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[unhinged-nymph]

The boys’ piss kink has reentered the chat

[ohmrmulletman]

Castiel is one week into being nine years old when he decides it’s time to go out alone for the first time. 

The sky stretches out into the horizon, unblemished blue fabric pulled tight over the world – overseeing everything under its watchful gaze. It’s not heavy today, the sky. Instead it feels impossibly far off. Stepping back to see what he does when his small world opens up, he thinks. The birds however seem to be taking up more space than usual. They are loud, unseen amongst the branches and bushes, and he’s not sure he’s ever taken much notice of them before but today he hears the separate strands of birdsong that make up the symphony. He thinks perhaps that this also is a sign that today is the right day for his venture. The birds are calling for him to follow. It will be a day that’s all his own. A secret that’s just his. Not a secret his father has asked him to keep this time. 

The thought of having something that no one else knows about, something that will only exist in his mind, sends a small thrill through him. New, and unnerving in its newness.

It’s strange though. He is often alone – Papa has said it’s for the best and Castiel may submit to this demand dutifully but he does not like it. And yet now, with the prospect of an afternoon spent alone in sight – clear sky stretched out forever in front of him and the flowers beyond the gate swaying, gesturing come here in the slow back and forth roll of their stems – he is positively giddy. 

It will be a perfect day. He will make it so.

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[urhoneycombwitch]

foreword: have u ever had a buddy so good you jack off with him <3 roommate!Eddie x reader fic for ya. link to roommate!Eddie mlist here

cw: drug mention, R wears a bra, has breasts (implied to be large enough to “spill”) + V, no pronouns used only petnames, nipple play, R is queer (talks about Molly Ringwald in a sexual nature <3), praise kink, mutual masturbation, but as friends, we’re all normal here okay, we Do Not talk about our hidden feelings in this one soz

wc: 2.3k

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An unfortunate shift of the pillows supporting your body pulls you from the depths of sleep, consciousness surfacing, breaching with a soft huffy groan. 

Waking up on a normal day is hard enough. Waking from a good dream, one where someone’s head was between your legs and everything was swelling lush with heat? Now that’s torture. 

You burrow the cold side of your face under the covers, eyes still screwed shut in defiance of being awoken before the dream could pay off. There’s a heartbeat pounding near the apex of your thighs; with one leg stretched out and the other draped around the curve of your body pillow, your hips roll forward automatically, seeking friction.

The soaked front of your underwear drags against the pillow’s seam, catching your clit on the next glide of your hips. Another soft moan, breath fanning from your parted lips. If you can stay in this grey area of sleep and waking, maybe the horniness will swallow your mind back to the dream…

When someone’s hand brushes your bare shoulder, your movements freeze. Goosebumps prickling in the palm-owner’s wake, you blink against the morning light pouring in through your bedroom window and try to orient yourself.

Your head is nestled in the curve of someone’s neck, left arm tucked secure around their chest. Leg hitched over their waist, cotton boxers band digging at the plush of your thigh- something else solid and warm trapped against their stomach.

A snuffle from your human body pillow, and the waking world hits you sideways, all at once- Eddie. You’d fallen asleep with Eddie last night, after helping him play-test a new hybrid strain and dancing to records all evening, until you both collapsed in a heap of giggles. In your bed. 

Which means that you’ve been humping Eddie’s leg in your sleep. And the thick length trapped under your thigh belongs to him, too. 

Before you can even fully process or think up an escape plan holding the least amount of embarrassment for you both, Eddie’s stretching the arm that isn’t cupping your shoulder up and out with a long yawn. 

His hips shift, pressing himself into your leg unintentionally, and you can feel the moan that rumbles through his body- at your ear, vibrating under your hand on his bare chest. Eddie mumbles something incoherent and sleep-addled, pulling you in closer, nosing at the crown of your head.

“Uh-” your voice comes out half-squeak, half-croak, not fully pushing off Eddie but keeping your frame tight enough to roll away at a moment’s notice. “H-hey.”

Eddie’s palm smooths down the plane of your upper back, stopping at the wide band of your bra. He makes another noise, this time a bit less sleepy- and then he, too, freezes, all those points of contact along the length of your own body stiffening, muscles tensed with realization. 

“Oh, fuck. Shit.”

Eddie’s voice is like rocks on pavement, three shades of gravelly, really not helping your whole ‘wet as a river’ situation, one that he can probably feel leaking onto his bare leg at this point. He doesn’t immediately roll away, though; he remains in that freeze-mode, tense and poised, holding you against the span of his side still.

Well. As frozen as one can be with a throbbing case of morning wood.

“I guess we… fell asleep,” you say, carefully, adopting the same cat-like stillness, the pause before a big leap. “Sorry-”

“You’re sorry? I’m sorry. Jesus.” Eddie uses the hand that’s not cradling your shoulder to scrub down his face. This close, nestled into his neck, you can feel his loose hair tickling your cheek, the light scratch of his day-old stubble against your forehead when he speaks. “I’m gonna… go take care of this. And then maybe. Breakfast? Christ. Can’t think. All my blood’s elsewhere right now.”

You breathe a chuckle. His arm is still wrapped around you. 

“Yeah. Okay. Or you could just- take care of it. Here, I mean. With me.”

Eddie’s breath stops, actually stops, then stutters back into steady rhythm under your hand. “...yeah?”

He sounds unsure but curious, excitement bleeding into the edges of that one word as your thumb sweeps across the spot where his ribcage meets. “Yeah. Be doing me a favor, too- I was kind of in the middle of a… a good dream. Prob’ly me that woke you up, anyways.”

Eddie’s hand drops from your shoulder, slithers back to his own space, disrupting your head rest briefly- until you realize he’s doing it to make enough room for you both to stretch out flat (on your mattress that was barely designed for one full-grown person). 

“A good dream,” Eddie parrots, as you both re-situate under the thin cover of your floral-patterned top sheet. Shoulder to shoulder, skimming the heat from each other’s bare skin as you stare resolutely at the ceiling, there’s a frizzy mass of black hair in your periphery. A hint of a smile in Eddie’s voice as he asks, “What were you dreamin’ about?”

You can feel the rippling shift of his bicep as his arm moves, hand sliding unseen beneath the sheets- a sharp inhale as his hand finds purchase over the bulge in his boxers. 

In response, your own hand follows the contoured path to the spot below your navel, toying with the band of your panties before slipping underneath. Cupping yourself, feeling the heated slick coat your fingers before dragging it back up to rest your middle against the beating pulse of your clit- “Ah- um. Was dreamin’ about. Uh. Molly Ringwald.”

A few days from your latest John Hughes marathon, it’s the first feasible famous person that comes to mind. Luckily, Eddie just laughs, in a stilted gasp when his fist finds his aching cock- “Oh, fuck- yeah? Redheads do it for you these days?”

“Uh huh.” Maybe if you keep the focus on someone else, you’ll both be able to come out of this event unscathed. Walk away with your hands clean- er. Well. Nope. 

A better analogy is gonna have to wait, because your abdomen’s tightening with each pass of your wet finger over your clit, pleasure licking and sparking, the usual slow-build to orgasm forming with shocking rapidity.

“What was she doing?” Eddie, sounding strained and strung-out already (really makes you wonder how long you’d actually been using each other, in sleep, grinding and working the other person up), hand moving in long strokes- “In your dream, I mean. Licking you out? Did she use fingers?”

It’s not like you haven’t heard Eddie’s dirty talk before- in fact, you helped cultivate it, years ago when he was nervous for a third date and wanted some advice. You’ve coached him on sex techniques, he’s given his own expertise, you’ve both appraised the other's nudes, for christ’s sake- this is just a natural extension of your friendship. Your closeness. 

Eddie’s feeling awfully close, now, his arm bumping against yours with each pass of his fist over his dick, your leg periodically grazing the downy hair of his shin as your hips jolt upwards, into the electricity stemming from the pad of your finger. 

Choking on your words around a bright surge of pleasure- “Y- yeah. Her mouth. Fingers. All of it.”

“Fuck.” Eddie’s form lurches, doing a half-crunch forwards- risking a glance, you catch a glimpse of the sweat beading at his temples, the dark slant of his brow in concentration, jaw working through the grit of his teeth- “Why don’t you use some fingers, then.”

Like he’s got you under some sort of command spell (because you’re not touching the alternatives with a ten-foot pole), you obey, middle and ring fingers curling into the tight channel of your cunt. There’s a spot you hit on your front wall, gummy and responsive, muscles reacting on instinct by contracting and spasming around your fingers.

You’re close already, panting, head tipped back against the bottom sheet, neck bared, eyes squeezing shut at the wave of pleasure that begins to pulse insistently. “I’m- fuck, Eddie. Keep talking, please-”

“So good,” Eddie says, almost funny in how quick he is to interrupt your pleading. “So good for me. Sound so wet, too, bet you’re soaking…”

You are, in fact, rivulets of slick joining into one just under the globes of your ass, cooling and sticky, a bit uncomfortable but since it’s laundry day and you feel this good you can’t really bring yourself to care.

A half-gasp whimper as you writhe your pelvis up, again, chasing that edge, tantalizingly close, the wet noises from your weeping cunt and plunging fingers spurring Eddie on.

“That’s it, baby.” He’s encouraging even in his own heady fog of pleasure (must’ve had a good sex-talk coach), voice low and rough at your ear as he drops his chin to get closer. “Tell me what you need, hm? Lemme get you there.”

“Need you- you, to…” Frustrated by your lack of breath, in lieu of communicating with words you slide your fingers from yourself, seeking Eddie’s hand before you can overthink the action. You leave a trail of slick against his hip bone, and Eddie releases himself to give you his hand- moaning, cock twitching, as you coat your own heated wetness over his dry palm. 

This time, when you both get your hands back on yourselves, it’s with a tandem whine, Eddie’s ending with a hiss through teeth- “Fuck. Fuck, yes. So wet. So good.”

“Yeah?” Like you never left, your pussy molds easily to the shape of your three fingers again. Your other hand leaves your side to paw at your clothed breast, nipples peaking through the lace. “I gotta- I’m gonna take my bra off. Please.”

You don’t actually wait for permission, but Eddie gives it anyways as you slide the cups down, babbling encouragement- “Shit, sweetheart, yeah. Whatever you gotta do. So good for me, tellin’ me what you need. Good job.”

One day, you’re gonna regret telling Eddie you get off on praise, but not today; with one nipple pinched firmly between thumb and forefinger, your other breast spills to the side, resting against Eddie’s upper arm.

He groans, from his toes, fist slipping over his cock with ease thanks to your contribution. The sounds filling your small room are obscene, sex-dipped moans and glossy wet hand movements all reaching a crescendo as both your hips jerk up at the same time.

Keeping the same pace against your clit as Eddie’s keeping on his dick, the spark of pleasure has turned into a roar that swims up to your ears, a white-out of an orgasm fast approaching each time the heel of your palm slams into your clit. 

“Eddie- jesus, Eddie- Eddie Eddie Eddie-”

You’d feel sheepish about how desperate you sound if Eddie wasn’t matching your energy two-fold. His lanky frame thrashes when your speech devolves into a repetition of his name, keening as his fist staves off tipping over the edge with a tight ring at the base of his cock- “That’s it, baby, y’can do it, angel. Come on. Come with me. Please, please-”

With a final cruel twist to your breast, you come undone, orgasm spooling heat throughout your whole system, Eddie’s name unraveling in a long cry. Eddie follows you, fucking up into his fist, ropes of cum shooting to the top of the sheets tent he’d made, hunching against the spasms crawling up his abdomen. 

You ride the last of your orgasm out on the stretch of three fingers, releasing your nipple when the pressure turns to a twinge of pain. Under the covers, your bare chest heaves around the stretched elastic band of your shoved-down bra; with shaky, uncoordinated hands, you reach behind and beneath yourself to undo the hooks, flinging the offending clothing in the general direction of your hamper.

Eddie chuckles, breathless, bellows of his ribs nudging your forearm as he sinks back into his (your) pillow. “Christ. Good thing it’s laundry day.”

There’s no room for shame, no ounce of you that wants to dwell on what this could mean, right now- although there’ll be plenty of time for that later. As it stands, you’re both swathed in a quiet, post-sex bliss, neither wanting to disturb the peace. 

In a dreamy haze, you take note of little things- the drag of Eddie’s pinky against the back of your hand. The glint of his rings stored in a neat line atop your nearby dresser. A block of mid-morning sunshine from the window cast over the bed, prickling at your legs with warmth.

After a few minutes of this, Eddie sits up, mumbling apologies when you snatch the sheets to keep yourself covered. “You want first shower?”

He looks at you over his shoulder, down the lovely arc of his nose, brown eyes tender and staying on you for a beat too long. Squirming under his gaze, you find anywhere else to look (other than the pale slope of his back, smattered and dotted with freckles), shaking your head. “Nope. All yours.”

You flick your interest back to the ceiling as Eddie pulls up his boxers, grimacing at the mess he’s made of your sheets; before leaving, he bends to scoop up your tossed bra, snapping his own underwear to emphasize- “I’ll start this load before showering, then I’ll come back for your bedding.”

At your nod, Eddie leaves to clank around in the laundry closet; then there’s a rusty squeak of the shower handle, a subsequent rush of water, and Eddie’s pleasant husky humming floats down the hall through the open doors. 

You roll onto your front with a contented sigh, burying your nose in the pillow Eddie was just lying on- it smells like him, now, smoky and spicy and familiar. 

You spend the rest of his shower time coming up with a good excuse to save this pillowcase from being washed.

[kingkatsuki]

— for you

Based on this gorgeous art that I still can’t stop thinking about by @rabbbitseason. You’re single-handedly feeding Togame nation, lovely. Please don’t stop💕

Pairing: Togame Jou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, dirty talk, blowjob, cum swallowing, not proofread soz.

Word Count: 2.2k.

The Shishitoren jacket should have worked as a vibrant yellow strip of warning tape wrapped around you, paired with red flashing lights to alert anyone in the vicinity to danger. Keeping you out of trouble as you sat on one of the high tables with your girlfriends as Togame lingered not too far behind, sitting beside Choji in a booth as he kept one eye on you across the room. 

Stealing glances at him between your conversation as you’d wave over at him as though you’d just seen each other for the first time, Togame doing the same as he tipped his glass towards you. He’d give it at least another thirty minutes before you were making your way back over to him to plant yourself on his lap, legs draped over his thighs to lean your body against his. 

But apparently the jacket alone wasn’t enough.

Just as you raised your drink to take a sip through the straw, you were caught off guard by a guy inviting himself into your circle and intruding on the conversation. Shifting in your seat as you pulled Togame’s Shishitoren jacket a little tighter around your frame when you felt the guy try to steal a glance down your top, irritated that he was blocking your line of sight so you couldn’t signal across the room to Togame or Choji that he was being a bother. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” 

“I’m not interested.” You purse your lips, holding back the insult that sits on the tip of your tongue as he takes a step closer.

“Why not? It’s just a drink—”

“My boyfriend already bought me a drink, thanks.” You reached across the table to sip it for emphasis, wondering if Togame would buy you another if this one ended up all over this guy. 

“Boyfriend?” The guy scoffed, “Then where is he—”

But this guy must have been either very drunk, or very stupid when he chose to approach you. A cocky, confident smile on his face as he slung an arm around the back of your chair, leaning close so you could smell the liquor on his tongue as he tried to introduce himself. Asking to buy you a drink as you shifted back, feeling his hand press against your side, dangerously close to the curve of your breast. 

And before you had a chance to tell him to fuck off or throw your drink all over him, your boyfriend stepped up behind him. Reaching out to grasp the wrist of the hand that was touching you as his green eyes darkened menacingly. 

“Did no one ever tell you not to touch things that don’t belong to you?” Togame glared before his features softened when he turned to face you, “Is this guy bothering you, baby?”

But he already knew the answer. With the way the guy had been touching you, he’d be lucky to get out alive. Swinging a fist as he made contact with the guys nose, a horrid crack sounding over the bustle of the dingy dive bar as he shrieked back in horror.

It hadn’t taken many punches to leave Togame bloody.

Your eyes widened in fear when you looked down at his bruised knuckles, the vibrant crimson glistening against his skin as he assured you that none of it was his. The man’s cheek now bleeding onto his t-shirt as he fled the bar, Togame’s links to Shishitoren were the only reason that you hadn’t been kicked out for fighting as you led him towards one of the back rooms. 

You’d intended to find a first aid kit, much to Togame’s annoyance with the insistence that he was fine. Your entire body felt warm over the blatant display of possession over you, and it had your cunt pulsing around nothing between your thighs at the sight of him like this for you.

“I gotta say, sweetheart,” Togame cooed, “I didn’t think this was how my night would go.” 

He groaned as you pressed hot open-mouthed kisses along the length of his half-hard cock. Circling it with your palm as you followed the forking veins that littered the underside of him, following a map until you met the curve of his balls. Looking up at him with faux innocence you mouthed at the middle of his scrotum.

“Are you complaining?” Your lips curled into a grin as you licked a stripe back up his length, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock as he shuddered under your ministrations. 

“Me? Complain? Never—” Togame groaned when you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip as you began to suck gently. 

“This is what he wishes he had isn’t it, baby?” Togame drawled, “Your lips around his cock.”

You moaned in response, your tongue following the line of a prominent vein that travelled along the underside of his cock. His chest caved at the motion, his shirt pulled up just enough to expose his Adonis belt and the curve of his pelvis. A deep scar settled against his right hip that travelled towards his inner thigh as you reached up to press your palm against it, letting your fingers card through the messy hairs that littered his skin.

“Fuck, baby.” He leaned back in his seat, thighs spread as he watched through half-lidded eyes. His tongue peeking out to wet his lips as another low groan rumbled in his chest, “Prettiest damn mouth there is.”

“Just showing my appreciation.” You murmured around the tip, swiping your tongue against it sloppily before delving deeper.

“That’s why everyone wants you huh?” You keened at his praise, hollowing your cheeks to suck harder as your hand reached up to squeeze his balls, running your thumb along his taint as you drew another desperate moan from his throat. 

Togame really was pretty like this. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, as you got the perfect view of his chiselled jaw, the three-day-old stubble casting a shadow against it as you took a moment to breathe. Pulling back from his cock to press a glossy kiss to the swollen tip of it, gliding the tip of your tongue along his slit to gather the fresh pre that leaked out. 

“Luckiest fuckin’ guy in the world.” He hummed, stroking his thumb against your cheek before moving his hand to the back of your head. Cradling it gently as he let you set the pace, choose the movements as he basked in your attention. 

The metallic tang of blood permeated the air as blood began to dry against his skin, most of it from the guy who had dared so much as glance at what was his. Togame’s rings pierced his skin when he swung, hearing that disgusting crunch when his fists connected with bone and cartilage. 

“I feel pretty lucky now too,” You hummed, pulling his cock from your mouth as you tapped the underside of it on the flat of your tongue, “Had my big, strong boyfriend there to protect me. That was so hot—”

Your words of praise had a deep timber groan rumbling at the back of his throat, eyes rolling back as his cock pulsed hot and heavy beneath your warm palm. You’d coaxed Togame into this back room under the guise of ensuring he wasn’t hurt, despite his insistence that something was perhaps wrong with you. As though the guy had harmed a single hair on your head and this was enough to declare gang warfare. Rolling his eyes when you sat him down on a rickety old chair in the corner before slipping down onto your knees. 

“Fuck, I’ll always protect you,” He rasped as you took him back inside your mouth, rolling your tongue along the length of his cock as the swollen tip hit the back of your throat causing you to gag slightly, “Ain’t that right? Everyone wants my girl.”

Spit began to pool in your throat as you bobbed your head along his length, drooling down your chin and onto his balls as you soaked the front of his sweatpants. Feeling him begin to give slow, shallow thrusts into your mouth as you continued to stroke your tongue around his girth, your fingers squeezing each of his sacs gently as Togame continued to sing your sweet praises. His jacket began to slip from your shoulder as you changed the angle, tilting your head as you leaned forward on your knees to take him even deeper inside your mouth. 

“The fucker should’ve known better.” He leaned forward, shifting position to pull his jacket tighter around your shoulders, “You’re wearing my jacket after all.”

You hummed in response as you looked up at him from under thick lashes, watching his Adam’s apple bob as you sent delicious vibrations through his cock as Togame groaned. Tightening his grip on your head as his fingers weaved through your hair to tug at the root, his knuckles throbbing from earlier impact as the blood began to dry against his skin. 

You pushed forward, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of your mouth as you took him in your throat. Drawing another debauched groan from his chest as he watched your nose pressed into the messy hairs at the base of his cock, feeling a slight pressure on the back of your head as he held yourself down on him until the desire to breathe became too strong. 

Wet tears began to clump in pretty pearls in your lashes, blurring your vision as you tried to blink them away. Your throat started to constrict with the desire for air as your nails pressed half-moons into the muscle of his thigh, feeling Togame’s grip loosen as you pulled back. The wet smack of his cock leaving your lips sounded in the room as silvery lines of spit and pre kept your bodies connected.

“F-uck,” The word rolled off his tongue as you moved your lips to take the entirety of his cock in one go, deliberately palming his balls at the same time as Togame’s grip in your hair tightened. His hips bucked as you drew him closer to the edge of his climax, setting a constant pace as you sucked hard. 

“My pretty baby is so good at sucking cock, huh?” Togame groaned at the debauched sight of you on your knees for him, listening to the lewd sounds that slipped from your mouth as you squeezed your thighs together to try and give your neglected clit some slight relief. 

“Is that poor little pussy feeling left out?” He cooed knowingly, flexing his fingers against the back of your head as his other hand reached out to palm one of your breasts through your top, “Bet those pretty panties are drenched.”

You whined around Togame’s cock at his crude words, feeling the persistent throb between your thighs as you continued your pace, bobbing your head as you rolled your tongue around his head with each upward motion. You could tell he was close from his laboured breathing, his grip on the back of your head almost painful now as his fingers curled into your hair to tug at the root. The sensation had you moaning around him as you moved your hand to jerk the base of his cock to work him towards his release. 

“Oh fuck, baby.” He swallowed thickly, sandals clacking against the floor as he spread his thighs further apart, “That’s it, that’s it—”

You cupped his balls, feeling them begin to tighten in your palm as he teetered on the cusp of his climax. Holding your head down on his length as he found his end, spilling his release into your mouth as you felt hot ropes of cum paint your tongue and splash against the back of your throat. Giving a few sloppy ruts of his hips as he wrapped his hand around yours at the base of his cock. Letting you see his bloodied knuckles as he increased your movements, milking his cock of every drop of spunk he had to give as he rode out his bliss. The heady taste of it settled on your tongue as you made a show of swallowing it all for him before leaning forward to clean the last beads of it against his spent cock.

“I dunno what I ever did in a past life to deserve you, sweetheart.” Togame groaned, chest heaving as he came down from his high, “I must’ve been a real good guy.”

“You’re still a good guy now,” You smiled, reaching up to stroke his cheek, “You always look after me.”

“I’m not sure about that, baby.” Togame stroked his thumb over your glossy lips, catching a stray drop of cum as your tongue instantly slipped out to lick it off the calloused pad. Groaning when you wrapped your lips around it as his spent cock fought to come back to life. Dragging your bottom lip downwards when he pulled back, muttering minx beneath his breath. You leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheek in a warm palm, leaning down to meet your gaze as he sighed, “I think I’m a pretty bad guy.”

Togame closed the distance to bring you into a languid kiss. Not caring that he could taste his release as his tongue pushed past your parted lips, grazing your teeth as it stroked against every crevice.

“But no matter what happens I’ll always be there to protect you.”

[neteyamslovrr]

KXANI - pt4

summary: you have never fit in with the scientists, but on the night jake was lost in the forest so were you. staying with the people was your one true dream, yet when you are anything but welcome and jake get's to experience the people. you find yourself seeking comfort in tsu'tey

contents: 2.4k words, fem!avatar reader angst, lots of angst, reader is upset, tsu'tey is stupid, grace redemption arc, avatar 2009, tsu'tey not being as ooc LMAO

authors note: sorry it took so long y'all, ya girl has been working her ass off trying not to fail, also soz in advance for the angst. and if ur tag didn't work L idk how to fix that (i love u all) tara i see u🧍‍♀️

all parts - next part

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Jake woke from his link ready to harass you with a million questions. As the link pod opened he was already sitting up.

“Y/N! Are you going to explain why Tsu’tey was about to slit my throat cause of you?” Jake was wide-eyed and furious. He hopped himself back into his wheelchair so he could speak to you without yelling across the shuttle.

“What? What do you mean?” You were beyond confused. Tsu’tey did what? For you?

“He came up to me yelling about some shit! That I disrespected you and that I’d be better dead! Had his knife at me and everything!” Grace had walked into the commotion immediately taking action between you two yelling colleagues.

“Woah, woah, woah. Ok calm down before we lose another scientist.” She put her hands between the space between you and made space between the two of you.

“I didn’t tell Tsu’tey to do that! I have no idea why he acted like that.” Anxiety was cursing through your body as you switched between the fuming Jake and the confused Grace. Why did Tsu’tey do this? Was it to spite you? To get a rise out of Jake?

“You obviously told him something!” He exclaimed throwing his arms in the air. Grace looked at you for confirmation, but you were persistently shaking your head.

“No. No! I just talked about being a scientist. That’s all.” Jake scoffed at you as Grace’s features grew even more concerned.

“Oh yeah, because the life of a scientist is totally enough to be THREATENED BY A WARRIOR. For fuck sake Y/N!” You were cowering from the man below you, you wanted to escape desperately, his fierce glares and Grace’s pained ones were all too much.

“Enough. We have research to log. Hurry up. Go!” Grace pulled Jake’s chair away as she stared at you to walk away from Jake. And that’s exactly what you did.

Rushing to the bunk bed you shared with Norm you climbed up and planted harshly onto the rough sheets. Curling yourself up into a ball, you tried to slow down your fast breathing as thoughts were rapidly entering your mind. You had to ask Tsu’tey.

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Rushing through Hometree you couldn’t find him anywhere. You had rummaged through ever crevice of the tree and you were left empty-handed.

Why would Tsu’tey do this? You understood he hated Jake, but you thought he’d at least be understanding. So why was he so adamant on ‘a dead Jakesully, is a good Jakesully.’ You had to understand his actions, you had to.

Your fast pace and concentrated look made the people give you a mountain of odd looks. You were growing frustrated, why was he nowhere to be seen?

Not being aware of your surroundings you ran headfirst into a firm body. There Neytiri stood looking down at you slightly as she tilted her head in confusion. “Why are you stomping around like a child?”

“Oh!...I’m looking for Tsu’tey, have you seen him?” Neytiri scanned the room before her eyes went back to you.

“I believe he’s at the river, not in his best mood.” Frowning at her comment, you wondered what had upset him so much.

“Thankyou.” Bowing at her before you started rushing through the forest. You didn’t intend on running there but it just seemed to occur as your breath grew shaky and your heart beat faster.

You had now learnt your way through the forest. The endless vegetation no longer taking you for a loop. Now you knew exactly how to get to the man you demanded answers from.

There he sat at the edge of the riverbed. He was calm, peaceful. He stared up into the sky letting out a relaxed sigh.

Watching silently a seed of the tree of souls landed on his shoulder, he watched as it flew in front of him turning his gaze into the direction of you, a frown growing on his face.

“Why are you here? Go back.” He flicked his hand as his voice rumbled, he sounded angry, it wasn’t like you heard before though, it was directly at you.  

“I need to talk to you. I was looking everywhere” Your breath still shaky as you panted out your words etching closer to him. He grimaced at your state as he contemplated his response.

“You shouldn’t have.” It was sharp and hurtful. He meant to say it like that, but watching the way your relieved expression faltered into a hurt one pained him.

“Well…you shouldn’t have threatened Jake.” You didn’t imagine you would ever step up to the tall man in front of you. But recently you felt as if he was someone you could share your concerns with, even those concerning him.

“Who are you to question my actions demon.” His lanky arms crossed against his toned body as his stature grew taller. His presence becoming more intimidating as his nostrils flared in anger.

“You upset him Tsu’tey! And you upset me.” He faltered at your words, it was a split second your saw guilt in his eyes before it flashed away again. You had never seen him so upset, he was growing more and more irritated by the second. It felt as if you were getting whiplash compared to his affection towards you yesterday.

“Why should I care what a demon feels?” He felt pained, and so did you. His words were growing harsher as was his glare. You started to back away from him, regretting ever opening your mouth.

“Well… I thought that you might of cared about me.” It was a quiet confession. One that as soon as you let it out you wanted to take it back immediately. To Tsu’tey it felt like a blade stabbing him in his heart as it escaped your mouth. His harsh glare faltered once again as he blinked rapidly. He did care. Eywa, he cared so fucking much. That’s why he was doing this. He can’t let his heart overrule his mind.

“And why would I think that? You are a demon. Bringing nothing but destruction and death.” You felt yourself shrinking as you watched him etch closer and closer to you.

“then why did you go after Jake then? If you don’t care about me!” It felt as if your heart was a pane of glass that was smashed against the floor.

He had no excuse for his behaviour towards Jake. He was angry, he was angry at Jake for treating you badly. He took your words and used them as a weapon towards Jake. He was angry because he cared about you.

“Such a demon thing to think the world revolves around you!” His voice was booming, he was seeing red but not with anger, it was his heart bleeding. “Go back. You don’t belong here.”

He saw it on your face. The slow blink to get rid of your tears. The shake in your chest and the way your swallowed any words you might of retaliated back. He saw the way you looked at him with betrayal.

“What was yesterday then?” Your voice cracked as you stared up at the stone faced man.

“A mistake.” Your lips quivered as you sucked your cheeks. He felt that familiar pang, but it wasn’t a pang anymore. It was a thrash.

He watched you turn with such speed that you almost toppled over. He watched you leave as fast as you came. He heard your sobs rack through the forest as you walked further and further away.

Soon they were washed away by the sound of rain pouring down. A sound he would usually cherish as it calmed him. But it no longer felt calming, it was deafening.

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Running back to Hometree you were tear-stricken. Your throat ached and so did your heart. You knew it was rich of you to assume he enjoyed your company, but it felt so nice to be appreciated.

Your disarray brought on the stares of hundreds including Grace’s. While she may have not been the kindest to you and she was aware of that. She was also aware how she underestimated you and dismissed you as your contributions were nothing compared to Jake’s. Yet, this morning she realised just how much she had underestimated you. You had cracked open the shell of Tsu’tey and she respected you for it.

So, when she saw you dishevelled, she couldn’t deny her concern.

“Y/N? What the hell happened?” Her fingers gripped onto your shoulder to bring you back down.

“Nothing. I just…I am alright.” She gave you the look.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“NO! No. Please just let me go.” Grace sighed giving you a pat on the back.

“C’mon kid, somethings bothering you.”

“Why would you care? You never did before?” Grace knew this was coming. She knew that she also deserved it.

“You’re crying. That’s why.” You scoffed at her, swatting her hand off you.

“I don’t need your pity. I just wanted your acknowledgement. And…the one person who was giving me that, has decided it was a mistake. So, I’d just appreciate if you don’t make that ‘mistake’ either.”

“Are you talking about Tsu’tey?” Grace was growing more concerned, she didn’t even realise the two of you had developed a special bond.  

“I’ll see you in the lab, Dr. Augustine.” You spat at her, venom dripping off your tongue as you rushed off in the same direction you came, apologising to the people you had barged into in your fit of despair.

What had you done to deserve this? Were you truly unworthy of friendship? Were you imagining all those moments with Tsu’tey. The intimate silences, the small touches, the deep conversations and the concern he had for you. Where had they gone? Did he hit his head the night before?

Or maybe it was just as he said. You were a parasite. Maybe he never felt any of those things, you just took them from him. Was this all that you were? A parasite in a fake body.

But this body was most dear to you. You felt so connected to the people and the nature. What if it was just to Tsu’tey. Had you been greedy? Been like every other sky-person and taken this worlds beauty for your own benefit.

Tears fell as you were consumed by your thoughts. You were so conflicted. How did you belong nowhere? Not with humans, not with Na’vi and not with anyone.

Disrupted from your thoughts you heard two voices in the distance. Rushing to hide up in a tree you saw the bodies of the voices.  

There was Jake and Neytiri, walking close together, talking as they planned there hunt. You watched the way they grazed upon each other. The way they would look at each other so lovingly, sharing giggles and touches. Waves of jealously crashed upon you.  

You watched them both and couldn’t help but imagine it was you and Tsu’tey. That it was you two sharing glances and loving touches.  

Your heart ached as you continued to watch them from afar. Your throat was tight the more they bonded, the more they loved. The ache in your heart was strong, the sting in your eyes was harsh as your fists were clenched.

At one point your feelings overtook you, because you were no longer fixated on the couple in front of you but the quiet words that left Neytiri’s mouth. “A clean kill…you are ready.”  

You watched the two share a look, a look of knowing and a look of accomplishment. You couldn’t help but feel your chest thrash, he was ready?

Jake was becoming Omaticaya while you are being thrown out by the future Olo’eyktan. This wasn’t fair! This wasn’t right! Your mind was foggy, and your heart stung. You had to leave. You couldn’t stay watching him succeeded right in front of you.

Leaving quietly, you returned to Hometree to lay in your hammock. You had enough of this day, it was best if you could just end it now.

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Tsu’tey laid in his hammock wide awake. The ache in his heart hadn’t gone way like he thought it would. He couldn’t love a demon, what would that make him? A traitor to his kind.

But the way you smiled, the way you cheered at the most minute things, the way you continued to love everything about him while he gave you nothing in return. He didn’t deserve the kindness you had bestowed upon him.

He longed for you. He longed to hold you and tell you he was sorry. That he confronted Jake because he was angry for you. That it was never a mistake, he loved every minute with you.

He wanted you so badly that it ached. That his heart felt bruised in your absence. Tsu’tey couldn’t help but think of your soft fingers wrapped around his torso. He couldn’t help but dream of that flight with you. He couldn’t help but mourn that it was the last time he’d ever feel your touch, or feel your love.

It was his own doing. He pushed you away. But he craved your touch and he craved your smile. He craved every single part of you, but he can’t have you.

He can’t feel this way. He is not allowed to feel this way. He has a mate, he has a duty, and he has people to serve. A demon can’t take that from him no matter how much he wanted that demon.

The sobs of your broken heart rung in his ears as he tried to fall asleep, but they didn’t escape him. He just wanted to forget this. Forget you.

He knew that you were hurting. He knew that the sky-people also hurt you just like they hurt him. He knew that he hurt you too.

 He knew that you longed to be a Omaticaya, that you wanted nothing more to be able to provide and be useful.

He could see it in the way you paid attention to every syllable that exited his mouth. It was admirable how much you wanted to provide. He saw himself in you the way you wanted to serve. It made him recoil in on himself.

To be similar to a demon like you. But you weren’t a demon. Eywa, you were a beauty, a kind soul, the purest of spirits. You reminded him of a sacred seed. But you couldn’t be, and you would never be.

You weren’t Navi, you weren’t one of the people. You never could be with the way he wanted you.

└────── ⋆☆⋆ ──────┘

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[tragedycoded]

blog 2.0

Hello, welcome to @fortunatetragedy's post-ADHD meltdown blog.

For those who weren't following me before, I am an almost-40 previously-published author who uses Tumblr to shitpost and connect with other writers.

I write horror. Adult. Mostly Weird Western. I'll be referring a lot to Doom Metal Love Story, which is a Weird Western horror romance. You can read the first of three parts on AO3 (link below). It will be independently published starting in 2025. I am coding it in Twine as an interactive fiction (IF) novel FOR SCIENCE.

The Schedule (ish)

Monday: publish/talk about Doom Metal Love Story Wednesday: annoy the squad with tag games Friday: publish A Living Machine (or forget to publish ALM and scramble to do it over the weekend)

Rest of the time it's vibes.

Hashtags

I'm working on a Weird Western horror romance at the same time as... whatever A Living Machine is. You're going to encounter some things you might not want to encounter on this blog. Blacklist the following hashtags if you're particularly against:

#dmls-spoilers: this will keep most major spoilers for Book 1 as well as all Book 2 & 3 details off your dashboard.

#dmlsposting is usually spoiler-free; it's me rambling about DMLS. If you're trying to avoid any spoilers bc you haven't read Book 1 yet, I would recommend blacklisting this one as well.

#wip: a living machine: this will keep ANYTHING about ALM, to include shitposts about Khalid's Mad Science, mostly contained.

sometimes I reblog #body horror or #horror art; I do not tag pregnancy (to include mpreg) as body horror, so if you don't want to take your chances:

#DMLS core or #ALM core are my aesthetic tags. sometimes intense horror imagery ends up in the first tag and transgressive imagery ends up in the latter. soz.

I do trigger warn against the major ones (death, blood, gore, etc.) and I put spicy content under a cut, but if I'm not being explicit, sometimes pregnancy, sex, and/or violence make it through without a tag. My bad, y'all. Blacklist the WIP tag you don't want to see that shit in and you should be fine.

Fandom Nonsense

You will see me reposting fanart and media from the following most frequently:

Pathologic Classic HD/Pathologic 2

Fear & Hunger/F&H Termina

Slay the Princess

my mutuals' work (I'm a simp, soz.)

What else...

Yes to tag games.

Yes to unsolicited asks.

Yes to WIP exchange requests. I'm more likely to agree if we're genre-adjacent (horror or Weird Western); I am a hard sell on high fantasy, historical fiction, or mystery/thriller.

byeee~

[dutifullyscreechingdragon]

Blitzø x human! Assassin! Reader

Blooming feelings

Summary: After the first few murder fiascos, you and Blitzø start catching feelings for each other. His attempts on your life morph into dates and you can't take each other as seriously as you should on the battle ground.

A/n: heyyy, I'm sorry for the slightly belated posting. The last few days have been a bit haywire for me... Anyways, I hope you enjoy the part two. Here you have the links to all the parts currently available:

Part 1: First encounter

Part 2: Blooming feelings -> you're here:)

The smoke bomb went off, you could hear the shattering of glass and the revving of the motorbike. Y/n was gone.

"And she's gone..." Blitzø stated and was about to leave through the portal, when Moxxie pulled his sleeve:

"Sir, there's a card on the floor"

Blitzo picked it up, it was a note. In a neat handwriting the following was written:

Despite being sent to kill me

(and failing miserably),

you're chill

Call me:)

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Blitzø texted you this very evening. He wanted to do this instantly, but had to withhold himself - gotta preserve the reputation

You were getting ready to bed, today was a long day, right after the pleasant encounter with Blitzø, you had to rush off to deal with a murderer and then get your bike into repair. Oh and you also had to buy yourself new cargo pants, your current ones were getting a wee bit to bloodstained for your liking.

Today was a busy day. So only now, about to go to sleep, did you have time to actualy process what happened in the morning. That being you giving the attractive imp(?) your phone number... And, since he still didn't call or text you, you were staring to have second thoughts... Have you read too much into the whole thing? Was it strictly professional for him?

That's when your phone went off

Unknown: whadup, gurl

Cut the guy some slack, he was low-key nervous and was trying to come off as suave

Y/n: Blitzø?

Unknown: ya, who else wuld be txting u

Y/n: should I take offence?

Unknown: idk, do u find that offensive

Y/n: kinda?

Unknown: soz, I'll show u a picture of a horse I drew and you'll forgive me

Unknown: deal?

to be fair, Blitzø didn't know what he was writing. He had no intention of offending you and panicked, texting you the first thing that came into his mind. Thankfully, you found it amusing and texted him back:

Y/m: deal:)

He sent you a picture of a horse. You though it was really good, so that's what you texted him back. He was ecstatic and instantly sent you a few more.

Needless to say, that soon enough your gallery was filled with various drawings of horses.

In the span of the next week, you and Blitzø texted quite a lot.

He offered you a job at the IMP pretty early on:

Blitzø: ya know, when u end up in hell, a gal like you culd work for me

Y/n: why are you so sure I'd wanna work for you?

Blitzø: why wouldnt u?

Y/n: idk u trying to kill me is kind of a turn off...

Blitzø: ahhh come oooon it's not that big of a deal

Blitzø: ill take u horse riding or smth

Y/n: can't say no to that hahaha

After that reply, Blitzø got so hyped up, he literally ran out of his office and shouted:

"Fuck yeah she loves me back, ya hear that Mox," Blitz looked very much proud as he showed his employee the text chain

"Uhhh Sir, I wouldn't make such quick assumptions-"

"Shhh don't ruin the moment" Blitzo retorted pressing his finger into Moxxie's lips to silence him.

Sometimes you'd get a notification in the middle of a job and it'd be Blitzø sending you a selfie of him ( and sometimes some of his friends as well) in the middle of a fight with a caption like:

"another normal day at work (nearly got killed)"

Or

"brunch went wrong"

Or plainly

"how u doing? "

And sometimes you'd reply with a selfie of yourself, creeping up to some guy you're about to murder. Which would cause Blitzø to text you:

Blitzø: update?

And you sending him a picture of you, potentially covered in blood, standing over a dead body.

At this point, he wasn't shying away from nicknames. He'd call you babe, sweetcheeks and sunshine.

You'd usually settle fro something along the lines of hot stuff, pretty boy, love

However, Blitzø does a lot of stupid stuff, which is when idiot, dumbass, etc. come in use

"How ya doing, hot stuff", you'd say, winking at Blitzø, causing him to try and lean on a non-existent doorframe and ultimately topple to the ground, sending you (and Millie, who witnessed it) a fit of giggles.

You and Blitzø's murderous rendezvous start to become more.. date-like. There is a lot of flirting and very little shooting done.

Sometimes you wonder, whether you guys should just drop the pretences

Moxxie and Loona are steadily growing sick of all of this. Millie finds it quite endearing, actualy.

You were presently engaged in a hand to hand combat with Blitzø. You performed a serie of punches, trying hard not to hit any super vital points. This sent your oponent tumbling on the ground.

"Youuu do punch Hella hard, babe," Blitzø drawled out "that's Hella hot "

You chuckled at this and threw him an ice pack with the words:

"Take that, wouldn't want to cause permanent damage to that pretty face of yours"

Blitzø would never admit it, but that made him blush very much, which would've been very much visible if it wasn't for his red skin (the blush was still fairly visible, just less intense).

or another time:

With one swift movement Blitzø tackled you to the ground. He smirked:

"Ya know, I could get used to this view, babe" he started nonchalantly "maybe different setting, like a bedroom" he smirked at your startled reaction "though if you prefer this place, babe, then I guess why not? I'm not picky " he continued his flirting.

You look up at him deviously, buckling your hips forward and in one movement flipping you both, positioning you on top:

"I think this is way better" you smirk at him triumphantly

"Whatever you say babe. Whatever gets us to fuck"

You didn't expect him to be THAT straightforward (honestly, that one is on you, having known him for quite some time you should've seen that coming), deep red blush cowered your cheeks. You were rescued by Loona's groan and frustrated shouting:

"Get a room! Stop defiling the fucking pavement"

The closer you grew together the more comfortable would Blitzø feel with invading your private space. He would sometimes launch "surprise attacks" on you (the reason was that "he missed you very much"):

It was the middle of the night, when you groggily opened your eyes to see Blitzø mere centimetres away from your face:

"Whatcha dreaming about?" He asked. You were about to shriek, but caught yourself in time. Meanwhile, Blitzø continued "Wake up, Im here to kill ya" his voice was far too giddy.

You were very tired. Exhausted.

"Mmmm, go to sleep, Blitzie," you pushed him lightly off you and onto the bed, wrapping your arm around him, "kill me tomorrow"

In retrospect, this wasn't very professional, but Blitzø didn't seem to mind...and judging from the soft purring in the morning, he even enjoyed it.

At this point, you're very accustomed to each other's habits. You also have a set date and time for the Blitzø's murder attempts:

You were anxiously pacing the street. It was a nice Tuesday morning. 9.15 am precisely and it has been 15 minutes since Blitzø was supposed to attack. He always showed up on time. To your murderous rendezvous.

You were about to pick up your phone and dial him, demanding an explanation (you were worried sick: What if the imp died on one of his jobs?), when he showed up, out of breath (clearly had been running) and with two coffee's in tow.

"Hey babes, d'ya miss me?" He said in his suave voice.

"You're late to your weekly murder attempt on my life" You said in a flat voice.

"Ahhh soz, there was a fucking line ot the coffee shop" he replied nonchalantly

"and the fact that you argued with the employee for ten straight minutes because they couldn't get Y/n's order right and then misspelled her name didn't do much to help" Moxxie muttered under his breath, but of course everyone heard him.

"Come on, Mox, don't embarrass Boss in front of the girl" Millie said and winked at you.

"Anyway," Blitzø said stretching out the first syllable, "I got your coffee. Just how you like" he looked at you with pride, as if he had to fight a glorious battle for it (he sort of did)

"Awwww thanks, love, that's so sweet" you smile and give him a soft peck on the cheek. You take a sip of your coffee, its delicious, just how you like it.

Once you're done drinking your coffee and are fairly caught up with the drama that you didn't manage to cover in your texts and calls, Blitzø commands:

"Now, M&M get into your positions. We're way behind schedule!"

a/n: I hope you enjoyed this chapter and have a great day (or night) <3

[agentstarkid]

This little story turns one year old this July 31st!

We hopped with Girlie on a rollercoaster of finding (true) love, being quarantined in a foreign country, lots of internet meanies, making new friends, angst, heartbreak, depresh sesh, finding love again and so much more to come -- What a wild journey it's been, and I'm so proud I took the leap!

Looking back a year ago, I can't believe how far this story and I have come. I remember being so full of uncertainty and nerves to post that first chapter, and now, a whole year later, I'm writing little blurbs and one-shots in a whole different language to my main one.

And to celebrate this milestone with you guys, the DAN-Y/N stans out there, and as a thank you for all these 365 days of support and love to Danielito & Girlie's love story—a.k.a. my baby—, I put together a list of dialogue prompts from where you can pick one—or as many as you'd like—and send it to me so I can write a little blurb to go with it!

You can request a specific moment on the fic you'd like to see more (c'mooooon, they were together for 2 whole years! Let's see if you've been paying attention hehe), or just make a general request with a quote of your choice (or you can suggest one! Can't promise much on this, but I'd try my best to bring it to life, unless it is smut. I can't write smut for shitzels yet soz).

I'll be accepting resquests for the next 2 weeks!

✧. ┊ Series Masterlist

P.S. Fingers crossed next month I can—finally—post a new chapter! Adult life has been kicking my ass these past months so please be patient with me! — But my inbox is always open to talk! :)

— All the dialogue sources are linked!

“These are way too many, omg, I’m being squeezed by these pillows, love!” “Well I just, you know, thought that since you like to hold on to me while you sleep but we can’t do that right now, I decided to bring you all these.” “Aww, I appreciate it, baby, but would you mind moving some? And even though I do have these, I will miss your warmth beside me.” 

“You weren’t uncomfortable back there, right? I just wanted to make sure you were all right.” “No, no, I wasn’t. Thank you for doing that.”

"You had no business looking that good back there."

"Those could be our kids one day." "What...?" 

“They don’t know you, love. They don’t know how much we love each other. Let them think what they want to. It doesn’t matter, you know why? Because you are enough. We are enough.”

“I don’t want you to be perfect, sweetheart. I want you to be who you are.”

“I…I wasn’t sure if you’d like this, so I just bought all the colors they had there.”

“Stoooop. Stop making me all…” “All… what?”

“Sorry. I just... like seeing that I have an effect on you, I guess.”

“Life would suck complete testicles if it weren’t for you.” 

“I like seeing you this way. so… at ease. makes me wonder how anyone could ever purposely put you under stress and live with themselves afterwards.”

"I know you're struggling right now, and it's okay, okay? We'll get through this."

“With you, I see a forever I’ve never envisioned before. Not that I didn’t want to, it’s more because I wasn’t able to… At least until I met you.”

“God, I really don’t want to leave”.

“I’m so deftly terrified of falling in love. Because what if I end up with a broken heart? That thought itself is just so scary to me. I want to, but I can’t get over that fear.” “Then how about you let me be that first step you take into falling in love? I can help you get over that fear, if you’d let me.” 

“People say they fall in love like they fall asleep — slowly, then all at once. But the way I fell for you can only be described as that feeling when you’re drifting off to sleep, only to feel like you’re falling, oh-so-suddenly. So suddenly that it ends up startling you awake; heart racing in your chest because it feels like you fell off the precipice of a cliff. It’s quick and sudden, and there’s no slowness to it. It’s a crash and burn type of love that I feel.”

“They say the second time’s the charm.” “Was the first time not charming enough for you?” “No, but the second time’s going to be even better, I promise.” 

“If people can hate for no reason,  then I can love for no reason too.”

“I dunno who taught you that love comes with conditions and limitations, but mine doesn’t. Not when it’s you.”

“I don’t know how to ask for help i just— I’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before.  so…this is me trying i guess.  I need it and i’m afraid to ask for it.  That's the best I can do.”

“You really think a relationship should be that hard?” “No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.”

“If you don’t kiss me, right now…” “Then what?” “Then I will have to do it myself.”

"I think destiny wants us to be together, and you should never argue with destiny.”

“What do you think is our song?”

“I can’t concentrate, when you look at me like that.” “Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”

“Sing for me.” “What would you like to hear?”

“I feel like I can breathe better with you around.”

“You’re much better off without me.” “You’re not the judge of that.”

“I love you, okay?! And I can’t stay in your life when I’m just ruining it.” “You can’t just say that and don’t wait for me to answer.”

“Your mom is coming over today.” “Tell her to bring fried rice or she’s not invited.” “You tell her, she’s your mom.” “But she likes you more!”

“Wait, you can’t swim?” “I was always more into sports on land where, you know, I can’t drown.” “I will teach you!”

“Every night before bed I write three good things that happened to me. And every night I find myself writing down your name.”

“God, don’t do that. You’re going to make me go on Santa’s naughty list tonight.”

“This heart belongs to you, and only you. And I’d hope you want to keep it for a very, very long time.”

“What matters isn’t the place, but the person you’re with at that place. So this is to say, being with you is enough for me. So long as you are there, then all is well.”

“If you don’t wanna spend the night in a empty house, you could always come over to mine.” 

"Hey, i think i can fit over here in this corner." "What are you, a plant?" "Maybe. you shine on me every day, after all."

“I don’t know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you’re in it. “

“Annoying you is what I’m best at.”

“You get to curl up in my lap, and I get to watch a cinematic masterpiece in peace and quiet. i think this is a pretty sweet deal.”

“This is your home, just as it is mine.”

“That was your master plan? Really?” “No, my master plan was having no plan actually.”

“When life gives you lemons, squirt the juice into your enemies’ eyes and watch them whimper.”

“Maybe i'm too late to be your first, but right now, i'm preparing myself to be your last.”

“Over everything, I choose you.”

“You’ve given me so many memories, I'd hate it if you become one”

“I hope you heal from the things you dont wanna talk about”

“I was gonna marry her…”

“Because you always been my ticket home…”

“Have you ever gone stargazing?” “yeah, i’ve seen your eyes a few times.”

"Oh God- why are you half-naked?" "nothing you haven't seen before, love" "it's freezing, go put on a shirt-" "Nah, you can warm me up." 

“You never have to fear that you’re losing me.”

“Aw, you brought out the smile.” “Which smile?” “The one reserved for the people you love.” “How could you even tell?” “Because that’s how you smile at me.”

“No, you’re not allowed to smile at me like that.”

“This is not some predestined soulmate shit or fate or whatever. I love you all on my own. Because you’re awesome and because I want to.”

“You know, I prefer you naked, but that dress also looks breathtaking on you.”

“Believe in the me that believes in you”

“Work can wait. You need rest.”

“I got the recipe from your mom, i hope i did it justice.”

“I think i deserve a cuddle for letting you stick your icy little feet on me all night.”

“Ok…so, umm I made this playlist for our first month anniversary. I hope it’s not too bad!” “Omg, this is- I can’t believe it! I always wanted someone to make me a playlist!” 

“You already are a handful. Together, you guys are insufferable.”

“I’m right here.”

“Careful, or I will fall for you.” “You’ll be fine. I’ll buy you some knee pads.” “Knee pads but no helmet?” “If you’re falling for me, you’ve already taken a hit to the head.”

“Uh-oh.” “What’s wrong?” “That’s their ‘oh, you messed with the wrong bitch, bitch’ face.”

“You look like an idiot.” “You know, other people would say it’s nice to see me so happy. Or that I have a beautiful smile.”

“I’ve never seen you this happy before.”

“(Congrats.) You’re one of us now.”

“Please, never apologise for wanting to be loved.”

“Come on. I’ll show you how to dance”

"Are you still mad at me? I mean, it's okay if you are. I'm mad at myself, too."

"Put your head on my lap and sleep a little."

 “I don’t want to go to bed angry…can we please talk about this?” 

“Your cheeks are really soft.” “Stop squishing them!”

“You didn’t have to do anything…” “But i wanted to.”

[1moreff-creator]

How the LGI MV proves MonoTVid is both canon and a doomed ship

In this totally serious analysis post, I will show you, with 100% irrefutable evidence, that MonoTVid (the common ship name for MonoTV x David) is destined to be both canon and a doomed ship. This is in honor of them recently winning that one poll in The Website Formerly Known As Twitter, a poll which I do not entirely understand but one which I will respect regardless.

I will not accept any criticism on this post. I am objectively correct. If you find mistakes in this post, then what you’ve found is a mistake in your brain.

Obviously a TV, Obviously a Ship

Observe.

Now, do you understand?

If you don’t, let me spell it out for you. We have what is “obviously a TV” with terrorist iconography, which obviously represents MonoTV, nearby several elements which clearly represent David. The hair clips, the megaphone, the dummy. You’ll see “dummies” is plural, because David is a dummy. This is the first clue to the tsundenderish nature of David, as he is literally calling himself a “baka”, perhaps even of the sussy variety. If he calls himself “baka”, could he use the same word to describe someone else?

But the true indication of this ship is the lemon on top of the TV. See, the lemon in the story “Lemon” by the man who wrote the story “Lemon”, whoever he was, is a lemon which represents, despite being a lemon, a person’s will to live. If you want further context on this lemon, read the background text near the lemon when the lyric “make a lemon bomb” shows up on screen, near the lemon. You think I’m gonna post an image of the lemon text near the lemon? No. You should know the lemon text near the lemon by heart.

Anyways, this lemon is obviously on top of the TV to represent that MonoTV is David’s reason to live. There are no other possible interpretations.

But you may also see those dandelions, labeled “weeds”. Weed is what I’m taking to make this post. Not cannabis, I am sniffing dandelions. This is besides the point.

Now, you’ll realize that since dandelions represent happiness, and even hope, the point the video tries to make with them is that David sees these things as annoying weeds. This shows MonoTV and David both hate hope. They are clearly lovers.

But what you didn’t notice, and I know you didn’t notice for I am in your walls, is footnote 18: “A/N: soz not very good at drawing flowers lol!!!”. See, David is the author of these notes, which is obvious from things like footnote 11, the “I am an only child” one. What this footnote means is that David gave these flowers to MonoTV, but he’s embarrassed about it, because he doesn’t think any gift can match the divine splendor of MonoTV. David is just that sweet. That much of a cinnamon roll who can do no wrong. A skrunkly. A blorbo. What other words can I use to brainwash Tumblr users.

Now, look at these.

Look at the balloon and the Monokuma plushie. Does my inconsistent coloring of “the” bother you? I am very evil. You’ll see the balloon is labeled “stupid kid’s toy”, while the plushie is “a popular toy”.

Now, you might think this is another indication that David sees anything related to hope, like balloons, as inherently childish and stupid. Meanwhile, he sees anything related to despair, like Monokuma, as more grounded.

You are wrong.

You seem, MonoTV has stated Monokuma is its dad. So this being in the video means that MonoTV is David’s daddy and his toy. I’ll explain when you’re older. Just kidding, I won’t. Fuck that.

Not convinced?

Why? I am always right, so you shouldn’t doubt me.

But okay, I guess:

I Will Bring Up Color Theory For The Thousandth Post In A Row

I am not linking the accirax post for the fiftieth time. Look it up yourself.

Look:

Yellow for David, cyan for MonoTV. Many have tried to come up with an answer for what “original” means, but it’s actually really simple.

See, David has an I. You wanna know who else has an I? Dark blue, which may be J. And J is the mastermind. Here’s the source for that, it’s somewhere in that video, you just have to find it.

So, J, who is the mastermind and thus essentially MonoTV, has the same letter as David. This clearly shows David and MonoTV are lovers.

Here’s another case of a cyan I.

Boom. Theorizing’s easy.

Then, look.

David has game in yellow, then MonoTV has game in cyan. They’re lovers. Do you find another explanation? No, no you don’t. You will not think critically about this post. You are not immune to MonoTVid propaganda.

But, alas, the ship is not to last.

David is a Cat

At the beginning of the video:

David calls himself a cat, then MonoTV shows up to remind us it’s a dog. You might think it doesn’t mean much, but there actually is meaning behind David being a cat. See, it’s related to the archaic Japanese pronoun “wagahai”, referenced-

Nah, you don’t care about that. David’s a cat, source just trust me bro.

That’s what the black and white cat sitting next to David actually represents: David, tied by color scheme to MonoTV. I’m writing this on my phone and don’t feel like waiting to get to a computer to get past the 10 image limit, so we’re out of visuals.

Why is this important? Well, if you take into account the Romeo and Juliet quote that footnote 8 is attached to (here’s a screenshot), it’s clear the MV is trying to convey a story of two people in love separated by fate. This is clearly about David and MonoTV, which is further represented by David being represented by a cat when MonoTV is obviously a dog. Truly sad. Can I get an amen?

Are you not convinced yet? Crazy. Well, one last thing then.

It’s All Democratic

“To be or not to be? Who knows? Let’s decide! Democratic-ly”

You see how the rules for class trials are on the same image as democratic-ly? Well, this is a clear reference to the poll on The Website Formerly Known As Twitter. Since MonoTVid was chosen as the winner of said poll, it was chosen “democratically”, and will thus become a canon doomed ship. You might wonder if this means the dev has the ability to see the future. But we are not to speculate on the dev’s identity, so while we can’t theorize they are clairvoyant, we also can’t speculate they aren’t. Checkmate.

In fact, The Website Formerly Known As Twitter is now sometimes referred to as “X”, an obvious reference to the X on this screen. Because surely no one would be so absolutely idiotic as to just name the website “X” for no reason.

But hold on, isn’t this X actually Roman numeral 10 for Min?

Well, obviously. We never saw Min’s corpse in her execution, which means she survived and is the second mastermind alongside J. Min is still alive. Min is still alive. Min is still alive. Min is still-

Am I a Whit Young kinnie, but specifically for Min? No, obviously. Because Min isn’t like Whit’s mom, because Min is still alive.

The point is, Min is related back to MonoTV through her mastermind-y nature, and MonoTV to MonoTVid, I’m too lazy to actually continue writing this post.

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Did you actually read this all the way to end? Are you okay? Do you need a hug? Because this is insane. I don’t know why I made this. Take care!

[fagladder]

alright alright how about the november and tango one? and im purposely being vague in the hopes that you post them all

i don’t have access to my pc currently, so this is the only one i have on hand rn, soz!

if people are interested in seeing more tangvember, ill post some batches + the original asks when i get home

img <-NSFW WARNING (as per usual) (updated link)

once again, for any new people, the links i use to host my imgs will expire after a day! until i find a new host, we just have to put up with it. i’ll reblog all my posts with new links once i find a permanent place for them

[hurtspideyparker]

Hi, if it’s not too much trouble could you please share some songs you think are Peter Parker coded? No pressure of course, thank you

HOW DID U KNOW I MADE A PETER PARKER PLAYLIST LITERALLY THIS WEEK?

I'll give out the link, it's based on MCU Peter and is vaguely chronological. Heavy on the angst soz. Also I don't have a super broad or unique music taste but I tried my best !

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0IeIl3Kj7L1hFoyyTIR21P?si=PkQ3NKseS0eL-sVyUFI5qA

Some specific thoughts on each song and how they relate to Peter if interested:

Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown - civil war Peter. just a crazy little guy, absolutely bonkers baby boy kicking super soldier ass.

all-american bitch by Olivia Rodrigo - homecoming Peter expected to be this tidy neighborhood hero for Tony but he's young and stupid and eager for action.

tolerate it by Taylor Swift - Homecoming Tony and Peter. Peter idolizing Tony and doing everything he can to prove himself and catch his mentor's attention, while Tony barely pays attention to him. "You're so much older and wiser and I, wait by the door like I'm just a kid" "I made you my temple, my mural my sky, now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life".

Reflections by The Neighborhood - same theme as tolerate it. "tried to put it out for you to get, could've should've but you never did" - Peter trying to warn Tony about what's going on but Tony not listening. Bonus "I see my reflection in your eyes" (I just wanted to be like you!).

Rose-Colored Boy by Paramore - Peter being this young optimistic hero, slowly losing that spark.

clementine by Halsey - general childish, stubborn Peter attitude. "I don't need anyone! I don't need anyone! I just need everyone and then some."

brutal by Olivia Rodrigo - Peter trying his best and losing so much of his normal teenage life to be the hero everyone demands, but he's never good enough.

All These Things That I've Done by The Killers - Peter coming to terms with the chaos and danger he causes others, begging for a mentor or a helping hand because he's in way over his head. "yeah you know you gotta help me out, oh don't you put me on the back burner" is so Tony coded in Homecoming. "I've got soul but I'm not a soldier" Peter has heart but he's only a hero by chance, he didn't ask for the fight.

this is me trying by Taylor Swift - Far From Home Peter reliving all his mistakes and thinking of the people he's nearly gotten killed, Fury berating him, telling Happy how he messed up. Him thinking about Tony a lot, and how he's failing to be the next Iron Man.

Gold Rush by Taylor Swift - this just makes me think about how enamouring and beautiful Peter is.

Social Cues by Cage The Elephant - Far From Home Peter. Literally that scene where Peter gets overwhelmed by the reporters, pressured and frazzled by the expectations of being the new biggest hero. Shy little guy in his Iron Spider suit.

Idle Worship by Paramore - Fury and so many others expecting the world of Peter when he's still just a kid who's expertise is stopping bike thiefs and helping elders cross the street. They set him so high on this pedestal that when he falls the impact will be so much harder.

The Kids Are All Dying by FINNEAS - Everyone turning against Peter because of Mysterio's lies. Peter frustrated they're so focused on him, just a kid who's trying to do good, that they're blind to the real problems. Everyone is so gullible and maybe Peter is second guessing being a hero considering how angry everyone is at him for it.

Figure 8 by Paramore - "all for your sake, became the very thing that I hate, I lost my way" this song is Peter's frustration at Mysterio and shield in general, how they took him and forced him to be someone he wasn't and how it backfired "I was only being kind but you mistook me for weak" Peter is far more trusting and forgiving than most, but once he's mad... his true strength shows.

Would've, Could've, Should've by Taylor Swift - Peter regretting trusting Beck. "If I was a child did it matter, if you got to wash your hands" Beck doesn't care that Peter is an innocent kid in this, only cares about his goal and hatred for Tony. "but lord you made me feel important, and then you tried to erase us" Beck made him feel seen and special in a time where no one else was (Peter had low self esteem and was easy to manipulate).

Why by Derivakat - another Beck and Peter angst theme (Mysterio is my fave villain sorry lol) "look at what you've done, is this what you call glory? do you still believe you're the hero of your story?" Beck has caused so much suffering just because of his grudge against a dead man. "you act like a judge enforcing your personal grudge. am I to pay for this war you've raised?" Beck admits that Peter is an innocent chest pawn in all this, and still Peter ends up losing the most.

Daylight by Taylor Swift - Peter and MJ anthem 🥺 finally seeing the great thing that has been right in front of him all along. Also- "I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked" hurting his friends because he trusted Mysterio. "Clearing the air I breathed in the smoke" Peter clearing his name from what Beck did to protect his friends, but he ended up poisoning himself (No Way Home ending).

because i liked a boy by Sabrina Carpenter - all because Peter trusted Beck he nearly destroyed the planet and then he lost everyone he loves. "now I'm a homewrecker I'm a slut, I got death threats filling up semi trucks. tell who I am, guess I don't have a choice. All because I liked a boy" change homewrecker and slut into menace and murderer and it's just like what the media is saying, sending Spider-Man constant hate and telling him who he is, and all is happening because Peter trusted Beck and gave him the power of EDITH.

What I'm Becoming by Cage The Elephant - Peter and May :(. "I'm so sorry honey, for what I'm becoming. Everything you wanted, seems so far from me. never meant to hurt you no, never meant to make you cry" May wanted Peter to be selfless and kind, to vouch for second chances even for criminals and villains. Now Peter is the one trying to take Green Goblin's life because he got May killed, and deep down he knows May would be disappointed.

my tears ricochet by Taylor Swift - No Way Home final battle and saying goodbyes. "you wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me... cause when I'd fight you used to tell me I was brave, and if I'm dead to you why are you at the wake. cursing my name, wishing I stayed, look at how my tears ricochet" MJ still wearing the necklace after forgetting. Desperate and making Peter promise he'll get her to remember, sharing tears. They're all haunted by someone they used to know. "I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want just not home" is of course Peter being a free man but at the cost of losing everything he called home.

R.I.P. 2 My Youth by The Neighborhood - basically Peter losing all of his mentor's and support system, leaving school and getting a place of his own - the end to his youth. He steps fully into his role as Spider-Man and with it Peter Parker, the sweet naive kid he was, has died.

Making the Bed by Olivia Rodrigo - "push away all the people who know me the best, but it's me who's been making the bed". Even though it was Peter's decision to erase his name and protect the people he cared about, he hates going back to that dingey apartment all alone each day. "another thing I ruined, I used to do for fun" is about how bittersweet being Spidey is now.

Cigarette Daydreams by Cage The Elephant - "cigarette daydream, you were only seventeen. So sweet with a mean streak" this song's vibes are sweet boy beaten down, still trying to remain gentle in the face of violence :( Peter looking for reasons to remain good while everything crumbles around him.

Your Best American Girl by Mitski - "you have so much to do, but I have nothing head of me" Peter to his friends. He knew being Spider-Man he'd never have a normal life, so he decided to let them go instead of dragging them down with him. "you're the one, you're all I ever wanted I think I'll regret this" is Peter in that coffee shop making the final decision to leave them.

Happy Now? by FINNEAS - Peter's journey as Spider-Man, a post No Way Home Peter reminiscing about his career. I love the line "always such an anxious child, never wild, always worrying". Makes me think about homecoming Peter and how he was giving up all his clubs and time with his friends to be a superhero just because he felt a responsibility (civil war Peter telling Tony why he does this speech).

The Plan (Fuck Jobs) by The Front Bottoms - sardonic Peter, bitter and sarcastic post No Way Home. Him vs. the daily bugle, a broke and mentally unstable young adult. Comic Peter vibes.

Ya'burnee by Halsey - Peter thinking about MJ and how badly he wants to confess to her again who he is and why he loves her. They had so little time to be a couple together, immediately sweeped into a media circus and having their lives endangered time and time again. This song is just a Peter Parker open heart surgery.

I miss you, I'm sorry by Gracie Abrams - bittersweet anthem to Peter MJ and Ned ending their friendship. "nothing happened in the way I wanted... I don't want go think I'll make it worse, everything I know brings me back to us" :(

Matilda by Harry Styles - "you talk of the pain like it's all alright, but I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside" Peter is such an optimist. He left that coffee shop with a smile for his friends getting into MIT, but he doesn't allow himself to feel grief for that life he was supposed to have too. I think he deserves to feel his sadness and understand it wasn't his fault, that nothing is wrong with him. "you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up/for doing it on your own" I hope he doesn't regret his choices, and that things will get better for him.

[suengmi]

✧ all is lost ✧ 3k, r

hollowed eyes with dark circles splattered underneath. like clouds on a dark day, thunder waiting to boom. the man standing before you; looking like he's going to break, but he doesn't. he never does. what were you doing wrong?

pairing: lee know x afab!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

genre: angst, romance, smut [[[[emotional]]]] lmao

warnings/other: cussing, slight!arguing, crying, unprotected sex, shower sex, kinda? proofread soz, prompt

♡ masterlist ♡ please reblog if you liked! it rly helps and i love to hear your feedback ♡

a/n: HERE WE GO BEBEHHHH ANGSTY MINHO LOVE MAKING BEBEHHH thank you anon for being patient! i hope you enjoy eee but fr as always upset myself bc ITS FINGER GRIPPIN EMOTIONAL SEX YUCKDKD go away I need to rest rip

-

the first time you met lee know, you were in your black silk pyjamas. not really the best for the occasion you had thought, hair slicked back with a cat headband and eyebrows not filled in. lee know had come to your house to watch movies with jisung, your housemate. it wasn't often jisung brought people over, but you remember jisung mentioning that his friend was a movie buff like both of you were.

"this is lee know, minho sometimes if you're close." jisung had said, gesturing between you and his friend.

your lips formed into a straight line, nodding awkwardly. you just came out to grab a snack and drink. but here he was, being friendly and nice to you, openly making conversation. he had asked about you, what you liked and what you did for a job. how could you refuse? you weren't one to be rude. plus, he was really cute. that part didn't bother you as much. after a short conversation you had said goodbye, shuffling back to your room, a warm cup of green tea in your hand.

it wasn't until the third time he had come over to watch movies that you decided to join. you had carefully sat on the edge of the couch, trying not to get close.

to your surprise, lee know had slapped the cushion next to him, eyes still on the tv. you slinked down slowly, letting your silk pyjamas do the job for you. it wasn't long before he looked at you, offering you a handful of spicy cheetos. mouth full as he spoke, "want thum?"

-

when you had observed jisung and lee knows behaviour, lee know was very touchy. he was always hugging and laying on jisung, linking arms with him when they walked.

in saying that, the closer that you and lee know got the more he would touch you. always hugging you when he came and left, always asking if you were okay when you were sleepy on the couch, hand rubbing on your arm gently.

a few times he had dragged you from the couch, pulling you by your arm to end up steering you by your hips, making car sounds as he pushed you towards your room. sometimes, he'd even use your cat headband to hold his hair back when he washed his face. you didn't mind though. after he was done he would always put it back on your head, slapping your cheeks gently saying you looked cute. always with those damn touches.

this is what began it all, the way he touched you. he wasn't afraid of it and you loved it, loved how comfortable he was. every time he touched you, you'd reciprocate, seemingly just as comfortable as him.

-

one movie night down the track, jisung was asleep on the couch, your favourite ghibli movie playing.

"from yesterday!" you grinned, freshly brushed teeth showing. "it's my favourite."

lee know had laughed at your silly grin and said he hadn't seen it.

as the movie began you felt his hand lay on your thigh, gently opening his fingers. he didn't look at you, just continued watching the tv.

a few minutes or so into the movie, you peered down to his hand. obviously open for you to grab it. the urge over took you, just to feel his hands against your own.

fuck it. you had thought, placing your palm on his. he didn't make a face or jolt, but accepted the touch, fingers lacing with your own. it was like it was natural, like it was meant to be. this was the beginning of something simple, something new, fresh and exciting.

he smiled at you, his eyes lighting up like a boy who had his first crush. you returned the smile, head leaning down to his shoulder.

-

as the days went on you found yourself falling helplessly in love with him. the time went too quickly, never seemingly able to spend enough time with together. he'd always laugh, resting his forehead on yours telling you that you were too greedy. it was his favourite thing about you, how needy you were for him and wanted to keep him all to yourself.

lee know was your biggest supporter, always being there for you in your bad times. telling you he loved all parts of you, the ones you called ugly or bad, and the ones you hated. nothing was off limits to him, showing your whole self as is, not hiding any of your darkness like you did to all the others you loved.

he was strong, a statue in his nature never faulting. never was there a complaint, a rude tone or even an argument. he always listened, caring about how you felt and what you had to say.

not once had you been so in love with someone before, your heart swelling more and more as the months went on.

-

something was bothering you, you weren't sure what. maybe it was the fact that lee know hadn't been himself lately. there were occasions where you could sense he was upset, but he would comfort your worries with a kiss, pulling you into a hug letting you know he was fine.

he drew a line, it was one you weren't allowed to cross. you wanted so desperately to see what was behind the line, to get into a part of him that no one else had. the more you pondered on it the more you had realised you had never seen him cry, never had he ever come to you for comfort. so that's what it was, he didn't seek shelter in you. it made you feel useless, like you weren't doing what you were supposed to.

the last few weeks you had seen him more quiet, seen him more distant. anxiety jumped in your throat whenever you thought about it. his kisses lessened, the sex lessened and his usual smile wasn't as full as it commonly was.

-

it's about one in the morning, lee knows arrival wakes you from your sleep on the couch. he had given you a key to the house and you were able to use it freely, not ever needing to tell him if you were at his or not. he always welcomed you, never questioning it.

when you come to the door, your met with your boyfriend. you take in his appearance.

hollowed eyes with dark circles splattered underneath. like clouds on a dark day, thunder waiting to boom. the man standing before you; looking like he's going to break, but he doesn't. he never does. what were you doing wrong?

"babe?" you say quietly, hand grabbing his empty one.

"hey." he says to you blankly, pressing a swift kiss on your forehead. he lets go of your hand, throwing his bags on the ground and plops himself on the couch. he sighs as he takes out his phone to scroll.

"is it okay that i'm here?" you ask meekly, standing in front of him. he nods without looking up at you.

"are you okay?"

he looks up to you for a second, nodding again without effort.

expressionless and bored is how you'd explain him. you're frozen for a moment, not knowing how you should approach this.

you've got to say something, anything.

"talk to me." you say bending down, placing a hand onto his leg.

"baby, i'm fine." he says, tone slightly agitated.

he's never spoken to you like that. a dull pain aches in your heart. for the first time ever, you didn't feel welcome.

you bend to your knees, hands placing themselves on his thighs. "if i did something wrong, please tell-"

"it's not always about you." he grunts, pushing your arm gently to make his way to his room.

you didn't follow him. you thought about it, wanting to grab onto him and hold him. instead, you opt for laying on the couch. feeling like if you go into his room, you'll get the lee know that you didn't know, the lee know that you wanted to. you wanted to see all of him, just like he saw all of you. but maybe he wasn't ready. you had to respect that.

-

a small sound enters your ears. you're not asleep but you're not awake, somewhere in between. is the shower on? you're not even sure what time it is, but it's still dark. in your sleepy daze, you throw your blanket to the side and walk to the bathroom door, eyes still fuzzy in the dark.

the door is slightly ajar, rarely was it ever shut when you were in his apartment. you can hear the shower running, fast and hot, the steam slightly escaping through the crack.

"babe?" you ask curiously. it doesn't seem like he can hear you.

you push the door forwards a bit, barely a centimetre or two. "babe?"

still nothing.

this was new territory, you'd never experienced your boyfriend like this. although you didn't want to push his boundaries, it was hurting your heart to see him so upset. you wanted to help.

"honey?" you call one last time, slowly manoeuvring yourself through the doors crack.

still nothing.

just barely, you can see him through the glass door, his figure seemingly sitting on the ground. you approach the shower, sliding the door open gingerly, only to be met with your boyfriend in a state. his head is in his hands, hot water relentless and boiling as it trickles down his back. he doesn't look up at you, but he knows you're there.

in a small haste, you slip off your shirt with ease, now naked aside from your undies.

you don't speak, bending down to be at his level. your hands grip gently onto his, prying them away from his face with care.

the expression he gives you sends a sudden tinge of sorrow to your stomach. he's broken, an absolute mess. the rings around his eyes are red, dark circles even worse than before. red blotches stain across his cheeks, clearly from crying and steam from the shower. he seems hesitant to let you see, head dipping from your view.

still weary, you slowly manouver to slot yourself behind him, wrapping your legs close to his hips and hands resting under his arms, locking in front of his waist.

this cracks him. the tears falling from him worsen, as if triggered by your touch. you let him cry, your head resting in the crook of his neck. you sway gently, as if rocking him like baby.

both of you stay like this for a while, letting him get whatever it was off of his chest. you're a bit confused and anxious, still unsure of how to approach this, but you just want him to feel okay. you'll do anything at this point.

eventually he speaks, breaking the silence. voice cracking with every syllable. "i'm so- sor- sorry."

as if a confirmation and hush to his words, you kiss his neck softly. one of your hands raises to rest on his head, massaging his scalp gently. he leans into your hand, body slipping a bit against your own.

"breathe. whatever you need, i got you." you whisper, still rocking with him gently. "anything."

the breath he lets out is shaky, but he's stopped his sobbing now. you help him with his breaths, matching your own with his. this seems to calm him down, his breathing more even now.

"c'mon." you say, letting him go as lightly as you can to stand up. he quietly whimpers from the loss of your touch, staring up at you.

you hold your hand down to him, trying to get him to stand. "let's wash you."

you didn't question why he was crying, or why he didn't open up to you. maybe he just needed to come to it on his own terms, and you were okay with that, thinking about it now.

he hums lowly, eyes still red. he's enjoying your touches as you wash his hair, his hands resting on your hips.

"this okay?" you say, fingers softly rubbing through the hair on his scalp.

"yeah." he breathes out, seemingly falling asleep. he must be exhausted, all of that pent-up emotion he had been carrying for weeks.

tenderly, he grabs your wrists, stopping you from continuing.

"hm?" you ask, "you want me to stop?"

with no words, he wraps your hands around his neck, bringing his body closer to yours.

the kiss he presses on you is like a feather, the nerves in your lips tickling with every movement he makes with his own. your hands are still covered in lathered shampoo, slipping on his back when you try to deepen the kiss and find something to latch yourself onto. he senses your desperation to hold him, pushing his body closer to yours as your lips meld with his.

one of his hands finds it's way down your back, running down the slope of your hips to settle at the base of your ass, fingers digging into the flesh. you moan into the kiss opening your mouth a bit more.

to your surprise, he stops, looking down for a moment. he mumbles something, you can't make it out.

"huh?" you say, eyes on him.

"i said i love you."

the thump in your chest nearly makes you choke. this is the first time he's said this to you. tears form in your eyes, completely over whelmed by his confession.

"i love you." he breathes out again.

his following kisses are now more needy but still soft. the confession has you almost drunk, your mind lightheaded from the feeling.

nothing about this is fast, not with the way his hand lifts your leg to rest on his hip, kissing every part of your neck and shoulders. this intimacy has you feeling vulnerable. everything from your past tells you to run, but you don't want to. not this time.

he let's out a grunt, bumping you upwards to wrap your legs around his waist, gently settling you on the shower ledge. he doesn't even break the kiss, not even for a second. not wanting to ruin this.

you can feel him against you. he grows harder with every kiss and the motions of your bodies sliding together under the water.

when he pulls back, he doesn't ask for permission for what's about to happen. he knows you want this as much as he does. your arms sit loosely on his shoulders as he breaks contact, only parting to bend and slide your soaked underwear to the ground.

kisses are all over your legs, slow and lazy in their wake. eventually, he makes his way to your jaw, his hands pulling you flush against him, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist once again. you pull him closer, hands securing themselves around his shoulders as you press your face into his neck. you feel him nudging at your folds. his cock pushes its way past with no hand needed guidance.

you have to say it back, let him know this is his home, that you're safe before it's too late.

"i love you too."

the fullness surprises you. your strangled moans echoes off the shower walls, and he's deeper than usual. so much slower, like he's taking his time wanting to feel all of you. tingles of pleasure vibrate in your cunt with every time he slowly pulls out and fucks back into you at the same pace.

"really?" he questions after minute, almost stuttering, his hips lazily moving against you.

this isn't just sex. this was a full mind and body experience. you'd never reached this type of height before, completely engulfed with what's happening. it's like you're completely separated from yourself, your mind not comprehending things how it usually would. almost like hot flashes of bliss, you can almost visualise it.

"really."

the more he thrusts the more his breathes become laboured, yours along with his. his palms find their way to your cheeks to plant open mouthed kisses, hands gripping into you as if you're going to disappear.

"don't leave me." he mumbles, mouth open against yours.

you shake your head, your fingers now gripping into the base of his hair.

a frown paints across his face, his eyes staring into your own. they're still red, but they're filled with so much emotion. his previous sorrow ridden eyes are now beaming at you, enjoying seeing you come apart as his thrusts become faster.

"it's okay." you coo between groans, bringing his lips to hover at yours. "it's okay, stay with me, i'm here."

the grip he has on you gets harder. it's like you're giving him permission, permission to use every part of you for his own will. you can tell he's about to cum, hips stuttering and lips sitting just on the edge of your cheek.

the thrusts begin to lack rhythm; his grunts and moans are low, sounds of the running water still bouncing off the stall. so you let him fill you, his white painting your walls as he reaches his peak.

nothing in him wants to let you go, his grip on you doesn't relent. you let him do whatever he needs, even if you stay like this forever, you wouldn't have minded.

his head eventually buries itself into your neck, breath heavy and warm on you. you hear a small whimper, he's trying to hide it into your neck.

"c'mon, lets go to bed."

-

it's okay that lee know didn't tell you what was wrong, he'd tell you eventually and when he was ready. all he needed to know that you were there for him and that it was okay to be vulnerable with you. not all was lost, he was your maze, your beautiful confused labyrinth. you didn't need a map, knowing he would guide you eventually.

but until that time comes, you're happy being just what he needs.

[ivant1ll]

5 Barely Functioning Adults Don't Mix Well (Obviously)

ALNST modern AU . . . AO3 LINK IF PREFERRED

word count : 3823 - so i wrote this like a month ago and i thought it would be nice to post it over on here since im kinda getting back into posting atm ! 1! only mizisua & ivantill rlly mentioned in this fic btw im not too big on hyuluka so i don't really include them in fics soz (they're all autistic btw- GETS SHOT)

Who would know that a note, a single ink stained piece of paper could become the death sentence for the whole house.

“Needed a small ‘me day-’,”

“God, even the way he says ‘me day’ makes him sound like a mom.” Till cuts off Hyuna reading the lined paper laying on the kitchen counter. She rolls her eyes and shoots him a small grin as she continues.

“I’ll be gone for the day, make sure to take care of the house while I’m gone! Please….”

There are now large spaces in between the next 5 words, some of said words now going out the lined rows of the notebook paper. “Don't. Burn. Down. The. House.”

“Pfft- burn down the house, what are we five?” Hyuna discards the note onto the counter it was originally placed on.

“Well then, ya’ll, the fort's ours for the day! Simple as that, all we need to do is keep this place clean and keep our bellies filled until Ivan gets home.” Hyuna already triumphantly goes to lay on the couch resting her hands behind her head as if she’s already eaten her 3; multi-course meals of ‘victory’ for the day and all she’d need to do is wait for the sound of Ivan walking through the door.

If only it was that easy.

Sua and Mizi stand together in the middle of the hallway leading to the kitchen, deciding how they’re going to handle Ivan’s abrupt absence.

“Well I mean.. It doesn’t seem like too much of a mess is left as of now, we could all make a simple meal for ourselves too if anything, I don’t mind cooking us a decent sized meal either.” Mizi warmly smiles at her partner in light of her generous offer.

“Why don’t we just order pizza or something…? Seems kinda dumb to give us more of a mess to deal with-”

“Unless you’re willing to pay over 80$ for pizza, no. Till we are fully capable of cleaning up after ourselves and feeding ourselves as well. Frankly you should be the last one here telling us how or what we should be eating.” Till should know pizza is only for special occasions, they all get different toppings so they need their own separate pizza. Taking food advice from the king of instant and fast food is like getting healthy eating advice from the king of Candyland.

“Well god forbid I make shit easier,” Till rolls his eyes and raises up his arms defensively, “I’ll be upstairs just let me know if you make something or if Ivan’s back”, he quickly rushes back to the confines of his room.

Frankly, keeping a house in order seems easy enough for the group. Everyone in the house knows that, but they’d all be lying through their teeth if they said Ivan didn’t bridge that gap of functionality between all of their schedules, living habits, etc. He never even felt forced to take on the role, that’s the most shocking part. Depending on who asks him, you'll get 5 different answers for each house member as to why he’s the self proclaimed “House Malewife”.

“Mizi, you’re scared of the hot oil in the pan jumping out at you..”

“Well yeah, it’s sudden! It hurts too, of course I’d be scared!”

“Hence why having you cook, although a generous offer of you to help, wouldn’t work out for this dish I’m making. Seriously though, thanks for the offer.” Ivan flashes a smile at the dejected face of the kindhearted Mizi. Ivan won’t admit that Mizi loses track of the cooking utensils too much.

“Doesn’t dust set off your asthma, Luka? Here let me clean it, I can get the table too.”

“No it’s fine, don't worry Ivan. It’s never triggered in any outrageous way, I should be fine handling it.”

“No no Luka, trust me it’s fine! I was about to do some tidying up anyway.” Ivan begins to shoo Luka away. “I spend such a large chunk of time in here anyways I probably contributed to most of this mess!” Ivan chuckles a bit while he begins to dust down the center-console.

Ivan won’t admit he hates the way Luka arranges the things on the tables and shelves. Random books don’t go on tables, that’s not decorating, that’s just being disorganized. Yes books would look fine if they were sorted by color, but only if they were all the same size, this just looks abhorred and Ivan can feel his eye twitch when he looks at them.

“Hyuna! Hyuna!” Ivan physically can’t shout any louder. He quickly rushes to her speaker to turn it off, the deafening silence being the best thing anybody in the house could hear for once.

Hyuna quickly turns around, “Huh? Yeah what’s the matter Iva- woah…. You look upset. What happened? You don’t like this song?” Hyuna asks as obvious as it is why Ivan would be upset.

He takes a deep breath in attempting to ground himself,

“Hyuna… would you like to know who we just received a noise complaint from?”

“.... Uhhhhhh… Sua!”

“No Hyuna. Our neighbors, Sua left the house 45 minutes ago because of the music…! Please… please turn it down. Or you know what, even better, I like to clean with headphones on!! You go listen to your music in your room and I’ll continue cleaning from here.” Ivan begins to take the broom in Hyuna’s hands, she hands it over.

“Suit yourself, but if you need help, just lemme know. My bad about the music by the way, got a bit too into it!” She looks way too happy as she finishes her sentence, almost proud of the ear-piercing noise her speakers made. Ivan won’t admit he also hated how loud, obnoxious, and overstimulating Hyuna’s cleaning playlist is.

“Hey dear what ar- …. Till. What the hell are you doing?”

“Making cereal.” Ivan ponders a way he can respond that does not include smacking his boyfriend. His jaw physically cannot clench anymore as he speaks.

“In a pan…? On the stove…? I suppose I could say I’m impressed as well, seeing as you managed to burn it too, I can quite literally see the charred bits from here.” They both stood there in silence.

“You know what, I choose peace, I'm too tired to ask, I haven't had my coffee yet. Please get out of the kitchen.” Ivan exhales as Till shrugs, turning off the stove and just grabbing the cereal box to eat straight out of it instead of… whatever he was trying to do with the cereal on the stove. Ivan won’t admit Till looks stupid as fuck doing things sometimes. What was he even trying to achieve by what seemed to have been cooking cereal??

“Oh hey Ivan, can you please pass me the dressing for this salad I’m making?” Sua is making herself a garden salad, she looks as peaceful as peaceful can possibly get.

“Oh yeah sure th-” Ivan notices the empty lettuce core left on the table.

“Hey Sua, can you please let me know if you’re using up the entirety of something in the fridge? I needed that lettuce for the tacos I’m making tonight..” Ivan passes the dressing to Sua.

“Oh, sorry about that Ivan, yeah I’ll make sure.” Sua takes her bowl and walks over to the living room to eat. Ivan won't admit that as independent as Sua is, her being a vegetarian gets in the way of meal planning… a lot… nor did she even offer to buy more lettuce.

Knowing all this, it becomes obvious to just about anybody why Ivan would need a break from the house for a bit. But unfortunately, the house members aren’t just “anybody”. Yeah they know Ivan does a lot of housework and would deserve a break, but not any of his extra grievances that caused him to be so committed to taking on so much of everyone's chores. Sua sighs as she turns to Mizi.

“So.. what should we make?”

“Oh well… anything you make is good so I wouldn’t mind whatever!” Sua almost forgot Mizi is the last person she should ask about food or frankly anything concerning Sua that warrants an opinion. Mizi is too nice for her own good.

Sua sighs, still kissing Mizi on the cheek for complimenting her cooking. She turns to the other side of the room, “Luka. Food ideas, quick.”

“Huh…?” Luka suddenly regains focus on the situation, having taken a seat in the middle of the pizza negotiations. “I’m not quite sure, I’ll be just fine not eating so it’s whatever you’d wish to make.”

Great. Mizi’s too nice and Luka can go about a week eating a singular Cheerios’s amount of food, how could Sua forget. Asking Hyuna is already out of the question, she’s made it known she in no way can handle just about anything made within Sua’s diet.

“Meat is just something I cannot give up in the meal. I don't know and never will know how you do it.”

Even better, Hyuna’s strictly a carnivore and Till can’t eat anything that isn’t frozen, made in a microwave, or that isn’t fast food. Sua’s already tired, so forget cooking for now.

“You know what… you guys just let me know when you get hungry, let Till know if you do see him that I’ll be upstairs with Mizi and to let him know what I told all of you.” She exits the room with Mizi trailing behind her.

Hyuna proceeded to lay on the couch, lounging just as she had been doing before, Luka eventually turned over to her, “How long do you think the house is going to last?”

“You’re saying that like you don’t think we can handle ourselves. We’re grown ass adults, months! We can last here for a whole season if we wanted to.” Hyuna replies with a slight eye roll. Luka simply looks away in response, he doesn’t have the energy to clash with Hyuna nor does he think there's any good reason to have a genuine debate over the survivability rates of the household without Ivan. The blond eventually walks off to his room when looking around the connected kitchen and living room became uninteresting enough.

“We can last here for a whole season if we wanted to” is quite an interesting statement. Hell, it might have been seen as believable too, the house was quiet and peaceful. But, that statement would ring in Luka’s ears as the blaring fire alarm in the house would screech and scream loud enough for everyone to hear. He rushes out his room to the kitchen, which is conveniently right next to his door. Turns out that “screaming” isn't the fire alarm (the screeching was though, a fire alarm can do nothing more but screech), that screaming was in fact Till and Hyuna.

Looking down, the reason for the screaming and screeching and other loud and undescribable noises became obvious. The large skillet on the stove that was engulfed in flames. Both Till and Hyuna were scrambling around the kitchen, unbeknownst of what to do other than scream and try to get across incoherent sentences to each other.

“Water, cup, now!” Till screamed at Hyuna. Luka would have almost found it a better idea to pretend he saw nothing and go back into his room as if this wasn’t technically his house to begin with.

Hyuna bolted to get a cup of water, which Till proceeded to throw at the fire. The flames only began to consume the feeble cup worth of liquid and would grow in size.

“Why didn’t it work?!?-”

“You seriously think I know Till?????!?! Luka help us!!!” Hyuna cuts Till off, shouting towards Luka who is mere feet away from the chaos. He doesn’t respond. Sua and Mizi begin to rush downstairs as they hear the commotion.

“What happe-” Sua pauses in place. Mizi gasps and jumps back, knocking her partner towards the wall.

“Mizi, call 911 please. Till, go get towels so we can… try to cover the fire to put it out.” Sua is trying her hardest to keep Mizi calm knowing that if she begins to hyperventilate, she’d honestly start doing the same.

“You mean the towels from the hallway hamper that I put in the wash?????” Till’s eyes are wide as he realizes the weight of his horribly ironic sudden urges of responsibility in Ivan’s absence.

“Till. You mean to tell me that the one time you actually do the laundry is now???!!?!??” Sua’s enraged, irate in fact.

Whilst those two bickered, Mizi was on the phone with operators, and Luka stood in the middle of the kitchen, almost frozen in time. Hyuna suddenly ran through everyone with a large pot in hand. Sua quickly spots this and turns towards her,

“Oh Hyuna thank god quick cover the fi-”

She revealed at that moment the pot was not to cover the fire, in fact she threw even more water into the flames, it only began to increase in size, beginning to also engulf the paper towel roll that was just barely close enough to the stove to be set off as well.

“Hyuna! You can’t just throw a small amount of water on a fire that only makes it worse what the hell is wrong with you!!!” Sua has now raised her voice even higher than she would in even her most tensest moments, losing her composure even more.

“Well what the hell else am I supposed to do?!?!?” They all begin to dodge back from the stove, unsure of how unpredictably the fire could move at this point. The skillet that started this whole mess is now completely ruined. Great, the house is on fire and Ivan’s skillet is ruined, the other house members can only pray he’d even show up to their funerals after killing them all.

Mizi runs back over to the group after finishing the call, only processing at that moment how big the fire is. “Guys please what do we do!?” Mizi exclaims not being able to keep her composure. Mizi is now panicking, Sua is now arguing with Hyuna and Till for their lack of critical thinking skills, and Luka has gone into the closest thing to a vegetative state out of pure shock.

The door opens. Either divine intervention might just be real, or whoever is on the other side of the door found it quite amusing to watch everyone from the inside panic and flail around as the kitchen stove was on fire, and they decided to simply watch it until they felt like stepping in. All of their heads jerk towards the door, as if they had all been coded to do so, they all shout in unison

“Ivan!!!” Their savior is finally standing at the door.

He simply stands there in silence looking at everyone and the… “mess” they had caused. Not uttering a word or even making direct eye contact with anybody, he walks straight towards the kitchen. Everyone goes still and simply stares at him.

He opens a cupboard, making haste while doing so to stop the fire from spreading any more than it already has. Grabbing a fire extinguisher that was quite literally right there and putting out the fire. He places it back on the ground after assessing if the fire has been fully taken care of. Bag and other miscellaneous items in hand, he looks around at the rest of the house members, who continue to stand there, not moving an inch. A pin in the next house over could be dropped and heard from the kitchen.

“When… did you have that..?” Mizi asks.

“Right here…?” Ivan responds quite nonchalantly. A bit concerningly relaxed too, almost as if the stove wasn’t almost fully engulfed in flames.

“You were going to tell us this when???” Till chimes in, sounding quite annoyed that this whole situation could have easily been avoided.

Ivan raises an eyebrow and grins a little, almost out of some sick amusement he’s deriving from this. “I’m quite sure I told you all a few months ago, this is Luka’s house to begin with, wouldn’t he know where it would be??”

They all turn towards Luka in response to this, waiting for a response from him, but he simply stands there in silence. The cherry on top to this fuck you pie, due to the situation unfolding, Luka had a shutdown and literally could not explain where the fire extinguisher was.

“Yeah… I’d suggest giving him a moment to calm down,” Mizi walks up to Luka, not close enough to possibly make him feel uneasy, but enough to get the message across that she’s attempting to communicate with him as passively as she can. He simply walks off and goes to his room in complete silence.

Ivan now takes a second to take in the damage done, looking at the charred skillet that is now completely unrecognizable, the stovetop which is now quite damaged, and finally, the faces of all his other housemates.

“Who started the fire?” He says bluntly, Sua and Mizi step back, Hyuna instinctively pushes Till forward towards his lover.

She points to him and exclaims, “Till did it.”

He quickly snaps back towards his friend, “Woah woah woah what the fuck dude you were literally in here with me too, hell you even played into the fire starting?! Don’t play all innocent now, you couldn’t even put out the fire you made it worse actually-”

“Till. Hyuna. What did you two do? I don’t want to sit here interrogating you all when we can easily solve this issue like adults.” He is now speaking through clenched teeth, what adult, nevertheless an entire group of them manage to almost burn an entire kitchen down and fail at any and every attempt to put it out?? Ivan can subside his inner consciousness to attempt to remain as grounded as possible.

Till steps forward, crossing his arms in the process, “Okay fine, I was trying to make myself something small to eat since I got hungry. I was gonna make a small instant meal, but I needed to set up the pan first.”

“Yeah but it wasn’t completely his fault Ivan, you gotta believe me! I must have turned the stove too high and none of us were paying attention enough after putting the oil in, cause next thing we know the whole damn thing was on fire!” Hyuna attempts to defend Till, even after initially betraying him.

“So much for ‘simple as that’ Hyuna, you can’t even prepare a pan properly, or use the right pan!” Sua scowled at Hyuna.

“Oh hush Sua, what we were making would’ve been much better than your herbivorous shit!” Hyuna retorts and Ivan shushes them all.

“Please. Shut up. So, if I got this straight. Till got hungry, you and him decided to prepare something small, used a whole skillet to make a single frozen salisbury steak, left the stove on too hot with oil in the pan, and almost burnt down the kitchen?” They all frowned at Ivan’s breakdown of things, as true as it was.

“Well I mean.. when you word it like that we look dumb as hell dude..” Till looks away from the gaze of his boyfriend, his hands slipping in the pockets of his hoodie that he wears around the house. “Look man, we just wanna be able to handle ourselves, I guess we got carried away though with it…”, he takes a deep breath in, almost as if it would pain him to utter these words no matter how important the person is to him that he’s saying it to. “We-”

“We’re really sorry Ivan! I should have been more on top of what everyone else is doing and I bet we look reallyyyy dumb right now- I promise we’ll learn how to take better care of the house when you’re gone since it’s not your responsibility to always do!” Mizi quickly interrupts, almost looking like she was going to simply burst if she couldn’t get out her apology any sooner.

Till points to the pink haired girl, “Yeah what she said, sorry I guess Ivan…” Till celebrates in his head over not having to come up with some long winded apology. Yeah he feels bad, but apologies are something he’ll never be able to muster up properly without feeling a weird pit in his stomach.

“I thought I could handle everyone and their needs as well as you can, but I suppose I couldn’t,” Sua lets out a slight chuckle trying to make light of things, “They kinda suck at this whole ‘living alone’ thing.” She grins at the others.

Hyuna leans back to elbow the girl placed at the entrance of the kitchen, “Well maybe if we didn’t have someone correcting us like a school teacher during a literal house fire instead of jumping in to help we could have put it out sooner.” Hyuna sticks out her tongue at Sua as she walks back up to Ivan, “We’re really sorry man, I promise ya’ we’ll get our shit together and learn how to be functioning adults!!! But really dude, you gotta let us start chipping in more around here, it’s the only way we’ll learn how to properly handle ourselves.”

Ivan nods, “That… I suppose you are right about”, he flashes a defenseless smile at the others, “I’ll be sure to try and take the load off of me. I wouldn’t have needed such a sudden break like this if it weren’t for all of the stuff I put on my plate.” As much of a hater as Ivan could be towards the little things his housemates do, he can admit at the end of the day they do keep the house interesting.

The moment between all of them is suddenly cut off by the sudden blaring of fire truck sirens outside. Some members of the group jump at the sudden surprise,

“Oh… there's the fire department… so funny story Ivan right before you got here we kinda called for some help!”

Ivan let out a sigh, understanding that would be the most logical thing to do in that situation. “Someone go get Luka for me, check if he’s alright and tell him to come out front to talk to the department with me. Also everyone start deciding on something you all want to eat because… for obvious enough reasons we won't be using the stove for some time.”

As Ivan walks towards the door and outside the general vicinity of the room, everyone lets out a sigh of relief. Except a sigh of relief in the house wouldn’t be one without a catch, suddenly the voices of all of them exclaim with near record breaking speeds,

“I’m not paying!”

Great, who’s going to be paying for all this food?

[a-libra-writes]

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Blitzø X human!assassin! Reader

First encounter

Summary: Blitzø gets a commission for your murder. Naturally, you'd prefer not to get murdered. Unlike his previous victims, you actually have the skills to avoid bullets... And to charm the imp.

A/n: This is the first part of the short series. I will definitely post at least two more parts. Here you have links to all the parts currently available:

Part 1: First Encounter -> you're here:)

Part 2: Blooming feelings

You were an assassin

But unlike Blitzø, you were selective in your targets. You didn't JUST kill. You killed the worst of the worst: rapists, murderers, basically the scum of the Earth

No wonder, you ended up on Blitzø's hit list. You had a lot of enemies in hell, it was only a matter of time, until one of them commissioned your death.

Yes, your line of job was dangerous and demanded killing people. You know what else it demanded? Not being killed in return

Which is why Blitzø's first assault on you failed miserably:

You were walking down the street, minding your business, really. You were off work (aka not killing people at the moment). A rare occasion, which is why you decided to use it to the max and enjoy your day to the fullest. So yes, you were making your way down the street.

That's when the shooting started. To say you were pissed would be an understatement of the year.

"Come on" you grumbled falling to the ground, trying to avoid the bullets "Why can't I have a single day without having to fight for my life?"

Blitzø didn't expect this to be a hard job.

He didn't think of you as a strong or capable, for that matter, oponent.

You didn't think this fight would last long.

You didn't think your assailant was very much capable either.

Needless to say, both of you were very much wrong.

Half an hour has gone by and your fight was still in progress. You were currently behind a car, which was starting to get filled with more and more bullet holes.

"Hey! Maybe stop wasting bullets?" You shouted in frustration.

"Wouldn't have to if you just died" you got a reply. You rolled your eyes. "And anyways, why are you bitching about my shooting? Like you could do better" his voice was grumpy, like a small child about to throw a tantrum

"Yeah, I actually could. I'd kill you with one"

"Why haven't ya then?"

"I forgot my gun at home" was your pissed reply

You heard laughter from the other side of your impromptu hiding spot.

"Haha that fucking sucks for ya, bitch"

"Yeah, I figured that much..." You said in resignation.

You risked a glance from behind the car and earned yourself a rain of bullets.

That's how you spent the next 20 minutes: exchanging quips, followed by series of machine gun fire and repeat.

Sometimes you had to change your place of cover, seeing as the assailant managed to destroy it or approach you from the side.

And finaly, time came for the question:

"Why'd you want to kill me anyway?"

"Well, hmmmm" the shooting stopped for a moment. 'Guess we're back to talking', you thought.

"How do I say it?" He continued nonchalantly "I got a comission to kill ya. Got paid hard cash for it. So soz, but ya gotta go babe. Nooooo hard feelings" he said in a childish, mocking voice.

"Oh! Who was it?"

"Whaaaat?"

"I mean, who payed for my ticket to the other side?" You clarified.

"Uhh just some dude named-"

"Wait! No! Let me guess" he didn't protest, so you started listing off names:

"Was it... Rogers? Adams? Smith? It must've been Smith, that son of a gun had it out for me" seeing as he didn't confirm it, you continued, "Not Smith, then. Uhhh Carols? Barnes? Danvers? No? Was it the leader of that cartel I shut down a month ago?"

Finally Blitzø had to interrupt and actually tell you who it was. He was startled (and slightly impressed) by how many people actualy wanted you dead

When he ran out of bullets, time came for hand to hand combat. You didn't disappoint him in this area either.

Aaaand you got a chance to get a better look at the guy. Though.... you had your doubts whether it was a 'guy'... His skin was red, with some white marks, and he had horns, long, curving slightly towards the end. From your rich experience with human beings, he definitely wasn't one...

You ducked from a punch coming your way and retaliated with a sweeping roundhouse kick.

"What's" you said between the heavy breaths of exhaustion "your... Name?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Blitzø, the o is silent" he breathed out "Yours?"

"Y/n" you replied

"Cool" he replied as a few more punches came your way. A bit later he continued:

"Now if you'd let me do my job..."

"Gosh, you're so stupid. This is so inefficient" you stopped abruptly, causing him to stop as well.

"I can't just let you go. I have to kill you!"

"Ugghhh, don't you get it? You should wait until your have at least 5 more murder requests for me. That way you get quantuple the amount of money. Gosh you're so stupid "

"So, you don't mind me killing you? Cuz, you see, that's kind of hard to believe, sweetcheecks"

"Look, I'm telling you the most efficient way to use your resources. I'm not telling you I'd be an easy kill...."

"Well I guess I could-" Blitzo was cut off by an explosion. The air was filled with smoke. In one swift movement, you jumped over a fence and a few minutes later you were on your merry way home.

You see, you weren't just idly hiding from the bullets.

You didn't have ammo, but you had knowledge and... Some chemicals you forgot to unpack from your bag. With your limited supply, you managed to produce some semblance of a smoke bomb.

And that's how you got away.

Blitzø tracked you down again. And you escaped. So he found you again, and you managed to avoid death oncemore

At first, you took your 'rivalry' seriously, you really did. But there's only that many times you can engage in mortal combat with a person before it becomes ridiculous to deny that there is more to it than just killing each other.

You realised, that you started to look forward to Blitzø's surprise attacks. And Blitzø realised that maybe sometimes he has been throwing off his aim on purpose

Both of you were scared to admit your feelings, but the whole endeavour was starting to cross the line to absurdity

Something needed to be done about it

So..... You took the initiative:

It was another fight. It was becoming a routine by now. This one, however, would end with a small twist

The smoke bomb went off, you could hear the shattering of glass and the revving of the motorbike. Y/n was gone.

"And she's gone..." Blitzø stated and was about to leave through the portal, when Moxxie pulled his sleeve:

"Sir, there's a card on the floor"

Blitzo picked it up, it was a note. In a neat handwriting the following was written:

Despite being sent to kill me

(and failing miserably),

you're chill

Call me:)

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You got a text this very evening

A/n: that's part 1! Hope you liked it:) The second part will encompass your and Blitzo's developing relationship… so.... Stay tuned ig

(I'll probably post it somewhere around 6th or 7th May?)