#this drawing was so much fun to do... gahh..

[lackpenny]

'til the very end

[comvi]

g;leep glop (ZARPLINGS BELONG TO @razzle5tazzle !!!!)

[dethtallica]

heyy im requesting again cus i liked the work you did for me so much :) could you do one with Jason/Anyone based on @hexxeddorm’s drawing on a waitress Jason? (im pretty sure you’ve seen it) the rest is up to what you want to write, just need to have him dicked down in that uniform 👀

again, love your works so much and take your time if you need to :) ❤️

GAHH had to make this into a halloween fic! i love that fanart so much this ask made me SO happy :)

Prove It

1987 • James/Jason

CW - semi public sex, toxic yaoi lmao, cross dressing, dubious consent kind of i don’t know, use of the F slur, internalized homophobia

Jason always looked forward to Halloween.

He’d dress in a fun costume, drink, maybe play a Halloween show if he was lucky. The Flotsam guys were even bigger on Halloween than he was and dragged him to countless costume parties with hookers hanging around; they’d give him a look, that look, and one of his bandmates would push Jason to go talk to a prostitute with a smirk.

“Cmon man, she’s like, totally your type! Blonde hair, blue eyes, looks like she could kill ya… go get ‘er!”

Yeah. It’s his type.

The girls were almost always wearing a sexy outfit. Skimpy, cheap clothes that accentuated their curves. The costumes were predictable— Sometimes a nurse. Sometimes a slutty witch who wants to trade her potions for your semen. Maybe a particularly naughty angel who decided maybe a little defiance would be good.

Or, a waitress.

Jason stares at himself in the mirror, regretting everything about this. He was still the Newkid, had to do everything the band told him. What James told him. So, when he was ordered to embarrass himself by wearing a very feminine, very revealing Waitress costume for the upcoming Halloween party, he obliged. Jason shuffled to the side to check the rest of his costume. Remembered how these costumes were made to show off ass and curves. It’s not a nice memory. His thighs seemed too muscular for the thin fabric of the light pink skirt, his chest and shoulders too broad and thick for the revealing top. Trying on costumes had been enjoyable in the past; now wearing his costume is the last thing he wants to do.

Jason’s eyebrows furrow as he continues to check himself out in the mirror. Maybe, he thinks, if he was a chick, there was a chance he would look good. But he’s not. No, he’s a guy in a fucking waitress costume too small for him just because James would get a kick out of it. Everyone else had a normal costume— a vampire, a werewolf, an imp. And, fuck, here he is. In a women’s skirt and top. In a shitty halloween store’s changing room where plastic decorations hang from the ceiling and walls. The painted on smiles of the plastic spiders don’t help Jason’s mood.

Jason sighs. He really doesn’t wanna do this. Surely there’s a way he can convince James to have mercy on him, right? Maybe he’d offer his personal stash of weed or Heineken. Embarrassed, Jason stops staring at his masculine figure in the mirror and takes a deep breath. James is on the other side of the dressing room, impatiently tapping his foot, and Jason assumes it’s because he wants to hurry up and get back to the guys.

“James? You’re.. really serious ‘bout this? Don’t wanna like, take my hash instead? This is stupid. Really fuckin’ stupid.”

Jason hears the other man grunt from the other side.

“What, too pussy? If you can’t even dress up in a stupid costume, why should I even keep you around?”

Well. Fuck.

“I- Fine. Whatever. I’m ready.”

A pause, then James is opening the door from the outside, not realizing how tantalizingly slow he’s going. Why did he do this again? To be honest, he wasn’t really thinking when he asked Jason to wear the costume. He was drunk. And, yeah. He’s usually drunk. Caught him there. But it was different. Jason was the one who brought costumes up in that stupid cheery voice, and you couldn’t blame James for wanting to mess with him. Not when he’s waiting for Jason to snap.

Here’s how it happened; the two were sitting in Jason’s room together with the steady beat of Electric Eye. Jason and James left all alone because Kirk and Lars wouldn’t do a damn thing without the other and Lars was tasked with getting the band more beer. Jason eyed James. James eyed Jason. Jason spoke up, blurting out a stupid question about Halloween, earning a groan from James. Like he wanted to make Jason believe talking to him was a chore. The conversation went on— if you count Jason sheepishly blabbering in hopes of entertaining James a conversation. It was when Jason mentioned those parties with his old band, Flotsam, that the blonde got an idea.

That’s when he asked Jason just how far he would go. Jason looked confused at first. The guitarist enlightened him. James asks the brunette what his problem is first, because of course he does, and follows it with something that made Jason determined.

“You always just take everything. All the pranks, all the jokes. When are you gonna snap at us, huh? When are you gonna snap at me? How far can you really take it? Prove to me you’re good enough.”

That’s how they ended up here. Jason showed him how much humiliation he can take by allowing James to lay eyes on him when he’s dressed like this. Because Jason is strong, Jason can take it. He can take all the shit James and the guys give him. In fact, he has to. So the bassist doesn’t hide when the door is finally opened all the way, only looking to the side, his cheeks dusted a light pink.

It hits James like a truck. He feels absolutely winded after he first takes the first look. The waitress skirt perfectly hugs his hips like it was specially tailored and crafted for Jason to give the guitarist a boner. His mouth goes dry, scanning the bassist up and down. The boy in front of him wasn’t supposed to look so damn perfect, the whole thing was supposed to be a joke. A stab at Jason, to see how far he’ll take it. To see if he’s good enough to be in Metallica. He is a replacement, after all. However, James would be lying if he said that replacement wasn’t making him short circuit. And James was also a dirty fuckin’ liar, because the waitress gag was more than just a gag to him.

“You. You, uh. You look stupid.”

There’s silence for a few moments. Then, Jason starts laughing. It throws James off, and he scrunches his eyebrows. The bassist giggles for a few moments longer before shaking his head.

“Is that all you have to say?”

James shifts uncomfortably and looks to the side. Walks in, closes the door behind him, then scowls. Like he didn’t just invite himself into an occupied dressing room like a freak. And he wasn’t! He swore. He only shut the door so no one else would see Jason like this. Which, fuck, wasn’t a great reason either, considering that’s the whole reason he’s forcing Jason to buy this stupid costume anyways. So people can see. And laugh. The only one that’s laughing is Jason, though, because he realized he’s got the big James Hetfield’s panties in a twist ‘cause of what was supposed to be a prank on him. Ironic.

“Don’t fucking laugh at me. Be grateful I’m closing the door so only I can see you. I should be the one laughing at you.”

Jason rolls his eyes. He’s not dumb enough to not pick up on what the situation is, though it is much different from what he expected. He really did expect James to laugh at him, to think he looked stupid. Instead he got that look, yes, that look, and a couple stuttered words when James stared at him like a dog staring at a treat. Jason’s no virgin. Maybe surprised, but he won’t let that show. What he does plan to show is dominance over this perverted blonde who was slowly getting closer to him.

“You look conflicted. Got something to say?”

Jason asks quietly, watching James get closer like a cartoon character floating to a pie. Pathetic, he thinks. He’s supposed to be the intimidating one and Jason’s got him hardening in his jeans from a simple costume like a homo. If you asked him, James was not a homosexual. He only liked girls. That was his justification for quickly hardening in his jeans at the sight of Jason. He looked like a girl, okay? That’s it. That’s the only reason.

But it wasn’t. Because James was inches away from the bassist, staring down at him with a hard on.

“I’m not- I’m not conflicted. Fuck are you trying to say?”

“Well.. I can see your boner through your jeans, but you’re trying to make yourself look like you’re mad. How’s that for a conflict?”

The blonde snarls. That was it. James shoves Jason against the back wall, rattling the little decorations in the dressing room. Jason yells with surprise and slight panic as he’s tossed against the wall like a ragdoll. Really hot once the initial surprise wears off, but he keeps that to himself. Jason’s chin is yanked up to look up at James’ flushed face. They meet eyes, the waitress boys’ gaze teasing and hungry while the guitarist’s is angry and lustful.

“I am not a fucking fag. Okay? I’m not. You- you just look like a woman, that’s IT. I don’t like guys. I don’t like you. I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

Instead of a reply, Jason forces his lips on James. Expecting resistance, he doesn’t go too hard— but, instead of being met with a punch to the gut, he feels the blonde hungrily reply by kissing him back like he’s been waiting for this moment for years. And, that’s not true. Because he’s only been waiting for months. Which is, like, significantly less gay. And this isn’t gay. Because right now Jason’s a just a slutty waitress. But, no matter how much James tells himself these things, they both know the truth. Thankfully, James’ worries melt away as they make out against the wall. Jason’s tongue finds its way into the blonde’s mouth and the taller boy whines, hands finding their way to Jason’s hips. It’s an ego boost feeling James fall apart in literal minutes all because of Jason. Jason did this to him. Made him straining against his jeans, begging to be inside the waitress boy. Made him shaky and whiny (to James’ dismay). He can’t think about that too long because everything’s happening so quickly—James’ hips start to rub against the bassists’ clothed dick as he nearly eats his face off with those sloppy kisses. It’s all teeth and spit as they dry hump each other, both sporting a full erection.

The kiss doesn’t last. James is pulling back, chest heaving, face red, and hard as a rock. His cock still rubs against the brunettes, and he can’t help but look at their strained cocks brushing against each other. Jason notices this and looks at the erotic scene too. He silently wonders if this costume will be ruined before he can even wear it for the party.

“If.. If you tell.. anyone about this.. I swear you’re a dead man..” James promises, trying to catch his breath and keep his desperate moans down at the same time.

“Won’t tell a soul.”

For some reason, that’s believable enough. ‘Cause James doesn’t miss a beat rubbing his length on Jason’s slightly shorter cock. Both are impressive. James thinks Jason’s is impressive. It’s got a pretty pink tip and girth that would make any girl drool— it’s too bad Jason’s using it on the Mighty Hetfield. Don’t ask James how he knows this. But, really, it is a beautiful cock, because all James can think about is how perfect and (probably) delicious it is as he ruts against Jason who is now leaning in to lick and suck at the blonde’s neck.

Shuddering, James’ grip on Jason becomes tighter as the tongue on his soft skin glides over him before picking a particularly sensitive spot and sucking. The bassist smirks against the taller boy’s neck as he sucks a hickey into the crook of James’ neck. Probably not a good look to have purplish marks all over your neck after you just walked out of a changing room with another man, but that was a worry for future James. He could always just say it was a vampire. And, ouch, Jason bites down on his flesh just like one, making James shiver and stutter. His hips trembled against the flushed cock below him and he bites his lip to hold back the moan that threatened to spill from his lips. It was already shameful enough he was doing this with another man, he doesn’t need the whole fucking store hearing it.

With a slick popping noise, Jason removes his tongue from his neck, leaving James dizzy. He stumbles back slightly, which he realizes is actually from Jason pushing him back to remove his skirt. The brunette’s fingers slowly push down that delicious pink skirt along with his boxers to reveal his weeping cock, and James swears he could’ve came right then.

“Don’t worry big boy, you can fuck me soon.”

Actually, he changes his mind. He could’ve cum to that. While he’s busy losing his goddamn mind, Jason’s fingers soak themselves in his wet mouth before dipping down to his hole, making sure James knows he’s teasing himself by circling his rim before dipping in. Jason makes a breathy noise as he works two fingers in and James can’t help but wonder if he’s starting with two because he’s done this before. His chest swells with jealously but he’s quickly distracted by realizing his hand made its way down to his cock to rub himself off while he watches his bandmate finger himself. He’s so goddamn horny his body’s doing shit on its own.

“‘S gonna feel so good, James. Just wait a- fuck- minute..”

James doesn’t respond. He can’t. His mouth feels like a desert. A third finger is added. When? It didn’t matter. James’ burning hot desire made everything feel like it was moving in both slow motion and high speed. Like he’s drunk, but really it’s just Jason making him feel like that. Because he can do that for some reason, which is really frustrating. It’s usually not very acceptable to fall for your bandmate, let alone fall for your male bandmate as a male.

But when Jason’s fucking himself on his fingers up against the wall, curls sticking to his forehead with sweat as he moans like a girl quietly in his very much girly costume, it’s different, okay? It’s different. Not, but Jason will have to get James to realize that a different time, because now he’s focused on getting James inside him and doesn’t really care if it’ll haunt both of them for the rest of their lives. James almost seems angry when Jason reaches to undo his jeans, like he’s trying to make himself angry so he’s not embarrassed. Typical James behavior. Typical James behavior is also fucking people till they break, which Jason is a little too excited for.

A position change and a few desperate kisses, and they’re back against the wall with James’ cock pressed against Jason’s hole. The guitarist twitches against the tight rim and he goes to bite his lip again, which does not go unnoticed. The bassist almost wants to laugh again at how badly James wants this.

“Desperate, huh?” Jason teases.

“Fuck you.”

“That’s a yes, isn’t it?”

“Shut up.”

Jason smiles lopsidedly, and James wants nothing more than to wipe it off his stupid, pretty face. So he grips Jason, white knuckling, and forces his hole down on his swollen cock, making them both groan. Jason’s eyes are wide as he’s stretched out and his legs shake and tremble . Hurts like a motherfucker, but damn, he knows it’ll be the best he’s had so far.

James doesn’t wait to prove that. He’s immediately ramming in and out of Jason, trying so desperately to hold back his embarrassingly girlish moans. It’s cute to Jason. He knows the poor guy is in the tightest hole he’s been in to date, because Jason knows himself, and he doesn’t know how to handle it. James can only tremble and watch his masculinity fade away as he’s being pleasured so immensely by a man, no, not a waitress, not a woman, no matter how much James wants to tell himself. James can’t control how fast he’s shoving himself in and out of Jason’s hole and the smaller boy almost feels bad— he’s really falling apart like a virgin. It almost reminds Jason of the first time he touched himself to a man. Except teenager Jason was exploring hormonal wants and James is fucking the prettiest guy around.

The bassist brings his hand up to the blonde’s face to gently caress it, the juxtaposition between the gentle touch and the rough sex below almost hilarious. His grayish eyes look into James’ blue ones, and he sees how vulnerable the boy is. He may be the one in Jason, but Jason’s done this before. With the Flotsam guys. With groupies. It’s not new. This is new to James because he’s denied himself for so long, and despite how awful James has treated the brunette, he feels the need to make the best for him.

“You’re doin’ so good- mmghh-, so good for giving in for me. Good boy, good boy-“ The bassist praises, tightening around him.

“S-stop-“

Jason pants, being cut off by a particularly hard thrust to his prostate. He seizes up, panicking, realizing he’s gonna cum. He’s gonna cum all over this costume he hasn’t bought and, well, it’s gonna be hot as fuck. James must’ve realized he’s gonna cum too, because he speeds up and goes even harder if that was possible. Jason cries out softly, trying to grab on to James as he feels his climax approaching. The humping the fingering, the fuck— it’s all gonna come crashing down into a brain numbing orgasm.

And that’s what happens when James stutters his hips and spills into him with no warning. Jason tenses, legs shaking and eyes watering, cum spurting out of him in thick ropes. It’s almost embarrassing how much he cums, and, James didn’t even bother to touch his cock. So why is he coming like a bitch in heat? And, funnily enough, James still isn’t convinced he’s gay despite cumming in another man’s ass. And liking it.

The two ride out their orgasms and catch their breath, thoughts spinning in their head. Am I gay now? What does this make us? Can we do that again? Did I seriously just cum in 5 minutes? The various hickeys become forgotten.

Questions left unanswered, because all that really matters is that Jason proved himself.

“…I still hate you, Newkid.”

[sorenphelps]

All the artwork I made for the fanfic Crazy Ex-Boyfriend by @amethystheart2421 for this year's @rsbigbang!

It was a wild run, we got paired up quite late due to our original pairs dropping out of the Bang, and even though it was already December and time was running thin, I decided to make this whole deal a way bigger challenge than it supposed to be... So I ended up drawing all 7 fantasy sequences, trying to mimic a different style for all of them, and finishing both versions of the banners I had in mind. I know, I know, but I swear even I wasn't aware that I am such an overachiever either!

Also, I usually like to hide little details as easter eggs on all of my artwork, so naturally this was the case with these too. I'm gonna list them one by one, also share a little story about each piece, sort of like a "directors cut werk", just so we stick to the screenplay motif. The numbers in brackets lists the order in which I drew the pictures.

The banners (1.,9.): I haven't watched Crazy Ex-Girlfriend the show, so I really had no idea about this whole thing, hence my initial idea of re-drawing one of the official promo posters of the show as the banner. But then Nicole shared the first scene with me when we got paired up, and also told me that her original artist wanted to draw the stargazing scene, which I also really liked. I sketched out both versions to see which one would look better, and also to warm up a bit for this version of the characters. (Nicole also shared some faceclaims, so except Sirius' and Lily's design, I tried to stick to her vision as much as I could.) The Netflix poster was considered the final one for quite a while. The stargazing banner was the last piece of artwork I finished, which I also edited to be used as Chapter dividers. I liked the idea so much I actually referenced the starry sky on the other pictures too. On the Netflix banner, Remus' socks and Sirius' suit handkerchief (how do you call those things in English, gahh) both have the starry pattern.

The western (3.): By this time it was decided that I'd do all fantasy sequences in a different art style, but I couldn't really come up with any specific style which could have fit the western vibes, so the characters are drawn in my own usual style, only the colouring is different. I tried to go for a sepia effect, without using a filter, I think I could pull it off well enough. I was considering to draw Sirius as a Native American for this, because I just don't see him as Caucasian in general, and also, Black Dog sounds like a badly translated indigenous name... But I discarded this idea for the sake of "historical accuracy" (and to save time, haha), as I think they wouldn't visit a saloon this way. I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' handkerchief and... scarf? (I really should learn how certain textil items are called in English...) There is a wanted poster in the background with Voldy. And I swear I didn't mean to draw Remus looking this horny, it just kinda happened by accident! He is sure VERY fascinated by Sirius'... pistol.😜

The Star Trek (6.): My original idea was to draw like usual and just add so many lensflares to the picture that it's not visible if I copied another style or not. But in the meantime I started to watch Star Trek: Strange New Worlds with my bf and also found out that there is a new cartoon too, so it was then settled. This style is very different from my own, but it was so much fun! It was weird not to draw every single strand of hair in excruciating detail, actually that was the hardest part, haha! I struggled a bit with the placement of the lensflares too, the first version had too many and too bright, it had a disco vibe rather than a spaceship. I wanted to add easter eggs to the background screen, but I was running out of time, so there's only one light blue star similar on the screen! Also now I know that the uniform colors are not really consistent in Star Trek, and Remus’ might have had to be gold as Captain…🤷🏻‍♀️

The Disney (2.): This one sparked the first idea in my head after I read all fantasy scenes Nicole kindly shared with me. When I first sketched this, I still had no idea that I will end up drawing for every chapter and the style copying was not settled either. It started with this piece, I had the vision of the wolf chasing scene from Beauty and the Beast, and we were discussing whether it's plausible to collect berries during the winter or not... I've tried to make the final piece look as classic Disney as I can, and since I could pull it off, it was not a question anymore whether I'd try to do this with other styles for the other scenes. Retrospectively, this one was the easiest to make, apparently my usual style is not that far from Disney (I grew up watching those movies, so it's not a surprise), but I had to really focus on drawing the animals, it's been ages since I last drew any! (The trick is to give them eyebrows, and bam, it's Disney style!) Sirius' armour, clothes and sword has the star, and I also designed his own "crest" with the black dog and a star on his shoulder plate. The whole concept of the picture is Sirius' side being very bright coloured, while Remus' with the scary wolves in the background being very dark. This might have worked better if it was not set in the winter, but I wanted to stick to the Beauty and the Beast vision I had.

The Comicbook (4.): I was very excited for this one, I really like the looks of the old Batman the animated series, and the way some of his comics are drawn. It's such a unique style, I really like the simple shapes and bold contrasts. Well, it turned out I am very bad at this! I struggled quite a bit trying to capture what I had in mind, but I couldn't even come close to it... So I kinda cheated a bit because I just traced the lineart directly from the reference pictures of Batman comic books I found online. I tried to make Remus less buff, but it looked very weird, so I let him keep his muscular Batman body instead. I drew the wolf mask and the whole Sirius panel, and the coloring went smoothly after I finalized the lineart, even though I only realized that I switched the colour schemes of Remus' superhero outfit when I looked up the quotes for the comic panels, oops. Overall I like how it looks, but I am not that proud of it as I had to "cheat".

The Hobbit (5.): I've probably spent the most time with this one! I actually really like Martin Freeman as an older Remus FC, so I was quite excited to do this piece. My original idea was to mimic John Howe's style, as he is the Tolkien illustrator god, but his level of skill and mine are very very far from each other... and as I struggled a lot with the Batman piece, I felt like going for a smaller challenge. That's why I decided to have a go at Alphonse Mucha's art nouveau style. Turned out it was the worst possible idea! 🤣 The whole point of art nouveau is depicting attractive ladies in an ethereal way... But if you switch the ladies with a fat hobbit, the vibe def won't be the same! The first version just looks so extremely absurd, it's both awful and hilarious. By the time I could fix the pose so it wouldn't look as ridiculous, the final style looked nothing like art nouveau... I still have no idea what style it is now, not my own or any of the ones I tried to capture, that's for sure. I considered adding the star pattern to that tablecloth, but I decided that the lupin flowers in the foreground and the whomping willow-like tree are enough reference for this pic! I like how it turned out in the end tho, I think I could do justice for the watercolor-looking coloring technique, and the end result looks a bit like a fancier version of old children's book illustrations... Which is essentially what The Hobbit is, so it all sorted itself out by the end.

The Anime (7.): I like anime (I'm a little picky about them tho), so it was not a question that I would give this style a try! I am a huge fan of cyberpunk (the genre), so initially wanted to do that, I'm such a slut for Ghost in the Shell and I really like the aesthetics of the Akira posters, but after reading the actual scene, it was not really fitting. So I saved the cyberpunk AU for later, and went for the post-apocalyptic vibe instead. Obviously anime had a great influence on my art style, so similar to the Disney one, it was not that much of a challenge to mimic it. However I'm not that good at drawing backgrounds, and oh boy, I really made myself get over this obstacle with this series of pictures! Also as I was more comfortable with this piece, I actually added the starry sky pattern from the beginning to the scarf/blanket Remus has on this picture!

The Sitcom (8.): The original idea was to copy Hanna Barbera's old family cartoons' style, but as my deadline was very close and after reading the scene I realized that it will have a shitton of characters, I quickly abandoned my original plan. So this one is drawn in my own style, sort of, the designs of the characters are more aligned with Nicole's vision (sans Sirius, Lily, and partly Peter). The hardest part was definitely to figure out how I could fit 10 characters into one picture, let alone sitting in a living room! Also, I had to actually draw the living room too, considering perspective and scaling... Something I am not that good at. In the end the coffee table is maybe a little too big, but I needed that to hide the legs of the characters sitting on the sofa, haha! Also, the sofa is the Millennial Dark Green Velvet Sofa, because I also want to have one and it really emphasizes the general existential dread! (Just kidding.) Also also, I just realized that I have no idea how to eat tacos without making a mess (they are not that popular where I live). I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' shirt, and gave a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt to Peter, as he is talking about that in the scene. I wanted to squeeze in further references to the newspaper Remus is holding, but it was too tiny. The star from Knight Sirius' armour is in the background on the bookshelf. Also that globe just makes no sense but I had no better idea how to fill the empty space 😅. Molly is holding a mug with "BEST MOM" written on it, and I intentionally made Marlene's eye colour the same as Remus', who btw should have worn a bathrobe according to the original scene, but it was too late to fix that by the time I realized it. All in all, I am quite satisfied with how it turned out, it has the necessary sitcom vibes. And it is kinda a record for me in terms of number of characters drawn (the most was 12, but that one has no background, so I'd call it a tie!)!! I am very proud of myself for pulling this piece off, it really is the achievement of the year!

TLDR; (I mean really, my rambling is just too long!) I am happy that I was paired up with Nicole, working with her was such a creative process! My absolute favourite thing to do is work on AUs, and she has provided me with the opportunity to do so, I am grateful! It was truly a pleasure to participate in this (even if it's not that clear from all the complaining I just had above, haha)! If you ask me nicely I might show you the cursed first version of the hobbit picture!

[lutavero]

Vera, I adore your gif sets so much, but I adore you even more. You are such a sweet person and I'm so happy to have worked on something together <33 For nice ask week I wanted to ask you: What is the moment your love for LS went from: god show to OHHHH. obsession !! ?

Hi Michelle!!

Aww, you are so kind!! 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖 Adore you right back!! Ohh yes it was so much fun, we should totally do it again soon!!

Ohh now that is a good question!! Okay, wow, so I basically knew about Tarlos - and by extension LS - since like 1x01? 1x02? thanks to the Tumblr mutual osmosis, but it wasn't until s3 (ice storm era+ Gwyn's death) that I absolutely got hooked! And ofc Tarlos was a big draw and hook, but what just as well got me to be invested was the TK & Owen relationship in s1. 🥺🥺 Gahh I'm such a sucker for son & father relationships - literally look at my archive, my fandoms all have this in common 💀- and their s1 relationship was just so good!! The angst and hurt and love and comfort just ahh!! And then came the rest of this little found family! 💕

[ge]

what do you like about rotmhs? like what draws you in?

GAHH IM SO GLAD YOU ASKEDDD at the top of my head thhe top three things i felt really drew me into and made me fall in love w rotmhs is the found family/bonds before blood narrative, the action/fight scenes, and the comedy..

rotmhs is not a romance and i feel like that really pushes people away from reading it, especially folks who were first introduced to east asian novels through bl (specifically mxtxs novels like mdzs tgcf etc etc) which i feel is incredibly disappointing because yallre missing out on a certain depth of writing and nuance you otherwise wouldnt get in a romance focused novel. (orv is another extremely popular knovel with no romance.. if you like orv PLEASE give rotmhs a shot)

rotmhs is about a dead man resurrected a hundred years into the future having to come to terms w the fact that everyone he loved is dead and that the only home he ever had was destroyed, its inhabitants and centuries worth of teachings burned to the ground, and that it was partially his fault these things happened, so in order to prevent a future catastrophe he knows is on the horizon, he trains the youth of this new generation and finds a new home surrounded by ghosts in the wreckage of his home of his past

⬆️…very dramatic but somewhat accurate barebones synopsis of rotmhs which is fairly faithful enough methinks.. rotmhs doesnt make a point of going ‘heyy these guys are family nowww theyre brothers and sisters and love each other like familyyy’ LOL the growth is very subtle and before u can really blink ur like ‘oh man.. chung myung would kill for these kids. obliviously though. i dont think he knows he even likes them’ all the while hes still aching w the loss of his loved ones before.. if we’re being really really honest chung myung, the mc, truly is the star of the show and a character i got attached to incredibly quickly.. hes so stupid but so smart he has so many issues i want to hit him with my car then nurse him back to health just to hit him again

chung myung himself is a whole other thing i could get into but he has so many layers.. so much depth.. on the surface ud look at him and think what a punk but look a little closer and then ud think oh this punk has depression ptsd survivors guilt hallucinations etc etc LIKE DAMN.. I THIUGHT HE WAS JUST A FUNNY LITTLE GUY WHYD I GET SUCKER PUNCHED

what was i even talking about. OH right romance. please please dont let the lack of romance dissuade you, imo it is soooo refreshing to read something that isnt focused on romance like i love yaoi like the next bl reading bitch but damn.. ive always been into found family and while the bl novels i have read did always have a little hint of it, i always wanted more and rotmhs fills that void

(that being said i cant stop yall from shipping if yall want LOL im guilty of shipping charas too despite everythiing i just said… if yall want yalls yaoiyuri fix may i direct yalls attention to the ‘doomed by the narrative, tragic best-friends-to-almost-lovers tangchung’ & ‘love at first sight sweethearts iseolsoso’ ….. :SMILES: I LOVE TANGCHUNG..!!!!!!)

NEXT, the action and fight scenes in rotmhs, even in written text form, are sublime to say the least.. my fail cis dudebro trait is that i love crazy insane adrenaline rushing heart pumping shounen-esque battles so much that i could typically care less for the rest of that specific piece of media as long as the fights are good.. FORTUNATELY FOR ME rotmhs is crazy good at balancing its comedy, action, and otherwise more ‘mundane’ scenes together so harmoniously that its such fun read even when theres no swords crossing or heads being beaten in

also important to note, despite being a knovel w korean naming of characters/places, rotmhs actually takes place in ancient china in a wuxia setting so jumping head first into it wont be all that confusing for first time readers/cmedia fans and u can use ur knowledge of cnovels to fill in the gaps.

theres not really much more i have to say on the topic of fighting, im just personally a huge fan of the crazy spectacles rotmhs brings to the table.

saved this for last but THE COMEDY…!!!!!!!! after being soo dramatic w all my previous points and comments ur probably thnkng rotmhs is heavy and somber w no breathing room.. WELL YOURE WRONG. ROTMHS IS FUNNY AS HELL quips and jokes and simple funny actions and scenes litter nearly every page. i mentioned this novel balances its action and comedy well and im NOT LYING youd think maybe the heavy action and light comedy would awkwardly clash but u cldnt be more further from the truth.. rotmhs wears action and comedy like a pair of twin gloves

rotmhs handles its action and comedy in equal doses and it all fits together like matching puzzle pieces, like i really cant stress enough how fun it is to read. not every fight scene is somber, most of the time its chung myung oneshotting someone by hitting them across the head so hard they pass out..

unfortunately im not really the best at listing instances so its be better for u to go read it for urself but this scene from one of the later chapters is soo funny every time i read it i start giggling

(LIGHT/MINOR SPOILERS FOR THE NOVEL it probably doesnt even matter u wont even remember this when u start reading)

right so i think thats most of it.. too lazy to read through everything i just wrote so if nothing makes sense… well. …well!

rotmhs deserves to have the same amount of fame as ORV and MDZS and TGCF have and it is my civil duty as one of the oldest mxtx novel outlets on tumblr to put yall on it..

my thumbs hurt from typing so im done now but if u have anymore questions PLEASE ASK IM SO DESPERATE TO TALK ABOUT ROTMHS ok byyyeeeeeeee

[siennaditbot]

Just finished watching all of Kim Possible for the first time ever (and in English) and man, it's such a great show.

I did watch it as a kid whenever it aired in Finnish. (I miss those fun school mornings...) The dub was ok as well, though I won't go back to that again. Did check for some clips and I'm glad I was able to watch it back then, but CCR and Will Friedle are so good. The others are too, ofc.

Anyway, back then it was all tainted by my own feelings, cuz I too had a guy childhood best friend I had feelings for. I saw him and myself in them and wanted the same yadda yadda yadda. Well, stuff happened and we haven't talked in at least a year. No big, pfft.

At least this time I got to enjoy this show without them stupid feelings affecting my experience lol. (Except with the So the Drama "a loop has been formed and I'm not in it" and all the Ron feelings about Kim finding someone else. Ugh, been there.)

Anyway, binge watching gave me a completely new experience. Not much shipping related stuff in the first 2 seasons, though there were some I giggled over and replayed to analyze. Mostly just best friends being best friends. No significant awkwardness.

Seasons 3 and 4 though? GAHH. So much ship teasing. Emotion Sickness is my absolute fav episode with Kim getting a device that controls emotions and makes her fall in love with Ron, and the guy's so confused but also so so lovestruck. (He didn't know abt the device at first btw)

I love all those soff little Ron moments, I keep replaying them over and over.

"It (them dating) could happen!"

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, I mean who hasn't?"

"What's not to like about Kim? She's smart and cute..."

"Something's different now. I mean there's something between us... Who am I kidding, that's not different. There's been something there for a long time. I think there's something there. Does she?"

Gahhh I love soff Ron so much.

Also yes I am the type to rewatch all the soft and kissy scenes over and over, there are others too since compilation videos exist!!

Anyway, just realized how most of their kisses are initiated by Kim, but my favourites? (Lol that feels cringe to say. Fav kisses? Pfft) Either both going in or initiated by Ron! (The Emotion Sickness one is great too, Ron's so love struck!!! Adorable.)

-> So the Drama dance scene (THEY'RE SO SOFF GO LOOK AT THEIR FACES), one where they run into each other's arms, and the final one where Ron places his hands on her face and goes in first.

I never knew how much I wanted to do a forehead touch->kiss or have someone hold my face like that.

Also S1 EP1 Ron voice superiority. So low and cute. That makes me swoon. Gahhhh. Rewatched the first few minutes and DANG I WISH HE KEPT THAT VOICE. I'm barely able to form a sentence rn. Gahh.

Also adore all the denial scenes, Kim's too. Girl's so jealous of Yori. "Awk-weird" to bring your best friend as a kinda date to an event? Oh yeah, feed me. I love the awkward pre-dating stage so much that I'm mad my Sonic fic doesn't have more of it lol.

All the tiny nods to stuff changing during season 3? Ron going "She's not my girlfriend!!" to Shego of all people, all of a sudden and without probing, just cuz she asked where Kim was! I love him.

Also, the theme song is banger. Also also, I set the communicator beep-beep-be-beep as my notif sound. Kinda confusing while watching, though, heh.

Was that all? I think so, maybe. I'm pretty sure no one will read this but hey, what is Tumblr for if not stuff like this. Yay for fictional men and couples!

As a final note, I don't think Ron's an absolute swoon worthy guy (barely feel compelled to draw him), I just appreciate guys being soft. Yes, go talk about your feelings and yes, stutter your way to victory!

Anyway, now I'm done.

I'mma throw some gifs under the cut though.

JUST LOOK AT THEM AND THEIR SOFF FACES AND EYES AAAAAAAAAAA

[seasonalmoss]

GAAAHHH GJFHFJEHDJDHDHFDJBDDJDBXBNDBDJDHDJDBDHSJSJDBDHEGDJEHWHRYEURYDUDGDHRVEJDHDUHDJSHDHDHDHEC

I WAS THE ONE WHO MADE THE ORIGINAL POST SAYING THAT THATCHER WAS UNDERRATED AND OF COURSE THE TWIN OF THE PERSON WHO HAD THAT IDEA FJFBDDJJDJDDHJDHDJDJDHEJDHEJRHRJFHDJDHDGRUEHDHDVDBFBFNDBHDDJ

IM STIMMING SO MUCH OMFG FJFJFBFJFJFJFHFJDHDHDHRUDHRIRHEHJDHDHSHDHDHDHD I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I LOVE THIS FJDHJFFHHDHDFU

I ACTUALLY HAVE A SHITTY DOODLE OF THATCHER HOLDING A RANDOM ASS BABY MYSELF (not Adam unfortunately just a random baby :( ) I WAS HESITANT TO POST IT FOR SOME REASON??? BUT GAAHH FJFJFJFJRURJFJFJRJDHJDHEYEYR THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THEN MINE AND YET THIS GAVE ME THE COURAGE TO MAYBE POST IT JUST GAAHHHH FJFBFJFHFJDJFJDJFJDHDJDHEURURU I LOOVEE THIS SOOO MUUCHH DJFBFJDHDHD HE IS ADAMS DAADD HE IS HIS DAD

DADTCHER FJFNFNDHDHDHDHD YOU CANT TELL ME HE WOULDN’T ADOPT A RANDOM BABY OFF THE SIDE OF THE ROAD (wouldn’t be happy about it, but he’ll still do it) HROTJRJRJDJDJRHRHHRURURURHFHDHDH I LOVE THIS SOOO MUCHH GAAAAAAHHH DJFJFJFJDJDJDHJDHDHDHDHE

I LOOOVEE YOUR ART SOOO MUCH ITS SOOO SOLID AND REAL LOOKING?? NOT JUST THAT ITS A “realistic style” BUT THE CHARACTERS FEEL ALIVE AND PERSONAL YOU KNOW?? THEY DONT LOOK LIKE RANDOM NPCS BUT ACTUAL CHARACTERS WITH HOBBIES, LIKES, AND EXPERIENCES GHFJFDJHFHFHFJD GAAH I LOOVEE HOW YOU DRAW LIKE- CLOTHES?? THE FABRIC ACTUALLY LOOKS WRAPPED AROUND THE BODY AND YET STILL A PHYSICAL OBJECT?? IDK IF THAY MAKES SENSE BUT OFTEN PEOPLE FORGET THAT CLOTHES ARE STILL 3D OBJECTS AND YOU DEPICTED THAT REALLY WELL!! HDKDHDJDHRHDHDHDHHDHDFHHDHDHDHDUD I LOOOVEEE HOW SAD YET GENTLE THATCHER LOOKS THATS SOO HIM, I LOVE HOW YOU CAPTURED HIS EXPRESSION HERE? BECAUSE HE DOESNT LOOK ALL FUN LOVING AND GOOFY LIKE HOW SOME PEOPLE MAY DRAW DAD CHARACTERS (he doesn’t look like he’d make awful dad jokes) BUT HE STILL LOOKS LIKE A DAD? JUST A DIFFERENT KIND OF DAD? THE KIND THAT WOULD GENTLY COMFORT YOU AFTER SOME KIND OF SCHOOL INCIDENT OR SOMETHING. I LOVE HOW HE STILL LOOKS SO TIRED AND SAD BUT YOU CAN STILL TELL HE CARES FOR BABY ADAM! HDKDBDJDHDJDHD YOU JUST CAPTURED HIS GENTLENESS SOOO WELL LIKE I CANT STRESS ENOUGH HOW GENUINELY GENTLE THATCHER IS IN CANON GAAHH I CAN DO AN ENTIRE ESSAY ABOUT IT DJDHDJDHDJDHDH I LOVE HOW YOU DREW HIS NOSE? LIKE WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT NOSES CAN HE KINDE WEIRD AND HARD TO DRAW (human noses are so fucking weird, why did we decide to be flat faced animals?) BUT YOU DREW IT SO WELL?? LIKE IT FITS SO NATURALLY WITH THE FACE, AND IT LOOKS SO SOLID? LIKE A PHYSICAL NOSE I COULD ACTUALLY SQUISH OR SOMETHING, ALSO IT JUSY FITS THATCHER REALLY WELL! I LOVEE HOW SOFR AND SQUISHY BABY ADAM LOOKS LIKE GAAHH NOOOOO I DONT WANT TO SEE TEJ TORMENT THIS POOR BABY IS GONNA GO THROUGH IN THE FAR FUTURE GAAH HE ACTUALLY LOOMS LIKE A BABY? AND NOT JUST- IDK A WEIRD DOLL OR SOMETHING (sometimes people draw babies more like dolls then actually humans) HE LOOKS SO SQUISHY AND JUST LIKE A SACK OF MEAT LIKE HOW BABIES ACTUALLY LOOK OMG FIDJDJDJD GAAHH I LOVE HOW HE’S REACHING OUT TO THATCHER IN THE FIRST ONE (and Thatchers really really sad look) AND GAAAHH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THE SECOND ONE NEXT TO IT!! HFJFHFJDHDHD THE WAY THATCHER LOOKS MORE CONTENT AS ADAM JUST REACHES OUT TO HIM? AND GAHH I LOVE HOW YOU DREW THE HANDS IN ALL OF THESE BUT I LOOVEE HOW YOU DREW THE SQUISHY PLUSH BABY HANDS GDJBDJDBDJDHD IN GENERAL THE POSE OF THE RIGHT DRAWING IN THE FIRST PIC JUST FEELS SO NATURAL? LIKE THATS HOW SOMEONE WOULD HOLD A BABY HFJDBFJDHD IT JUST FEELS LIKE ITS PART OF AN ACTUAL SCENE WITH MOVEMENT!! GRJRHRIDHRUDJ AND I LOOVEE THE LAST ONNEE SOO MUUCHH JUST THE WAY HE’S SADLY AND GENTLY HOLDING BABY ADAM AND THE WAY ADAM LOOKS SOO CONTENT?? ALSO YOU DREW LIKE THE HEAD OF BABY ADAM AND HOW BABY HAIR REALLY WELL LIKE THATS WHAT THAT LOOKS LIKE FJJFJRBDJDHDHD I JUST LOOVEE THIS SOOO MUCH!!

thatcher davis and baby adam murray!!!!

late night doodles againn!! also HAPPY 4th TMC BIRTHDAY!!!! four years of this series consuming my whole life. im so sad that i didnt have the time to make a special drawing for TMC's 4th bday :(. but i guess we have thatcher and baby adam shotout to the genius that gave me this idea youre the goat this is for you, twin

[misspearly1]

Day Three: Threesome - Joel Miller & Arthur Morgan

Kinktober22 List

When Two Worlds Collide Series ⬇️

Chp1 || Chp2 || Chp3 || Chp4 || Chp5 || Chp6 || Chp7 || Chp8

(This kinktober fic is part of an ongoing series)

WC: 7k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. M/F/M Smut. Unprotected PIV. Double Penetration. Little bit of cum play and praise kink. Fluff.

AN: Wow, I did not plan for this to be 7k. It was supposed to be more of a PWP, but as soon as I started this story, words spilled out everywhere lmao. There's more plot than I planned to write, but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless. Thank you my loves. (I am absolutely visiting this story again in future, I had too much fun with it lmao).

“Gahh!.. Just hold it still, Joel.”

“I am! You hold it still, yer fucking dummy.” 

“Dummy? Who ya callin’ dummy?”

“Do yer see anyone else around, Arthur? Christ almighty!” 

Sighing frustratedly and dropping your book down into your lap, you roll your eyes at the sound of the men bickering with each other. They have yet to find common ground and the last three weeks being stuck in this hellhole has been torturous purely because of their constant, excessive arguing. 

After realizing that you and Joel are inevitably stuck in the year 1899, Arthur moved you both into a little homestead in a wooded area called the Tall Trees. And right now, they’re trying to set up a perimeter by planting wooden posts into the ground to make a fence around the homestead and provide a little coverage, but of course, they have been arguing like they always do and have not been able to get much work done at all today. 

You and Joel don’t belong here, obviously, and Arthur Morgan noticed that right away but luckily for you both, he isn’t fazed with peculiar phenomenon's. The man has shared a few stories with you in the last three weeks, detailing the crazy events that have taken place in his life and how most of them can’t even be explained, therefore when he came across you and Joel, it didn’t freak him out that you were from the future. In fact, it’s the least freakiest thing he’s come across in his life. 

Arthur remains unfazed, you’re biding your time with books or short walks while you wait for a way out of here, while Joel just seems frustrated every second of the day. All of you are frustrated, but it doesn’t help when he is so much like Arthur. They don’t even realize how much they have in common and that’s the reason why they clash so much. They’re like long long friends, two peas in a pod who just insult each other constantly, argue, whine and butt heads, but by the end of the day, they end up laughing about it.

And, they both listen to you. 

“Boys!” You yell after hearing too much of their deep, gruff voices and ask. “Do my ears a favour and just get along for five minutes please, okay? Yes?”

“Yes Miss Y/L/N.” Arthur responds with a nod and when you look over to Joel, he sighs softly, also nodding. “Yes ma’am.” 

Turning back to your book upon feeling satisfied with their compliance, you find where you left off and continue reading, and it only took approximately three minutes for them both to start up again. However this time, they argued with each other quietly, whispering hushed insults back and forth like they were twelve and not in their thirties. 

“I’d leave your ass in the dirt, so be thankful that you have her with you, asshole.” Arthur seethes, making a valid point to Joel - who couldn’t see that through his anger and barked back. “Oh! If she wasn’t here, you wouldn’t be drawing breath yer stupid fucking hillbilly.” 

“Hillbilly?! Who ya callin’ hillbilly?” Arthur demands to know, the question actually making you giggle as Joel replies once again. “Do yer see anyone else around?”

However, as much as you found their attempt to argue quietly funny, you could hear just in their voices that it was getting heated again. You needed to physically intervene and get between them both.

Closing your book and dropping it to the table, the noise alerts them and they turn their backs to you quickly. You shook your head, as if you were annoyed but in reality, you found it amusing. They acted like children who had been caught doing something they shouldn’t have and tried to play it off. 

“Y/N.” Arthur greets you as you approach, tipping his hat and Joel doesn’t even meet your line of sight. In fact, he purposely turned his red face away from you so you couldn’t see that he was seconds away from bursting into a fit of laughter. “Everything alright, sweetheart?” The cowboy asks, smirking as he chews on a toothpick. 

“Mhm.” You nod, acting like you didn’t hear them arguing just moments ago. “Thought I’d come out here and watch you work. Make sure you’re gettin’ along, you know?” 

“Naw, we’re all good. Ain’t that right, sunshine?” Nudging Joel’s side hard, Arthur flashes a bright innocent smile as if he wasn’t still trying to piss him off. Joel turns to face you now and slams a hand down onto Arthur back, emphasizing each word of his reply with extra hard pats. “Sure. We’re - just - peachy.” 

Crooking one brow with your arms crossed, you fight the urge to laugh at Arthur smiling through the annoyance. You could tell he was dying on the inside, dying to smack Joel. “Very well then. Proceed.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “Don’t let me get in the way of you two getting along.” 

Instead of heading inside the house, you opted to take a seat on a wood log and watch them work. Arthur went to some nearby city called Blackwater yesterday and bought a wagon full of wood to build the fence around the homestead, hence why he made a good point earlier to Joel. Without him, you both would be stuck and helpless, so Joel should be thankful for his help. 

You had no food, money or spare clothes for three days and Joel had to sneak into some poor old man's house to steal some food out of his kitchen before the cowboy came along and stepped in to help right away. Clothing you, feeding you and providing shelter, all Arthur asked for in return is that Joel helps him gather some money for supplies. And by gathering some money, he meant stealing and robbing from the filthy rich. 

They withhold the details of how they ‘gathered the money’ but you’re not dumb. You know they’re not coming back with full pockets from honest work, especially when they come back sometimes looking like they’ve run a mile. Faces flushed red with sweat, clothes dirty and torn, bullets and throwing knives missing, meaning they had been used and of course, there was that first time they went out together and Arthur's horse came back with blood on her mane. 

You know the clothes on your back, the food in your stomach and the money that bought the supplies for the fence came from dishonest work, just downright thievery and bloodshed. And since you're closer with Joel than you are with Arthur - you’ve known him a little longer - you asked him just one question; were they innocent people? 

‘No. Never’, is what Joel replied with and from that point on, you didn’t ask anymore questions. You don’t wish to know what they get themselves into just to provide safety and comfort for you in this little homestead while you wait for a way back home. Which may not be too long of a wait as Arthur has a possible lead; a man named Francis Sinclair that might be of help - another peculiar and futuristic looking stranger he met a little while before he found you two.  

The cowboy is going to stay with you and Joel for the next couple of days before beginning his search for Francis, just for precaution as he had heard of a nasty group of individuals living out here in the Tall Trees with you. A group called The Skinners, which doesn’t at all sound too good to be living amongst. Night-time is when it’s most dangerous and the perimeter is necessary for protection. 

Joel and Arthur are good fighters, and they’ve built an impressive weapons arsenal lately too so you’re not overly worried about someone possibly knocking on the door late in the night, however what has been on your mind today is that there is only one bedroom in this little homestead. Joel had been sleeping on the couch the last two nights you’ve stayed here, but now that Arthur is staying here too, you wonder where he will sleep. 

“Arthur.” You call his name with those thoughts in mind, suggesting a solution for the problem that will arise later. “Do you want me to rearrange the living room? To free up space for you and Joel?” 

“Um, yes. That would be very helpful, miss y/l/n. Thank you.” He agrees with a smile, to which you wave him off and tut. “Please, just call me by my name and it’s not a bit of a bother. I'm happy to help.” 

Moving towards the homestead, you head inside and take a look at what you can do in order to free up space. There’s only one sofa, and it’s small too. Joel doesn’t even fit on the damn thing and you’ve offered more than once now to switch with him so he can get a comfortable nights rest in the bed, but he refuses.

Overall, the homestead is fairly small, but with a few adjustments, it will provide some room for Arthur to lay out some blankets in front of the fire. You start off by pushing the sofa against the kitchen counter, then drag the table along to the floor and place it against the wall just under the window. There wasn’t a large space on the floor for Arthur to lay down because of the bulky double wardrobe in the room. The layout of the homestead was arranged poorly, but luckily for him, there can be a fix. The bedroom is the most spacious and the wardrobe would fit inside nicely, it’s just moving the thing that might be a problem. 

Surprisingly, Joel and Arthur were relatively quiet outside. They haven’t argued and just kept their head down to work efficiently, so the thought of disturbing that to ask for help with the wardrobe ultimately pushed you to do it yourself. It’s heavy, but if you take your time it can just be shimmied side to side until it eventually gets to where you need it to be. 

After moving a couple things around in the bedroom, you head back into the living room then begin pulling the wardrobe away from the wall. The sound of wood screeching across the floor gave you goosebumps and made you cringe, but it was working. The height and width of the door leading into the bedroom was a couple inches bigger than the wardrobe, thus giving you enough room to just push it inside. If it wasn’t so darn heavy.

While your whole attention and focus was directed to putting every effort into pushing the wardrobe inside the bedroom, you didn’t notice Joel or Arthur’s presence by the door leading into the homestead behind you. They heard all of the noises; the wood screeching, your struggling panting breaths and most amusingly to them, the snippy remarks you made about your own lack of strength.

Although they stood and watched for a few moments, Joel and Arthur had their fill of enjoyment watching you struggle to make adjustments for their comfort and stepped in to help. “Easy there, superwoman. The men are here now.” Joel jokes and lays a hand on your lower back, gesturing you to step aside while Arthur lays his hand on the wardrobe beside your hands, leaning against it as he looks down at you with a smirking smile on his lips. “Let us finish off, sweetheart. We’re mighty strong, you know.” 

“Oh, and am I not? Is that what you’re saying Mr. Morgan?” You retort upon taking a little insult from his comment. Tilting your head to the side and waiting for him to answer you, he scratches the back of his neck and visibly cringes, thinking he had actually upset you. You’re quite good at teasing them. Behind you however, Joel thought it’d be funny to jump in and tease Arthur too. “Oh, Mr. Morgan, you’re in trouble.” He chuckles. 

“Excuse me?” You turn to look at Joel, your face mere millimetres apart as you berate him too for his comments. “The men are here now.” You quote him while raising your brows. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean? I can’t do it myself just because I’m a woman?... Hm, shame on you Mr. Miller, didn’t peg you for being sexist.” 

“You tell ‘em, girl.” Arthur now jumps in, the sound of his voice affecting Joel as he looks away from your eyes to glare at him. “Wait… A woman called me sexist once, is it not a compliment?” He asks and it makes you and Joel laugh, crumbling your angry façade. No longer acting as if you were insulted by them both, you turn to Arthur and shake your head. “No. It’s not a compliment.”

“Then why are you both laughing?” Asking another question, the poor man tilts his head to the side with bewilderment.

“Because Arthur.” You begin, reaching out to lay a hand on his chest with a gentle pat. “Because you thought that lady was calling you sexy.” Giggling still with Joel chuckling behind you too, Arthur looked offended as he mumbles sadly. “She wasn’t calling me sexy?…” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Your giggling comes to a stop now as you feel sorry for him. Stepping forward, Joel’s hand slips away from your lower back as you move closer to Arthur and cup each side of his face. “It’s okay, Arthur. It’s not your fault, honey. It’s the era of time you were born in and don’t worry, I think you’re sexy, not sexist.” 

“You do?” He asks bashfully then smiles when you nod. Thanking you for the compliment with a hug, Arthur looks directly into Joel’s eyes and winks, the action making him scoff and call the cowboy out. “You lying piece of shit, you know what a sexist is.” He says.

“Oh, is that right?” You scoff. Pulling back, you look up at Arthur with narrowed eyes and the man glares at Joel, calling him an ‘spiteful hindrance’. As they bicker with each other once more, calling each other names and bringing you into it too, making the argument about you, it suddenly becomes clear why they argue so much - it’s because of you. Jealousy is rife in the air between.

Arthur calling Joel an spiteful hindrance is just another way of saying cockblock, meaning he was trying to woo you over just now before Joel called it out. They both like you and that realization makes your stomach flutter with excitement. You’ve never been in a position like this before, in the middle of two men fighting over you and truthfully, it’s so fucking arousing. 

As their arguing, once again, becomes more and more heated, they are closing in with you squished in the middle of them both. Joel had his chest pressed against your back and Arthur had his chest pressed against yours, they were quite literally hurling insults back and forth right over your shoulder. “Boys!” You yell and their row comes to an immediate stop, though they both look down at you and now suddenly become aware of their proximity. 

“Sorry, darlin’.” Joel mumbles and steps back. You already begin to miss his warmth. 

“Me too, girl.” Arthur adds to the apology, also stepping back. And you miss his warmth too.  

Nodding to them both, you now step aside to let them take over and push the wardrobe into the bedroom. You take advantage of their backs turned to you and squeeze your legs together to ease the ache between your legs. Since you’ve been so caught up with making a temporary home here, it never dawned on you before about Arthur and Joel possibly being attracted to you. 

You’ve known Joel longer than Arthur, but only by a couple of months, and it’s the last three weeks being stuck in this situation that have really brought you three closer to one another. You’ve grown so used to their company that the thought of departing from Arthur saddens you, but also, just thinking about going back to your normal life as Joel’s neighbour was saddening too. 

You barely talked to him, he was always working and so were you. Things will change once you go back, you know that for sure considering all you have been through with the man, however you wonder what happens to Arthur. It’s evident he and Joel have a crush on you and you feel the same way - you like them both, and that’s an issue because only one is going back home with you. 

Upon feeling the evening sun warming up your face, you head into the kitchen to prepare dinner to distract yourself and your thoughts. You can already feel where your mind is heading towards, which is an area to think about letting both men have you. But you can’t. You can’t think about that sort of stuff, it’s not a good time and besides, Joel and Arthur wouldn’t want that anyways, they each would want you all to themselves, not to share. 

After filling a pot with water, chopping up a variety of vegetables, diced meat and adding a few cubes of beef stock, you call for help to lift it into the living room to hang above the fire. It’s too heavy for you to carry, but Arthur and Joel enter the kitchen, both of them move towards you then stop to look at each other. A silent moment passes, as if they were wordlessly communicating to each other, before Arthur steps forward and lifts the pot off the counter. He carries it into the living room, leaving you alone with Joel, who then asks if you are okay.  

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” You smile, hoping it would help to disguise your obvious mood shift. Joel can tell, he isn’t oblivious, hence why he asked if you were okay in the first place. “Is it because of us? Because of all the arguing?” Joel searches for the answer, clearly picking up on your lies. “We’re sorry, darlin’ and it won’t happen again.” He insists. 

“Joel-” You sigh, readying yourself to tell him that it’s not because of all the arguing, but he steps closer and cuts you off. “I mean it, doll. It won’t happen again, we um… we had a little chat in the bedroom and it’s for the best anyways since he’s gonna be staying here with us and all.” 

Well, that is a good thing I suppose, you agree silently. Nodding to him, you forget about trying to explain that it’s not the arguing that’s on your mind and just let it go. “And besides, who’s gonna take care of you if we end up killin’ each other?” Joel chuckles with a smile, the sincerity and kindness behind that statement making you feel weak in the knees. 

“You won’t kill each other.” You whisper in reply, shaking your head. “You clash because you both care about me and my safety, that’s all.” 

“Yeah darlin’, we do indeed.” Joel agrees, then jerks his head to the side to beckon you into the living. “C’mon, we should eat.” 

Grabbing a few slices of bread and a bottle of liquor, you head into the living room and join Arthur by the fire. He had already laid out a few blankets and was stirring the pot of stew when you sat down on the floor beside him. This homestead isn’t much, but it’s their company that makes it homey and gets you through this whole ordeal of being stuck here. 

While you waited for the stew to be cooked, you each indulged with a small glass of whiskey. The air was quickly filled with the smell of home cooking, alcohol, good laughs and smooth flowing conversation, and sexual tension. Now that you know about their attraction to you, you’re picking up on subtle details that you missed before, like the way Arthur looks at you and laughs when Joel says something funny, or vice versa. 

And how they always tend to sit together to look at you directly when they’re talking. Joel and Arthur were currently sitting on the floor with their backs against the sofa while you sat opposite them, occasionally checking the stew. The topics of conversations always include you, no matter what they’re talking about, they bring you into it, even if it’s just to share your opinion on what they were talking about. 

However, the most visible detail you notice now is how they look at you. Whichever one you’re talking to, you notice the others eyes roaming the expanse of your body, and if you’re talking to Joel and Arthur at the same time, their eyes always end up dropping to your lips at some point. It’s like they’re both daydreaming about you at the same time. 

Turning away to check on the stew again, you immediately notice Arthur and Joel tilt their heads together and stare at your behind in the corner of your vision. Your original clothes were thrown out, replaced with a new wardrobe by Arthur and it now makes you wonder if he chose these clothes strategically, knowing how they would look on you beforehand. 

The jeans you have on are high waisted, snug and figure hugging. The shirt is a warm pink in colour, plaid patterned with a v-neckline and rolled up sleeves, it’s just a simple button down, tucked into your pants. The whole outfit is simplistic and sweet, though the men looked at you like you were dressed in lingerie. And it was making you feel incredibly sexy. 

You felt beautiful and seductive from their drooling gazes, and God do you want them; want them to just give in to their desires and just take you right here on the living room floor. You want both of them at the same time filling you up live you’ve never been filled before. You want to be crowded by Joel and Arthur, surrounded by their love, attention and warmth, wrapped up in it and filled with it. 

Turning your head to look at them quickly, they both snap out of their trance and clear their throats awkwardly as they look away. “How’s the food coming?” Joel asks while scratching his beard, a lousy attempt to hide that he was just ogling at your ass and Arthur pretends to look for something in his satchel, not even daring to meet your gaze otherwise he would blush red like a tomato for being caught.

“Oh, it’s coming. Shouldn’t be too long now, boys.” You say softly with a tinge of seduction rolling off your tongue. Though it was very subtle, you saw how it clearly had an effect on them as they both gulped and shifted awkwardly. You wanted to push a little more and see how far you can tease them before they catch on to what you’re doing.  

“You both have been working so hard today.” Holding their eye contact, you give praise while fighting your urge to smile. “Gotta keep my two heroes well fed and taken care of so you can take care of me, ain’t that right?” You ask.  

“Right.” They breathe the word in unison, both looking at you like a deer in the headlights with the hidden sexy undertone in your voice. Looking back at the fire while you nod, you watch in your peripheral vision as Joel and Arthur turn to look at each other, mouth agape and shrug with confused expressions. They shifted their positions awkwardly once again, but this time with Arthur subtly trying to readjust himself before Joel nudges him with his knee, as if to tell him to behave before you see it. 

They’re aroused - aroused, turned on, but hesitant, it’s that simple. You’ve had enough experiences with men in the past to know that Joel and Arthur are hesitant to believe your sexual cues, and just like most men you have shared sexual encounters with, they need clear, understandable signals that you want them, not vague hidden undertone in your words. 

However, that being said, it is amusing to tease them after all. You have always enjoyed teasing them, even before you knew they wanted you in the most sexually explicit way. “I hope you’re both hungry.” You glance over to them briefly with a mischievous grin on your lips as you move to sit on your knees. 

“Starving, babydoll.” Says Joel. 

“Ravenous, darling girl.” Says Arthur. 

Their answers were pleasing to your ears, but they both sounded deprived of something else and not food. Resting your weight on the heels of your feet, you arch your back when checking the stew and over your shoulder, you could hear Joel and Arthur sigh heavily with a sexual need. 

“Well that’s good then.” You whisper, then hum a moan after inhaling the delectable scent of your own cooking. “Because I’m really, really hungry too -” Tilting your head to look at them in the eyes as you sample a taste of the stew off a spoon, you wrap your lips around the object slowly, swallow it, then share something daring. “- it’s been a while since I had some good tasting meat in my mouth.."

Joel and Arthur look at each other again, this time not caring that you are watching them like a hawk, waiting for their next move. When they turn back at you, smirks on their lips and predatory looks in their eyes, you open your mouth slightly and poke your tongue into your cheek, hoping that it was a clear enough cue for them.

“Well why didn’t you say it’s been a while?” Asks Arthur as he readjusts himself in his pants, this time without Joel nudging him to stop before you see. You were already watching and smiling at the sight of his growing bulge, even licking your lips. 

“We can take care of that little problem for you, doll.” Says Joel, a fire burning in his eyes at the thought of you splayed out on the floor, taking him and Arthur. He had to ask though, he needed more confirmation of what you wanted exactly. “Would you like that? For me and Arthur to help - together?” 

“At the same time?” You smile, and it was contagious. An invisible unknown weight is lifted from their shoulders with your smile, your reaction radiating from your body across to Joel and Arthur. They both grin, chests swelling with anticipation of your dirty desires to have them both, which is a fantasy they have talked about privately without you hearing multiple times now.

“Of course.” Joel breathes a heavy sigh, filled with sexual frustration. “Anything for our girl, ain’t that right Arthur?” He looks to his so-called rivalry beside him, the man he argues with constantly day and night, Joel looks to Arthur and waits for his confirmation that he wants this too. 

“I um… Just to be clear, we’re not actually talking about meat, right?” He clears his throat nervously and as you giggle, Joel shakes his head ‘no’. Arthur relaxes then, a smile spreading across his face again as he confirms. “Yes. Anything for our girl, Joel.” 

Now, as their gazes land on you, powerful and intense gazes that feel like a spotlight is being shined on you, they each hold a hand out for you to make the next move. You’re in charge, it’s your comfort and preferred pace they’re most concerned about. You can see it in their eyes. Hungry and starved for your touch, to pleasure you endlessly with your body pressed between them both, but only at your pace.

Moving away from the fire and into the middle of the floor, you look at Joel and Arthur as your hands reach for the buttons on your shirt. And now they move. Dropping their arms and readjusting their positions as you prepare to undress, they wanted to be comfortably seated for the strip tease show you were putting on.

You notice how they both hold a hand on their thighs, inches away from their growing bulge that was just aching to be buried inside your warmth, however you assumed that their eyes would lower with each button you pop open, but they didn’t. Joel and Arthur continued to gaze at your face, the irises of their eyes expanding with lust as more and more of your skin is revealed. 

Arthur's reaction to your underwear was most interesting. He was probably expecting a corset of some sort, but instead was met with a thin black transparent material doing a lousy job at covering your nipples. You blush under his stare, watching the way he gulps when you pull your arms out of your shirt and sit before them, semi-naked. 

“Ever seen a bra like that before, my friend?” Joel asks, nudging Arthur’s side. He shakes his head and you giggle before reaching behind your back to undo the hooks. The straps slide down your arms before falling to the floor, exposing your rotund breasts and pert nipples completely for both of their eyes to see. Though the room was heated with the fire and a palpable sexual need, a cool shiver ripples across your body under their intense wandering gazes. 

“Oh, these pants are rather tight.” You tease while faking a struggle with the button and zipper on your jeans. Looking at Joel, you toy with the waistband in a seducing manner and ask. “Won’t you help me, handsome?” 

“Oh, it’d be my pleasure, babydoll.” Joel growls. Moving towards you, he reaches for your pants but you stop him and hold his arm before pulling him to move behind you instead. “I want Arthur to watch you undress me.” You explain, placing your hands atop his as he wraps them around your front. They’re big, strong and warm, splayed across your lower stomach.  

Feeling caged in by his arms with his broad chest pressed against you, your head lolls back to rest on his shoulder as he drags a hand up your stomach, teasing you a featherlight touch. Arthur groans while palming himself over the fabric of his pants, watching Joel cup your breasts with a gentle grope made him hard and needy, impatient to hear you make the prettiest of sounds. 

“These aren’t tight at all, sweetheart.” Joel tuts playfully against the skin on your neck, his fingers slipping inside your jeans with ease. “Oh my.” He chuckles softly directly into your ear, tickling you purposely with his beard. “She ain’t wearing anything underneath these jeans, Arthur and she’s all wet too.” He says.  

“Jesus.” Arthur grunts now, then leans closer. He can physically hear your slick as Joel slides a finger through your folds, the sound was rushing blood straight to his cock causing a throbbing ache. His impatience was growing at a rapid rate, becoming too much to bear and he needed to see how wet you were, not just hear it from Joel's actions.

Meeting your eye contact, Arthur's heart flutters with your sweet smile and the breath escapes him as you close the gap and seal your lips over his. He kisses you back fervently, tongue slipping inside and swirling around with a deeply satisfying hum. You gasp and moan, eyes springing open with muffled giggle as Joel pulls your jeans down. 

Now completely exposed, he cups your pussy from behind and you arch your back for him, providing easier access for his fingers teasing their way into your entrance while you kiss Arthur. In the corner of your vision, you could see Arthur rubbing himself over his pants and you break off from the kiss with a request he couldn’t possibly refuse. “Lay back for me, honey. I’ll take care of you.” 

“Oh now, this I have to see.” Joel groans, curious to watch you pleasure Arthur while he fingers you from behind. You could hardly contain your moans from his actions and the sounds you made were expanding his chest with pride. Bending his fingers into a come hither motion, he smiles with Arthur as you halt your movements to let out the most pornographic sounding cry. Joel had his fingers buried deep and was caressing your g-spot, amping up the pleasure a couple notches. 

“How she looking from that angle?” Arthur asks Joel, though his eyes remained on you as you opened up his pants. “I gotta say, she’s looking real pretty on this side.” He winks as you looked up at him, freeing his cock from the confines of his jeans and wasting no time taking him inside your mouth. Arthur then throws his head back with a broken moan. “J-Jesus. That f-feels so fucking g-” He tried to say, but couldn’t finish his sentence as you take more and bury your nose into the hairs on his mound. 

“Atta girl, Y/N.” Joel chuckles, praising you for shutting Arthur up. Removing his fingers from your heat, you moan from the loss which causes Arthur to grunt from the vibrations, and while he balls his hands up into fists at his side, you wiggle your hips for Joel, hoping he gets the message that you're needy for his touch. You feel Joel removing your jeans fully and tossing them to the side, then hear a zipper being opened and see more clothes being thrown to the side. He’s naked now, naked and hard. 

“This okay, babydoll?” He notches the tip at your entrance, asking beforehand if you’re okay for him to continue. Nodding and humming around Arthur's cock in your mouth, you manage to choke out a yes before holding onto his thighs and bracing for the first stretch of Joel entering you. 

He teased you first, coating himself with your desire before pushing the tip inside with a heavy sigh. “Goddamn.” Eyes rolling shut, Joel takes a moment to compose himself before holding into your hips. “So warm and tight, darlin’.” He rambles breathlessly.

Looking up into Arthur's eyes as Joel carefully pulls your hips back while pushing his hips forward, you mewl with the stretch of his cock entering you. Though he was slowly and gently easing into you, helping you adjust to his size, you felt in his bruising grip just how much he wanted to be rough. You felt everything. Every vein and ridge, full of every inch of him when he bottoms out.

“Christ!” Joel shudders, groping the meaty flesh of your ass before clinging on for leverage as he pulls his hips back then sheathes himself inside again. The action caused you to push forward and choke on Arthurs cock, which then made him grunt loudly from the sensation. “FUCK.” 

You moan with pleasure, the sound reassuring both Joel and Arthur that you were okay to continue. Relaxing your jaw and taking as much as you can of Arthurs cock, you timed your movements skilfully in order to breathe, working in tandem with Joel’s fast paced rhythm. 

“Goddamn, darlin’. You’re pussy’s squeezing me so tight.” Joel heaves a broken groan, feeling your fingers circling your clit from below, thus causing you to clench around him. He was barely holding onto his composure before, but now he’s struggling not to spill his seed when he’s only just begun. Just thinking about cumming way too soon burns his cheeks with both embarrassment and amazement. Embarrassed because he wants to last longer and make you cum first, and amazement because of your ability to make him climax so soon. 

It was all too much. Too good and too much. The feeling of your warmth wrapped around him with a vice-like grip, the sound of your ragged moans, gagging and even the sound of Arthur moaning with bliss. Just looking at your body from behind, your beautiful, sexy figure laying in a compromising position while being filled with two cocks - that image on its own was pushing him closer and closer towards the edge. 

“Y/N.” Joel cries your name. Damn near bruising your ass cheeks with the tight grip he had on them, his movements became sloppy and fast, his breathing erratic and heavy, and his composure completely gone. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum babydoll.” He warns, euphoria outweighing the shame of reaching his peak so quickly. 

Bringing your arm around, you hold his hand and push your hips back, a silent signal of reassurance that he hears loud and clear seconds before spilling his seed deep inside your cunt. You hum around Arthur upon feeling Joel’s warmth coating your walls and filling you up. You could hear how wet you were as he continued to roll his hips forward with a slow grind and fuck you through his own high. 

Moments later, you taste salt on your tongue and see Arthur’s brows pull together as he grits his teeth. “Sweetheart.” He inhales shakily, warning. “I’m close.” Humming around him, you suck softly and fondle his balls, drawing the orgasm out of him as he groans your name to the high heavens above.

You had the pleasure of tasting his release while watching him unfold before your very eyes. Gulping back ropes upon ropes of his salty seed, Arthur groans continuously and his whole body shudders with aftershocks. Your climax quickly reaches its peak and you release Arthur to mewl.

Pleasure burns across your chest, heating up your body temperature as you break out in a sweat, blissful waves ripple across your abdomen with each gentle thrust from Joel behind you, prolonging your high for as long as possible before it becomes over sensitive. Which didn’t take very long and you cry out that it’s too much moments later.

“S’okay darlin’. We got you.” Joel soothes comfortingly as he pulls out. You whine from the loss, already missing the sensation of feeling full, though you didn’t stay empty for very long as Joel catches his cum spilling out of you with his finger then pushes it back inside. “Wouldn’t wanna leave a mess on Arthur’s bed now, babydoll. Keep you full instead, huh?” He speaks with a teasing tone, but you had a better idea.

“Take me to bed.” You mumble. Lifting your head from where you had buried it into the blankets, you look up at Arthur and repeat your request. “Take me to bed and make love to me - both of you.” 

Arthur looks up at Joel and jerks his head to the side before reaching out for you. He takes you in his arms, wraps your legs around his waist then stands from the floor with ease. “Oh.” You gasp upon feeling his cock brushing against your clit, causing you to clench around nothing.

The man felt that and stopped walking to push you up against the wall beside the bedroom door. Then, as Joel was busy locking down the house behind him, Arthur took advantage of the little moment he had you all to himself and carefully slipped the tip of himself inside your cunt. "Fuck!" You cry into his neck, digging your fingers into the skin. "Arthur, fuck me, please." You plead, wanting more, needing more.

Over his shoulder, you looked at Joel, watching him struggle to close the windows, lock the doors and remove the pot of food from the fire as he tried to keep his eyes on you and Arthur. He wanted to watch, wanted to watch you get fucked by another man. You smiled at him, a devilish smile and beckoned him over with a finger.

"You like watching Arthur, don't you?" You ask to which Joel nods in reply as he walks over to you. He stands behind the cowboy, a little hesitant though, hoping he wasn't interrupting. Arthur tilted his head back then tutted at him. "What you are waiting for brother, kiss her for fucks sake."

"Fuck her harder then." Joel growls, then looks to you immediately, hoping that it was okay. Which it was. You breathed a heavy sigh, nodding your head pathetically and pulled Arthur close so you could meet Joel's lips in a kiss. Arthur pushed you up against the wall and fucked you harder, your backside slapping against it with each thrust.

Breaking off from the kiss, you rest your chin on Arthur's shoulder and continue to gaze into Joel's eyes, babbling about how good it feels. "I.. want... you... both." You manage to say between each brutal thrust. "Nghh! Fuck, Joel! I'm gonna come." You sob, gripping the base of Arthur neck.

Closing your eyes, you mewl through the release of your orgasm, clenching around Arthur with a vice-like grip that he struggles to push through. "So fucking tight." He grunts through gritted teeth. Holding a hand to the back of your head, he groans heavily through his own orgasm, releasing creamy white ropes of his seed inside your cunt.

"Yeah, that's it." Joel praises, holding a hand to Arthur back as you whine from the sensation of being filled. "Keep pumping her full." He says and you open your eyes to look at him with a smile appearing on your lips. As Arthurs movements slow down, you reach out and cup the side of Joel's cheek, running your fingers through his hair while he asks if you're okay.

"Never better." You sigh breathily, then shake your head. "Arthur take me to bed."

"I'll be there in a second." Joel reassures as Arthur moves away from the wall and carries you into the bedroom. After pulling the duvet cover back and laying you down in bed, he climbs in behind you and waits for Joel to join. He plants kisses along your neck, rubbing reassuring hands up and down your side as you wiggle your backside into him. Moments later, Joel enters the bedroom and turns all of the oil lamps down, barring one in the corner of the room which casted a warm, soothing glow.  

“Hey there, beautiful.” He whispers as he climbs into the bed, laying in front of you. Cupping the side of your face before leaning in to kiss your lips, you lay your leg over his and reach behind you to pull Arthur closer. Joel breaks the kiss, but holds the proximity to gaze into your eyes as he asks. “You ready for me or Arthur, babydoll, it's up to you.” 

“Both.” You shake your head and watch as Joel’s eyes widen a little before looking at Arthur. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” He asks, worried that it might be too much. “We don’t want to hurt you, darling girl.” Arthur whispers into your ear, but you turn to him and reassure with a kiss on his lips, mumbling that you’re sure. 

Breaking off to turn back to Joel, you kiss him while Arthur hooks an arm under your leg and lines himself up. “Nice and slow, sweetheart. We’ll work ya open nice and slow.” He whispers into your neck as he rolls his hips forward and buries himself to the hilt. You whine into Joel’s mouth from being filled once again and dig your fingers into biceps. Each of them are impressive in size, though you're eager to have them both cum inside of you at the same time. 

Lowering your hand to Joel’s side, you pull him in close then notch the tip of him at your entrance. “Please - I can take it.” You plead, burying your face into his neck. He and Arthur work together by taking turns, opening you up more and more with each roll of their hips. 

“Fuck! I am in heaven.” Arthur grunts into your hair, relishing the feeling of his cock slipping inside of your cunt before pulling out and feeling Joel enter you. Joel was equally lost in the feeling. They both were breathing heavy grunts and sighs, the noise pleasing to your ears and providing a distraction from the unbelievable stretch. 

“Such a good girl, darlin’, taking both of us.” Joel whispers into your neck and the praise goes straight to your head, boosting your confidence to take more. You couldn’t decide what was more arousing, the fact that they were getting themselves off taking turns fucking your pussy, or hearing how love drunk they were. 

You felt crowded by both of them, crowded and exhausted. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, so instead, you just lay squashed between their bodies and held on. Their hands roaming the expanse of your body with reassuring strokes and your sexy whimpers were muffled by their positions over you. 

Joel buried his face into your neck with Arthur pressing his forehead into your hair, both panting now as their orgasms approached. Though the position prevented them from burying their cocks to the hilt, it didn’t matter because you were nearing your own climax just hearing, feeling and experiencing them both make love to you. Three of you coming together as one, your pussy filled with their love, they plant many reassuring kisses to your skin and praise how good you were for them. 

However with your continued reassurances, they quickly became hungry again; hungry to pleasure you until you’re absolutely spent. This went on for hours throughout the night, Arthur and Joel making love to you at the same time. It was enough to make you climax again, and again, and again. Until you eventually fell asleep in their arms, completely crowded by their love and devotion.

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Can I request a 707 x MC or Jumin x MC (whichever one you'd like to do) fanfiction of how the years would go through their marriage? ie. what years would they move houses, get new jobs, have kids, have grandkids, all that jazz. Gahh I hope I explained that well!

Life After Marriage with Jumin and 707 (Separately)

Pairing: Jumin x Gn!Reader, Saeyoung (707) x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Perhaps slightly suggestive for a second in Jumin’s HC? idk

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship AU

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: In which you get married to one of these men and this is what awaits you afterwards (?) idk how to summarize this...basically it’s your life after marriage with them until you’re old and frail lol. 

[A/N: Thank you for my first Mystic Messenger request! Ngl, it’s been a while since I last played everyone’s route, so I apologize if Jumin and 707 are a bit out of character, I’ll work on jogging my memory about aspects of their lives or something. I chose to write this as headcanons just because I felt like I could jump through the years a little easier, I hope that’s fine. Enjoy! <3]

Saeyoung (707):

It took a while for you and Saeyoung to get married to each other

He was dealing with the whole situation with his brother along with some other personal issues

He wanted to make sure everything around you was perfect before he popped the question, therefore you guys took your time getting to that stage in your lives

When he finally proposes to you, please know that this man means every word he says to you

“I know I don’t deserve you and I’ve put you in more danger than I ever wanted to, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you MC. Will you marry me?”

It was simple, but from the heart and when I tell you he will spend the rest of his life making sure you’re happy and safe--I mean it

After you both get married, you guys buy a quaint house 

He doesn't want to draw too much attention to himself, as he still isn’t sure if he’s in the clear, but he makes sure the house he picks is somewhere you will feel at home

You already know he’s creating little gadgets to leave around the house as a security measure when he isn’t home with you

Anything that will alert him from work if something were to go wrong, he’s already making it

Speaking of work, after leaving his agency, Saeyoung decides to get a normal job somewhere, although he doesn’t really need the money, having a stable job would make him feel a little more normal with you

He wants to play the dependable husband role now, and staying busy at a job would be best for him (and you unless you want your whole house to have some kind of new invention in it)

Your whole relationship was built up very slowly; you guys took your time enjoying each other’s company, traveling a bit, just doing whatever made you happy for a few years after your marriage

But that all changes when Saeyoung comes to you one day and mentions how he’d love to be a father and he thinks he’s ready to make that big step with you, as long as you were ready as well

And that is how you came to be the parent of your twins, (whether conceived by surrogate, impregnation, or if you two chose to adopt all up to you, BUT YES TWINS, I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE CUTE ABHKEAFJEA) which was more than enough for you and your husband

At first Saeyoung wasn’t too sure how to go about showing his love to your two children, but as soon as he lays his eyes upon them, he’s in full dad mode

He’ll teach his kids all about gaming and having fun--he’s a pretty laid back dad, and if one of your kids ever does something bad, you’re usually the “bad,” parent, whereas Saeyoung is the “good,” parent and lets them get away with everything

He sees himself and his twin (Saeran) in his kids and really wants to be the best dad ever to them

Expect the energy of 3 children because he really is just one grown child

As your kids get older and eventually have kids of their own as well, Saeyoung is still as playful as ever even as he begins to age

He treats your grandchildren like his own children, sneaking them treats and having a blast with them

Through it all though, you’re just glad to see your husband as happy as ever, considering how sad he had been for so long when you both first met because of his past

Aside from loving his kids and grandkids, Saeyoung never stops loving you either

No matter how old the two of you get, he still protects and treats you exactly as he did when he first met you

Mans is whipped for you and probably always will be

He decides to retire as last minute as possible, but once he is retired, he spends his whole day by your side

Don’t expect him to stop creating new things though, he’s always in his workshop putting together another crazy invention

So expect a very paced, loving, protective life with Saeyoung, you’re the most important person to him <3

Jumin:

why he is so fineeeee 😩^^^

As for Jumin, he spent so long not knowing what it felt to love someone until he met you, so things move pretty quickly with him

He wastes no time in proposing to you as soon as he’s sure that he loves you and you love him

It was a very fancy, intimate set-up, with just the both of you in a secluded area on the roof of his building

He prepared dinner for the both of you himself, and by the end of the night he was down on one knee asking you to be his for the rest of his life

You agree obviously, and he’s making speedy preparations for your wedding reception fairly quickly as well

He wants to marry you as quickly as possible so he can do all the things a married couple does together (shh)

He just wants to show you as much love as possible

After your marriage Jumin is at your every need

You want to move out of his penthouse? He already has a list of potential homes ready for you to look through with the help of Jaehee

Wherever you plan on moving though, he has a top notch security team and system planned to ensure your safety and also Elizabeth the 3rd’s

Speaking of Elizabeth the 3rd, she becomes your own personal cuddle buddy whenever Jumin is busy at work

He feels satisfied knowing that the two beings he loved the most in the world were together, safe in his home

Anyway, in terms of children, that chapter in your lives comes fairly quickly as well--only a few months after your marriage

You both end up having a total of three children (again, whether by surrogate, impregnation, or adoption) starting with one a few months after your marriage, a second child a year and a half after your first, and your third, two years after your second child

He doesn’t waste time, lolllll

But as soon as your family begins to grow, Jumin’s protectiveness flows onto all of them as well

He wants to show his children a proper childhood, one that he couldn’t experience

It’s also important to him that he shows his love for you in front of his children, since it was something he also never saw as a child since his father was a playboy

This man is so loyal to you he’s at your every command and even after years of marriage, his love for you never falters, infact, it simply grows even strong year after year

As for work, Jumin insists that you stay home; however if you’re really set on working, then he’d have no choice but to agree

He makes sure that you’re heavily guarded at all times though, as he still worries for your safety at all times of the day

Jumin on the other hand still works at his fathers company, but he eventually works his way up to the highest position, so that he could spend more time at home with you and the rest of your little family

Since this man is drenched in money, he’s able to retire fairly quickly and leaves his company to one of his own children for them to take over however they see fit

Once your kids are grown adults, and he retires, his focus in now 100% on you 

You guys go on several vacations together, still incredibly in love

When your own kids have kids of their own, Jumin becomes that rich grandpa that loves to spoil his grandkids rotten, in which your own children scold him for

You and Jumin live a very fast-paced life together, but he spends every moments making you feel loved and safe with him

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/3/2021

[canmom]

i can relate so much to your art struggles, you are really not alone in this 😭

i think ultimately it comes down to the eye/visual library becoming much more advanced and much quicker compared to what youre actually capable of replicating from your imagination, so almost all of the time your skills have to catch up to the high standard your eye sets, which is soo frustrating!!

(and im a mid-tier artist at BEST lol, so not sure if its just a thing you grow out of after you learn all of the anatomy/light/perscpective/color theory/etc.?? be free to update me on that if you make it past fundamentals hell :P)

so youre kinda always setting yourself up for falling short of your own expectations.... in the end i suppose one way of dealing with this is just to remind yourself that youre learning, and being ok with making "bad" things but also tell yourself that not everyone sees the same flaws in something that you see so the thing you consider "bad" is not necessarily in the eyes of another person!

yeah it's tough. i feel like i have no real idea how to assess what's good about my work, i can usually only see the flaws in it, so i'm grateful when people tell me it's good but i also feel like... they probably wouldn't feel that way if it weren't for our existing personal connection ig. i felt kinda good seeing all those decent pieces in pixiv thumbnails but then i clicked onto the front page and saw a lot of considerably more confident and accomplished pieces... which of course, they're only gonna put the best stuff on the front page!

my main barrier is simply not making enough stuff i think. i don't think i'm fundamentally off in my approach, i have a decent and gradually improving ability to eyeball perspective and create good shapes and keep good proportions and anatomy and so on, my lines are gradually getting cleaner, but there's a sort of indescribable element of confidence that comes with just cranking out enough pictures and brings all the elements together. and that only comes from muscle memory and practice.

some part of me has this naive belief that as soon as i get on stimulant medication (hopefully before the end of this year) i'll be able to start practising art like it's a fulltime job (while also holding down a fulltime job?)... but right now i know for certain i'm not drawing enough and i just can't figure out how to get myself to "draw, antonio, draw and do not waste time", like i always love it when i'm doing it but it's just such a barrier to start each day, gahh.

like i need to do more of everything: more fun pieces to develop my feeling what i enjoy and want to create in the long run, more drawing from life/photos, more studies of artists i admire...

anyway i'll stop going on. good luck anon, may we both reach the place we desire...

[nus4y]

EEEE this looks like so much fun!!!

Initially I only really read Gwynriel but then I was very hungry for a lil mlm so I found Cazriel which is delish n all but there was a severe lack of, so I eventually stumbled on Azris and it was like cumming home i swear. I will DIEEE for this damn ship.

I haven't written/drew a lawt of Azris but I think I always end up make Azriel extremely sorta submissive for Eris. I always liked the idea of them having a sort of reverence for each other. I love it when they LOVE each other. Also I like Azzy getting his back blown out in 9 different ways lol.

My favourite fic has got to be my very first fic lmfao Clerical Errors In Love which is a modern Au where Eris is a rival lawyer and Azriel is a clerk. It is very poorly written in all honesty but the amazing feedback I got from it made me sososoooo happy and I do just wanna thank everyone who encouraged me, I've made many friends who I hold very dear to me...omg corny lemme shaddup now. My favourite Azris art piece might have to be my piece of Azzy riding his High Lord hehehe

With writing I usually handwrite all of my ideas and stuff then jump on a doc and mumble jumble scenes untill i have a bunch then sort them out into something coherent then throw it at the poor soul who had kindly gave into my begging offered to beta 💕. With my art its a similar process i suppose. I traditionally sketch out any ideas, collect a bunch of references then spend a ridiculously long time doing a sketch lineart and render lol

My favourite Azriel headcanon is that he had a stutter/speech impediment when he was younger 😖 God I love angst ehheheh. My fav Eris headcanon is that he has freckles EVERYWHERE despite me never ever writing this and barely drawing it lol I just thing he's so pretty and he deserves to have constellations all over his body. My favourite Azris headcanon is that they always like to be touching. Not always sexual, just hands smoothing over the small of the other back, playing footsie under the table, leaning into each other when they're sat, sleeping naked so they can feel the bond flowing between them when they cuddle AHHJHH.

Yes.

No.

My british school au is something I've been raving over for a while because A) I'm making the bat boys Bengali like MEE and B) I'm a sucker for coming of age/Academic romances. Also I miss secondary/sixth form lmfao lololol. I'm also excited about my merman au where both Az and Eris are trans so that'll be super fun eeeee

@jules-writes-stories, @makinglongwordsslutty @g00seg1rl @the-darkestminds @chunkypossum and @greenvelvetcouture are definitely some of my biggest influences when it comes to my art and writing, they're truly such amazing authors!!! I take a lot of inspiration from my music as well, I don't have a dedicated Azris playlist because I find them so malleable, I can just shove them in a situation and manipulate it enough that it fits em gahh. Though when writing Clerical Errors in Love I exclusively listened to Badlands by Halsey despite it being a breakup album lol.

If you're running out of steam when writing then take a break from it!! Distract yourself with some guilty pleasure writing!! No point turning something thats meant to be enjoyable into a chore.

Azris Week 2025 Self-Spotlight

Only five more days until the main event! To continue fostering more community between Azris creators, instead of having user-submitted writers or artists answer some questions, creators can interview themselves!

Pretend you can see my jazz hands.

These questions are for ALL Azris creators - writers, mood board creators, artists, you get the idea! At the end of Azris Week, anyone who has filled out the below interview will get added to a master list so that everyone can see your thoughts. Feel free to add your own questions at the bottom, if you think of anything else you’d like to say about your Azris Week creations.

If you aren’t doing anything for Azris Week 2025 but want to participate anyway, go ahead! No one will stop you and you’ll still be included in the master list.

Questions

1. What drew you to Azris?

2. What themes do you explore most often in your fics? Do you have a favorite image or location that you return to again and again?

3. What is your favorite fic/art that you’ve made? Why?

4. What is your writing/drawing/painting setup? Do you have a routine that you follow?

5. Give a favorite headcanon about Azriel and Eris, separately, and Azriel and Eris, together.

6. Have you worn wigs?

7. Will you wear wigs?

8. What upcoming projects are you excited about?

9. Name some influences on your writing or art style - could be fellow writers, poets, singers, nature, etc.

10. What encouragement would you give someone who is just beginning a project? Someone who is stalled on a project? Someone losing steam/interest?

[philicheesecake]

(U. L.) An Impossible Defeat

Synopsis: After he survived witnessing the giant’s Banding, Warren seems to be the target of a vengeful giant. It seems just quitting the Unseen Legion was not enough to protect him.

Warnings: PARTIAL HARD VORE, GRAPHIC SEVERE INJURIES, PARTIAL DIGESTION, NEAR DEATH, F/M halfsize unwilling nonfatal vore, fatal mention,

((Phili’s note: 

Me: takes 4 months to write one U.L. story  Also me: Writes this story the next day in under 24 hours OHhhh yeah babyee we movin’ along! And yeah I got pretty violent for this one, so if you’re squeamish, I would be cautioned. Also if ye like this story, go ahead and reblog! It helps spread my work and it means a lot! ^w^ ))

“Well I came a long way to be here today

And I left you so long on this avenue

And here I stand In the strangest land

Not knowing what to say or do”

The windows of the old silver Civic were rolled down and the speakers blared the upbeat tunes of Electric Light Orchestra. Warren had his elbow propped out the window, some aviator sunglasses, and his hair blowing back in the mountain breeze that gushed through the windows. He was belting out the lyrics of the tune, stumbling over some of the lyrics, but he didn’t care. His voice was high and steady despite his stumbling over the words. 

“As I gaze around at these strangers in town

I guess the only stranger is me”

Unknown to the ex-hunter, something with glistening eyes followed from within the treeline. Its speed rivaling a racehorse, though quieter than a cat. Its figure was too fast to be seen beyond a subtle blur past the treeline as a hulking silhouetted shape masked by the glare of the setting sun.

“And I wonder, Oh I wonder

Is this the way life’s meant to be?”

He was having a great time with the free air. No more U. L. missions. No more giants or near-death experiences. Just him and his friends about to meet up at a concert out of town to have a fun evening. The sun was beginning to descend over the road, casting its golden glare over the windshield. In his mind, he might’ve been a Lone Ranger riding into the sunset. He had seen some things no one else would believe. That alone could power a Western film. 

Though he was beginning to associate dusk with death, he was safe in his car. Nothing could get him here. He’d be with his friends when he got into town. Safety in numbers, right?

“Although it's only a day since I was taken away

And left standing here looking in wonder”

The figure in the tree line burst out. Warren didn’t notice it immediately with the sound of blaring music, but one glimpse at the rearview mirror showed what was going on. “OH SHIT--!”

A giant. Seriously? What sort of gods decided to toy with Warren’s luck at this point? This was just ridiculous at this point. He thought he could recognize the figure. Long white dreadlocks, dark skin, flashing silver eyes. She was even taller than Eli by a good two feet. She had a weird name, but Warren couldn’t remember exactly what Eli had called her back then. Not that he cared. His first thought was getting the hell out of here.

“Oh, the ground at my feet, maybe it's just the old street

But everything that I know lies under”

The melodic voice continued on, despite the alarm in the situation. The sheer contrast only seemed to add to the stress of the situation. 

He stepped on the gas, speeding faster. The giant was in hot pursuit, soon practically on the car’s bumper. Her claws dug into the asphalt, powering her unbelievable speed. 60 mph. She was still not lagging behind. 

Her claws lashed out and she lunged forward, digging her claws into the back of the car and pulled herself half-onto it while her feet dug into the ground to gain traction. The car screeched, lurching to a halt. Warren was thrown over the steering wheel and the impact jammed into his ribs causing a painful crack. 

He wheezed, blinking through the adrenaline to realize the car was at a complete halt, and the silver-haired giant was approaching the driver’s door. 

“And when I see what they’ve done to this place that was home,

Shame is all that I feel”

He gasped, almost immediately coughing from the pain of the shifting of his lungs disturbing a freshly cracked rib. He hastily unbuckled, trying to scoot away from the driver’s seat as the large figure stooped over the window. Her slit silver eyes peered in. An expression of complete indifference played on her face. No response to the intense fear he was feeling. It almost scared him more than any taunts. There was no connection of emotion. Just complete apathy.

“And I wonder, yes I wonder,

Is this the way life’s meant to be?”

The door was ripped from its hinges. Her clawed hand reached for him, trying to grab through the narrow space to get ahold of him. He scooted backwards. His breaths rattled in his chest. His heart pounded in his ears. Tears pricked the corners of his wide eyes as the claws barely skimmed him as they fought to gain purchase. He ducked beneath the console of the passenger’s seat, digging out his phone and his shaky fingers struggled to operate the device to send a hasty message. 

A crushing grip closed around his leg. He screamed.

“Too late, too late to cry, the people say

Too late for you, too late for me”

He was dragged out of the car, clawing for purchase. Trying to grab onto one of the seats or the steering wheel. His cracked ribs bumped painfully against the seats. She pulled him out of the car, hoisting him onto the air by his ankle.

“You've come so far, now you know everything, my friend

Look and see the wonders--”

Her ears twitched and she stomped her foot over the front of the car, smashing the radio. She didn’t seem to enjoy it. Without another word, she rose to her full height again, leaving the ground far below Warren as she began to walk back into the treeline. The ex-hunter whimpered, struggling to try to reach the hand that held his ankle. It was scary and disorienting to be held this high above the ground upside-down. A fall like this could break his neck, but not escaping would lead to certain death. He had encountered giants plenty enough times to get a pretty good idea about where this was going.

“P-please-- R-- Riki-- uh-- Riri--?” Warren struggled to remember her name, but honestly he couldn’t think at this point. 

To his surprise, she let out a cold laugh. “If that Arawn knew you called me that, he would have finished what he started last time.”

Warren shuddered, recalling how they had parted last time. She was climbing up a cliff and Eli had eaten him to protect him from the other giants. He had been certain he was going to die. 

“I--” “I should have known he had gone soft like his sister. I suppose I will soon deliver him the same fate as she has received. This human, however,” She lifted him higher so that they were practically face-to-face, just inches apart. He took in a shuddering gasp which stung his lungs. 

“It’s lived too long to see too much… Things that no human should have seen. Not that it makes any distinction from the rest of the humans.” She sighed and opened her mouth beneath him. His eyes widened and he flailed, trying to jerk away from her open mouth. He quickly reached up to dig into his pocket. His fingers nearly slipped to drop the object, but he caught it, unfolding a pocket knife. She gave him an unimpressed look, and her other hand reached up to grab it just as he managed to slash it across her face. “GAHH-!”

A growl sounded through her throat. Her hand crushed around his leg, snapping his bones like twigs and he screamed in pain. Her other arm reached up and gripped him roughly around the torso. Her teeth snapped over the knife-wielding hand and spat out the weapon onto the forest floor. Blood poured down from a slash across her face, dripping down from her chin. 

“I think that you’ll learn that fighting will only worsen things for you, human.” Her voice drawled. Warren cried, barely able to focus on her in the blinding pain. She shifted her grip to let go of his leg and reinforce her grip around his waist, beginning to lower him into her mouth backwards. Warren sucked in a terrified breath as his feet met the back of her tongue and she began to gulp them into her tight throat. Things were happening so fast. His shattered ankle screamed in protest as it was engulfed into the passage of rippling muscle. 

“No! Nono— wait—“ 

The giant swallowed again and he suppressed a shout of pain. Her legs were now fully encased in the throat and his lower torso was entering her maw. Fangs jabbed painfully around him. She clearly didn’t bother being careful about how rough she was in the process. The giant’s tongue slathered his torso in gross saliva as she gulped more of him down. The ex-hunter whimpered and grabbed for the edge of her jaws in a poor attempt to stop his descent. This only made things worse when she met the blockage. 

Her jaws widened for a second before crushing down over his chest, not enough to snap him in half, but enough to draw blood and hurt like hell. There was a distant scream of pain. He was getting lightheaded. He was losing blood, and was faintly aware of the feeling of blood dripping from his limp fingertips, and pooling our from her jaws. There was a hungry growl that sounded around the throat from the taste of his blood. The tongue cupped under him and she began to tilt her head back. He had lost the strength to struggle, in a state of shock and agony that made it too hard for him to think. 

Another swallow sounded around him, bringing his head into the mouth. His chest was squeezed into the too-tight throat which crushed his already cracked ribs. He was barely able to choke another breath through the pain. It was a frightening sight to see the jaws wide around him, the saliva dripping over his line of sight. The marks of his own blood trailing down from the fangs. He didn’t have the strength to struggle in his state of stupor and pain. 

One last gulp dragged him completely into the darkness, and his arms soon followed. He distantly felt pain shoot up his ankle as his feet began to press through the esophageal sphincter and the rest of him began to follow into the tight organ, forced to curl up in the claustrophobic space. As soon as his head and arms finally joined him, he coughed and gagged for air, finding it difficult to breathe with how much each breath hurt. The air was scalding and humid and burned his already aching lungs. The jagged movements of his rapid breaths only hurt his cracked rib further. He hugged his knees and cried. 

“R— Rikki— R— Rhyka— please— please don’t do this.” He barely managed to recall the giant’s name.

Rhyka ignored him. She couldn’t care less. The giant was so tall and broad that her stature nearly perfectly concealed the small imprint he made, and the only mark of his existence was subtle. It made it all too easy for him to be ignored. 

“L-listen, I’m…” he hissed in an anxious breath through his teeth, trying not to fully break down now. The heat was exhausting, and the main thing keeping him conscious was the intense pain. He just wanted it all to end, but at the same time, he didn’t want to die. Not like this. His sisters needed him, and he tried his best to not abandon them, only for his luck to turn for the worst once again. He could recall Olivia’s lessons on giants and hoped to god something might work here to give him a slim chance of survival. “R-Rhyka… I’m sorry humans drove giants into hiding. I— I wish things were— were different between our kinds… but— but killing people won’t fix that.”

To his surprise, the giant let out a laugh. “You truly believe that having a, ah, ‘heart-to-heart’ will spare your life here? Your kind is an inferior race. Weak. Pathetic. Even if your kind had not done what they did, it does not change the fact that we are the predators, and you are the prey.” 

Warren shuddered, biting back a sob of fear. “B— wait—“

“You could save your meager breaths now. I have heard all the same arguments. None sway me. Do yourself a favor and accept your fate.” 

Warren could feel the movement from her walking seem to settle. There was a dropping sensation and his environment seemed to tilt sideways. She must have laid down or something. He squirmed in place, biting back a hiss of pain as he had to reorient himself with his vulnerable broken shin and ribs. The puddle of fluids he was sitting in splashed over his face, making him sputter and cough weakly. He noticed a faint stinging and his heart rate picked up in alarm. Acids—? Giants only digest when they’re asleep… which meant Rhyka must be heading there now. 

“Wait— no—no— please— I— you can’t—“

He froze as he could hear the giant’s breaths slow to a more relaxed rate. She didn’t respond. His eyes widened in the darkness and he took in shaky breaths. An ominous growl sounded nearby from the organ. The puddle of fluids was half-filling the space now, and still having trouble to reorient himself, he had to sputter and squirm to avoid breathing in the stinging fluids. 

“Nononono— G-God— p-please…” he cried. He didn’t want to believe this. He didn’t want to die like this. He had dodged death before, he had to do it again. But Eli has told him time and time again he was weak, and he was right. 

The stomach groaned and clenched tightly around him, causing the level of fluids to rise briefly before the walls relaxed. He took in a sharp gasp of pain, bracing his shattered leg that just felt like pulp now. He could swear he felt something crack from the way his leg bent just then, feeling the limb was beyond repair. It was probably just held together by shredded muscle and tissue at this point. 

He was too tired and in too much pain to really fight back the oppressive stomach folds that began to clench around him more rhythmically. 

“I guess you’ll die then” Olivia’s voice echoed in his mind, recalling her lecture from before. 

Warren took in shaky breaths in the heat. Olivia had a point. She gave him lessons, and if he gave up, he would be dead. Not every giant would be generous enough to let him live. Rhyka wasn’t one of them. He had to think.

Olivia had mentioned a pressure point against the spine that could do… something? His brain felt foggy, but some part of him could recall that it might save his life. He hadn’t succeeded last time he tried. 

He grimaced as the stomach gurgled loudly again and its walls crushed in closer. The acids were beginning to sting worse. Burning at the bare skin of his hands and face. He held out his elbows on either side to hold the slimy walls off of his face, letting out a rasping breath through his teeth. He felt around in the darkness, trying to orient himself to figure out what was where. Doing some calculations based on how he had been swallowed, and the new position of the sleeping giant, he made a blind guess of an idea. He was facing the wrong way. Being swallowed feet-first and backwards, he was likely facing the outer wall of the stomach, instead of the vertebrae where his target lay. 

He grunted, twisting around in position and using his one good leg to try to reorient himself to face the spine. He had no idea if he was right about this, and every inch of the tight organ was identical. It was especially difficult to figure out if he had turned a 180 or just a few inches because of how disorienting the rippling muscles were, making his laborious movements either too small or too big to calculate. He settled at where he ended up, however, taking a moment to gather his breath. The heat was really making him feel like he was about to pass out, and he just wanted a break from the pain of his mangled leg and ribs. He couldn’t rest though. He had to at least try.

He leaned back as far as he could, using his hands to press himself backwards in the stomach as his one good leg kicked at the spine. There was no response, and he tried kicking everywhere along the opposing wall. Everything felt the same, so it was impossible to know how close he even was from it. The walls around him crushed in more tightly. He could barely breathe now. The fluids were rising higher. He was on the verge of passing out. The heat. His mind was numb and far away. His only thought was his sisters. He had to focus on them. He could barely even recall their faces. So tired...

Kick.

The tightening walls suddenly went limp, freeing the small pocket of air. Warren gasped for air, feeling lightheaded from all the effort. He didn’t know what happened. He didn’t even know if he had succeeded. Everything was too foggy to focus on. His mind slowly drifted from consciousness.

***

“Rrrg. Wha... what did you do… to me…?”

Warren was slowly brought to his senses by a rough jab that met his injured rib which prompted a scream of pain. He gasped, foggily beginning to regain his senses. Everything hurt. The first thing he noted was the voice… so loud and rumbling around him. There was a numbness around him. He could barely feel his limbs, but at the same time, he was faintly aware of a burning sensation covering everywhere. He was soaked to the bone by a deep pool of slimy fluids. It was hard to know how much of him was left, and if most of him already been melted away. The walls weren’t as active or crushing as they had been before. The place felt oddly dormant aside from an occasional groan or squelch from the environment, the sound of the giant’s breaths, and the thumping of her heart nearby. How long had he been in here?

“Wh…” Warren’s tongue felt like it wouldn’t cooperate enough to speak. “Whd’yamean…” He slurred. He couldn’t think. He was too tired. He just wanted this hell to end, whatever this hell was. 

“Don’t play stupid with me, human... You… you shouldn’t still be alive! What have you done to me?” Her voice almost sounded pained in a way, though his brain was too tired to pick up the tone. The jab once again met his side, though thankfully hit his shoulder this time. He weakly tried to raise his arm to push back. 

“D’nno… wha you… mean. Wh...what time’sssit…?”

The pressure increased by his side and he could hear a gurgle nearby. “I am finished with your games… Hunter. You will be dead soon enough… what… whatever tricks you are using will… wear off.”

“I.. I dunno wha-- what…” he took in deep breaths, on the verge of passing out again. He was faintly aware of a shifting from outside and the pressure lightened to be circular rubs. Any other moment he’d be indignant to the action, but right now, he was too tired to really think about it. There was definitely something off about her voice. She sounded… fatigued. He didn’t think into it.

“Please… j-just… just make it s-stop…” the ex-hunter groaned weakly. He was regaining awareness of the burning sensation around his skin. The pain from his broken leg and ribs. 

The giant didn’t respond aside from an annoyed growl that rumbled to her core as she rubbed the form in her stomach as if to help him digest faster. Her breaths began to calm again. He could hear another gurgle from the stomach and the dormant walls began to pick up their act again, rubbing against his skin and distributing the numb, stinging fluids over his skin. He didn’t bother squirming. He was too weak to think. Rebeka. Liss.

What were those names anymore? He could barely recall their faces. Just concepts at this point. But more than anything, he wanted to see them again. 

Had the kick done something before? 

A clench tightened around him, bringing up the acid level higher, briefly submerging his head under the caustic fluids. He choked and struggled weakly for breath just as the walls loosened up again just enough to give him a chance to take shallow gasps for air. He tried to focus, lifting up his good leg briefly to jab into the opposite wall again. It took every fiber of strength for the action. He kicked a few times. The walls tightened again and he was submerged. His heart pounded. He could hear the giant’s heart thump more slowly. The distant gurgling sounds of the stomach around him. His lungs burned for air. He kicked out his leg again, trying anywhere for that pressure point. His foot slipped, then dug into the opposite wall. It just barely managed to hit the right place. The walls loosened up again and Warren coughed weakly, gasping for air. The whole stomach seemed to grow limp again. His body followed suit. He didn’t have the strength to keep this up. Even if he was alive for now, he was prolonging the inevitable. He wasn’t going to make it out of here alive.

He was too tired to cry, but there was a pang of emotion in his chest nonetheless. His body grey limp again. His ears began to sink beneath the stinging fluids. His mind fell to dormancy again. 

***

Olivia had been sound asleep through the whole night, unknowing of her phone buzz with Warren’s text. Her face was planted on the alchemy table and her glasses were falling off of her nose. In the late morning, she rose again to get some coffee and sat down with her entire carafe of coffee with her alchemy equipment, ready to put this frustratingly difficult concoction in the past. She worked for a while at her project before she saw her phone buzz. It was another hunter wanting some more potions for lycanthropy. She had been getting too many requests from that same hunter, it was beginning to get rather tiring. Wait a moment… There was another message from Warren. 

Her tired eyes scanned it with her bulbous spectacles before sighing tiredly and picked up her pastel pink bag of alchemy equipment and got in her car to drive away.

***

The white dump truck hummed down the winding road into the forest. Olivia was dead tired and really didn’t want to be doing this. She would much rather finish that lycanthrope-enthusiast’s order, or sleep instead. The road was not a popular route, one of the back roads. It didn’t look like anyone was within miles of the stretch of asphalt. Though something laid ahead in the road. A smashed silver car was sprawled out over the asphalt in shredded bits of smashed metal. Her brow raised slightly and she parked her truck on the shoulder of the road, giving the wreckage a good once-over before she sighed and pressed through the treeline. 

She took out a small vial of blue liquid from her alchemy bag and opened up the bottle, placing a small drop on her finger and dabbed it beneath her nose. She sniffed in the odd scent of the concoction and the effect was instant. A faint blue mist seemed to appear in the forest. A scent trail that led further ahead. Wordlessly, she followed it. 

There was a dip in the forest path that led into a steep ravine which was difficult to travel into, though she managed. At the bottom of the ravine in a dip in the rock, the scent trail led to an end. 

A white-haired giant laid asleep on her side. There was a slight bulge in her middle. Her clawed hand rested over it. It didn’t take much imagination to deduct what had happened. The alchemist sighed, taking a small yellow orb of ice out of her bag and put her teeth together, making a high-pitched whistle barely audible to human ears. The response was instant. The giant’s eyes opened, though she remained on the ground. She tiredly turned to her side, scowling as she spotted the alchemist. 

“I take it you’ve eaten William, then,” Olivia’s tired voice drawled.

Rhyka’s eyes narrowed and she sat up, glaring at the ice that the alchemist wielded, knowing exactly what it was meant for. 

“He is dead. Your point?” Her voice was groggy, almost coming out in a slur. 

Olivia sighed. “Well I guess I have no restraint from using this, then.” She raised the ice and approached the giant with an unphased expression.

The giant held up a hand hastily. “Stop… It… I will release the human if you throw that into the woods. I lied. He might be alive. I can’t know for certain at this point, though it’s the only chance you have.”

Olivia shrugged and tossed the ice aside indifferently. “Alright. Let him go.”

Rhyka looked like she hadn’t expected this, but groaned. Her eyes were exhausted. She looked like she had been through hell with some sort of terrible indigestion. She pressed a hand to her stomach. Heaving sounds came, then the bulge in her middle reformed in her throat, slowly traveling upwards. She lowered her head and gagged. The form of the bedraggled, slimy hunter spilled out onto the ground in a pool of reeking fluids. 

Olivia barely seemed phased at all by Warren’s appearance. He looked like he had been thrown in a meat grinder. His left leg was crushed to pulp beneath the knee. He was covered in acids and his own blood. Past the dripping slime, patchy red burns littered his skin. 

The alchemist didn’t waste a moment before reaching into her bag again and threw another yellow orb of ice at the giant, hitting her clean in the face. Rhyka let out an infuriated shout as the enchanted ice seemed to melt into her skin. There were cracking and shifting sounds and she began to decrease in height. The giant roared, lunging forward to slash her claws at Olivia, only to shrink further and bat harmlessly with declawed otherwise human fingertips. She collapsed onto the ground, hissing in pain. She eventually shrank down to a complete human size, though she was still a good foot taller than the short alchemist. 

Olivia pursed her lips, ignoring the giant as she stepped toward Warren. He wasn’t moving. Neither was the giant. Whatever vigor she had before was short-lived. She seemed too wiped out to fight. 

“Wilhelm, listen to me,” She sat down on the earthy floor, taking his slimy hand. His hand remained limp in hers. She shot a look at the now shrunken giant. “You killed him.” She spoke levelly. She sighed and withdrew a black orb from her bag and pressed it into his hand. “Wake up,” She muttered.

The black orb melted into his hand, seeming to grow warm before disappearing. For a moment, there was no response, before she glanced over at him to see Warren’s chest slowly rose and fall. He was breathing. Weakly, but steadily.

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Two were dragged into the truck by the tired alchemist. Rhyka’s hands were tied together, and Warren was seated next to her, unconscious, and wetting the seating with the gross slime that dripped from him. 

They drove back to the alchemist shop in silence. Rhyka still seemed ill from whatever had happened, not in much of a talking mood. 

Once they arrived back at the shop, Olivia put out a blanket on the floor for Warren and tied up the camouflaged Rhyka in a chair. Olivia did her best to clean Warren’s wounds and treat the burns, but for his broken leg, not much could be done.

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Warren groggily returned to consciousness. A day had passed. He was lying on his back, staring up at the blank ceiling of Olivia’s basement. The light was dull, which was a good thing, to not be overwhelmed by too much light with his senses returning. He was in pain, though the worst thing of all was his leg. He could feel a crushing, burning sensation coming from it, though part of it was foggy and dampened. He must have been given medications while he was asleep to numb the pain.

What just happened. 

The last thing he remembered was… He grunted as he rolled to his side and his blood froze. Rhyka was sitting tied up in a chair before him. His heart picked up rapidly. 

“Look who awakened,” she smiled coldly. 

“You… How... what..?” Warren mumbled. How was he here? How was he even alive?

footsteps sounded from the floor above. Olivia appeared on the staircase, looking over Warren tiredly. “Ah, Winston. Good to see you are alive.” She spoke in an expressionless drawl. “I suppose the pressure point techniques work after all.”

Warren hugged his arms, leaning back on the hard blanket. He just tried to level his breaths instead of thinking too much into it. He might have been in a state of shock. 

“And my apologies about your leg. It seems not all of you was intact enough to be saved.”

Warren blinked, then glanced down at his legs. His breath caught in his throat and he felt like he had been punched in the gut. “Ho-holy shit.”

His left leg was gone. Amputated beneath the knee. He stared for a moment in shock. Olivia sat down next to him on the floor, taking a swig of her coffee from the glass carafe. “Yeah, you’ll get used to it. Just take it easy for now.”

He shuddered, biting his lip. “I… No… no… this can’t… I quit the U. L.. I-- I was supposed to be safe. W-why… Isn’t fair.”

Olivia sighed, glancing toward Rhyka. “The giant who ate you seemed to have a grudge from when you witnessed their Banding ritual. Apparently it’s no thing that any human should live to see. She had been hunting you down ever since.”

“B--but it’s not my fault! The giants brought me there! I-- I didn’t want anything to do with that!” 

Rhyka rolled her eyes, staring at Warren in a deadpanned sort of way. “Ah, excuses. None of that will change anything, you are aware?”

Warren covered his face, shaking. “You… you cruel person… you wanted to kill me. I didn’t want to get involved with the giants ever again and-- and y-you went and…”

The alchemist’s hand tapped his shoulder and she let out a tired groan. “Rachel is right. None of the things that happened will change. However,” She rose to her feet, walking over to her alchemist desk and withdrew a shimmering grey knife. She turned to look at Warren. “I do not kill monsters unless I have to. If you wish to kill Roxanne, then that is up to you.”

Warren tried to stand, leaning against the wall and lifted the stump of his leg above the ground. He stumbled over toward Rhyka, using the wall as support. “Give me the knife.”

Rhyka’s eyes narrowed. Olivia sighed and went over to Warren, placing the knife in his hands. He gripped the blade, trying to keep a straight face through the pain in his leg and glared at Rhyka, holding it to her neck. 

“How does it feel having the tables turned, huh Rhyka?” Warren grit his teeth. “You… You don’t care about humans. What did you say we were? W-weak? Inferior? ‘Lesser beings?’”

Her cold glare remained unwavering, locking eyes with Warren’s. She remained silent.

“Look at me now. You tried to kill me but failed.” The knife pressed more firmly against her throat, threatening to draw blood. “You-- you have no idea w-what you put me through. No one. No one should ever have to go through that. Killing you will avenge god-knows-how-many people you’ve murdered like that. I don’t wish death on many people but… You…”

His jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed. His grip tightened over the knife until his knuckles were white. He didn’t act for a solid few seconds. Rhyka held her breath. 

The knife dropped to his side and clattered to the floor. 

Rhyka let out a cold chuckle. “Coward,”

“I’m not like you, Rhyka.” Warren backed to the wall again, sliding down to be seated. He put a hand on his injured leg, hissing through his teeth and looked to the side, trying not to focus on the pain. He was defeated, even if he had survived. He had just lost his leg, though it felt like he had lost so much more.

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Rest of the series can be found here.

[char-lotteral]

People are pretty crazy over there lol that's why I have a twt acc just to get some wholesome fanart and twitter fic au 😂

the term "crazy" is honestly too generous for the naruto fandom over there tbh😩😩

Im gonna make a longass rant because gAHH i just--- I need to vent for a sec xD

So like, here are a list of things i fucking hate over there

Sakura vs. Hinata discourse (whY????)

SHIPWARS HOLY SHIT

people are too sensitive 😣

they complain A LOT

some of them are too comfortable with using slurs, (even though theyre non black) 😐

CANCEL CULTURE EXISTS?¿ FOR SOME GODDAMN REASON (instead of educating someone privately, they just take screenshots and post it everywhere, humiliating the account owner in the process)

DISCOURSE AFTER DISCOURSE AAAAAA

Blocking people doesnt do shit because they always make it back to your timeline if one of your mutuals qrted it. I mean, at least here on tumblr you get to filter out the anti posts with the anti tag but like over there, they just pop on your timeline regardless and ruin your whole day. (there was this one dude that accused Hinata of guilt tripping Naruto into turning feral 😐)

cyber bullying is heavily mormalized there, i can understand why some ppl wish to defend their fav and then have a a HEALTHY debate but to the point of calling someone a dumb bitch for disagreeing with your opinion is petty as fuck

some off them have this "woke and edgy" aura "i'm better than you, youre wrong, im right." "im the anime judge so i know whats a good show and what isnt" (this can be seen everywhere actually, but you can find more of them on twitter :DD)

you get #cancelled for having a different opinion

The death threats O_O (D!3, K¥S)

---shit like that isn't funny at all.

Legal GROWN adults fighting with minors 😆 Im not even kidding. There are fans who are like in their mid 20s and quarrel with minors over drawings AHAHAHA

shipping sasunaru and sasuhina is somewhat illegal?¿¿¿?? (I shit you not, one of my mutuals and i were just making up headcanons about sasuke and hinata being besties and there were like 5-10 people *coughs ss shippers* who jumped in our conversation and spammed us with shit like "ohh but sasuke doesnt know hinata, sasuke doesnt care abt hinata, sasuhina makes no sense" I JUST--- I GAH-- I JSHDAKHF

if you make fun of sasuke being gay, they *coughs ss shippers cough* will spam you with "SASUKE IS STRAIGHT! SASUKE WAS INTIMATE WITH SAKURA! SASUKE AND SAKURA RE MARRIED! SASUKE AND SAKURA FUCKED!" and then spam you with some manga panels

not to generalize an entire fandom but the ss fandom over there is a bit.... rabid

Shipping Sasuke with anyone except Sakura is a crime 😃

there was that jacksepticeye incident where he tweeted abt being 31 episodes in and he made fun of sakura being useless and sakura stans were not having it. They started spamming him with spoilers about the show and everything on anitwt just spiraled downward from there O-O

I love Hinata, I really do but some of her fans have this desire to always shove her in the spotlight and overhype her a bit too much "Hinata is the real heroine of the show!" "Hinata can beat Sakura!" "Hinata can beat Tsunade!" "Hinata shouldve been the female mc not Sakura!"

Now, you must be wondering "But Char, if you hate Narutwt that much, why wont you just deactivate and leave?"

--Well, to be frank, I use twitter as a platform to share my fanart (since I get a lot of clout there hehe~) And in spite of the cesspool, there are still some really chill people over there that i interact with so meh. Plus there are some awesome twitter aus too. I try not to waste too much of my time there to perserve my sanity but its still somewhat enjoyable. But over all, its a shit storm over there--just, just don't do it 😔 save yourself

[denkie]

Diabolik Lovers tag

Thank you very much for linking me to the questionnaire ^u^ @raburabusama​ I’m new to the fandom! I still gotta play Ayato’s, Azusa’s, Yuma’s and Kou’s routes :)

Rules: Answer the questions and tag anyone else you wish to see participate~ Also tag me (@Vampiretsuki) if you do this because I would love to read your answers~!

1.- Who would you rather take to a night club, Carla or Azusa? As much as I love Carla I think he would begin to malfunction, like if someone bumped into him errrr, depending on his mood he might shoot a glare or absolutely cancel them. Or I could bribe him to not get angery with a bunch of ham sammiches. Azusa probably wouldn’t be too impressed either?? But I think he would be much easier to hang with in a environment like that.

2.- In a Science test would you copy Yuma’s test or Ayato’s test? Hmmmmm maybe Yuma’s, he seems like he might be a better student :)

3.- Would you rather have Kino and Azusa or Shin and Laito, as your Butlers? Oh my god how am I supposed to choose... I’m gonna go with Kino and Azusa because I think they have temperaments more suited to being a butler. Plus I get to be with Kino <3 I love Shin and Laito a lot too, it would be so chaotic though lmao

4.- Go on a date with Reiji at a Aquarium or go on a date with Subaru at a Cafe instead? 9000% going with reimji to the aquarium!!! yes let’s talk about aquatic life together! <3

5.- Would you rather go support/see Kou at one of his Concerts or go support/see Shu at one of his Violin Performances? hmmmmmmmm they both sound really fun, but a violin performance sounds more appealing!

6.- In a Math Project would you team up with Ruki and Shin or with Reiji and Yuma? I’m gonna pick Ruki and Shin because I love them, I’m so sorry reimji pls forgive ;-; he is a great teacher too.

7.- Who would you put your bets on, Kanato eating the most chocolates or Ayato eating the most Takoyakis? I think Kanato is more obsessive in what he loves, he would probably win.

8.- Sleep in Carla’s room, Subaru’s room or in Shu’s room? (You have the room to yourself, they aren’t there) Would you peek on their stuff? Carla’s room!!!!!! I wouldn’t touch anything I don’t have permission to. I’d just be looking around at every detail and commit it to memory.

9.- You’re a princess of the Victorian era! Your father has ordered that you have a bodyguard.. who would you choose as your personal bodyguard, Laito or Kou? I’m gonna choose Laito... yeah.. I’m game XD Even though Kou would probably be more thorough at being a bodyguard.

10.- Would you prefer to have Kino in his bat form as your pet or Shin in his wolf form as your pet instead? omg. I can’t choose, whaaaa. I love them! Hmmm.. I guess maybe Shin’s wolf form because.. I can ride on his back XD

11.- Break a fight between Kou and Ayato or between Laito and Kanato? I’m probably going to get absolutely cancelled if I interfere with Kanato, so I choose Kou and ayato, sorry Laito :(

12.- Who would you kiss on the cheek, who would you kiss on the forehead and who would you kiss on the eyelids? Options: Ruki, Subaru, Azusa. Kiss Ruki on the cheek o/////o kiss Subaru on the forehead kiss Azusa on the eyelid :3

13.- Take care of Shu and Reiji in their Chibi form or take care of Subaru and Kino in their Chibi form? Something about having the twins together sounds adorable, Shu and Reimji it is. but also Kino chibi >////<

14.- Sing/Perform in public Laito’s Q.E.D Song or Reiji’s Mr.ButterflyMask song? I’m a terrible singer but I choose Reiji’s Mr. Butterfly Mask song.

15.- Would you rather wear Ruki’s casual outfit or Yuma’s casual outfit? Ruki’s!!! I love his style so much <3<3

16.- Go on a Vacation trip with Shu, Kino and Ayato at a Amusement park or go with Shin, Azusa and Subaru at a Water Amusement Park? Ahhh Kino.... Shin.... I’ll go to the amusement park, but only because I think less fights might happen? I think Shin and Subaru will probably get into heaps of physical fights and smash things.

17.- Would you rather get lost in a forest with Reiji, Kino and Kou or with Ruki, Carla and Kanato? gahh I love 2 in each group..Being with Kanato and trying to think of a solution... I don’t know, he would probably be really high maintenance. I choose Reimji, Kino and Kou.

18.- Who would you cook breakfast for? Who would you make a scarf for? and Who would you do a drawing for? Options: Kou, Azusa, Shu. I shall cook for Kou I am the best at drawing out of those 3.. one portrait of Azusa comin up! and I don’t know how to knit but Shu would look cute with a scarf

19.- Participate in a Circus as Carla’s Knife thrower assistant or go to a Casino with Shin and be offered as a bet/reward by him in the Roulette Wheel game? (So if Shin looses you’ll be taken away by whomever won) Wow okay... I don’t want to be sold off to some random unless its one of the diaboys, probably wont happen. Please don’t let me die Carla! ;-;;;;; x.x

20.- Who would you rather catch by accident taking a shower, Yuma or Kanato? Yuma! Not only would he be nice to see ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but I also don’t want to be stabbed to death lmao

I’d like to tag @diaboyspet  @shusdeliciousneck @askcarla @miss-lynn @jardinsdeminuit I really apologise if you have done this before or if I have annoyed you! Thank you for the quiz @vampiretsuki ^o^

[desteez]

Rollercoaster ~ ATEEZ Yunho

summary: it’s yunho’s birthday and to celebrate, he brings everyone to the amusement park. little do you know that he’s got a plan of his own.

words: 1.8k

note: hiii!! this is the first fic i’ve written like ever. if you read it, i’d really appreciate any feedback or criticism or even a “it was good/bad” cause i have no idea what my writing is like. if this flops…i’ll just assume it was bad 🙈 enjoy!!

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With one eye on your phone, and another on any flies that wandered too close, you sighed as you sat in the shade under the big blue umbrella. You hated amusement parks; the little kids running everywhere, the noisy yelling and screaming of teenagers, the hordes of people swarming here and there — and if that wasn’t enough to make you hate it here, the hair-raising thought of roller coasters and stomach dropping heights sure did. The last time you’d been to an amusement park was years ago. In fact, the only reason you were here today was because it was Yunho’s birthday and he’d wanted to celebrate it here with everyone and knowing how much you hated amusement parks, had practically begged you on his knees in front of everyone until you told him that you’d go. Which was why, you now sat alone at a bench with enough fries, pizzas, hot dogs, fried chicken, chips, lava cakes, and colas to feed a football team in front of you.

As you stuck another ketchup slathered fry in your mouth, you heard Wooyoung’s high piercing voice cut through the crowds of people before you saw him emerge with your other friends.

“Oh My God San, I can’t believe you actually did that??!?”

“Oh come on, I was just thirsty!” San exclaims as you see him flash his signature wink and dimpled smile at Wooyoung before coming to join you at the bench.

Wooyoung takes the seat next to you as he tells you with wide eyes, “Y/N! You won’t believe what San did when we were on the MX! He— “

“He pulled out his water bottle and was drinking water on a rollercoaster,” Yeosang cut in as he pushed Wooyoung over on the bench to sit in the seat in-between the two of you, aka the closest spot on the bench to the fried chicken.

“Ughh you make it sound as if it’s nothing.” Wooyoung rolls his eyes as he deftly snags the chicken leg Yeosang was reaching out for.

“Compared to other things he’s done. I’m surprised that you still get surprised every time he does something out of the ordinary!” Yunho playfully claps Wooyoung on the shoulder, laughing, before sitting down with Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Jongho.

“YesYes, our Sanie is a special one isn’t he,” you coo in San’s direction and get a smile and a vigorous nod back.

You sip on your cola and smile around your straw as you watch your friends laugh and tease each other. You’d known them for less than a year yet it seemed like forever ago when you first met them and they welcomed you into their large group. Your eyes wander across each of their faces feeling a warm smile spreading across your own until your eyes come to rest on Yunho. Yunho was staring off blankly into the distance and hadn’t eaten a bite of the food laid before him.

“Aren’t you hungry birthday boy?” You get no response and the others slowly quiet down to look over at Yunho.

“Yunho?” Hongjoong nudges Yunho’s shoulder with his own breaking the spell.

“Hu— Huh?” Yunho’s eyes flash back to the group and looks around. “Ah sorry, my mind was wandering.” He flashes a sheepish smile and meets your eyes. “Hey Y/N, don’t you want to at least try going on a roller coaster today?”

The onion ring that you were about to eat stopped an inch away as your mouth hung open, “I— I, not really?”

“Oh come on Y/N, it’s really fun and thrilling and not scary at all!” San says.

Yeosang laughs in the midst of eating his fifth chicken. “I don’t think you even know what _scary _means San.”

Yunho gets up and walks around the bench to stand behind you and grasps your arm. “Think of it as your birthday present to me! Let’s try the MX, even Mingi doesn’t think that one’s that bad.”

You look over at Mingi who chokes on his hot dog but gives you a weak smile and a thumbs up.

Looking at Yunho’s wide and inviting eyes, you just couldn’t say no. Sighing you get up from your seat and say, “Let’s get this over with”. The boys all cheer and shout drawing the eyes of passerby’s as you follow Yunho to the MX.

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“Is it really necessary that I try a roller coaster ride today?” You question as you and Yunho stand in line.

“Hmmm… Yes!” Yunho answers and you groan and crouch down. “Y/N, look we’re almost at the front and leaving now would be a pity since we’ve waited for so long.”

Truthfully, you did kind of want to try the rollercoaster and Yunho was right. Looking at how long the line was behind you, you didn’t bake in the sun standing in line for the last 7 minutes for nothing. And looking at the actual rollercoaster, it wasn’t that bad — it really didn’t look that high and you’d only counted 5 steep hills. Yunho helpfully hauls you up by the arm as the line starts moving again.

The two of you finally get to the front of the line and Yunho drags you to the very first cart.

“Ladies first,” he says and you enter first with a roll of your eyes as he takes the seat next to you.

As the voice over the speakers recites it’s safety guidelines Yunho reaches forward and pulls the bar towards the two of you, trapping you to your seat.

“Wa-wAiT,” you stutter, “tHAT’s aLL ThEre iS?” “Isn’t there supposed to be like something that goes over your head like a life vest so you don’t like…FLY OFF?”

Yunho laughs at the worried look on your face. “That’s all there is for this one! It’s part of the thrill of the MX, that there’s really almost nothing keeping you to your seat. Mingi had the exact same reaction you did!”

“Holy there’s no way this is safe! I can’t believe Ming-AHGHH,” you scream as the cart suddenly springs forward. You bring a hand to your mouth in embarrassment when the people behind you snicker. Yunho giggles too and takes your hand away from your mouth and places it on the bar as the cart begins it’s long upward climb.

“It’s really not that bad Y/N! I promise!” Yunho shoots you a smile and you don’t know if it’s the butterflies fluttering in your stomach or the adrenaline coursing through your veins or the fact that Yunho’s hand still warmly grasped yours where it was gripping the safety bar but the sound of your heart beating was too evident in your ears as you stared at Yunho’s smiling side profile.

When you thought about it now, the way you felt about Yunho was different then how you felt about the others. Sometimes you’d catch yourself following his every move with your eyes and he was the only one that could truly make your cheeks turn pink when he teased you. There’d always been … something more. Something that you never dared to think about cause the possibility of the unsaid “if” was dangerous.

Sighing you drag your eyes away from his face to look around only to do a double take at how high you guys were climbing. Your leg starts to bounce up and down in anxiousness as you spot the tiny little dot of the blue umbrella that you were sitting at only 10 minutes ago. Beside you, you hear Yunho take in a shaky and deep breath. “Ah, who’s the scaredy cat now?” You joke in an attempt to shake off the apprehension you were feeling as the cart was almost to the top. Yunho squirms in his seat but flashes you a quick smile. You smile a little to yourself thinking that even goofballs and thrill seekers like Yunho could get butterflies on roller coasters.

The cart stopped as the top was reached and because you were in the first cart, you hung a bit on the other side of the slope, giving you a perfect view of the almost 90 degrees drop to the ground.

Oh my god oh my god you start muttering to yourself as your hands clench around the safety bars. Yunho had moved his hand away and it now sat a few inches away. Would it be okay to grab his hand? you wondered. Why did the roller coaster feel so much higher up than it looked? It’d be over in no time wouldn’t it? The actual possibility of flying off the roller coaster had to be near impossible right? They wouldn’t have designed it this way if it weren’t safe …right?

Over the speakers the countdown to the drop begins and you start chanting oh my god oh my god louder.

5!…You were in no way physically or mentally prepared for the drop that was too come

4!…When you got off, you’d give Yunho his birthday punches right then and there

3!…He deserved that much and more for dragging you here

2!…Holy was there no way to stop this thing??

1!… You couldn’t believe you’d let someone like Yunho persuade you with his puppy-like ey—

“I LOVE YOU Y/N! WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND”

“WHAIT WHAA-ASFAFNAGFAISUFHAFHO”

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As the cart returned back to its starting point you stare straight ahead till it comes to a stop. When the safety bar lifted, you immediately get out on shaky legs and start walking without waiting for Yunho. You couldn’t even remember what it felt like when the roller coaster finally sped down the incline and if you screamed or not. There was only one thing on your mind yet that too seemed a bit fuzzy.

There was no way you heard what you heard. You knew for sure he yelled something at the top before the drop. Gahh knowing him he’d probably proclaimed his love for all golden retrievers around the world. There was no way and no reason for him to have said what you thought he’d said, your ears were playing tricks on you and making you hear what you wanted to hear and you hated yourself for hoping that it wasn’t just your imagination.

You walk back to the blue umbrella with Yunho following closely behind. The others, oblivious to the war you were fighting in your head, were still loudly laughing and teasing each other but became quiet as the two of you approach. You sit down in your seat and casually reach for a fry as everyone looks back and forth between the two of you. Yunho slowly takes his seat too and you can feel his eyes burning into you, questioning why you walked off without him, but you can’t look at his face, you just can’t meet his gaze. Seonghwa lightly clears his throat and you can hear the gears in his mind overworking, trying to find something to say.

It’s Wooyoung who finally breaks the silence and pipes up looking straight at you.

“So, did you say yes??”

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… and then they lived happily ever after …

// by @esdblu | @desteez

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