#they don't seem interested when i talk and the second i put my headphones on and play my music i can

[breadmp3]

[artificial-transmutations]

Closer Than Flesh - Run

After a few hours it becomes clear to the friends that it's no use. Jake isn't even close to reproducing the things Skyler did yesterday (and those weren't great either). The sigil stone shows a faint red glow when Jake concentrates really hard, but that's about it.

"Okay, this is not working. I can't get it to work, Sky!" Jake says.

"Maybe we should try something else." Skyler suggests. "Like maybe... I don't know. Maybe we could take a break."

"What?"

"Well, I mean, I was thinking we could go out for a walk or something."

"Right... do I need to remind you that you are, well... a dick? How would you go out for a walk?"

If Skyler still had facial expressions, he would grimace. "You know what I mean. You do the walking. It's better than nothing."

"Yeah, right. Not the worst idea, I guess. I'm getting a headache trying to reverse that whole mess. Plus, I get to grab something to eat on the way."

"Great. That's settled then. Ehm, one more thing." Skyler pauses for a moment. "Would you be okay with wearing something comfortable? Like sweatpants or something like that. I think I'm a bit bigger than your, I mean, previous equipment and I don't exactly fancy the thought of being crushed by your tight jeans."

"No problem." Jake answers quickly. "I'll find some sweats in my room."

As Jake changes into the pair of gray sweatpants, Skyler’s world goes dark again. Even though the sweatpants are not quite as tight as he imagines the jeans would be, Skyler is still being pressed back against Jake's body. Once he gets over feeling anxious about the cramped space, Skyler realizes it's actually quite comfortable: It's warm, safe and comfy, and, most of all, it smells like Jake.

Skyler is still not sure how he can see or smell, but his senses seem to be confined to his actual cock-form. If Jake is wearing pants like this, he can't see anything. He isn't actually sure how it works, either. As a dick, he obviously doesn't have any eyes, nose or tastebuds. Still, he can clearly see, smell and (as he remembers) taste everything around him. Especially his sight is interesting. While he clearly experiences the world from the perspective of his friends crotch, his vision is kind of all around his shaft-body, not directed like he used to see as a human.

Which brings Skyler to another question he needs answered.

"Jake?" he asks.

Jake twitches as the voice of his friend tears him out of his own thoughts. As he pulled on the pants, it felt... weird. Sure, he had pulled on pants, and even this pair of sweatpants on like a thousand times. Each time, he had stuffed his then smaller dick into his underwear unceremoniously, without spending much of a thought on it. Just as he did a few seconds ago. But this time, it's different. It's not merely a part of his body he is handling, it's actually his friend Skyler who is still attached to his groin. This just feels so weird.

"Yes?" he replies with a bit of a delay.

"How are you hearing me?"

"What do you mean? I can understand you perfectly well." Jake was confused by the question.

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean... I don't have a mouth. Or lungs. Am I speaking to you normally? "

"Oh! No, I don't think so." Jake thinks for a moment. "I think you're talking... directly to me."

He pauses and then says: "Oh! Does that mean...?"

He gets out his cell phone and starts a recording. "Say something again!"

"Uhm... Hello? Why, what are you doing? I can't see anything from inside your pants!"

Jake stops the recording and taps the play button. After a few seconds, he exclaims: "Crazy! I think you're talking to me telepathically! There is nothing on the recording."

"That's good at least." Skyler says with a cheer in his voice. "That means I can talk to you while we're out without anyone asking you were your pants have learned to speak."

"Great. Oh! I have another idea!" With that, Jake puts in headphones. "I put in my buds, so when I answer, it looks like I'm on my phone."

"Okay." Skyler replies. "Let's go!"

It feels weird when Jake walks, Skyler discovers. It's not exactly unpleasant, but there is considerably more movement down there than he expected. After the first few steps, Skyler slips into Jake's left pants leg, where he kind of settles in a stable position. Still, every step Jake takes leads to some shifting and tugging around of him.

At first, Skyler is uneasy by the sensations, but as more time passes, he slowly starts to relax, getting used to the new experiences.

"Where are we going?" He asks.

"I just left the apartment and I'm going to the park. I think there's a hot dog stand today and I'm getting hungry."

"Ha. One good thing about the whole thing is that I'm not hungry one bit. Would be difficult to eat like this, too."

"I'm glad you're enjoying your day." Jake says sarcastically. "I still want to end having a talking dick, preferably before I have to pee again. Do you have any new ideas?"

"Okay, okay. Sorry. We could search the web, perhaps if we put in the symbol again, we find out something I didn't before. Perhaps there is some kind of manual?"

"We could try that. Beats not doing anything useful with the stone itself. But first..."

Skyler feels a bigger shift in his surroundings, as Jake sits down. At the same time, he hears Jake continue: "I have finally gotten myself a hot dog."

While Jake is eating, there is not much movement for Skyler. As he doesn't want to interrupt Jake, he decides just to hang around a bit and relax. Quite literally, really.

After a few minutes, however, Skyler suddenly feels weird. Like, *really* weird. An entirely unpleasant sensation washes over him, almost like a physical pressure suddenly building all around him. "Jake..." he groans.

"What is it?" Jake sounds unconcerned.

"Something is wrong... What is going on?"

"What do you mean what's going on? I'm eating my hot dog, and everything is fine."

"No... it's not fine." Skyler groans again. His mind feels like he is drowning. Whatever this is, it's getting worse quickly.

"Wait, no, there is something." Jake looks around uneasily. It's barely noticeable, but it has gotten a bit darker. He looks up to the sky and notices dark clouds that have appeared. Wasn't it bright sunshine just a minute ago? A cold breeze has picked up.

"The weather has changed." he comments.

"No, it's more than that. Something is wrong, like seriously. I feel weird. Bad weird." Skyler’s voice sounds distressed, and Jake feels queasy all of a sudden. He doesn't feel anything out of the ordinary, but Skyler sounds really bad. Also, the sudden change in weather doesn't really seem right. He looks up again: The clouds are even darker than before, making it considerably darker now.

"Jake! Do you have the stone?"

"No, I left it at home. Why?"

"I don't think it's safe. I can't really say why, but... we should go home. Now!"

"Why? What's happening?"

"I don't know! I just... feel it!" Skyler groans again, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread. "We need to get back!"

That is enough to convince Jake. He puts down the rest of his hot dog and starts walking back, quickly falling into a jog. He is not very fit, so he quickly becomes quite exhausted. However, there are more and more unsettling sights, which provide enough motivation to keep moving. The sky is now really dark, like just before a big thunderstorm. The rest of the daylight gives it a reddish shine that reminds him of a sunset just before the sun disappears. Additionally, very dark, almost black with a hint of red, fog has started to appear between the trees and buildings. It seems to encroach toward him with every fast heartbeat of his.

"Shit. There is this weird fog, and it's gotten really dark." he reports the situation for Skyler but receives no answer than a pained groan. Jake is really worried now and so distracted that he trips and almost falls, only barely catching himself. One of his earbuds rolls away on the ground. His first impulse is to go after it, but the raising panic tells him to don't stop running.

"Shit! Skyler are you okay?" he asks out of breath. There is his apartment building. He quickly unlocks the door and gets inside, up the stairs and into his flat.

"Something really bad is going on, Jake..." Skyler says, his voice sounding like he is gritting his teeth.

Jake doesn't answer right away. What he sees in his apartment makes him temporarily speechless. The stone, the "sigil stone" as Skyler had dubbed it, is floating in mid-air, surrounded by an eerie red glow. The sigil on it is pulsing slowly, like the heartbeat of a giant.

"What. The. Fuck". Jake exclaims. "The stone is... "

He is interrupted by a sudden, loud noise. It sounds like an elephant stomping the ground with all its might, down on the ground floor. Then, a sudden loud cracking noise from below. Jake imagines some unearthly force breaking the building door, perhaps rending it in two or...

Footsteps. Heavy, angry footsteps on the stairs. Someone is coming!

"Sky!" Jake says in short breath. "What is happening?"

The steps come closer quickly, before stopping, probably right in front of his apartment door. He can see a red shine from outside and dark fog coming through the cracks. Jake is shaking now, paralyzed by primal fear, existential dread. "Sky..."

Then, with a loud blast, his apartment door is wiped away like a twig, blasting wooden splinters in all directions. At the same time, Jake hears Skyler in his head, his voice full of panic: "The stone!"

Almost automatically, Jake finally grabs the floating stone which vibrates in his hand with power and anticipation. As he turns around to the door, his heart skips a beat. Stepping slowly through the door frame is a nightmare come to life: A large, muscular man, almost naked bare for a short leathery pair of pants. His entire skin is blood red, as well as his wild unkempt hair, which only has a slightly darker shade of red. The face is obscured by deep shadows, but Jake can clearly see a pair of bright red glowing eyes. A large pair of black horns has breached the creatures skull, ending in red sharp tips like they are glowing red hot. All around the nightmare creature is dark red smoke or fog, surrounding him like tortured souls. Especially around his shoulders the flowing smoke gives him the appearance of forming wings that extend endlessly into the fog around him.

His mouth twists into an evil grin, revealing sharp teeth as a cold and cruel voice pierces the air, ringing in Jake's ears and resonating in his skull:

"Finally."

Jake feels weak and unable to move at all. Helplessly he stares at the demonic creature in front of him, which steps closer without much haste.

He needs to get away, he needs to flee somehow. That thing is no doubt going to kill him in a few seconds. But there is no escape: The demon blocks the door and any idea of a desperate jump out of one of the windows seems too foolish to even try. There is nowhere to hide, he is helpless!

All of a sudden, the stone in his hand begins to glow brightly red, brimming with power. For some reason, the demon looks surprised, angered even. He lunges himself at Jake now, as his terrible voice shouts: "What? Impossible! With my..."

The demon doesn't get to finish his sentence, as all around him, the world unravels itself, including the demon. Jake watches in horror as reality dissolves. His apartment, the demon, the outside world, everything dissolves like fabric triturating. He looks down on himself and at first, he thought that his body is experiencing the same fate. But quickly, he finds out that while his clothes disappear alongside the rest of the world, his body stays solid.

Solid, but not necessarily unchanged. Waves of change wash over him, pulsing from the stone in his hand. His skin feels weird and itchy, as little hairs pop into existence. First a few single chest hairs, then a whole patch of coarse hair, then a whole pelt. They stretch down over his stomach, forming a dense trail towards his crotch. As the hairs spread over his chest and connect to his armpits, his whole skin darkens and becomes a more tanned version of itself. Not dark like that of a Black man, but definitely something he wouldn't expect on a Caucasian man, much less on his gamer body. His nipples darken to a browner shade as well.

The itching spreads to his arms and legs as hair grows in there as well. At the same time, his body becomes slightly more muscular, gaining some definition. Not like an athlete or body builder, but like someone who visits the gym regularly at least. Jake can feel his face shift and change and his chin and upper lip itch, as a short, stubbly beard grows in and his whole facial structure reforms into one clearly showing middle eastern heritage. Finally, the last big pulse from the stone materializes surroundings around Jake again. He finds himself standing in a small yet stylish apartment, held in black and white colors.

No trace remains from his old place, the destruction or the demonic creature that was there some heartbeats ago. But there is also no trace of Jake as he knew himself. In his place, there stands an entirely different man looking shocked at himself: A hairy, slightly muscular Arab man with dark hair and eyes. The only similarity to Jake's old body is the fact that he sports a really large cock between his legs.

So, the story get's going! What is going on? Who is the red guy? And why is that Jake bloke talking to his cock? Well, at least the last question can be answered by reading the previous episode! Click here to read on to the next episode.

[kisscara]

12. shopping spree! [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

this was awkward, to say the least. seeing each other in casual clothing was awkward. just standing there was awkward.

"hi," you laugh with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood and thank the archons above, it does. scaramouche huffs, "let's go. we don't have all day." you catch up to him as he begins walking.

for a thursday after classes, the mall was surprisingly packed. you had hoped the opposite since this would possibly make the time seem longer.

scaramouche takes a glimpse at you. his lips scrunch up as a sign of his rising embarrassment. '(name) in such comfy wear... this is insane.' he reaches up to rub his eyes as if ridding himself of a delusion.

you wring with your hands and hum. "so... what type of music do you listen to, scaramouche?" you ask, trying to start a conversation. scaramouche removes the headphones from his ears and places it around his neck to hear you better.

he quickly searches for an answer when his eyes catch sight of an ad on the overhead screen in the mall. "vocaloid!" scaramouche hurriedly exclaims in a frenzy. you tilt your head in confusion. he felt his whole world come crashing down. he loves hatsune miku, sure, but not as much as he loves you.

nevermind that, if he had to be honest, their music was nothing compared to your immaculate drumming skills. to scaramouche, no one could outshine 5O5 and especially you.

"oh! that's interesting!" you two instantly fall silent after that weird talk. however, something else was on scaramouche's mind.

scaramouche's eyes sparkle as he watches you, determined. '(name) is so kind and knows how to handle these types of things like a pro. as expected of them.' he clears his throat and queries, "is this the music store you go to?"

you wordlessly nod and follow him inside. you're immediately met with the wonderful smell of different instruments when you step foot within the premises. you swore you could recognize it from a mile away. you take a deep inhale and exhale in content.

"(name)!" a small, red-eyed, blonde haired girl greets you and scaramouche at the doors. she gleefully giggles, "i missed you!" you welcome the girl into your arms and grin. "have you been a good girl, klee?" klee eagerly nods.

from behind the front counter, barbara leans over it. "good afternoon, (name) and..." her eyes go wide and she yelps, "student council president!?" klee gasps, "no way, he's the president?" a brunette passes by with a box of what appears to be carrying music catalogues.

"student council president," xinyan corrects klee and heads to the counter. klee looks up at scaramouche. he tries to give her his most sincere gaze but of course, it comes off intimidating toward the little girl. klee shivers and makes a face at him.

scaramouche's finger wavers as he points to the pouty girl with a grimace, "do you know them?" you chuckle, "these are my friends, barbara, xinyan and klee. barbara and xinyan are second years at our school and klee is barbara's cousin while xinyan is barbara's best friend."

scaramouche hums in a disinterested way. "i see." he puts his fingertips together and faces you, "now, about those gloves." you startle and nervously grin. 'i totally forgot about that...!'

klee tugs at your sweater's sleeve. "come with klee, (name)! klee will show you what gloves to get 'cause klee already knows your size!" she gives you a proud look and you find it hard not to smile at how cute she's being.

klee begins dragging you away and scaramouche gawks, "hey, kid, they're supposed to stay with me!"

he rushes after you and the three of you stop in a certain aisle. klee pulls the wooden stool closer to her and gets on top of it. her frilly, bright red summer dress ruffles as she reaches up to get the perfect gloves for you.

klee points out, "we're having a discount today on all things related to the drums but not including the drums itself. for example, gloves, drumsticks, snare cases and et cetera. if you purchase this, your total would be thirty dollars but because of our special fifty percent off discount, it will go down to-"

xinyan covers her mouth, earning a mouthed 'thanks' from scaramouche.

"scaramouche, do you like spending time with little kids?" now that you've bought the gloves, you and scaramouche are simply strolling about the mall. it won't hurt to have a little bit of free time, right? scaramouche ponders for a few moments. "yeah, i do. makes me miss taking care of my baby sister."

your pupils dilate in surprise. "i never knew you had a sister. or any siblings, at that." you smile at him and his face goes red. scaramouche rubs his neck, muttering, "i have two sisters, actually. one of them is in middle school and the other one is my twin."

"you have a twin!? that's so cool!" you gleefully clasp your hands together, the bag containing the drummer gloves trapping between your forearm and your arm. scaramouche smugly smirks, "what do you think, (name)? am i the better twin?"

you get caught off guard by his sudden inquiry. you think for a bit. "i haven't met your twin yet, so i can't really decide," you murmur. he pauses before gesturing, "well, she looks like me but as a female. she's into fashion and would have a mental breakdown if she chipped a nail. basically my polar opposite, minus the anger issues."

it's great he's self aware.

"mm... then i'd choose you as the better twin." you add, "you're very responsible and even though you don't show it much, i know that deep down, you care about your friends." you happily chirp, "you wouldn't have let me buy this off of the school funds if we weren't friends, right?"

scaramouche's ears go red. he tries to play it off and shrugs, "sure. anyways, do you want something to eat?" his offer makes you knowingly smile. "i thought you said we were only going to buy this." you shake around the bag and he scoffs, "it's on me, so it's not apart of the school funds."

"i'm just borrowing money left and right." you clench your fist and weep, "if only i wasn't so broke... i'll pay you back, i promise!" scaramouche impotently waves, "stop being so dramatic before i change my mind. now let's go before the food court closes."

you never would have imagined eating with scaramouche, in public, just the two of you! to any bystanders, it might seem like a date. the idea makes your heart pound even faster as countless other thoughts race within your mind. for sometime now, you've been taking small bites, still embarrassed about this whole situation.

scaramouche rests his head in his hand while fidgeting with the straw in his glass of water. "(name), what's it like, being apart of a band?" and thank God he starts a conversation because you were starting to feel as though you were going to piss yourself, sitting there in silence.

"it's fun! i've made a lot of memories with them, but even though we're in a band, they're still my best friends before they're my members. yun jin is the band leader, so you should really talk to her about the whole band experience since she handles most of our events with our manager," you say, now feeling comfortable enough to eat.

for a split second, scaramouche contemplates on his next question. "what do you think about your fans?"

you raise a brow and ask, "like, solely my fans or the band's fans in general?" scaramouche takes a sip from his glass and adds, "yours." you sheepishly laugh, "to be honest, i think i have very few. the drummer tends to go unnoticed and i guess i'm okay with it since..."

you tap at your chin, "this one time, our keyboardist, ayaka, actually had a crazy fan of hers. he was totally psycho, 'cause he even followed her places and took pictures of her whenever he got the chance. she had to file a lawsuit against him and all of this happened last year."

scaramouche gulps. he's not like that... right?

"the thought made me, well, not just me, but the rest of the members angry as well. we never revealed it to our fan base and the public, but that's the reason ayaka had to go on a three month hiatus. can you believe the audacity of that guy? honestly, i'd rather have no fans at all than thousands and not knowing who's a total creep."

after dumping all of that on scaramouche, he began feeling queasy.

would he ever reveal the truth about himself being your fan from the start? there is a difference between obsession and just pure admiration. however, would you be able to understand that?

scaramouche likes you for your dedication to your band and your impressive drumming skills as well as your personality.

but would you get the wrong idea and think that he only likes you for who you are on that stage, holding those drumsticks, or for being the person you truly are?

scaramouche could barely enjoy the rest of the day with you after that. it constantly plagued his mind of what would happen should you mistaken him for such a jerk like that?

he's gotten this far and it might as well be over for him at this point. but then again...

"scara, you can have the other charm! now we're matching, see?" you wave around the angry kitty charm while you place the cute looking puppy one in his palm. "this one's you and that one's me. it matches us, right?" you giggle as you begin to attach it to your phone.

the two of you had gotten it at the arcade and scaramouche just couldn't say no to you wanting to go there.

scaramouche does the same with his phone and smiles. "yeah, it does fit us."

he can worry about all of that later. besides, he has a choice whether to reveal the truth or not, so why not just hide it from you? although by now, he should know that the truth itself never stays buried for long.

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what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

© kisscara

[hajimeshoe]

HEAR ME OUT!! Leona, Jamil, Floyd, Kalim, and Duece with an s/o who has crippling anxiety, depression, and ADD but is the therapist friend.

They don't seem like it most of the time because they're emotionally detached, but still an empath.

Everytime there's an overblot, they sip Arizona tea like "Same shit, different day." And treat it like common shit because back in their world, their whole family was mentally ill, along with the friends around them who put their lives in s/o's hands.

Often seen dealing with other people's emotions and giving advice they don't even follow themselves. It's good advice too!!

S/o listens and sleeps to loud music at high volumes very often, (almost every second of the day and night) and eats and sleeps a lot to destress.

The resting bitch face is constant. They seem so annoyed by life, and they are. They just don't tell anyone that.

Low self-esteem but they talk about themselves highly to try and get rid of or hide it. More self loathing than not though.

They have many moments where they don't wanna listen to people but they end up listening to people anyway.

S/o also sucks ass at self care, but tells everyone to self care.

Ooh, Therapist Friend MC who needs therapy themself...sounds interesting. Now, I feel for anybody who goes through this - it is not a healthy place to be at all. Try to focus on yourself at least a little!

Therapist Friend!S/O Who Needs Therapy

Deuce

Deuce is the one you're normally giving therapy to

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

Like, out of all the others, he's the most likely to open up to his S/O even before you two start dating

But the second he finally figures out the toll it's taking on your mental health?

He has Ace, Trey, and Grim on your ass to ensure you're taking care of yourself (Goodluck to you, Trey is the Original Therapist Friend and the single mom of Heartslabyul)

I feel like he also listens to music at high volumes

So he has no issue with you sleeping with it on

100% will do his best to take care of you if you won't do it yourself

He's also the type to VIOLENTLY try to bring up your self-esteem

Punches of love <3

(Does not even give a damn if you punch back because he loves you)

Leona

Emotionally detached and annoyed by life, meet your soulmate

Leona does rant about his family occasionally

Mostly after coming back from breaks where he had to deal with them

Otherwise, he's mostly chill after his overblot

Wait, you need loud music to sleep? Too damn bad, listen to it when you're asleep and I'm awake

Honestly, you two never sleep at the same time anymore - one of you will sleep while the other is awake now. It works though! You can listen to music loud enough to burst your eardrums through headphones while Leona sleeps in silence, or you can sleep with your music blaring while Leona is awake and playing with your hair

You two still get to cuddle nearly constantly!

He's still a prince, so if you need therapy then damn right he's getting it for you, even if he needs to drag you to it

Lion Strength TM activated

Also, if you show even the smallest sign of Low Self-Esteem, he is becoming the Therapist and shutting down any argument you have. You're a bitch? It's called having a personality, hun. Body issues? Nobody is perfect, everyone has insecurities and he loves you just the way you are

Now, if you do not want to listen to someone but Leona finds them talking your ear off anyway?

Hopefully you can stop a Lion in a warpath because Leona will be out for some damn blood

If you're eating a lot? No worries. "Ruggie! Bring Y/n their favourite!"

Floyd

Needs Therapy 2.0

Like, with his mood swings? You're just a live-in therapist at this point

Jade is actually the one to point out to him the toll it's taking on you

After that, he'll be a little more attentive and conscious of your emotions and tells

He'll let you sit in the Mostro lounge to eat, or he'll show up at your dorm at midnight with chicken nuggets

And god forbid you talk bad about yourself...good way to put him in a bad mood and he will verbally tear into you

Then you two don't talk until he's back in a good mood and is abducting you from your "Therapist Duties" to have some fun

Jamil

Certified Caregiver

Like, he's dealing with Kalim's bullshit and is overprotective on a good day

So yes, he uses you as a free therapy service some days

But he still adores you

If you aren't taking care of yourself? Too bad, Jamil will hypnotize you to make you commit self-care actions

No, not sewerslide that is not self-care

He is watching you like a hawk now when you're around him and Kalim

You better be eating, have showered, brushed your teeth and hair if it's long

Also, WATER!!! He will make you hydrate no matter how stubborn you try to be

Kalim

Kalim is...well, he's a dunce

He couldn't pick up on Jamil's mental health after years of living with him, he is not picking up on yours until you're nearly at the breaking point

He just thinks it's nice that you let your friends vent to you even when you aren't social

It takes Jamil sitting him down and running through a list of your issues that it get's through to Kalim that you need help

And Kalim? He's never been one to hold back

You get the best Therapist and he is hovering over you

Even if it makes you feel worse, he is coddling you because you deserve everything in his opinion

It'll honestly take a lot to get Kalim to stop trying to care for you. He absolutely adores you and wants the best for you.

[dakotalun]

Want Part 2 | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: PART 2-- Eddie hangs out with someone and you confront him about it. Eddie shows up again with a surprise.

warnings: oral (f. receiving), praise kink, pet names (good boy, baby, ma'am, babe), sub!eddie, fingering, swearing

word count: 2.9k

a/n: been a whole month...whoopsies. But I am coming back with a nice and long fic for y'all. I also have a few things in the works that will be multi parted. I hope y'all enjoy and have an amazing day!! :)

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

Eddie's been gone for what feels like hours, I’m completely broken and hurt while he's probably off with Chrissy again. Out of all the things I could've done today, I chose to ruin my relationship. I slowly raise to my feet but upon seeing the plate that Eddie had haphazardly thrown to the counter I start to feel sick. I rush to the bathroom and throw up.

Hours pass by. I'm sitting on the cold bathroom floor, refusing to move. I've thrown up twice since Eddie left me, once when I realized what he had been doing for most of the day and again after throwing up everything that was in my stomach. He still hasn't called or texted me. I really fucked this up. And I have no clue how I'm going to fix it.

My stomach tightens again as I feel another wave of vomit come up. And that's how I spend the night, laying on the bathroom floor occasionally barfing as I cry over Eddie. I can't believe I've made such a big mistake.

I wake up the next morning feeling drained and exhausted. The events from last night are still fresh in my mind and I can't seem to get myself out of bed. I turn over, a sliver of hope that Eddie came home last night. But all I find is the empty, cold space where he should be. I grab my phone from the nightstand and check for any messages, nothing. A sigh leaves my mouth as I come to the full conclusion that I should maybe leave for a while, this was Eddie's trailer first after all.

I peel myself out of the sheets and trudge to the bathroom. Getting back I search the messy closet we share for my duffel bag, finding it under a mess of dirty clothes and an old amp Eddie keeps saying he'll throw out. I pick out some comfortable jeans and a few t-shirts, stuffing them into the bag and slipping my feet into a pair of sneakers.

After grabbing my phone charger and headphones I grab the keys from the counter and walk outside. A cold gust of wind blows in my face as the seasons change from summer to fall. I plug my headphones in but just as I'm about to put them on I hear a loud boom of music coming from the street entrance of the trailer park.

I look up to see none other than Eddie driving his van, music blasting and flowing through the open windows. He's driving with little regard for anything around him, nearly hitting the neighbor's fence before parking. He shuts the van off and hops out, stumbling slightly. Yeah he's clearly drunk, or at least he was at some point since I last saw him. His face is red and slightly swollen, stains line his face from tears.

He finally looks up to see me standing on the porch of the trailer, staring at him a broken look in my eye still. He slowly and hesitently steps towards me.

"Hey," Eddie reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, a nervous tic.

"Hi."

The two of us stand there for a few seconds just looking at each other taking in the events of last night. I'm the first to talk.

"I'm gonna stay with Rob for a few days, just so we can kinda, you know," I don't finish the sentence, too scared to make this a reality.

"Don’t. Please," His eyes are softer now, no anger or resentment behind them. Just pure love and adoration, "I need you here. Please stay."

"Eddie," I look down at my feet, now finding the slowly rotting floor boards more interesting, "Look, I wish I could stay with you. I really do, but after last night. After what you said, what I said. I just don't think it's a good idea."

I don't notice how his face drops, a small frown taking place on his lips. He takes a few more steps closer to me, now at the bottom of the porch.

"Please. I don't want to lose you too. Not after all this time. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." His words break my heart all over again, "You coming into my life was the besy thing to ever happen to me. I wouldn't have ever had the courage to really try and finish high school without you." 

He speaks he walks up the steps, getting closer to me, enough to finally smell the alcohol on him, "If I could go back in time and not hang out with Chrissy I would, in an instant. But I can't," He's finally reached me. He brings his hands out to hold mine, I look at him. Really look at him for the first time since yesterday. I can see how much he means this, and how much he wants me to say I'll stay.

"I don't know if I can trust you anymore Eddie. You lied to me about where you were, and what you were doing. You're still selling even after I told you not to," I scan his face, trying to find something, anything, "And then there's Chrissy-"

"There's nothing going on between me and her, I promise! I really was just catching up with an old friend."

"Then why did you leave?" There it was. The question at the top of my mind ever since he walked out that door, why. If she was just an "old friend" then he shouldn't have felt the need to leave me. To let me cry until I was physically ill.

I pull my hands away from his, missing the warmth of them. I start to head towards my car, needing to be out of here, out of his space, away.

"Wait, please," He turns with me, following, "Babe, I love you with everything I have, and ever will have. You are the only person on this planet for me. You're the only person I can open up to. The only one I can be myself around, I need you."

He's saying all the right things except for one, the one I really need to hear from him. I stop and harshly turn to him, "I know Eddie! I know you love me and need me and all that bullshit but that's not what I asked you! I asked if you want me? If I will be enough for you, if I'm just another girl for you to fuck and pretend to love before you throw me off to the side like trash? So, do. you. want. me?"

My hands are shaking, both from the cold and my anger. I wait for him to answer, wishing he would just say yes so we can go back to normal or no so I can move on and get away from him.

"I- OF COURSE! I want you more than anything!" He runs up to me, placing his hands on my cheeks, shielding them from the cold. "Could you come with me?"

"What?" I’m confused by the sudden change in questions. Where could he possibly want me to go right now?

"Just come with me? I need to- I want to show you something, please," He's begging. Eddie Munson has never begged for anything in his life and yet here he is, practically on his hands and knees for me.

"Fine," I sigh.

His eyes light up, hands falling from my face to interlock with mine. He pulls me to his van, opening the door like he always does. Forever a gentleman. He all but sprints to the driver's side before quickly starting the old van and driving out of the lot he just came into.

We drive to the other side of town, where all the rich kids live. We trun the corner and Eddie looks over to me.

"Close your eyes."

"Huh?"

"Close your eyes. It's a surprise," A grin has spread across his face, crinkling the sides of his eyes.

I groan lightly before shutting my eyes, wondering what the hell Eddie is up to now. Not long after, we are parking and Eddie's grabbing my hand to lead me wherever we are at.

I giggle a little as he all but pushes me through a doorway, "Eds what are you doing? Where the fuck are we?"

"You'll see, just keep those pretty little eyes closed alright?" He walks me a few more steps before postioning me in place, "Alright, open."

I open my eyes and am momentarily blinded my the bright florescent overheads before noticing we are standing in front of a door.

"Eddie. What the hell is this?" I turn to look at him, his signature shit eating grin plastered on. He holds up his keys, searches for the right one then opens the door in front of us. He leads me inside, looking at my every facial movement.

"This," He gestures to the large empty living room, "is our new apartment. That is if you're not still mad at me?" His face is soft and sweet, waiting for my answer.

"Eddie this is- how did you? I don't understand," I shake my head slightly trying to understand what's going on here, "What do you mean this is our apartment?"

Eddie stands in front of me blocking my view. He reaches for my hands and holds them in his, taking away some of the anxiety I have right now.

"I've been working extra hours at the auto shop down on Main, and selling a little bit too," My face drops, "I know you told me to stop! But I saw this place a while ago, when Wayne was house hunting. And I just knew it was perfect for us."

He squeezes my hands, pulling me to the large windows on the other side of the room, it overlooks Main Street and all the little shops he knows I love, "Every dollar I’ve earned this past year has gone into a down payment on this place. It took a lot of haggling with Ted on my wages but I finally had enough. Then we had our fight last night," He looks down, ashamed at himself for what happened, "When you asked if I wanted you I don't know what happened but I just knew that now was the time to finally pay for it. So I raced down here and payed the guy, because I want nothing more than to have you in my life forever."

As he's talking, I realize I'm crying, I can't help it, I feel so much joy and pain all at once. Eddie's hands grip tighter, keeping me from falling to the floor, "If you don't want this just tell me, give me the word and I won't bother you again," He places his finger below my chin to make me look at him, his eyes are rimmed with tears just like mine are, "But before you do just let me tell you what I did last night was stupid and I promise I will never do that again. I love you with everything I have and I always will. But if I hurt you too much just tell me and I'll back off."

I can't think straight when he looks at me like that, his big brown doe eyes staring at me with all the love a person could ever hold. I look around the apartment one last time, out the big window to our right, and finally back at Eddie.

"Alright."

"What? Alright? Like you'll live here with me?!" His smile has returned, eyes finally letting the tears fall.

"Yes, Eddie. I'll move in here with you," He picks me up off my feet in a giant bear hug, spinning us in place as he yells in excitement, "On one condition."

He puts me down, hands still around my waist, not letting me move any further away, "Anything. Just name it."

"No more selling. You focus on school and I'll focus on the bills."

"Baby I can't-"

"This won't be for forever Eds. Just until you graduate then we can both pay the bills, just please promise me that?"

"Yes ma'am." He smiles and pulls me into a searing kiss. One that feels like we haven't kissed in years, and won't ever get the chance again. The kiss makes me weak in the knees and I can feel the wetness growing in my pants.

Eddie groans into the kiss before pulling away, "I gotta stop kissing you or else we'll be ruining this place before we even move in."

"And what's so bad about that? It seems like it needs a good cristining don't you?"

"Babe," Eddie's eyes grow wide and look to the side of us, where the floor length windows stand, uncovered, "We can't. What if people see us?"

I walk over to the window and look out onto the street. It's a quiet day, only a few people walking around. "So what? They'd all get to know that you're mine and I'm yours. Forever."

I can feel Eddie's chest on my back as he presses against me, his boner growing slowly, "My naughty girl," His hands go to my hips but before they can travel anywhere I turn around and pin them to his sides.

"That's ma'am to you. Got it?" I don't know where this confidence came from but I’m enjoying it. And so is Eddie, he nods his head vigirously, "Sorry I can't hear you."

"Yes ma'am."

"That's my god boy," Eddie's eyes close at the nickname, his body shivering, "You like that don't you? You like being called my good boy?"

"Mhmm. Yes ma'am."

I stand on my tiptoes to reach Eddie's ear and whisper, "Then get on your knees and show me just how good of a boy you are."

Before I can even blink Eddie is on his knees in front of me, unbuckling my jeans and pulling them down to my ankles. The sight of the wet patch on my panties has me in pieces, slowly losing all composure.

He looks up to me as he hooks his fingers into the waistline of my underwear, "May I?" I nod and he pulls them down, the slick from me making them stick to my folds. He groans and starts kissing up my thighs, towards the place I need him most. His kisses are featherlight, slowly making me dizzy, I wish he would go faster.

"Eddie," I sigh as he finally plants a kiss to my clit, so soft it's almost missed. Once he gets a taste of me he dives right in, licking a stripe up my folds to collect the juices. He moans at the taste, licking me like a dog starved.

I unravel above him, my knees becoming weak and numb. The way he eats me out is heavenly and I’ve never wanted a thing to stop less than right now. Moans and sighs are falling past my lips with each lick and suck of Eddie's mouth. I begin to feel that wonderfully familiar knot tightening and begin tightening around Eddie's tongue. He feels it and moves his ministrations up to my clit and shoves two fingers into my entrance.

"Fuck!" I keel over on top of Eddie, one hand braced on his head and the other on his shoulder, "Just like that. I'm so close Ed." Eddie picks up speed and bends his fingers to reach that spongey spot inside with every thrust of his fingers.

"Come on baby. Cum for me, let me taste you. I missed the way you taste so much. Please come for me, please."

His words send me over the edge, white lights blinding me as the string finally snaps and I’m cumming all over Eddie's face and fingers. He doesn't stop his movements, he pulls me through my orgasm, spewing words of affection and love the entire time. Once he notices that I’m starting to slow down he releases his mouth from me and removes his fingers, eliciting a whine from my lips.

"Thank you, thank you so much," Eddie slowly stands, holding me as my leg strength still haven't come back.

"That's my good boy," I pull him in for a kiss, tasting myself on him. He pushes into me making his erection rub against my exposed thigh. His eyes squeeze shut at the feeling.

"Can I fuck you now?" His eyes are pleading and full of lust.

"Take me home first, Eddie," I look into his eyes and feel nothing but love for this man. The way he treats me with so must love and attention makes me want ot hold on nad never let go, no matter what happens to us.

"We are home sweetheart. This is home now."

"I know. I just love the sound of it," I pull Eddie in for another kiss, this one sweet and gentle. Nothing like the ones from before, only love and adderation fills this, as I try to show him how much I feel for him.

I’m so caught up in the kiss that I don't even notice Eddie dip down quickly and place his hands on my thighs, but before I can question he lifts me up. I instinctivly wrap my legs around his hips and circle his neck with my arms.

"Eddie!" I squeal from my upward position.

"What? I wanna take you to the bedroom, it's got a walk-in closet," He smirks at that last little detail before walking down the hall toward the rest of the apartment.

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Pulleyverse MCs and How They Sleep At Night

In honor of the fact that I completely conked out after work and just woke up like 20 minutes ago at 2 am :^))))

Thaniel: he has no sense of personal space in his sleep. Just full on fuckin starfish. Mori absolutely does not mind bc Human Weighted Blanket but it takes so much fucking force to make him stay on his own side when need be. He will always apologize but there is not a force on earth that can prevent him from doing it.

Mori: he's definitely a sleep talker, but the kind of sleep talker who only says some buckwild phrase/sentence once and stops until like 45 minutes later. And since he can see into the future it's even fucking weirder bc it's stuff no one has heard of yet. I just picture him in the middle of the night saying modern shit like "wacka flocka flame" out of nowhere and scaring the shit out of everyone around him.

Merrick: SNORES. This man snores so loud I know it in my bones. Growing up Charles invested in a really nice set of earplugs because he could hear his fucking snores through the walls, and even created a will at the ripe age of twelve just so he could leave those earplugs to Merrick's future spouse so they don't have to endure it as well. It is LOUD. Poor Raphael thought there was an earthquake the first time he had to sleep in the same vicinity as him and has not recovered since.

Raphael: idk why but I feel like he sometimes just sleeps with his eyes open. He has them open when he like freezes and stuff so when he goes to sleep his brain kind of interprets it the same and his eyes just end up being open. Either that or he just ends up falling asleep in really weird positions that cannot possibly be comfortable, and gets really confused in the morning when his back hurts.

Joe: he has really vivid dreams. Not just about his memories and past lives and stuff, but he once was so fully convinced that a horse was walking around on the deck of the ship because he could remember seeing one in his dream, it took like five different people on the night rotation to convince him otherwise. And even then he wasn't 100% convinced.

Missouri: no matter what size bed he's sleeping on, he always sleeps stock still like he's in a small ass twin bed. I'm talking stiff as a board, not moving an inch just in case he manages to fall off of like a queen sized bed even when he's in absolutely no danger of falling off. He also seems like the kind of person who can fall asleep standing up for some reason.

Valery: fuckin blanket stealer. Shenkov literally bought himself a second comforter because he was tired of freezing his ass off at night, and still without fail he will end up without a blanket come the morning. He also seems like the kind of person who needs to have some kind of contact with the person they're sleeping next to, and if they move he wakes up immediately and is very much worried that they now suddenly hate him. He just wants to be Cozy your honor :(

Shenkov: he's such a light sleeper that even car headlights shining through the window will wake him up, so he HOARDS melatonin and other sleeping agents like it's gold. In modern times he would have like blackout curtains, white noise machines, sleep masks, the fucking works, as well as a very elaborate bedtime routine that he sticks to religiously to make sure he can sleep for as long as possible.

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Flint: he always has to read something to fall asleep. If he doesn't have something to focus on before he falls asleep he will not be able to do it bc his brain just wanders too much. Conversely, he cannot read in the daytime because it will put him to sleep no matter how interested he is in the book.

January (I'm calling my shot with this one, we'll see if I'm right or not): he seems like the kind of person who needs to wear headphones to sleep properly, but he doesn't play any kind of soothing music; on the contrary, it's very dramatic and loud music that he gets very focused on, and that's what helps him sleep.

Gale (again, calling my shot): I feel like they have such a specific and densely layered white noise setting that just puts them to sleep immediately, but if it changes even fractionally they will not be able to sleep at all. Like if one of the twelve different white noise layers gets lowered by >1% they bolt straight up in bed.

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Part 6 - Practice makes perfect

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Part 5 -- Part 7

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x OFC (Elena)

Summary: Sherlock and Elena have their regular Saturday rehearsal, after their non-regular Friday... Study session... Is it going to be awkward? It's Sherlock, so yeah, probably.

Warnings: NONE! (Can you believe it? I sure can't!). There are some mentions of boners and we have 2 very much ND-coded individuals being awkward... And some angsty things.

Word count: 2.1k (It's a short one, too?...)

A/N: So this isn't smut and it's also not long. I don't know who I am anymore. Anyway, enjoy Awkward Sherlock <3

@peaches1958 I promised to let you know when this was up!

The doorbell rang at 12.30 sharp, as was the case every Saturday - Sherlock loathed tardiness, a fact Elena was well aware of, and it was a convenient coincidence that she was not generally inclined to be late, either. Normally, the door would open within seconds, and it would always be Sherlock on the opposite side of it. Today, however, Elena had to ring the bell a second time. 

“Hello? Elena?” The young man who opened the door was not familiar to her, but he seemed to know who she was. Granted, it would be reasonable to assume that she was the only violin-carrying redhead who routinely showed up on their doorstep on Saturdays at 12.30 - if there had been any others, she surely would have seen them there. Elena nodded in response to the question and stepped inside once the stranger in front of her took a step to the side to let her pass. 

“I’m Napoleon,” the stranger introduced himself, reaching out a hand, “nice to meet you. I think Sherlock is still upstairs.”

“Nice to meet you, too. I’ll be on my way up, then.” She said nervously as she shook her coat off her shoulders and put it on the overflowing coat rack. 

“Alright, I trust you know the way by now.” And with that, Napoleon disappeared through the nearest door. 

“Sherlock?” She had knocked on the door four times and tried his cellphone twice before she finally decided she’d had enough of these shenanigans and opened the door. Before she ascended the stairs, however, she decided it would be in everyone’s best interest if she called up to make sure she wasn’t disturbing anything. When no answer came, she made her way upstairs and into the room. She found Sherlock on his bed, with his headphones on, violin laying on his chest, eyes closed - it almost looked as if he were asleep. Elena stood at the top of the stairs for a moment before taking a few careful steps towards his desk, where she pressed pause on the music that was playing. His eyes flew open as soon as the music stopped, and he shot up, remembering just in time where he had put his violin. It was no cheap feat to have to replace one, or so Elena had found out a few summers prior. She was still paying her parents back for the portion that they had agreed was her responsibility. 

“Is it twelve thirty already?” Sherlock asked, slightly dazed, as though he had genuinely just been asleep. 

“By now I reckon it’s twelve thirty five,” Elena chuckled as she looked at the horrified look on his face. 

“I am so incredibly sorry,” he said as he got up, placing his violin on the stand where it belonged. She laid her violin case down on the desk, as she usually did. Now that both of them had their hands free, they realized all of a sudden that they had absolutely no idea what to do with them. After last night, both of them had their own reasons to be afraid; Sherlock because he had no idea how to proceed, and Elena because she wasn’t quite used to the way things had ended. Sherlock had rejected her attempt to take things further, and though she genuinely believed that he shared her affections, she wondered how to proceed in this particular case. She was well aware that Sherlock was not big on talking about emotions - even if he was able to articulate them - and she didn’t want to make things needlessly complicated with unnecessary talk of feelings and the like. So they stood there; Sherlock folded his arms across his chest and Elena grabbed one of her upper arms and they stood there in silence with growing uncomfortable tension between them until they finally - simultaneously - suggested they practice. And so they did. 

Practice went horribly. There was no other word for it. It was a good thing that this was not an orchestra rehearsal, because both of them suspected they would have been asked to leave. It started when Elena nearly whacked Sherlock in the head with her bow, and ended when Sherlock nearly dropped his violin during a part that he would normally have been able to play flawlessly in his sleep during an earthquake. To top it all off, Sherlock received a text from Geralt: “Maybe call it a day?” He could just about see the dirty smirk on the man’s face as he read it, and made a mental note to murder him later.

“Maybe we should stop,” Elena said. Her voice was accompanied by a sigh of exasperation. “I don’t think a few hours of practice warrant the murder of a very expensive violin.”

“I think you’re right,” was all Sherlock could say in reply. He felt utterly helpless. His playing had been called virtuose - by people other than his parents, thank you very much - yet today he wouldn’t have made it through ‘Mary had a little lamb’ without making a mistake. If he was incapable of doing something he was normally so incredible at, how on earth would he do anything else? Elena was packing her things and Sherlock’s breath faltered at the thought of her leaving. 

“Don’t go,” he whispered, making Elena turn around. On her face lay a sweet smile, and with a few steps she closed the distance between them and took his violin from his hands and put them down carefully in their normal place, only to take his hands in hers and look up at him. 

“I wasn’t leaving, Sherlock,” she chuckled while raising herself up on her toes. Sherlock leaned into her movement a little enthusiastically, causing their mouths to crash together unromantically and - in all honesty - quite painfully. It was the final straw for both of them; Elena couldn’t stifle a short burst of hysterical laughter, while Sherlock let out a frustrated scream. It fueled Elena’s laughing fit, causing the disgruntlement within Sherlock to grow until he finally snapped at her. 

“Stop making me feel like more of an idiot, would you?” 

“Oh, Sherlock,” Elena said while reaching out to touch his arm. He pulled away from her, turned around even, so he wouldn’t have to look at her. 

“Don’t… I don’t want this,” he finally said. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I fancy you. But I don’t believe I enjoy feeling that way.” Sherlock took a deep breath before resuming his story: “All of this interferes with my thinking. And yesterday was very pleasant, and very… easy. But today, right now, nothing is easy. In fact, everything is decidedly uneasy, and it makes me feel…”

“Uneasy?”

“Elena, please! I’m serious. This is incredibly difficult for me to talk about, please don’t make it worse with silly commentary.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. The expression on her face told him she meant it. She took a few more steps so that she was standing right in front of him. Her arms snaked around his waist and she pulled herself flush against his body, resting her head on his chest. After a while, he rested his hands on her hips and his chin on her head. 

“Does this feel uneasy?” She asked softly as she stroked his back gently with the tips of her fingers. 

“No,” Sherlock sighed. 

“Then perhaps this is the perfect place to start,” she concluded. He didn’t object, in fact he considered any idea that involved holding her a splendid one. 

Oddly enough, and perhaps more surprising to Sherlock himself than to anyone else, he was the one who broke their embrace. 

“What would a normal suggestion be, rather than standing around like this?” An awkward smile adorned his face and his cheeks were slightly red. 

“Watching a movie,” Elena chuckled. Sherlock shrugged and looked at her questioningly - Elena knew better than to wait for him to make the actual inquiry. 

“Bed or couch?” She asked bluntly, already taking a step towards the couch without awaiting his answer. She was surprised when he grabbed her arm and pulled her in the other direction. 

Even more surprising were the words that spilled from his lips completely unexpectedly: “The couch isn’t that comfortable.” Was she imagining things or was the remark genuinely dripping with insinuations of questionable propriety? The chaste kiss he planted on her lips suggested the former, much to her dismay. 

After rearranging furniture and books to set up Elena’s laptop at the right height, they let themselves fall onto the bed. It took a while for them to find a comfortable position, but when they finally did, something didn’t feel quite right. While Elena relished the feeling of Sherlock’s large, firm and warm body behind her, his strong arms wrapped around her waist and soft lips in her hair, she couldn’t help but wonder whether his lack of advances meant he wasn’t as fond of her as she had come to believe. Sherlock, on the other hand, had to focus all his energy into not squeezing her uncomfortably close, and then some to control his thoughts - which were steadily barreling towards entirely inappropriate scenarios - and the corresponding biological reactions. The poor guy yearned so much to close every micron of space between their bodies that he could barely focus on the movie. After a while, she sensed his anxiety along with the unmistakable hardness that pressed against the small of her back, and through some exquisite bout of mental gymnastics mistook it for further rejection. Now, someone had to make the decision to talk about this situation before it cost them not only a potential relationship, but a very good friendship to boot, and Elena was fairly sure that the person to make that decision wouldn’t be Sherlock in a million years. Which logically meant she would have to. 

“Could we talk?” She whispered softly as she turned around in his arms so that she was facing him. It would have been far easier to have this conversation with her back against his chest, but she was fairly certain she’d let both him and herself get away with too much vagueness and non-answers for this little talk to be productive.

“Is that strictly necessary?” Sherlock had never been one for small talk - a fact that was widely known among those familiar with him. Then there was any talk other than small talk, which wasn’t quite his cup of tea, either. In fact, it would be neither inappropriate nor inaccurate to suggest that Sherlock shied away from any kind of talk as best he could.

“I’m afraid so…” It was immediately obvious that Elena wouldn’t let him get away with his usual evasive attitude towards intimate conversation. Sherlock figured it would be easier to just give in to her demand, still fully denying the necessity of this conversation.

“What is the matter?” Sherlock sighed. 

“Last night… You rejected me.” She decided to not yet bring up her feelings regarding the fact that she had just spent half an hour with a hard-on pressing against her, yet he hadn’t made a pass at her, or even so much as attempted to kiss her again. 

“I have a very different take on the matter.” Sherlock sounded as stoic as ever, but the apples of his cheeks colored red, revealing his discomfort and anxiety. Elena, however, was surprised by the answer. 

“You do?”

“Elena, yesterday was very intimate and very pleasant,” the red of his blush deepened as his thoughts shifted back to the previous night, which did absolutely nothing to help his situation, but he couldn’t help himself , “but ultimately it was also a very new experience for me. If you think I had no desire to go beyond where we did, you are mistaken; that wasn’t the case at all.” He deliberated for a second whether to expand on that statement by telling her how much her presence in and of itself aroused him before deciding that she was probably experienced enough to deduce that from his current state, which had no doubt caught her attention. There really was no need to embarrass himself any further, he reasoned, and so he continued: “All of this is just quite a lot to process, and I have to take this a bit slower than you may be used to.” Had he just inadvertently called her easy? “Not that I’m trying to insinuate that…” He scrambled for words to the point where he was almost stuttering when he uttered that sentence. Elena, much to his relief, chuckled. 

“You’re not insinuating anything, continue.”

“What I am trying to say is that I didn’t intend to say ‘no’ to you, I merely meant to say ‘later’,” he cleared his throat as he searched for words to continue. “I completely understand if this changes things for you. I am also fairly sure that I would find that very upsetting, because I truly am very fond of you. But I could imagine you wouldn’t want to wait around for me to get to where you are.”

“Don’t you underestimate my patience, Sherlock Holmes.” She laughed as she pressed her lips to his. “Or my leadership skills.”

-> Part 7

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Ashes, Ashes 6: Not Okay, Actually

(for Angstpril, Day 16: "You Have to Let Me Go")

cw: lab whump, knife whump, death mention

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January 7th, 20XX, 6:45PM

Subject: Adult Male Dragon (polymorphed: humanoid form)

Researcher: Eimaan Khanh

Subject transferred to table; restrained.

Presents no physical reaction to Firebreak (heretoafter referred to as 'FB'), when placed, without wounding, against the left thigh, upper and lower torso, and throat.

Following approx. fifteen minutes of skin contact with no change, a small cut (approx. 1.5" in length) was made in subject's left thigh with FB. Reaction near-instantaneous, bubbling and discoloration at the site akin to an acid or chemical burn and spreading approx. 2" beyond the cut on all sides.

Healing factor still enabled, but noticeably slower; muscle fibers don't begin visibly reconnecting until 3 min 49 seconds. Five minutes after cut is made, burned area recedes by 0.23".

Process repeated on a larger scale; cuts of approx. 3" made on left calf, lower left abdomen, lower left ribcage, left forearm, and parallel to left clavicle. Results scalable to first cut.

Subject distressed.

(Note: healing factor seems to slow further when multiple wounds are made in quick succession. Second and third cuts did not visibly begin to close until approx 5 min after they were made, and fourth, fifth, and sixth cuts were halted until approx 7.5 min.)

Following this, FB will be studied to determine exact properties, and more attempts will be made to slow healing factor by applying multiple wounds.

Subject returned to resting place; restrained.

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The cries coming from the basement were muffled, but Nyra put on headphones anyway, to fully drown out the sound while she waited. Eimaan had told her to 'sneak' downstairs and talk to Rhys once she was done with today's experiment, and she hadn't figured out what she was going to say.

By the time her sister came to get her, she was still drawing a blank.

Nyra crept down the stairs, trying to mimic the quiet caution she'd shown two nights ago. Ei had cleaned up her lab, but the faint smell of blood still lingered under the sharper odor of disinfectant. Rhys wasn't strapped to the table anymore, but Eimaan had already warned her about that. A quick scan of the area and Nyra found him, curled up on the far side of the room, arms locked in place behind his back, legs tucked up to his chest.

She wondered if he was cold. Even if he was, she couldn't do much to help him. Her sisters would want to err on the side of caution and not give him anything he might be able to use against them, even something as simple as a blanket.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she noticed the cuts running up and down the side of his body that wasn't in contact with the ground. Already healing, but she could tell they'd been nasty.

"Hi," she began as she crossed the room.

Rhys took a moment to respond, his breathing shifting like he was trying to compose himself. "Gun girl," he said at last, raising his head and fixing golden eyes on her.

"...Nyra," she corrected gently.

Rhys struggled to a seated position with a grunt. "Didn't think you'd be coming back, Nyra. Did you miss me?"

"No, I…" Shoot, what should she say? What was the best way to draw him in? "I just wanted to see if you were okay."

He snorted. "Oh I'm great. Nothing like having a psychopath cut you up before bed."

"She's not a psychopath," Nyra said, unable to hold back a scowl.

"Could've fooled me."

She shrugged, turning away. "If you're well enough to insult my sister, I can't find a reason to worry—"

"Wait."

Nyra hid her smile as she glanced back over her shoulder. "What?"

"I'm…" his shoulders slumped. "I'm not okay, actually."

Interesting turn. Eimaan had guessed he'd try using pity against her now that his threats had been proven hollow. Nyra turned back around, waiting for him to continue.

Rhys scoffed. "What? That wasn't obvious? I've been kidnapped. I'm being held here against my will, and I'm being tortured to satisfy human curiosity."

There was that word again. Nyra buried her unease. "It's not—"

"Yeah, you've already said. It's 'research'. Doesn't make a difference to me." He shrugged. "You and your stab-happy sister were right. I can't break out. I can't turn into a dragon, and I can't breathe fire. I'm useless."

It could've been a trick of the light, but she swore she saw the shine of tears in his eyes. He blinked it away before she could be certain.

"I want you to tell me something, Nyra."

"Yeah?"

He met her eyes. At the surface level, his expression was neutral, but there was something deeper there; a thinly veiled desperation. 

For all I know, it's a practiced one. He could still be playing at manipulation.

"What happens when your sister's done with her research? What happens to me?"

"I…" She didn't know. She wasn't sure if even Eimaan had planned that far ahead. What would they do? Letting him go was too big of a risk. Even if he was powerless, that wouldn't stop him from seeking revenge in other ways. Handing him off to a Guild was an option, but that seemed far too cruel. Who knew what those hunters would do? And while rehab programs existed, those were geared towards newly-made vampires and werebeasts. A dragon would have no place there.

Did that mean… were they going to kill him when this was all over?

"Please," Rhys said when she didn't answer. "I can comply with the experiments. I'll be a model prisoner. Just please tell me you'll let me go. When it's over."

Nyra hadn't anticipated that, either. Offering to go along with Ei's plan? Maybe the desperation wasn't being faked.

"What happens if we do?"

"I leave you alone forever."

As much as she wanted to believe that, she couldn't. The last dragon attack had been two decades ago and it had destroyed an entire town, burning it to the ground and taking its occupants with it. If setting Rhys free meant even the smallest chance of that happening again, the Khanhs couldn't allow it.

But Nyra didn't say that. Instead, she said, "I'll see what I can do."

And she left, without another glance back.

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@kira-the-whump-enthusiast @hold-back-on-the-comfort

[purplelalaland]

“Oh thank god you decided to come out!” Changbin says the moment he sees you walk into the kitchen.

He is by himself, sitting on the table with is laptop in front of him and a relieved look on his face. Jisung is nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Han?” you ask as you take a sit in front of him.

“oh? ummm… he is in the studio, he has been locked in there for a long time now,” he says shaking his head. “these past few days I experienced what is like to live by myself, and it fucking sucks to be honest.”

“He hasn’t come out from the studio?” you don’t mean to sound as worried as you do, and when Changbin gives you an inquisitive look you pretend you are really interested in the slice of pizza you are eating.

“He has been working on something and didn’t want to stop; I was starting to go crazy from solitude.” he lets out a long breath, “but I’m glad everyone has finally decided to leave their lock down. He even ordered pizza!”

“oh, he did?” you whisper feeling a small pinch in your stomach.

“Are you alright?” Changbin asks looking at you and noticing your discomfort.

“Yeah, I just feel a bit tired,” you say putting the slice of pizza down and getting up.

“OMG y/n I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!”

“It’s alright, I’m alright, really!” you give him a smile you hope looks like reassuring before walking away.

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Just as Changbin said, Jisung is in the studio. His back is turned to you. He is working in the computer, headphones on and hands busy typing and pressing buttons.

He stops for a second and starts humming a melody while muttering some word.

“When you lose strength, I'll hold you…” you hear him say and see as he makes notes on the notebook resting right next to him. He hums the melody one more time before singing his next words, “Just lean on me, 'cause I won't let you go…”

You walk towards him and can’t stop the giggle that leaves your lips when he jumps scared the moment you touch his shoulder.

“What the hell?! Do you want to give me a heart attack woman?!!!” he says placing his hand over his chest and trying to recover his breathing.

“Well, you were too busy to hear me call your name,” you simply say as you walk around him trying to get a better look at what he was doing.

It seems like he was working on a song but the only thing you get to see before he closes his notebook is a title, just one word really “Cry”.

“What are you doing?” you ask looking at him suspiciously. He looks back at you with an unamused expression.

“Oh I was just tending my garden,” he says rolling his eyes. “What does it look like I was doing?”

“I don’t know? Writing in your diary? Completing a crossword puzzle? Composing another song for that person you so dearly love but you won’t tell me who they are?” you finish teasingly but something in his expression tells you you have hit the jackpot. “That’s it isn’t it?”

“No.” he hurries to say. “and now if you don’t mind, I still have to water my daisies, so…”

“Are you kicking me out?” you don’t mean to let his words offend you, but they do. “After you tried so hard to make me go out of my room you are kicking me out?”

“That’s not what I am doing!'' he rushes to say getting up from his chair.

''Then what is it?'' you ask crossing your arms, waiting for an answer he doesn't give you. ''Alright, I'll you leave you alone to work on your stupid song.''

You turn around, ready to make your way out and back to your room but he stops you. When you look back he looks back at you apologetically.

''I didn't mean to be an asshole,'' he says. ''and I know that is a lot coming from me, but I mean it. I just... I don't want you making fun of me.''

''What are you talking about?''

''Well, the song I am working on...'' he holds your look for a second before looking away, scratching the back of his neck while he point at the computer behind him.

''Yeah? What about it?''

''Well... it is.. it's just that... fuck...'' he shakes his head, unable to finish a sentence, he turns around, handing you the headphones he was wearing just a few minutes ago. You look at him, confused. ''Just don't make fun of me, okay?''

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—Waiting On You—

SKZ+reader - College SKZ smau: crack, angst, steamy, mature.

Chapter 30 part 2. Allow yourself to feel

Warnings: none

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a/n: I am not gonna lie. This last two parts took a tool on me just because I love Bang Chan so much but his and y/n’s feeling about each other needed to be sorted out and whatever tension there could be needed to be gone. Also, that little moment between Jisung and y/n… things will get interesting 👀

I hope you all liked it! And thank you for reading☺️

Disclaimer: This is my first time writing any type of smau so please let me know what you think and any suggestions you have! If you are interested in reading you will find the links of the chapters in the master list (they will be appearing as I drop them and will update at least once a week).

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[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Bravery Comes In Many Forms

Summary: Some new guy in the guild decides to pick a fight with Laxus in an attempt to win Reader from him. Gajeel gets in on the action when the guy decides to disrespect Reader.

TW/CW: Laxus Dreyar x Female!Reader. An unnamed new to the guild character is pretty rude and disrespectful. None that I can think of other than that.

Requested? Yes, a lovely Anon said, “Hey! if you don't mind can i get a Laxus x reader(preferably female but it can be gn) it can be anything angst, fluff, it really doesn't matter, THANKS SO MUCH”

Word Count: 1,300

A/N: So, I pulled a few prompts for this one bc I don’t really have any other ideas stored up lol, hope you don’t mind. I hope you enjoy the read! Love to all!

Prompts: “Where you from?” “Here and there.” “What do you do?” “This and that.” “You ever-” “Now and then.” “Boy you’re just full of information.”     Person A getting really annoyed with their tangled headphones and Person B just taking them off them and doing it for them.     “Do you need a hand?” “Does it look like I need your help?” “Do you really want me to answer that or would you like to maintain plausible deniability for later?” Dialogue prompts are bolded.

As I make my way into the Guild Hall, many of my new friends say hello or wave. I’m so happy that I’ve found Fairy Tail and was allowed to join. It’s only been a few weeks and I already feel at home. Everyone is so welcoming and kind and honestly, the rowdiest bunch of mages I’ve ever seen but that makes it fun and exciting.

I make my way over to the bar and take a seat on a stool next to a very handsome gentleman in a large coat with fur around the collar. I order a drink from Mira and then turn to him to strike up a friendly conversation, “Hey big guy, where you from?”

He gives me the side-eye before rolling his eyes, “Here and there.”

Sensing a challenge, I decide to play his game, “What do you do around here?”

“This and that,” comes another vague answer.

I’m determined to get more than just a short vague answer so I continue, “You ever-”

“Now and then,” he says before I can finish my question.

This draws a chuckle out of me, “Boy, you’re just full of information.” Mira drops off my drink and giggles at my comment before heading off to help another guild member.

He shrugs so I pull out my earbuds and decide to listen to music while I wait him out. Unfortunately, my earbuds are yet again tangled from being in my pocket. I’m thoroughly surprised I didn’t lose them on my last job. I huff as I struggle to get them untangled which draws the mysterious man’s attention toward me. He raises an eyebrow, “Do you need a hand?”

I tilt my head at him, “Oh now I get a full sentence,” I look back down at my earbuds and return to untangling them, “Does it look like I need your help?”

“Do you really want me to answer that or would you like to maintain plausible deniability for later?” he responds. I ignore him and continue my work but after a moment of my frustrated tugging at them, he gently pulls them from my hands, “You’re going to break them if you keep that up.” Seconds later, he has them completely untangled and neat. After handing them back to me he pulls out his own headphones and places them over his ears. I mumble a thanks and then put my earbuds in and press play on my music. Little did I know, I had just had my first interaction with Laxus Dreyar, one of the strongest members of the guild and Master Makarov’s grandson.

A few months pass by of small interactions with the lightning dragon slayer. During one of said interactions, I finally learn his name. He seemed shocked when I didn’t cower in fear. I’ve never be known to fear things that I probably should. Looking back, I wonder if that’s why he found an interest in me. I obviously respect him for the power that he holds but I never fear him.

One day, I'm sitting at one of the tables in the guild hall with my back turned to the table as I talk to Levy, with Gajeel at her side as always, about her most recent favorite book. Suddenly, someone takes a seat beside me, honestly too close for comfort. I scoot away from this newcomer, he had just joined the guild yesterday, in hope that he’ll get the hint and keep his distance. Before the guy can scoot closer, I hear and feel boots stomping on the table behind me before someone drops to sit on the table with their feet propped on the seat and their legs to either side of me.

Looking back, I find my best friend recently made boyfriend Laxus sitting there with a very pissed-off look on his face. However, he isn’t looking at me. He’s looking at the mage sitting beside me who has now squared up and seems rather annoyed. The annoyance is clear in his tone when he speaks up, “Hey pal, can’t you see I’m trying to make a move here. Back the fuck off.”

Now, even Levy and Gajeel are pissed at this man’s audacity. Gajeel looks like he’s about to iron club this guy into the next century. Levy seems to be barely holding him back. That being said, Laxus doesn’t need their help. He leans forward and throws his arm around my shoulders, “Moves have already been made here. Leave.”

“How about I fight you for her?” the, I have to say it, idiot challenges.

“Lax-,” I mumble placing a hand on his arm around my shoulders in hopes of halting him, “He doesn’t know what he’s getting into. He just joined yesterday.”

“You’re kidding me right?” Laxus grumbles, “You just joined yesterday and you’re already hitting up every woman you come across? I just saw you trying to hit on Cana and Mira said you hit on her this morning.”

The newbie shrugs, “What’s the point in joining a powerful guild if I don’t at least try to get a girlfriend out of the deal. Now, are you going to fight me or not?”

Levy and I visibly tense up at his rudeness. I stand, shrugging off Laxus’s arm as I do, “How about you fight me instead?”

“Tch, like you could take me in a fight. Sit back down girly the big boys are talking,” he answers. Now Laxus stands and, with Gajeel close behind, moves to stand between me and the newbie. Levy jumps up to my side to pull me away toward the bar before we get caught in the crossfire.

From our new seats at the bar with Mira and Cana, we can hear Gajeel say, “You just joined and you’ve already gone and pissed off not one but two Dragon Slayers.”

Laxus chuckles, “I’m willing to bet that if Natsu hears there’s a fight he’ll join. He also doesn’t appreciate rude assholes who objectify women.”

“Good point. So, do you really want to fight three Dragon Slayers?” Gajeel asks the newbie.

In an attempt to make himself seem bigger and stronger, the newbie straightens up and holds his head high, “Bring it.”

For a moment, it seems like Laxus is contemplating something. I know he can take this guy down with a single lightning strike but as he nudges Gajeel and says, “You take the first move,” I can tell he’s decided to let his best friend join in on the fun.

“I wonder if this guy realizes that those two could easily take him down in a good old fistfight,” Cana mumbles before taking a sip of her keg.

Mira laughs, “That’s true. They could just shove the guy and he’d be down for the count.” Levy and I are silent as we watch out boyfriends practically bat this guy around like a couple of cats with a ball of yarn. It doesn’t take long for this guy to drop to his knees and forfeit. Thankfully ending the fight before Natsu gets wind of it. As Laxus and Gajeel make their way over to us, leaving the guy to wallow in his defeat, they both have huge grins on their faces.

Gajeel drops onto a stool beside Levy, “I don’t think that guy is gonna be picking any more fights around here for a while.”

Laxus scoffs as he takes a seat beside me, “Good, the idiot needed to be put in his place.” We all laugh and order a round of drinks. Even though I could’ve fought that guy myself, it feels good to have someone to protect me.

I place my chin on Laxus’s shoulder and whisper in his ear, “Thank you, Sparky.”

He kisses my forehead, “Anytime, babe.”

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[under-druck]

This clip was cool, I liked that they introduced ismail not in the group, as we have usually seen them, but off on their own.

With insight of themes this season about toxic friendships and previous hints from last season, I found it interesting how Constantin was introduced. As an abrupt and uncomfortable interruption in an otherwise quiet and calm moment.

He literally jolts Ismail. And I especially liked the little detail of Constantin pulling Ismail's headphone of of their ear.

You can already see how done Ismail is with him lmaoooo. They also humour Constantin's request for attention even though they clearly were enjoying some alone time (and some time to talk to Sascha apparently).

Another bit I found liked was how Constantin seems to be rather touchy. The shoulder clap, pulling out the headphone, and also with Finn and the others, he seems to like to touch them in some way. Someone else noted this in the group picture that funk released, but I wonder if it's an intentional aspect of the character to show how he sort of asserts himself in the friend group.

So we're getting some nice groundwork laid, I think, for how this friendship will go. Someone who demands attention in a way that tires Ismail (and everyone else) out. I think its worth noting that this kind of thing - exhausting someone by demanding their time while being inconsiderate of their individual wants, is not necessarily always "dump him and move on," we all know the idea of a redemption arc. Especially for white dudes in media, who just need to prove they are capable of a single human emotion and all is forgiven lmaooo.

But if they don't go that more cliche route, I think that would be a bold message that kids honestly need to hear. That sometimes it's ok to just cut someone out if they don't really respect you. However with Druck's past with tense relationships like this (Hannah and Leonie, Ava and Kieu My), I also wouldn't be surprised if they resolve this tension with honest conversation and real change for Constantin's character.

Either of these are very real and interesting ways that this story could go, and I think it just depends on what Druck wants to say. Do they want to encourage their (young) audience to communicate to their friends when someone is hurting them, and that people can change? Or do they want to show their audience what an unhealthy relationship looks like and how to remove yourself from friends that tear you down?

Second, I liked the last bit where the song Sascha sends puts Ismail back into a good mood (notably right after Constantin complains about the song), and Ismail and Kieu My share a knowing look.

So Ismail isn't completely isolated or unappreciated. There's at least someone who knows about their more personal (maybe even secret) life.

And lastly, the shot of Ismail lying in the moss. I was like YES muslim Ismail already and then they just didn't kvkfjrjehw but I hope to see some more discussion around their heritage sometime this season.

(Screenshot by @druckscreencaps )

[werewolf-witchboy]

Tokoyami Fumikage X Male Reader

Being A Witch Boy And Dating Tokoyami

WARNINGS: none uwu

Being a witch has nothing to do with your quirk, you just like practicing the dark arts and witchy things.

I'm not going to mention what your quirk is, so you can imagine that you have whatever quirk you want, or you can imagine yourself as someone without a quirk.

💀 Tokoyami had been fascinated with your hobby of witchcraft ever since he met you. He was most fascinated with the fact that your actual quirk has nothing to do with how your witchcraft works.

🕯 He had already thought you were cute before, and he had been in that time of his life where he was starting to question his sexuality a little- but after you showed him your witchy interests, he fell hard for you.

💀 He may be a dark and edgy birb boi, but he's also quite shy and awkward. He probably would have never confronted you about his crush if you hadn't told him your feelings for him first.

🕯 When y'all started dating, literally everyone was like "FINALLY!!" cuz it was super obvious that the two of you were meant for each other.

💀 When it comes to what type of witch you are, i'd say you're a witch of all traits.

-You love dark and spooky things, but you also love pastel colors and nature.

-Your room in the class 1A dorm is most likely full of plants, candels, a variety of antiques and trinkets, and shit that you can't buy at stores until it's around Halloween time.

🕯 Tokoyami likes to ask many questions about all of the different types of things you do, and he actually pays attention and is super interested. You'll even teach him some new things, and show him how to do them himself.

💀 You love Dark Shadow as much as you love Tokoyami himself. Though they're both very different in personality, you find them both charming and adorable (despite them both saying they're not "adorable," they're dark and spoopy lmao).

🕯 He also loves your animal familiar.

-Your familiar rarely comes out of your bedroom. Since you're dating Tokoyami, you allow him in your room (which means a lot more than he probably thinks it does, cuz spaces where witches do their magic and recharging are very sacred to them) so he gets to see your familiar quite often.

💀 It's rare for familiars to show affection to anyone that isn't their bonded witch, but your familiar absolutely loves Tokoyami.

-They'll hop onto his lap immediately as soon as he sits down in your room.

🕯 Both you and Tokoyami thrive in the darkness, so there are often times where you both hang around in your dimly lit room cuddled up together just talking all day (or even sometimes laying there in comfortable silence).

-You'll be in there together for so long that all of your friends will start questioning where you're both at, and not even realize that you're just in your room.

💀 He obviously likes you a whole lot, but he's super bad at saying it with words. He's just shy and bashful. BUT THEN DARK SHADOW EXPOSES HIM LMAO-

-You'll be standing there looking super cute, and Tokoyami will just stare at you and want to say something so badly. Then Dark Shadow appears and is all like "wOw yOu'Re sUpEr hOt" and Tokoyami just dies right there in the very spot he's standing cuz he can't believe that just happened.

🕯 That's another thing- Tokoyami stares at you a LOT. He even did it before y'all started dating, but now he doesn't even try to hide it.

-You barely noticed at first, but once you started noticing how often you catch him staring at you, you can't help but tease him a little.

-You'll stare at him back, directly in the eyes, and he'll get super flustered and embarrassed.

-Then to calm him down and make him feel less embarrassed, you'll giggle at his flustered-ness and give him a lil beak kiss...which just makes him even more flustered.

💀 He's definitely the type who wants to be a total romantic, and speak all poem-like to you, and shower you with praises, ect. BUT he gets so flustered when it comes to affection, and second-guesses himself when it comes to his ideas of showing affection.

-He's scared of coming off too strong, or seeming to clingy, or even not doing enough, so he never really gets the chance to act out any of how he wants to show affection- and to top it all off he can't help but be absolutely smitten every time you give him affection of any sort, and he'll not know how to react to it.

🕯 You never call him out on his shyness or how he reacts to your affection, you're not offended with any way he reacts to you. You think it's super cute how innocent he seems when it comes to all of this, and of course you encourage any time he gets a little bit of confidence to hold your hand or compliment you (without the help of Dark Shadow lol).

💀 His feathers get all ruffled when he's flustered, and OMFG it's too cute. 🥺😭

🕯 Something that he loves so much is when you borrow his clothes. Because for him, it's kind of a way to show affection towards you without being super direct about it.

-So him being like "you're cold? here, wear my sweatshirt" translates to "TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME, KEEP IT FOREVER, I LOVE YOU FJSKDJFHR-"

💀 Don't come @ me- Tokoyami listens to death metal, but he'd totally vibe with something like kpop if you introduced him to it.

-He's definitely a Loona stan.

🕯 Highkey though, now that I think of it- he probably also listens to Joji and Billie Eilish.

-Like, really moody sad boi hours indie music.

-He'd have Will He playing in his headphones, and he'd be all edgy and in his feelings, but he'd also be doing something like baking cookies at the same time lmfao.

-He'd have a playlist named "songs to cry to," but he'd be listening to it while knitting sweaters for puppies or something.

💀 No, you didn't ask me what kind of music that I think Tokoyami listens to, but you got it anyway. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

🕯 If he's at a store, and sees something kinda spooky looking that makes him think of you, he'd quickly get it and think all day of giving it to you, and he'd want to watch you add it to your collection of lil trinkets and antiques.

-....But he'd chicken out so hard I stg.

-This poor baby would rehearse how he'd give it to you in his head over and over again, and then when the time comes to give it to you, he'd get suddenly so tongue-tied and worried if you'd actually like it or not.

-But, of course, you love whatever he gets you every time. Your always super surprised when he gets you something, cuz it's not your birthday or any special day, and you never expect gifts from people.

-Every time you accept a gift from him, you always want to squeal, tackle him, and shower him with kisses- but you resist doing so with all of your being, cuz you know he'd malfunction.

-Instead you very profoundly thank him many times, and give him one especially loving kiss.

-Seeing your extra surprised and happy reaction always relieves him so much, and it makes him want to do it all over again and gift you a whole shop full of trinkets. His lack of hundreds of dollars is the only thing that stops him.

💀 You're the type of person who wears a lot of black, and scatters bright colors here and there within your look. Your style ranges from goth to pastel e-boy.

🕯 You don't like to change other people's styles or tell other people what to wear, but every once in a while, Tokoyami expresses an interest in dressing like you- which you go NUTS over.

-You'll let him borrow your pastel sweaters, and he'll let you put bright colored hairclips in his feathers.

-He now even owns some pastel colored clothing of his own, that you either gifted him or he secretly bought himself at some point.

💀 He used to be shy about changing up his style every once in a while at first. Whenever you'd take pictures of him wearing bright clothes, he'd softly ask you not to show them to any of the others.

-Eventually he became confident enough to go out in public those rare days he'd wear bright colors, and everyone is always super supportive of the different style.

🕯 He had never been in a relationship with another guy before he started dating you.

-He started questioning his sexuality around the time he started high school, but it was never a priority at first because he was more focused on working hard to get into U.A. and thinking about his future being a hero.

-aNd tHeN hE mEt yOu, and now we're here lol.

-ANYWAYS, y'all go to pride parades together.

-Something he isn't shy about is his sexuality, cuz as soon as he realized how he felt about you, he was all in and that was that.

-Y'all go all out for parades with face and body paint, and shirts with your flags on them, and even sometimes bringing signs and flags to hold up and wave around.

-Some of your friends will come with the two of you, whether they're there because they're also lgbtq+ or just because they support it.

-It's the most social the two of you are the entire year, cuz your both introverted lil emos that don't really talk to many people outside of class 1A.

💀 So yeah- I think Tokoyami is highly underrated and I'm extremely soft for him. He's an emo birb boi, what is not to love.

-I believe in emo birb boi supremacy.

-Rise all Tokoyami stans, we shall take over the entire anime world someday.

[beelovesnct]

𝟖𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞: 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 [𝐞𝐩. 𝟏]

— snippets of Aiko in episode 1 of 8lace: Chillin in the Dream

The moment Aiko entered the premises of the house, she went straight to the second floor. She paid to mind Haechan who was continuously screaming, "Aiko!", attempting to get the girl to play with them.

Aiko was then seen to plant face-first into one of the sofas within the second floor, rolling around and fishing out her switch to start playing.

A few minutes later and the boys came together on the second floor, trying out everything that the house currently offered—from the tambourines to the karaoke machine, and etc.

Jaemin, sharing the same characteristics as Aiko (quiet and a homebody), simply sat beside her and rested his own head by her shoulders.

As they settled down, Haechan also opted to sit next to the Neko-member, poking her cheek to get her attention, "Oi. Stop playing for a moment, we have to decide rooms."

Aiko glanced at him for a second before nodding, turning her device off, and placing it back on her bag.

Haechan then began to take the lead with hosting.

Aiko had an unimpressed expression as Haechan won the rock-paper-scissors game.

"I want to put either Aiko or Jeno in the dog, slash cat house." Haechan challenged, looking at the Neko-member for any type of reaction (He high-key wanted her to beg him not to).

But to his and the other members' surprise, Aiko shrugged her shoulders, "Kol. (Okay)."

"What you really want to?" Both Jeno and Haechan exclaimed (Jeno was already willing to sleep in the dog bed after hearing that Haechan was thinking about putting Aiko there).

"It gives me privacy, I get to have a small room for myself."

"Ah, right. Then, you sleep in the single bed by the window."

Aiko grunted, knowing that she really won't get what she wanted when it was Lee Haechan that she was talking to.

"Ah, that's good! So the sunlight will wake her up right away," Renjun commented, amused at the member's decision.

"Who's bag is this?" Haechan started, sniffing the large saddle backpack.

"Wah, this smells like strawberries and old papers," He seemed amazed.

"Ah, that must be Aiko's then." Renjun chided in, taking the bag from Haechan's hold to start inspecting the insides.

"Wah, it's so organized."

"Aiko hates messes so..." Jaemin quietly commented, earning a subtle smile from Aiko just beside him.

Renjun plucked out item after item: The infamous holy trinity that is Aiko's gadgets (phone, iPad, and switch), her hygiene products (which were mostly face wash and masks), extra battery, some snacks (they rejoiced), wallet (Mark succeeded in the dibs), and AirPods.

The other three interesting things they found (and that they wanted to talk about) were an extension cord, her glasses, and cat-like headphones.

"Yah, Yu Aiko never fails to disappoint. Good job, my daughter." Chenle commented about the cords, reaching out to pet Aiko's head.

"You didn't get Lasik?" Mark then asked about her glasses, to which Aiko answered with a shake of her head, "I don't want to."

Then almost all the dreamies let out a hoot when they found the cat headphones.

"Wah, this is adorable. I didn't think you'd be into this Aiko." Haechan teased, making Aiko grunt in response.

"A fan gave that to me, and I also thought it was cute," She shrugged.

"Wear it." Mark challenged, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"No." "Come on," "No." "Just this once," "I said no." "Just this once, just this once, just this once, just this once—" "Fine!"

The dreamies, while silently gazing amusingly at the duo let out an excited shriek with Mark, the moment Aiko relented.

"There," She wore the headphones, "Happy?"

Immediately, there were choruses of, "CUTE" "OH MY GOD," and one "NEVER TAKE THAT OFF," from Haechan.

But Aiko did just a second later.

[AN] Hello! I'm jumping from one reality show to another, and I hope that's okay! ><

[your-brilliant-lady-m]

Part 1 - Basic Concepts of Miraculous Ladybug: Miraculous Jewels

Alright! I promised you meta and now I deliver!

I feel like people mostly watch Miraculous for the romance these days. Shipping is all everyone cares about. I wonder why? Probably because writers themselves don't take their worldbuilding very seriously and because they don't put much effort into making the audience care about something other than Love Square, like the mythology behind the Miraculous, or motivations of the main villain, or some pretty heavy topics for a kid's show that they bring up and then refuse to touch again. You know, all the good things. And this is coming from someone who is a passionate multishipper. I have lived through several shipping wars in different fandoms and came out victorious after all.

I am probably the only person out there who cares about the big picture, the overall storyline and the worldbuilding of Miraculous in addition to all details and implications that could develop into fascinating plotlines relevant to the main story. It is a rather lonely fandom experience, I must confess. But, hey? Who cares? I am here to have fun and bring to the table discussions no one wants to have.

So, let's talk about the basics.

If you, as the writing team, are capable of keeping only 1 thing consistent, then please, I beg you, let it be the basic concepts of your universe. Because in this case, one has to actively put effort into writing characters and conflict resolutions badly. And also because nothing can save bad worldbuilding.

I don't have high worldbuilding standards for Miraculous. They certainly aren't as high as the ones I had for Legend of Korra (which was a badly written trainwreck, that ATLA doesn't deserve as a sequel) or the ones I currently have for Dragon Prince. Therefore I won't be too harsh in my criticisms. Granted, I think that Miraculous has better worldbuilding and lore consistency than Winx Club for example (I haven't seen the reboot yet, so writers might have fixed their worldbuilding at least a little bit). Even though I enjoyed Winx when I was younger and some elements of this story still attract me.

Both serialised and episodic shows as well as movies to the lesser extent must have some flexibility in worldbuilding and plot because you can never be 100% sure where your story is going. Maybe, you'll get money for more seasons, maybe not. However, you must never lose sight of your basic concepts. They have to stay the same no matter what, because rewriting lore and retconning major developments every new season is not and never will be called good writing.

Forgive me for using architectural metaphors, but you need a solid foundation to build any kind of structure. Otherwise, everything falls apart.

I like to apply this logic to writing as well. When designing a world where your story takes place, you must lay a few ground rules. It's especially important if you have a magic system. What kind of ideas absolutely must exist? What kind of conclusion do you want your story to have? Does your magic system has limitations? Where is the grey area? Could you introduce new elements later on?

And I feel like the writing team of Miraculous Ladybug did not ask these questions. This may feel like I am nit-picking canon material and looking for problems that simply aren't there, but I promise that I am not. You see, things that I am about to point out only seem small at first glance. But these details are actually the source of the largest plotholes in the series. And their presence negatively affects character development, conflicts and resolutions of said conflicts.

That doesn't mean that I have nothing good to say about the magic system of the show and its elements. There are a lot of great ideas and concepts. And some of them have the potential to contribute to the delightful story.

Let's dive right into it, shall we?

Camouflage

I have to give credit where it's due because the idea of camouflage and shapeshifting for Miraculouses is brilliant. It seems like Miraculous can't fundamentally change its type of jewellery or accessory. The ring will always be the ring but with a different ornament, colour or shape. This is true most of the time (Monkey Miraculous is an exception since it transformed into earplugs/headphones/headband/circlet) It makes sense and avoids plotholes. Grimoire doesn't have the pictures of each Miraculous in disguise for identity protection. That was very neat too. I have no comments. This concept was very good.

Also, since Marinette wore a nose ring of the Ox in "Kwamibuster" without any problem and Adrien wore Ladybug's earrings in "Reflekdoll", we can assume that you don't need to have piercings to wear a Miraculous. Miraculous just magically passes through your skin.

I'm interested to know the following. Can Kwamis recognise a camouflaged Miraculous on a person? Can the holder order them to confess the identity of this person? This shouldn't be possible for identity protection just like with Kwamis sensing each other. But more on that in later posts.

Power Levels

For a long time, we assume that there are only 7 Miraculouses. Turtle belongs to Master Fu, Gabriel has Butterfly and Peacock, Marinette and Adrien have Ladybug and Black Cat. Everything is pretty straightforward. Then it's revealed that there are more jewels and more boxes. It makes the worldbuilding interesting, but it also majorly complicates things, making them inconsistent.

Their position in the Miracle Box implies their power levels. Creation and destruction are the most powerful forces in existence, therefore they are at the top. Moreover, it makes this Box the most important, the most powerful out of all others. Su Han in "Furious Fu" calls it "Mother Miracle Box". Fox, Turtle, Bee, Butterfly and Peacock have less power than the main pair, but more than the Miraculous of the lower Zodiac tier (since they correspond with animals of the Chinese Zodiac).

1. Ladybug can create anything out of nothing (Lucky Charm, which gives what you need the most at the moment). This Miraculous can resurrect the dead, reverse the effects of the Cataclysm. The power of Miraculous Cure or Miraculous Ladybug can work in several ways:

it simply repairs the damage (puts stuff back together, heals injuries and so on)

it reverses time for the matter, restoring things back to the state they were before the destruction occurred (however, the Cure doesn't erase people's memories of everything that happened unless they were mind-controlled, frozen in place or transformed by Akuma into something else - this is an important point that I'll discuss some other time)

How does Miraculous Cure work when there are no supervillians? In NY Special Marinette just says this.

Excuse me, what? What was that? You can't do anything when the villain is gone? What the hell?

*insert here every scene where Ladybug fixed Paris after destroying akumatized/amokized object (this action causes the Akuma victim to detransform/sentimonster to disappear - villain is gone) and purifying butterfly and feather*

It was such cheap angst. I couldn't even be upset when Adrien gave up his Miraculous, because that whole situation is just stupid. But, never mind. We aren't talking about that today.

Apparently, Lucky Charm and Miraculous Cure only work when summoned to battle a specific villain. What is the point then? Huh? You can't tell me that Ladybug has the power of unlimited creation and then say that she can't repair the damage without a special Lucky Charm that was magically synchronised with specific big bad of the week.

Ladybug also can purify Akumas. It makes sense for Ladybug to have the ability to reverse the magic of less powerful Miraculous. But this power can't be applied universally. How does this power of reversal apply to different situations where there is no evil Butterfly holder? Can Ladybug reverse the magic of any Miraculous?

The unlimited power of creation introduced in season 4 ("Mr. Pidgeon 72") is another fascinating thing. On one hand, it's logical and proves the status of this Miraculous as the most powerful. On the other hand, by introducing this power, you have created a plothole. Look, Marinette can create the charm which repels Akumas. If Ladybug can create anything then what stops her from creating a tool for finding Hawkmoth (like special glasses for discovering identities or a compass)? I mean, the show says that the power of creation is unlimited, it means that the creation of such tool is possible.

2. Black Cat can destroy anything with Cataclysm, even other Miraculous. He can kill living things and turn them into ash, but not himself. This Miraculous is supposed to have other special abilities that we don't see. And they should be equal to powers of Ladybug, both in number and in potency. Unfortunately, after 3 seasons writers didn't give us anything. It makes laughable the idea of balance between Ladybug and Black Cat.

Now, to the second tier. These Miraculouses have a singular ability, but they need a second one to keep the power balanced between Zodiac and the main pair.

3. Butterfly creates champions with different superpowers. But how does the time limit of children work for Butterfly? In theory, the countdown should start right after the creation of the Akuma since for Ladybug and Chat Noir countdown starts after activation of their powers even if they don't use them. However, if the countdown of the Butterfly begins after Akuma creation then there's no point because the holder has to stay transformed to guide their champion. The charged butterfly won't have time to even grant powers before the transformation of the child-holder drops. This issue is never explored because Gabriel doesn't have a time limit. However, I feel like it should be addressed in flashbacks of past Butterfly holders for example.

This Miraculous should be less powerful than Ladybug and Black Cat. It's often not. Some Akumas are too overpowered. Stormy Weather can move the Earth away from the Sun, Timetagger can send people through time and jump through time as well, Chat Blanc destroyed the world with a single energy blast, Miraculer could steal powers of those more powerful than her by default. These are the most notable examples. One could argue that Chat Blanc was a different case. Hawkmoth simply gave the most powerful Miraculous a boost. However, we know that even without a holder (the wildest and the most powerful form of uncontrolled Miraculous magic) Plagg's Cataclysm can't destroy the universe just like that (he presumably wiped out dinosaurs and sunk Atlantis on his own without a holder). I think that the less powerful Miraculous (Butterfly) shouldn't be able to increase the power of destruction to such a degree and give Black Cat the power to destroy celestial bodies and galaxies.

Writers want us to see Hawkmoth as the formidable villain. But it's not easy because he is less powerful than your main heroes by default of your worldbuilding. Sometimes writers make the Butterfly more powerful than creation and destruction to raise the stakes, breaking the laws of their magic system. So, how do you solve this? Let Ladybug and Black Cat keep their status as the most powerful and instead of giving Hawkmoth more magical power, make him smarter, more cunning, inventive. Gabriel is a fashion designer, whose creativity makes him a very good Butterfly holder. He has a life full of experience, he knows much more about things than the main teenage characters. Catalyst was very interesting for this very reason. Gabriel sort of discovered a cheat code to boost his powers. Show us how he experiments with his powers, how he analyses his past Akumas and tries to find the most effective ones. Maybe Gabriel tries to design Akumas that can specifically neutralise Ladybug and Chat Noir. This exploration could also give writers an opportunity to explain how the powers of Butterfly work. Can he control the type of powers he grants? Can he control the appearance of Akumas? There are many things to be explored.

4. Peacock creates sentimonsters. I remember that fans were very disappointed when the power of the Peacock was revealed at the end of season 2. I was one of them. The concept of Amoks is far too similar to akumatized butterflies. Other Miraculouses have unique abilities and keywords for their powers, while Peacock just looks like Butterfly 2.0. That glowing mask effect just adds insult to injury.

You have to start by figuring out the powers of the Peacock in a normal situation. If a holder is a good person, then how does their power work? For example, make them related to sight (because of the "eye" pattern on feathers). Maybe, Peacock grants the ability to see the several possibilities of the future, but only a few minutes ahead. Maybe, this Miraculous gives you the ability to see through someone's eyes for a few minutes (and the victim is completely unaware of the intrusion). Perhaps, Peacock allows the holder to use feathers (or tiny peacocks) as cameras one at a time and be all-seeing. These feather-spies can be destroyed by the holder or disappear on their own after some time. Such power could be devastating when used against heroes in canon.

5. Bee can paralyze. This power is pretty straightforward. Once I read a fanfiction focused on very vell done Chloe Redemption, where she fights alongside Ladybug and Chat Noir. Eventually, she grows and becomes a better person. This fic ends with an Akuma battle, where LB and CN are trapped and Akuma is ready to kill them. But Chloe uses a second power of the Bee on the villain - Miraculous Stinger. It's deadly both for the holder and for the victim (because bees die when they sting someone). Chloe kills the Akuma with a Stinger before it can get LB and CN, but she too dies making the ultimate irreversible sacrifice. I will add a link if I find it again.

6. Turtle can create a shield. I don't have much to say on this either. It feels underpowered compared to others in the second tier. Maybe Turtle can also slow down opponents (because turtles aren't the fasters animals out there).

7. Fox creates illusions and acts as their puppeteer. In order to create a balance between other powers, these illusions must hold for as long as the holder needs them to. I propose this mostly because we see that Venom of the Bee lasts very long, the shield of the Turtle lasts either until it's destroyed or the holder wants to remove it, same goes for Akumas and sentimonsters who disappear only when the holder wants them to or their affected object is destroyed.

Let's talk about Zodiac tier. Miraculous of the third tier shouldn't have the second ability like more powerful ones. These powers are the most inconsistent. Even if we haven't seen all of them yet.

8. Mouse can create many small clones of the holder. It is unclear how these clones communicate with each other and how many of them this Miraculous can create. The holder can control the number of clones. This power was very convenient in "Kwamibuster" and it makes sense symbolically for the mouse. What activates the time-limit for children? Marinette didn't have any problems with it when she became Multimouse.

9. Snake can create a 5-minute time loop and has the ability to come back in time. This Miraculous feels a bit overpowered for the Miraculous of the Zodiac Tier. The holder can reset the time as many times as he/she needs to. It's was a good source of drama and trauma in "Desperada". I was honestly surprised that Adrien was capable of fighting after spending months in a loop. But this doesn't change the fact that Snake is overpowered. You can give this Miraculous the power to hypnotise or keep the time ability but place a limit on the number of resets. How does the lyre work as a weapon? Who knows? No one!

10. Dragon can shapeshift into elements: water, wind and lightning. It has the coolest transformation words hands down (Bring the Storm and Open Sky). Apparently this Miraculous doesn't have the time limit.

11. Rabbit can time travel or jump through alternative realities, even writers aren't sure. Time-travel in this show is so badly written it gives me a headache. This Miraculous shouldn't exist just like its powers. Snake belongs to the same tier, but 5 minutes and whole centuries of time jumps aren't comparable in power levels. They are not and this is the hill I will die on. Give the Rabbit powers related to its symbolism in China like an ability to de-age people, heal them or give them a speed boost in contrast with Turtle who might have the ability to slow down.

This Miraculous is so special that its Kwami - Fluff can live separately from his Miraculous in a Miracle Box for millennia (Fluff lives in the Box in "Sandboy", but his Miraculous, pocket watch, was passed down for generations in Alix's family). This is a discussion for a separate post, however. There's a lot to unpack. We'll do that some other time. You will suffer with me but at a later date.

12. Horse can create portals. They could lead anywhere, which is pretty cool. On the other hand, this power is not very useful in direct combat, especially when it's used by a child since we can have only one portal per transformation.

13. Monkey can cause a malfunction in powers of other people. What is the point of this? This power was specifically created by writers to defeat Akuma in "Party Crasher". That's it. What if your target is not magical? How does this Miraculous work in different circumstances?

14. Pig shows people their greatest desire. Both the holder and the recipient of this power can see this desire. Chat Noir wasn't impressed in "Guiltrip" and neither was I. It's underpowered compared to other Miraculous in this tier. Also, why does the tambourine can shoot energy beams? Why?

That's all I have to say on the matter. I'll update the power analysis as needed.

[shortyisweird9]

'Lonely ghost serie'

An interesting night- part II

Tw⚠️: swearing

Corpse stretched as he set up his work station, Pewds was starting another live stream and invited him on and since sleep won't show up anytime soon, he hopped on without much thinking.

He smiled when his friends started to greet each other and him.

"Guys, you saw the video I send you ,right?" Lily asked.

"Yeah but I couldn't get in touch with ghost ,her friend was kind to let me know she might not feel comfortable doing a livestream with complete strangers. "Jack said as the others puffed in disappointment.

"That sucks. I wanted to see if she could have kill us all." Grease spoke as he opens a can of soda.

"You wanted to be killed by her?!"

They laughed as Grease quickly defended himself.

"Hey-Hey, to be killed by someone with that skill is a privilege."

"Simp." Jason concluded.

Their laughter ran wilde as Grease again began to shout.

"Hey,Lily?"

"Yes, Rae?"

"You been quiet. Something's wrong?"

"Whenever you are ready." She simply said, confusing them.

"W-What? Lily are you okay-"

"Hello,gents!"

It was her.

"GHOST?"

"Oh my god..."

"HOW but Jack said-"

"Guys ,guys ,please don't overwhelm." Lily again said, calming the both parties.

"Right ,sorry. Anyway, top of morning to yah ,ghost."

He could hear her swallowing her nerves before she cleared her voice, tingles ran down his back when the Reaper like tune hit his headphones.

"Hello!...This is awkward. Sorry."

They giggled with her as she moved in her chair.

"Ghost? "

"Yeah?"

"Your friend said you will not feel comfortable enough to join us today."

"Well, it's raining so that puts me at ease and your friend, Lily, was very convincing on bring me here."

"*giggle* I just showed you picture of my friends' pets."

"...As I said before, very convincing."

They always laughed especially when the stranger proved to be funny enough to bring that chuckle out of them.

"So ready to rock?"

"Let's roll."

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The match was entertaining with couple of close calls, too close for your liking. Corpse was on you the entire time so to pay him for his diligence, you killed him first as he struggled to swipe that damn key card.

Then Jason, then Jack, Rae proved to be a bit harder to kill but you got her in O2, Lily was easy, Sykkuno was all confuse as he watched the crewmates die with him doing nothing, Pewds and Mark were a game of venting and killing swiftly. Speed was the key of your success of killing them all.

You could see they have their microphones on but no one said a thing.

The mischievous smirk that was plastered on your face grew when sounds of confusion came from Jack. Always the loud ones reveal the most.

"Whaaaat?"

"What the fuck?"

"I literally didn't have time to even kill any of you. Ghost came in like: slash ,slash, kill,kill."

You finally cracked at the ridiculous sounds Sykkuno made, a poor imitation of the sabers from Star wars.

"Hahaha"

He heard your laugh, he like the sound of it , the easiness and the innocence it held even though you killed all of them without mercy. What he didn't know if he liked was the stirring in his stomach cause by it. The tightness in his breath, the long smile and the bouncing of his legs as a result of hearing it.

He just shook his curls before paying attention to the group again, you were being put in the spotlight, something he cringed at as he recalled the painful experiences he had while being put under light.

"So, ghost?"

"Yes ,Jason?"

A whine came from the man known now as a simp for deep voices. You giggled, shaking your head and screaming when the black pair of headphones fell down your lap. Luckily you had the mic muted. That will be embarrassing...

You fixed your long hair, putting it behind your ears careful to not tug on your fresh piercings , your headphones back on the top ,you dived right back.

"Can you tell us about yourself?"

"Hmm..what do you want to know?"

You heard him sucking in a breath and to be honest you couldn't blame him, the voice was hot.

"Um ...anything. "

You giggled half embarrassed, half amusement by the pitch his voice turned to ,excited to hear whatever you may answer.

"Oh,okay. Um...My piercings hurt. My right leg is bouncing like crazy and um...I crave jelly candy."

"Piercings?"

"Yeah, my pal just did on my right three helix piercings: forward, mid and low. Plus the industrial on my left ear iches a bit."

"Oh, I am sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, Jas. Thanks for asking by the way."

"Oh, don't worry. Do you have any others?"

"Um..yeah. On the right ear ,I have..um. helix , flat, rook and upper. Left ahh..industrial,helix and orbital."

"Wow, th-that's a lot."

"Hah, I just told you about my ears."

A choke cane from him ,probably he was drinking something. It had ice though, you could hear the ice hitting the metal of the glass.

The man started to choke and cough ,making you and the others who listened patiently on your convo worried.

"Easy there ,mate."

"Jay, you good?"

"Easy there ,buddy."

"I-I'm *cough* I am fine. You have MORE?!"

"Yeah ,three on the upper part of my right eyebrow and a ring on the left one."

"Jesus. " He said, calming himself at last.

"Yeah,*giggle*. I also plan to slit my tongue in two."

"Oh, yeah cool.WHAT?!"

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The next game you were imposter again but this time Corpse was your sidekick. Or were you his?

Anyway, you decided to let him do more of the killing,believe it or not , you weren't the blood thirsty monster the chat thought of you, all in a joking manner of course. Sabotage and let Corpse do his Kiss of death. Seeing couple of his streams ,you hoped he wasn't too nervous.

"Alright guys, ghost is imposter with us so this time I have to be more careful. They will probably suspect her to be imposter again . Sorry I can't see your message, I need to concentrate on this."

Proving his theory , ghost just sabotaged as she did fake tasks, being a guardian of Lily as he killed so far Mark and Toast.

"W-Where was the body?" His voice came of a bit more nervous then usual.

"In the nav." Dave answered.

"You good ,Corpse?"

He heard you ask ,you were more observant than the others who either lost themselves in the safety feeling of the match or the euphoria of the game, you always pointed suspicious behaviours of the others when they accused him of being imposter. He liked that, gave him time to calm his raging heart.

"Y-Yeah..*cough* I mean yeah, I am good. H-How about you?"

Fuck...

He didn't even want to catch a glimpse of the chat ,having a hunch of what they may be inferring.

"You seem shaky, Corpse. Something happened?"

He didn't needed to see Sean's face to know it will matched a lenny one. Finding an excuse so he is spared of the teasing and/or the allegations he is imposter, is a must.

"Yeah, I am just...ah...freezing. It's cold here. Brr. Brr."

They laughed at his poor attempt to sound like a freezing popsicle, your laugh put him more at ease. He knew however that his attempt of shifting the suspension failed, too bad he wanted to play more with you. I guess the roles are switching.

"He sound sus ,guys. Should we vote him out?"

"Wow, Lily. Thanks."

The girl giggling only stopped when you started speaking.

"He's not sus, guys. He's just a dork ,a stick with crippling anxiety and honestly same."

God, he wished he could fist bump you right now.

"More like a branch but who we voting then?" Sean asked.

" SPEEDRUN!"

Felix sealed his faith however. Your work only left him flustered and with a derpy smile , his honour lost in the vacuum space.

...............CORPSE was ejected.............

"Well shit. Anyway ,guys. Let me see what you been talking about? And I better not see any 'SIMP' comments. "

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"How?! How the fuck?! You tricked me!" Lily screamed at you for your betrayal.

"Wow, so now I have big trust issues with ghost." Grease announced.

"Deep mommy, no." Jason said ,bringing a laugh out of you for the thousand of time.

You started to like this guy, he and Corpse will be spared next time you are imposter.

"Sorry ,guys-"

"Who told you,you are allowed to do that?" Pewds shouted at you in a heated but not menacing tone.

"You didn't let me finish."

You took a sip out of your ice tea.

"RIP to ya'll but I am different. Not my fault the only guy I take advices from is Doomguy. And as the legend would say: Rip and tear."

"OH MY FUCK-"

You lowered your mic as they screamed in disbelief ,Corpse didn't said anything however. You were curious as to why?

"Corpse?"

"Yeah ,baby?"

Woah. That caught you out of guard. Like the warmth in your olive cheeks and the deliciously painful and frightening feeling of twisting in your stomach.

"Um..."

You blinked, no words head's empty.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, ghost. I didn't meant to make you feel weird."

"No,no. I am good. Ey, Jas?"

"Yes ,hun?"

"Do you take applications for your Corpse fan club?"

Jesus, what is this night even?

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Hey, guys!💖

Hope you enjoyed the second part of the serie.

Anyway have a nice day/night!🌙🌌

Tagged 💖💖: @moolujk

[butteraway]

when time runs out | iv

⋆ summary:  A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

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authors note: I wanna say im so sorry for lying to yall about that extra chapter KJDFFF😭😭 ALSO @chibiiichann I APOLOGIZE FOR SPAMMING YOU WHENEVER I REPLIED TO YOU💀 A DIFFERENT ACC WOULD POP UP BUT THE FIRST CHAPTER WAS AN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER EXPLAINING THE OC'S CONDITION JFJDJD

"HAHA! I GOTCHU NOW LOSER!" Y/N smashed the buttons on her controller, basically on the edge of her bed. A grunt was heard through her headphones, then a loud bang with laughing in the background. Y/N felt her stomach turn at the sound of this, feeling a little left out, but smiled nonetheless.

"HOW'D YOU EVEN DO THAT?!! YOU’RE DOING SOME HACKING MY GUY!" Denki yelled through the laughing in the background, hands pulling at his hair. He seriously couldn't believe it!

"I'm not! I just wanted to show Sero I'm way better at this game than you are. And turns out I am!" Y/N let out a loud laugh, falling backwards onto her pillow. After finding out that 'Tape Dispenser' went to her cousin’s school by hearing his voice in the back of Denki's room, she got to learn more about this Sero dude. She already knew this after their last game a few nights ago, but he was so chill. It was still insane for her to find out that her cousin and online friend went to the same hero school. The coincidences in this world. Y/N thought as she grinned.

"It's okay Kaminari, you still lasted a long time! But you did get brutally beat by Y/N at the end though..." Sero said, trying to raise Denki's low spirits, but only succeeded in making him more miserable. Rustling was heard through Y/N's headphones, making it obvious that there was movement happening.

"You don't understand Sero! THIS IS THE ONLY GAME I COULD FULLY BEAT THIS GIRL IN!" Denki shook Sero by the shoulders, quickly doing the action. Cackling was heard through the speakers while the girl wiped a tear from her eye. Sero laughed along, as he was pushed to the ground by Denki. His arms were crossed as he looked away, upset that Y/N managed to finally beat him in every game they played.

"It's okay Denki, not everyone can be as good as me!" Y/N exclaimed, getting up from her bed to start taping specific parts of her room. Kaminari continued to complain about his defeat to Sero, who only chuckled in response. As she finished taping the bottom of the walls, Y/N sat back on her bed, sighing in content.

"So, how are you? I'm doing terribly after being utterly destroyed by you, by the way." Said Kaminari, opening his water bottle and taking large gulps from it. Y/N felt her face light up as she remembered to tell Kaminari of her future activity.

"Bro, you won't believe this! So, basically, they're actually letting me paint my room! All by myself! How fricking cool is that?!" The girl laughed out loud, jumping on her bed in excitement. Kaminari's eyes widen, in surprise and slight fear, sitting up and taking in the new information.

"Wait, really? But isn't that like extremely dangerous? Cuz of the chemicals and what not??" He tried his best to keep his voice leveled, not noticing Sero look at him weirdly. That guy had no idea what was happening.

"Well, they said that they were gonna do something to the paint so it won't hurt me or anything, I don't know what, but-" Y/N was cut off by an extremely confused Sero. "Wait wait wait, hold on. I don't understand what's happening. How can paint harm you? Besides like...eating it. And what do you mean by 'finally getting to paint your room?’ Silence was the only answer he got. Sero gulped in embarrassment, thinking he asked a really personal question.

"Um, it's nothing du-" A loud 'shhhhhhh' was heard from Y/N, who let out a shaky breath. She never really told anyone, it's not like she could either way, being confined in the hospital room for a long time. She pushed a loose strand of her away from her face, preparing herself to tell Sero.

"Well, the reason is because I basically live in a hospital. I can't go outside, or have 'unpurified' air, as the doctors like to say, meaning my interactions with people and the outside world are extremely limited. That means anything that's not cleared of dust and germs, I guess, can be extremely harmful for me? As pathetic as it sounds, it could actually kill me, haha." It was quiet as Sero took in the information, a large wave of emotions crashing on him. A person shouldn't have to be locked in a room for the rest of their life. Especially someone who is such a sweet person like Y/N.

"I-I'm so sorry to hear that Y/N. If you don't mind me asking, how...how long have you been in the hospital?" The young girl answered with a quick 'Two years', and that's when Sero felt his stomach twist uncomfortably. Kaminari abruptly got up and headed towards his door.

"I'm gonna get something to eat, you want something dude?" Kaminari's voice was low and trembling. It didn't take a genius to see that the blonde haired boy needed some time alone. "No thanks." Kaminari let out a hum, quickly exiting his room and closing the door shut. Sero heard the loud sniffs that slowly faded away, as he hung his head down.

"Hey, you good Sero? That was probably a lot to take in, sorry." Sero shook his head, letting a sad smile adorn his face. "It's fine, really. I actually feel honored that you're comfortable telling me. Feels like we're getting closer, to be honest." He smiled happily, meaning every word he said. And Y/N knew that. "Ha, we are though!" The air was tense, despite the two teenagers being in different rooms.

Y/N went to clear her throat, but was interrupted when a light knock echoed throughout her room. "Someone there?" Sero asked, noticing her silence and hearing the very faint knocking.

"Yeah, um Sero, I'll call you guys later, my doctor wants to talk." Y/N quickly replied, seeing Receen open the door and walk in with his thin suit on. Sero let out an ok and they hang up. Y/N finally took in how the doctor looked, noticeable eye bags under his blue-grey eyes, from lack of sleep. His dark hair slightly tousled, probably from putting on the protective helmet that came with the suit, and a small smile on his welcoming face. And a large container of paint in his left hand. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"What’s up doc? I see you have something in your hand, can I see it closer?" The small girl asked, getting up and making a grabbing motion with her hands. Receen chuckled, lifting up the paint for Y/N to see. Even if he were to hand her the container, she wouldn't be able to hold. She was just too weak. Said girl let out a high pitch 'OOOO ' in excitement.

"I'm not sure if you wanted more, but we managed to get you your favorite color! This should be enough to paint the room, you can even put a second layer if you want." Receen walked over to where Y/N put all the equipment, opening the container of paint. And with a low grunt from him, the lid was opened. Y/N watched with amazement as the doctor poured the soft looking paint into a tray. She picked up a roller near her, and drowned the roller in paint, the white fluff getting covered in color.

The two began painting, Y/N's hand shaking every now and then. After painting half the room, they sat in silence, resting for a while. Receen seemed to be tense, though Y/N didn't seem to notice since she was too happy to speak. Receen let out a breath, breaking the silence, causing Y/N to look towards him.

"I didn't get to ask you how you were, did I Y/N? How are you?" Said girl let a beaming smile spread on her face, causing Receen to slightly squint his eyes from the intensity of her smile. "Honestly, I haven't felt this happy in a very long time! I actually still can't believe you guys really let me do this! Thank you so much!"

Receen gave her a small smile while rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not a problem, you could’ve asked sooner and gotten this done a long time ago. You've been here for two years, so please don't be afraid of asking for things!" At the mention of her time spent in the hospital, Y/N lowered her head, causing Receen to wince. Well, might as well tell her. The doctor cleared his throat and began to talk.

"Y/N, as you are aware, I, along with many other doctors and scientists, have been working hard for you to be able to go outside again. To see your family, hug them, be a normal kid again." There was a pause and that alone caught Y/N's attention. She looked up at him. "There is a way for you to finally do that, Y/N."

Shock evident on the girl's face, she abruptly stood up and faced the doctor. There was absolutely no way anyone could have found a cure for someone like her. Someone who had an incurable sickness. Someone who was too sick, to even have medicine. He's lying. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the grown man sitting in front of her.

"With all due respect Doctor, I highly doubt that ​​that's possible. Cuz, y'know? I basically have an incurable disease? I mean, like, even if you did manage to find a way for me to leave this place, how do you even know it's gonna work? I don't think you've tried this medicine since no one in recorded hospital documents in the past have had people like that checked in before-"

"How do you even know that?"

"-so how do you truly know it'll work?" Y/N quickly finished, completely ignoring his statement. Receen sighed, scratching his head. "We live in a world where quirks exist. Would you believe me if I told you centuries ago that the human race would evolve to have super powers? It's kind of like that, but not really." Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He's avoiding the question.

Receen looked straight at the girl standing in front of him. He felt slightly intimidated by her piercing gaze. He quickly looked away and got up, towering over Y/N's small frame. Then he smiled. "Y/N, you are a very sweet girl, no doubt about it. I know how much you want to get out of here, and I want to help you. My team has created this almost perfect pill, especially suited for your sickness. I know you're very cautious, just like your mother, but I can only reassure you, that these are your ticket out of here." He pulled out the bottle from his protective suit, shaking it in front of [Y/N].

Her eyes widened as she restrained herself from reaching out and snatching the bottle. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she pulled herself together. Crossing her arms and slightly tilting her upwards, she looked into the doctor's bright eyes. "There's always a catch when it comes to these kinds of things. What's the price if I take these? My lifespan shortens, I only have five hours to go outside, it drugs me or something?"

"I'm hurt you think I would just give you these without setting out the consequences." There was a slight glint in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. Y/N hummed, urging the doctor to continue.

"There are exactly 15 pills in here. And consuming just one of these bad boys right here, would allow you to go outside! Though, time is very important when taking these. You'd have 10 hours before the pills effects wear off. These would dull your hypersensitive senses, but not to a point where you can't feel, smell or do anything. No no, it'd just be like how you were before. You'd feel slightly dizzy and be a little itchy, but besides that, nothing too extreme. It just dulls all your body senses down." Receen gave Y/N a small smile. She looked a little weary, unsure if what he said was true. She looked at the bottle then back to Doctor Receen, fingers twitching every now and then. Breathing in and letting it out slowly, Y/N stared straight into the doctor's eyes.

If I take these, I can finally go out. I can hug mom and dad, I can be around Denki again. I can meet Sero face to face and feel the grass again! I can be... happy again. But if these don't actually work, I'd immediately die on the spot. I'd be able to go outside though. Aah, so much going outside, I can meet new people! I don't wanna spend the rest of my days slowly rotting away in here anyway.

"So Y/N, are you going to take them or let all our time go to waste?"

Sero looked at his hands solemnly, thinking about what Y/N had told him. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, then lightly slapped his cheeks to stop the wave of emotions from spilling out.

"Yo, you good dude? It's not everyday I see someone willingly slapping themselves." Kaminari chuckled, walking in and closing the door with his foot as he carried a soda bottle and a bag of chips towards the boy sitting on his bed. Sero grinned, feeling the sadness of everything wash away.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. But what about you though? After we had that conversation, you were, well, umm... kind of out of it." Kaminari froze, letting a dejected smile appear on his face. Dragging a hand down his face, he let out a sorrowful laugh.

"She's my best friend. My first real, true friend. She's basically my sister at this point. So when she collapsed that day, I felt my whole world crashing down. She is the sweetest, the most kindest, person I have ever met. She never let me degrade myself, alway cheered me up when people called me stupid." Kaminari rubbed his eyes, opening the bag of chips and plopping one of them into his mouth.

"It hasn't been the same ever since she left, her parents barely come over anymore, and they're always so sad whenever I see them. My own parents aren't the same either, they treated her like their own daughter. I can't even begin to imagine how Y/N feels about this all. She was the top in our grade, highest scores in our test. No one could compare to her. M-my heart breaks for her. She lost everything." Sero let that information sink in, thinking about how she was before. He smiled as he saw Kaminari's shoulders begin to shake. He cares so much for her.

He put his hand on his shoulder, watching Kaminari slowly lift his face towards him. "Come here you emotional ball of feelings." Being the friendly guy he is, Sero gave the sobbing boy a hug, cuz hugs fix everything.

"No homo though bro." And with that, they both laughed out loud, continuing their bro day.