth melody long ago. You slowly turned around, heart stuttering despite knowing what sight awaited you. Riki’s usually sweet gaze had been replaced with one that was full of disapproving anger and something else; something you couldn’t discern.

“Riki.” You said his name breathlessly.

Your wide-eyed gaze only confirmed his suspicions. Up until now, you never had a problem being around him, or even looking at him. Right now, Riki could see that you were itching to get away from him as if he was some sort of parasite. He knew your awkward behavior was nothing more than a byproduct of hanging around that bastard Lee Heeseung, and it only made his anger grow immutably.

“I saw you last night.” Riki’s tone was accusing, knowing he was approaching the situation in a completely immature way. “I know you haven’t been hanging out at the internet cafe. You go to that dojo with Lee Heeseung.”

Out of all the things you expected Riki to say, him bringing up your secret jiujitsu lessons wasn’t on the list. It was clear that he disapproved, but you weren’t sure why he seemed as upset as he did. Did he know Sunoo wouldn’t approve as well? They truly were best friends. You were glad to see that the loyalty wasn’t just a one-way street despite the fact that it was now backfiring on you.

And so, like a deer caught in headlights, you could only blink at him bovinely as he gave you a stare that demanded answers.

“Does Sunoo know what you’ve been doing instead of going home?”

Your eyes widened in realization. Riki was going to rat you out.

“Please don’t say anything.” You begged, clasping your fingers together to form the classic pleading gesture. “I know he wouldn’t approve, and if he tells our parents then I won’t be able to go anymore.”

Riki clenched his jaw. Was being able to see that idiot so important to you? Enough to risk getting in trouble with your parents? He wondered how you would feel about Heeseung if you knew the truth about him. You definitely wouldn’t feel the same way about him if you found out what kind of person he really was.

Even so, your shimmering eyes had him thinking twice about ruining what you had with Heeseung. He could see that you were clearly infatuated with that idiot to the point that you were willing to upset your entire family by seeing him. The fact that you were even willing to go to that stupid dojo with him was enough indication of how much you liked him. (As if you avoiding him wasn’t proof enough.)

“Well—”

“Y/N!”

Sunoo bounded over to you with his rowdy friends following close behind him. Your panic-filled eyes glanced from Riki to your brother. You tried to straighten out your dismayed expression with a tense smile.

“Twin!” You exclaimed a little too happily. “I left your bag on your desk.”

“Oh, that’s right. I forgot—”

“I’ll see you at home.” You rushed out, not giving either boys a chance to respond before you took off down the stairs.

Luckily for you, neither of them followed after you. As you reached the bottom of the stairs, you looked back just to make sure. At that moment, you bumped into someone and nearly fell back. Stumbling awkwardly, you started to apologize for not watching where you were going.

“It’s okay. You’re not hurt, are you?”

Seeing Sunghoon’s worried expression almost made you roll your eyes. Instead, you told him you were fine and kept walking because the last thing you needed was to deal with your ex. Unfortunately, you weren’t allowed a stealthy getaway.

“What’s going on between you and Lee Heeseung?”

You glanced over your shoulder, annoyed that Sunghoon was following you. It would’ve been easy to ignore him, but you knew he wasn’t going to leave you alone since he had asked you in that nosy tone of his. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you two at Jake’s party.” Sunghoon sounded insecure or something close to it. “Do you like him or something?”

An incredulous scoff tumbled past your lips. “What do you care? Are you jealous?”

“Yes—extremely.” His pout was objectively cute, but you couldn’t see it as anything other than annoying. “Since when did you start hanging around Lee Heeseung?”

It was usually easy for you to hide your feelings, but now your indignation was the one taking control as you turned to face him. “Around the time you stopped.”

Sunghoon’s eyes widened. If Heeseung had mentioned their brief friendship to you, it’s because he had explicit trust in you. The theory that he concocted the other night couldn’t be too far off from the truth. It made him feel a terrible dread in his gut. Heeseung wasn’t the type to reveal any private information, which brought Sunghoon back to the conclusion that you weren’t just anyone his former friend.

“So, Heeseung likes you then.”

You don’t think you had ever heard anything more ridiculous. It was obvious that Sunghoon was still too self absorbed to see that Heeseung had been pining for Song Yura for the longest time. His unrequited feelings are the reason you two had gotten so close. Not that it was any of your ex’s business.

You scoffed quietly before an apathetic smile spread on your lips. “Think what you want.”

Sunghoon frowned. As he went to say something else, you went out the exit leading to the courtyard. He could only watch you walk away from him with a disheartened expression.

Thinking you had successfully gotten him to back off was your first mistake.

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“Which movie did you pick?” You wondered as you put the popcorn bag in the microwave.

“I didn’t pick one yet.” Sunoo said from the living room. “Riki’s coming over so I wanted to let him decide on the movie too.”

You nearly dropped the bowl you pulled out of the cabinet. Maybe you should’ve felt upset that Sunoo conveniently forgot to mention that his bestie was crashing your movie night, but you were too panicked to feel angry or anything related to that emotion. It didn’t even have to do with the fact that you were practically in love with Riki. Instead it was about the not-so-small tidbit that he knew your secret and was probably planning to tell your brother all about it.

“I thought you said it was just going to be us tonight.” You did your best to sound upset although you were sure your voice was shaking.

“Riki wanted to hang out. You know I can’t tell him no.” Sunoo pouted as you went to sit by him. “You’ve never had a problem with him coming over before.”

That was before you decided to get over him.

“The three of us haven’t hung out together in a while. It’ll be good for him to come over, anyway. He could use your advice.”

“My advice?” You mimicked curiously. “Advice for what?”

“He got a love letter from Song Yura today.” Sunoo said with a giddy laugh. “He didn’t let me see what it said, but I think she confessed to him.”

“Maybe it wasn’t a love letter.” You said pathetically, knowing it was your wishful thinking doing the talking.

“But she even has his helmet. Not his extra one, his favorite one. I’m sure it won’t be long before they’re a couple.”

It was hard not to feel like a deflated balloon with what Sunoo was saying. Not only because Song Yura was obviously someone very special to Riki (he didn’t let just anyone touch that helmet), but because you knew Heeseung was going to feel heartbroken once he heard the news.

You couldn’t be surprised that this happened. It wasn’t like this was the first time Riki had gotten a girlfriend. He’d had plenty between the time you’d met him and now.

So, why did this feel so much worse than all the other times?

The title of the movie the boys selected went over your head. Your inner turmoil had the knots in your stomach tightening with every passing second. You weren’t sure whether to focus on the fact that Riki might expose your secret or that one of the prettiest girls in school had confessed to him. The choice wasn’t left to you as your mind alternated from thinking about the two problems periodically.

Your eyes were focused on the TV screen, but you were too busy thinking to see any of what was actually happening. Honestly, it was a good thing that Riki could potentially get into a relationship. If he did, it would be the thing to help her move on once and for all. Although watching him end up with someone else wouldn’t be painless, it would for the best. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

Also, should Riki start to date Yura, then maybe he would be too caught up in his relationship to bring up your secret. Or maybe that was more of your wishful thinking since Riki was much more bothered about your jiujitsu lessons than you expected. You still couldn’t figure out why. It couldn’t be just because of his friendship to your brother. No matter how many times you went over it in your head, you couldn’t figure out why he cared so much.

Somehow, the movie ended before you could focus on it. With Sunoo telling Riki to pick another movie because he needed to use the restroom, you mindlessly wandered into the kitchen under the pretense of making more popcorn for the second movie. In reality, you needed to put some distance between you and Riki. Being alone with him wouldn’t do your resilience any good, and it definitely wasn’t helping your nerves. Unfortunately for you, nothing ever went as planned.

“We didn’t finish our conversation.”

Your hands stilled. Calm down. Breathe. You pressed the start button on the microwave before turning around to face Riki.

His thick eyebrow was raised, and that domineering look from before made an appearance once again. “Are you really going to keep doing jiujitsu even though you know your family won’t approve?”

You almost told him that he also did plenty of things that his family didn’t approve of, but you knew it wasn’t smart to get snarky with the person who knew your secret. Telling him the real reason you were practicing jiujitsu was out of the question. So, left without any other choice, you decided to bring up your friend in the hopes that he would leave it alone.

“It’s something fun to do with Heeseung.”

Astoundingly enough, Riki’s stern gaze became even more lethal. “Can’t you do something else with that idiot?” His voice rose unintentionally. “How can you want to keep learning jiujitsu just because that’s what—?”

“Shh!” You hissed in a panic, practically pouncing on Riki as you placed your hands over his mouth. “Sunoo will hear you!”

As you looked towards the living room worriedly, Riki found himself frozen in shock. Your soft hands pressing against his lips had his heart pounding harshly against his chest. From this close, he could see every single one of your eyelashes and the deep color of your pretty eyes. He couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought, only focusing on the close proximity. You smell invaded his senses and disarmed him completely.

When you looked back at Riki, you noticed he was looking at you strangely. It was then that you realized how close you two were. Literally chest to chest. You jumped back, feeling a bit of heat spread on your face.

“Sorry.” You apologized. “Just please don’t say anything.”

You rushed back into the living room before Riki could say anything else. All you could focus on was your erratic heartbeat that wouldn’t slow down. How could he affect you so much without even doing anything? It wasn’t fair because you were sure your presence didn’t have the same affect on him. The heat on your face hadn’t gone down even when Riki came back with the popcorn. If he noticed how flustered you looked, he didn’t mention it.

“Y/N.” Sunoo said as he walked back into the living room. “What’s this? Is it yours?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when you saw Sunoo holding up your gi. You nearly choked, not knowing what to say since you were practically caught red-handed. Since when did he go through the laundry?

“That’s Danielle’s.” Riki said suddenly. “She asked me to get it for her when I came over.”

Without any hesitation, Sunoo handed the garments to Riki. While you were grateful that he hadn’t outed your secret, the nerves of him possibly changing his mind had you fidgeting uncomfortably as the two boys picked another movie. All throughout the comedy, you kept stealing glances at Riki. He didn’t look at you once, and you mentally cursed him for being so good at hiding his emotions.

When it was time for Riki to leave, you offered to see him out. Instead of walking him to the door, you stepped out into the cold night with him. You stood in front of Riki, nervously playing with the hem of her hoodie.

“Thank you for not telling my brother.”

“I’ll keep your secret.” Riki promised. “But you have to do something for me.”

You should’ve been suspicious at the tone he’d gotten, but you were too caught up with his promise not to tell anyone about your jiujitsu lessons. “What’s that?”

“I won’t tell anyone about what you’ve been up to as long as you stop going to that dojo and stop seeing Lee Heeseung.”

You thought he was joking until you that saw his somber expression didn’t change. Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. She could understand the first part of his request, but what did you being friends with Heeseung have to do with anything?

“What? I can’t just—”

“Should I let your brother know what you’ve been doing, then?” Riki raised a challenging eyebrow at you.

Your shoulders sagged. “No.”

Riki held back a grin, but only just. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Yes.” You agreed reluctantly.

His signature smirk made an appearance. He lifted his hand and rested it on your head, softly ruffling the top of your hair. “Good. See you later.”

“Wait!” You called, pointing at the garments in his hand. “My gi!”

Riki glanced down at the clothing in his hands. Again, he looked up at her with that smirk of his. “This? I think I’ll hold onto it for the time being.” His smirk seemed mocking now, but it was still fatally attractive. Damn him. “Go back inside. You’ll catch a cold out here.”

And so, you watched Riki get on his motorcycle and take off with a sulky scowl on your face.

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“Y/N.”

Riki was leaning against his motorcycle as he beckoned you over to where he was. You hesitantly walked over, feeling your palms begin to perspire. Ever since you decided to go behind his back and still go to the dojo with Heeseung, you felt like you were on the brink of being caught.

“Where are you heading?”

To the dojo. “Oh... I was just going home since Minji and Danielle can’t hang out today.”

“Let’s get something to eat.” Riki’s words left no room for any disagreements. He handed you his spare helmet casually. “Hop on.”

You shook her head frantically. “Oh—no. You don’t have to. I’m not—”

“Come on.” He insisted, forcing the helmet into your hands. “Don’t you want your gi back?”

You scowled. “Fine.”

After putting on the helmet, you hesitantly got on the back of his motorcycle. It was embarrassing since you didn’t exactly fit on the edge of the bike, though, it mostly had to do with you sitting as far from him as the narrow seat would allow. You were sure you’d turn into putty if you had any physical contact with him.

“Hold on tight.”

You grimaced, torn between playing out the one fantasy that had been replaying through your head for months and your rational need to set boundaries so your feelings would stop growing. You awkwardly grabbed Riki’s shoulders, hoping that you wouldn’t fall off once he took off.

Riki laughed at your obvious unease. He decided to do a break check so you’d realize that not holding onto him wasn’t an option. Suddenly, you were flung forward. The front of your body collided with Riki’s firm back with a loud thud. For a moment, you thought you had hurt him until you saw his shoulders shaking with laughter. You glared at the back of his head. “Riki!”

“I told you to hold on.” Riki said, the lilt in his voice was teasing yet there was also a serious undertone to his words. “Do you want to fly off?”

You almost told him that you wouldn’t if he went slow enough. However, you kept your mouth shut and hoped your obsession wouldn’t grow as you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his torso. You gently rested your head against his back and closed your eyes. Just for a second, you told yourself. For a small moment, you would let go of the worries that burdened you and simply enjoy being close to the boy you liked.

Something unfamiliar tugged at Riki’s chest. His head shifted a little, wanting to catch a glimpse of the girl on his back. Your arms were secured around his waist and you were leaning on him, but he suddenly found that it wasn’t enough. Somehow he wanted you even closer. Riki cleared his throat quietly, pushing the unfamiliar thoughts out of his mind for the time being.

And so, you two sped off, neither of you noticing the boy who had been watching their entire interaction from afar.

You uncomfortably picked at the food in front of you. Had this been last year, you would’ve been overjoyed at sharing a meal with Riki (part of you still was), but now you couldn’t help but feel like this was all some sort of trap. Like he knew you had gone against your promis and was waiting on Sunoo to show up to tell him everything.

“Are you not hungry?” Riki wondered with a slight frown. “Bulgogi is your favorite.”

Honestly, you felt like puking up all the butterflies in her stomach, but he didn’t need to know that. “I’m not really hungry.” Your words were hardly convincing, but Riki seemed to believe you. “I got used to not eating as much because of jiujitsu.”

Riki’s jaw ticked in annoyance. “Is that really all it is?”

“Yeah.” You nodded your head. “I swear.”

That aggravated look he had been getting a lot lately found its way onto his face again. “Are you sure it’s not because you can’t see Heeseung?”

Your reluctance to answer the question had irritation crawling up his skin like a parasite. He knew that’s what it was. The shy look on your face was all the indication he needed to know you were thinking about that idiot. Riki only asked you because he hoped that you would tell him. Once you did, he would tell you that Heeseung wasn’t worth your time.

“It’s not like that.” You told him, confused that he was getting so worked up.

“Do you like him?” Riki demanded, needing to hear those words come out of your mouth. “Tell me the truth.”

His tone caught you off guard. You chewed on your bottom lip, wondering if you should mess with him a little since he took your stuff. Maybe it was petty of you, but you decided to do it anyway. You gave him a half-smile that you were sure looked more like a grimace. “That’s a secret.”

Riki was sure his jaw would snap at any moment from the amount of pressure he was putting on it. “Just know you’re out of his league. You’re way too pretty to settle for him of all people.”

You felt like your heart was ready to burst at any moment from how fast it was beating. Damn him. Damn your feelings for him. You were aware Riki only spoke his words out of kindness (and out of his dislike for Heeseung), but your dumb heart couldn’t tell the difference. It was clear that Riki didn’t see you the way he saw Song Yura. To him, you would always be Sunoo’s sister. But for a brief moment, you allowed herself to believe that he sincerely meant what he said.

Your shocked gaze had Riki coughing nervously. It wasn’t the first time he called you pretty, but this time it felt different from all the previous times. His words seemed more... intimate, somehow.

You didn’t realize you were full-on staring until the chime of a text notification pulled you out of the trance that was Riki’s intense gaze. Your jaw nearly dropped when she saw Heeseung’s name on the screen. He didn’t text you very often, and when he did it was only ever to tell you he wouldn’t be at the dojo.

Where are you?

You briefly glanced at Riki before quickly typing out a reply.

I’m at the corner restaurant near the dojo. I’ll be there soon.

You put your phone back on the table, feeling like there was an impending doom waiting for you. There was this inkling you had that nothing good could come from Heeseung’s ominous message. Even so, you chose to ignore it for the time being.

“So.” Riki cleared his throat, not knowing why he suddenly felt so shy. “What’s so great about your little crush, anyway?”

You contemplated your next words. Riki probably thought you were going to tell him about Heeseung, but he could never know what you were about to say was all about him. It was the only opportunity you would have to tell Riki how you really felt about him.

“Ever since we met, he’s been nothing but kind to me. He sees me for who I am.” The corner of your mouth lifted a bit. “Some people think he’s a jerk, but he isn’t really. He’s actually really sweet and caring.”

Riki’s expression hardened. Sweet? Caring? Yeah, right. He was sure that he could be much more sweet than Heeseung who had the emotional range of a fish.

“What about you, Riki?” You questioned despite knowing his answers would only hurt your feelings. “Everyone’s talking about how much you like Yura. What kind of person is she?”

Riki raised his eyebrows, baffled. “What? I don’t—”

He cut himself off when he saw a familiar (and unwelcome) presence approach the table. If you thought his gaze was harsh before, it didn’t compare to the murderous look that crossed his face in that instant. You followed his gaze, mouth dropping open in surprise when you saw Heeseung standing about two feet away from the table.

“H-Heeseung?” You choked out, unable to believe that he was actually there.

“I got worried when you didn’t meet me at the dojo like we’d planned.” He said like his words weren’t the equivalent of dropping a bomb of chaos.

You could’ve choked Heeseung right then and there. What the hell did he think he was doing? You gave him a look, one that you hoped he would understand. Either he didn’t notice it or he didn’t care. You were willing to bet it was the latter.

“What are you doing here?” Riki’s voice was deceptively calm. “Don’t tell me you’re following her.”

In the few times you witnessed the two boys around each other, you knew it always got ugly fast. You could see where this encounter was heading, and it was heading there quick. Luckily for you, your saint of a brother decided to call you right then.

“Sunoo!” You hastily answered your phone. “What’s up?”

“Mom wants us home for dinner. She made ribs.”

“Okay. I’ll be there right away.” You hung up before he could say anything else. You scrambled to grab your bag. “I have to go—family emergency. See you guys later!”

With that, you ran away from the uncomfortable scene that was unfolding without looking back once.

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You waited at the front of your school anxiously. Riki hadn’t mentioned anything to Sunoo yet, and you were hoping you could convince him not to with a bit of begging. The seconds ticked by, and while you still hadn’t seen his familiar motorcycle, you saw the person who had dug you into a deeper hole.

“Lee Heeseung!” You hissed as you pulled him to the side. “What was that stunt you pulled yesterday? You know I can’t have anyone find out that I’m learning jiujitsu.”

Heeseung looked unfazed as ever. “I just want to know what you’re doing. You said you were trying to get over Nishimura, but you were having a meal with him.”

Your right eye twitched. “That’s because he said he would give me back my gi!” You whisper-yelled, wanting to pull on the ends of your hair in frustration. “Which he didn’t, thanks to you.”

“I also wanted to ask him why he has a problem with us being friends. It’s not like you’re his little sister.”

You’re not sure why that made your anger simmer to a simple irritation. Also, Heeseung did sort of have a point. You laughed incredulously, shoving his shoulder a bit. “You’re so immature, Hee. You know he has a problem with it because he doesn’t like you.”

Heeseung highly doubted the only reason Riki didn’t want you two hanging out was because of their mutual dislike for each other. He knew that you probably wouldn’t figure that out any time soon because you were too overwhelmed with your own feelings, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t find out the truth on your behalf.

Your smile was quick to slip off your face when you saw Song Yura staring your way. The heartbroken look she had her on her face caught you by surprise. Even worse, Riki was standing directly behind her. You felt herself panic. If there was any hope that your begging would convince him not to say anything, it was gone now. Now you were certain that you wouldn’t be able to crawl out of the hole you had dug yourself in.

Riki on the other hand could only look on with a glare. He had never planned on exposing your secret. It was only a pretense to get you to stop hanging around that prick, but now he could truly see that your feelings were stronger than your fear of getting in trouble. He had suspected that was the case for some time now, yet it still made him feel sick.

Why did it have to be Lee Heeseung of all people? Why couldn’t it be... anyone else?

Riki turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction, not knowing what to make of the heaviness in his chest.

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[drewstarkeyslut]

DESTROY MYSELF JUST FOR YOU🥀ᡣ𐭩

Summary: He still wanted you, needed you, craved you. He missed you. You were going to be his again, no matter what. Seeing you at the bonfire party with JJ was all it took for Rafe to snap and make his move.

Notes: Tried to do a dark Rafe but it ended up being more toxic than dark but oh well! Not sure how I feel about this but didn’t want to make it TOO long so sorry if it seems crammed and rushed and all over the place.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, dark!rafe (but not really), toxic!rafe, possessive!rafe, non/dubcon, kidnapping, choking, slapping, spitting, hair pulling, forced intercourse, forced fingering, forced face fuck, forced creampie, degrading, praise kink, sir/daddy kink, breeding kink. TW❗️DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THE WARNINGS ABOVE! this is just fanfiction✨

Rafe had always been infatuated with you ever since he first laid eyes on you. It was when you moved next door to Tanny Hill a few years ago. He just had to have you, make you his girl, his whore, he practically wanted to own you and shut you out from everyone.

He succeeded, for two years you were his, until you got away.

Your relationship started off like any other, it was practically perfect. You thought you had found the one. Rafe was a gentlemen. He took care of you, spent money on you, showed you all kinds of affection and the sex was the best you ever had. He knew your dirty little secrets, knew what you wanted in bed and he did that for you, every fucking time.

He was like a drug and you couldn’t stop getting high That was until he finally showed his true colors. He started becoming overly jealous, possessive, manipulative, controlling and erratic.

It eventually started becoming too much for you, and the first time he laid his hands on you, you knew you had to get out. You were tired of feeling as if you couldn’t breathe, it felt like walking on eggshells being around him and you had enough.

It had been six months since you fell out of Rafe’s tight grasp. It wasn't easy but you found a way.

It was the night of the bonfire party. You had arrived with none other than his sister, Sarah Cameron. You two still stayed friends, hanging out quite often. She begged you to come out tonight, but you knew she would leave you for John B.

You were in a white mini skirt and a black crop top showing just the right amount of cleavage. It definitely caught Rafe’s attention, your tits jiggling with each step had his cock straining in his shorts as he watched from a distance.

“Hey pretty girl” JJ rushes behind you giving you a hug.

“Hey Jayj!” You turn around giving him a peck on the cheek. To anyone it would look as if you two were an item, but that was not the case. You were still single. Rafe made sure of it.

Rafe’s blood immediately boiled seeing you with that pogue. His girl and JJ? No, no fucking way. He just had to wait for the right moment to swoop in.

Rafe grew impatient as the time went on. It felt like hours had gone by and you were still glued to JJ’s hip. Rafe wanted nothing but to drag you away from him and take you in the woods right then and there.

“Hey J, you want another drink? Going to grab another one and try to find Sarah.” You blurt out.

“I’m good princess, thanks though. I’ll be here waitin’ for you.” JJ winks at you.

Rafe watched as you walked off in a secluded area as he stalked your way. He thought to himself if you were smart, not so naive and drunk, you’d have walked through the crowd to avoid bad situations like the one you were about to be in. He just got lucky that you weren't thinking straight right now.

You hear footsteps approaching you as you try to turn around, feeling absolutely paranoid but Rafe catches up to you, approaching you from behind as you stumble on your feet.

“Missed me?” Rafe laughs. You freeze, knowing that voice all too well.

“What the fu—“ you try to yell out but your mouth is covered.

“Shh, shh, you're alright sweetheart, everything is going to be just fine.” Rafe hums.

"Rafe? What are you..." You muffle out before he cuts you off.

You’re going crazy trying to pull him off of you and run away, but no luck.

“Don’t even think about it. As if you’d be able to run away from me.”Rafe hisses in your ear. His other hand grabs your arms pulling them back and gripping your wrists.

“I will make it worse for you if you scream or try to run off, got it? I’m fucking serious y/n, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Rafe spits with venom dripping in his tone.

All you could do was nod your head in response, your sobs muffled under Rafe’s hand.

He leads you to his truck, opening the door and throwing you in as he makes his way to the driver seat. He immediately locks the doors, pressing child lock knowing you would try to escape.

“Rafe this isn’t funny…why, why are y-you doing this to me? Is this some kind of sick joke?” You cry, staring at him while you cowered in your seat. You were honestly terrified, fully aware of what he was capable of.

Rafe doesn’t even glance your way once, keeping his eyes on the road as he drives off heading for Tanny Hill. The ride there was quiet other than the sounds of you choking on your sobs.

He pulls into Tanny Hill as you look over to your house, senarios filling your head with how you could make a run for it. You were cut from your thoughts when Rafe opens the passenger door. You jump out and run, only to get your hair yanked and your mouth covered to drown your screams.

“You really shouldn’t have done that y/n. You just don’t listen, do you?” Rafe snapped. He drags you into Tanny Hill, slams and locks the door, as he throws you on the ground, towering above you.

“Please…Rafe, you’re a-actually s-scaring me.” You tremble as tears spill from your eyes.

“You’re so pretty when you cry baby.” Rafe leans down and wipes the tears from your eyes.

“You don’t have to d-do this…please let me go home.” You sob, hoping he had the slightest amount of decency to let you go.

“I’m going to make you mine. I will do whatever I please and you’ll be a good girl and take it, yeah? By the time I’m done with you, I’ll own you again princess. You will always be mine. Remember that, so keep crying and see if I care.“ Rafe spoke with a threatening tone, his foot planted on your throat, you could almost feel your airways tightening.

“You can’t just kidnap me and expect me to fall at your feet! I-I don’t understand Rafe..we broke up. I broke up with you. It’s been six months..w-why all of a sudden are you doing this to me?” You yelp out.

Rafe pulls your hair, angling your head just enough so you are looking straight into his eyes. His beautiful eyes, normally a shade of blue were now completely blank and dark.

“Just…shut the fuck up, yeah? You’re really starting to get on my nerves. No more fucking questions. I’ll put your mouth to use in a bit, but for now? Keep that pretty little mouth shut. ” Rafe orders.

He takes a seat on the stairs, his index and middle finger motioning for you to come. “Now crawl to me.” He demands.

You shake your head in shock. This is what he wanted, he knew exactly what gets you off. Just a little over six months ago you’d gladly crawl to him and submit but right now? You really didn’t want to feed his ego.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear him.

“I said crawl. Get on all fours and come here slut. You’ll learn to obey and be my good girl, my little whore all over again.” Rafe booms.

This time you crawl to him. He yanks you by the hair and pulls you up, and for a split second you swear your feet were dangling.

Rafe leads you up the stairs to his room and throws you on the bed. Next thing you know he was laying on top of you with his face hovering above yours. You could feel his breath on you.

You hate to admit it but your pussy throbbed for him no matter how wrong the situation was. Rafe knew how to get to you, easily, and you hated him for it.

“I’ve been wanting to get you back in my bed y/n, you underneath me just like this, you don’t even understand.” Rafe whispers, his tone chilling.

He rips your top off, eyes locked on your tits as he discards your bra throwing it on the ground. You’re trying to fight him off, kicking and screaming but it was no use.

“Fuck, god damn baby girl. I missed you, missed your fuckin’ tits.” Rafe groans as he brings his hands up to give them a firm squeeze. He snakes down towards your skirt, fingers grazing over your thighs.

“No! Please let me go! I just know JJ is waiting for me and wondering where I am!” You yell, nails clawing at him. You were still trying to get Rafe off of you but he had your hands above your head, his grip on your wrists too strong.

“Don’t bring up that dirty little pogue ever again. You won’t be seeing him anymore, got it? I’ll take care of him if I have to.” Rafe seethes.

“Fuck you Rafe. You are fucking insane!” You scream.

“You can fight me all you want princess. You know you love it. I just know your cunt is needy and wet f’me.” Rafe licks his lips eager to stick his dick in you but he wanted to take his time, enjoy every second of it.

Rafe goes to lift your skirt up revealing your red lace panties, a wet patch on them. Your pussy betrayed you. You knew this would happen and you knew you were beyond fucked.

“Would you look at that? You’re getting off to this shit hmmm? Told you, I know you baby girl. You’re just the same needy little slut you were f’me months ago huh?” Rafe laughs as he rips your panties off of you.

“R-rafe, please no! Wait, p-please, no!” You yell in a panic. You were confused. Your mind didn’t want this, atleast not like this..not right now. Meanwhile, your pussy is begging him to ravage you, stretch you open and ruin your insides.

Rafe automatically twitches in his shorts. He unbuckles his belt, pulling it off effortlessly with one hand, wrapping it tightly around your wrists and tying it to the headboard. It was definitely going to leave marks and bruises.

“Let’s get things straight. You will do as I say when I say it y/n, understood?”

“So open wide, let daddy take care of you yeah?” Rafe coos, bringing a finger up to your lips.

“Yes sir. I understand.” You’re not sure why you obeyed without being told twice. You open up and just as you do, Rafe spits into your mouth.

“Swallow, like the good little whore that I know you to be.” Rafe demands. You obey once again, a tingling sensation coming from your cunt.

He shoves two fingers in your mouth. You try not to gag as he slips a third finger in, sliding in and out of your mouth. You were completely vulnerable, just how Rafe wanted you.

He stops to pull his shorts and boxers off. His hard cock springing out and slapping his stomach. Rafe is aching and throbbing, his precum leaking from his red tip, needing release.

“Oh shit, yes, fuck yes. Take this fucking cock baby.” Rafe moans as he shoves his length down your throat.

He’s fucking into your mouth as if it was your pussy, using you, thrusting in and out. He’s pinching your nose, restricting your airways, but that doesn’t stop him.

Rafe’s balls are slapping your chin as he fucked into you, his only focus was making himself feel good.

“Look at you doing so well princess. That’s it, you got it. You’re such a good girl.” Rafe praises, his hand brushing the side of your cheek, giving it a slap.

He pulls out, your mouth is full of drool that is dripping down the sides of your lips.

He makes his way down to your pussy, it’s glistening on full display for him. He brings his hand up to your cunt as he gives it a couple harsh slaps.

“Ahhh! Fuck Rafe!! It h-hurts! Please.,no more!” You scream in pain.

“I love to hear you scream, just turns me on more.” Rafe grunts. His words making your pussy involuntarily fucking tremble.

Rafe grabs your chin, giving your cheek a firm slap once again, making you flinch.

He grabs your legs and pulls them up, shoving them back as far as they’d go, giving him the best view of your dripping cunt. He gives you no warning as he slams his cock into your pussy.

“Fuck you Rafe!” You spit. You fucking hated how your body reacted to him, submitting to him. You squirm beneath him.

“Y/n, stop fucking moving. Just relax sweetheart. Shit, look at how wet you are, my cock is soaked.” Rafe smirks, groans escaping his mouth.

You’re sobbing and moaning all at once, unsure of how you feel right now with your ex’s cock shoved deep in your pussy. You hated him, or were you just trying to convince yourself you did? You didn’t even know at this point.

“Beg for me baby girl. Beg me to fuck you harder, come on. You know you want to, want you to look at me.” Rafe taunts, holding your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Please R-Rafe….fuck me…fuck me harder, faster!” You beg, words barely audible.

You honestly missed him no matter how toxic he was. It was obvious, you’d destroy yourself just for him, no matter the cost. You hated yourself for it.

“Going to be a good girl for me? Hmm, daddy’s little whore?” Rafe questions.

“Yes sir, your good little whore. Please Rafe, need your cock. Feels sooo good, want to cum.” You breathe out.

“Oh you thought this was ‘bout you and making you cum? Nah, that’s not gonna happen baby girl. Only I get to cum.” Rafe teases.

Rafe unties you from the headboard and flips you over so you’re on your stomach.

“Ass up, all the way.” Rafe orders, slapping your ass so hard, sure to leave a handprint.

Rafe gets up and with one hand pushes your back down so your stomach and side of your face is shoved into the bed. This way he can thrust deeper into your pussy. He rams his length into your soaked cunt, slamming in and out of you like his life depended on it.

He brings the hand that was on your back up to your hair yanking it making you look at him as your neck contorted at a weird angle, his other hand gripping your throat. The only thing heard in the room are his loud moans, your excessive sobs and his body ramming into yours, balls slapping your pussy.

“You love that huh you little slut? If I find out you’re fucking around with that damn pogue..well let’s just say..you don’t want to know what will happen alright? I will be the only one you fuck, you got that y/n? I own this pussy, I own you, sweetheart.” Rafe warns, with a spine-chilling grin.

“Yes…sir, I understand. You own me, all of me. No one else, you are the only one who gets to fuck me.” You whimper, wanting to cum so badly but knowing you couldn’t was killing you.

“Fuck that’s right baby girl, you’re going to make me cum. This cunt is going to be filled to the brim.” Rafe grunts, picking up the pace, his thrusts getting more sloppy.

“Rafe, no, I-I’m not on birth control a-anymore…” You stutter.

“That supposed to stop me princess? I’m cumming in this pussy. Going to fill you up, you’ll be having my babies y/n.” Rafe grunts.

Rafe positions himself so that one leg is over your body, his foot pressed on your head, not too hard but just enough to keep you down. His body slightly turned to the side while the other leg is kneeling inbetween your legs. He continues to slam his cock into you, his thrusts getting sloppy.

You’re moaning and screaming, begging Rafe to not cum in your pussy. “Please pull out daddy, want your cum on my face!” You whine, trembling on your knees.

“Oh I’m fucking cumming baby girl. Ah fuck! This pussy is squeezing me so tight, draining my fuckin’ dick. Feels s’god damn good, shit!”Rafe moans out loud, followed by more curses falling from his lips.

“Ahhh Rafe! Fuck! Yes, yes, yes your cum feels so good filling me up.” You scream. Rafe’s cock pulsates in your cunt, his warm seed filling you up. You haven’t felt this sensation in months, the thought of getting pregnant completely left your mind.

Rafe pulls out, pushing your head down so your pussy is in view. You’re absolutely shaking, the amazing feeling of his cum dripping from your cunt taking over.

“Yeah watch as my cum drips from your swollen pussy.” Rafe grunts, a sinister smile leaving his lips knowing he has you twisted around his damn finger.

“I love it daddy, so hot watching your cum leak out of me.” You whimper, rolling your eyes, saying exactly what Rafe wanted to hear.

Once Rafe pulls his shorts back on, he reaches in the drawer on his nightstand as he pulls out a small red box. He opens it, revealing a gold initial necklace, letter R with diamonds on it. Little did you know, Rafe hid a tracker in one of the diamonds.

“You know I love you right? I needed to do this, for us.” Rafe yanks your head back as he gives you a kiss on the lips, putting the necklace on you.

You know he’s lying, he doesn’t love you. You can’t help it though, even though he constantly hurts you, you will never stop truly loving him. He may not have loved you at all, but you were irrevocably in love with him.

“I know.. I love you too Rafe.” You sniffle, looking away from him. Too busy drowning in your thoughts, knowing you’d never escape Rafe Cameron.

“Told you, you’re mine, always will be. You’ll be the death of me y/n y/ln.” Rafe was determined to engrave that into your brain.

tagging a few mooties: @rafesthroatbaby @drudyslut @lyndys @babygorewhore @rafesmuse @oceandriveab @rafescokewhore

[cherryredstars]

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x gn!reader

Warnings: Fluff, References to Trauma/PTSD

Summary: Simon in a relationship!

A/N: Love this man, and I’m not sorry.

Word Count: 1.7K (Edited)

Ideally, Simon wouldn’t want to date someone with a military career like him. All he really wants is to have someone to come back home to, and that’s hard when the both of you might be deployed at different times. Plus, he doesn’t want anyone else to see the things he’s seen. He can barely take care of himself with all the PTSD he keeps with him, he doesn’t know how he would be able to care for someone else who’s struggling like him.

At the same time, he’s paranoid of strangers. You never know what they might be hiding, if they’re undercover spies of some sort or hitmen trying to kill the man that’s already dead. He knows everyone has secret intentions, everyone always wants something. Even if it isn’t malicious in nature. 

I don’t think Simon would date an overly nice neighbor who wants to take care of him when he returns from missions. He’d be too suspicious of them and think they’re trying to poison him with the food they bring him. I think his partner would end up being someone he meets purely by accident or someone he sees constantly. Like a barista at the local coffee shop or a cashier at the grocery store he used to work at. If it’s by accident, it must be the most bizarre scenario ever, or else he’ll think it was set up. Like maybe you storm up to him, accusing him of something and he has no idea what you’re talking about, only to find out you're chewing out the wrong person. 

Simon would take it slow, not promising you anything. But, he’d still ask you if you would like to hangout after he gets back from duty. When you agree, he thinks about it all the way to base, then pushes it out of his mind once he puts on his skull mask. There isn't any time for distractions if he wants to make sure that hangout happens. You guys would go on multiple dates before he asks you to go out with him. He finds the tiniest bit of tension falls off his shoulders when you say yes. 

In the beginning of your relationship, Simon never had his back turned towards you. When you guys are together, he’s always facing you or trailing behind you. He never stood besides you and when you guys slept in the same bed, his chest was facing you with a slight space between the two of you. He never really let you touch his back or hug him for more than a second. This was because it, literally and figuratively, prevented you from stabbing him in the back. He went through a lot of shit before he met you, still has to deal with it when he gets deployed for duty, so it’s natural for him to be distrusting and cautious. Even towards someone he agreed to attach himself to.

The day you walked into a room and he didn’t instantly turn around confused you. You thought that maybe he didn’t hear you, so you kindly announce your presence. When you tell him that you’re there, he still doesn’t turn around and continues what he’s doing. All he responds with is, “I know.” You had blinked in confusion before the widest smile appeared on your face. You said nothing else and continued doing what you needed to in the kitchen, both of your backs turned to each other. That same night, Simon turned on his side in his sleep, his chest facing away from you for the first time. 

Simon’s love language is physical touch, and he thinks it’s the cruelest joke ever because that’s the thing that scares him the most now. He’s scared to touch you. He’s scared his rough hands will tear up your skin like sandpaper. Scared that he’ll hold on to you too strongly and you will bruise and shatter under his touch. He’s scared that when he removes his hands from you, a bloody hand print will stain your skin, just like the blood of the thousands of people he’s killed stains his. He has to build up to it. Has to flex his hands to stop himself from constantly grabbing on to you. He keeps a small bottle of hand sanitizer in his pocket, and he uses it whenever he has that urge to touch you, like maybe it’ll protect you from him if he gives in. When he comes home from a mission, he washes his hands raw before he gets into bed and holds you. 

When he finally touches you, it’s small touches. The brushing of knuckles as he passes you, a small grip on the back hem of your shirt to tell you to stop walking, linking your pinkies together on a busy street, him brushing a bit of hair out of your face when you talk to him. Fleeting things that never last long but causes his heart to soar hours afterwards and for you to smile the rest of the day. As the relationship progresses, they last longer and get more bolder. But they still have the same effect on the both of you. 

His favorite receiving love language from his partners are acts of service. Likes when he goes to the cupboard, knowing he’s on his last tea bag, only to find a brand new box of tea next to the old one. Loves when he comes home from a mission to find his mug already on the counter and the kettle is on. Likes walking into the bedroom to find a set of clothing laid out on the bed for him. He appreciates that you already have dinner in the fridge for him to heat up, that you already took out the trash and washed the dishes so he doesn’t feel compelled to do them in his exhausted state. 

His heart warms when he sees his spaces. Or the spaces that are meant to be filled with his things. Like they’ve been waiting for him, like you’ve been waiting for him. He likes walking through the door and seeing the empty space on the floor next to your sneakers, meant to hold Simon’s heavy duty boots. When he walks into the kitchen, he stares at his place at the table that is already set for him with a small smile. Likes the empty hangers in the closet where he’s supposed to hang his clothes back up once they’re washed. Finds warmth in the dusty spots on the bathroom shelves where his hygiene products were placed before he left. Likes walking towards the shared bed after his shower, finding you fast asleep and his side of the bed empty. He likes filling those spots with his things, it’s like time didn’t continue when he left. Like nothing has changed and he was only gone for a few hours instead of months. He loves when you wrap your arms around him, pushing yourself into his side in your sleep. Your arms are his favorite Simon space. 

Despite the fact you do almost all the house chores, only because he's not home to do them himself, he refuses to let you touch his gear bag and clean the stuff in it. He’s scared all the bad things Ghost’s mask was present for would crawl out and hurt you. He tells you it’s fine, that he’ll wash the blood and dirt stained uniform, that he’ll put away everything in the bag. When he’s finished, he shoves the military bag to the back of his side of the closet, vanishing the skull mask from the light. It doesn’t belong there anyways. 

Simon is hesitant to let the rest of the team meet you. The team and you are two different parts of his life, each of you get a side of him the other doesn’t. He’s scared of what will happen when they clash. When Ghost invades Simon’s life off of the field. You reassure him the whole time the both of you get ready to go to a bar the team wanted to have celebratory drinks at. Simon is still nervous, but he can’t help the small smile that grows around the rim of his glass as he watches his family interact as one. He smiles even more when none of the boys hesitate to protect you from handsy customers who want to try their shot with you. That’s good, he thinks. It’s good that you’ll have people to take care of you if he never makes it back home to you. 

Of course, Simon gives you his dog tag. But, the dog tag Simon gives you is different. It’s slightly rusted, older. One that holds a past he has yet to share with you completely. This tag exists before Ghost and Task Force 141. It’s a tag from when Simon was in the SAS, before he was hurt and betrayed by the world as badly. When you ask him why he gave you this tag instead of his more updated tags, his answer echoes in your head: “Because that Simon is the one I am when I’m with you. That’s the Simon I want you to remember me as.” You never took off his dog tag afterwards. 

When Simon stands at the front door in the early hours of the morning, dressed in tactical gear with his military bag at his side, you both stand and stare at each other. He lets you put on his skull mask, the only time he’ll ever let you touch it. In those quiet moments where you both wait for one of the team to pick him up, you ask him in a whisper to come home because you’ll be waiting for him. He doesn’t promise anything, only says that’s his plan.

You never need to ask him why he lets you put on the mask for him. The both of you already know the reason. You already know it’s Ghost’s gift to you. It’s Ghost giving you Simon to take care of. You know it's because Simon is the safest when he’s with you. You know because, every night before he has to leave again, Simon vows to go wherever you are when he thinks you’re asleep. When Ghost walks out the door and closes it behind him, you know it’s Ghost that will be returning home, not Simon. And that’s because Simon never left, he’s right there with you. Everywhere you go.

Simon content pre-write 2.

[cagesofgold]

eren jaeger headcanons <3

🎵teenage fever - Drake 🎧

His favorite way to unwind is to play with your hair. Due to having longer hair himself he’s grown accustomed to the different skill sets required to craft different hair styles, and actually, is really good at it. His fingers are lithe and nimble and are able to weave through strands with ease.

He drives an all black car with tinted windows, and has a polaroid of you in a photo booth with him on your first date in a plastic case hanging from his rear view mirror.

he also always makes sure to keep your favorite snacks in the car, as he’s a guy who’s bound to text you at 2am asking bout some “you up for a drive?” 💀

in terms of tattoos despite popular belief, i personally think he’d keep it on the minimal side. He’d maybe have some on his arms - or a sleeve, but he likes to keep them tidy. Although, he is one of those guys that would have that tiktok thirst trap spider on his chest or adjacent to his v line…..

this mf smells gooooood, he’s so paranoid about smelling bad because of Jean saying he smelt like a burning pile of bodies in high school and hasn’t been able to shake the fear since.

despite not being overly adorned in tattoos he does like piercings. He’s got about five on his ears and has a nose piercing but he always forgets about it.

loves reality shows. A few months into your relationship he noticed you watching them and acted with his full chest that he had no interest, yet as the weeks rolled by he somehow got closer and closer to the couch and before you knew it he was fully shouting over Lisa Rinna. (You’ve also seen him following over 30 housewives from the different shows on instagram…)

cannot stand metal music because he spent his entire childhood covering his ears from where it bled from under Mikasa’s door. (Otherwise he’d probably enjoy it)

he’d dress quite simply, mainly with blacks and whites and would sometimes mix and match with some red or green, but i don’t think he’s as ambitious as some of his friends fashion wise, but he still looks good as hell.

his favorite holiday is with out a doubt halloween, is some of this because he spent so long as a child building the most elaborate scares for the kids on his street? maybe. but he also likes autumn as a season so that has something to do with it.

doesn’t get along with his dad too well but is a total mamas boy. He visits her at least twice a month considering they live in different cities.

is a cat person, but when he was younger he liked dogs more as according to him they were “much radder” - his own words 💀, but as he got older and became more subdued he developed a preference for cats.

has anxiety that he manages to hide, he wasn’t used to being comforted and it took a while for him to fully open up to you.

despite smoking weed with Jean and connie almost every other day he still makes a dramatic scene any time Zeke lights a cigarette around him, i’m talking coughing and clutching his chest, Zeke’s standing there like this 🧍‍♀️waiting for him to stop his fucking shenanigans.

if you want to go out with Eren Jaeger prepare to be a victim of the sassy man apocalypse, because my god, this man is relentless, and the SIDE EYE on this mf is ridiculous. He could knock down an army with his sass alone.

takes good care of his hair, oils it twice a week and does hair masks in order to keep it soft and shiny. He can’t have his gorgeous girl going out with some guy with brittle, greasy ass hair…

goes to the gym but doesn’t like it very much. he goes most days for at least an hour but never posts gym pics on his instagram or anything, he just has no interest apart from maintaining his body.

cannot sleep without you. he can try, sure, but he’ll never be successful. Before you both decided to move in together he was at your house every night, nuzzled against your body with light breaths slipping from his lips, which sparked the conversation, why not just move in, you’re here everyday anyway?

tends to bottle things up, and if something is bothering him you will have to work it out of him slowly…but he’s trying, for you he’s trying.

his lock screen is a photo of you asleep against his chest, he just thought you looked so peaceful.

gets embarrassingly competitive in just dance, threw a Wii at Connie once because he made him lose a perfect score on timber.

finally, he loves stargazing, especially with you. He’ll take you out to a deserted street, a bag full of snacks and a joint as you both lay on the hood of his car, chatting about whatever comes to mind, and it’s at those moments, when his eyes focus on the slope of your nose and the shape of your mouth, that he feels a warmth inside him he’s never felt before. <3

[adelheidvonschicksal]

hiii!! how are you? god, it's my first time requesting and I'm super awkward but I've been kinda having this dark mc brain rot! what would the love and Deepspace boys do with a secret gambler mc who's just like yumeko jabami? that'd be so interesting! feel free to ignore this ask if that makes you uncomfortable and have a nice day!

🎲 LND Scenarios with Dark Gambler!MC

🎲 Synopsis: Love and Deepspace men dealing with their dark gambler partner's eccentrics.

🎲 Pairing: LND x GN!Reader

🎲 Content Warning: sexual undertones, mild humor, no pronouns/looks mentioned (Jabami is for the aesthetic), Zayne is the only one vibing, there's no mercy in kitty cards!

🎲 A/N: Thanks for letting me take a crack at your request. I never watched Kakeguri but I think I got the vibe! I did tone the behavior down a little to fit LND more but I think you'll be satisfied. Zayne's part turned into my favorite even though I had the hardest time thinking of a scene for him!

“Let me have a turn.”

Xavier shudders at the dark aura he senses behind him despite the sweet smile plastered on your face. It’s almost like seeing a demon reflecting in the glass of the claw machine but in the form of an angel. He knew it was a bad idea to come to the arcade. He was no good at the machine no matter how much he tried and the nearly empty bowl where his tokens once laid was the proof.

“It’s alright. I didn’t think I could get it anyway. I’m not really good at this game.”

You frown at him. “It’s not you, love. These games are designed to cheat people out their money. It's disgusting really.”

Xavier gulps at that word. Cheat. If there was one thing you hated in this world, it was unfairness. The crooked smile forming on your face forces him to return eye contact with the special edition bunny plush he’s failed to get time and time again. Somehow, he sees fear in its eyes.

“I’ll get it for you.” Your hand reaches into the coin bowl; each clink makes his throat tighten as you finally pull out one of the coins between your fingers. “That bunny will be coming home with us.”

Xavier knows there’s little he can do when you sound that determined. Luckily, you won the bunny in two attempts.

“Ta-da! A fluffy bunny for my fluffy bunny.”

A sense of relief washes over him when the round rabbit hits his hands. Maybe he was being overly paranoid. However, his relief is quickly buffed out by anxiety when he sees you place another coin in the machine. It’s only a few seconds before the chimes of the machine go off again. Then, you pass him another toy, a carrot this time.

“Every bunny needs a snack!” you coo, but your tone carries that familiar edge that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand. “Now, whom shall we capture next?”

To Xavier, it sounds less like a question and more like a decree of war. “I think these two are more than enough for today."

“Xavier, this game stole forty dollars from you. I’m not going to let it get away with that,” you declare, proving it was just as he feared as your voice lowers. “Now, which one do you want, dear? Oh, I know, I'll just win them all for you! How does that sound?" you ask, but Xavier is eerily aware that it won’t matter what he says when you’re like this.

“Here we go!” you mewl as the claw begins to whir up.

Ignoring the shiver that climbs up his spine when your voice drips with the venom of ecstasy, there’s little Xavier can do but take another step back, buy another bowl of coins, and hold them for you as the role of a supportive boyfriend.

It’s an hour later when he finds himself surrounded by plushies, much more than he can hold, and the fear that you’re going to get kicked out the arcade any second.

“Cleaned out again!” you announce with a shrill breathy gasp, the giggle you give reminding him of the maniacal laughter Lemonette chortles out whenever the wanderer sprays lemon juice in his eyes. “Tell the employees we need another refill.”

“We don't have enough hands to carry all the ones you already won.”

“What?” Your focus finally breaks from the game and to the many toys scattered on the floor around him, overtaking his feet, then to the worried look on his face. “I went overboard again, didn’t I?”

Xavier sighs. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

“How do you suggest I do that?” he asks with a shake of his head. “You’re impossible to stop.”

You flutter your eyelashes at him innocently. “I did get you your bunny though!”

“At the cost of the poor arcade owner’s precious sanity,” he reminds you but the smile on his face is less than scolding when he sees the guilty sulk you have and the lax of your shoulders. “Let’s find a donation center to drop these little guys off. We’ll count it as our good deed for the month.”

“Good idea! How about we surprise all the kids at the hospital?” you agree. Xavier chuckles. There’s the angel again.

“Pretty please, Rafayel!”

The painter rolls his eyes, scooting further away from you to find a different spot on the floor to sit as you crawl after him. Rafayel turns his head away and strokes his paintbrush down the center of his canvas.

“No. Now, go away. Shoo. Shoo, go paw at someone else,” he says, waving the wet paintbrush at you.

“But no one else will play with me,” you whine.

“I wonder why?”

You are terrifying when you play kitty cards. Unfortunately, he was once the only one foolish enough to play with you because he wasn’t aware of how you got when you gambled even when the winnings were only a few pieces of chocolate. He knows better now. Despite your cute precious face, you were evil incarnate when it came to games.

“Surely, you pity me my dear sweet, gorgeous boyfriend. Did I forget to mention talented?” You give him the puppy eyes to try to wear down his resolve; your hand glides over his bangs, lovingly pushing them from his face. As much as he loves trying to make you happy, this is one of the few things in the world that he refuses to listen to you about.

“As true as all of that may be, I prefer living thanks,” he says before switching brushes to another color. A splash of blue would be excellent.

“Is this about last time?” you ask him. “It was an accident.”

“You nearly broke my hand!”

“You were trying to swap the kitties!” you yell back. Rafayel was a no-good cheater when it came to playing games and not the least bit sorry about it. It’s not your fault that you grabbed his hand by reflex nor that he was so dramatic about it.

“So, the sentence is hand breaking? That's cruel and unusual punishment!” he says with a gasp.

"Is it wrong to take away your tool for cheating?"

“Have you forgotten what I do for a living? You might as well lay me out in the sun to dry.”

Sighing, you decide to agree with him. You suppose you could be a little competitive when it came to games. Besides, they say it’s easier to catch more flies with honey. “Look, I’m sorry, baby,” you apologize and smooth out a hand over his thigh. “How about I give you a super special prize if you win.”

Rafayel barely looks at you from the corner of his eyes that slowly drop to where your hand rests on his leg. You’re on your hands and knees next to him, perched up like a cat begging to be petted.

“I’m listening,” he says, continuing to mix his paints. Purring, you lean in and whisper in his ear the prizes you’re willing to trade for him to play one little round with you.

His heart races with each word. It’s suddenly becoming harder to keep the stroke of the brush straight when your hand starts to trail further and further up his thigh. “Well, when you put it that way—” and he almost gives in until he sees the corner of your lips curling up into a smirk. “Wait. No. I refuse.”

“Not even if—” and you whisper in his ear again. He swears the brush handle will splinter if he grips it any tighter. His face is glowing a light red by the time you pull away. He might be Lumerian but he’s still a man; it’s difficult to bury the memories of pleasure under the memories of his fingers squeezing in your hard grip the last time you caught him cheating. He manages, somehow.

“How easy do you think I am? I’m not open for business whenever you want, darling.” He manages to spat out, not exactly the best rejection but it’ll suffice.

You puff up your cheeks at him. “You’re the meanest boyfriend ever!”

“And you’re evil when a card gets in your hand,” he argues back. The last thing he sees is the red of your shirt as you pounce on him and blue paint spilling across the floor.

“You’re so nice, Zayne. You’re the only one who's brave enough to play against me.”

Zayne glances up from the stack of cards in his hands to catch your tongue glancing over your lips to wet them as you stare him down with dilated eyes. He expected you to get worked up but not quite this early into the game.

“I had the free time today.”

The real reason he schedules these regular games with you is to keep your strange habit under control, like providing a little bit of a drug to an addict; or in simpler terms, walking an overly energetic Husky so it won’t tear up the furniture. It beats the many times you ring him up at two in the morning, needing him to come rescue you out of a tough situation. He knows you’ll never learn your lesson with him always swooping in when needed, but he can’t stand the possibility of you getting hurt should he not come to your rescue every time you over bet your hand and need him to win back your money for you. The doctor never really expected to be a poker or kitty card expert at this age but alas.

“I’m guessing there’s at least one Kitty Plot in your hand, am I right?” you ask him; and he doesn’t understand how you sound more excited each time he obtains another assist card.

“And if I told you there was?”

The giggle you let out sounds much too vulgar for a simple game of kitty cards, but he’s used to this eccentricity of yours at this point. “Then that means I get to beat you even when you’re at your best!”

You slap down a Freeze card and Skip card. There’s not much he can do other than draw his assist card and ride out your next turn. In the next phase, you throw out another assist card, one that will allow you to restock your empty number stockpile and seal your victory.  

“Any last words?” you ask him. He can see that you’re starting to twitch with the excitement that comes from besting him. It’s the most dramatic thing he’s seen, but he’d be a liar to say it wasn’t…satisfying…to watch your face fill with shock as he blocks your finishing move with a Meow This. Maybe you were rubbing off on him after all, he muses.

“You held on to that all this time?” you ask him, recalling the many chances he could’ve blocked your earlier plays. You were aware he was luring you into a trap by playing the slow game, but you thought you could get around it this time. With a dreamy sigh, you cup your cheek in your hand. “I should’ve known. Just careless.”

“Any last words?” he asks, mocking your earlier victory line.

“None I’m afraid. I’m completely at your mercy; helpless in the face of your onslaught,” you tell him, and he ignores the little tilt of seduction lacing your voice and the squirming of your thighs as he starts erasing every point you’ve earned.

Slowly, your points decrease one by one as he throws out assist after assist while you let out little whimpers and mutter compliments under your breath with each cup color change and point reducer he throws out.

You’re going to lose! Again! He’s incredible as always.

But you’re offered deliverance when instead of erasing the six points of your blue kitty the cup color changes to match it. You hear Zayne “tch” under his breath, and you can’t help but laugh when he finally has to give up and fill the last white kitty cup with a pathetic low-level kitten.

In the end, you only won by two points but that was all you needed.

“I won…I won!” you repeat, rocking back and forth as you hug yourself and toss your head back. “I finally beat you! You won’t believe how long I waited for this day! Now what should my prize be?” You fall back onto the floor, kicking your feet. “It’s so hard to decide. I honestly didn’t think this day would come! There are so many things I’ve dreamed of making you do for me!”

Zayne presses his lips into a thin line as he begins to collect the kittens from the cup. “Calm down. You’re drooling on the carpet,” he exaggerates, not that you're in the right mind to listen.

“I got it. I know just what I want,” you squeal, holding your finger in your mouth to muffle your laughs. Zayne tenses when you sit up, much like a vampire from a horror movie, and lock eyes with him; he doesn’t think he’s felt so targeted since his days in the military.

“Meow for me, Zayne,” you demand, and his face burns at the ridiculousness of your request.

“You—”

“Are you backing out? That’s poor sportsmanship especially considering I took every nasty medicine each time you won.”

Zayne shakes his head. “No. I was simply thinking that’s surprisingly tame for you.”

You lift your eyebrows curiously. “So, does that mean?”

Zayne leans in over the table. In this position, he can see how your face softens from that lust-filled haze that gambling always manages to place over you. He doesn’t know if you can actually get embarrassed, but you certainly look flustered as he locks eyes with you.

“Meow.”

“Oh,” you gasp, eyes wide. “T-That was absolutely wonderful,” you blurt out with a clasp of your hands. “Do it again.”

“It was a one-time deal,” Zayne rejects before straightening his back.

“I didn’t think you would do it. One more little meow for me?” you plead. “This was a special victory, and I didn’t get to enjoy my winnings properly.”

“If you want to hear it again, I’m afraid you’ll have to beat me a second time,” he answers bluntly.

“And if you win?”

“You do what I want.”

“Which is?”

Zayne smirks at you. “All I can tell you is that I’ll ask for much more than a meow.”

“You’re on! You’re on! You’re on! What better way to solidify my position as the best kitty card player than with a streak?”

“I take it we’re playing on Hell Mode then.”

“What do you mean? It’s always heaven playing against you, Zayne. You’re the only one who can give an actual challenge,” you sweetly coo, nearly a moan. “Unfortunately, your reign will officially be coming to an end. I’m going to beat you without luck; and when I do, I think I’ll make you meow and purr for my reward.”

“Hurry and restart the match then if you believe that.”

Zayne watches as you excitedly set the game back up. He supposes that this type of gambling is more fun than gambling with chocolates. At least until he sees your social media message the next morning.

Guess who finally toppled the old king and became the new Ruler of Kitty Cards? I won’t name them. No one asked. It’s not polite to be a sore loser, my adorable meowing subject.

[weebsinstash]

Hello! I don’t know if you do this but I was wondering what your thoughts were for a Yandere Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel? I’m having trouble writing a good representation of him and would like some advice.

Honestly I'm gonna humble myself and say that it took reading someone else's post to make me like, REALLY notice the nuances of Lucifer's character

This post right here literally made me rewatch his scenes and go "oh wow he IS like DANGEROUSLY DEPRESSED"

He doesn't remember Charlie told him where she is, or what she's doing, and he can barely follow a conversation despite clearly trying to pay attention. He also just seems kind of scattered, and um, HE LITERALLY MAKES A JOKE ABOUT DYING FROM FALLING OFF THE HOTEL BALCONY like dude is making jokes about death in front of his fucking daughter, like my dudes, I think this guy is BARELY holding himself together

He clearly loves loves LOVES Charlie but he doesn't really know how to properly articulate himself and I have a feeling there's a lot he's concealing from her, and another big question is, is his depression from being cast out of Heaven, or from something to do with his missing wife, or a combination of both? Either way this man is clearly dealing with like, really bad issues. And Charlie also mentioned he wasn't around a whole lot when she was younger, so... did he have depression back then too?

So, that all said, I feel like a yandere Lucifer would almost be, potentially invigorated by his darling? Given a new lease on life? He may not be 100% his old self again but, you get him to like, 65, maybe 70% on a good day. You give him another reason to get out of bed in the morning, or afternoon, or evening or, whenever he can drag his depressed ass out of bed

Given what we currently know, I feel like a romantic yandere Lucifer would pretend to only be platonic and do his best to poorly conceal his feelings because of his whole... "can't ask his missing wife if it's ok for you to be their third" ordeal, the man still wears his wedding ring, and a platonic yandere Lucifer basically adopts you like another kid, because uh, I mean for one he apparently canonically missed a lot of Charlie's childhood, and he's also an ancient fallen angel, so he's got that age advantage on you no matter how old you are. I mean what are a few decades when he's literally thousands upon thousands upon thousands--you get the idea

Yandere Lucifer would want to stay close to you, helping watch over you, maaaaaybe being overly paranoid about you randomly disappearing and going missing For Very Obvious Reasons, and in the process he winds up being unintentionally overbearing. I mean, he did it in irritation, but he basically showed up at Charlie's hotel immediately saying it was a dump and all of HER FRIENDS were 'a bunch of losers'. He never completely pulls his punches when there's something he's displeased with, even if it has something to do with someone he loves, so his darling would get much of the same treatment. "Ohhhhh, you uh, you wanted to move across the city? That's, um, definitely a fun idea! BuuuuuUuuut, what IF, instead of doing that--", like, he tries to playfully tug you in 'the right direction' until you make him put his foot down

Hmmm... what would him losing his cool look like... well, we've already seen that he doesn't mind throwing hands and WILL KILL, but will stop if he's asked to or there's a good reason. With you, though, you're not typically going to be there to stop him from offing any rivals or bad influences, so I imagine he'd be kinda casual about it, actually! He already thinks pretty lowly of Sinners, so say he finds out you've been ditching him and Charlie to go out drinking with strangers, making new friends, maybe having a few one night stands? Yeah, some of those people definitely aren't calling you back, and Lucifer doesn't really see a problem with it. These people are kind of the worst and really don't deserve you, anyways! If anything he's helping clean up Hell for you and his daughter and keeping you safe :)

Losing his cool with YOU... I think would involve him using his powers to finally confine you, maybe even going demon mode to intimidate you into submission in a very dad-esque "now you listen HERE" kind of way. We don't really know the scope and scale of his powers but I can picture him at least being, obviously much stronger than he looks, and transforming to fly you "back home" where he puts you in your room where no one can reach you without his explicit permission (and you also can't leave~)

One second you're just drunk and jokingly defying him, teasing him, maybe even picking him up and swinging him around because you're bigger than him, to you he's just a silly little guy! Meanwhile this Grown Ass Man Who Is Also The Actual Devil is getting more than just a little frustrated you basically view him as a wacky little cartoon more than a grown man, one who has had sex and has had two wives and sired a child. You're just teasing him and stumbling around drunk when he's trying to get you to your hotel room to get to bed to sleep, like you're clearly not taking him seriously, maybe even playfully putting your hands on him (TOTALLY not riling him up in 'fun' ways) and he finally just huffs and snaps his fingers and, you're suddenly magic'd to bed! You're laying there blinking confused and he's tucking you in and chuckling that "you're such a handful!" before leaving you to sleep and somehow INSTANTLY knowing when you're up.

You ARE in his house, after all...

Not to be gross but uh..... I'm not saying "yandere Lucifer who has the power to still get a Sinner pregnant if he wanted to and you wind up fooling around with him and you're waking up with his little apple symbol on your lower tummy as one of those like hentai womb tattoos to show you're pregnant" but uhhhhhhhhhhyeah that's what I'm saying, and whether it was accidentally or intentionally, he's keeping it, and thus, keeping YOU

I just feel like he'd be very goofy and awkward and bad at hiding his feelings and being very clearly overprotective and jealous in ways everyone else but you manages to pick up on (god Alastor would have some MATERIAL) and, in a romantic/sexual setting he eventually just loses his patience with you not seeing him as a man and just gets... progressively more forward. You pop back into the Hotel after a night out and Lucifer's already hammered at the bar with Husk, stumbling up to you, hanging off of you, slurring and embarrassing himself, "You'reeeee SO pretty... like SO pretty.... do you wanna have *BELCH* you wanna fuck? Cause I LOVE to fuck, like when I FUCKED my wife to make my DAUGHTER, my wife and daughter that I have, 'cuz im a DAD, 'cuz I'm a MAN!" and you're just giggling and ruffling his hair, "You're so weird, dude ^^" and walking away while Lucifer internally screams, wondering just how DIRECT with you he's going to have to be

meanwhile Charlie is totally cool with all of this and sees this as a weird double whammy of Curing Dad's Depression + new family member and friend hurray! and she's totally actively either shipping you with her dad or aiding and abetting him in his weird attempts to absorb you into the Morningstar family

[yyunari]

JAKE 01. ⏱﹕ꕤ﹔ ETA !

your relationship with jake was built off of lies and deceit. that much was apparent all thanks to minji.

⌇＃GENRE ◠﹒angst + breakup ＃PAIRING ◠﹒sim jaeyun x fem! reader x ?? ＃WARNINGS ◠﹒toxic jake ＃WC ◠﹒1.1k

being known as overly emotional and often getting pushed over had its struggles. that much was clear to you on a daily basis.

one of these struggles being how easy you had accepted jake’s request (more like a demand) to break up.

3 days after when you heard his rare yet melodious laugh, one akin to the sound of bells, chime throughout your mind, as it successfully carried onto your ears- you found yourself feeling sick. on a normal day you would be glad to hear it (and the dazzling smile that always accompanied it), but not anymore.

because you had found out that jake had most likely two timed you whilst you guys were together.

if it weren’t for minji texting you after she saw him with a girl on his arms, you wouldn’t have found out.

truly, you owed a lot to your best friend.

minji: y/n- SOS! ur ex is with a girl!

*video attached*

it got cut off but he said “poor y/n, she’s too much of a people pleasing pushover”. WTF!!!!!!

you: seriously? im omw :(

minji: what’s ur eta??

you: be there rn!!

you walked to your car and pinpointed minji’s location on life360 as memories of the breakup filled your subconscious.

“lets break up.”

as soon as those words were uttered from jake’s mouth, you halted what you were doing and let your eyes slowly flutter up to meet his stare.

at first you assumed he was joking. after all, he had made no prior indication that he wanted to break up with you. though the two of you hadn’t spent as much time together in the previous weeks, you accepted that it was because you both were busy with your own lives and couldn’t be with each other 24/7. and it wasn’t as though you had felt that anything was amiss in the relationship, because the two of you had been peacefully coexisting for a while.

but perhaps you were wrong and he had a different idea of what your relationship was like.

as of now, you just wanted to know why. “oh… is there a reason?”

jake hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “yes, there is.”

before you had the opportunity to ask why, he ruffled his chocolate-esque hair with his hands and answered for you. “it’s really not you, it’s me. i just… don’t feel like right now is a good time for me to be in a relationship. you know?”

you felt something was off with his reasoning. the two of you had been together for 4 years, and jake wanted to break it off out of nowhere because it ‘wasn’t a good time’? what exactly made it not a good time? it didn’t make much sense, but you weren’t the type to throw a fit because of a breakup. you were the paranoid, constantly worried about saying the wrong thing type.

if he had his reasons, then you had to respect that. as much as it broke your heart.

but did you really want to?

“and you couldn’t ask me first before jumping the gun?” you grabbed jake’s hand, more confused than upset by how easily he wanted to break things off and how lazy the excuse felt. “i mean, i-i feel like this came out of nowhere. we’ve been dating for 4 years…” you noticed his expression grow more tired. “i’m sorry, i’m not trying to be rude! i guess i’m just surprised you didn’t say anything about it first.”

“i tried! i just couldn’t bring myself to do it, I guess.” jake pursed his lips, seemingly putting his thoughts together before speaking again. “i like you y/n, i really do, but i just don’t think we work. you have to agree- we haven’t been getting along well these days.”

you gave him a sad smile when you realized that you two had completely different perspectives about your dynamic. he considered it strained, while you considered it peaceful. he thought this was a reason to end a relatively long lasting relationship while the thought hadn’t even crossed your mind.

because after all, you loved him too much to even consider that.

“i guess you’re right.” you lied. you couldn’t agree to his judgment, but you couldn’t speak up about it either.

before jake could open his mouth in response, you spoke up again. “as much as i don’t want to do it, I'll have to respect your wishes. it’s for the better if we did… you know…” you looked at jake with tears beginning to cloud your vision. “break up. i’m sorry.”

the perturbed male let out a breath, as you could tell he attempted not to roll his eyes. you felt your heart crack with every action he took, each one somehow upsetting you more than the last. “yes, y/n. we’re done. i can’t handle us anymore.”

and with that you retired into your room, searching for anything and everything to make you feel his presence once more.

“he’s been totally lying!!” you whisper yelled to minji, the two of you watching the couple from a distance. in any other circumstance it would be weird. but considering how clear it was that he broke up with you for her, you didn’t feel bad. “talking about how he wasn’t ready for a relationship… not ready my ass!”

minji put an arm on your shoulder in consolation. “you deserve better than that.”

“damn right i do.” you said, the apparent anger being a cover for the sadness you truly felt deep down. of course you wanted to run back to him and act as though everything was normal, but you knew the truth. he stopped being yours long ago.

it was truly absurd. you had spent hours upon hours post breakup trying to feel alright again; trying to fill the hole that jakes abrupt leaving had opened up. but all of that.. for what? just for it to end up being a whole lie? you felt dumb. not just because of how he made you feel, but because of how you had to pretend to be angrier than you actually were in order to actually be angry about it. it wasn’t that you didn’t feel angry, but rather that the sadness was more prevalent.

you wanted jake to see what he had done to you, to see how he had betrayed you. but passive, people pleaser y/n wasn't the type to confront people.

“hey y/n, you ready to get this show on the road?” jay, a close friend of jake’s, smirked as he grabbed your waist.

you chuckled in response, not hesitating to place a rushed kiss on his cheek. “ready as i’ll ever be.”

such a shame, jake didn’t know who he was dealing with.

authors note. 🤓🤓🤓 this is kind of ass im ngl part 2 coming soon maube

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[hollyseb]

FIGHT FOR ME - oneshot

Avenger!Bucky x reader

MINORS DNI, dont copy or translate my work :)

Warnings; violence, sexual language

just a quick one as i’m in the middle of my exams. let me know what you think :)) requests are open!

You’d assimilated fairly well, working alongside the avengers. Being a PR agent meant you could do influential work, while remaining on the sidelines, just as you liked.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that you realised how dangerous positioning yourself next to the avengers would be. You became a target.

You very slyly missed an attack on your way home, a member of hydra waiting on your backseat with a knife and a plan to hold you hostage. It was only when Nat caught wind of the man on the tower cameras that she dragged him out and almost ate him alive.

The air had changed in your workplace since the threat. You felt paranoid, constantly looking over your shoulder. Steve was sending you pitying looks, his eyes raking your features for signs of fear. Nat hovered over you, making far-too-frequent visits to your office.

You didn’t like the extra attention. It was nice that they cared, really, but you didn’t know how much longer you could stand it. So when Bucky stalked to your office, advising you to take some self defense lessons, you saw a way you could get everybody off your back.

You and Bucky had a… strained relationship.

His natural distaste towards PR, and your overly positive attitude. He didn’t quite know what to make of you. Too many tense smiles, drawn eyebrows and whispered curses to count.

You couldn’t deny, you found the soldier sickeningly attractive. Broad shoulders, sculpted face, gruff voice. You swallowed those thoughts whenever he neared you. No. You didn’t need this messing with your head.

He was angsty, sarcastic, and only close to those he really trusted. Exactly your type.

He found you attractive too. Breath catching when you wore a slightly-too-short skirt, jaw clenching when he saw that you’d scheduled a meeting with him.

He felt bile rise in his throat when he heard about the attempted attack. His chest tightening with panic and anger. So, it was only natural for him to want to give you some self defense lessons, to be your sparring partner.

He knew he was crossing the line of professionality. He didn’t care. His top priority was making sure you could handle yourself in a fight long enough to stay alive.

So when the moment came, for you to tentatively step into the shared gym, you were nervous.

”H-hi James”, your voice quieter than you would have liked.

He nodded curtly in response, as you scoped out the room. Weights upon weights lined the wall, with a boxing ring in the middle. You let out a shaky sigh.

You followed him to the ring, eyes drinking in his tight Lycra shirt and gym shorts. You liked seeing him like this, casual. You couldn’t help the way your eyes fell to his defined back muscles.

He positioned himself opposite from you in the ring, his eyes trailing up your sport leggings and tight tee. You had your hair pulled into a ponytail. He licked his lips, keeping a large distance from you.

“What would you have done if Nat hadn’t of spotted that man?” Bucky asked you, his voice gruff.

”W-what?” Confusion gripping your features.

”Knife pressed to your throat. Locked in a car with your captor. What’s your next move?”

You started to feel panicked, not only at the mental image of the scenario, but at the way Bucky was intimidating you.

“Bucky, st-“

“You would’ve died”, his breathing ragged, his shoulders tense, “all because you didn’t lock your fucking car”.

You wanted to sputter out an apology, your colleague making you feel stupid for your mistake. He is correct though. It could’ve cost you your life.

Bucky sensed your animosity. He reached out and touched your shoulder, breaking you out of your spiralling thoughts.

“I want to make sure that nothing like that'll ever happen again, okay?” His voice gentle, his eyes soft.

You nodded in response, smiling tentatively towards him.

”Okay so, you need to understand that when someone wants to take you down, they will use whatever tactics they need to. You need to be ready for anything. Lift your arms and block your face.”

You followed his instructions obediently, hanging from his every word.

He circled you, before effortlessly grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back, not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know you weren’t alert properly. He had trapped your arm between your bodies as he pressed himself against your back.

“C’mon, you don’t want to make it easy for them”, his mouth near your ear, his stubble pricking your neck.

You could feel yourself becoming irritated with his condescending tone, and the way he so easily overpowered you.

You leaned forward slightly, before picking up your leg and driving your foot into his knee, kicking him back. You twisted around fast, smirking at the way his mouth fell open in shock.

He quickly recovered, sending an open hand towards your wrist in an attempt to grab you. You ripped your hand away as he stalked towards you. You stepped back, your movements fuelled by adrenaline. Unfortunately, Bucky had placed a foot behind yours, causing you to tumble backwards. You grabbed his shirt, arms flailing to prevent you from hitting the ground. He landed on top of you.

You tried to shove him off, believing you could roll him onto his back and pin him down, but he had your arms pinned above your head within an instant.

You were frustrated, desperately trying to free yourself from his grip.

He was enamoured. Staring at the way your baby hairs were clinging to your hairline, the bead of sweat running down your neck, the way your chest was rising and falling rapidly, how your mouth hung open in concentration. Fuck. He could feel himself becoming hard at the vision of you.

It was fun for him, seeing you like this. Not in your office clothes, not stressed out with your workload.

He wanted you like this in his bed, messy hair and swollen lips.

In his distraction, you managed to wrap your leg around his neck, rolling him over. Within an instant, he had you ripped from his body. Disorientating you. Flipped over onto your stomach, your hands pinned behind your back.

He lifted your head by tugging on your ponytail.

“Don’t make it this easy for them, doll” His accent drawled with cockiness.

Why were you enjoying the way he was pushing you around, teased you? The way he could control you with a singular movement.

“You know…”, you managed to grunt out, “I could assume that you like to see me like this”. You smirked at that, feeling the way his grip loosened in shock.

“Yeah doll, whatever makes you feel better about your subpar self defense skills”, he recovered, changing the subject from your confrontation.

He hadn’t seen you like this before, teasing… unprofessional.

Fuck… you were only making him harder.

You bucked your hips gently, ever so slightly breezing across his cock. Yep, you thought, feeling the hardness. God, he was so big. You could hear Bucky take a sharp intake of breath.

He leaned back over your body, teeth grazing the side of your neck. He could barely restrain himself from tearing you apart.

Instead, he ripped himself away from you, exiting the ring and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder as his chest fell and rose dramatically.

Not like this, he thought. He might be a modern man but deep down, he was still from the 40s. You deserved better than this.

Fuck, you thought, had you read the signals wrong? No, no, no. A PR worker making a move onto an avenger. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Hastily, you collected your things, regretting your bold decision. As you opened your phone to book an Uber home, you read a text from an unknown number.

Same time tomorrow, doll. Bring a spare change of clothes, I want to take you out after.

TAGLIST

@scott-loki-barnes @kandis-mom

[thethirdtriplet]

Head cannon for the Batkids:

So, we’re all aware that out of all Bruce’s kid Tim is the only one that’s ever gotten away with lying to him on more than one occasion.

And we know how smart he is, right, so if over the years he just keep doing it, lying to Bruce, about small things that wouldn’t really harm anyone. Just so he could observe and keep track of how much he can get a way with, for future reference of course.

But he gets so good at it that Bruce, Bat “the most paranoid person on the planet” man, immediately trusts his words, just like that.

Honestly why wouldn’t he? Tim hasn’t given him anything to doubt. He’d been carful over the years. 1-Hiding his tracks, 2-being overly truthful, 3-keeping his reputation as clean as possible.

1-He breaks something? Bruce wouldn’t know, cause he hid the evidence, bought a replica or straight up gaslights Bruce into thinking it never existed.

2-He stirs up trouble with the YJ, he’d tell Bruce with all honesty what happened, to the point where Bruce just expects the truth when Tim reports a mission to him, unbeknownst to him, that half of it is lies.

3-He keeps this up in his years as Robin to stay in his good graces, obviously, he’s polite, diligent, reliable and responsible, who wouldn’t trust a boy that’s so mature for his age?

Of course then his sibling find out about this certain skill of his and employ him to lie for them.

——————————

Dick, broke a chandelier he was not supposed to be swinging on? No problem; Timmy’s on it:

Dick: *tries giving Tim the puppy dog eyes that have virtually no effect on him*

Tim: *sends him an unimpressed look*

Tim: Bruce, just look at that ancient looking chandelier and tell me it wasn’t going to fall on someone’s head one day or the other?

Bruce: …

Tim: *sighs exasperatedly*

Tim: Do you have such little faith in your own son that you would believe he would endanger himself doing something that could potentially injure him, that you specifically told him not to do.

Tim: *sends a pointed look towards dick*

Dick: *sends him a sheepish smile*

Bruce: …

Bruce: *relents*

Bruce: I guess you’re right.., and the chandelier is quite old,..I’ll have to buy a replacement..

Bruce: *walks away*

Tim: You owe me, for this.

Dick: Yeah, I know, but thanks anyway Timmy!

——————————

Jason, scratched the Batmobile, he wasn’t permitted to drive? Bribe Tim; to deal with Bruce:

Jason: I’ll cook for you, anything you want, as payment.

Tim: *sighs*

Tim: Bruce, are you really sure you were careful with the Batmobile, last nigh? I seem to remember, you were in quite a rush to catch up to two-face, who was escaping in his getaway car.

Bruce: I checked on it last night, and don’t remember any scratches…

Tim: You were dead on your feet last night, barley even able to change out of your gear, write a full report, then head to bed, it shouldn’t be surprising that you missed a few scratches on the car.

Bruce: …

Bruce: I guess so… I’ll just have to keep a more attentive eye on it, next time…

Bruce: *walks away*

Tim: I’ll be expecting breakfast burritos, to appear on my plate, in the morning.

Jason: You can expect anything you want, and I’ll make it happen, after that save, nerd-bird.

——————————

Damian, snuck in an injured cat to take care of, before sending them off to the shelter? ‘Force’ Drake, to help:

Damian: While I usually wouldn’t resort to you for assistance, Drake, I must reluctantly admit, I am in need of it.

Tim: I’ll only agree, if you name the cat Drake.

Damian, who already named the long haired, black furred, blue eyed cat, after Tim: Very well.

Later on:

Bruce: *spots the new cat*

Bruce: Tim, is it just me or does Alfred the cat look.. different.

Tim: I’m not sure what you’re talking about, B.

Bruce: I could have sworn his eyes were yellow, not blue?..

Tim: Are you sure, though? Perhaps you’re mistaken. Maybe it’s a trick of the light? There’s a lot of reasons, as to why you could have mistaken the cat’s eye colour.

Bruce: …

Bruce: I guess… if you say so…

Later, later on:

Damian: Drake, Drake, the cat, has been adopted, as of late, by a loving and nurturing family (as loving and nurturing a family can be, in Gotham).

Tim: Cool.

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Cassandra wants Bruce to attend her recital, but he’s busy? Ask Tim for help:

Bruce: Odd, I remember I had a few more cases to finish today…

Tim: Ohhh, those? Yeah, you gave them to me, not long ago.

Bruce: …I did?

Tim: Yeah! Just last night, when you told me you promised cass, you’d attend her recital, tonight. So I suggested, to handle those cases for you.

Bruce: …

Bruce: That does seem like something I’d do, thanks for reminding me, Tim, I’m glad I can count on you.

Tim: Of course, B.

Later on:

Cass, hugging Tim; to show her appreciation.

——————————

Duke, may or may not have skipped school after first period? Get Tim to help:

Tim: Bruce, is the school absolutely sure, he hadn’t attended his classes, I mean you can obviously see, from the security camera, that he entered the school gates this morning.

Bruce: The teachers stated that he didn’t answer when his name was called in class, and that they didn’t see him all day, on school grounds. None of the security cameras captured any sight of him, other than when he entered, through the gates.

Tim: Ohhh, I see, he must’ve been honing his bat-skills, you know sneaking around, undetected, in school, that must be why no one noticed him, not even the security cameras.

Bruce: …

Bruce: You’re right. I’ll be speaking to the principal about the staff’s inability to locate him, when he was obviously on school grounds.

Bruce: Then, I’ll talk to Duke about refraining from using his bat-skills in our civilian lives. Even if it’s for training purposes. Although I’ll have to commend him, for attending the whole day, undetected.

Later on:

Duke: Are you sure I can’t do something to repay you, I mean, you saved my hide, just now.

Tim: Well.. there is this new juice bar I’ve been wanting to check out, I could use the company.

Duke: No way! I heard about it too, hold on let my grab my phone, then we can head out.

[777charm]

hi! i hope you doing great! <3 this is my first time requesting on tumblr so I’m sorry if something is wrong!

can I have headcanons (if you don’t write hcs than drabble would be just as fine!) of lucifer, mammon and satan (or just lucifer) being overprotective over shy and easily-scared fem!reader?

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

Lucifer and Mammon with a easily scared F!MC

Note: Hello, and aw, thank you!!! Sadly, no Satan this time, but you have wonderful english, and I can only hope the same for you, as you have a good day too!!!!!! ❤️

Proofread?: for once, sí

Warning(s): Female Reader + Swearing

Lucifer

He's used to being the older mature brother towards his younger brothers, so he honestly isn't nothing that's not of his normal self towards you.

He knows you're overly shy and don't do good with most, if not all, social interactions, so he tries to help. If he sees another lower rank demon, keep trying to talk to you or get into your personal space while you're already uncomfortable, he's going to identify as a fucking problem. He finds no issue with stepping in and protecting you at any moment.

He has open arms ready if you get so scared that he has to carry you. It wasn't something he was used to before you came to devildom, but he's gotten used to it if something that scares you is near your feet and you can't go anywhere until it's resolved. No matter the size, he's quick to pick you up.

He, for sure, has a bigger ego and pride, knowing that you come to him first if something scares you. But he still puts it aside to relish about it later when the problem is solved. He almost instantly stops anyone who tries to flirt with you or get too close to you without your consent. He's willing to harm scare any demons or even humans, who think scaring you or making you jump is funny.

Mammon

Overprotective would be a literal understatement when it came to this man 😵‍💫

Always by your side???? Literally you two had like. No classes together WHY IS HE HERE–

Uses your shyness as an excuse to get closer and always be by your side. "You know Lucifer 'forced' me to look after ya, so I'm just doing my job MC!" (He's literally holding your hand as we speak)

He tries his best to keep you away from things that have the risk of scaring you. Horror movies? Nope, you guys are probably watching something comedic or romantic (not just for you, but also so he doesn't get paranoid bc of the jumpscares).

Literally argued with Levi about letting you play a horror game with him, knowing just how easily scared you can get. He really hates that sad look in your eyes and tries to comfort you the best to his abilities when you run to him because something scared you.

[gayshroomboi]

Yandere headcanons for the rise boys!

Nothing overly graphic, deep or detailed will be here! Just some base heascanons!

—Mikey—

He’s the baby of the boys but also knows emotions, but that being said I don’t think he would realize his own right off the bat.

He’s touchy normally but after feelings start he’s going to cling and hold on no matter what like a koala!

He wants to be touching or around you constantly. Day, night, awake, asleep, if you know he’s there or not.

Mikey would get more attached as time goes on to the point where after a few weeks his clinging evolves into stalking and constant monitoring.

He would expense his love through cooking and touch.

Everything you do seems amazing to him, he’s obsessed with you.

He would do anything you asked him to do.

That person keeps bothering you? Forget them! They won’t be able to bother you with a broken jaw!

He’s far more likely to scare and slowly separate your family and friends away from you than to hurt them. If a overly nosy family member goes missing? Oh I’m so sorry how can he help?

He’s slow to violence as a yandere but will stoop to it if need be, never against you! Everyone other than you or his family is free game though!

I doubt he would kill in front of you if possible but if push comes to shove he would not hesitate to protect you and himself

If he’s not constantly near you once he’s obsessed he’s anxious, pacing, paranoid and coming up with ways to get you to stay longer.

I doubt he would purposely harm you, he knows your not made of glass but he still worries. Besides it’s far more fun it tie you up and watch you try to escape while all wrapped up!

He’s unlikely to jump to kidnapping you unless he feels it’s necessary or that you would simply be safer and happier with him. You would be constantly with him! It would be amazing!

—Raph—

This boi is protective

Protective to an extreme degree, you will not be allowed to walk on your own if you so much as bump your knee or step on your ankle weird.

He’s going to carry you around like one of his plushies and act like your made of porcelain.

He would probably realize his feelings early on but not quite realize his obsession isn’t normal

He isn’t exactly quick to anger but his is a Raph, the anger issues may not be as evident in rise but they are there.

His anger would never be turned on you but god help anyone who has ever wronged you in the slightest.

He would probably loose himself in fights if it involved you, killing something becoming very likely the longer the fight goes on.

He would be brutal, aggressive and cruel when it comes to making those who have or wish to harm you hurt.

He would probably scare himself into kidnapping you. What if you leave one day and don’t come back? What if someone finds your apartment and hurts you? You would be safer where he could always find you!

He’s gentle with you most the time but sometimes hugs tight enough to be painful or sometimes clips you on his spines and shell

If you ever said he had hurt you he would lock you in his room with him with his plushies and blankets where it’s safe till he can find a suitable apology.

Your his most precious thing after all, no plushie or person could compare to you.

The only way to keep you safe is with him and maybe his brothers, but they’re reckless with you. Your better off sat among his plushies and pillows, comfortable and safe.

—Leo—

I feel like Leo’s main go to wouldn’t be manipulation right off the bat. He’s the face man, his going to entertain and try to make you want on your own to stay before manipulating you to stay.

Probably the second most likely to kidnap you, thinking out every way to safely get you to the sewer and every way to keep you there.

He’s the most likely to use physical violence against you, not as far as broken bones but a dislocated ankle or shoulder to keep you from trying anything a second time is worth it in his mind.

He would probably deny his feelings at the start before giving up and going out of his way to woo you.

He knows his obsession with you isn’t healthy but he can’t bring himself to care to much, as long as your his he will happily be yours.

He feels useless so he would constantly do anything you ask of him, help you reach something, beat a difficult level in a game, make a teacher/boss ‘leave’. ANYTHING

He’s going to constantly show off to you, he’s going to learn things just so he can show he new skills off to you!

He trusts his family to look after and protect you when he can’t but it upsets him if you get to close or prefer one of his brothers over him.

You belong to him after all, your his! Not his brothers, his! Your his and he’s yours. Anything other than that will not stand

If he can’t convince you to stay with him without manipulation then he will slowly start to manipulate you into believing your family and friends hate/don’t care about you.

He’ll convince you the world is out to get you and your not safe but if you stay where he can keep you safe you will be alright. Just stay with him!

Killing isn’t his go to, he would much rather mutilate them so they live knowing what they did and what they are, animals. How dare the threaten your divinity with harm. Your are his, not theres.

—Donnie—

He’s obsessed, not as much as Mikey but still obsessed.

Touching is a sensory no for him but when it comes to you it’s not so bad, bearable, desirable almost.

He wants you with him everywhere, trailing behind him when he goes to a new room or him following you everywhere you go.

He definitely takes the longest to realize his feelings and obsession. He knows his obsession is bad but will convince himself he’s not obsessed and what he’s feeling is rational.

One of the first things he ever did was bug and track your phone. How can he protect you if he doesn’t know where you are after all!

Gifts! He constantly gives you gifts. Whether they’re for your or his benefit doesn’t matter!

A digital wristlet like his so you can contact them directly with a built in panic button! Cool now he knows your safe and where you are at all times, built in tranquilizer in case something goes wrong and he can always see you!

He’s the most likely to kidnap you, the thought would come to him randomly and he would latch on to it. Imagine having you with him constantly, listening to him and actually seeing him.

He would probably get the bear basics before kidnapping you on a whim, just wanting you with him already.

If he ever decided you were going to cuddle with him you would not be able to leave until he was done. Doesn’t matter if your uncomfortable, he’s going to take what he can get.

He’s likely to use physical violence against you, not in an attempt to actually harm you but if you ever try to escape or harm him or his brothers he’ll do anything to restrain you and keep you safe.

Your just scared, once you realize he just wants you with him you’ll stop fighting

[ninjigma]

Cody's Little Sister

“It’s really quiet huh?”

Cody may have been tempted to keep his eyes closed longer, but he could already hear Rex begging Cody to answer his honorary little sister with something comforting. Anything really. 

“Probably more the lack of people being shot than actual quiet.”

Well. Maybe anything but that. 

But Ahsoka offered up a morbid laugh anyhow. And Cody decided she had been fighting too long. 

Currently, the two were a bit… lost. Though not of their own accord. The planet was mostly marsh, temperate and soggy, and though they had come prepared for that there was no preparing for a section of a natural water dam to be destroyed and flood their forward route. Thankfully Cody was pretty sure most everyone was out of the direct path of the flood, but oh so lucky for Ahsoka, she had been in the middle of the river crossing. Cody, a few feet behind her, cursed Jedi and their non-armor-wearing ways as he leaped forward. The wave hit him hard enough that truthfully he only remembered dark and choking until he was coughing up slime on their island. Everything to communicate had been damaged by the sediment, and Ahsoka was currently tinkering at Cody’s helmet to give them a chance. 

“How far do you think we went?”

Cody took another careful breath, chest aching horribly. But a bit more determined this time to be encouraging he started mapping the stars that had come out. “Based on where the sun is setting and what I remember of the briefing, we probably made it a few clicks down The Serpent's Back. Surprised we didn’t drown truthfully.”

He really is trying. Seriously, Rex, it’s hard when everything is always getting worse by the minute. 

“Thanks for the credit,” Ahsoka sniffed. “That armor doesn’t make you any lighter you know.”

Ok, now Cody’s eyes were open. “You pulled me out with you?”

Ahsoka glared at him a bit, as if what he said was absurd. “Of course. I wasn’t going to let you drown.” Then in the fading light, Cody caught something much sadder in her eyes. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you protecting me from the water and trees in the first place. It isn’t at all your job to protect me, but you did it anyway.”

Cody swallowed. He may be out of his depth but even he could very much tell that ‘your life is more important than mine because I’m replaceable property’ was not the right follow-up here. So he went with something more honest, the white and blue of her montrals making it a bit easier. “Any time Commander.”

Ahsoka chuckled a bit again. “And same for you, Commander.”

The silence that fell now didn’t feel nearly as awkward as Cody had expected. He was propped against a low tree comfortably enough. The moss made it just about as lovely as those new pods the Kaminoans were putting cadets in. Ashoka didn’t seem to mind either, sitting a few feet away to try and get the last rays of light to work by. 

It was when they were finally without almost any light source that Cody became overly paranoid again. Any small noise and he was tending for some separatist gang or some Togruta-eating beast to come barreling down on them. It also didn’t help that his chest twinged every time he shifted, and Ahsoka was better at reading people than he thought. 

“Here,” she whispered as the nightlife began making odd noises. The familiar noise of a lightsaber soon drowned them out and their little island was lit in its eerie green glow. 

Cody was about to thank her when the light flashed across something moving through the water behind Ahsoka. It moved slowly but purposefully, turning as if it could see-

“Turn it off!” Cody hissed as loud as he dared. 

The lightsaber winked out and Cody had no time to even ponder whether the creature could hunt some other way before Ahsoka's trembling voice cut him off. 

“I’m sorry, I-I thought it would help you relax.”

Cody couldn’t help in the slightest. “No, I’m sorry to snap that way Commander. I just think, as nice as the light is, it makes us a rather large target.” 

Ahsoka nodded, giving one last look at the fading helmet and then curling in on herself. Again they fell to silence, the sound of water moving now making Cody even jumpier. The fog and pain in his head weren’t helping either. He had to focus on something else. 

“Do you… mind me talking with you?” Cody asked in a slight whisper. “Would help me keep my head clear.”

He managed to make out Ahsoka turning to look at him (really, was this planet one big fresher bowl because of its weak ass moon?), though he wasn’t quite expecting the surprise. “Are you asking for… permission to talk to me? In order to help you?”

“Sorry Commander,” he answered in reflex. “I won’t-“

“Stop, Cody,” Ahsoka now sounded even more upset and Cody was sure Rex was somehow glaring at him. “You don’t have to ask. I know we aren’t alone like this, ever, but nobody needs permission to talk to me. Especially not you, or Rex, or any of you. Unless you’d like me to ask permission to speak?”

“No,” Cody answered immediately, though his mind was still processing her words. “No, never.”

Ahsoka has a small smile, even though she figured Cody couldn’t see it. “Then I suppose we don’t have much else to do until master Obi-Wan finds us.”

Cody took another pained breath. “Shouldn’t be long. I imagine General Skywalker is having a fit about him losing you.”

Finally, Ahsoka gave him a quiet laugh. Small victories. “They both worry too much. You had everything under control.”

“Yeah well, someone should remind them of that next time they decide to test how flightless humans are.”

That laugh felt more genuine, and Cody relaxed just a tad more. “I’ll try to remember, but I can’t promise I won’t be doing it too.”

“Oh, you will be,” Cody grunted. “Rex too, the di’kut.”

“What’s that mean anyway?”

Cody hadn’t even realized he had his eyes closed. Blinking he shifted slowly against the tree to wake himself a bit more. “Someone who forgets to put their pants on.”

Ahsoka’s quiet laughter did a better job than the moving. She covered her mouth to stifle the sound but Cody felt his spirits lift regardless. “You two sound much closer than Captain and Commander,” she said, though with a hint of something that made Cody suspect she knew the answer. 

Yet, Cody oddly enough found himself smiling as he answered. “Yeah, you could say that. I’ve known Rex since he was a little shit. And now he’s a big shit, but he’s still my little brother.”

Ahsoka laid her head on her arms, crossed on her pulled-up knees. “You sound just like Master Obi-Wan and Anakin. Maybe that’s why our battalions work so well.”

“Because the general and I are both calling your battalion idiots?”

“I’d think I could earn a little more faith,” Ahsoka smiled. “But no. I think it’s more because you both say it out of love for your little brothers. You understand something more about each other, just like Anakin and Rex can.”

Cody knew it had been a while since he last laughed, and even though it was quiet, he found it quite nice. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

“I usually am, but no one listens to me either. Especially Skyguy when he’s flying.”

They were now both laughing, the soft noises blending into the living environment around them. For how much pain he was in, and the fact it was becoming quite cold, Cody found this was a vacation compared to his normal life. “You’re just like them.”

“Who?”

Cody hadn’t realized he said it out loud, but he wasn’t feeling as reserved as usual. “Rex. And General Skywalker. You’re probably all feeding off each other’s crazy. Whoever partnered you all up must have been just as nuts.”

Ashoka snickered again. “Well I think it was Obi-Wan, so don’t think you're oh-so-good Mr. 212th.”

The sentence was suddenly so informal Cody had to cough another laugh. “If anything that just proves I’m the only one with sense!”

“Didn’t you break a foot once kicking a droid?”

“Details.”

Ashoka was now burying her face to try and be quiet. “No, you’re one of us. Disaster lineage is what Master Windu says.“

“Pft,” Cody started to shake his head before it spun and he stopped. “Rex and my batch mates would probably agree, even though they’re just as bad.”

“Batch mates?”

“Like, well, brothers,” Cody chewed his lip. “Closer than the overall vod though. More like a nat-born sibling. Decanted together and then trained from day one together.”

“Oh! I think I know what you mean,” Ahsoka said. “Some of us Padawan are much closer than others. I guess we aren’t that different, brought to the temple really young and then growing up together.”

“Heh, yeah, and look at us now,” Cody chuffed. “Practically twins.”

Ahsoka's laugh was softer this time, and Cody could just make her out as she began to shiver badly. Kriff, he had his armor and thermals, and even soaking wet he hadn’t realized he was probably much better off than Ahsoka with the chill. She looked like a shiny, trying to hold everything together. Cody then found himself leaning forward despite the pain, undoing the clasps on his armor.

“What are you doing?” Ahsoka was now all concerned. “Is something wrong? Is your chest getting worse? Are you-“

“I’m fine Commander,” Cody halted her panic. “You made sure of that. Just thought it’d be warmer without some of the armor.” Finally, he had managed to undo the breastplate and plied it and the plackart to the side. He then tapped the mossy ground and raised his arm, careful to hide as much pain as possible. “You’re not going to survive all of this only to die of a cold on my watch.”

Ahsoka barely even hesitated, which surprised Cody some. But as she curled carefully into his side he figured Rex called her little sister for a reason. And soon enough the shivering stopped and Cody found the contact quite comforting, as much as he thought it was gonna be awkward. 

“He told me I could go to you.”

Kriff, he had to stop closing his eyes. “Huh?” Yeah, he must be concussed. 

“Rex,” Ahsoka spoke a bit clearer. “He found me once crying in a supply closet. I didn’t want any of the men to see. I’m supposed to be a Jedi, supposed to be able to lead them. But when Rex found me I couldn’t even try to fake it.”

Cody found himself thrown suddenly back into his memories, the moment he found Rex, hiding and crying. It was like some odd twist of fate, to be hearing this. And it only stung him more as Ahsoka continued. 

“He helped me. Told me if no one else he’d be there when I needed him. And then he promised me that if he couldn’t be there,” her breath caught a bit, the unsaid being heard clearly. “Then you’d be there. If I couldn’t find anyone else, I should find you. And I guess I just accepted it was the same as with any of you. But Anakin once said something similar about Obi-Wan, and you never even hesitated to protect me today. So now I get it,” Cody didn’t even feel any pain as her montrals pressed against his side. “You’re my big brother too.”

Cody wasn’t lucky. No, luck wasn’t on the side of any clone. There was only training and fighting and suffering tooth and nail for one more day of miserable existence. And yet, here he was, thinking fond memories of a small blond mischief maker and how a family really was made, not born. After everything that had happened to them all, he was here now, doing what he actually did best: being a big brother. 

And when the entire sky suddenly lit up in dancing green and blue lights, he figured he should rethink the miserable existence part of his thoughts. 

“What is that?” Ahsoka gasped, mesmerized as the lights started changing colors, purples and reds shooting through like tendrils. Everything around them was bathed in it, and Cody couldn’t help a breath of relief as it revealed familiar white and gold armor and a very scared-looking master Jedi a few dozen yards down the river. 

“I’d say hope,” he answered. “but I’m not quite that concussed.”

Ahsoka's laughter rang a bit different now, and her smile was definitely brighter as she too caught sight of Obi-Wan and started waving. Rex was right. Cody would be there whenever she needed him, they both would. 

That’s what big brothers are for.

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Scary Thunderstorms ~ *Bang Chan*

Summary: You love your adorable werewolf boyfriend. But you never expected him to be so scared of thunder. If only you could help take care of him!

Pairing: Bang Chan X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 755

Warning: vague implications of MinSung, also Minho may be committing animal neglect? I don't know how to classify it.

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Taglist: @foxwinter @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: I wrote this during a thunderstorm, watching my dog get anxious from the thunder. It made me wonder if werewolves would feel the same way during thunderstorms.

When we think of werewolves, we often see them as big, scary, and overly protective. You used to think the same way, that is, until you met Chan. Of course, he was big, scary, and overprotective as a werewolf. But when the full moon fell on a night with a thunderstorm, those traits went out the window.

Currently, he was curled up in your lap, pressed heavily against your thighs, and he was letting out the most pathetic whines. You had one hand tangled in his thick, soft fur, while the other was trying to scroll through your phone. You were trying to find solutions to make things easier for Chan, but with every roll of thunder, he’d headbutt you gently in the stomach. In an effort to calm him down, you’d give him a kiss on the forehead for each strike of lightning and each rumble of thunder.

“You’re okay, Channie, I promise.” You assured him, which only earned you a whine. “I know, I know. It’s very loud for you and I’m sorry. But I promise I’m looking for ways to help. Just give me a moment and I’ll make things better.”

His big wolfish eyes looked like a puppy’s, making you melt inside. It also renewed your determination to find something to take the pain away. Which means you had to do the one thing you knew you’d regret doing: you called Minho.

“Hello?” His voice was groggy, as if you just woke him up. Granted it was one in the morning, but he also had a werewolf in his care. He should be awake regardless, because Jisung was more of a baby than Chan was when it came to storms.

“Hey, it’s me. How’s it going?”

“Really? You called me this late during a thunderstorm to ask me how I’m doing? And on a full moon no less?” He groaned. “Seriously, nights like this are so much easier when they’re human.”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “I totally get it. But you’ve been taking care of Jisung longer than Chan and I have been together. Surely this has happened before? Is there any trick to make it easier for them?”

Minho sighed on the other line. “You’re going to judge me but I have Jisung locked in the basement right now so I can get at least an hour of sleep.”

“That’s horrible.”

“I told you you were going to judge me.” He shot back. “Look, with Chan, I think just being with him will help. He’s strong and can take care of himself. When he used to live in the dorms, he’d lock himself in his room on full moons or thunderstorms. That helped, but he would be exhausted and paranoid the next day. However, if he knows you’re right there with him through it all, I’m sure he’ll be okay. Just stay with him.”

You smiled. “I can do that. Thanks, Minho.”

“No problem. I’ll call you in the morning to see how everything went, okay?”

“Sounds good. Let Jisung out of the basement.”

“Not a chance.” And with that, he hung up on you.

With a sigh, you looked down at Chan, who gave you the saddest eyes ever. You hugged his neck and buried your face into his fur. “I’m sorry, Channie. I know this is scary and very loud for you. But I want you to know that I am here and I’m not going to leave you, no matter what.”

A loud crack of thunder made you freeze and Chan whined. “S-sorry, I just don’t like the loud, high-pitched thunder, you know? They always jumpscare me.”

You felt him sit up and before you could ask what he was doing, he licked your cheek. You smiled and hugged him tighter. “Thanks, Channie. You always know how to help.”

He gave a small woof and you giggled. “You want to try and get some sleep? Worst case scenario we cuddle in bed until the storm passes, and sleep through the day tomorrow. I promise I won’t leave you. We can do whatever you want.”

Chan didn’t respond, because he was a wolf, however he did get up and walk to your shared bedroom. You followed him into bed and curled in close to him. As thunder rolled through the night, he let out another soft whine, and you hummed in response.

“I got you, Channie. Nothing can get you as long as you’re in my arms.”

And you  meant every word of it.

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Thank you @porculain-skelly for this commission with their amazing OC, there's nothing I love more than two handsome mafia skeletons fighting for someone's hand <3

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“need a hand?”

... She had been trying to reach the top shelf, stood up on her toes, reaching as high as she could get and only just managing to trace the edge of the dish soap bottle. The voice right behind her made her jump- she immediately fumbled and dropped her grocery bag, startling back and whipping around to face the owner of the voice. 

... 

The skeleton monster in front of her looked, in a word, harmless. Big round sockets, bright white eyelights, a wide smile of pearly white teeth... he held her grocery bag in one hand- he’d caught it, definitely averting disaster. Dressed in a nice blue suit shirt and black pants, he was smiling with a soft, low smile.

“ah, jeez. sorry.” He held her bag out to her. “didn’t mean to spook ya. hope i didn’t scare you a skele-ton.”

...

She let out a tiny laugh, mostly out of a mixture of shock, and relief that the guy who’d snuck up on her like that clearly wasn’t anyone to worry about that. Her posture eased a little, and she accepted her bag from him.

“I-it’s fine.” She let out an exhale of relief. "It wasn’t you. I’m... I’m new in town. I’m a bit skittish right now.”

...

His eyelights flickered to her chest, then back up to her face again. For a split second, it felt like he was sizing her up. But his eyelights settled on her mouth... and something about him shifted. 

She didn’t know what it was. Something loosened, something warmed. Something frozen about him melted. Perhaps in his face, or in his posture, she really couldn’t tell- it was one of those things that you felt rather than saw. But it was like a switch flipped, and a mask of faux politeness disappeared... where before, his smile had been almost customer-service-esque, it now looked like the kind of smile you’d wear around a beloved friend of many years.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, meeting her gaze. “... i guessed you were new. can’t say i’ve seen you around here before. i’m sans.”

“... Skelly.” She tucked the grocery bag under one arm. “I, uhm... I just moved here a few days ago.”

“oh, really? with your family?” He asked, innocently.

“No, just me.”

“i see.” He smiled. His eyelights, soft and white, seemed friendly. Inviting. “you’re gonna meet a skelly-ton of new friends, i bet.”

... She couldn’t help herself, she let out a little laugh, face brightening. She wasn’t expecting to hear a pun made of her own name. 

“You... I think you already used that one?”

Sans snickered, and shrugged. “ah, what can i say. tibia honest... my jokes have been a little barebones recently.”

That one got a smaller laugh out of her, mostly out of disbelief. His eyelights all but sparkled- he seemed to still enjoy the encouragement.

“how’re you finding the area?”

“... It’s nice. Everyone’s friendly.”

“good.”

She couldn’t explain why. But talking to Sans, in that moment... she couldn’t figure out whether she trusted him or not.

Everything about him indicated there was nothing to be nervous about. Opposite, in fact- his aura felt so trustworthy, it was almost comedic. He was small, soft, borderline cartoonish, with a relaxed and lazy posture. She’d known him for a few minutes at most, and all he’d done was tell silly jokes and rescue her grocery bag from falling on the floor. Surely, a friendly and reliable guy, right?

... But there was just something about him. She couldn’t put her finger on it. She had always been perceptive, and whatever it was about Sans... it was setting off a tiny alarm bell, in the far far corner of her mind.

... She tried to ignore it. Perhaps she was just being overly paranoid? She was always skittish, in a new environment, and she chalked this up to her mind just being on unnecessarily high alert.

(Sans’ expression flickered.)

“... hey. just so you know...” He said, casually, pulling one hand out of his pocket, suddenly holding a little card between his phalanges. He offered it to her. “i know a lot of people and places around these parts. been here a long time. i know moving to a new place where you don’t know anybody can be stressful, so if you need anything, just let me know. ok?”

“... Awh. Thanks.” She said, cheerfully, accepted the card. It had a phone number on it, the fact that the numbers were written in the comic sans font made another smile rise to her face. She put it in her grocery bag- the gesture was definitely appreciated. “It’s nice to meet you, but I should probably get going. I was just gonna grab the...”

She looked up at the shelf. The bottle she’d been trying to reach- it was gone?

“dish soap?”

... She turned back to Sans. He was holding up his hand, and... he was holding up the dish soap bottle. 

Huh? 

She looked, confused, back and forth between the shelf and his hand. Sans had a big smug smile on his face, evidently delighting in her confusion. When had he grabbed that? Didn’t he just have his hands in his pockets, moments earlier?

... He was standing... kinda close to her. Just on the perfect boundary between acceptable and too much, still wearing that polite smile. She could see the stitching on his shirt.

... Skelly swallowed, pulse picking up. Her gaze flickered around his face... he had a nice face. Why... did her own face suddenly feel so... warm? 

...

Sans chuckled. While she stood there, frozen, he passed the dish soap to her. She accepted it purely out of instinct- she didn’t even look at it, trapped by his eyelights.

“nice meetin’ you too, skelly.” He said, warmly, taking a step back. She could suddenly breathe again. “i’ll see you around.” 

Sans turned, and walked away, passing around the corner of the aisle.

... She didn’t need to follow him to know that if she went around the corner and looked... he wouldn’t be there.

///---///

She had barely finished mulling the interaction over, while on her way home that evening, when she encountered yet another skeleton.

She was passing a small bar with a purple flame logo on the front- there was a guy standing just outside of it, his back against the wall, silhouette illuminated gently by the sign’s magenta glow. She couldn’t help but look at him; he was much larger and rougher-looking, big and jagged where Sans was small and round, his eyelights a burning red. A cigarette was perched between his clawed phalanges, wisps of smoke drifting out from between his teeth... the orange glow of the lit cigarette reflected in his single golden tooth, he was pretty attractive. He had a crimson shirt on, dark pants, a very loose tie around his neck- judging by the grouchy expression on his face he looked like he’d just finished a particularly annoying workday.

... He must’ve noticed her stare as she approached. His eyelights flickered over, meeting her gaze... he looked her up and down.

...

His shark grin raised, and he winked at her. She flushed immediately- what the hell? She put her head down, deciding to just ignore him and...

... She tripped.

She barely had time to let out a little squeak of surprise as the floor rushed toward her; quickly, a large arm wound around her middle, saving her from faceplanting into the tarmac, she immediately knew who had saved her as the smell of cigarettes and expensive cologne washed over her. The red-eyed skeleton drew her back up to her feet... a huge hand curled over her shoulder, steadying her where she stood.

She looked up at him. Quite a ways up.

“woah there, doll.” He purred, grinning from nonexistent ear to nonexistent ear. “fallin’ for me already?”

...

“Fuck.” She blurted. “I-I’m so sorry... I’m...” 

Her face was on fire. How absolutely mortifying- nearly falling flat on her face, right in front of an attractive guy. She didn’t even register his pun, she couldn’t look him in the eyelights, she just stared at his chest and wished the floor would swallow her whole.

“easy, easy.” A soft chuckle filtered out of his ribcage, he brushed her shoulder gently. “you gotta pay more attention to where you’re walkin, sweetheart. this is a shitty area with shitty roads. you new around here? i’m red.”

She managed a choked laugh at his comment, still dying inside. “I-I’m... yeah, I’m new. I’m Skelly.”

...

... Then she realised what position he had her in.

Somehow, in the process of catching her and righting her again... ‘Red’ had managed to position her between him and the wall. He was a big guy. Just by standing in front of her, he blocked most of her view of the street.

“I-I...” she couldn’t get words out. Her whole face was colouring even more.

Red was, clearly, enjoying the interaction. 

“... you gotta be careful around these parts, beautiful.” He drawled, casually leaning on the wall next to her, blocking her in even more. “pretty lady like you, all on yer own... some real unsavoury folks might find ya.”

“Un... unsavoury?”

His eyelight glinted, smile getting more mirthful. “pft. yer really new around here, ain’tcha? this place is a rats nest for organised crime.”

She blinked, taken aback. She had no idea.

“Oh. U-uh. Are you...?”

“me? a criminal?” His tooth flashed in the low light. “c’mon, doll. course i am.”

... His honesty caught her off guard. But for some reason, she... wasn’t afraid? Even though he was admitting to being a criminal while not-quite-pinning her to a wall, she wasn’t scared. Just still massively embarrassed.

“... You’re pretty, uh... open about that.”

“got nothin’ to hide.” he hummed. “especially not from you, doll.”

... His tone got a giggle out of her. There was something... oddly charming, about it? And about him. He clearly had nothing to hide, nothing to lie about. His complete honesty was refreshing.

“... I-I... appreciate the save.” She said. “... I need to get home, before it gets too dark, though.”

“ah... course. i should go back in an' pay my tab, too.” Red stepped back. She really, really liked that he backed off as soon as she asked. “i'd say i'm sorry fer keepin’ you so long, sweetheart, but that'd be a lie. see you around?”

She was surprised she felt comfortable enough to tease him. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “Not if I can help it, hah.” 

... He clearly liked her tease. He grinned.

“heheh. well, try not to fall for me again on the way home, yeah?”

“I’ll sure try.”

///---///

She thought she wouldn’t see either of them for another few days, at least. Sans and Red, they seemed... well. They just didn’t seem like the kinds of people she would see regularly. Besides, it was a big world, right? No chance she’d encounter them again for a while. It’d give her some time to mull over their interactions.

... Fate had other ideas, though.

It was literally the next day, in the park. She was still getting used to the area, visiting all the local spots, trying to feel more at home in this new place- when she heard her name being called from both directions.

She looked up, surprised, glancing both ways. On one side, Sans was approaching, just as friendly and harmless-looking as she remembered him at the store. And on the other side, Red, who seemed very pleased to see her, striding over.

... Then both of them noticed each other.

“O-oh, hi!” She said, noticing their glares as they drew to either side of her. “Do you two... know each other...?”

Red’s face twisted. “sans.”

Sans’ eyelights flashed. “red.”

... She took that as a yes. They clearly weren’t happy, staring furiously into each other’s Souls- she could feel their auras darkening. 

(She suddenly felt like a deer, pinned in on either side by two equally vicious wolves. She was trying her best to appear invisible.)

... Red’s head cocked. He was all but growling, when he spoke. 

“whatcha think yer doin’ here, shorty? this ain’t your turf.”

Sans’ tone, on the other hand, was calm and easy. As was his face. Completely dissonant with the situation. “i was going to talk to my new pal.” 

“oh? yer pal?” Red shifted his eyelights over to her, his tone easing juuust enough for her to know he wasn’t directing his anger at her. “don’t listen to this snake, sweetheart. you don't wanna be his pal. he’s a serial liar, can’t trust him as far as ya can throw him.”

... Huh? She looked to Sans. He looked calm, he looked easy, his smile was unmoving. But his eyelights were absolutely razor sharp as he looked at Red. For some reason, the fact that he seemed so carefree and controlled in his manner... it was icy. It was just as intimidating as Red’s increasing aggravation, if not more so.

... Fuck. She wanted to shrink. A quick glance around told her people were pointedly moving away from the three of them. This can’t get any worse.

Sans raised his brows in mock surprise. “you’re one to talk about trust, red. you seriously expect her to trust a murderous thug? i’m shocked that you managed to stop thinking with your crotch long enough to string this many sentences together.”

“at least i’m honest about what i am.” Red was staring to bare his teeth, gold tooth glinting in the sun. “i’m not a psycho who likes to cosplay as a halfway decent guy.”

A psycho? A murderous thug? The fact that they knew each other and were describing each other so viciously made her regret being so friendly with them. She felt fear prickling up her spine- just what the hell had she gotten herself into?

...

“this is stupid.” Sans said, breaking the silence. He reached over and gently took her hand- she nearly jumped, but his movements were precise and his tone was sweet and disarming. “c’mon. let’s get out of here.” 

“like hell i’m lettin’ you be alone with her, you crazy fucker.” Red snarled, snatching her other hand and holding it tightly. “we’re getting out of here. right sweetheart?”

Both of them were suddenly looking right at her. Sans, with soft eyelights that hid a terrifying amount. And Red, with blazing frightening eyelights that hid nothing.

“... I-I...” she looked back and forth between them, fear glueing her words to the inside of her throat. “I-I, uh... I’m...”

She had kinda trusted both of them, before. Now she absolutely trusted neither. 

“look, you idiot. yer scarin’ her.”

“i’m scaring her? seriously?”

... It was all too much. She yanked both her hands out of theirs and ran.

...

The two skeletons stood there, equally frustrated and dejected, as she disappeared out of view. They both knew chasing her would only make things worse.

“... crap.” Red grunted.

Sans rubbed his forehead. “... i think we scared her.”

... Red glanced at the shorter skeleton, folding his arms. “gotta say, i knew we’d fight about somethin’ eventually. but i thought it’d be territory, or weapons, or whatever. never figured it’d be a cute girl.”

Sans returned the glance. Now that she had gone, he'd dropped the harmless aura. “do you know where she lives?”

Red glared. “course i do. do you?”

“obviously." Sans’ eyelights were unreadable. "look... we both really like her. maybe it’s best we give her a little space, for now? time to chill out. if we chase her up now, she won't like either of us.”

... Red clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “... aight. fine. but if i find out you’re visitin’ her anyway, i’ll have someone break yer ribs, shortstack.”

... Sans chuckled.

“sure you will.”