#sure you're friends now but this is like. insane how much you just assume mean intent from him

[bidokja]

okay i know i said yeseo is dense but manages to make it endearing. but over 130 chapters in with him still being this like...not even dense really its more like he's refusing to learn or change his biased preconceptions about cedric, now im starting to wanna strangle him a bit.

[348kg]

blow your mind (jongseob)

ꕤ kim jongseob 김종섭 (jongseob) x reader

18+ mdni

wc : 3.4k

tags : afab reader, fluff and crack if you squint, smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (both ways), vaginal fingering, cum swallowing, seob is a virgin, original characters, soul mentioned

synopsis : your best friend asks you to help him get ready for a date

part two

an : my account has grown so much and it's only been a week thank u!!! i'm lurking on x for all the p1 waterbomb content rn i'm going insane

"you're a virgin?"

jongseob's eyes widened and he could feel his face turn red as he shot you a glare.

"what's wrong with that?"

"nothing's wrong!" you throw your hands up in defense. "i just saw you sneak into a bedroom with a girl at shota's party last month, so i assumed."

"we made out and did... other things. but it didn't escalate past that."

you nodded, shifting in your spot on jongseob's bedroom floor. "so what are you asking me right now?"

he takes a bite of his samgyetang and doesn't dare look you in the eye. "minju asked me to hangout at her house on friday and i wanna be ready."

"so you wanna fuck?"

"well when you put it like that—"

"why me? being able to say you lost your v-card to bae minju is something to brag about."

"it would be less awkward with you, i think. you're... experienced, right?"

"yeah, but having drunk sex once doesn't make me an all-knowing prostitute, seob." you giggle, pretending to look into an imaginary crystal ball. he doesn't seem to find it funny.

"i just thought i'd ask, if you don't want to then it's okay."

you shake your head, scooting closer to him so that you're side by side, arms grazing his. "i'll do it." his head shoots up. "i just don't want your expectations to be crazy high. i'm not that freaky."

he laughs before his face turns serious again. "are you sure? did i pressure you?"

"oh my god, seobie. yes, i'm sure. when did you say you were going to minju's?"

"friday night."

"okay, so we have," you grab your phone to check the time. "five days. let's take it slow? we can do other stuff first."

"other stuff? as in...?"

"what, you wanted to get straight to it?"

"NO! i mean— no. we can do other stuff first, yeah."

"great. wanna start now?" the way you were being so nonchalant and casual about everything had jongseob sweating.

"now? right here?"

"on your bed, dumbass. unless you want to finger me on the floor." oh. jongseob was not unaccustomed to your blunt way of speaking, but he swore the temperature in the room dropped 5 degrees when you stood up and turned around to offer your hand to help him up too. you hoped he didn't notice how much your palms were sweating. you crawled onto his bed, leaning against the wall and burned holes in the back of his head as you watched him turn the lights down.

"how do you wanna do this?" he asked, voice low as he situated himself next to you.

"you tell me! this was your idea." the way you were staring at him gave him the confidence to wrap his hands around your waist and haul you into his lap. you squealed, giggling as you felt him place his big hands on the sides of your thighs. jongseob wasn't sure if he should kiss you— something that would make this feel a little too intimate— which was a boundary he wasn't sure you were okay with crossing, so he opted for the next best thing. he lowered his head, nudging your chin with his nose so he'd have better access to your neck.

the first thing you feel is his teeth scraping against you before his lips close around your skin. your breath hitched as he sucked and kissed bruises into your neck, your eyes trained on his ceiling as he adjusted the neckline of your shirt to expose your collarbones. you let out a whine when he started to pinch your nipples through your shirt as he attached himself to you again. you were sure when you left his place later your neck would be entirely purple.

you inhale sharply when he suddenly detaches from you with a pop, hands gripping your waist again to flip you so you were no longer facing him. your back was now flat against his, his hands still on your waist as sounds of his breathing filled your ear. you felt him fiddle with the outline of your panties that poked out of your pants slightly.

"is this okay?" he whispered, and you mindlessly nodded, completely wrecked just by the sound of his voice. it was a joint effort as you both began tugging your pants down, followed by your lacy panties that you hoped he thought were pretty. it didn't matter since they were immediately thrown to the floor as his hand snuck between your legs.

you gasped and your eyes squeezed shut when you felt his fingers begin to trace a path around your core. he spread your slick around, testing the waters before he slowly rubbed at your clit.

"fuck, how're you so wet already?"

"been horny all week. oops." your giggle turns into a moan as he circles your clit at a pace that has you losing control, legs twitching and mouth snapping open. without thought, your hips desperately buck upwards into nothing as strangled sounds escape your mouth.

you reach behind you to grip his arm with one hand and bed sheets with the other. "seobie, fuck!" he continues to massage your clit as he slowly slipped a finger inside your sopping hole, and you only register then just how big his hands are, as you feel him reach so deep inside you that it has you gasping for air and breathing his name. he curls his fingers inside of you, moving them in and out at a similar pace to his other hand. the only sound you could hear in his room was your pussy squelching with every movement he made.

it was so, so wrong that jongseob was the one to elicit these noises from you, but the thrill of having your best friend in this way— in this unfamiliar, uncharted way— only pushed you closer to your limit. the way he whispered in your ear, telling you how good you were doing for him did not help as you began to see stars, hips matching the speed of his hands as they pathetically rutted upwards every time he hit that spot.

"don't stop— oh my god, seob, seob, seob. i'm so close."

he pressed his fingers hard against your walls. "i got you, go on."

lewd, broken moans spill from your lips as your orgasm hit you at full force, walls sucking his fingers inside, cum leaking out of you onto his bed sheets. the only thing keeping you in place is his chest, and you leaned into it as your body spasmed, looking down at yourself to see the mess you made of his bedding and to watch his fingers slow down and eventually slip out of you.

you lay against him for a moment, panting, taking a second to come back to reality before you shoot up, spinning around to slap his arm.

"ow!"

"seob! i thought you said you were inexperienced! that was insane! i don't think i've ever finished that hard on a guy's fingers in my life!" he sits in shock as you ramble, and a grin slowly creeps its way onto his face.

"i've never had sex. never said i wasn't good at the other stuff." your jaw drops, and suddenly you are very aware that your entire lower half is fully exposed to him, so you stand up and scan the room for the spot that your clothes were thrown to. he fiddled awkwardly with his hands as he watched you get dressed.

"so..." you start, "i forgot i have plans with joohyun tonight. she just texted." you hold your phone up to show him. "can we continue this tomorrow?"

he stared at you, now stood in his doorway. "i— yeah. same time, same place?" his palms were sweating at the sight of your pretty face that was now completely disheveled because of him.

"yeah. i'll return the favor, too. bye, seobie." he opens his mouth to say something in response, but you're already out the door.

-

you

[8:34pm] im omw!!!

seobie 🐯

[8:39pm] ordering food now u want wings?

you quickly typed out a reply before shoving your phone back into your pocket. you felt the tips of your ears burning, as they had been every time an image of jongseob's face popped into your head during the last 24 hours. it only registered with you when you had gotten home the night before that you had gotten yourself in deep shit, considering that you didn't think any guy would be able to get you off with his fingers again after the stunt jongseob pulled. if he was as good with his mouth as he was with his fingers— which you were sure he was, given the way he could rap— then you were absolutely screwed.

you could feel arousal pool between your legs as you walked down a side street towards jongseob's apartment, thinking about how good he would feel with his face between your legs, his hands wandering all over— you paused, noticing that you had somehow walked 4 blocks in what seemed like 30 seconds, and were now stood outside of jongseob's building.

you text him to buzz you in, which he does, and you felt your hands shake as you hiked the stairs up to the third floor. you had no idea why, he was the same seobie he'd always been, except now he knew what your vagina looked like. so what?

you let yourself in with the spare key he'd given you when he first moved in, and you find him sat in his desk chair scrolling on his phone. you slide your bag off your arm and mindlessly toss it into a corner with a thud to signal your entrance to him.

"hey."

"hi, seobie." you sit on the edge of his bed and he moves to sit next to you. you tug at his shirt. "this new?"

"uh, yeah. i got it last week."

"it's nice. you wanna take it off?" he turns to you, dumbfounded at your straightforwardness, and watches in awe as you immediately begin to peel your tank top off your body, leaving you in only a sheer blue bralette that showed off your perky tits and the outline of your nipples. jongseob's cheeks flush and he can feel his dick harden in his sweatpants at the sight of the hickeys he had left on your body. you crawl closer to him and smile as you touch his arm. he wordlessly tosses his baggy t-shirt to the side and pulls you to straddle his lap.

he tugs on your bra. "this is pretty."

"thank you. i thought you'd like it." you whisper, and he feels the wind get knocked out of him.

jongseob remembered in that moment that all of this— all of you— was supposed to be getting him ready to please another girl. he definitely found himself forgetting after you left the night before, recalling how he relentlessly jerked himself off in his shower with you in mind, the noises he evoked from you and the facial expressions you made as he worked you through you orgasm taking over his thoughts.

he doesn't even register that you had ducked down and started to suck at his collarbone, mumbling something along the lines of said i'd return the favor. you use your tongue to lick a path down his chest, sucking bruises into his skin the same way he did to you, and his breathing picks up as he watches you drop to your knees. you hook your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants and tug them down with no hesitation. you're slightly overwhelmed by how big he looks, intimidated by the tent in his boxers. you finally tear the fabric away to reveal his cock— which is just as long and girthy as you expected— and it hits his stomach with a dull thud.

you slide your hand up his length a few times, to get a better feel of his size, and he lets out a low, strangled groan as he grips the edge of his bed. it's hot to the touch and is already dripping with precum, so you take him in your mouth, smearing the salty pre against your tongue.

he cries out, and it turns you on in a way you can't describe. every sound he made because of you had your panties dampening by the second, a soft moan that left your lips was muffled by his tip in your mouth. your tongue licked at his tip painfully slow, and it had jongseob's hands moving to your hair as begs spilled from his lips.

"holy shit, yn, please, please."

he sinks deeper into your mouth, thighs threatening to close around your head in pleasure as the underside of his cock slides against your tongue. you take him down your throat inch by inch, as far as your gag reflex would allow. you wrap a hand around the base of his cock when you feel like you can't push any further. you started to move your head up and down, tears pricking your eyes at the way your jaw ached every time his length hit the back of your throat.

you were a gagging, choking mess, and jongseob couldn't hold back as he subconsciously began to thrust his hips upwards, fucking your throat.

"holy fuck i'm so fucking close holyfuckholyfuck." a string of curses left his mouth before he let out one final cry of your name, ropes of come squirting out of his tip as he wrecked your throat. you grin when you finally pull off of him, wiping the mixture of spit and cum off your chin. you watch his chest rise and fall as he laid back against his mattress to catch his breath.

"please," he breathes out, causing your ears to perk up. "please let me eat your pussy."

you let out a laugh at his desperation, but don't say anything in opposition as you tug your pants off and join him on the bed. he repositions himself so that his head is on his pillow and you throw one of your legs over his body so that they rested on either side of him and your core hovered over his face, his hands now rooted on your hips to hold you in place. his nose nudged your blue panties that matched your bralette and he used his teeth to pull at the fabric before he moved his hand farther up your thigh to rip them off of you and discard them to the floor.

you throw your head back as his tongue made contact with your sopping hole, swirling it around the rim. your hands fly to hold onto his headboard when he tilts his head upwards so that he could suck your swollen clit into his mouth, whimpers leaving your lips as a sudden pang of jealousy hits you when you thought about the other girls jongseob had probably done this with. you have no idea why.

his head moved at a steady rhythm as he licked through your folds over and over, tongue flicking upwards whenever he circled back to your clit. your toes curled and your back arched with every stroke, waves of pleasure pulsing through your body. he grunted and whined into your cunt as you grinded against his face, desperately chasing the high you felt coming closer every time he stuck his tongue in your entrance or harshly sucked your clit.

your legs trembled and your grip on his bed frame hardened as you flooded his tongue, screaming his name when he did one final swipe through your slit to lap up your fluids, leaving only his spit after he finally pulled away.

when your legs stopped shaking and your senses came back to you, you shuffled down his body so that your hips were touching, lifting yours up slightly so he could sit up and have you on his lap again. you felt his rock hard cock press against you and you don't even register that you had leaned forward to kiss him until you felt his hands cupping your cheeks and his tongue moving against yours. he kissed you with a pent-up passion that could only come from a first kiss, and you could taste yourself on him and it made you moan out loud into his mouth. he kissed you harder to swallow any sounds you were making.

you hated how good it felt to be held by him like this, knowing that it wasn't truly for you, but you were willing to take what you could get. jongseob, on the other hand, could only think about how he was never going to look in another girl's direction again.

"mmphm. seobie." you whined and he realized your bra was still on when the mesh of it rubbed against his chest, so he went to fiddle with the strap and peel it off of you, arm by arm. he grabbed your tit and pinched at your hard nipples, never getting enough of the sounds that came out of your mouth for him. you pulled away from him— immediately missing the feeling of his mouth on yours— and batted your lashes at him.

"do you wanna do it now?" he stared at you, head nodding vehemently. you grinned at the way his cock twitched just at the idea of being inside of you. in a sudden movement, he surged forward to hook his forearms under your thighs and flip your position so that he was on top of you, your head hitting his pillow. he lifted his hips until the head of his cock caught on your clit, hips pulling back after to drag it through your slit and eventually to your entrance.

"you're sure?" you mumble, and he doesn't hesitate to slide inside of you. you didn't remember him being this big in your throat but apparently he was, because you felt like you were being split apart, mouth agape and eyes shutting as he pressed deeper inside of you. he's kissing you before you have the chance to breathe, kissing you with so much fervor that had you questioning everything you've ever felt towards him. he pulled away and pressed his forehead into your shoulder. you found yourself doubting that he was a virgin, considering the way he seemed so familiar with his thrusts. you could feel him in your stomach as he pounded into you, feeling every inch, throb and twitch of his cock against your walls.

his hand gripped your hip and you tilted your head to watch his mushroom tip slip in and out of you, moaning at the sound of your own wetness. you wrap your legs around his middle and he lifts his hips up to fuck you at an angle that had you losing vision, your grunts and moans mixing together as he bends down to reconnect your lips for the third time tonight.

he speeds up, hips now moving at a pace that has your jaw snapping open. you don't even have to tell him that you're close, the way your moans of his name became more incoherent and the way your face began to crumple were signal enough. he moved his hand from your hip to between your thighs as he incessantly rubbed your clit, kissing your neck as you babbled praise against him, pleasure becoming overwhelming.

"oh, fuck." jongseob could barely hear his own voice breaking as you squeezed around him, his arms shook overtop of you and his thrusts became messier at the sound of you calling for him.

"jongseob! gonna— gonna come!" you sobbed, unable to stop the tears from flowing down your face, and you reached to pull him closer to you as you came around him. your gummy walls squeezed impossibly tighter, fluttering around his now twitching cock as he pulled out and spilled onto your stomach. he flopped down beside you, pressing kisses wherever his lips could reach as you both floated back to consciousness.

you shifted in your spot to look at him. "i don't believe you."

"huh?'

"you are not a virgin!"

"what? yes i am— ah— was." he sputters and you giggle, moving next to him to drape your arm over his middle and rest your face against his neck. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then grabbed your chin to angle your face so he could kiss your lips. you sigh.

"seobie?" he hums in response.

"what about minju?"

"…who?"

© 348kg please do not copy my work

[natewriteslol]

Hiii! I read your works alot because it's one of the active twst writers I see (I'm a dead writer myself LMAO)

Savanaclaw, riddle and Azul with a reader who's cheery and often bouncing with optimism that always has the mind boggling stories to tell. What do you mean that they literally man handed a lion because it won't stop messing around? What do you mean they were in a pit full of scorpions because they accidentally rolled down a hill? What do you mean they literally escaped a real decapitation (hinting towards Riddle LMAO) because he put one spoon full of herbs instead of a teaspoon? Like— they could go on forever! And the thing is, they have evidence of it.

Thank youuu 🫶🫶🫶🫶

A/N: Thank u so much I've been trying to stay on top of writing but it can get so hard!! But I really do try to keep this fandom alive w some goodies, anyways I'll stop yapping heres

Savanaclaw, Azul, and Riddle with a cheery, adventurous Reader!

Leona:

He didn't exactly always question your storytelling before he got to get to know you as he would rather spend time sleeping. But it seemed like literally everyone was captivated by your latest entertaining experience.

As you guys' relationship grew, it got to the point where he couldn't ignore you dropping an insane piece of lore about yourself.

"Yeah, I was accidentally poisoned before-"

"What did you just say-"

"It's okay though, the gnome did apologize and I got my stomach pumped but everything is all good!"

He makes sure to keep an eye out on you, and honestly your stories are the main thing that keep him awake during the day especially because they're real. And although it may seem he's nonchalant when you message him about where you're at, Leona always makes sure to respond as he does care.

Jack:

As your first friend at NRC and protector kinda, he would get paranoid when you would sometimes disappear. However at first Jack believed you were an independent person, and wasn't up to any nefarious activity.

Until you came back with a gorgon head in a brown sack where he was studying in the autobiography section in the library talking about that you accidentally defeated it.

He screamed in terror upon seeing the thing, causing for him to be shushed completely by offended students. But he could not care less due to the sliced head within the sack, however he quickly took you both outside and you being you didn't exactly see the problem in this situation.

Once you where in an open area near NRC's well he began to question you.

"Why-? A-And how? Why are you like this, do you know how much danger you were in?!"

"To answer all your questions in order, 1. I got lost and she had a huge problem with me, 2. I got scared and ran with my eyes closed with the sword and BOOM, just clean off, and yes I know I was in a lot of danger and I'm very sorry for not responding to your calls."

He was way too scared for both you and himself to respond and learned his lesson to keep an eye on you more.

Ruggie:

Ruggie always told you that he was a "see it to believe it" type person and he was never really believing your wild tales you would tell even if you came back with a little souvenir. He always just assumed you were pulling his leg for a bit.

Until he texted you one day over Magicam, since it was a slow day at the Savannaclaw dorm. Only for you to reply with a video, making him click on it not knowing what he should expect.

Queue you to being in an extremely angry dragon's mouth,

"Hey Ruuggieee! I'll get back to you later since I'm in a pickle right now, but I promise I'll call you when I'm done!"

He nearly passed out upon the sight because what in all of the sevens' names doing inside of that deadly beast. The beast man ended up walking to Ignihyde to possibly get Idia to track your location based on your I.P address, only for his phone to ring just as he was about to blab about what happened.

It was you!

He quickly picked up his phone to hear your excited voice blaring on the phone, "I told you I would call you back! Anyways, come over to my house I have something to show you."

You ended up bringing home a dragon's tooth and treasure and while Ruggie was overjoyed, he reprimanded you for being irresponsible.

But he wouldn't mind it too much if you brought back goodies like this just make sure to let him know so he could tag along.

Azul:

You were running late to a meeting about mending a contract between students he scammed. Since you know him quite well and is a good friend of his, the students thought your kind hearted nature could persuade him out of binding them to the Monstro Lounge for an entire semester.

He written in a small font on the contract that if you were over 15 minutes late, you would be unable to host this meeting and the deal would be off completely. The white haired boy glanced at the clock as the time ticked and he would have his own free work force.

Until you had to come 30 seconds from it being called off completely out of breath.

"Sorry Azul! But I got you a little present from the desert," you said dropping down in your seat and digging through this brown sack.

The ancient golden scarab of the Hot Sands.

"Is that-"

"The golden scarab included with the jewel eyes? Yup and I did it all by myself!" You said, extremely proud of yourself.

"Do you understand the value of what you have in your hand? And what were you doing all the way out there by yourself I just talked to you a day ago and that is damn near a 5 day journey?"

"I did this since I did the calculations and about an 1/4 of the wages that the students owe you is in the value of this jewel bug here. So if I split the riches with you, will you let them go?"

You did all of this for some measly students you knew in passing? How could you jeopardize yourself like that?

But he at the same time, respected you greatly and for your trouble and kind heart.

However, he told you to not go anywhere without telling him.

And no of course it's not because he cares about you and was scared once you told him where you went...of course not...

Riddle:

Is the first person who noticed you were gone because he likes to keep tabs on his friends. He didn't know what to expect but the red head just believed you were busy.

So, Riddle decided to shoot you a text as everyone was hanging out in the Heartslabyul dorm and he really wanted to see you.

'Good afternoon, Y/N please feel free to stop by the Heartslabyul dorm. Your company is very appreciated :)'

You quickly texted back, 'Hey Riddle! I'm gonna swing by with a surprise ;D'

He smiled at his phone, unknowing as to what you were going to bring by. Thinking you might bring by muffins or a sweet treat as such.

Not the sword of Excalibur.

You opened the door, bursting in loudly with the enormous sword slung on your back as Grim carried two sacks of gold. Everyone was completely flabbergasted, as the sword had been known to be a mythological thing not yet proven like the fountain of youth.

But there it was on your back as you grinned.

Turned out you picked up your first job at an exploration company and they sent you on a death wish mission to get this damn sword. And in contrary to what everyone believed would be the outcome, you succeeded and retrieved the artifact.

Unfortunately for you, you ended up being scolded for about two hours straight for being completely irresponsible by Riddle with some chime ins from your friends.

He admired your intense tenacity and bravery, but Riddle was super worried about you whenever you take on a quest. He forced you to have a partner whenever you go on missions and call him every time you reached an important point to make sure you were alive and safe.

"So... you really do care about me-"

"By the great seven- YES ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN KILLED IN THAT DAMN ENCHANTED FOREST-"

[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve was a good friend, so he decided to show Eddie—a virgin—the rope.

nsfw, edging, masturbation, voyeurism (not sure about this one but rather be safe than sorry)

It started out like this:

They were both smoking in Eddie's bed and talking about everything and nothing at all. Just a picture of two friends chilling out together.

But maybe something had gone sidetracked, because Steve had turned to look at him and asked calmly.

"Are you a virgin?"

There was no warning, nothing for Eddie to brace himself for that kind of question. So with a loose tongue and heavy eyelids, Eddie had nodded.

"Yeah, sex is overrated anyway, man."

And that was it. They moved on to different topics after Steve just hummed noncommittally in response.

A few days later, they were back in Eddie's bed again but before he could light his joint, he was asked to show Steve his cock.

As confused as Eddie was, he didn't ask any questions but complied because he was weak to doe-eyes and a pretty face.

And unfortunately, Steve was the combination of both.

So, he just put his joint away for later use, unbuckled his pants, and pulled his cock out, already half-hard just by the idea of Steve watching him.

"Fuck," Steve breathed out softly, eyes tracing the girth and length of Eddie without shame.

Eddie squirmed slightly, not knowing why Steve reacted like that.

"Uhm, is there a problem?" Eddie asked uncertainly.

"No," Steve finally met his gaze, dilated pupils almost eating up the hazel. "Just... I know you’re big, but not this big."

Eddie blushed. "Well, is that a thing?"

"Is that a thing?" Steve mimicked his perplexed tone and snorted. "Jesus. Yeah, Munson. You're fucking hung and girls really dig it."

Eddie wanted to ask, "Does it also include you?"

But he bit his tongue before he could blurt it out. Instead, he said, "So, what are we gonna do now?"

Steve smiled at him, pretty and a little mean, "We're gonna teach you how to not come prematurely so you won't be laughed at for it."

Eddie was quite sure he only complained to Steve about that problem one time. Like months ago when he had been high off his ass and unable to see straight.

He had assumed that Steve must've forgotten all about it by now. But apparently, the younger boy had a better memory than he thought.

"How?" Eddie frowned in bafflement, half anticipating and half afraid of what was to come.

"You're gonna jack off," Steve answered casually, as if the sky was blue and Eddie wasn’t having his cock out in the air. "And when you're close, I'll tell you to stop. We'll keep going until your endurance improves."

"Wait, isn't that–" Eddie spluttered.

He wasn't an idiot. He had read too many skin mag to not know what it was.

"Yeah," Steve nodded calmly. "I know, but edging does help cases like this. I've done my research, Munson."

There were too many things to unpack from that one sentence and Eddie certainly was too sober for it.

So he filed it away to the back of his mind to visit it later when he wasn't both turned on and embarrassed by Steve's insane proposal.

"Do you want me to help you or not?" Steve cocked his eyebrow when he remained silent too long.

And wasn't that a million-dollar question?

Because Steve was sitting on his bed, asking to watch him jerk off, and expecting his brain to not fucking combust.

"Okay," Eddie exhaled shakily and looked up to meet Steve's waiting gaze. "When do you want to do it?"

"Whenever convenient for you," Steve shrugged like he hadn't been eyeing Eddie's half-boner until it filled out and started leaking steadily between them.

Before Eddie could second guess himself, he shimmied out of his pants and boxers. Then, under Steve’s watchful gaze, he wrapped his hand around his cock and started pumping.

He closed his eyes, head knocking back and mouth dropping open in silent moans.

It didn't take long, much to his humiliation, when Eddie felt the telltale tingles prance down on his spine. He was gonna–

"Stop."

Eddie's hand fucking stopped and he had to yank it away from his cock or he was gonna spill just from a small contact.

He shook his head at Steve. "I can't–"

"It's alright," Steve grabbed his hand and guided it back to his throbbing cock. "I know you can do it, Eddie."

Jesus Fucking H. Christ.

The look Steve gave him was so different from before, so soft and so tender.

At that moment, Eddie knew he'd do anything Steve asked him to.

And he was also pushed closer to the edge because of it.

"I'm sorry–"

Steve acted too quickly. One second he was holding Eddie's wrist, one second later he was grabbing Eddie's balls.

"Wha–" Eddie groaned out loud when Steve squeezed them, causing his cock to wilt immediately.

"The fuck are you doing, Harrington?!" Eddie moaned and glared at Steve.

"I'm helping you," Steve answered matter-of-factly, but his eyes gleamed with mischief. "In case you forgot, Munson, we're training you to hold out longer than one minute. It'd be for naught if you come right now."

"You're evil," Eddie mumbled, but secretly hoped that Steve wouldn't stop holding his balls. He could already see himself jerking off to this very moment later.

"I'm just being a good friend," Steve snorted and retreated his hand. "Go on. Pick up from where you left off."

And Eddie obeyed.

He stroked his cock slower this time, hand moving with more purpose, teasing the sensitive slit, squeezing the flushed tip, spreading the slick along the rigid shaft.

He grunted, sighed, and moaned, letting out small noises that were just a bit more breathy.

He bucked his hips and started thrusting, wanting to show Steve that he had the potential, that he could fuck Steve the same way he was pistoning into the loose hole formed by his hand.

His performance was cut short, however, when he was close again, too keyed up to last more than a minute.

It was hard to ignore those hooded eyes when they felt like a physical touch on him.

As predicted, Eddie wasn't allowed to come.

Every time, Steve would tell him to stop again and again and again until he was desperate for relief. Every time Eddie failed to halt his movements in time, the younger boy would aid him by gripping his balls painfully.

It was a bittersweet torture.

Eventually, Eddie couldn't hold back anymore and shot despite Steve's order.

"Fuck, shit, m'sorry, m'sorry," Eddie babbled as he experienced the most intense orgasm in his life.

He convulsed and fisted his cock, seeing stars beneath his eyelids as he tried to drive out the high.

The overwhelming pleasure rendered him speechless, making his head spin and his body tremble. He felt like his brain had liquified and streamed out from his ears.

By the time Eddie regained his senses, he was handed tissues and a water bottle.

Once done with wiping himself down, he took a long gulp from his bottle before grinning at Steve, "That was really something, man."

"You tell me," Steve huffed out a laugh that echoed by Eddie.

They sat in companionable silence until Eddie cleared his throat slightly.

"So I finally lasted longer than one minute."

"Yeah," Steve patted his arm lightly. "Good job for that."

"Thanks," Eddie ducked his head to hide the blush on his cheeks.

"It's nothing," Steve smiled at him kindly. "You really outdid yourself, Eds."

Eddie's stomach felt warm and fuzzy at that. "So what's next now I passed your test?"

Moving closer, Steve hooked a finger under his chin to make him look into those hazel eyes.

"Next time, we're gonna do it with my hand."

Eddie took in a sharp inhale. "You're not joking, right?"

"No, not with you," Steve chuckled lowly.

The sound rattled Eddie down to his bones.

"And what's about next next time?" Eddie couldn't help himself. God dammit.

If all of this was just a dream, he was gonna rip God a new one. Because fucking Jesus.

"Eager, aren't we?" Steve arched his brow. "But I think you already figured it out by yourself."

Eddie groaned and reached down to squeeze the base of his cock. It seemed to be quite eager with what Steve suggested.

"Can we just do the second test right now?" Eddie licked his lips, knowing full well that he wouldn't last long, but he’d be damned if he didn't give it a shot.

Steve just laughed and patted his cheek lightly. "Nah, today's enough. We'll continue tomorrow."

"Promise?" Eddie asked hopefully.

"Yeah," Steve pecked the corner of his lips. "Promise."

And Eddie knew he was gonna set up a one-hundred-step plan to woo Steve Harrington however impossible it was.

[snapscube]

on the name thing: i think people want to call you something different because they like you and want to feel like they're your friend by giving you their own quirky nickname. a show of affection or something. that's my good will interpretation of it because it's certaintainly something I can relate to.

also hope this is ok to say, but I miss seeing you doing facecam. you're gorgeous ^^ i respect if you don't feel comfy with it tho, it ain't easy and it's probably much comfier to not bother with it at all lol

have a great day, Penny!

(i know i literally just said im moving on from this but i felt like this idea was worth responding to, AFTER THIS i am moving on guaranteed) i get that! and thats why i stress that i feel this way regardless of intent because the last thing i want to do is cause guilt or demonize people for something that's ultimately pretty common. but even considering your example, with that notion comes a couple problems:

i am not your friend! i do think that there has been a bit of an OVER-correction when it comes to how people think about parasocial relationships and personally relating to people they admire, and generally i like to push back against the notion that having any parasocial relationship is a bad thing cause personally i think parasocial relationships are unavoidable and it's more about your expectations towards that one-sided relationship that become the issue. but two things remain true in either case: i know you so much less than you know me, AND you know me infinitely less than you think you do. so at the end of the day, it is not my responsibility to walk on eggshells about behavior that assumes an intimacy from me i am incapable of and especially uninterested in retaliating.

i have to stress that i am extremely aware it would be insane of me to expect to control peoples actions regarding this on such a large scale, and im also well aware many people come in who are new who get this info for the first time. i repeat the conversation in the interest of introducing those boundaries to people who are new and in general just reinforcing them. i try not to be such a stick in the mud about most things but this is something I REALLY care about, and so i give it the no-nonsense approach i think it deserves. on that note: understanding that there are going to be gaps where people either just do not know about my preferences or simply do not care doesn't mean i have to pretend like i also don't care about it. people can say whatever they want about me in their own spaces, you can call me whatever the fuck you want amongst friends. i do not care cause i do not have the capability to care, it's never going to reach me! but that does not mean i have to pretend to enjoy it if/when it DOES reach me, especially if it's presented as an option for me to respond to. if someone just calls me something weird in a chatroom it's like, i literally do not have the energy or overall scope of vision to react to every one of those instances specifically. there absolutely are things u just gotta let roll off of u sometimes. BUT, the reason we often get into this conversation repeatedly on my tumblr is because given the ask format i get a lot of people who go out of their way to approach me with name jokes or loopholes to an actively established preference as if they are looking for my approval on it. that is where it becomes a little more unpalatable for me.

and to respond to your second question: i appreciate the kind words on that! i sure would like to reintroduce facecam again someday somehow but right now my desk setup is not great for it haha

[kurosstuff]

Here I am back with another request, anyway : "Headcanon"

Hazbin gals(all of them if you could, emily included) react to R that likes to follow then around. Reader was just on the couch and maybe Charlie or Lute or anyone had to go elsewhere and R just follows them, no particular reason just that R wants to be near them but not to the point of irritation.

I'm gonna make it for 5 of the ladies so it's not so insanely long BUT if you have any specific ladies you wish to see? You can request again! Hopefully these are good! Half of them I'm still learning to write for still-

Also! Sorry for not writing- it's summer and I've just been incredibly burnt out so been writing once in a while. Also. I didn't see the Emily part until after I wrote this- I'm sorry

Warning(s): slight angst in some parts but mostly fluff, all bur sera has drabbles

Hazbin ladies(charlie,vaggie,Lute, rosie and Sera) x reader: headcanons!

Charlie

By far the most excited about it- her lover(or friend) following her around? She 100% does it back! Like a lost little puppy she adores you by her side no matter what it is she's doing.

Just talking your ear off from the plans she has for the hotel. Future dates. Whatever comes to mind? She tells you excitedly just wanting to see your reaction. Her number one supporters option matters the most to her.

But because of that she gives surprises away.. to often.

"-then! After~ I'm taking you to that lovely bakery-" she went kn and on- walking as you trailed after her like usual. Smiling heartfully. She was doing it again- talking about the plans she had for your date tonight. From the beginjng of the day to now she was a bundle of joy- babbling about things you were sure your not supposed to know.

"-then I'll get on my knee and pull the box out-"

Your grin widen at that comment you heard. Humming you kept quiet no longer listening to safe the surpise. A proposal? Now that's something your more then happy to keep a secret from knowing

When she would babble you kept quiet. Not telling her the stuff you knew. No matter what it was. You knew how she was. How excitable shed get.

She did never find out she gave the proposal away

Vaggie

She's suspicious, as hell over, literally everyone. Outside and INSIDE the hotel. Understandably, so - given you both in hell. Doesn't matter if you're stronger than her. Or what you are

She will NOT. Allow you to wander off without you in her sight. No matter what. Especially since the hotel is a clear hot spot for danger. She'd actually lowkey ENCOURAGE you following her about. Inviting you places or if comes down to it? Following you.

Standing up Vaggie sighed cursing under her breath at yet another sexual comment Angel made. Scowling lowly turning glancing over at you- smiling in approval once you trailed behind her on instinct- which let to her ranting to you on what she encountered

"Do you wanna cuddle?" You spoke up leading her to your shared room watching her slowly relaxing.

Vaggie is a worrier. Even in her sights, she just looks around cautious everyone

To be honest- I think she'd prefer you following her around. Makes her "job" at being your protector so much more easier.

Worried about the what ifs. The when's. But she knows your strong- she's seen it. She just can't help but worry- after all. Your her lover. She can't help herself but worry.

Lute

We see her with Adam(assuming she's around him ALOT) she truly wouldn't be to bothered hanging out with ypu 24/7 cause she does love you and for her? Having you in her sights is better then assuming your fine and healthy

Of course it's not unhealthy - she trusts you'd take care of yourself. Trust that you're capable of saving yourself if it comes down to it. But it means a lot to see you wanting to be with her-

Lute adores it- she won't SAY it but she feels prideful when you wander beside her. Following her everywhere

"So.. where are we going~?" You hummed, snickering at her jolt, ignoring the glare she sent your way, grumbling loudly at you. You were just asleep an hour ago. Now here you are trailing after her as if you didn't just see her a while ago

"..training. come on if your up you can work out."

It's also not like she does the same thing either. Just instinctively trailing you- just anywhere either of you are? The other is certainly close by

Rosie

Honestly like most ladies in the list she may actually prefer it- after all her town is full of cannibals itching to dig into you. Literally-

Doesn't matter if your a lover or not. They'll be tempted or swayed in a way to try and take a bite. But if Rosie is around? They'd never attempt it. Never dare upset her.

Rosie also takes this chance to use this as a tea spilling time. Talk about the latest drama. The rumors- anything and everything the two of you share together no matter what it is.

A laugh escaped you both as you ate your share of the snacks she brought with "-oh darling I wish you saw it! Poor Alastor was covered in the flour~ he was so mad" Rosie laughed covering her mouth with her hand like usual grinning at you before smirking

"Oh~? Now I know that look~ the look of more tea~?"

Nodding, she hummed, sipping her tea before putting it down, "I heard.. from a certain soemone.. the king himself? Lucifer? Did it~ to win the..bet they had"

Sera

Now she's the only one so far on this list that will not let you follow her EVERYWHERE. she is a Seraphim. The highest level itself. The lord himself daughter(I think? May be wrong) so there's places she'd wish you could come but you just can't.

For yours and her safety.

She does not wanna be the next fallen. No matter how she adores you- she loves heaven- she can not commit a crime. Allow you in certain meetings witness things..

But she will allow it sometimes. Especially given her status it may be hard- to hang out with one another.

Sera never worries about your safety. Your in Heaven! The safest place(she has guards tailing you secretly worried about the impure influences that dome angels can have- adam)

Once in your shared home? Your free to follow hwr everywhere she is. It makes her happy seeing you constantly- makes what she's doing to ensure heavens saftey(dispite being not the purest option) so much more worth it.

[forgottenfourr]

i saw you in a dream - university smau

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chapter twenty one - so what's the plan?

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a/n: i hope you guys enjoy it! its shorter than i wanted it to be but i couldn't push myself to write any more. ALSO! HAPPY ATEEZ WATERBOMB DAY!!!!!!

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minho's pov:

much to minho and chris' surprise, everyone was at the apartment by 3, even if they had no clue why they were called there.

chris' apartment was a lot nicer than minho expected in all honesty. it was a good-sized apartment for 3 college students and surprisingly clean for 3 gym bros living there. it was cozy.

well, it was cozy. that was before the thick awkward tension set in around the group as they all arrived.

chris, being who he is, is the first to break the silence, something minho was secretly thankful for.

"so what are you think minho?" chris asks, the question directed to minho.

"wait a second," seungmin cuts minho off before he even has the chance to even attempt to reply to chris. "are you going to tell us what the hell is going on first?"

there was a unanimous agreement to seungmin's question.

"yeah i'm completely lost." felix tags onto seungmin's previous statement from the other side of the room.

it was almost comedic the way the two friend groups instinctively split the room. minho's friends huddled near him and chris' goons near him.

"well, i assume it's about yn and jeongin, seeing that min specifically asked for them not to be here." jisung points out what seems obvious to minho.

"hanji what do you know about jeongin?" changbin asks, genuinely confused how jisung even knows who jeongin is.

mingyu laughs, "you two are on a nickname basis?" he asks gesturing between changbin and jisung.

chris sighs like a disappointed father, he really is never going to be those dad allegations.

"can you guys just shut up and let minho speak?" the tone in chris' voice making the snickering and side talk in the room cease almost instantly.

"i'm assuming you all know about the dreams jeongin's been having," minho says directed towards chris' and his group.

he looks over to his own friends who seem to be putting together what minho is hinting at before he has said anything else.

"well uh, for what we know," minho says gesturing to seungmin, beomgyu, soul, and jisung, "yn has them as well."

it was eerily silent for a moment as everyone was trying to understand what minho was saying.

"i'm sorry but what exactly are you trying to hint at?" keeho asks the question that most people were thinking.

chris took the question. "minho and i aren't sure, but from what we've heard from both jeongin and yn," he takes a pause to try and explain without sounding insane.

"we think they're having the same dreams," minho chimes in. "but it's so much more than that. it's like they interact with each other in them as if they would in real life."

"do i have to mention that that is like... impossible?" hyunjin's voice is laced with suspicion.

"yeah, we know it is. trust us." seungmin's voice is almost bitter at the fact.

"wait," felix's sudden words gaining everyone's attention. "but didn't the dreams stop?"

"yeah, they did. i haven't seen yn be so upset about something in years." beomgyu finally speaks.

"same with jeongin," hyunjin adds.

"that's why we have to do something about it," chris sounds serious about it. his concern for jeongin obviously growing by the day.

"okay, so what are we going to do about it?" beomgyu asks, it was refreshing to hear him seem actually worried about the situation. or at least for yn.

"we have to get them to meet somehow-"

changbin cuts minho off, "you're telling me they don't even know who each other are?"

"i mean in real life no?" chris' once strong composure now seeming a bit embarrassed.

"wait, do we even know if what is going on with ayen and yn is even connected like, at all?" felix asks, astonished.

"kinda?" chris replies.

"kinda!?" mingyu practically yells the question.

"listen, we know it sounds crazy but it's worth a shot is it not?" minho is trying his best to get everyone on his side.

there is a pause in the room as everyone seems to agree with minho.

"plus, their situations are practically identical."

"i guess you're right,"

"so, what's the plan?"

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Favorite Quotes from Supernatural

(That literally nobody asked for, but I’m bored)

Sam:

What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium FREAKS.

It's not food anymore, Dean, it's Darwinism!

I lost my shoe.

(to Gabriel) So which one are you? Grumpy, Sleepy, or Douchy?

I've been tortured by the Devil himself. So you, you're just an accent in a pantsuit. What can you do to me?

Gabriel:

You can't take the trick out of the Trickster.

[Entering a Gas 'n' Sip] Ooh, smell that cancer. Delicious!

Hello, trickster

Lucifer, you are my brother and I love you. But you are a great big bag of dicks

Castiel:

Dean and I do share a more profound bond. I wasn't going to mention it.

My 'people skills' are 'rusty'.

What part of ‘I don’t know’ escapes your understanding?

It's funnier in enochian.

This isn't funny, Dean! The voice says I'm almost out of minutes!

Hey, assbutt!

I'm an angel, you ass.

You know I can hear you both, I am a celestial being.

You have a Guinea Pig? Where?

Why is 6 afraid of 7? I assume it's because 7 is a prime number and prime numbers can be intimidating.

Let's play Twister.

I'll interrogate the cat.

You know what I like about him is that he’s sarcastic, but he’s thoughtful & appreciative too.

Dean:

Cass, get out of my ass!

PUDDINNGGG!

Well that's great, because without your power, you're basically just a baby in a trench coat.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here.

I'm sitting in a laundry-mat, reading about myself... sitting in a laundry-mat reading about myself. My head hurts.

Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cakehole!

I mean come on, we hunt Monsters! Normal people - they see a monster and they run, but not us; we search out things that want to kill us. You know who does that? Crazy People! We are insane!

I'm Batman.

Saving people, hunting things, the familiy business.

Fight the fairies

Keep grinding. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how hard it gets, you got to keep grinding. And that's how we're gonna win. And we're gonna win. We're gonna save Cass, we're gonna ice the Devil, and we're gonna shank the Darkness. And anyone that gets in our way, well, God help them.

Hey. You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags.

Crowley:

Hello, boys.

As you may recall: patience isn't one of my virtues... well, I don't have any virtues... but if I did I'm sure patience wouldn't be one of them.

Torture? Brilliant. Can't wait to see Sam in stilettos and a leather bustier, really putting the S-A-M into S&M. Honestly, boys. What are you gonna do to me that I don't do to myself just for kicks every Friday night?

I torture all my friends. It's how I show love.

Chuck/God

You know what humanity's greatest creation has been? Music. That and nacho cheese. Even I couldn't have dreamt up that deliciousness.

Helped them?! I've saved them! I've rebuilt Castiel more times than I can remember. Look where that got me.

Lucifer

Sorry if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite.

Think about it: dad made everything, which means he made me who I am. God wanted the Devil!

Upper bunk? Lower bunk, or do you wanna share?

Snapping necks and cashing checks is what I do.

You know what they say? He who hesitates, disintegrates.

GOOD MORNING, VIETNAM!

[pandenewie]

19 - Not A Date (Definitely A Date)

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AN: FINALLY THIS CHAPTER IS OUT. Omg, writer's block sucks :((

“They're not answering.”

Y/n sighs, slipping their phone into their back pocket and turning back to Jay.

“Yeah, the guys aren't answering either.” Jay nods, his body leaning against the wall. The two stand outside the cinema, waiting for the rest of their friends to arrive. The movie should be starting any minute and there's still no sign of any of the others.

“Maybe they got stuck in traffic?” Y/n suggests. Jay only scoffs at the suggestion. “It's 2pm on a Tuesday - what traffic?” He asks, causing Y/n to roll their eyes. “I don't know, I'm just trying to think of reasons.”

Sighing, Jay pushes himself off the wall and starts walking towards the cinema entrance. “What are you doing?” Y/n asks, curiously. “I don't know about you but I'm not gonna waste free tickets.” He looks over his shoulder, smirking. “Now are you coming or not?”

That's how Y/n found themself sitting beside Jay in the cinema to watch Mean Girls. They like to claim that they're only here because they really want to see this movie. It has absolutely nothing to do with Jay!

“Would now be a good time to say that I haven't seen the original?” Jay leans over. Y/n's eyes immediately widen as they turn to look at him with shock. “The original movie or the musical?” They ask. “Both.” Jay smiles. “You're insane.” Y/n laughs quietly, their eyes flicking to the screen as the ads begin playing. “Maybe this will inspire me to watch it.” Jay shrugs. “Usually people watch the originals before the new version… you know, so they can compare.” Y/n mumbles, taking a sip of their drink (that Jay paid for). Jay simply shrugs in response. “I prefer to go in blind - it’s more exciting when you don’t know what you’re in for.” He winks before turning his attention to the screen.

Y/n had expected Jay to lose interest fairly quickly. Sure, they didn’t know much about the guy - but based on what they gathered from the time they’d spent with him, they didn’t assume that Mean Girls would be his cup of tea. So, to say they were shocked when they turned to look at him during the movie, only to see his face fully focused on the screen, would be an understatement.

It was honestly funny - seeing his reactions to the plot. The small gasps he let out whenever Regina George did anything mean. The way he laughed along with the jokes. They swore they even saw him quietly bopping his head along to the numerous musical numbers.

He would ask questions, too. Occasionally leaning over the armrest to quietly whisper to Y/n so as not to disrupt others’ watching experience. 

Does Regina actually like Aaron or does she just not want Cady to date him?

Wait, so are the teacher and the principal dating?

Why is the maths competition and the spring fling on the same night? Wouldn’t the school plan around that?

Y/n tried to answer his questions to the fullest in order for Jay to better understand the plot. For some, they gave him short answers for context. Others, they giggled softly and told him to just keep watching. It was funny, how invested he seemed to be getting.

“So… what did you think of the movie?” Y/n asks, smiling at Jay as the two walk out of the theatre. “It was good… although there were a few parts that… caught me off guard.” He chuckles slightly, his steps quickening to catch up to Y/n’s speed. “Like what?” Y/n asks, intrigued. Jay pauses to think for a moment: “Like when she got hit by a bus.” Y/n snorts at his answer, mumbling under their breath “She could hit me with a bus.” Their words cause Jay to stop in his tracks, looking at Y/n with a mix of amusement and concern. “What?” Y/n asks, tilting their head in feigned innocence. Jay shakes his head with an awkward laugh before continuing his steps.

“Is the original similar?” He asks when the two pause in the elevator. He pushes the button for the bottom floor of the parking garage before turning his attention back to Y/n. “In some ways…” Y/n hums, nodding, “The plot is the same, the original just isn’t a musical. Oh, and a lot of the jokes are different because… well, it was the early 2000s.”

“I see…” Jay mumbles, trailing slightly behind Y/n as the two walk through the parking garage. Y/n looks back at him for a moment, taking note of the way his eyes are focused on the ground. His eyebrows are scrunched together as if he’s in deep thought.

“Why? Did you want to watch the original?” Y/n asks. “I am kind of intrigued…” He trails off, “but I'd feel like a loser watching Mean Girls in my room by myself.” He adds, chuckling awkwardly. Y/n shrugs at his words. “Nothing wrong with a man enjoying Mean Girls.”

The two fall into silence as they continue walking to their cars. Y/n takes note of how Jay has walked past where he is parked, seemingly walking Y/n to their car. They can't help but smile at the act - whether it was intentional or not.

“I mean, we could always watch it together.” Y/n says, breaking the silence. It takes Jay a second to comprehend what they're saying, his eyes widening slightly as he looks up at Y/n. “Oh… I'd like that.” He smiles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Two days later, Jay finds himself standing at Y/n's front door, his fist hovering against the wood. He hesitates for only a second before knocking gently, tapping his foot restlessly as he waits for Y/n to answer.

He's not sure why he's so nervous. He's hung out with Y/n before. Hell, he's even been to their house before (that's if carrying Y/n to bed counts). So why does this time feel so different?

His thoughts are interrupted by the door slowly opening, revealing Y/n. They’re wearing comfy clothes - a simple hoodie and sweatpants. Jay can’t stop himself from smiling at how cozy they look.

“Hi, sorry, I fell asleep. I hope you weren’t waiting for me.” Y/n says, laughing awkwardly as they open the door further, giving Jay space to enter their apartment. “It’s fine - did I wake you up?” Jay asks, stepping into the apartment. “You did… but it’s good, I probably would’ve left you outside otherwise.” Y/n laughs.

Y/n leads Jay down the hall and into their living room. He takes a moment to look around, admiring the decor. “Your house is very… you.” Jay comments, causing Y/n to raise an eyebrow at him. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” They laugh. Jay’s eyes quickly widen at his mistake, raising his hands in surrender. “I didn’t mean anything bad! It’s a compliment! You’re really stylish and stuff.” He stutters, attempting to save himself. Y/n’s lips turn upwards into a slight smirk, nodding simply at Jay’s explanation.

“Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.” Y/n mumbles, gesturing towards the couch before walking further into their apartment. Jay hesitates for a moment, looking at the couch curiously before choosing a spot to sit - making sure to avoid the more sunken area of what he assumes is Y/n’s favourite spot.

A few moments later, Y/n walks back into the room, their arms overflowing with snacks and drinks. “I couldn’t remember what stuff you like so I just guessed - sorry if it’s wrong.” Y/n says, placing the food on the coffee table. Jay looks at them with wide eyes, shaking his head. “It’s fine, you didn’t have to get me anything.” He mumbles. “You think I’m going to invite you to my house for a movie night and not provide snacks? I’m not a monster, Jay.” Y/n laughs, sitting next to him on the couch. The way they immediately nestle into the cushions confirms Jay’s previous assumption - it must be their favourite spot.

Y/n reaches for the remote, pushing a few buttons before bringing up the movie. “I had to illegally download this for you. If someone hacks into my TV, it’s your fault.” Y/n says snarkily, causing Jay to chuckle. “I’ll buy you a new one if that happens.” Jay shrugs. “Ooh, rich boy.” Y/n laughs, reaching forward to grab a can of Coke and focusing their eyes on the screen.

The movie seems to go a lot quicker than Y/n remembers. Maybe it’s because they’ve seen it before, they know the plot, the jokes and when they’re coming. Before they know it, the ending credits begin to roll.

“So, what did you think?” Y/n asks, pausing the credits as they turn to look at Jay. Jay pauses for a moment, thinking of his review. “What do other people say?” He asks. “No, you have to have your own opinion!” Y/n complains, making him laugh slightly. “Okay, I liked the vibes of this one better, it felt more nostalgic. But I liked the music in the musical.” He admits. Y/n nods, smiling at him pleased. “I respect your opinion.”

“Are we gonna watch something else, then? You brought a lot of snacks.” Jay states, nodding towards the numerous bags of food on the coffee table. “We can. Did you wanna watch anything in particular?” Y/n asks, opening Netflix on the TV. They scroll for a while, both of them giving suggestions whenever they see something before settling on some random movie neither of them had seen.

It doesn’t take long for Jay to start falling asleep - the background noise from whatever movie they chose working as the perfect lullaby. Y/n’s attention is ripped away from the screen as the sound of gentle snoring escapes Jay’s mouth. The sight of Jay fast asleep, his eyes slightly open causes Y/n to burst into silent giggles - covering their mouth in an attempt to stop the sounds from escaping. They quickly reach for their phone, snapping a picture of Jay and setting it as his profile picture.

The sudden sound of their phone ringing causes Y/n to jump. They quickly answer the face time without even seeing who it is, looking at the screen confused when Keeho’s face appears.

“Hey, stupid whore.” Keeho mumbles, only to get shushed by Y/n. “I can’t talk, Jay’s asleep.” Y/n whispers harshly, hanging up the call before Keeho can say anything else. Their phone immediately begins blowing up with texts from Keeho - likely asking why the hell Y/n is with Jay and why is he asleep. Y/n sends a simple text that they’ll explain everything later before putting their phone on mute and throwing it onto the floor.

With the commotion now over, Y/n anxiously turns to Jay, expecting him to have woken up. They let out a sigh of relief when they see he only moved slightly, his eyes fluttering back shut as he continues to softly snore. Y/n takes special note of the way his face has fully relaxed, their eyes trailing over his nose bridge and lips, across his jaw and back up to his eyes. They’ve never looked at Jay this closely before.

“You watching me sleep now?” Jay asks, his voice slightly mumbled. Y/n’s eyes widen as Jay’s flutter open, looking at Y/n intently. “Didn’t you get mad at me for doing that?” He continues. Jay raises an eyebrow at Y/n, looking at them with soft eyes. “I was just…” Y/n trails off, losing track of their sentence as they feel Jay’s fingers gently caress their shoulder. They hadn’t realised his arm was resting on the back of the couch - they must have leaned into it subconsciously.

“You were just… watching me sleep?” He asks, smiling as Y/n’s face blushes a deep red colour. “Shut up.” Y/n mumbles, looking away shyly. Jay chuckles, adjusting on his side to get a better look at Y/n, pulling back his arm and using it to prop his head up.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed.” Jay chuckles, a playful glint in his eyes. Y/n rolls their eyes at his comment, raising an eyebrow at him. “Quit flirting with me.” They grumble. “Who said I’m flirting with you? I’m just stating a fact.” He shrugs simply, although the teasing look on his face shows he is far less innocent than he’s letting on. “Sure, stating a fact.” Y/n rolls their eyes, leaning back into the couch, a small pang of disappointment in their chest when they no longer feel the presence of Jay’s arm securely behind them.

They turn their head to look at Jay, their eyes silently focusing on his face once again. They feel less embarrassed this time, something about Jay openly calling them cute makes it more understandable for them to be blatantly checking him out. “You look very pretty right now.” Y/n mumbles, almost with no thought. Their eyes zone in on the small scar across the bridge of his nose, bringing their index finger up to gently trace the mark. Jay’s cheeks seem to brighten with a pinkish tink but he doesn’t pull away. He instead watches Y/n with fondness in his eyes as they take in his features.

“Sorry… I don’t know why I did that.” Y/n giggles awkwardly, pulling their hand away from his face. Before they can fully pull away, Jay quickly grabs Y/n’s hand, holding it gently between their bodies. Y/n looks up at him, the sudden contact making them confused. “You don’t have to pull away.” Jay mumbles, his thumb gently caressing over Y/n’s knuckles. “I like having your attention on me.” He admits. “Oh.” Y/n mumbles, seeming to be in thought.

They suddenly adjust their posture so they’re sitting closer to Jay, keeping their intertwined hands resting softly on his lap as they reach forward with their other hand, beginning to gently trace his face again. They start at his eyebrows, outlining them before moving down the bridge of his nose (paying special attention to his scar once again) across his cheekbones and down his jaw before doing the whole thing again.

“I feel like I’m going to fall asleep again.” Jay whispers, his eyes fluttering shut as Y/n continues to gently run their finger across his skin. “You can,” Y/n hums simply. “I don’t mind.” Jay nods at their words, his head lulling to the side. Y/n continues to trace his face, easing him deeper and deeper into sleep.

Once they’re sure he’s in a deep slumber, the tracing slows down until coming to a full stop. Y/n rests their head on the back of the couch, looking at Jay’s sleeping figure with a small smile. There’s an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of their stomach, a certain giddiness from being this close to him. It’s something they haven’t experienced in a while and the longer they spend looking at Jay, the more and more this fluttery feeling is beginning to sound like a crush.

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[citadelsanchez]

Hey there

May I request a rick × a female short-tempered reader whose soft and kind, only with him and for him?

Thank you so much~

Heyoo. Ngl, I wrote this half asleep tbh and my brain would not give me any better ideas so I hope it's decent haha. Enjoy (:

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"I swear to Goddddd" you seethe, gritting your teeth and clutching the steering wheel.

You'd been stuck in traffic for a ridiculous amount of time, which was adding onto your anger from the hours before. There wasn't anything in particular that ruined your day, just the usual routine of rude customers at work, your one (and honestly only) friend pushing your buttons, and now shitty drivers making the way home insufferable.

Your almost-relationship also hasn't responded to your texts in 3 hours, which secretly made you want to scream although you'd never let it be known. He thrives off of your annoyance, there's no room for emotional vulnerability slips.

Which most people don't seem to expect from you anyway.

"You need to work on your friendliness," your manager quipped at you earlier. "Your happy tone is there but your face just looks flat and unamused constantly."

You'd just bit your tongue and refrained from saying that it's already a massive effort to keep from strangling most of those that come in everyday.

"Uh-huh, sure. So can I come over later when I get off?" You'd texted Rick, your aforementioned almost-relationship. You call it that because you've been seeing each other for a couple of months, but haven't put any labels on anything. They weren't really his thing; you guessed it came with the territory of being insanely intelligent. Nothing needed to be explained in his eyes.

You felt like the text came off as clingy, and assumed that it's why he didn't text back, which only made you feel worse. But oh, if you would have asked to sit on his cock, he would've texted back at the speed of light. Such an asshole.

You pull into your driveway now, getting out and slamming the car door. A nosy neighbor was on the sidewalk across from your house, mindlessly staring at you and the display of irritability.

You put your hands together to mimic a camera and pretend to click the top.

"Take a fucking picture, yeah?" You say and head inside. You don't mean to be so volatile and hot-headed, but in your humble defense, people truly drag it out of you.

You go into your bedroom and sigh, flinging your work clothes off to slip into casual pajamas and flop down on your bed.

"D-damn babe, judging by the way you toOOOK those clothes off, I'm assuming it wasn't a g-good day at work?" A voice says, making you screech as you had your eyes closed.

You look around the room to see Rick, stood in front of your closet, half smirking with portal gun in hand.

"Rick- fuck, don't scare me like that you massive cunt," you breathe out. You've told him that you're not a huge fan of him portaling into your personal space at random. But Rick being Rick, you might as well have been talking to the wall.

"T-tell me how it went, Ms. Grumps," he responds, walking over to sit on the bed with you. You feel a sense of comfort wash over you as his scent fills your nose and the warmth of his body radiates beside you.

You bite your lip and look down, embarrassed at how often your rage consumes you. You also don't want him to notice that your body seems to naturally detox when he's around.

"Um, ya know, just the usual stuff. Which you would know if you had texted me back," you replied, a hint of both hurt and playfulness in your voice.

He stares at you for a second before he gently puts his hand on top of yours and clears his throat.

"Yeah I-I'm sorry about that, M-Morty and I got caught up on Flarbellion chasing t-these Robobros. Almost took my fucking h-hand" Rick says.

"Uh huh, I'm sure. I just missed you" you mumble, still feeling a little upset and being unable to hide it.

"Come on d-don't be whiney, I'm- your knight in shining armor is here now," he smirks again, leaning in to move a strand of hair out of your face and put a hand on your thigh.

Your breath hitches a little and your heart starts beating rapidly. You're used to being around him and being in him but these sweet actions- they're small and rare all the same.

Rick shifts to sit behind you and starts running both hands through your hair now, one massaging your scalp slowly and the other petting it gently. You moan slightly in ecstasy from the feeling and lean back into him.

"Rick, that feeels so good."

After a minute or two you turn around and wrap your arms around him sheepishly. "Thank you, Rick. I can return the favor if you'd like."

"Th-that's okay hun, just wanted to help. I-I've got some favors you could return instead though." He says, his voice suggestive and grin as evident as ever.

"Shut up, you're the worst. And the best," you admit, realizing that in just a few minutes time he'd made all your stresses melt away completely. It happens every time.

"D-don't I know it, sweet girl," he smiles down at you, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 8(NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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A loud voice called out, one I recognized it as the guy with the bushy eyebrows.

“BEAST! STAY WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU WILL BE SHOT! WITH POISON!

AND YOU! ARTHUR SELWYN! CLIMB ONTO THE PLATFORM OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!

Oh I did NOT like this guy! If I had anything to throw at him I would! But I wasn't sure if the consequences would be worth it.

Also the only thing i could throw were my shoes as everything else had been stripped away from me and i did not want to lose my only pair of shoes, finding new ones would be impossible at my new size.

As for Arthur, he waited till the wooden platform was lowered to the ground completely before climbing on and looking back at me one last time, his eyes glazed over with such an intense fear like I had never seen before as he was lifted up again.

As soon as he got up to the level of the balcony at least six guards apprehended him once again and dragged him out of sight.

I heard a door slam shut and assumed that I was alone again, until I heard that awful nasally voice again.

“BEAST! WHY HAVE YOU NOT KILLED THE SON OF THE TRAITOR? I SPECIFICALLY ORDERED IT! I EXPECT THAT THE NEXT TIME HE IS THROWN IN YOU KILL HIM!”

Despite having only had a few interactions with this guy i absolutely Loathed him with all my being and hoped plague would fall upon him.

And why did he think I would do what he said? Just because he had trapped me in this ugly pit didn't mean I would suddenly heed his words.

“Why would I do that? He hasn't done anything to me personally, and besides you're the one keeping my friends captive! How do I know you won't just kill all of us as soon as Arthur is dead?”

The face of the man turned a bit redder in indignancy, but otherwise he didn't dare come closer.

Coward.

“BEAST! HOW ABOUT A DEAL? I WILL LET YOU AND THE OTHER TWO CAPTIVES LEAVE THE KINGDOM AS LONG AS YOU KILL ARTHUR! THAT IS A GOOD DEAL TRUST ME”

I did anything but trust this loud bitch, but maybe i could find a way to get all of us out? This guy expected me to kill Arthur, even threatened me with starvation.

But bushy brows over there didn't know about my strange anatomy, no one aside from Robin did, so maybe I could put Arthur inside and let them think I actually ate him.

This plan was so batshit insane that it might just work! The only problem was that Arthur didn't know either and would think I was going to kill him for real.

I wouldn't even be able to tell him in case someone listened in, Besides he himself had said that he was a terrible actor so i made up my mind, as much as i hated it.

Now I only had to get Bushy brows to actually keep his word.

He didn't seem like the sharpest tool in the shed so I hoped it would be easy.

“Alright, fine! But you have to swear on every river of hell AND the God Amesimos that you will let us go! Or that a hundred years of plague shall fall upon yourself! Also you will not tell the others about it EVER!”

I slowly stood up while speaking and watched with glee as his face went pale, probably seeing for the first time how big I actually was.

“BEAST! YOUR DEMANDS WILL BE MET AS LONG AS YOU KILL ARTHUR, THAT I SWEAR BY EVERY RIVER FLOWING THROUGH HELL AND BY THE GLORIOUS GOD AMESIMOS ITSELF! AS LONG AS YOU NEVER RETURN AFTER YOU HAVE BEEN ESCORTED OUT OF COURSE!”

He probably thought he had a gotcha moment with his last addon, but why the fuck would i ever come back here? I knew I would be killed on sight then.

“So we have a deal then? Good you can send Arthur back i guess”

I felt absolutely sick at how his face lit up with a sick sort of glee as I had agreed, and I kind of hoped he would fall over the railing and break his neck.

I was almost relieved when his ugly mug vanished from my sight, but he returned a bit later with about twenty guards and a beaten up Arthur.

It seemed that during the short conversation I had with bushy brows they had had their ‘fun’ with him as I could make out a black eye and a split eyebrow.

At least it didn't seem like they had struck the wound in his side again, rather that they had concentrated on his face as was evident by his broken nose that bled a little onto his shirt staining it even more red.

I winced in sympathy and realized if I had not agreed to this insane plan they would just have beaten him to death.

They threw him roughly onto the platform that they had used to get him up and started to let him down again, at the last fourth however someone cut the rope and made him plummet the last of the way down with a yelp.

He didn't seem to have been further injured as far as i could tell but i still went over to check.

“I'm okay… i think, everything hurts anyway so no difference really”

He got slowly up to face me and in an attempt to seem less intimidating I sat on the ground with my legs crossed as he slowly got up.

“How's your nose? Doesn't look pleasant to be honest”

I tried to stall for some time as I didn't know if I should tell him I was going to ‘eat’ him or not, but the disgusting gaze of the man with the monobrow was still burning into my back.

“It's fine, just a bit of pain, did they want anything from you?”

He wiped the blood off as best as he could and I noticed that he was swaying a bit while standing, did they give him a concussion? I hoped not.

But at least he seemed to have enough brains to ask questions, and I decided to answer as honestly as I could.

“Well obviously they wanted me to kill you, they even offered me a deal”

At my words he went still and looked up at me with a pale face.

“What kind of deal?...”

Oh i was going to hate the next hour i was sure of it, but i would do my best to explain without giving away to the sick fuck on the balcony what was actually going on.

Sadly this meant I couldn't tell Arthur that he would be fine.

“They said that if i killed you they would let me AND the other two go, as long as we don't come back to Maringand”

It was as if someone had tugged a rug from underneath him as he sort of fell down to his knees in slow motion.

“Are you?- I mean, are you going to Take the deal? Because if so i won't fight you”

Of all the things I had thought would be the outcome for this situation it certainly wasn't that he'd just let it happen.

“I mean maybe? Why are you even okay with this? Why would you just let me do that?”

He looked dejectedly to the ground, seemingly trying to put it into words.

“Can you promise me to keep the other two safe? I always knew that one day they would get me, but the others don't deserve to suffer, can you get them back to Kamerasca for me?”

Wait, he'd just let me? As long as I promised to bring the other two back home safely?

I had planned on bringing them back there anyway, and if it meant this entire Bullshit would go over faster I'd gladly do that.

“I can do that, i'll even promise to bring them there myself even if i get shot at again”

He seemed a bit calmer at the prospect of his friends getting back home safely, but he seemed to still have something nagging at him.

“So- uh, how- how are you going to- you know?”

Ah this was the part i had dreaded, explaining that i was going to literally eat him alive was not going to go over well.

And how the fuck would i even start explaining this?

In the end I decided to just be blunt about it, no use beating around the bush after all.

“Im- im going to… eat you? I guess?”

He blanched at the words, gripping one of his upper arms so tight that I worried it would start to bleed, looking at it made me realize that there were some long healed teeth marks on his elbow.

Right Robin has said something about that.

He was sitting on the ground paler than I had ever seen him before, shaking and refusing to look at me.

Finally he spoke in a quiet and softly dejected voice.

"What do you plan to do? Chew me to bits? Or snap my neck first?"

“Neither, I intend to swallow you whole. Alive."

He winced as I told him what I was going to do.

“That's hardly any better, i really don't want to die by melting alive but i can’t stop you”

Oh yeah i forgot about that part, It would be the first thing anyone assumed when told such a thing.

I wracked my brain trying to come up with something to comfort him that wouldn’t give away that he'd be safe to the sick fuck on the balcony.

“Well, not really, you'd suffocate first before anything else happens so it would be more like just going to sleep i guess”

“How the fuck do you know that? Please don't tell me you have done something like this before!”

He was starting to panic again and I tried to find something in my Brain that could help explain it.

“Uhh, no I have not, remember that I've only been a Giant for like a week? And I've spent that time in a stupid ass forest where I got lost?

That aside, well, Biology i guess? You can't tell me you've never thrown up.

And I'm pretty sure humans suffocate after like ten minutes? Well at least people pass out by that point i've seen that outside of bars”

Alcohol did not do kind things to people, made them pretty pissy generally.

At least Arthur seemed to be a bit more at ease now after I told him why I knew such a thing.

Well as at ease as one can be when facing the prospect of being eaten alive at least.

He was however still shaking like a leaf and pale like a corpse, anticipating a death that wouldn't really come.

“We can't stall this forever can we? As much as i'd like to, i think if we take any longer they will just shoot both of us to death”

He shakily nodded, sighing.

“Alright just… get it over with i guess, i won't move”

I put my hand down in front of him so he could climb on.

He stared at it for a good few seconds seemingly not comprehending that he could just climb into my palm before he closed his eyes and stepped on.

Using my other hand to stabilize him I carefully raised him to be level with my face.

I noticed that he had shut his eyes as tight as possible and was breathing hard, trying not to panic and shaking like it was the middle of winter.

“It'll be okay i won't hurt you don't worry”

I tried to reassure him the best I could before I put him in my mouth.

Pushing a finger against him I shoved him to the back of my throat and I shifted my jaw a few times, sighing before I swallowed.

Throughout all of this Arthur had been remarkably calm and I didn't know if he had passed out or not, but a slight shift of his arms proved that he was still conscious.

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arthur was shoved head first into Donovan's mouth, past the pearly white teeth and a finger pushed him even further in, dragging him along the weirdly bumpy texture of the tongue to the back of the throat.

He could feel as Donovan opened and closed his jaws a few times, Likely preparing to swallow again.

Arthur could feel the air push against him as Donovan let out a sigh, The air swirling past him out of the mouth he was in.

Then a loud 'GLRK' sounded, taking him down most of the way.

Arthur could feel what he assumed to be Donovan’s hand press in against the throat as he went down.

He could hear the giant’s heart beating loudly as he passed it and it took everything in him not to move.

One last swallow and Arthur flopped out into an open space leaving him the one option it is.

This is not a place he imagined he’d actually end up being in, at least in one piece.

Arthur stayed still, trying his hardest not to move until he curled around himself, shaking.

He could feel the fleshy walls shift around him as the Giant breathed in and out.

He wanted to scream and hit and kick at the slowly rippling walls, but he had said he wouldn't move, so he'd try his best to keep still.

If he could keep his friends safe in exchange for this nightmare he would stay here, even if it meant his own death. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

After Arthur had slipped away from my hands I could feel him enter my pouch.

I could tell he was shaking really badly and I wished to be able to do nothing more than comfort the trembling form and tell him he wasn't gonna die.

But I couldn't, not with an entire army watching, not to mention the bushy eyebrows guy was leaning over the railing again.

He had a sick sort of elation on his face at seeing me devour Arthur and I wanted nothing more than to punch his face in.

“WELL DONE BEAST! YOU SHALL BE RELEASED TOMORROW! UNTIL THEN YOU SHALL BE WATCHED! TO ENSURE THAT HE IS TRULY DEAD!”

God I hated this prick and wished him an untimely and absolutely stupid death.

Hearing him laugh in his ear paining nasally voice I Punched the wall next to me with a loud Boom that shook the balconies overhead, making him and a few soldiers yelp in alarm.

“Your Majesty! Are you alright?’”

Wait, that was the King??? Oh fuck i was lucky that he had agreed to let me and the other two go tomorrow.

But I hadn't expected the guy with the bushy eyebrows to be the king, he just didn't look like it, but that was probably because he wasn't wearing a crown the times i saw him.

Well aware that I was being watched from who knew where I sat back against the wall near where the sun was shining in.

Drawing my legs up I put my hands over my middle where the still trembling form of Arthur currently resided.

I had to applaud him though, he had been refraining from struggling or screaming this entire time.

He certainly was a brave man, I was pretty sure I would be screaming in such a situation.

Putting my hand directly over my pouch I could even feel him breathe, he was taking slow shaky breaths apparently trying not to cry.

I felt worse than ever and I couldn't even tell him he'd be fine! If word got out to the king I'd be shot dead immediately!

I tried my best to comfort him still, rubbing softly at him through the walls of my pouch where he lay.

I stopped after hearing him let out a quiet sob.

I hated this, hated it a lot actually and wanted time to go over faster so we could leave and finally tell him that he's not in danger.

He was still trembling and it made me feel even more worse the more this went on but I didn't dare speak.

Trying to think of something else to calm him down as attempting to rub at him hadn't helped in the least i started holding my own breath.

He got some form of air supply, so if I managed to pinch that off enough he would get drowsy from lack of oxygen and fall asleep.

Perhaps holding my breath as well would work?

It might be mean to do such a thing but being in a constant state of terror couldn't be good for his brain.

I was really glad I could hold my breath for quite some time, about five minutes if I recalled correctly, enough time for Arthur to start slumbering the time he was stuck there away.

And I was right, it only took him three minutes to stop shaking and fall asleep.

So now I was sitting in this stupid pit with only the sleeping form of Arthur to keep me company, which was honestly rather boring.

However I would not try to make smalltalk with one of the Guards that without a doubt would shoot me immediately if they were allowed to do so.

We were leaving as soon as possible anyways so it would be pretty pointless to do such a thing.

Sliding down against the wall slowly so as not to disturb the sleeping Form inside of me I put my back against the wall, lying on my side and tucking my legs up, curling protectively around my middle.

I could feel Arthur slide a little in my pouch and I went dead still, hoping to not wake him up after he had finally calmed down.

As nothing besides slight shifting happened I continued to lay there trying not to think about how having something alive in my pouch felt actually sort of, good?

I shoved such thoughts as far away as possible, this would NOT become a common occurrence, After all, as soon as I got those idiots back to Kamerasca I would dip anyway.

I still couldn't figure out why the thought about them going back without me stung, but I ignored it for now.

Laying like this and watching the sunbeam move over the wall I started holding my breath everytime i thought that Arthur was about to wake up.

Some hours later the light from outside vanished completely leaving me in darkness and with nothing better to do fell asleep myself hoping that Arthur wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night.

I was not woken until the next morning when I heard doors being opened with a bang from one of the balconies startling me enough to sit up abruptly.

Fearing that it might have woken Arthur, I held my breath again as I heard the telltale clack clack of expensive shoes on stone walking to the railing.

Ah, it seems the king has arrived again.

I sincerely hoped that he’d keep his word and let me and the other two free today, but he had sworn to God and all rivers of hell so it should be fine.

I hoped at least.

I was proven right when I heard his Nasally and way too loud voice called down to me.

“BEAST! SINCE THE BOY IS NOW DEAD YOU AND THE OTHER TWO PRISONERS WILL BE ESCORTED OUT OF MARINGAND TODAY! AND REMEMBER TO NEVER RETURN TO MY KINGDOM!”

As if I ever wanted to come back to this hellhole but saying that out loud might not be a good idea.

“Sure, i'm not keen on getting stuck into this pit again, so we will leave for good i can assure you that”

Standing up slowly to make sure Arthur stayed asleep, I stood in the middle of the room as the king called down again.

“BEAST! IF YOU ARE TO STRAY TOO FAR OR ATTACK A CITIZEN YOU WILL BE SHOT! WE HAVE PLANNED A ROUTE OUT OF OUR KINGDOM AND WE WILL LEAD YOU THERE! SO DO NOT WANDER OFF OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!”

Man this guy loved to threaten me with getting shot, and I kinda wished I could shoot him instead.

Ignoring the urge to punch the wall again I heard another set of doors being opened.

Turning around I saw that they were pushing the only door that I could fit through slowly open.

Peering into the dark I saw at least forty guards, all fitted with crossbows in addition to their normal getup standing in front of a slope that seemed to have been carved out of the surrounding stone.

Slowly going up the tunnel surrounded by armed Guards I saw another door that was also being opened the moment we came near it.

Arthur was still unconscious, and currently bunched up like in a hammock at the bottom of my pouch.

I held my breath again to make sure Arthur stayed asleep but made extra sure to not completely suffocate him, just keep the air low enough that he wouldn't wake up.

Watching the Doors swing open I saw both Robin and Rikaad on the other side, both surrounded by Guards like me.

Robin's face lit up at the sight of me and Rikaad looked confusedly behind me and around as if searching for someone, and I knew exactly who he was looking for but I couldn't tell him that Arthur was okay and with me, Within me right now.

And I prayed to Amesimos that he would never find out, he was an enigma as it was and I couldn't predict what he would do if he ever did find out.

It might be okay, or he could just murder me for doing such a thing I couldn't tell with that guy.

I knew as long as I didn't do anything bad he was alright but I didn't know how he would react to something like this.

Robin seemed to have catched up on the fact that Arthur was still missing and was looking around confusedly.

He even tried to get closer to me but was yanked back by a Guard and put next to Rikaad who looked at the offending man with the iciest look i had ever seen him have, and even the guard backed off a bit as Rikaad stood provocatively next to Robin while Squaring up in front of the smaller Guard.

He really was a tall human, if i was still normal sized i’d definitely be scared of him.

I was also a bit scared of him as a Giant to be honest, Those eyes still unnerved me greatly.

As I was being led out of the tower I noticed it was near the edge of the forest next to some houses, and that Robin was right about me being tall like a house, I could see onto the roofs pretty well.

At the command of some higher ranking Guard we were all collectively herded along the line of buildings towards the forest.

If the streets weren't completely empty it would feel like I was being paraded through town, but it looked like they had ‘evacuated’ all citizens for this.

One less thing to worry about I hoped.

They really weren't fast either and I had to slowly drag my feet across the ground to not step out of the line they made.

I really tried to steer closer to Robin and Rikaad but the Guards always switched positions with them so I couldn't get near, and every time I did try they would aim their crossbows at me.

Feeling Arthur move a bit I held my breath again, if he woke up now and made any noise that could be heard on the outside we'd all be dead men.

I felt really bad about doing this to him, but I didn't really have any other options, and besides it was to save his hide as much as mine.

I just hoped he would forgive me for this one day, but it was unlikely.

It was whatever, they would go back home to Kamerasca and I would have to wander the woods as just another monster if I didn't find out how to deal with this curse.

Noticing movement out of the corner of my eye I looked onto a rooftop to see a barefooted boy in tattered clothing standing there, He seemed to be not older than eleven or twelve, and surprisingly had pointed ears just like me.

Another Bastard, I looked at him in sympathy and silently wished him luck.

I knew how hard street life could be as an unwanted halfbreed.

As he saw that I was looking at him he made the thumbs up gesture while pointing to his ears and I gave the tiniest nod back.

He climbed over the roofs out of sight and I doubted that I would ever see this boy again.

But it was nice to know I wasn't the only one.

I noticed that the direction we were going in was towards the mountain and I guessed that they would let us go at roughly the same spot they found us.

Holding my breath again as I felt Arthur move I tried to get closer to Robin and Rikaad once more but stopped when some of the Guards raised their crossbows at me.

There was no doubt in my mind that the tips were coated in poison and I was not keen on getting shot, again.

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[galaxyblast23]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 4

Third Person P.O.V

They tore through the stormy night along the dark country roads, wind slammed against the Camaro.

Rain lashed the windshield, (Y/n) didn't know how Sally could see anything, but she kept her foot on the gas.

Every time lightning flashed (Y/n) would look over at Grover and debate if she was going insane or not at what she was seeing.

All she could say was, "so you know our mothers?" Grover looked away from the window at the girl.

"Not exactly," he said, "I mean, we've never met in person, but they knew I was watching you guys."

"Watching us?"

"Keeping tabs on you two, making sure you guys were okay, but I wasn't faking being your guys friend," he added hastily, "I am your guys friend."

"Um...what are you exactly?" Percy popped in the conversation.

"That doesn't matter right now," Grover told him.

"It doesn't matter? From the waist down our best friend is a donkey-"

Grover let out a sharp, throaty "Blaa-ha-ha!" Both Percy and (Y/n) have heard him make that sound before but they both assumed it was a nervous laugh.

"Goat!" Grover cried.

"What?" (Y/n) looked at him confused.

"I'm a goat from the waist down," Grover explained, annoyed.

"You just said it didn't matter," she pointed out.

"Blaa-ha-ha! There are satyrs who would trample you underhoof for such an insult," he gave Percy a pointed look.

"Woah, wait, satyrs? You mean like... Mr. Brunner's myths?" Percy asked.

"Were those old ladies at the fruit stand a myth, Percy? Was Mrs. Dodds a myth?" Grover squinted.

"So you do admit there's a Mrs. Dodds?" (Y/n) called him out quickly.

"Of course," he replied in a tone that said 'duh.'

"Then why-"

"The less you two knew, the less monsters you'd both attract," Grover said, like it should be perfectly obvious.

"We put Mist over the humans' eyes, we hoped you'd both think the Kindly One was a hallucination, but it was no good, you both started to realize who you are," He explained.

"Who we-wait a minute, what do you mean?" (Y/n) stressed.

The weird bellowing noise rose up again somewhere behind us, closer than before.

Whatever was chasing us was still on our trail. "Kids," (M/n) said, "there's too much to explain and not enough time, we have to get you both to safety."

"Safe from what? who's after us?" Percy questioned.

"Oh, nobody much," Grover said, obviously still miffed about the donkey comment, "just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions."

"Grover!" Sally scolded.

"Sorry, Mrs. Jackson, could you drive faster please?" (Y/n) tried to wrap her mind around all this madness but couldn't come close to doing so.

Sally made a hard right causing them to swerve onto a narrower road, racing past darkened farmhouses and wooded hills and 'Pick your own strawberries' signs on the fences.

"Where are we going?" Percy asked.

"To the summer camp we told you about," (Y/n)'s mother's voice was tight; she trying for the two demi-gods sake to not be scared, "the place your fathers wanted us to send you."

"The place you both didn't want us to go to," Percy spoke up.

"Please, kids," his mom begged, "this is hard enough, try to understand, you both are in danger."

"Because some old ladies cut yarn," Percy stated in disbelief, making (Y/n) confused.

"Those weren't old ladies," Grover said, "those were the fates, do you know what it means-the fact they appeared in front of you? They only do that when you're about to...when someone's about to die."

"Whoa, you said 'you'," Percy freaked.

"No I didn't, I said 'someone,'" Grover said.

"You meant 'you', as in 'him'" (Y/n) jumped in, Percy nodding in agreement.

"I meant you, like 'someone,' not you, you."

"Kids!" Sally scolded.

She pulled the wheel hard to the right, causing (Y/n) to catch a glimpse of the figure that Sally had swerved to avoid-a dark fluttering shape now lost behind them in the storm.

"What....What was that..." (Y/n) asked, fear evident in voice.

"We're almost there," Sally said, ignoring the girl's question, "another mile, please, please, please."

(Y/n) nor Percy knew where there was, but both found themselves leaning forward in the car, anticipating, wanting to arrive to their destination.

Outside, nothing but rain and darkness-the kind of empty countryside you get way out on the tip of Long Island.

(Y/n) thought about Mrs.Dodds and the moment when she'd changed into the thing with pointed teeth and leathery wings.

(Y/n)'s limbs went numb from delayed shock, Mrs. Dodds hadn't been human, she'd meant to kill Percy and (Y/n).

The girl then thought about Mr. Brunner...and the sword he had thrown at Percy.

Before (Y/n) could ask Grover about that, the hair rose on the back of her neck, there was a blinding flash, a jaw-rattling boom!, and their car exploded.

(Y/n) remembered feeling weightless, like she was being crushed, fried, and hosed down all at the same time.

She peeled her forehead off the back of the driver's seat,"Ow."

"Kids!" (M/n) shouted.

"We're okay..." Percy spoke up.

(Y/n) tried to shake off the daze, they weren't dead, the car hadn't really exploded, they had swerved into a ditch.

Their driver's side doors were wedged in the mud.

The roof had cracked open like an eggshell and rain was pouring in.

Next to Percy was a big motionless lump.

"Grover!" (Y/n) exclaimed, he was slumped over, blood trickling from the side of his mouth.

Percy shook Grover's furry hip, both him and (Y/n) worried for his safety.

Grover then groaned, "Food," and they knew there was hope.

"Kids," Sally said, "we have to..." her voice faltered.

(Y/n) looked back, in a flash of lightning, through the mud-spattered rear windshield, she saw a figure lumbering towards them on the shoulder of the road.

The sight of it made her skin crawl, it was a dark silhouette of a huge figure, the top half of the figure was bulky and fuzzy, his upraised hands made it look like he had horns.

"Who is-" Percy started.

"Kids," Sally said, deadly serious, "get out of the car."

Percy's mother threw herself against the driver's-side door, it was jammed shut in the mud.

(Y/n) tried her's which was stuck too. She looked up desperately at the hole in the roof, it might've been an exit, but the edges were sizzling and smoking.

"Climb out the passenger's side!" (M/n) told them.

"Kids-you have to run, do you see that big tree?" Sally urged.

"What?" Percy questioned.

Another flash of lightning, and through the smoking hole in the roof the kids saw the tree the older woman meant: a huge, White House Christmas tree-sized pine tree at the crest of the nearest hill.

"That's the property line," (M/n) said, "get over that hill and you'll see a big farmhouse down in the valley, run and don't look back, yell for help, don't stop until you both reach the door."

"Mom, you guys are coming too," (Y/n) said to her mom, (M/n)'s face was pale, her eyes as sad as when she see the sun rise and set.

"No!" (Y/n) shouted, "you and Sally are coming with us, help us carry Grover."

"Food!" Grover moaned, a little louder.

The figure kept coming towards them, making grunting and snorting noises.

"He doesn't want us," Sally told them, "He wants you two, besides we can't cross the property line."

"But..." Percy started.

"We don't have time, kids, go, please," Sally urged them.

Both (Y/n) and Percy were mad at everything withing this situation.

(Y/n) and Percy climbed across Grover and pushed the door open into the rain, "we're going together, come on," (Y/n) said, too stubborn to leave them behind.

"I told you-" (M/n) started.

"We are not leaving you guys, help us with Grover," Percy said.

They didn't wait for either of their mothers to answer, they scrambled outside, dragging Grover from the car.

He was surprisingly light, but they couldn't have carried him very far if their moms hadn't come to their aid.

Together, they draped Grover's arms over the two kids shoulders and started stumbling uphill through wet waist-high grass.

Glancing back, (Y/n) got her first clear look at the monster.

He was seven feet tall, easily, his arms and legs were bulging, he wore no clothes except underwear, which would have been funny, except the top half of his body was so scary.

Coarse brown hair started at about his belly button and got thicker as it reached his shoulders.

The kids recognized the monster, all right, he had been in one of the first stories Mr. Brunner told them, but he couldn't be real.

(Y/n) blinked the rain out of her eyes, "that's-"

"Pasiphae's son," (M/n) said, "I wish I knew how bad it really would be for you too."

"But he's the Min-" Percy started.

"Don't say his name," Sally warned, "names have power."

The pine tree was still way too far-a hundred yards uphill at least, (Y/n) glanced over her shoulder again.

The bull-man hunched over their car, looking in the windows-or not looking exactly.

More like snuffling, nuzzling, (Y/n) wasn't sure why she bothered, since they were only about fifty feet away.

"Food?" Grover moaned.

"Shhh," Percy told him, "Mom, what's he doing? Doesn't he see us?""His sight and hearing are terrible," Sally said.

"He goes by smell, but he'll figure out where we are soon enough," (M/n) continued.

As if on cue, the bull-man bellowed in rage. He picked up Gabe's Camaro by the torn roof and threw it down in anger.

"(Y/n)," (M/n) started, squatting down to her daughter's eye level as Percy listened as well, "when he sees us, he'll charge, wait until the last second, then jump out of the way-directly sideways, he can't change directions very well once he's charging. Do you understand?"

"How do you know all this?" (Y/n) asked.

"We've been worried about an attack for a long time, we should have expected this, we were selfish, keeping you both with us," (M/n) said before reaching into her pocket, taking out a bracelet with a shiny sun and putting it on (Y/n)'s wrist.

"Your father wanted me to give this to you when you were ready, it's called Ilios, which means sun."

"Ilios? What-" Another bellow of rage, and the bull-man started tromping uphill, he smelled them. The pine tree was only a few more yards, but the hill was getting steeper and slicker, and Grover wasn't getting any lighter.

The bull-man closed in, another few seconds and he'd be on top of them.

Sally and (M/n) must've been exhausted, but they shouldered Grover, "go, kids! Separate! Remember what we said!" (M/n) exclaimed."

The kids didn't want to split up, but they both had a feeling their mothers were right-it was their only chance.

Both kids sprinted to the left, turned, and saw the creature bearing down in them, his black eyes glowed with hate, he reeked like rotten meat.

The bull-man stormed past like a freight train, then bellowed with frustration and turned, but not towards the kids this time but towards their mothers, who were setting Grover down in the grass.

They reached the crest of the hill, down the other side they could see the valley, just as both older women said, and the light of the farmhouse glowing yellow through the rain.

But that was half a mile away, they'd never make it.

The bull-man grunted, pawing the ground, he kept eyeing the kids mothers, who were now retreating slowly downhill, back towards the road, trying to lead the monster away from Grover.

"Run, kids!" Sally told them.

"We can't go any farther, run!" (M/n) yelled.

But they just stood there, frozen in fear, as the monster charged at them, they both tried to to sidestep, but the monster had learned his lesson.

His hands shot out and grabbed them both by their necks as they tried to get away, he lifted them as they struggled, kicking and pummeling the air.

"Mom!" Both Percy and (Y/n) yelled. Sally caught their eyes, and managed to choke out one last word: "Go!" Then with an angry roar, the monster closed both his fists around their necks, and they dissolved in front of their own kids eyes as they turned into golden dust. "

NO!" Both kids scream.

Anger replaced the fear that the kids had, newfound strength burned in their limbs-the same rush of energy they'd gotten when Mrs. Dodds grew talons.

The bull-man bore down on Grover, who was laying helpless in the grass, the monster hunched over, snuffling the saytr, as if he were about to lift Grover up and make him dissolve too.

(Y/n) took off her (f/c) raincoat and started waving it frantically, "HEY!" She screamed.

"Hey stupid! Ground beef!" Percy shouted.

The monster roared and turned towards them, shaking his meaty fists.

(Y/n) had an idea-it was an incredibly stupid idea, but better than no idea at all, she put her back to the pine tree as Percy waited at the side.

(Y/n) waved her jacket in front of the bull-man, thinking she'd jump out of the way at the last moment, but it didn't happen like that.

The bull-man charged too fast, his arms out to grab her whichever way she tried to dodge, time slowed down. Her legs tensed, she could jump sideways, so she leaped straight up, kicking off from the creature's head, using is as a springboard, turning midair, and landing on his neck. How did she do that? She didn't have time to figure it out.

A millisecond later, the monster's head slammed into the tree and the impact nearly knocked (Y/n)'s teeth out.

The monster staggered around, trying to shake her, but she locked her arms around his arms as to not get thrown.

Meanwhile, Grover started groaning in the grass, (Y/n) wanted to yell at him to shut up, but the way she was getting tossed around, if she opened her mouth she'd bite her own tongue off.

"Food!" Grover moaned.

The bull-man wheeled toward him, and pawed the ground again and got ready to charge.

(Y/n) thought about how this beast had squeezed the life out of her mother and her best friend's mom in front of them.

Rage began to fill her as she got both of her hands around of the horns and pulled backward with all her might.

The monster tensed, gave a surprised grunt, then-snap! The bull-man screamed and flung the young girl through the air, she landed flat on her back next to Percy, who immediately checked if she was okay.

Her head smacked against a rock, and when she sat up, her vision was blurry, but she had a horn in her hands, a ragged bone weapon the size of a knife.

The monster charged, without thinking, Percy grabbed (Y/n) and jumped to one side and came up kneeling and (Y/n) sitting by him.

As the monster barreled past, (Y/n) suddenly drove the broken horn straight into his side, right into his furry rib cage. The monster roared in agony, he flailed, clawing at his chest, as he began to disintegrate- but not like her and Percy's mom who disappeared into a gold flash but into dust.

The monster was gone, the rain had stopped, and Percy and (Y/n) were both dizzy and exhausted.

They were too tired to even cry, which they had really wanted to do after losing their mothers, they were weak, scared, and in grief.

But Grover needed their help, so they both managed to haul him up and stagger down into the valley, toward the light of the farmhouse.

Percy had a sad look while (Y/n) was crying over losing the only person who stuck around for her.

The last thing (Y/n) remembered is collapsing on a wooden porch with her best friends, looking up at a ceiling fan circling above her.

Then seeing the stern faces of a familiar looking man and a handsome boy around her age, his short blonde hair was curled like a prince's.

They both looked down at them, and the boy said, "they're the ones, they have to be."

"Silence, Andrew," the man said, "their still conscious, bring them inside.

[veliseraptor]

Remembering my first introduction to Xue Yang and thinking about how methodical he seemed to me vs fanon version that is basically evil Wei Wuxian on speed.

No really you're so right he's normally calm and methodical. Just sometimes the universe tells him he fucked up and he's like "would you say that if I did this? *makes an utterly insane choice*"

ohhh this is something I have Thoughts on for sure. don't get me wrong! I think xue yang does have manic periods and will get into a mode where he's not sleeping for three days because he has a project to work on and sleep is boring, a-yao, leave me alone. but I think the degree to which xue yang is - prior to xiao xingchen's death - actually as unhinged as he's sometimes painted is...it's not pretending but it is playing up an aspect of his personality to make people uncomfortable or nervous or scared, both because it's how he makes damn sure he's not going to be forgotten or ignored (have talked about that elsewhere) and because it's what people expect from him, so why not.

(it also means people underestimate him and while I think xue yang has a kind of complicated relationship with that it is useful sometimes.)

I do think a solid 30% of xue yang's behavior is looking at what people expect from him, going "oh you are like a little baby. watch this" and doing worse. i.e. if people are going to assume he's basically a wild animal then he's going to be the meanest wild animal they've ever seen. I think the fact that he settles relatively easily into playing a role where that's very much not the case, where nobody is looking at him like that (or at least nobody who is in a position to look down on him, qingqing is too short), is somewhat indicative.

he has more control over himself and his behavior than most people realize; I think the perception (both in universe and in fandom) is that he's sort of a creature of id, driven purely by impulse and almost instinctual reaction, and I don't think that's actually accurate to what we see of him most of the time. he's certainly very clever, and good enough at what he does to attract the attention of powerful people. jin guangshan finds him valuable enough to alienate and anger another sect leader about it. give Xue Yang a puzzle and if he's interested he'll sit down and pick at it until he figures it out, unless it's too easy, then it's just boring.

it's also notable to me that when xue yang is angry at someone, he doesn't actually act immediately. he's very willing to wait and plan to figure out how to really twist the knife in someone. the choice to go after song lan's temple, and song lan himself, rather than directly targeting xiao xingchen, might be a practical one, but it's also a very deliberate and targeted attack that's aimed right at xiao xingchen's stated purpose: "you say you're here to protect people? look, you can't even protect your friend and his temple, and now they've suffered because of you." that's not, like, an immediate and explosive reaction, it's a very purposeful act that has thought and planning behind it.

now, does xue yang make impulsive snap decisions, frequently involving violence? sure. but the most notable of those is, I would argue, at the two absolute nadir moments of xue yang's life. the first one being when xiao xingchen finds out who he is and vehemently rejects him - xue yang's reaction there feels like much more of an instinctive lashing out, and it's happening because for the first time in his life since he was very young, someone who actually has the ability to hurt his feelings has hurt his feelings and it feels real bad! doesn't like that! so he reacts to make it stop, and then keeps going and pushing until xiao xingchen breaks, and then after that it's pretty clear to me that he sort of shocks back to reality and spends the next eight years going "no, wait, I take it back." or, well, trying.

and then also when he dies. when wei wuxian goads him about what he did to chang ping and the implications thereof regarding xue yang's own feelings of (unnacknowledged, unrecognized) guilt, xue yang absolutely loses it, gets reckless and careless and ultimately it's that, with a-qing's help, which gets him killed.

oh, wait, one other place I think xue yang loses control of himself and acts without really thinking it through, and that's killing a-qing. I have less textual evidence for this (though I don't think it's completely absent), but it's definitely my headcanon.

outside of those moments, though - aka the ones that get really bad - I don't think xue yang is as off the chain as he sort of...gives off the air of being. I don't know that I'd call him calm, but I would say that he has the ability, most of the time, to exercise at least a modicum of self control.

at least, before xiao xingchen's death. frankly, after that I think he does very much lose his mind a little, but, you know. I think that's understandable, under the circumstances.

[mayasaura]

Re: your John post: I’m so fascinated by the moment when Cristabel kills herself in front of John to give him the final boost (psychological and practical) to figure out resurrection because when it WORKS and he figures it out, John’s immediate response is…to leave her lying dead on the floor because suddenly the urgency to save that one individual life evaporates in the face of everything he can now do.

There are later moments, like when the ship escapes, that are obviously pivotal in HIS mind, but it’s my sense that everything which happens after Cristabel’s (first) death is colored by that shift from “If I can just figure out how to bring ONE person back, I can bring EVERYONE back” to “Who cares if I can bring one person back? I can bring ANYONE I want back!”

And with THAT shift comes a shift in his own understanding of what morality looks like for someone with his power.

Sorry for the delay, I've been struggling with answering this one.

I agree, Cristabel's suicide is an extremely important pivotal moment for John, if not THE pivotal moment, but I'm not sure I agree about exactly what his pivot was.

After Cristabel dies, when he's holding her soul and through it sees Alecto, he doesn't go straight to 'I'm so powerful I can do anything now,' and he doesn't immediately set off the bombs or make himself god. He does a journey first through begging to become a vessel for that power, begging the soul of the Earth to tell him what to do. When he says that Alecto was incoherent and screaming, he follows up by saying "It wasn't your fault." He doesn't blame her for it, but he resents that he wasn't given guidance in that moment, that he was left with so much power and no idea what he was meant to do with it.

Something I feel carries a lot of weight in that scene for how little John dwells on it is that John was also suicidal. When he set up the nuclear threat, I don't think he expected to survive the fallout if he followed through. When Cris told him she knew how to help him and then came back with a gun, John's assumption was that she was going to kill him. And he was going to let her.

I find it difficult to analyze his immediate reaction to Cris' death, choosing to focus on Alecto over Cristabel. For personal reasons, I'm incapable of judging someone for their immediate reaction to watching a loved one commit suicide. I just can't. He had the power to bring her right back and he didn't; it seems like there's obviously something deeply wrong with that decision, but I can't assume it was out of lack of care for Cristabel. Maybe it was representative of a shift in his priorities, it seems likely that you're right and it was, but I can only credit that retroactively in how he processed having made the decision. Seeing something like that can just. Make you insane. Sometimes there is no 'why' in what you do when you're experiencing that kind of traumatic shock, and trying to find deeper meaning in it will only fuck you up beyond belief.

I'm pretty certain John was in shock, from the way he recounts it. From the moment he starts telling how Cristabel came back with the gun, he's described as sounding 'as though he were underwater with the rest of everything'. His memory surrounding the immediate aftermath is fuzzy, he can't remember details about what he did, if he took anything with him. He remembers some trivial-seeming sensory and visual details clearly, like how there was less blood than he expected on his clothes. He doesn't remember what he did, when he left the scene of her death to find the rest of his friends under assault or dead. He thinks he just watched, but he isn't sure. It feels weird, like he dreamed it. He remembers Augustine saying something in their final moments huddled together behind the barricade, but not what he said. He recalls holding Augustine and Mercy's hands as they begged for his life, as they died in front of him, but he's not sure how he got there. He was, in short, incredibly fucked up and about to die.

And that's when he ended everything, and became god.

I've been thinking about that moment preceding all of it—about Cristabel and John and how pivotal their relationship was—for a while since you first sent this, and I think on some level John does realize how important it is. John was only Catholic by the furthest stretch of the definition, we find that out fairly early in the Verses. He was baptized at a christian rock concert he'd attended for the underage drinking. There's no evidence the man ever set foot in a church prior to his apotheosis, and he goes on to construct a giant Catholic-themed space empire. Why would he do that? Why is that the blueprint he chose for his new world?

John wasn't Catholic, but Cristabel was. She was a nun, she was the only person he allowed into the room with him during his breakdown, and he addresses her as 'Sister'. She killed herself in front of him. She's the reason he learned how to perceive the soul, and she was the first soul he ever touched. Did he lean so heavily on the Catholic theme in honor of her, or to spite her, or both? Or did she push the theme herself? We know she invented the oath "One flesh, one end," and we know she was the one behind forcing the invention of lyctorhood. In her first life, we know she was the one who most enthusiastically framed John as a religious figure, even before he formed the cult. How much influence did Cristabel have in the structure and formation of the Empire? How deep an impression did she leave on the culture, and on John?

[samuelroukin]

Okay fuck it, team Roach, the 006 to the 141's 007, is roughly:

Roach: Captain Sanderson. Very soft spoken, stuck with extreme baby face despite being a hardened combat vet, tremendously calm, rational and easy going even when being shot at. Very reasonable and inhuman levels of stealthy. Never raises his voice, which is often Worse. He's not really sure how he got here but he is unfortunately Very Good at This. Which is both leadership and Warfare. In his heart of hearts he just wants to be chilling on a pool floatie with a beer in hand but Alas.

His Second in Command: Handsome, Polite, Charming and Clinically Insane. As in they are 100% fudging this man's psych evals. He seems easy going and fun but this man is basically a monster, he is the type that signed up to kill people and not go to jail. Graves but Worse. He's only technically a Hero because Roach is holding his leash but. Seriously he seems fine until you're alone in an enclosed space with him and your lizard brain sends up a panic alarm akin to being trapped in an elevator with a lion. The more he talks the more you realize he... doesn't live in the real world. For Reasons Unknown Roach is pretty much the only one that does actually have a collar on him. He Gets Real Weird and Jealous over Ghost when they finally meet.

Tex: Your Killing Machine Has Anxiety. Possibly the world's best sniper and a true mathematical genius, who has next to no social skills, the legacy of a childhood stutter and growing up in a Very Rural Isolated area. Excellent at taking directions but it's hard to not pin a kick me sign on him despite him being, objectively, a very dangerous guy. A lot of people assume he's Like That because of warfare/soldiers get strange/ptsd etc. No he was always Weird, he is definitely Undiagnosed Neurodivergent, but so is his whole family. A Cheetah in search of a Dog in his Pen. Hypercompetent in the field, who let you out of your cage otherwise.

Doc: World's Bitterest Medic. Loves humanity as a concept and truly believes in medicine as a science dedicated to the betterment of life and wellbeing. Also Hates Every Single Human Being he has ever come across. Extreme Pissed of Mom Who Says Get Your Ass Down Here Now Or I Will Beat You to Death Myself energy. Means he generally keeps them in line socially as well as the Angry Mom Friend so Tex generally hides behind him. He grumbles but he secretly kind of loves it. Unfortunately, these Idiots are *his* idiots. You are Stupid and Embarassing and he Will Run Out Under Heavy Fire to Save You at the risk of his own life. Running in joke is "does the life threatening wound hurt enough to subject yourself to his bedside manner?" Absolutely terrible taste in music he subjects them all to.

There are at least one or two more guys in this train wreck but these are the mains. Unsurprisingly something this disfunction works out horribly well and they are incredibly effective. Tired Dad Energy Roach vs You Should Have Gone Before We Left Mom Medic plus Their Frail Victorian Son of a Sniper plus I Will Kill For You Please Ask Me To Kill For You and Give Me Attention 2IC means this shit is actually A OK by the brass.

lmao didn't you just say you put no thought into them? these guys are far more developed than my ocs, give yourself some credit! they all sound great and like i said i already love tex and doc but uh HI second in command 👀