#to tip his hat down to hide his face when hes trying to be Genuine or Thoughtful or Poignant. and i enjoy that little touch

[larrythefloridaman]

WOAH, HE'S BIGENDER? I DIDN'T KNOW THAT!

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Hi! I love everything you write about SOC and CK! Why do you think in SOC chapter 2 Inej says Kaz had done his best to teach her how to pick locks, but then in CK, Kaz says he'd done a "shoddy job" teaching her how to pick locks (this is when Inej is casing Van Eck's house and discovers they installed Skylar locks).

Also, it baffles me that Kaz has the presence of mind to call Inej an investment after she's been stabbed and is bleeding to death in his arms ("I protect my investments"). Would you consider creating a post analyzing just the stabbing scene? (For example: was it Kaz that caught Inej's ankle or one of the Black Tips? What do you think Kaz was thinking when he saw Inej face-down on the crate with a knife poised against her heart? And Rotty saying there was "enough blood to paint a barn red").

Thanks so much!

Thanks, I’m so glad you like the posts!! Those are both really interesting ideas so I’d absolutely love to let you know my thoughts on them!

With the way Inej sees Kaz as having done “his best to teach her” about picking locks whilst Kaz describes himself as having done “a shoddy job” of it, I think this is actually quite indicative of their relationship dynamic in a lot of ways. Both put the other on a pedestal in a lot of ways, but Kaz more often glorifies Inej and almost finds it difficult to accept that she, like anyone else, has flaws. I think that in this way, Inej sees Kaz as having done “his best” because she sees her inability to pick the Skylar locks as her failing rather than his, whereas Kaz is incapable of admitting that she could possible fail at anything so it must be his fault for failing to teach her well enough instead.

The “protect my investments” like is always interesting, and I think it’s absolutely because it’s a defence mechanism. Kaz uses sarcasm as a defence mechanism when he says “Darling Inej, treasure of my heart, won’t you do me the honour of acquiring me a new hat” to hide his genuine feelings towards her, and I think the investments line can be considered an extension of this. As well as Inej being vulnerable in this scene for obvious reasons, Kaz is also incredibly vulnerable; he’s carrying Inej, having to touch her to do so which we know he can find difficult even with his gloves on particularly when he’s touching someone for a long period of time, he’s running whilst carrying her and presumably holding his cane as well which is of course incredibly taxing from a physical standpoint, and he is absolutely terrified for her life in a way he never has been before. This is arguably the first time Kaz is forced to directly face his feelings for Inej, and when that comes in such a stressful moment when he is already so vulnerable, I wouldn’t consider it at all surprising that he finds support in these defence mechanisms to separate himself from her. I could talk about the stabbing scene for DAYS, and I absolutely think that Inej’s “kind steel” blade is something that we should talk about far more often because I think it’s something we really skim over as a fandom, but without going into too much detail on Inej herself in this scene I would argue that the “kind steel” is one of the things Kaz finds most frightening in this moment. Inej’s lifting the blade to her own chest is suddenly not just about watching someone else be responsible for her death, but actually facing the possibility that she would be willing to die for Kaz. Kaz is not only in this moment forced to consider the idea of losing her, he is also forced to consider what her willingness here means in terms of her feelings towards him - he arguably feels just as she does,m when she questions whether he’s concerned for her well-being or the success of the job: is she trying to protect me, or is she trying to protect herself and the Dregs? Inej would be protecting Kaz by stopping herself from revealing his secrets, but she’d also be protecting herself from torture at the hands of Oomen and the Black Tips. Of course there is a massive other dimension to this moment about Inej’s mental well-being and her willingness to raise the blade - Kaz literally had to wrestle it out of her hands - but I don’t think I could do that justice without delving deep into Inej’s trauma and the rest of this scene, so I won’t do it here because this is already pretty long and I have more to say yet, but if anyone is interested let me know.

“There was enough blood to paint a barn red” -ohhhhhhh how I love this moment and everything it says about Inej’s relationship with the Dregs!! I’m actually so glad you mentioned this one. So this phrase is about Kaz attacking the Black Tips after they injured Inej, and I think that Rotty’s colloquial characterisation of this shows the way the Barrel desensitises its citizens to violence, particularly emphasised by the only people struggling with violence at this stage are Wylan, who has never known large scale conflict, and Matthias, who only knows military not this crazed melee. It particularly emphasises that the Dregs are desensitised to Kaz’s mad rages and violence; I think we can assume he killed a minimum of three people here, but none of them are particularly surprised or phased by it. But this casual, rough colloquialism could also imply that Rotty isn’t particularly concerned for Inej, everyone else is terrified and on edge but he seems to be no different to usual. I think this, in part, is a result of the way Inej and the rest of the Dregs are marginally separate from each other and she feels that she doesn’t fit in with them. They don’t seem to show the same familial dynamic that have with Jesper or want to have with Kaz around her, and she questions whether they’d really have any respect for a girl “just two years out the Menagerie” and comments on the way she hides the scars where she cut her tattoo off even though “they all knew it was there”. Once she reawakens on the boat she noticed how many people say hi to her and seem happy to see her back, and Jesper points out that nearly sacrificing yourself for everyone is a great way to make friends, showing that this idea of them seeing her as not being the same as them - probably only enhanced by her lack of tattoo - has been rescinded.

[emmajh97-mumaji]

Ducky to Have You

Charlie discovers her Dad's rubber duck collection and is horrified; wholesomeness ensues.

Charlie hadn't been back to her dad's house in years... Ever since she started the Hotel project, she had simply been too busy to ever check on him. And... she was regretting it.

Charlie was aghast at the absolute STATE of this place. Rubber. ducks. EVERYWHERE. Piles and piles of the little rubber bird bois... in every drawer, on every surface, in every variety.

Charlie tip-toed around the hoard of billed buddies until she finally saw him-- Lucifer. Sitting at his work table... in the middle of painting the eyes on ANOTHER duck.

"Dad?!" Lucifer nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned to face her, "CHARLIE?!"

"Whpghdl- wh- whatare you doinghere?!" Lucifer stumbled on his words, arms flailing as panic flashed across his face. "To help you move into the new hotel?!" Charlie replied with exasperation, "Remember? We talked about it yesterday!" Lucifer could barely hear her over the sound of his internal screaming, "Haha-- rightrightright..." His eyes darted across the room, 'Nonononono how could I forget?! How could I let her see this-?! DAMNIT DEPRESSION...!'

Lucifer 'nochalantly' grabbed his cane and started backing away towards the door, "W-well I'll just go and start packing then--" But Charlie grabbed the end of the staff, "Dad!" Lucifer stopped, looking at her like a pet that had just been caught chewing on something they shouldn't. Charlie had been trying to think of a nicer way of putting it, but she couldn't-- "You've been LIVING like this?!!" "I- uh--" Lucifer pulled his cane away, "Like what?" he laughed nervously. Charlie deadpanned, "The ducks, dad."

"Haha? Whaaat?" Lucifer began sweeping a particularly large rubber duck under a rug, "Th-these?" Charlie frowned with complete seriousness, "Mom told me you make rubber ducks when you're stressed..." Lucifer's heart sank deeper into his stomach, "S-she did, did she?" Charlie's chest ached as she fully processed what was happening... she choked up, "If you've been having such a hard time, why didn't you say anything?!"

'Because of this exact thing happening...' Lucifer thought as he saw Charlie's face, 'A father isn't supposed to make his daughter worry like this...' He tried his best to hide his guilt with the usual bravado, "Oh Charlie, don't worry so much! I'm the KING of HELL! I don't have hard times! Haha--" Charlie wasn't having it, though. She crossed her arms, shooting him a serious look. Lucifer sighed, accepting defeat. He pulled the brim of his tophat over his face in shame, "I'm sorry..."

Charlie didn't fully understand how her dad's mind worked, but ever since their heart-to-heart before the Heaven meeting, she had a general idea of his inner struggles. She didn't know what to say at the moment, so... she put a hand on his shoulder, and smiled consolingly. Lucifer still felt awful, but he calmed down a bit... it didn't seem like Charlie was going to judge him harshly for this. The two came to a silent truce... and continued on to the matter at hand. Packing.

They proceeded to dig through the rubber ducky piles for Lucifer's belongings... "I know you like ducks, but..." Charlie finally spoke up as she fished out a sun hat, "Isn't this... a bit much...?" "Huh? Oh. Yeah, I just... It started because... Well, I wanted to make the perfect wittle ducky." Lucifer explained, taking the hat and putting it in a suitcase, "Something that would make you smile... something as special to you..." He smiled warmly at her, "...As you are to me." Charlie was genuinely touched, "Aww... dad..." For so long she had assumed he didn't care about her, but more and more she was realizing just how much he did.

Lucifer took the mood back down as he looked at the floor, dejected, "...but none of them were ever good enough." He squeaked one of the duckies anxiously, "I kept iterating, but no matter what I tried-- I..." He bit his lip, unable to admit those last words as he smacked the duck into the floor, "...anyway, eventually it just became a nervous habit." Charlie frowned, "Dad..." The two averted their gazes from each other, continuing to pick through the ducky hordes...

Then... Charlie saw something that made her smile. Along with the pair of shoes she was looking for, Charlie picks up one of the ducks. "Hey Dad..." "Yeah?" "You don't have to worry about making any more ducks for me." "Huh?" "You already made a perfect one." Lucifer was completely taken aback, tripping over a duck pile as he turned to face her, "I have? How? Where??!"

Charlie walked over to her father, took his hands... and deposited in them the rubber ducky. Oh. Lucifer remembers this one. The white color, the multiple wings, the little apple tophat... this particular rubber ducky had been crafted in his own image. It wasn't magical, it didn't spit fire, but... Charlie grinned at him so sweetly it made his heart melt, "This one is my favorite."

Lucifer's eyes welled up. Ever since Lilith left, he had been afraid. Afraid that he was a killjoy who would never recover from his fall. Afraid that he ruined everything he touched... including Charlie's life. Lucifer was an angel of creation, a powerful King of Hell-- he could and would give Charlie anything she ever wanted. But the only thing she wanted was the one thing he was afraid to give her... her dad.

Holding his rubber ducky doppelgänger close to his chest, Lucifer smiled... Charlie gasped in awe as, with a dramatic TAP of his cane, Lucifer sent out a wave of sorcerous magic-! All the remaining rubber ducks began to glow... before EXPLODING into a beautiful swirl of sparkling golden dust!! It was like a gorgeous fireworks display, giving the whole house a warm shimmer. It dissipated... leaving the house sparse and duck-less.

After getting over the spectacle, Charlie took a sharp breath-- "But Dad, all your work...!" Lucifer reassured her, "It's all right, Charlie..." He opened his hands... and returned to her his self-portrait ducky. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he smiled, "I don't need them, anymore."

From that point on, Charlie kept this little ducky of her father on her bedside table. And in Lucifer's room of the new-and-improved Hazbin Hotel-- he proudly displayed a rubber ducky replica of his beloved Charlie.

~ 💛🦆💛 ~

[endlessnightlock]

For the lovely @b-boop5 who requested this prompt

6. Hey, calm down. It’s okay.

Post epilogue Mockingjay

“I should have grabbed my hat,” Peeta murmurs under his breath. He tips his head back, trying to prevent the beads of sweat forming at his hairline from running down his forehead and into his eyes. His hands are coated in a layer of dirt from the garden and he’d rather not leave brown streaks on his face. Although it might keep his face from burning to a crisp the way it seems to do.

The sky was cloudy when he and Leavitt meandered outside an hour ago, father to work on weeding the garden, son to busy himself with the sort of things that five year old children do on a pleasant summer day---mostly an assortment of everything and nothing. But now the heat was intensifying, and once he finished weeding this row of beans, Peeta planned to gather his son and make him drink a glass of water even if he was resistant to going inside. 

“Daddy!”

Peeta’s head snaps up. Realizing Leavitt isn’t just calling for him out of excitement but genuine fear, he drops the garden hoe, moving slower than he’d like. Years of wearing a prosthetic have taken their toll on his lower half, leaving him with a stiff gait but he ignores the twinge in his knee and the stiffness in his hips and takes off in a fast jog for the far side of the house.

He finds Leavitt halfway up an oak tree, stout sun-browned legs hanging off either side of a thick branch. Realizing this is no immediate life-or-death emergency, Peeta pauses to grasp the hem of his shirt and lift it to his face, wiping away the sweat. “What are you doing up there buddy?” he asks.

Leavitt sighs. “I’m stuck,” he says. “Followed a bird this far. Couldn’t go no farther. Bird flew away and left me here.”

Peeta has to cover his mouth to hide the laughter threatening to spill out. Leavitt is such a serious little guy, and he hates to be laughed at. 

"I know Momma ain’t home and you can’t climb, but I don’t know how to get down,” he goes on, voice wobbling, and Peeta realizes he’s more upset than he’s letting on. 

“Calm down. It’s okay,” he reassures his son, adjusting his position until he’s directly beneath him. “Tell you what we’ll do, when I tell you to let go, you let go and I’ll catch you. Sound good?”

Leavitt smiles. “Okay Daddy.”

[jack-the-nibbler]

Delectable Specimen

Sneaking through the lair of an infamous mad scientist probably isn’t the best idea. Particularly if a few of his concoctions can make you too tasty to resist. It’s a frightening punishment...but will it be as terrifying the second time?

Fandom: Skylanders

Words: 2,551

When you took this mission, you hadn’t expected anything to go too terribly wrong. 

It looked simple enough. You and your Skylander companion just had to infiltrate Dr. Krankcase’s lair and sabotage his machinery to prevent another enchanted woods from being bulldozed and used to build more evil wooden minions. You hadn’t expected a sudden cloud of smog to send the airship you were on reeling, accidentally sending you tumbling off to the ground below.

Against common sense, you’d decided to trudge ahead instead of waiting for Camo to find you. Without a weapon or Skylander, you were forced to hide and run past any Chompies or Evilikin that patrolled the area. A lot of wandering later, you stumbled upon an imposing mill. Again, against your better judgment, you chose to slip inside through a side door.

You were immediately smacked with the oppressive smell of the workshop. Vats and containers of bubbling goo were everywhere, smelling like a foul mixture of rancid milk, vomit, and decade-old cheese. You fanned away the fumes, cautiously walking in. Maybe there was a safe place you could stay until your Skylander showed up.

That proved to be your biggest mistake. As you carefully weaved around open, caustic cauldrons, there was a distant tapping. It sounded closer the further you walked. Was some Evilikin waiting to get the drop on you? The clicking suddenly sped up, like someone tapping their foot. It finally brought your attention to a figure on ledge above, illuminated by a glass container of glowing goo.

Perched right above you was the very inventor you’d been sent to take down, Dr. Krankcase. His green, frog-like face was twisted into a sharp-toothed smirk, a tall, red top hat adding to his surprisingly imposing stature. Your eyes were drawn to his most defining feature: five mechanical, wooden spider legs that made up his lower half. That, and the goo gun he had aimed right at you.

“I had a hunch we’d get some uninvited guests, but a genuine Portal Master? Now that’s a real prize!” He exclaimed. “Just come with me, and you won’t get hurt!” Fat chance at that-you ran for it, prompting him to open fire. Green goo splattered around your feet, trying to trap or slow you. Cringing, you shook the gunk off before diving under a table, just out of sight.

Krankcase jumped down, immediately going on the hunt. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched him inspect the area. Mercifully, he didn’t check under the table. You crawled out, still trembling from how close that had been. You had to find somewhere better to hide. But as you moved to stand, you bumped the slightly rickety table. A small, haphazardly placed cauldron wobbled on its stand before tipping.

You cried out as the pot fell on you, splashing you with minty-green colored goo. It thankfully wasn’t very hot, but you had to get this stuff off. Unfortunately, the noise had been more than enough to alert Dr. Krankcase to your location. There was nowhere to run as he came charging back at breakneck speed.

“There you are!” Krankcase exclaimed, only to freeze when he saw you covered in goo. “Wait, what did you do?!” He ran at you, closing the distance in seconds. Your stomach dropped, ignoring how his expression had swiftly gone from malicious to panicked.

“Stay away from me!” You yelled, backing away from him. But your two legs had no hope of outrunning his five mechanical ones, and within moments the mad doctor had you in his grasp. You tried to struggle away, but he kept grabbing you and trying to clean you off with a ragged towel.

“Stop fighting! Don’t you get it??” he said. “I just cooked up that batch today! It’s a brand new, untested mix! Not even I have any idea what effects it’ll have!”

Your blood ran cold at that. If he didn’t know what that concoction was capable of, then what would happen to you? What kind of toxins were seeping into your body? Were you going to turn into some kind of horrible mutant? You stared up at Krankcase with wide eyes…was your sight failing, or was he always that tall? Actually, his hands grasped more of your body.

“W-Wait, are you getting bigger?” you asked. The doctor looked over you, nervously chewing his thumb for a moment.

“On the contrary, my dear…you appear to be getting smaller.” he said. As you processed this, you shrank down to the size of a mouse. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so vulnerable. The doctor placed you on the table, needing a moment to collect himself.

You curled up on the wooden surface, covering your face. It would be one thing if you’d just been accidentally shrunken down. But you were completely at the mercy of a Doom Raider, one of the most notorious villains in Skylands. Yes, he was admittedly more polite than the others, but there were still countless things he could do to you. All you could do was hope that Camo would find you before the doctor decided to do something worse than hold you captive.

Meanwhile Dr. Krankcase was just as frazzled as you were. Not only was a Skylander likely charging through his workshop, but he was stuck with their shrunken Portal Master. Though the way he saw it, you deserved it for breaking into his workshop and threatening to wreck his whole operation, not to mention tipping over a vat of his precious goo. Perhaps he could just keep you in a jar or box for now. You’d be a good bargaining chip against the Skylanders…

That’s when a small, peculiar smell hit him. It was fresh and sweet; a sharp contrast to the caustic chemicals and reeking mixes he constantly worked with. Was that a side effect of the goo? He had to admit, it made you smell rather…appetizing. A smirk slowly crept onto his face. Slight change of plans, he thought, leaning down to take another whiff of you.

You were so busy sulking that you barely noticed Krankcase leaning in closer. He started sniffing you, blasting you with his warm breath. It felt weird, but oddly kind of nice. The warmth suddenly intensified, before something wet and slimy laved up your back. When you looked back, his pink tongue slipped up along your front, drenching you in drool.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” you yelled. Dr. Krankcase only chuckled, giving you another slimy lick.

“Just giving you a taste, for curiosity’s sake,” he said. “I think I know just what to do with you.” That hungry glint in his eyes, paired with that toothy smirk and a lick of his lips had dread pooling in your stomach. He was just trying to scare you, wasn’t he? But he was reaching for you now, the same way you’d grab for a snack. “Now just hold still. This won’t hurt a bit!”

You screamed and tried to run, but there was nowhere to go. He grabbed you with zero effort, lifting you to a dangerous height from your perspective. He was going to eat you! You kicked and slammed your fist against his leather glove; efforts that were barely noticed.

“No, no, you can’t do this! The Skylanders will come beat you to a pulp and save me!” you cried.

“Oh, I’m aware. I just figured this is the best place I could keep you! Not to mention a fitting way to punish a meddling Portal Master!” he exclaimed. He gave you a few more licks before dangling you above his mouth. “Now then, down the hatch!”

You screamed as he dropped you, a part of you fearing that you’d take a deadly fall to the floor. Instead you landed on his soft tongue, barely managing not to slide towards his throat. This relief was short-lived; you were already wet with saliva, and Krankcase’s tongue was already wrapping around you, making sure you were nice and coated for the trip down.

You whimpered, softly begging him not to swallow, but you knew it was pointless. These villains were all the same, after all. Those few minutes of being tasted felt like hours; being swallowed was almost welcome. But as he tilted his head back, you scrambled to get a grip on something, anything. You didn’t want to be a mad scientist’s snack!

“K-Krankcase, please have mercy just this once!” But he merely chuckled, a flick of his tongue sending you into his throat. In a last ditch effort to be spit out, you managed to grab onto his uvula. Krankcase coughed, and for a moment there was a bit of hope. The tab of flesh was slippery, though; all it took was a single, strong gulp to send you to his belly.

It was difficult to struggle, given how the gullet muscles hugged you. The soft, slick surface had no trouble pushing you deeper into his body. After what felt like an eternity of being squeezed downwards, you slid down into the fleshy pouch of his stomach. The pink walls had a light green glow, keeping you from being in complete darkness.A sigh of satisfaction came from above.

“Nice try, Portal Master, you almost had me! If it’s any consolation, you were absolutely delicious.” Krankcase patted his gut and cackled. You gritted your teeth, kicking a nearby wall. There wasn’t much impact, given how slippery the stomach lining was, but you didn’t care. You just kept kicking and struggling with all your might, hoping to make your captor sick. This earned you another laugh from above. “Woah, easy down there! That tickles!” he said.

There was a slight pressure from outside, and it took you a moment to realize that he was rubbing his belly. You really were just a snack to Krankcase, weren’t you? Just a pesky intruder reduced to a tasty morsel. To make matters worse, Camo had no idea where you were. You could be partially or even completely digested by the time the plant dragon showed up. How would he react to Krankcase gloating about your slimy fate? Completely defeated, you laid along the curve of his stomach and wept.

Dr. Krankcase gave a small burp, licking the last of your taste from his lips. He’d admittedly never given much thought to eating people-that was something a couple of his fellow Doom Raiders preferred-but it was more fun than he’d thought! He’d have to do this again sometime! Just as he was about to get back to work, Krankcase faintly heard you crying. Serves you right…but why did he feel just a little bad? He tried to ignore it, but you just kept sobbing in anticipation of a gruesome end.

“Hey…come on, don’t cry,” he said. “You’ll be fine, I promise. I know I’m a pretty bad guy, but I’m not that cruel.” You brought yourself to look up, wiping tears and slime from your face. You really didn’t want to believe him. What if he was trying to give you false hope? He did sound genuine, though. You had no choice but to settle in, feeling him pat his stomach. “There we go. Now sit tight and let the doctor do his work.” With that, he scuttled off back into the depths of the mill.

It was humiliating, really, having to sit in a villain’s gut while he got to work plotting more destruction. At least it wasn’t dark in there. Plus there was the hope that maybe he wasn’t lying about you being safe. At the moment all you could really do was get comfortable and wait. Admittedly not too hard given how cushy his gut was…even with the smell of pickles.

Ultimately Krankcase would keep his word. You were trapped in his gut for quite some time, but not a bit of you melted. The eventual fight with Camo did throw you around, but the soft lining of the doctor’s gut kept you from taking much damage. Soon, with him and his machinery damaged, Krankcase had no choice but to reluctantly cough you up.

You shivered in Camo’s hold, the dragon’s red eyes wide in shock-and some disgust from the slime you were covered in. He decided against cracking any jokes at your expense, given how shaken you were. Instead he wiped you off as best he could before swallowing you down. You settled into his leafy-feeling stomach, soothed by the familiarity. There was certain to be a spell that could return you to normal size at the academy, but this experience would stick with you…

~

A couple years had passed, and your imprisonment in the mad doctor’s belly had mostly become a distant memory. Since then, a few of the apprehended villains had been given a chance to reform and go on to train the next generation of Skylanders. Dr. Krankcase had been one of them, which admittedly made you a little nervous. Even after his rehabilitation ended, there was still a degree of awkwardness between you both.

It was well into the night by now. You probably should have been getting ready for bed, but you just sat at your desk with a book. Minutes ticked by as you did your best to fight off the slowly growing drowsiness. Suddenly, the familiar clicking of wooden spider legs made you perk up. Krankcase slowly opened the door, smiling as he let himself in.

“Ah, there you are. Guess I’m not the only one who can’t afford to sleep around here.” he said, crawling up to your side. “I hope you’ve been alright, Portal Master.” That brought a small smile to your face.

“I’m doing just fine, Doc.” you said. There was a nervousness in his stance that you couldn’t exactly place. Like he was steeling himself to deliver some bad news.

“Hey…you remember that little incident, right?” he asked. Ah yes…you could never truly forget, especially whenever he looked even a little peckish.

“Yeah, that was terrifying.” you said. He’d already apologized for it a while back, and you really didn’t hold it against him too much. It made you wonder why he was bringing it up again, so nervously too. Unless…he’d heard about how some of the Skylanders tended to swallow you to protect you, or even just for the hell of it. You looked up at him, and the anxious grin he wore said everything.

“Yeah, about that…I did have the recipe written down, and managed to concoct a growth mix to go with it. Both perfectly harmless, I assure you.” Krankcase said, rolling a vial over to you. You picked up the vial, looking at the minty green goo contained inside. It was perfectly clear what he wanted. You remembered the fear…but also how soft and warm it was inside. And it’s not like you weren’t used to being swallowed. Maybe…it wouldn’t be so bad now? The doctor’s legs fidgeted as he took a breath.

“So…you wanna try it again?”

Krankcase would end up claiming your bed that night. After all, you didn’t exactly need it when you were tucked into the warm, slimy folds of his softly gurgling gut. You slept soundly that night, fully trusting him to keep you safe now.

[ramzawrites]

requesting an angsty fic where reader is schlatts kid and they have the same features as him, namely the horns so people avoid them because of what schlatt did, it leads to reader hating their horns and cutting them off/ ripping them out and someone finds them crying, covered in blood with their horns just on the ground or smth, set after schlatts death btw

A Painful Reminder - Dad!Schlatt and Reader - Part 1

Part 2

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Quackity, Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt, (mentioned) Techno

Warnings: self harm (destroying own horns with a blunt object), mention of blood, abondenment, depression, cursing

Series: an angst request!

Summary: Y/N is the child of Schlatt and after his death tried their best to deal with the grief. Hoping to connect with people only to painfully realize that their horns are a painful reminder to everyone for Schlatt’s rule and therefore try to stay as far as possible from them.

Words count: 2428

Authors Note: I hope this is fine! I struggled a bit with it and I think you can tell, I apologize for that. I’m honestly not that good with angst but if you enjoy it I’m happy!! Please give me feedback on how to get better at angst :o

I love you guys and please take care of yourself 💙

After Schlatt died and Pogtopia effectively won the war against Manberg only for the nation to get blown up by Wilbur, the people tried their best to rebuild with the help of Tubbo as the new president.

There was a new sense of hope that swept through the nation. They all suffered greatly to get to this place but this was a turning point for most. A time for healing. A time for rebuilding what was lost. A time for grief.

While Y/N spent most of their time building up their own home inside L’Manberg, they were struggling a lot with grief.

They mourned for the loss of the only parent they had in their life, Schlatt.

The president of Manburg, the tyrant that died surrounded by his enemies inside a van. The only parent of Y/N.

The relationship between the two was complicated to say the least. Deep inside they still loved their father but he brought so much pain and even bloodshed on people that they couldn’t in good conscience support him.

For the longest time they tried their best trying to persuade him, that he would change his way but he never listened. Either too full with his own ego or too drunk to care. The last straw that broke the camel’s back for Y/N was when Schlatt ordered Tubbo’s execution.

The emotions they felt while they yelled and wailed at Schlatt to stop this madness was still fresh in their mind whenever their thoughts lingered back to that day. Quackity had to  physically restrain and pull them back on Schlatt’s orders.

It was the moment they realized that there was no way for them to reach Schlatt anymore. He was set in his way and nothing could change that.

After their death to Technoblade’s blood lust during the festival, they ran away and spoke with Tommy. Y/N didn’t want to kill Schlatt but they saw in Pogtopia a chance to stop him. Make him see what he has done. Make him responsible for his actions.

Only this never came to pass. Schlatt died inside a dirty van. A heart attack or a stroke. Y/N didn’t know, nor did they care. He was dead either way.

While everyone was rebuilding and trying to fall back into a normal day to day life. Y/N was lost. They didn’t feel particularly close to anyone nor did the other seem to trust them. Their eyes were always drawn towards Y/N’s horns resting on their head.

During Schlatt’s rule they became somewhat of a symbol. A symbol for himself, for pain, for blood, for tyranny. So when Y/N walked around town the others couldn’t help but stare at these oh so similar horns that reminded them of a past best forgotten.

It made Y/N unsure of themself. It was a physical proof of their connection to their father. It was a double edged sword. In the past they loved that they inherited similar Hybrid traits like their father but now it was the reason why everyone seemed to avoid them.

The people wanted to move on but these damn horns pulled them back whenever their eyes fell on them. Y/N wasn’t stupid. They noticed this pretty fast.

Hell, if anything the funeral was the best proof for that. Bad tried his best to keep everyone under control and have a proper funeral but everyone was too busy celebrating. Talking about stealing his bones. Destroying a picture of him.

All while Y/N sat in the back. They had hoped they could use this funeral as a way to finally say goodbye, let go off the pain and regret but all this chaos just made them realize that the people will never properly accept them due to their relation with Schlatt.

Schlatt may have put all of the people through a horrible and unforgivable time but he effectively snuffed out any chance for Y/N to live a normal life between these people. This legacy of his for Y/N stung almost deeper than all the time he insulted them or flat out ignored them. It made them wonder if he ever realized what he did to his own child. Even if he did Y/N wasn’t sure he cared enough to do anything about it.

Y/N wrung their hands as they stood in front of Niki’s and Puffy’s flower shop. The money ready in their hands so this transaction could happen faster but even so they were too nervous to step in.

After some mental pep talk they finally slowly pushed the wooden door open. To their horror it begun creaking which made them wince. There was no way Niki hasn’t noticed them walking in seeing how she stood at the counter but still Y/N didn’t want to put more attention on themself than they absolutely had to.

“Oh.” Was all Niki said. She almost sounded disappointed. Y/N realized that she probably would have happily greeted anyone else coming into the shop but them.

Their eyes were glued to the ground. As they suddenly became overly aware of their horns, it felt like their weight increased immensely. Almost as if they tried to press down on Y/N. It made them feel as small and worthless as possible under the gaze of other people.

Y/N put the money on the counter as soon as they reached it “A full bouquet of purple hyacinth, please.”

“Alright.” Niki immediately moved away in order to make the bouquet ready. Though Y/N didn’t watch, they were now staring at the wood of the counter. Following he natural lines of it with their eyes as they patiently waited.

After a few minutes Niki placed the flowers in front of Y/N which pulled them out of their thoughts and made them look up. Niki forced a smile on but she still looked almost stern. Soft crevices building up as her eyebrows formed a painful frown.

“This is too much.” Niki begun pushing some of the money back towards Y/N but they shook their head.

“It’s a tip.”

Picking the flowers up into their arms they tried to put on a genuine smile before turning around to walk out of the shop.

Before they exited the shop they could hear Niki say a soft “Thanks.”

That was basically how every conversation with anyone went. Only short and the most necessary words. At first Y/N tried to start genuine conversation but they soon noticed how the others wouldn’t react. Just trying to get as fast as possible through this conversation. Their eyes always directed on Y/N’s horns.

After Y/N placed the flowers in front of Schlatt’s grave, like they did every week, they made their way towards the river.

Sometimes they would spend their time there since it’s a bit farther away from the city, so it was rare to see someone else hanging out there. Y/N mostly used this place to fish in peace. If they fished anywhere near the others their stares and frowns weighed too heavy down on them.

As they sat at the bank of the river, preparing their fishing line, their eyes fell unto their own reflection.

Dark circles adorned their eyes from their countless restless nights. Only falling asleep after hours of crying.

They couldn’t help but put the blame on their horns. Their god damn horns. Y/N hated them. Hated them so much. What would their life be like without them? Would the others still eye them so incredibly cautiously? Would they give Y/N a chance? After all Y/N was vocal about the fact that they didn’t support any of Schlatt’s decisions. For the longest time they tried to help the others through the hard times!

Yet, now as he was dead, they only showed Y/N the cold shoulder. If it wasn’t Y/N themself then the reason has to entirely lay on the horns. It was a too strong reminder of Schlatt.

A sob escaped Y/N’s lips. Tears now falling down their cheeks onto the green grass. No one was around so they didn’t mind crying loudly like this.

It was just so unfair. They did everything they could and yet all they reaped was disdain from the people and in a sick twist Y/N couldn’t even fault them for it. Whenever they saw their own reflection, their own eyes would be drawn to their dark horns after all.

Back in the day they were always happy looking at them but now they were the reason for Y/N being abandoned by everyone. They used to be somewhat good friends with Quackity due to his position as Schlatt’s Vice President and even he ignored them as soon as Schlatt was dead.

They had no one and at fault were these stupid, ugly horns.

Y/N let the fishing rod fall to the ground as they continued staring at their reflection. Trembling as they sobbed. Feeling so lonely with no way out.

What could they do? Put on a hat? There is no hat big enough to hide their horns. No, the horns had to go. There was no other way.

Shakily their hand snaked through the grass towards the water. Slowly submerging it into the ice cold liquid as the hand continued searching for something. As their hand landed on a stone that fit perfectly in their palm they held it in front of their face. Inspecting it.

As if to test it they softly tapped the stone against the tip of their horn. Their head moving with it. It felt weird. It didn’t hurt, of course, but it was still a weird feeling as the soft vibration traveled through it.

Letting out a shaky breath they reached back with their arm. The stone in an iron grip.

They hated this.

They hated everything about this but what could they possibly do? What could they do to get a proper chance at a normal conversation with Niki while buying flowers? A proper chance to talk with Quackity again, the man who was right there with them as all the bullshit happened.

All they wanted was a real chance to connect with people.

Y/N let out a sobbing scream as the stone collided with their horn, ripping off a good part of the tip.

It softly splashed into the water. Getting stuck between rocks, slowly rocking with the water stream.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” They stammered between sobs as they once again pulled their arm back in order to strike the horn again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

Their arm and hand hurt from constantly colliding with the hard material. A huge headache was now spreading through their head as they were sitting between broken pieces of what used to make up their horn.

But they weren’t done yet. The other side had to go as well.

With every new blow their whimpers would increase as well. At first a result of their hopelessness but it soon turned into an expression of pain. But they couldn’t give up. They had to keep going.

They had to get rid off this legacy Schlatt left them with.

After a particularly harsh blow they suddenly felt something warm slide down the side of their head.

Letting the stone fall down onto the ground they frantically stared at their own reflection in the water. It was blood.

Shocked they let out a shaky laugh. As much as it hurt and was horrible to look at, there weren’t any rest pieces of the horn resting on their head. So they picked the rock back up and with a blood curdling scream they slammed it into the other horn again, trying to get rid of the rest properly.

And it worked.

They were light headed from the pain, bleeding and crying but the horns were gone.

They were finally free of the curse.

“Finally.” They mumbled to themself only to finally take the time to rest and cry. They cried their god damn heart out. It was as if all the stress from the last couple of months finally jumped off their back.

Y/N’s back hit the soft ground as they slammed back, staring at the leaves up above them. Dancing with the wind and only occasionally giving away to the sun that was shining down on them.

Dark red blood staining the green grass. Their eyes growing heavier the more they continued to cry and hyperventilate. This pain is nothing. From this point on everything has to get better. It has to.

There was an audible gasp.

It wasn’t Y/N but they were too tired to look where it came from.

“Y/N? What the hell did you do? What happened? By Ender you are bleeding!” it was a male voice. Quackity? They weren’t too sure. Too delirious to tell.

Strong hands fell on their arms and pushed them up in a sitting position. Their head rolled back and they finally looked into Quackity’s pale face. So, they were right after all.

One of his arms went around their back in order to hold the crying Y/N upright as he took a better look at the wounds.

“I have to get you to someone who knows how to make healing pots. Maybe regeneration? Hell if I know. Did you do this? Your hands are covered in blood.” He was frantic.

Y/N shakily moved their hands up in order to grab Quackity’s hand that was holding their head in place and pushed it away from them, smearing his hand with their own blood “Don’t worry. I freed myself. The horns are gone. Now, you guys don’t have to be reminded of him anymore. We can all finally live in peace. No more reminders to him.”

Quackity’s eyes widened. His mouth opened up in an expression of pure shock. He hated that he could tell immediately what they meant exactly. After the war he did avoid them as much as he could. As Y/N said they, or rather their horns, reminded him too much of Schlatt and he needed time to heal but he never imagined this could lead to this.

He felt incredibly guilty. Realizing that he never really thought about what everyone’s behavior did to Y/N.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll find a way to help you.” His arm went under Y/N’s legs and with some straining he managed to get back up, holding them in his arms. Y/N leaned their head against Quackity’s chest, staining it with their blood in the process.

“See. It’s already working.” They whispered just before passing out.

“Fuck.” Quackity had to find someone who knew how to heal them as soon as possible. Jogging back into the city calling frantically out for help.

[sweetpxxches]

✨Hcs or a small one shot, if you write those!✨ Just a cute thing of Tabi and a really good friend (y/n),t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶’̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶c̶r̶u̶s̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶, engaging in a war or sorts: trying to make each other laugh or chicken out, with dirty jokes and being suggestive..Mayyybe it ends with them deciding to give into their feelings, and there’s a lil sex time? 👀

A moment of grace.

Contains: Smut!

"Tabi, is everything okay?" Was the first thing he heard when he was too busy spacing out when he was gazing upon your face, you unnoticed of his stare up until now. His body jolted, his head immediately jerking away in attempts to try and hide his blush. "Erm, yes. Everything is fine, I was just... out of thought." The two of you were sitting on a bench waiting for a ride home, you unfortunately walked your way home today so you couldn't give Tabi a ride. But this gave him the time to wonder if there was a chance he could at least get closer to you. You saw him grew nervous, you know he was assuming that he was making you uncomfortable, but you reached your hand to his to assure him. "Tabi, it's alright, you aren't creeping me out. We've been hanging out all day, remember?" He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. "I know, but it's just... I feel like I'm pushing things too far, you know? I don't want to invade your space, and I definitely don't want you to feel awkward around me. But it's fine if you do feel that way, you aren't the first, and you won't be the la--" You squeezed his hand, brow furrowing. "Absolutely not! I won't let you feel that way around me, one way or another! You're a good man to me, Tabi, so let's just... make this night worth while, okay?"

It was silence, and it was hesitation. But long behold, Tabi sighed in response and nodded. "Of course, of course. I'll stay with you for the night, but please let me know if I'm doing anything wrong." You smiled at him, keeping the grip. "Tab, you're fine. If you were really freaking me out, I wouldn't of let you in my house, would I? Besides, I want to do stuff with you at home." That caught his attention, what did you mean by that? Is there something you're hiding from him?! His head filled up with assumptions, all he could ever connect to was, are you planning to do something with him this very night?! His eyes spaced off again, but you saw the bus driving by and you tugged Tabi to come along. It wasn't long until the two of you went to your place on the bus ride, but throughout Tabi was only assuming what could be happening.

. . .

Tabi saw himself in your living room, invited to play video games with you. There were occasions of you struggling on certain levels, but Tabi knew what he was doing, his hands holding yours as he helped guiding you around the game. Your cheeks lightly blushed in a rose tint as you noticed how careful he is with you. Tabi was rambling along the way of the gameplay, explaining the methods and the game's story, you couldn't help but smile at him being content and being himself for once other than being an anti-social rude jerk that he keeps that mask on for around others. You two weren't tired at all in that late evening, Tabi was only chuckling at your times dying in the game and he took the control from you, and playfully he wouldn't hand it back to you after he died in the game as well. He laughed as he watched you try to crawl on top of him, only for you two to end up realizing the position you were.

Tabi stared, seeing your body pressed up against his on top, and you blinked at him seeing how he was staring at you intensely again. "Tabi?" You blinked. He flinched and lightly pushed you off with the controller on your hands and crossed his arms immediately. "N-Nothing! Sorry, I apologize, I never meant to get that handsy with you." Tabi looked away. "What are you talking about? You hardly touched me, silly. We were just messing around!" You playfully nudged him with your arm, but he was trying very hard to keep himself together. "It's... It's not that." He mumbled. You paused the game, tilting your head at him. "Tabi, is everything okay?" He froze, looking at you. "I'm... fine. R-Really, I am."

"You say that but here you are shaking, come on, you're hiding something from me, aren't you?" You crossed your arms, smiling at him in a smug manner. He immediately grew defensive, sitting up. "E-Excuse me! Why would I?!" He obviously wasn't scaring you that easily, the fact he was trying to be huffy puffy with you was genuinely adorable. "Tabi, you've been staring at me all day, the way you brushed your hands against mine and the fact you tried to be funny and got immediately nervous when you succeeded, Tabi, you can just say you like me." He tugged his hat over his skull, huffing. "Stop, I know, it's embarrassing, creepy, and weird, and--"

"I like you too, Tabi." You smiled.

"... You. Do." He looked through his hat, blinking. "You do?" Tabi repeated. "Yes, I do, Tabi. And you don't need to worry about how you are around me, I love the way that you are. Even if you are a hothead at others, doesn't scare me at all!" You reached to hold his hand, and for once his fingers coiled with yours, the moment of serenity washing over him. "... Right." Was all he could mutter. You giggled, tugging him over. "Tabi, lift the skull up, will ya?" He immediately flinched at that response. "What?! But there's nothing there- I have nothing! How will you even-" You cut him off once more, lifting his skull that he had kept to hide the fact he was invisible, your hands holding his cheeks, to feel them and find his lips. Tabi was silent the whole time, but he was nervous, he didn't want to ruin this moment, but he had no other choice but to let you venture. Your thumb brushed his lower lip, and you leaned in to give him a kiss, a shock of joy and fear filled Tabi, and his only response was to hold your hips. "Y-You really find every chance to get what you want, don't you?" Tabi commented as you held your head back, and you smirked. "C'mon, Tabi. I'll give you some affection I've been dying to give you since we've met."

. . .

This was the first time he's ever done this with someone before, invisible of course. The first time he had intimacy was with Girlfriend, who he regret even giving that sense of trust to ever since she backstabbed him. But this is different, you were different, you never wanted to put him through high expectancy and still hurt him for failing you once. He's messed up so many times, but you forgive him and you worked with him, and that was all he could ever ask for. Now there you were, sitting on top of his lap giving him passionate kisses as your hands gently rubbed his groin, making his legs twitch from time to time in your bedroom. This was the first time you've seen him this way, allowing you to touch him, the way his body warms up as you kiss from his lips down to his neck, he couldn't help but purr. His hands were under your pants, tugging down both the garments with it. You found it cute that he was a bit impatient, but you didn't want to waste time yourself either. "Tabi," you leaned back, hands on his chest to let him get comfortable against the bed, "I'm gonna do most of the work, okay? You sit tight." He looked up at you, nodding quietly. "Of course."

You kissed him once more, your kisses trailing down to his neck, then his chest, and you crept down to his crotch. You can tell he was getting desperate, his bulge throbbing in need of you. You bit your lip, unzipping his pants to let his cock out. He was embarrassed though, because he knew you can't see it, but you don't care. But with it out, your thought to yourself was 'How big exactly is it?' The only way you can find that out was to suck him off. You held his shaft, carefully stroking it. Tabi gripped the bed sheets, trying not to get ahead of himself. He muttered your name, feeling his cock get hard from your touch alone. You smiled, spoiling his cock with kisses, but as your reached for the tip, you've realized something... this man's huge. Your eyes lightly lit up at the realization, but you didn't want to back down now. Swallowing your concerns, you began to put his cock in your mouth, your eyes shut as you felt him throb again from excitement. His hands crept their way your hair, getting a gentle grip on you. Your one eye opened up at him, and you closed it again as you knew he wanted more, your head moving down forward. As you did so, you heard Tabi's breathing grow louder, his hand gripping tighter. You loved how desperate he was getting, the way his body moved up for you, you couldn't help but put your hands on the rest of his shaft, bobbing your head back and forth as your hand stroked along with it. Tabi moaned your name, his hips moving up to have his whole cock in your throat. Your eyes widened as you felt him take control.

Though as you felt him getting rough, you moved along with him, hearing the loud adorable moans he was muttering. His hips thrust one last time, filling your mouth with his cum. Cursing in Russian, he kept your head still, making you gag slightly from his large size taking up your throat. But as he began to calm down, you held your head back to breathe, letting the excess of his cum drip on your chest. Tabi looked down to see you in a mess, and he couldn't help but grow excited again. You giggled at his cock throbbing back into an erect place, you moving back up to level above his lap. "You're fucking cute, you know that Tabi?"

"Please just put it in already." Was all he could ask. You smiled, leveling yourself against his cockhead against your entrance, and the moment you slipped it in entirely, Tabi leaned back up to give you a messy kiss, you felt his tongue slide inside your mouth as he grabbed your rear to make you move your hips. As you did so, he kept his focus all on you. He's in love with you, and that was given. The sounds of you bouncing on him, as his moans continued and your own matching with his, he couldn't help but push you back, him on top of you. You gasped, seeing the glint in his eye changed. He didn't want to waste time, nor did you. You felt him thrust deeper inside of you, hitting your g-spot as he held your wrists up. "T-Tabi, I'm almost gonna cum--!" You squeaked as you felt him reach down to your neck, giving it a harsh bite. From the pain of his bite, you couldn't help but reach your climax, his cock then thrusting harder inside of you feeling your body quiver. He then reached his own ecstasy, thrusting deep within you to fill you with his cum once more, the warmth making you sweat. With a satisfied grunt, he pulled out, flopping on the other side of the bed, huffing to himself.

"S-Shit, Tabi, you did a number on me." You wheezed, sitting up to see him just looking like he did something he never thought would happened. You couldn't help but laugh, coming over to pull him into a hug. "C'mere, you. I think you're done for today." Tabi blinked back into reality, seeing you were hugging him with your head pressed against his chest. He couldn't help but stare again, then smiled softly. His hand gently stroked your head, and his other arm pulled you into a complete hug. "T-Thank you for this moment between us..." Tabi sighed, leaning his head on top of yours.

"Of course, I love you, Tabi."

"... I love you just as much, love."

[monsterfucker-mcgee]

I love to be the bearer of horny news

I uuhhh wrote a quick lil’ something for Karl Heisenberg and a female reader??

Warnings: Extremely dubious consent / borderline non-con due to drugs, oops :’)))

Can also be found on my AO3, TheWeirdDane, under the name, “Into the Maw of the Wolf”.

---------------

Being a full-time prisoner was not how you had expected to spend your twenties, less so being a prisoner to Lord Karl Heisenberg of the village. He wasn’t necessarily a bad captor, but you preferred your freedom, like so many others. 

He seemed to rarely shower, his grey-black hair always appearing greasy and his barely-more-than-stubble beard always scratched your face when he leaned in to sniff you. Yet, even so close, he didn’t reek, didn’t smell foul. In fact, he barely had any scent whatsoever, save for that of the cigars he always smoked. 

“How are you today, my little thing?” came his powerful voice, slithering through the darkness outside the small cell. A warning, some might say, but you were generally well-behaved and had never made an escape attempt. 

That was, until now. 

You had no idea about the layout of the place he kept you. 

Making a break for it could prove successful - or it could prove fatal. 

“I’m fine. Not really much to do here,” you replied and did your best to keep calm. 

Karl laughed and entered the cell, having to bend forward slightly to fit through the door. In his hands he carried a tray with a plate and a glass. On the plate was some bread - was that mould on the crust? - and in the glass, a clear liquid that was hopefully just plain water. 

Upon seeing the glass, you realized how thirsty you were, and Karl had barely sat the tray on the small ‘table��, which was really just a few slabs of rock piled on top of each other, before you reached for it and gulped down the liquid. 

It stung all the way down your throat, but you only noticed this when you had emptied the glass, and your eyes widened. You looked up at Karl who grinned menacingly and squatted down in front of you. 

“You really shouldn’t drink that quickly, or you’ll feel sick.”

“What... what did you give me?” you whispered and released the glass, letting it fall to the ground where it shattered into a million pieces. 

He hummed and leaned in to sniff your cheek and temple, his stubble scratching your skin. He inhaled deeply deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth, a pleased sound leaving him. 

“Sit down, my dear,” he murmured, but when you didn’t obey him, he shoved you back, and you stumbled over a couple of rocks that eventually made your ass connect with the ground. You hissed in pain. 

“I said, sit, thank you.” 

Scowling at the man, you noticed how your vision began spinning. Slow at first, but the longer you waited, the faster and harder the world spun. You reached out to put a hand on the wall for support, despite already sitting down, and you breathed faster. 

Karl moved close and put a hand on your cheek. As if you were a puppy wanting to receive pets, you leaned your head into his hand, and he snorted. 

“What did... what did you give me?” you asked quietly, words already somewhat slurred. 

“Nothing long-lasting, I promise.”

“Fuck... fuck you,” you whispered and pushed at his chest. He didn’t budge, but merely laughed, and then he pushed you. Like a drunk, you fell on your back, and Karl was over you in a second. 

His hair fell around his face like heavy, grey-black curtains as he straddled your waist, and his gloved hands wandered your chest. They squeezed your breasts, and he tilted his head at the quiet gasp that left you. 

“So soft,” he hummed and squeezed tighter, tighter, tighter, until you whined in pain, and he stopped. “And so responsive, too. You’ll feel so good, I bet,” he continued, his voice a low, quiet rumble. “In fact, why don’t you undress for me, sweetheart?” 

You weren’t stupid - despite being drugged, you knew what he was up to. 

Slowly, you shook your head and tried to buck him off, but he was heavier and stronger than you and effortlessly kept you in place. He even chuckled at your pathetic attempt of getting free. 

“No? Do I really have to do all the work around here?” he sighed dramatically and grabbed the hem of your dirty shirt that was long enough to act as a dress, and tore. 

The shirt was torn in two so easily that even you could have done it. It was old, worn, and filthy, but it was the only clothes you had down here, and feeling it rip and fall away made you gasp and shudder. You wanted to cover yourself, but Karl squeezed your arms close against your body with his legs, so that would take power you didn’t have. 

He looked down at you, his glasses hiding his eyes and the brim of his hat nearly hiding his face. 

“A man... removes his hat when... a lady is present,” you mumbled and blinked rapidly in an attempt to get the world back into focus. It was futile. 

“Indeed he does, but I see no lady,” he practically growled. “Just a pretty, little play-thing.” 

His hands moved from your breasts up over your chest and collarbones and finished their journey upon finding your throat. They stroked gently, almost fondly, and you felt your skin begin to perspire. 

Your skin started feeling too tight for your body, or perhaps like your bones grew too big for your skin, and you were desperate to scratch and whine, but your arms were still locked firmly against your sides. 

At least you could still whine out your discomfort. 

“Now now, I know it might be unpleasant, but shh, wait, my dear, give it time to work.” 

His hands, gloved but warm, stayed on your throat and caressed the flesh until the discomfort began dissipating and your body filled with warmth. Gradually, you relaxed and became pliant, even to the point where you didn’t try to push him away when he tryingly moved one leg, freeing your arm. 

“There’s a good girl,” he practically purred. “Now, sit up for me so we can get this dirty shirt off.”

Your body felt like you had been fed lead, and you struggled to sit up. Whether he was impatient or genuinely wanted to help, Karl reached under you and pulled until you sat upright, and he watched as you, almost frantically, shucked out of your shirt so you were completely naked before him. 

You looked up at him, lips slightly parted, and he tilted his head. 

“Tsk-tsk-tsk. Did you get too much?” he mumbled and reached for your face. His fingers tipped your head back so your eyes got caught in the pathetic excuse of a light. You whined at the brightness. “I know, I know, kitten, let me take a look at you, okay?”

Your cheeks burned, but everything was spinning and swimming, and you felt so heavy you were afraid of falling backwards, so your long and slender fingers curled tightly in his dark khaki-green coat. 

Karl mumbled something so quietly that it must’ve been for him only, and carefully examined your eyes, pulling your eyelids so your eyeballs were more visible. 

“Damn it,” he hissed and let go of your face. He was about to pull back, but, sensing this, you were overpowered by a sense of dread, and you tugged on his coat while another whine escaped you. 

“Don’t... don’t leave,” you whispered, surprised to find your voice so swirly and soft, and looked down, embarrassed at suddenly being so needy. Especially for your captor - what the hell had he drugged you with? 

Karl chuckled darkly and cupped your face. Before you really knew what was happening - everything was still messed up - you felt his stubble against your lips, and then his mouth on yours. You opened your eyes wider, then slowly closed them when heat surged through you, and you clutched at his coat.

A small, almost timid moan left you, and Karl snorted softly, and his hands shifted so that only his thumbs were on your cheeks, the other fingers on your neck. It pulled a sigh from you, and you opened your eyes a sliver, finding that he was looking at you. It was hard to see in the dim light and with your impaired vision, but his pupils appeared to be dilated. 

“Good girl,” he rumbled and slowly pushed you to lie on your back. You obeyed without a fuss, but when it looked like he was about to pull away, you whimpered and tugged on his coat again. 

“Don’t worry, kitten, I won’t leave you,” he promised and stroked a finger from your lips, down over your chin and chest, before he shuffled back enough to spread your legs. The air fanning over your cunt was like a bucket of cold water to the face, and you gasped loudly before trying to close your legs again. 

He tut-tutted at you and gave your thigh a light slap, after which he ran a finger between your folds.

The touch was firm and strong, and it sent sparks through you, making you gasp again and clench your hands into fists. 

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he rumbled, and although you couldn’t see him - you had closed your eyes to the swimming and spinning of everything - you had a feeling he was watching you. He stroked you again, pulling a whimper from you; a whimper that stretched into a shaky moan when he slipped the finger inside you and, without warning, began thrusting. 

Just like the initial touch, the thrusts were firm and came quickly, and it didn’t take long before your breathing was tattered and in rags. Your hands were fists, and when he moved his finger in a particularly good way, you weakly banged them against the floor as a cry escaped you. 

“Don’t be shy, pet. Down here, you can be as loud as you want,” he practically purred, and then he inserted another finger, and the thrusts increased in power and pace. 

Now gasping and panting and moaning for your life, you reached a clumsy hand out to grab hold of him, and you found his arm, and you squeezed it tightly as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. They were thick and gloved, and the seams of the gloves scratched against your insides, but... it was good. It didn’t hurt like it should, instead made it feel rougher, more brutal, and, as it turned out, you were all about that. 

“Please,” you whispered and craned your neck, staring back into the wall behind you, when he had to use a bit of force to shove in a third finger. “Please, don’t--- don’t stop...”

“Oh, I don’t intend to. I’ll keep going until you beg me to stop.”

“Will--- will you stop then?”

“Not a chance.” 

You don’t know what had come over you that had you whining for more - it was sure to be the drug, whatever it had been. Karl Heisenberg was greasy and nasty, and if he stooped low enough to drug you, then he was anything but a pleasant man. 

Yet, when he removed the belt from his pants, you couldn’t help but wonder if he would perhaps smack you with it. If he would wind it around your neck and pull until you were gasping for air. If he would tie your hands together to restrict your movement. 

You couldn’t tell if it was the drug talking, or if the drug had simply eliminated the barriers that had been there, meaning you had always dreamed of those things - and frankly, that scared you. 

Karl wound the belt around his hand and pulled down his pants. At the rustling of fabric, you lifted your head, eyes wide, and stared at him. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock, even though only half-hard, was huge. 

“Do you like what you see?” he asked with a smug smile and took it in hand, stroking it slowly and groaning with each stroke. 

You couldn’t help but nod, and before you knew of it, you sat up, and your mouth watered so much that it spilled over your lips. 

“Do you mind giving me a hand? Or, heh, a mouth?” he grinned. 

He didn’t wait for an answer before he fisted his hand in your hair and pulled you forward, pushing his cock in your face. You moaned and tried to lick him, but then he pulled you back by the hair, and although it hurt, it didn’t hurt as much as being denied licking and sucking his smelly cock. 

You whined and looked up at him. He had removed his sunglasses, and as you gazed into his eyes, he grinned. 

“Trust me, kitten,” he murmured and slowly pulled you forward again, smushing his cock against your cheek. A moan escaped you, and you didn’t break eye-contact as he ground himself against your face. 

When he first moaned, it sent a shiver down your spine and another whine rolled out of your mouth. 

“That’s it, good girl,” he growled repeatedly as his cock twitched and grew hard, and the second he was completely erect, he pulled your mouth against his cock. You didn’t waste any time in opening wide and closing around the tip of his cock. 

He was widest just below the head, and only marginally more narrow by the base. Just an inch or two shy of being as wide as a closed fist, it was a struggle to take him in your mouth, but the heat in your belly and chest forced you to do your best, not to mention the hand in your hair.

You gagged, struggled, and squirmed, but he was adamant that he remained in control, and moved his hands to your face to more efficiently control the speed at which you worked. 

His cock stretched your lips as wide as they could, and a bit more, it felt like, and he growled loudly as he fucked your face. He tasted bitter and salty, and now that he was exposed as well, he reeked, enough that your eyes watered - although that could be from the gagging as well - but you found that it only fueled your lust. 

You realized, after a minute or two of struggling to suck him off, that your thighs were sticky with your own juices, and you whined weakly. 

“Does it feel that good, pet?” he asked, his voice rough, and stroked your cheek with a thumb before slapping you. It shocked you, and your eyes widened, yet it set your loins ablaze. 

You moaned feebly around his thick girth, and he raised an eyebrow. 

“Do you like that? Being slapped?” 

Your cheeks answered the question by heating up, almost embarrassingly so, and you didn’t need to moan or whine or whimper to indicate that yes, you did indeed like that very much. 

The next slap stung, and tears welled up into your eyes. His thrusts came harder and faster, the tip of his cock pushing down into your throat and making you gag each and every time, and the tears spilled and trailed down your cheeks. He moaned and hissed, and the sounds were deliciously gruff, making you squeeze your thighs together and close your eyes tightly. 

“Look at me,” he snarled, and your eyes immediately snapped open to lock on his face. “Good girl,” he then praised and stroked your cheek, and you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth and throat. 

A few seconds later, and he pulled out, making you cough and breathe deeply. 

“There’s a good pet,” he murmured, and the stroke of your cheek was followed by a sharp slap that rattled the teeth in your skull. You let out a soft sob, but it was out of pleasure and far from pain. 

You rubbed your thighs together and breathed hard and fast, and Karl picked up on it like a bloodhound picking up on a scent. 

“Lay back for me, doll,” he ordered, and oh, how wonderfully gruff and deep his voice had become! 

You obeyed, of course, without making a fuss, and looked up at him as he lowered yourself onto your back. He grinned and licked his lips. Your gaze, less spinning and more normal, fluttered to his cock, glistening with pre-cum and your spit, and you whimpered upon imagining what it would feel like in your cunt. 

“Please, hurry,” you whined and spread your legs in invitation. He accepted the invitation and pulled on your legs until his cock pressed against your cunt. 

“Are you ready, kitten?” he asked on a growl, but didn’t wait for an answer before he slammed inside you, making you cry out and lean your head back. He groaned and grabbed your thighs to keep you in place as he fucked you. 

His pace was quick and merciless, and his cock forced itself deep in you, battering against your cervix with each thrust and making you scream with pain-laced pleasure. 

His stench was much greater now as it mixed with sweat, and your eyes watered again, but you couldn’t help but moan and sob in delight as Karl pounded into you, filling you so good. 

“What--- what can I call you?” you asked brokenly, and felt your stomach tighten up and fill with heat, and you knew you weren’t many minutes away from reaching euphoria. 

“Anything your filthy little heart desires,” he groaned and slammed inside you, faster and faster, and you had a feeling he was close, too. 

“Sir,” you gasped, and uttering the word made your heart skip a beat and your cunt clench. 

Karl moaned loudly and let your legs fall to the ground to instead lean down on top of you and kiss you. It was messy and sloppy, and there was saliva everywhere, yet you couldn’t remember having been happier or felt better. 

“Sir!” you cried out as the knot in your stomach suddenly came undone, and euphoria washed over you while your cunt pulsed and clenched rhythmically. 

Karl let out a feral growl and mercilessly fucked you through your orgasm until he, too, reached his climax and spilled inside you with a thunderous roar. As he released himself, the sounds of him slapping against you became slick and wet, and it was equal parts disgusting and delicious. You could feel his cum and your juices drip out of you in a wonderfully filthy combination. 

“Sir--- please, don’t stop,” you sobbed and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him like your life depended on it. His stubble scratched you, and it was the most amazing feeling that nearly sent you into your second orgasm. 

He only stopped when his cock went flaccid, and then he pulled out with a shaky groan. 

Cum and juices oozed out of you, and your fingers twitched in his semi-long, grey-black hair. 

When he moved away, you whined pathetically, and in return, he chuckled and planted a kiss on your stomach. 

Then he got up from the ground, looped the belt back into the hoops of his pants, zipped up, and picked his sunglasses out of a pocket of his coat. 

“The pleasure was all mine, little pet,” he murmured and slapped your thigh gently before moving to the cell door. 

You whined again and sat up, looking up at him and only vaguely registering that your vision no longer swam or spun. 

“Don’t go, please,” you whispered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it. You need lunch, too, right?” he said with a grin, winked, and exited the cell, locking it behind him and leaving you all alone, with only the rats for company. 

When his footsteps receded and eventually disappeared, you curled up on yourself and tried to get some rest. 

It was useless - even without the drug, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and you couldn’t wait for him to come back. 

[inviberu]

music box

Confessing was no easy thing, especially for someone like Heath who could barely take a compliment without his cheeks burning red. When someone suggested he should give a gift instead, the gears inside his head started to turn. The most beautiful gift of all is one that comes from the bottom of one's heart—the question is: what was it?

Heath didn't know how to express his feelings without getting too many butterflies in his stomach to the point that he has to bend over to calm himself down or without tripping over his words and forgetting everything he planned to say. His cheeks would flare up and he would tear his gaze away from your figure as he told himself inside his head: "Not today, maybe not tomorrow either…."

Faust could barely stand the way Heath kept on backing out at the last minute during his decisions to finally confess his feelings. Faust pushed up his glasses and crossed his arms with a stern look on his face as he sighed. Heath sat up straighter, hoping that Faust wasn't about to scold him about something related to missions, unaware that Faust called him to his room to talk about more… personal matters instead of their line of work.

"I know there's a lot of stuff going on inside your head, but you shouldn't let it affect you when you're doing missions." Every word that came from Faust's lips was a lie to disguise his genuine concern for his student—roundabout, as a lot of Eastern folk are. Upon seeing Heath's face contort into one of slight panic, Faust immediately followed up with a question: "What is it that's bothering you anyway?"

Another lie. Faust already knew well what the source of Heath's worries is but he'd rather have Heath be unaware of the fact that he's been paying attention to him. Heath glanced down, a light hue of pink dusting his cheeks and Faust could already tell what this was about even if he hadn't known about Heath's countless attempts to confess to you before.

"Faust-sensei… do you know how to confess to someone?" Heath's unexpected question caught Faust off guard, his eyes widening in surprise before letting out a small cough after regaining his composure.

"C-Confess?" Faust tried his best to play dumb. "Like those love confessions?"

Heath nodded slowly, "I've been trying to confess to someone for a while now but… I keep on getting scared at the last minute. It's like the fear of being rejected suddenly walking up behind me and grabbing my shoulder."

"... You're a wonderful young man, Heath. I doubt there's anyone out there that would reject you" Faust closed his eyes as he tipped his hat slightly, trying his best to reassure him.

"Plus, you'll never know the answer unless you go for it." Faust chuckled, a smile forming on his face. Heath's eyes twinkled all of a sudden and felt his enthusiasm bounce back up as he grabbed Faust's hands into his own—Faust's expression slowly turning to one of discomfort.

"Then… Can you help me?" Heath asked hopefully.

"Me…?" Faust exclaimed, his glasses almost dropping down.

"W-Well only if you want to! I wouldn't dare force you to help me against your wishes..."

"I suppose I can try… I can't guarantee anything, of course." Faust agreed reluctantly and Heath beamed, his smile widening in happiness as he said his thanks to the Eastern teacher. "Well, first of all, if you find yourself unable to speak in front of them… don't you think there's a better alternative rather than confessing in person?"

After all this time, Heath had always tried to confess to you upfront and had never bothered to consider any other options until Faust brought it up. Heath wanted to curl up and bury himself six feet under at the sudden realization, feeling as if all this time spent was just used for needless worrying.

"Like a letter of sorts?" Heath asked carefully. Faust shook his head and merely answered his question vaguely.

"Something that comes from the heart." He pointed towards Heath's heart. "You're good at craftsmanship, aren't you? Why not make good use of that?"

A few days had already passed since Faust made that remark—living inside Heath's brain with no signs of leaving soon. A letter would've been easier but after taking it into more consideration, as well as Faust’s words, he decided to give it more thought. What was another alternative? A gift instead of a letter, perhaps? Heath ruffled his hair, deep in thought as he sat on one of the cushioned seats inside the lounge.

“Heathcliff?” A voice called out, snapping Heath out of his daze and adjusted his vision to the person in front of him—the northern wizard, White. Curiously, he asked, “is there something troubling you? Won’t you allow this old man to help if so?”

“Sir White… it’s nothing important, I appreciate the offer though.” Heath shook his head, trying to brush off White’s offer as politely as he could. White merely crossed his arms, nodding his head before a smug and knowing smile took over his face—as if he already knew what was troubling Heath without having him say anything.

“Ohoho… it’s about the matters of the heart, is it not?” Bullseye. Heath felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, unable to hide the surprise evident in his expression. White didn’t wait for an answer, for he already knew he struck gold—he let out a laugh. “It’s written all over your face! A young man falling victim to love… is what your expression is saying.”

Heath covered his face by instinct, horrified at the newfound information that it was written all over his face. He wished he could keep a poker face like Lennox, perhaps that way he wouldn't be so easy to read—unaware that was precisely one of his charming points.

“Haha… is it that obvious?” Heath muttered weakly, burying his face into his palms and White only chuckled at the cute display. “Sir White, do you know of any good gifts fit for a confession?”

White rubbed his chin, deep in thought. A fitting gift for a love confession—one would normally think of something like flowers or sweets as if it was valentine's day, that was the textbook answer, though when White glanced at Heath and remembered his knack for machinery and the likes, he suddenly remembered of that one era that had a specific trend.

“It's a bit old fashioned but back in the day, music boxes were the trend. Why not make one with music that reminds you of your beloved? Wouldn't that be perfect for someone like you?” White beamed, smiling as if he gave a groundbreaking piece of advice. Heath’s eyes widened ever so slightly with his mouth agape as he thought about his words; music boxes were indeed old fashioned as you wouldn't see it normally these days.

“Me…? Make a music box?” He has never tried it before, especially not for a special someone, though he was confident he's able to make one if he tried.

“Ohoho, you’re good with machinery, are you not? Why not put those skills to use to make a heartfelt gift?” White nodded enthusiastically. Heath couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts, already trying to figure out how he was going to construct one—it seems like the young master has already figured out which gift he should give.

Heath spent his days holed up inside his room by his desk, materials sprawled all over with chunks of wood littered around after he had carved the finest wood he could get his hands on after returning to the East for a short while. A focused look adorning his face as he drowned out the noises surrounding him, immersed in his craft.

Countless music sheets were crumpled and thrown to the bin at the side which was overflowing with scrapped pieces—music pieces. Heath was no expert like Rustica when it came to music composition, he had left his seat several times to consult the Western Wizard in order to make sure the music wasn't disappointing and was able to convey his feelings, somehow.

He planned to leave the box and a note anonymously, though he already suspected it wasn't going to be very discreet as he started carving the box with the same carving he engraved into Shino’s magic tool. One look at it and you would be able to guess who did the carving, for it was named Blanchett for a reason.

He added the finishing touches, blowing the small particles of dust away that remained in the corners before opening the box as a sweet, soft melody started to play—its gears turning as it played music flawlessly. Heath smiled at the music box he created, proud. He put all of his feelings of adoration for you inside one box, only revealing itself if you decide to open it, akin to Pandora's box.

As if reciting his last prayer, he clutched it tightly as he muttered his spell under his breath before standing up and deciding to leave it by your doorstep—this time, he'll let you know of his feelings.

As he arrived at your doorstep, he quietly wished that you weren't inside your room because that would make things complicated as Heath already felt like he was doing something scandalous. His cheeks burned red as he quickly dropped the music box as well as a small note before knocking once and scurrying off back to his room where he could finally put his mind to rest.

You opened the door, greeted by no one but a mysterious box and a small note that didn't indicate whoever sent it to you for there was no name. Without much hesitation, you picked it and inspected it—the intricate design catching you off guard as you recognized it as the same one present in Shino’s magical tool. And the one who made it was none other than Heath himself, that only meant one thing—Heath was behind this mysterious set-up. You felt your chest bubble up in excitement, an uncontrollable smile forming in your face as you felt giddy.

You opened the note, it read: For you have captured my heart, I offer this gift to you.

You felt your heart leap at the words you read, scanning it once again to make sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you, cheeks heating up as you realized what this meant. You quickly opened the box, not expecting a few blue butterflies to come out and fly around you as a soft melody played from it—a music box Heath made just for you. You could feel his magic from the box, did he imbue his magic? You suspected as much.

The longer you listened to the music, the more you felt like running to his room to tell him you felt the same way. There wasn't a single thing stopping you from doing so. With a determined look on your face, you started heading towards his room. Fortunately, you saw him walking in the hall, it seems like he hasn't arrived in his room yet.

You took the opportunity to jump at him, his arms instinctively wrapping themselves around you, panic was written all over his face when he realized it was you who threw themselves at him. With the proximity between the two of you, you placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. His heart felt like it was about to explode.

“W-What are you doing!?” He grabbed you by the shoulders and tried to push you away in an attempt to calm his racing heart. You smirked as you felt like teasing him more, though the huge smile on your face was unfitting as you told him:

“You could've told me in person… but, I like you too, silly!”

[rdrthingies]

Charthur ideas

There's only ONE tent, Arthur's tent broke.

ONE tent you say ? excellent

Arthur and Charles had the idea of hunting for a couple of days: spend some time away from camp, away from everyone else, and do something productive along the way so Dutch doesn't get on their asses.

And it had been a good idea so far, they had tracked a herd of pronghorn through the plains, making sure to keep their distance. They each managed to get one, each animal falling quickly as the rest ran off. They idly chatted as they skinned and butchered each, talking and laughing and swapping stories. Arthur liked Charles, he was a good friend who didn't have to always bug him like Sean or John.

We're just friends... right?

They decided to camp out on one of the plateaus for the night, as the sun had already begun to set and none were too eager to head back quite yet. Unfortunately, as they climbed the hill with their horses, the wind picked up... a lot.

Arthur was holding his hat to his head to avoid having it fly off him, the horses snorting as they pushed against the violent gusts. They finally managed to find a spot, a tree managing to shield them somewhat from the wind.

"Must be a storm coming," Charles nearly had to shout in order for Arthur to hear him. "We should set up the tents quickly." Arthur gladly followed his advice and begun getting his own tent set up, struggling to pin it down against the wind.

But God had other plans, and the wind tore the tent right out of the pegs, carrying the canvas off.

"God damnit!" Arthur shouted as the tent flew away, already nearly fifty feet away from them, spinning and twisting and floating away.

"Just use mine!" Charles called out, his own tent secured tightly, the newer materials faired much better than his older ones.

Arthur's flush reached his ears and he cleared his throat, "Nah... It's fine. I'll just sleep against the tree."

"Arthur don't be an idiot!" Charles shouted back at him. "Just get in the damn tent." His order was stern, making Arthur move his feet on instinct. He ducked and slowly made his way into the tent, sitting hunched just like the man very close to him...

"Hopefully the horses will be alright..." Arthur spoke for the sake of getting his mind away from those other thoughts.

Charles hummed, nodding. "They'll be fine. If anything they'll go find a place to hide out if it starts storming too bad." He extended a piece of salted meat and a can of peaches to Arthur, "Here, no use trying to light a fire in that mess." Arthur took the food gladly, the two eating in silence.

The sun had set, Arthur turning to light the small lantern inside, letting the warm orange glow dimly light their small haven.

"We should get our rest," Charles spoke up after what seemed like hours of silence. "Get some shut-eye before this storm comes and wakes us up."

Arthur cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head. "Uh sure... You can take the sleeping bag, I'll be fine."

Charles was quiet for a moment, his face an expression Arthur couldn't quite decipher, but he finally muttered a "Suit yourself." And got comfortable.

Arthur tried his best to get comfortable as well, laying on his back with one arm under his head and the other resting on his chest. He tried to avoid staring at the man to his left, watch his calm face lit by the glow, his even breathing.

Get a hold of yourself, Morgan, Arthur chided himself. Ain't no way a good man like him is interested in you.

He must have fallen into a light sleep, for he opened his eyes with a start when he felt something press up against his side. He knew what-who it was. He didn't need to look to confirm that, but his damn eyes still trailed down to see Charles: facing him with an arm over his chest, hugging him.

Arthur gulped, he didn't know what to do, he could feel a cold sweat begin to form.

"Should I stop?" Charles' voice was deep and raspy with sleep, eyes still closed, but his question was still genuine.

Arthur took some steadying breaths, "N-nah. You're fine."

"I'm glad," Arthur could see a small smile form on the man's face. "You're warm." And just like that, he fell back asleep, snoring lightly, and Arthur is just wandering what the ever-loving fuck is going on.

Arthur wakes that morning with Charles already up, out of the tent, gone. He rubs his eyes, blinking at the bright light inside the tent. Had last night been a dream?

He crawls out to see Charles tending a small fire, two cups of coffee ready. "Morning," Charles greeted and extended a cup, which Arthur gladly took. "How'd you sleep?"

Arthur avoided his gaze, shrugging. "Slept alright..." He thought about bringing up last night, to see if it really was just a dream... but Charles was not mentioning it so he didn't either.

They return to camp that afternoon, the previous night gone from Arthur's memory as they talk and laugh and enjoy each other's company. They enter camp, greeting those they saw and delivering their goods to Pearson.

"Hey, Charles!" Javier calls out, approaching the two men with an almost sad smile on his face. "Could've used you last night, amigo."

"Why's that?"

"The damn wind took our tent. Tried to stop it but I nearly got blown away with it," Javier laughs. "Swanson's and Sean's nearly got away from 'em too, luckily it just got caught against the Medicine wagon." Arthur looks behind Javier, confirming what the man had said: an empty space where their tent had once been.

"Damn," Charles sighs a little. "We gonna get another one?"

Javier shrugs, "Yo no se... we should have enough money to buy one but it's the matter of finding a good one in Valentine. I'm bunking with John for the time being."

"Okay... well thanks for telling me, Javier."

"Sure thing, Brother." He tips his head and wanders off to go smoke by the overlook.

The two men stand there, silent, thinking. Arthur ends up asking before he'd fully thought it through, "You can bunk with me 'till then, Charles." Why would you offer that you absolute moron. There's no way Charles is going got willingly sha-

"I'd like that Arthur," Charles responds, giving him a genuine smile.

"You... you would?" Arthur blinks, jaw hanging open a little.

"Of course," Charles chuckles. "Like I said last night, you're warm." He walks away, going to gather his things, Arthur is standing suck in mud, mind absolutely blank.

[sunnypogue]

college rafe gets jealous (blurb)

lil bit of jealous rafe per anon request

college!rafe verse bc why the f00k not

note - jealous/possessive boyfriends usually are not the bizzzzz...not trying to romanticize any toxic traits, but hopefully you can sense a bit of growth from mr. cameron here.

(warning: nsfw-ish, possessive!rafe)

you’re sippin’ on bud from the bottle, chatting with your friend michelle & her boyfriend tyler, when he walks up.

it’s one of tyler’s pi kapp fraternity brothers, notorious for getting too drunk & a little too friendly - it looked like tonight would be no different, as he clasped your bare shoulders with his hands.

“wooo!” he yelled over the thumping base of the bar’s music. “I fucking LOVE game day!”

unc had destroyed florida state in a basketball game earlier that evening, resulting in a rather chaotic post-game celebration at the local bar. you, having worked the game, only got to the bar 15 minutes ago, playing catch up with your significantly more drunk friends.

“hi michael.” you winced, his voice booming in your ear - you were NOT drunk enough for this.

michelle laughed at your face as michael swung his arm around your shoulder, leaning down to drunkenly snuggle into your neck (you were never good at hiding your feelings, your face getting you in trouble more often than not). michael was slurring words you couldn’t understand as he started to dead weight himself on you, causing you to slightly stumble under the 6’2” frat boy.

“michael, get off.” you groaned, pushing him on the shoulder. “and lay off the dollar beers, for Christ’s sake.”

michael made no effort to move, instead weaving his arms around you in a pseudo-hug. you rolled your eyes, trying to shake him off. as tyler made a move to help de-tangle his friend from your body, you immediately felt a 220 pound weight lifted from you, the freedom almost disorienting you.

“what the fuck is going on?”

you looked up to see your boyfriend, rafe, angrily fisting the front of michael’s sweatshirt, two buds comfortably sitting between the fingers of his other hand.

“hey baby,” you started, moving to rest a gentle hand on the arm that was holding a very inebriated michael up, trying to disregard the small crowd of lambdas that flanked rafe, in case shit went down.

rafe ignored you, pulling michael closer to his face, “keep your hands off her. I don’t want to have to explain it to you again.” his words were scarily even, face emotionless as he stared michael down.

he shoved michael back towards michelle and tyler, who barely caught the stumbling boy, before rafe pointed a beer at them, “tyler, keep your little bitch in check. shit’s embarrassing at this point.”

you looked apologetically towards michelle, who was trying to simultaneously hold michael up and talk tyler down from a fight, before following rafe, who was stomping towards the front door, knocking the remainder of his beer back.

“hey!” you yelled, tugging on his arm before he started to put back the second bud, stopping him from leaving the bar. “what the fuck?”

he looked down at you. “I should be asking you that.”

you rolled your eyes, “it’s michael. he’s trashed, I genuinely think he thought I was a wall or something to hold him up.”

rafe chuckled mirthlessly, before polishing off the second beer, setting it down on a dirty table. he turned his backwards hat around, pulling it down low over his eyes. “let’s go.”

you crossed your arms. “really? you’re gonna do this shit right now?”

rafe turned towards the exit, growling, “I’m leaving.”

great - he’s deflecting. you thought, as you chugged the remainder of your beer, before hustling after him.

you shivered in your tank top as you caught up to him on the side walk outside the bar, watching as he ordered an uber, his breathing deep and heavy. you wordlessly leaned into his warm body, teeth chattering in the cold january air.

“here.” rafe grumbled, sliding his sweatshirt off to wrap around you. “it’s january, baby. what the hell are you wearing?”

you grinned, half pleased he wasn’t completely shutting you out, half pleased you were cozy and warm. “who cares? I look cute.”

he grumbled again, wrapping his arms around your neck from behind, pulling your back into his chest. y’all waited like that for the uber to pull up, before sliding into the back seat, rafe propping your feet up on his lap, a hand wrapped possessively around your ankle.

you caught his eye about a block from his house, giving him a shy smile and a wink. he growled, hand sliding up your leg.

you couldn’t get upstairs fast enough, practically tumbling out of the uber as rafe stalked after you, still slightly worked up from the incident at the bar. you went to go casually sit on the foot of the bed, kicking your shoes off, when rafe caught up to you, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

“you gonna be pissy all night?” you teased, pulling your hair down from its half-updo.

“what, I can’t be mad about some fucker groping you at a bar?” rafe growled, pulling his hat off to run his hands through his hair. you sat up on your knees, grabbing the hat from his hands before popping it backwards on your head.

“he wasn’t groping me,” you said, exasperated, adjusting your hair under his hat. “he was trying to stay vertical. very different.”

rafe gave you an amused look as you started to shimmy your jeans off while sitting, giving you a hand when they got stuck around your ankles.

“lookin’ good.” he laughed, taking in your appearance - you were down to just his hat and his sweatshirt, the rest of your outfit on the floor.

you smiled at rafe’s more-relaxed demeanor, popping up on your knees. “you’re a lucky man, rafe cameron. I’m not sure any other girl could pull this look off.”

rafe hummed, walking up to the foot of the bed to grab your ass, pulling you in. you squeaked, tipping forward into his chest, the too-big cap slipping down on your forehead. 

you peered up at him, using one hand to steady yourself on his chest, the other to push the hat back - “you better now?”

rafe leaned down to catch your lips in a heated kiss, teeth nipping your bottom lip enough to make you gasp, allowing his tongue to slide in. one hand slid to roughly grasp the back of your neck as he dictated the pace, the other palming your ass cheek, keeping your body flush to his.

you pulled away a couple minutes later, breathless and lips already feeling bruised, hand moving to your chest to settle your heightened heart rate.

“a little better.” he mumbled, hand moving to the front of your neck, lightly tracing your throat with his fingers. “I know what will really help, though.”

(later, you found yourself seated on his cock, tits bouncing as you rode him wearing nothing but the hat, his hand spanking your ass as he made you tell him who you belonged to - you screamed his name as you came on his cock, screamed his name as he came inside you, and screamed his name as he went to eat his come out of you, listening to him growl “you’re mine” as he shoved his face in your dripping cunt.)

as y’all basked in the afterglow, your legs twisted around his, his hand cupping one of your breasts, he breathed out an apology.

“sorry, baby. I know you hate that shit.” he murmured, mindlessly letting his finger circle your nipple.

you wiggled under his light touch, “s’okay baby. you didn’t fight anyone tonight.”

he smirked, rolling your now-hard nipple between his fingers, watching your head tip back in pleasure. “what can I say baby, I’m practically a pacifist now.”

you snorted, smacking his bare shoulder, pleasure forgotten in the humor. “okay bub, whatever you say.” you giggled again. “pacifist my ass. you literally fought a beta in october because he looked at my ass.”

you yelped as rafe tugged you into his side, rolling you under him, his arms bracketing your head. “like it didn’t turn you on.”

you moaned as he leaned down to kiss you again, filthy and slow, tongues fighting for control.

he pulled away a few moments later, brushing your hair out of your face, before his hand cupped your cheek.

you pouted, nuzzling into his palm. “I really should stop sleeping with you after you get all jealous - I think you think I’m encouraging it.”

rafe grinned down at you, slipping his thumb between your teeth, watching as your eyes widened. “whatever babes,” he chuckled, pressing the digit down on your tongue, “you’re mine.”

[thesightstoshowyou]

Bo Sinclair x F Reader (NSFW)

           Summary: Bo wants you to pitch in a little more. He gets more than he bargained for.

             Warnings: Dubcon, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, slapping, degradation, facial, swearing, objectification of reader, alcohol use, mentions of death and violence.

 ~~

             “Put this on.”

             You drop the rag in your hands to catch the yellow floral dress before it smacks you in the face. You glare up at Bo from you spot on the linoleum. Your knees ache. You’d been scrubbing grime off the kitchen floor for two hours.

             “What for?” you ask, bracing a hand against the counter to heave yourself to your feet.

             “It’s time you start pullin’ your weight.” You look around you, flabbergasted. What had you been doing all this time, if not ‘pullin’ your weight?’ Cooking and cleaning all day, every day wasn’t enough for him?

             You keep your mouth shut. The answer is obvious. Of course, it isn’t enough. Nothing would be. If it was up to Bo, you would have been dead the first day you walked into this God-forsaken town.

             “Can I at least know what I’m supposed to do? You know, so I do it right?” You adopt a sweeter tone, hoping to quell the sour mood Bo always seemed to be in when he spoke with you.

             “Two college assholes campin’ nearby.” Bo adjusts his hat and crosses his arms, leaning against the door frame before continuing, “They’ll be needin’ a fan belt. Lester is on his way to get ‘em. Need you to bring one up to the house for Vincent while I take care of the other one.”

             What is it with Bo and fan belts?

             Then, the gravity of what he’s said hits you. Instantly, you pale. They’ve never had you participate before. You can’t do it, no way.

             “Bo—

             “You’ll do this, or I’ll make sure the next one on Vincent’s table is you. Got it?” He snarls, leaning forward and shoving a finger in your face. You clench your jaw, hesitantly nodding. What choice do you have?

             “Make yerself decent and meet me at the shop in a half.”

**

             You understand why Bo chose this dress. It’s tight, flaring out at the hips and hanging just halfway down your thighs. Your breasts are almost spilling out the top too. It shouldn’t be hard to lure a ‘college asshole’ up to the house looking the way you do now. You wonder which poor soul wore this dress before they ended up in the museum.

             You think you might be sick.

             As you walk to the shop, the oppressive Louisiana heat beats down on you, making you squint and pant. Sweat beads along your forehead and chest before spilling into your cleavage. You adjust your outfit, hoping to hide a little more skin. You feel exposed. The old wax woman across the street peers disapprovingly out her window. You flip her the bird. Poor old bitch.

             You round the corner to the little gas station, heart hammering. Lester’s truck isn’t there, but you can see three shadows inside the darkened shop window. You fluff up your hair, sucking in a huge breath. You can do this. You have to do this. You don’t have a choice.

             “Hey, Bo, need anything?” You adopt a honeyed southern accent, resting your hands on your hips, your face breaking into a smile. You hope it looks genuine.

             The three men inside turn to look at you. All three are apparently struck dumb by the sight of you. As you lock eyes with Bo, you fight the blush creeping up your neck. Baby blues rake over your body before snapping back to your face. He grins.

             “Hey, sis. Just in time.”

             Sis, huh?

             “These boys need a V-belt. I don’t see any here. You remember if we have any up at the house?”

             “Yeah, we just got some in today,” you chirp, reaching behind you to pull your hair off your dewy neck.

             “Would you mind takin’ one of these two up to the house to get it? I ought to go over cost of repairs here.”

             “Can do.”

             “Dibs!” shouts one of the boys, a tall, lanky thing wearing the stupidest sleeveless shirt you’ve ever seen. ‘Party with Sluts’ it reads. Okay, maybe this won’t be so hard. His friend punches him in the arm and he laughs before sauntering over to you, motioning for you to lead the way.

             “Hey, behave yerself. That’s my lil’ sister.” If you didn’t know Bo, you’d think he was teasing, messing with the kid, but the smirk curling across his face tells you he’s dead serious. No part of that smile reaches his eyes. You do not envy the kid you’re leaving here with him.

             “Bo! Knock it off,” you giggle, pretending to be embarrassed.

             If you were to look back on the conversation you had with the nameless guy you’re leading to his death, you wouldn’t remember a word of it. Your blood rushes too loudly in your ears to hear half of what he’s saying. You just giggle and play with your hair every time he speaks. It seems to be working.

             “Uh, kay, wait here, I’ll just run upstairs and get the belt,” you say a little too loud so Vincent can hear. You leave him at the bottom of the stairs, careful to accentuate the sway of your hips as you climb the steps so he’s distracted.

             Vincent wastes no time. As soon as you make it to the top, you hear a strangled shout, a heavy thud, then nothing. You don’t turn around.

             The second you make it to your room you peel the dress off your sticky skin and hurl it across the room. Desperately, you fight the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and the burn in your throat. You had to. You had to. You can’t die yet, not after everything you’ve been through.

**

             You carefully level off a cup of flour before tipping it into a bowl on the counter. You do the same with the baking powder, salt, baking soda….

             It’s three something in the morning. You haven’t been able to sleep all night. So, you do what you always do when you can’t sleep: You bake cookies.

             You gather up the butter wrappings and head for the trash can. As you move, you catch something out of the corner of your eye and jump in shock, gasping and bracing a hand against your chest.

             Bo leans against the doorway, beer in hand, mechanic suit half off and tied around his waist. He chuckles quietly when you grasp the counter and take a deep breath to steady your racing heart.

             “You scared the shit out of me,” you chide, tossing the wrappings into the garbage. You glance down, noticing your bare legs. Right. You’re only wearing a pair of panties and one of Vincent’s flannels. You didn’t think anyone else would be awake at this hour. Three AM usually found Bo passed out, Lester camping somewhere in his truck, and Vincent toiling away in the basement.  

             “I’ll go put some pants on,” you mumble, moving to leave the kitchen, but Bo extends his arm across the doorway to block your exit.

             “Nah. You look good in my shirt,” he comments, mouth quirking up at the corner in that stupid self-satisfied smirk he always wears. You glance down at the red and black checkered flannel, then back to Bo again.

             “I thought it was Vincent’s. I must have got it mixed up in the wash.” You swallow, looking away. You don’t like how he’s looking at you, like a wolf eyeing an injured lamb. He sets his beer on the top of the fridge.

             “No harm, no foul,” he murmurs, dropping the arm from the doorway to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. You jerk out of his reach, backing away. He follows leisurely, pressuring you until you’re backed up against the counter. He doesn’t stop advancing until his face is inches from yours.

             “Bo,” you mutter, a shaky breath leaving your mouth with his name. You say it like a plea.

             “Yeah?” he purrs, placing both hands on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. He leans in closer, so close you can smell the beer and cigarettes on his breath.

             “Please,” you whisper, voice trembling. He groans quietly under his breath at that.

             “Hmm, say that again, darlin’.” You shake your head, tensing when he reaches up to glide his fingers, feather light, across your jaw. He continues, “I didn’t like the way those fuckers were lookin’ at you today. Not. One. Bit.” He taps you on the nose in time with the last three words.

             “Well, they’re dead now, so….” You trail off, your hammering heart trying to force its way into your throat.

             “Mmm hmm,” he hums, “You did good today, baby. Real good.” You swallow, face heating up, a jolt of arousal sparking between your legs. His voice, the fingers stroking along your collarbone, his words; they’re having an effect on you.

             “Bo,” you beg again, more insistent this time.

             “You don’t like this?” he asks, stepping forward so you’re pressed flush against him. The heat of his body is overwhelming.

             “N-no, please, s—

             Your plea is cut off by the gasp that sneaks from your throat when Bo shoves his hand into your underwear and drags his fingers along your dripping slit. He brings them in front of your face, showing you how your slick shines in the low light of the kitchen.

             “I think you’re a fuckin’ liar,” he purrs, grinning wider, “Open your mouth.” You bite your lip and Bo strikes, gripping your jaw hard. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart. You won’t like it.”

             Slowly, you part your lips, opening wider when he shoves his wet fingers in your mouth.

             “Clean ‘em off. That’s a good girl.” You roll his fingers and your own salty taste around on your tongue, sucking on them when he demands it. That pulls another low groan from him.

             “I knew that mouth was good for somethin’.” He pulls his fingers from your lips and pushes them back into your panties. You inhale sharply and bite your lip again when his deft fingers find your clit, circling slowly, torturously.

             “Fuck, you’re wet, baby girl.” The words are whispered against your lips, his warm breath washing over your face. You let out a shaky breath, forcing your hips to stay still and not buck like you want. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

             Bo chuckles against your mouth before dragging your underwear down your legs, kneeling as he goes. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder. Vincent could walk in any minute, or Lester, you’re right there in the open—

             Bo dives in, sucking your clit into his mouth and humming. All your thoughts derail, crash, and burn. Your eyes roll back and you grip the edge of the counter with one hand, the other flying to your mouth to muffle your wanton moan.

             He laughs, dragging his tongue up your slit and lapping at your clit, slow, deliberate licks with the flat of his tongue. You can’t help it this time; you grind your hips into his mouth and he grabs a handful of your ass to pull you closer. He slips two fingers into your sopping cunt, curling them and making you whine pathetically. Jesus Christ, you’re already close.

             “Bo, Bo, Bo, I’m…I’m gonna—

             And then he pulls away. Your frustrated gasp is silenced when Bo slaps the inside of your thigh, hard. It makes you yelp and try to squirm away. He stands and grabs your jaw roughly, squeezing painfully.

             “Uh uh, I don’t fucking think so. Yer gonna cum on my cock and nowhere else, understand?” You nod, skin feeling like it’s on fire. You haven’t been touched like this for six fucking months. You worry you’re going to be consumed by need. You’ll say anything he wants.

             “Oh, ya’ want that now? You want me to fuck ya’?” His lips are wet, shining with your juices, and inches from yours again. He grinds his hard, clothed length against your hip.  

             “Yes,” you slur. It’s hard to talk with his hand squeezing your face so hard.

             “You forget your manners, sweetheart?”

             “Please, Bo, please,” you beg, resisting the urge to jerk your head out of his punishing grip.

             “Good girl,” he praises, spinning you around and bending you over the counter. He tugs your arms behind your back, gripping your forearms with one hand while he frees his cock with the other. It slaps against your ass, hard and heavy.

             In one, smooth motion, he lines up with your entrance and slams home, impaling you. You shriek behind grit teeth. Your walls spasm around the sudden intrusion and you wiggle your hips in an attempt to adjust to the stretch.

             “Ohhh fuck, that’s tight,” he growls in your ear, giving you no time to catch your breath before he’s ramming into you. The wet smack of skin against skin echoes around the kitchen. Every thrust pulls a strangled moan or whimper from your throat as you desperately try to contain your sounds of pleasure and pain. Bo laughs cruelly, hot breath puffing against your ear.

             “What’s the matter, baby? Don’t want anyone hearing you get fucked?” He punctuates the last word with a particularly vicious thrust. You mewl, and Bo wraps his free hand around your throat, pulling until you arch uncomfortably.

             Despite the mean treatment, Bo still manages to push you to the brink of orgasm again, his cock battering that perfect spot within you. You can’t speak well at this angle and with his hand tight around your throat, but he feels you beginning to clench around him, feels your legs trembling violently.

             “Yeah, cum on my cock, sweetheart, c’mon, give it to me, fuck yes, yes, yes—

             You bite your lip so hard you taste the coppery tang of blood on your tongue. Hot pleasure curls through your core, numbing you as you tumble over the edge into bliss. Bo groans in your ear, releasing your neck in favor of digging his nails into your hip.

             “’M gonna cum. Yer gonna—f-fuck—gonna get down on your knees and open that pretty mouth, understand?” Dazed, you nod. Bo pulls out and as you turn around, he shoves you down to your knees so hard they crack against the linoleum. Your pained grunt is interrupted when Bo fists a hand in your hair, yanking your head back.

             “Open yer mouth, stick out yer tongue, yeah, fuck—

             His voice is tense, clipped, his hand pumping his slick cock. He utters a broken moan and you snap your eyes shut as he paints your face, lips, and tongue white.

             “Swallow,” he orders breathlessly. You do as your told, forcing the bitter taste of him down your throat. He hums in approval, releasing your hair. You wipe your face on your sleeve and crack your eyes open to peer up at Bo. His cheeks are flushed pink, sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, chest heaving.

             “Goddamn, you look good like that,” he says, mouth turning up in a crooked grin. After tucking himself away, he helps you to your feet and grabs a nearby washrag to blot away the cum staining your skin. Your legs wobble, your crimson cheeks growing redder the longer he grins at you. Bo smooths your hair back, tucking it neatly behind your ears.

             “There. Good as new.” He swats you on the ass, making you jump in surprise. “Now get to bed. I expect breakfast in the morning, as usual.”  

             What a bastard.

[arcadejohn127-9]

Can you do a headcannon with the undateables now dateables please?? 😁 with an mc that wears a ton of make up and one day she doesn't cuz she forgot and they are like astounded by mcs looks and compliment them and tell them they don't need to wear so much cuz they are beautiful! Thank you!!!

I'm sure you didn't mean it for it to be like this, but this ask has a "I got stuff that's internalised" vibes and so I'm going to make this a teaching moment.

To Everyone who follows, wearing makeup or not is up to you - how much you wear is your bussiness. Besides, what is considered 'alot' could be a natural look depending on how many products you use.

I personally don't use foundation or concealer, my face is spotless and smooth and I incorporate my eyebags into my eye looks. But there's still the amount of eyeshadow I use as contour, actual eyeshadow, eyeliner guide and even to add more vibrance or odd colours to my lips. I also use eyeliner. Which doesn't seem like alot but its full face look.

Your makeup is your business and you shouldn't shame those who do wear it or those who don't nor should you rely on a man or woman to tell you when you look good. Your always look good, period. The trope of girls who stops wearing loads of makeup turns out to be naturally pretty just links to a mindset that people who do wear makeup only wear it because their ugly or trying to hide their true appearance.

Which is stupid because unless you're going out your way to do face morph looks, makeup is used to enhance features you already have. It just helps to bring attention to how pretty your features are.

"they don't need to wear so much because they're beautiful!" You don't stop being beautiful when you put makeup on. Again how much you wear and what you do with your appearance is your bussiness.

But I think that's enough of me going on, let's actually get into this.

Diavolo:

"ah, what a surprise, you're not wearing your makeup today, did something happen?"

He looked at your curiously

You dissmivley waved your hand, smiling

"Oh-! Yeah- I forgot to do it this morning and didn't want to run late for class, that's all."

"you look stunning might I add without it, it's a refreshing change - that sounded rude...I didn't mean for it come out like that."

He immediately looked guilty

Hand over his mouth realizing his words, he his lips pursed

It looked like he was internally beating himself up about it

You decided to be nice, patting his shoulder, seeing he didn't mean for it come out like that

"You're right, I am stunning but yeah, I get what you mean, it's new and I look good without it but I also good in it! It makes me feel good and lets me show off my favourite features."

You used your hands to shape and point out said features

Diavolo intently watched your hands but still had a guilty and apologetic expression

"I see, forgive my rudeness I never intended to imply anything, I'm glad you have something that makes you feel confident and happy."

"it's okay, Dia, perhaps I can do a look on you aswell? Show you the appeal."

Diavolo could be a child at heart and he almost squealed

He has been interested by your makeup ever since you've arrived

But instead of letting himself show his full excitement he nodded, grinning

He was aware of his butler's eyes on him aswell as Lucifer's

"I'd be delighted to."

Barbatos:

"I had a feeling I'd see a surprise today, it appears it was you, is there a reason you've decided to not do your usual look?"

"it sounds silly but just forgot, I was so tired this morning I'm pretty sure I dreamed doing my routine and couldn't tell the difference."

You laughed at yourself, gently scratching your cheek

You were embarassed by how easily tricked you were by your tired mind but you couldn't really blame yourself

You haven't been sleeping much so after finally getting the best sleep in your life you were bound to get groggy

He smiled, tilting his head to the side

His eyes looked as if he was scolding you

"thats abit alarming, get your needed sleep though the change isn't uninvited, you're very pretty."

You could tell he meant no harm by his words

But you've dealt with situations similar to this where the person was being very passive aggressive

It made you feel bitter and have a need to explain yourself

"I'll be sure to sleep, thanks but this isn't going to be a permanent thing, I'm very much happy with my usual look! Makes me feel more pretty~ I don't think there's such a thing as being too pretty."

You both chuckled at your end statement

"Fair, I do not control what you do but I advise you stop spending so much with asmodeus, you're starting to sound like him - I have actually done makeup myself, perhaps you'd like to see some examples? I'm intrigued if you have any feedback or tips I could use."

"asmo is just truthful! But on a serious note, I'd actually love to see that and feel honoured you'd want my feedback! You better not back out on this."

Solomon:

"I almost didn't recognize you, what a stray from your usual look, it's very off brand - I'm afraid viewers might be displeased."

You couldn't help but smile

He was using an inside joke you two made

After refering to one of the years as a season you two started making a few jokes about it

But it became a habit and now you two just had a thing were you pretended you were self aware TV characters

"Oh no! We can't have the ratings go down! Haha- I don't look that different, don't be ridiculous, I think it's just your eyes old man."

You poked the side of his face, near his eye

He frowned, he let you have passes on calling him old due to favouritism

But still got grumpy when you joked and brought him his age

You did only say it to tease and if he got genuinely upset or mad about it you'd immediately stop

"I'm not old, just wise - just for that your fanbase has shrunk but sadly, your good looks will bring them back."

You had a light blush on your cheeks, waving your hand

Acting as if you've swooned for him you leaned against his shoulder

"you're so kind yet so mean~ but I'm sure they'll prefer my normal form than this one, I kinda feel naked without my makeup - it's almost shameful."

"don't say that so loud, who knows who'll turn up naked, I'd rather not experience that today."

You bursted out laughing

Meanwhile he looked like he was experiencing Flashback'

Simeon:

"I like the new look, it's very natural! but is that makeup or your actual-"

"My face is bare, I forgot to put it on, not really bothered today."

His slender finger was pointed to your face, squinting to see if he could see

You almost wanted to laugh but you just lazily shrugged your shoulders

"oh! You're still look just as beautiful, I can't believe I couldn't tell, ever since I saw your more extra looks I've been looking into makeup and I saw people could make it look like they weren't wearing any."

"Thanks but don't worry, I'm not Insecure without it or anything, just really enjoy it! - oh? You're looking into it? Is there any looks you like specially, some people are really amazing at looking extremely natural or being really artistic - it's amazing."

He nodded

"pardon me then, I didn't mean to imply anything I just saw how much bad press was around it all and wanted to say incase but yes, I'm extremely intrigued by high light! It's so sparkly!"

He looked apologetic before his expression turned into one of awe and inspiration

You smiled, happy to see he was interested in something you were already passionate about

It was good to see him wanting to learn and gain interest

"You're sweet Simeon but this human is very happy! I see~ let me do your makeup later or a day you're free, I can give you my extra shimmery high light to really make those cheekbones of yours pop!"

His eyes were sparkling so brightly

Grinning from ear to ear with excitement

"I'd love to! Please, I want you to show me all your amazing ideas."

Luke:

"Your face is different, you're not wearing makeup!"

"And your face is still childlike, you're correct though, I forgot to do it."

You both pouted at each other, glaring

The moment quickly ended as soon as he started to speak

"oh, I thought this was going to be a thing now....you're pretty, why do you wear it? You don't need to especially the amount you normally wear."

You frowned

Annoyed no one has taught him about this kind of thing and how what he was saying was rude

Mentally noting to speak to Solomon and Simeon about this

But you couldn't be too mad, he was a child

You decided to make this a reaching moment for the young angel

"Well you see Luke, anyone can wear makeup even if they're super confident with their features or super Insecure, it makes people feel good and extra attractive or it can make you look dead and gross - really up to the person - and I'm just someone who really likes wearing makeup and alot of it, what may seem like alot to others could be basic to others, it's all about your personal touch and wants."

"I see....I'm sorry I didn't really understand-"

He looked absolutely devastated

Ashamed and guilty and extremely apologetic

"It's okay, I know you're still learning about these things - hey, how about I do your makeup and we can see what you like?"

You lifted his puffy hat, ruffling the messy hair beneath it

He didn't even swat your hand away

He was too excited and relieved by what you were saying, he jumped up and down as his hands turned into fists

"Really?! I'd- I'd like that, I'll go ask Simeon if you can come over and do it for me! Maybe we can try out your kind of style?"

"Sounds perfect, now go ask~"

He hastily rushed off to find the older demon

You watched from slight afar him asking permission but gave simeon a 'we need to talk' look

[flutter-hot-butter]

Fire meets Water

Portgas D. Ace X Reader

Warning! Smut under the cut~

"What do you mean you won't let a woman fight on your crew?!" You stare in disbelief at the bare chested pirate captain. The second division leader of Whitebeards following was towering a little above you, but looked at you straight nonetheless, grinning apologetically. "No can do lass. The old man doesn't allow woman figters on his deck and I live by his example. I made an exception for my old crew, but I'll have to turn you down..." You bald your fists. "Yeah sure, turn down my offer right after I helped saving your mates, ship and hide from that Sea King." You point at the boat just off the coast of the remote island you crashed on after the recent battle. "Real fair of you!" "Now now, don't get all pouty, princess. Sure, you've shown some admirable strength, but fighting a creature whose brain is as dense as the sea it resides in is something else than just randomly joining one of the elite crews of the sea. Still... If you insist..." Ace shifts, taking a battle stance. "I suppose I could arrange something, if you can beat me, that is." You smile, dropping your bag. "Bring it on!"

Ace coughs. The steam is still thick in the air as you kneel down beside him, barely capable of containing your excitement. He was on the ground, which means you've won against the Fire Fist Ace! You reach out a hand. "Let me help you." Ace scowls at you. "You could have told me you had a Mizu Mizu (read: water water) fruit." You retract your hand. "And reveal my tactics? Seems unwise." "Yeah sure you can keep it from an enemy. But a friend? Your possible crewmates? We're elemental opposities. You could've seriously hurt me if I didn't react in time." Ace gets up and sighs. "You're welcome to be a part of the crew, but you've got a long way to go to earn some trust." And with that, Ace and the other members of the division head for the ship.

You stare at the black water, your head and arms resting on the railing of the ship. Today had been a disaster. Sure you managed to get on Ace's crew, but you somehow still felt humiliated. You sniff as the merry sounds of your newfound crewmates drift off to the stars from the other side of the deck. You don't feel particulary cheery. You're lost in thought about how you can make it up to your captain, when his voice startles you from behind. "You look cold." You snap your head to the left, where Ace took a seat on the railing without you noticing. He nods towards your arms, which indeed have chilly goosebumps. "Oh sorry, I didn't-" "No need to apologize for being cold," Ace laughs. You feel silly. "I am sorry though. For what happened this afternoon, captain." Ace waves his hand through the air. "Bygones be bygones. You've learned and you're a part of the Whitebeard pirates now. Besides, I might have been a bit sultry too. You're pretty strong, for a girl," Ace jokes. You both laugh. You're about to say something in retortion, when a gust of wind blows by, making you shiver. Ace slides from the railing and wraps his arms around you. you're surprised by his action, but then realise how warm he is for someone who walks around with a bare upper body at this time of night. "You're... Warm..." You whisper "Yeah... A side-effect from the Devil Fruit..." Ace mumbles. He then buries his face in your hair. "Hmmm, you smell good..." You chuckle. "I doubt it will last out here on the sea." "Then I'll be sure to treasure this moment." You stand there in his embrace for a while, a little flustered, when Ace starts talking again. "Let's make tonight even more memorable..." He removes his arms around you and grabs your hands. You gaze into his eyes. The harsh, combative look of that afternoon had gone. Like a blazing fire turning into a kindling flame, Ace now looks at you with a soft smile, his eyes twinkling in the light of the moon. He tugs you towards the doors and pulls you inside. After a bit of a walk through the wooden hallway, he pulls you through another set of doors. You enter a room which you recognize as a captain's cabin. What was he planning? Before you could ask any questions, however, Ace had shut the door, and cloased all space between the two of you. You feel his chapped lips move against yours as he kisses you passionately. You place your hands against his muscular chest in a weak attempt to push him away. He puts his hands on your hips. You can't help it. The intense battle this afternoon, that moment you shared on the deck... He had been pulling you in completely all day, and you were genuinely starting to fall for the rather handsome, black haired captain. Your captain. With a jolt, you jump back. You can see Ace furrowing his brows in the dim light of the cabin. "Didn't like it?" "N-No.. It's just that... Well... You're the captain, and..." Ace sniggers. "There's no law on Whitebeard's crew preventing us from doing this. But if you really don't want to... You know where the door is," Ace says, while putting his signature hat on the coat rack next to the door and removing his shoes, not breaking eye contact. You don't move a muscle. Your mind is still racing in all directions, but it seems your body has already made a choice. Carefully regarding your actions, Ace makes his way over to you. Slowly, he leans in. Detecting that you're not going to retract, he carefully closes the gap between you again. As his nose softly brushes against yours, all thoughts in your head go silent, and you lean in as well. You slide your hands over his shoulders, resting them at the back of his neck. He wraps his arms around you. As the kiss becomes rougher, Ace urges you to slowly walk backwards, until you're up against the wall. he pins your arms to the side and breaks loose. You look at him. His gaze has changed once again. From combatant to soft, and now to an expression laced with lust. He strats trailing kisses down your cheek towards your neck. You softly moan as he sucks down on a delicate spot. He quickly releases

a hand to put a finger over your lips. "Now now, don't alert the rest of the crew, or our fun will be over," he grins, a playful glimmer in his eyes. He kisses you again, sliding his tongue across asking for entrance. You grant him. Meanwhile, his hands trail to your legs. Without any effort, he hoists them around his middle. You hastily grab on to his upper body for balance. Ace starts to grind against you. you can feel his member being rock hard already through his trousers. You let out a muffled moan. Ace grunts in agreement. You wrap your legs around his waist. His hands trail upwards again, towards your breasts. He squeezes them softly, making you break away for air. You bite your lip as he starts to toy around witht hem through the fabric of your shirt. He then tugs on your shirt and murmurs. "These clothes are getting in the way..." He taps your upper legs, signalling you to let go. Once you're firmly back on the ground again, Ace wastes no time pulling your shirt over your head. Your bra befalls the same fate. You are now both bare chested. Ace takes in the view and whistles. "Wow," he breathes. You have to surpress a giggle. Ace pulls you along to the bed, and gestures you to lay down. You quickly remove your sandals. Ace places himself on top of you, at level with your boobs, and takes a hold of both of them again. He rolls your erect nipples around in his fingers. You grab the sheets. Ace then takes a nipple in his mouth, carefully sucking. You can barely hold in a whimper. After a while, Ace relases your boobs ans reaches for your mouth again. During the kiss, he starts removing your skirt and underpants. his own garments accompany yours on the wooden floor. You pop yourself up a bit to take a look at his erect member. "You like what you see?" He grins, as he inches a bit closer. You smile, and open your mouth. Ace thrusts his hips forward, placing his tip on your tongue. You start sucking. Ace places a hand behind your head to hold you up right, and tangles his fingers into your hair. "Oh, that feels good..." He whispers. You slowly start bobbing your head. Ace goes along with your movement. You increase the tempo. You can hear his breath become irregular. Suddenly, he pulls away. You look at him in confusion, but he winks. "Not yet." He repositions himself to sit in between your legs, placed perfectly in front of your entrance. He traces one finger down over the length of your labia. You lean in to his touch. You can see him smile at your natural response. He strokes again, pressing a little harder this time. He then repeats the motion once more, also stroking upward. He stops at your clitoris, and makes a repetitive motion against the spot. Your nails dig into the bed as Ace replaces his finger with his tip, sliding up and down your vulva. You can feel yourself getting wetter. Ace continues until you've become slippery, at which point he places his penis against your opening. "Brace yourself." He pushes himself in. You put a hand over your mouth as he slowly submerges himself fully. Once he is all the way in, he leans over to you, prying your hand away and replacing it with his lips, to distract you. It doesn't take you too long to adjust, and soon you can feel his shaft throb. Ace starts his movement. First slow, but gradually picking up speed. He sits up right again and grabs your breasts, kneading them as he moves in and ou of you. You can feel your body growing more tense as the pleasure increases. As the speed rises to a certain point, Ace lays down and holds on to your shoulders for balance, pressuring them to augment his thrusts. You try not to scream as you feel his member pulsate. "Please Ace..." You moan softly. You want to release so badly. "Almost..." He groans. His breath has become ragged. With one last great impact, you can feel him spill inside you. It pushes you over the edge as well, and your can feel your body relax under the pleasure. Ace collapses on top of you, and you both breathe heavy. When Ace manages to recollect himself, he pulls out, and lays down beside you. You

turn on your side towards him. You can see that he's satisfied with his job. As your sexual high wears off, your chills return. You shift closer to Ace, cuddling up to him. Even now, his body is warm. He skillfully pulls the covers from under your bodies and pulls them over yourselves. He brushes a strand of your hair aside, and pulls up your chin to make you look at him. "You're an amazing girl, depsite the whole no women fighters law, don't you ever forget that. I never knew I'd fall for you so hard." He puts his arms around you. You smile and shrug. "What can I say? Opposites attract." You both laugh exhausted. As you drift off to sleep, Ace has one last thing to say to you. "Oh and (Y/N), now that we share a bedroom... You're not required to call me captain anymore." "Will do, Ace."

[tornrose24]

Heisenberg’s sunglasses, eyes, and what’s the deal with them

One thing I can’t help but notice about Heisenberg is how there’s only ONE TIME he isn’t wearing his glasses, but every other time they are covered up or hidden while he’s in his human form, and of course isn’t wearing any in his mutated form. And why its important.

To me, I think there’s more than just wearing them to be cool/because here’s another Resident Evil bad guy married to his sunglasses. I think it’s another way of him trying to hide himself or shield his true intentions.

-If I remember correctly from watching game play, you first see photos of the lords on an alter before you meet them, yet Heisenberg’s eyes are hidden under the shadow of his hat.

-Then when Ethan properly meets him up until he is forced into being chased by the lycans, Heisenberg is wearing his signature shades the entire time. (EDIT: In one gif I found, where someone was able to angle the camera to show his face during the four lords’ meeting, we see his face when he tips his hat to Miranda when she tells him he’ll decide Ethan’s fate. He’s got this hugest ‘shit-eating’ grin on his face at the time, but I have a feeling his eyes would be telling a different story since 1. He hates Miranda and 2. He needs Ethan alive, so there’s another reason he’s smiling here that isn’t clear in the story yet).

-Then there’s the first half of his conversation with Ethan at the factory up until he tells the Strum (Sturm?) to shut up a second time).

-Then right before he transforms into his mutated form, his eyes are hidden in shadow, but I watched someone’s short videos where the lighting is on high and you see that he’s also wearing sunglasses here.

-EDIT: Ok, so @cornydogx just reminded me that this extends to the promos as well. He always has his eyes hidden, be it with the glasses his head is tilted down. I haven’t seen to many of the promos, but my understanding is that it cuts away when he is in the middle of taking his sunglasses off. Then in the closest we get to seeing his eyes, you only see a little of one eye, which is covered up by his hat.

-EDIT: Actually now that I think of it, this... kind of includes the puppet show, doesn’t it? Since his puppet is the one who is wearing glasses instead of eyes. (But on the other hand, puppet!Heisenberg seems more genuine than his canon counterpart, so I don’t think it fully counts.)

So when is the only time he takes them off? Right when he makes his deal with Ethan. But why is that?

I think the shades is partly to hide himself and his true intentions in a way from Mother Miranda and the others, as well as to complete an illusion of what he wants to be seen as. In a way I understand because there’ve been times where wearing sunglasses feels like a defense mechanism that keeps people from seeing me or what’s going on through my mind, and I think that’s what was going on with him. 

When he takes the sun glasses off in front of Ethan after explaining his motivations, he makes his proposal. And I think its a sign of him genuinely wanting to open up to another. He hated his ‘siblings’ and his ‘mother’, and he didn’t have a high regard towards the villagers for their blind devotion to Miranda (among things). He’s willing to put his barriers down for a man he is starting to respect–a man who he hopes could be a potential ally in taking down Miranda and securing his freedom. He wants to trust Ethan and wants Ethan to trust him back.

But at the same time in the exact same moment, he also reveals another part of his intentions–while he wants to save Rose with Ethan, he also wants to use Rose’s yet-to-be-seen powers against Miranda. He probably doesn’t have an idea of what true familial love really means, or he accidentally informed Ethan that he really isn’t any different than the others. Either way, he reveals to Ethan that he sees Rose as a weapon and not someone else’s child who is genuinely loved and wouldn’t be disposed of by their own parent like Miranda does to Heisenberg and the lords.

He genuinely seemed excited/eager for the team up, until the smile drops when Ethan bluntly refuses. When he gives Ethan one last chance and Ethan refuses, he is understandably pissed off before coldly dropping him. (It’s really hard to find the right video of this cutscene that has good lighting, it’d make studying his expressions a lot easier. EDIT: However I was able to see more in gifs and he just–looks a little exhausted? And there’s one where I think it’s when Ethan first refuses the offer and he does seem really disappointed before he kicks over the chair).

So what about when he is in his mutated form then? The one where, if you look closely, only one eye is obscured by a bit of metal, while the other isn’t? This should be the only other time he isn’t wearing those glasses, right?

Well I suppose one could argue that when you are facing Heisenberg’s mutated form, you are facing him as the monster he really is. He’s pissed off and mocking Ethan the entire time, not to mention the highly questionable lines of him saying ‘You’ll meet Rose in the afterlife’ or ‘Rose’s power is mine after I kill Miranda’ (So is he ACTUALLY going to kill Rose?’). Unlike when he is human there’s nothing to hide in this form, no matter what he says.

Even if he was meant to be evil to the core, it still sucks that this character was going to be a bad guy to the very end. I still wish he could have been a genuine ally and wouldn’t have wanted to use Rose as a weapon since he wasn’t any different than her as another pawn in Miranda’s plans. But I do find the use of the sunglasses and when he doesn’t wear them to be very interesting for his character.

[yoonieboonie]

The Substitute Lover (4)

word count: 3k (longest one yet)

genre: fluff, angst hehe

pairing: myg x reader

summary: Finally meeting the college boy you’ve been eyeing on for months, everything goes wrong when you realise what you’re really getting yourself into.

a/n: this is part 4!!! Thank you to hat one Anon that gave me a review on the last chapter :< it really made my heart swell. I hope I’m doing this fic justice because in my head, there are countless of possibilities for this story! If you can, please please please leave me a feedback after reading this chapter. Can you also let me know if you prefer weekend or weekday updates? :> Thank you!!!!

NEXT | PREVIOUS

Yoongi zoomed home to pick up his car. He didn't bother dropping the call, his constant whispers of reassurance ringing through the phone.

"You're going to be alright, I'm coming." He assured. No response was heard on the other line, the only indication that she was still there were soft and steady breathes, enough to make Yoongi weak in the knees. It took everything in him not to floor the gas and attend to her faster. Traffic was almost nonexistent in the wee hours of the night but he wanted to get to her already.

He arrives to his destination and parks. Not bothering to do it properly, at that. He blindly reaches under the pot of plant for a spare key. He entered the apartment, heading straight to her room, only to find her curled up in her bed. Staring into space, not bothering to acknowledge his existence but spoke into the air.

"Took you look enough, Yoongs." Yoongi felt his heart swell at the nickname that left her lips. If there was any confusion as to why he went to the park with you, it was gone now. In his head, there was only one thing sure and one thing only.

It's her.

He took a good look at her, drinking her in. Floods of memories rushing back, making his head spin.

"You know, if you do this more often," he trails off. "You're just proving that you can't really live without me."

The voice has a teasing tone to it but they both knew the gravity it held. She shook her head playfully and motioned for him to come near. He obliged, missing the feeling of her touch. He ran his hand through his hair as he walked near her.

The moment he reached the foot of her bed, she reached out to him. Yoongi lay down, hugging her to his chest. She let her head rest on it, feeling slow and steady heartbeats. She recalls how often she found herself in this position with him. He was her safe place, no one can change that.

"I heard from Mijin that you found a girl to match your stubbornness." she mumbled, tracing circles on Yoongi's arm. He made a sound of denial. Somehow, he didn't think she would have heard of it that quickly, and to be frank, he didn't think she would care.

Yoongi, however, did care. He didn't want her to find out. He huffed as he figured out that it must be her little sister that told her. He started to stroke her hair as he spoke gently.

"Jagi, you know I'd never replace you." He assured.

"It's you and it'll only be you. You know that." She hummed in appreciation and snuggled closer to Yoongi. She knew that. Everything Yoongi was not, she was able to change. Like ice in a hot summer's day, she melted the cold man that is Min Yoongi.

Regardless of how things ended between them, Yoongi feels grateful that she made him come out of his shell. He was no one without her, or so Yoongi thinks.

She feels herself letting go and slowly falling into slumber. Yoongi made sure she's comfortable, hovering the blanket over to her sleeping form and cuddling her closer. He sigh, he shouldn't have went to the theme park. He shouldn't have taken you to get those stupid pink pair of bunny ears. He shouldn't have bought you matching sweaters. An ugly feeling was blooming in his chest, feeling like he cheated on her. He vowed to himself that he would never do it again.

You sure were a breath of fresh air, with your huge glasses and the green cardigan you loved so much. He noticed that you were smart, too. Always carrying a book in hand whenever you have lunch with the trio. Not that he paid attention but he commends how committed you are and dedicated to your studies. No matter how he denies it, you are the type of person who leaves a mark. He's seen it with his two friends, always contacting you for lunch and study groups. Both have seemed to form a liking to you.

He let himself think that if you didn't like him in that way, would you two be friends as well? He did enjoy your time in the park, he didn't even thought of her the whole time. This scared him. He was terrified that with you, he forgets.

He should never, ever forget.

So that whole night, Yoongi tried to convince himself that he regrets spending the day with you. However, there's this voice inside his head countering this. Deep down, he enjoyed himself too. He can still remember the way your eyes sparkled the whole day, beaming at every sight you see. This made him smile to himself.

He shook these thoughts away. He belongs to her. No one, he would let absolutely no one to take his attention away from her. No one deserves him but her.

Deciding to stop overthinking for the night, he snoozed off to dreamland.

-------------

"Yoongi." a voice awoke him.

"What is your dumbass doing here?" Mijin hissed.

"Where's Eujin?" Yoongi asked, trying to focus his blurry sight. Mijin sighed and sat down on the bed. She liked Yoongi, yes. But every decent human being would be concerned if someone was being used for convenience. That was what her older sister was doing to Yoongi.

"I asked you a question." She repeats. "You were doing so well. Why did you let her wrap her hands around your neck again?"

The statement made Yoongi's blood boil. She wasn't using him. She was under no obligation to reciprocate whatever Yoongi was giving her. The negative image that was painted of her isn't true, Yoongi thought.

"Where is she?" He groggily asked ignoring her question completely. With a defeated sigh, Mijin pointed to their kitchen and exited the room for Yoongi to freshen up.

"Is he awake?"

The voice made Yoongi stop in his tracks to hide behind the wall next to the kitchen. He decided to let the two sisters talk first without intervening.

"Eujin, why did you call him out here? I thought you made it clear to him that you were no longer interested?"

"I know." Eujin sighed. "But since I heard about the girl who asked him out on a date, I got curious." she dragged out.

This made Yoongi's heart leap with joy. His hands reached up to feel his necklace, the ring he gave Eujin as the pendant. He recalled how he lashed out at you when you asked about it. She returned it to him when she called things off. Yoongi has worn it around his neck ever since.

Finally hearing enough, Yoongi stepped in the kitchen, faking a smile. He looked at Eujin, who is eating beside Mijin.

"Nice shirt." Mijin compliments. Yoongi's hand flies up to rub his nape. Due to the urgency to rush there, he didn't bother changing last night. He ignored it and sat on Eujin's other side. The moment he did, she lays her head on his shoulder and looks at his chest. She sighed in relief when she spotted the ring.

It's still her. She still has him.

"Tell me, Yoongs. Is that from your date?" She asks.

Yoongi wanted to deny it. He wanted to say no. Instead, he nodded meekly, his hand holding onto Eujin's.

"It's not a date. I just want the bet to be down and over with." He desperately explained.

"It's okay, Yoongs." She offers a smile. "I don't really mind."

That stings. Yoongi winced internally at how genuine she sounds, hearing that made his heart drop to his stomach. He had hoped that Eujin would at least be concerned with who he was seeing, because he would surely lose his mind if she dated someone else.

That's how much he liked her.

Mijin stood up, tired of the conversation already. She muttered something about leaving early for school and with that stalked to the front door and left.

As soon as the door closed, Yoongi faced Eujin with so much sincerity swimming in his eyes. He looked at her lips, how it beat every ruby in existence with how the red painted them all over. Her nose pointed at the tip but just rounded enough to pass as a button, up to her eyes that light up the whole room. The ones that make Yoongi weak all over.

"What do you want me to do, Jagi? Tell me and I'll do it."

She shook her head. Despite her reassurance, Yoongi didn't believe that she was alright with how he stupidly went on the date. He wished he could turn back time.

"Do you want me to never see her again?" He pleads. "Tell me, Jagi. I'll do anything."

She shook her head but felt water brimming in her eyes. Truth to be told, she was scared. Never once did she feel threatened by anything when it comes to him. She watched him reject every advances made to him, even by her own sister. So when she heard that he agreed to this one specific date, it terrified her.

Yoongi instantly panicked upon seeing her cry. He stood up and hugged her as close as he possibly can. She clutched onto him until it can no longer be identified where one body starts and the other ends. They both knew that it was hopeless, they have tried multiple times to fix what was broken but they both know they would try again.

--------------------------------

That morning, both of them had class and Yoongi waited for Eujin to gather her things. She was carrying her management book and surveys for her upcoming business plan. She was a Business Administration major like you. Little do you know that it was the reason Yoongi held onto the necklace that day at the park. You and Eujin have so much in common; it couldn’t pass as coincidental to him.

Yoongi and Eujin held hands as he drove to the campus, at every stoplight he looks over her. His eyes turning into crescents as he smiles at everything she says. He was at awe with how good she looks on his passenger's seat. He didn't think he would see her seated on it again. But here she was, in the flesh.

After arriving at the campus, Yoongi had to go to the dorm to change and get ready for classes. She on the other hand is preparing to head to her professor for coaching. Together, they spot Namjoon looking at their intertwined hands.

Namjoon mumbled something to Hoseok who has his back turned on them. He looked over and his eyes trailed at Yoongi and Eujin's hands. He didn't bother hiding the scowl that formed on his face.

Hoseok abruptly stood up to leave, making Namjoon sigh and give Yoongi a disapproving look. They both thought this was over but they were apparently wrong. Yoongi squeezed Eujin's hand in assurance. He doesn't care at this point. It may be them versus the world and he wouldn't give a fuck.

"Jagi, call me after this. Please." Yoongi said, before bidding goodbye. Eujin nodded and headed inside.

Yoongi turned and headed to class where he has to face his two best buds that clearly weren’t impressed by his decisions.

He stopped by a vending machine, buying two sprites. He knew Hoseok couldn't say no to him. He just has to apologise and fix the rift between them.

As he entered the room, Yoongi's eyes searched for Hoseok's bright orange hair. He quickly beeline to them and placed the cans of soda as an apology. He squeezed himself in the middle of the two and mumbled a "sorry" sheepishly. He heard Namjoon open the can and took this as him accepting the apology.

"You made her come home wet and alone. It was freezing outside, Yoongi. I never pegged you to be this much of an asshole." This made Yoongi freeze up. It didn't cross his mind to take you home last night. His head was too clouded to even think about that. All he knew was to get to her immediately.

"Hoba," Yoongi trailed. "You know I never wanted to go in the first place. Why are you getting upset with me?"

"She's I and Namjoon's friend, Yoongi. If you cannot find it in you to be concerned with her, we do. Last time I talked to her, she sounded sick." Namjoon held Hoseok by the shoulder, trying to get him to stop.

"Hoba's just worried Yoongi." Namjoon explained. "Y/N hasn't picked up her phone and didn't go to her classes today."

Yoongi was taken aback by that but didn't show it. He shouldn't be concerned. You were no one to him. If merely being seen with you will make Eujin uncomfortable, he was willing to avoid you like the plague.

"Eujin needed me last night. I couldn't just say no."

Hoseok's eyes darted to Yoongi's necklace; it no longer held the ring. Instead it was now worn on his ring finger, confirming that they had indeed gotten back together.

"Whatever." Hoseok scoffed, not bothering to open the Sprite that Yoongi has gotten for him.

------------------------------------

You felt like absolute and utter shit. All over.

The moment you opened your eyes, you feel yourself burning as if you're in a furnace. You tried to reach out to your bedside table to get a thermometer and groggily held one to your ear. The moment it beeped, you already know that you are indeed burning with fever.

It must be the weather, you thought. Standing up, you went to the bathroom to get a paracetamol from your medicine cabinet. You fetched yourself a glass of water and gulped it away. You despised taking medicine but you had no choice, it was this or skipping today's lectures. It cannot be the latter since you already missed yesterday's.

Yesterday.

You sigh as you prepare the day. You remember how delicately Yoongi called the person on the other line "Jagi" or how he constantly reassured her that he was coming. To be honest, you didn't even think Yoongi was capable of being comforting and warm but the Yoongi you saw last night was, and sadly, it wasn't for you.

You shook the thought away and attend to your phone, you realised that you haven't responded to Hoseok or Namjoon. You got a call from Hoseok yesterday asking about the date and you told him that you are walking home and would call him after. However due to exhaustion, you fell asleep right after showering.

Glancing at the pink bunny ears at your vanity, you took out the picture from the waterpark and placed it next to it. Yoongi might not care about the date and was seeing another but you didn't care. You'd like to cherish the date as much as you can.

"First and last date." you whispered. "At least it was a good one."

You didn't bother texting Hoseok back, thinking that you'll see them later for lunch. Still feeling a bit under the weather, you went on your usual way to the campus.

You attended class per usual, not bothering to register the information given by the professor. You decided to go home after this, you can feel your fever getting worse and you're getting dizzier by the moment. You stalked to the restroom and went in to wash your face.

The moment the cold water hits your face was a relief. The burning feeling in your face is momentarily gone; you lift your hand up to feel your forehead when a voice spoke beside you.

"Hey, are you okay?" You glanced at her in the reflection of the mirror. You examine her face, she was ethereal. Every angle looks divine and sculpted by the gods. You have to look away because you found yourself staring.

"Yeah, just feeling a bit under the weather." You replied.

"I'm headed to the cafeteria, come with me. Get something to eat before taking a medicine." She offered.

Thinking about how Namjoon and Hoseok might be there, you agreed. Both of you exited the restroom and stalked to the cafeteria.

Students are scattered around making it difficult to spot Hoseok and Namjoon. After a little looking around, you spot them and waved your hand.

Hoseok looked relieved to see you alive and breathing while Namjoon just smiled at your direction. You noticed that Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. You guess he was still with her.

You shook your head. It was none of your business, like he said. All you need to do is focus on your studies and try to make the most out of university with your new friends.

Just before Hoseok and Namjoon reach your table, your new friend's phone began to ring. She stood up and answered it, leaving you alone at the table.

"Y/N," Hoseok breathed. "Are you okay? I thought you were sick." he pouted.

You offered a smile and nodded. Meeting the trio was a blessing. Hoseok was a great friend, same goes for Namjoon.

"Why did you come to school?" Namjoon asked, clearly disapproving that you chose school over health.

"Shush, you guys. I'm alright!" you laugh at Hoseok, still upset at your attendance.

Hoseok was about to speak again when a voice interrupted him.

"Hey, let's get something to eat so you can take your medicine." your new friend, who you've forgotten to take the name of, offered.

Namjoon blinked back in shock calling her name while Hoseok sarcastically smirked on the side.

"Eujin?!"

---------------------------------

NEXT | PREVIOUS