#'It's scary isn't it?' 'yeah. it is' 'Well. It'll all be over soon'

[eldritch-nightmare]

howdy!! hope you're having a lovely day! may i request ticci toby and any other creeps of your choosing reacting to someone harming their s/o? thank you in advance!

a/n: hi!! thanks for sending the request!! hope you enjoy <3

reacting to someone hurting their gn!s/o.

includes: toby, nurse ann, homicidal liu + sully [separate], the bloody painter, and laughing jill.

warnings: reader gets injured, murder, blood, the murder isn't detailed but some of them may be a little graphic maybe, near-death experiences, it's implied that the reader doesn't know helen kills people.

TICCI TOBY.

He would not be a happy camper, that's for sure.

Toby has already had so much taken away from him, so if someone were to try and take away the one person he allowed himself to love? Yeah, no, not happening.

Toby has taken so many lives he doesn't even know the exact number, and he doesn't normally draw out their death unless it's something Slender wants him to do.

But seeing you passed out on the ground because some sick fuck decided to take their anger out on you... it brought Toby back to darker days, and all he could think about was eliminating the danger to keep you safe.

And let me tell you, Toby draws out your attacker's death. They hurt you, so therefore they deserve every ounce of pain he gives them.

Honestly, if he could, he'd probably keep the person alive over the course of weeks just to get it through their head just how badly they fucked up deciding to hurt you, but he needed to get you help as soon as possible so he leaves your attacker to bleed out.

Once the anger he feels subsides, it'll be replaced by panic and guilt as he rushes you to the nearest place you can receive medical attention, be it the mansion or the hospital.

He won't feel better until you wake up, and even after, this situation will definitely cause him to become a bit paranoid over your safety. He really can't lose you. That's not a pain he can go through again.

It'll probably take you weeks, maybe even months, to reassure Toby that you were okay.

This situation will definitely make him more aware of your safety. If he's not off completing tasks for Slender, he's keeping an eye on you. He's not trying to be clingy or overbearing, he just doesn't want to see you covered in your own blood ever again.

NURSE ANN.

Ann can't remember anything that happened before her death and... proxification, but she does know that you've been by her side through the entire process. You're one of the very small handful of people she trusts and likes, so there was no way she'd let anyone take you away from her.

So when she sees you on the ground, bloodied and bruised because some dumb group of wanna-be urban explorers she was hunting down freaked out thinking you were her? Well, let's just say there's nothing that can calm Ann's burning rage at that moment.

Not only have these people trespassed into her hospital, but they also dare to hurt the love of her life as well? There's no fucking way she'll show them mercy now.

You're barely clinging onto consciousness as you watch your girlfriend mercilessly slaughter the people who dared to even put you in such a state. It's not because you wanted to watch, you were just too exhausted and in far too much pain to look away.

The amount of blood alone was nauseating, and at some point, you couldn't even tell what color the floor was anymore.

But once Ann has dealt with the intruders, she'll oh so gently pick you up from the ground and carry you to the nearest (and cleanest) hospital room so she can treat your wounds.

Ann doesn't speak much, but you can hear her softly apologizing to you as she takes care of you. She tries her best to be careful, not wanting to make the pain worse than it already is. She doesn't feel as if this is her fault, she knows it isn't, but she still can't help but feel bad.

This experience will definitely make her realize just how much she cares for you. It's a little scary, to be quite honest with you. It's weird being attached to someone.

She isn't going to become overbearing when it comes to your safety, but she'll definitely be more careful about hunting down trespassers if she knows you're in the area.

Don't worry, a situation like this will never happen again.

HOMICIDAL LIU.

Oh. Oh boy, what have you done?

Liu is, as we all know, not the type of person to take another's life in cold blood. He only hurts others when it is self-defense because he doesn't want to be anything like his brother.

But keep in mind that Liu is also very protective and he has a lot of pent-up anger (among a variety of other emotions) that he keeps under tight wraps. So, believe me when I tell you that you really do not want to be on the receiving end of that anger.

Unfortunately, some sad soul was completely unaware of this and decided to hurt you.

Now, for Liu, he honestly blacked out the moment he saw you bleeding out on the ground. You, however, witnessed the carnage that was about to take place. Honestly, for a moment, you thought that Sully had taken over because of how violent it got. But no, it was all Liu.

Liu doesn't make quick work of this. No, by the time he came out of whatever stupor of anger he got put in, he was drenched in blood, and the person he killed didn't even look like a person anymore.

He didn't use his gun. He used Sully's knife. You've never seen him use a knife before. He always avoided them, he only ever used guns. But he used a knife. He broke the fucking knife.

Right. Well. You'll just have to sit him down and discuss what transpired later. Preferably when you aren't bleeding out. Luckily for you, Liu has taught himself medical care. He's pretty damn good at treating wounds like this as well, so you're in really good hands.

Just... keep pressure on the wound for a moment while he quickly washes off all the blood on his hands.

You'll be okay. He'll make sure of it. He won't lose you.

SULLY.

Now, I bet you're expecting me to tell you that Sully would also go absolutely ham on the person who hurts you. No. He doesn't. Unlike Liu, he doesn't become overcome with pent-up rage.

He does get angry, don't get me wrong, but that anger isn't important. You're hurt, and you need immediate assistance, so Sully doesn't even spare the person a glance as he pulls out Liu's gun and shoots them in the head.

Sully is... less good at treating wounds. He tries his best whenever he sustains an injury, but Liu is always the one who has to take care of it.

But he does know where a certain eyeless man tends to lurk around, so he won't waste any time taking you to get treatment from him.

He'll keep the conversation topic light as you get treated, joking around with you and talking about anything and nothing at the same time. It keeps a smile on your face, and it keeps you distracted from the pain you're in.

It also keeps Sully distracted from the fact that his hands are shaking.

For a moment, he's not really sure why he's shaking so much. You're safe, and you're getting treated. It's only when you knock out after taking some pain meds that Sully finally realizes that he was scared.

You could've died, realistically. You probably would've if he hadn't been there.

He's never been so close to losing someone before. The thought alone was making his stomach churn. He's... he's never felt scared like this before.

This is probably when he realizes that he loves you.

THE BLOODY PAINTER.

Now, Helen isn't the most emotionally expressive person out there. Just one quick glance at his default expression and you'll come to the conclusion that he's a pretty apathetic person.

But you know him. You've learned how to identify his microexpressions. He had dropped by your place and walked in to see you treating a pretty bad cut on your arm. It was just a very slight shift in his expression, one that only lasted for a fraction of a second, but you could see the worry and the underlying anger.

It's actually pretty awkward as you explain to him what happened, going into detail about how some guy had just randomly decided to attack you when you were in town today.

Helen seemed to be taking in every detail you provided, and when he finally spoke up, it was to ask if you could describe the guy for him.

You had just assumed he was going to sketch the guy's face to give it to the police or something, so you didn't see any real issue with telling Helen, doing your best to describe what the guy looked like. You were honestly over the entire situation. The cut on your arm was bandaged and it didn't hurt much anymore.

The situation ended there for you. It was never brought up again, and Helen stayed the night to help you with anything that may be an inconvenience to do with an injured arm. It was sweet seeing him worried for you, if you're being honest.

It may take a few days, but Helen eventually did track down the person who had hurt you.

He treats them like any other victim, though it's obvious to authorities that this person had a particularly cruel death.

There is nothing tragically beautiful about this person's death. It is not a piece of art like all the other deaths were made out to be. This one still had their blood.

Honestly, their death feels so out of place for the case of the Bloody Painter that authorities are hesitant to consider this another one of his victims. It could be a dispute that led to murder, and in a panic was staged to make it look like a serial killer did it.

And you stay oblivious to this, none the wiser.

LAUGHING JILL.

Look, Jill truly felt as if she would never experience happiness ever again until you came into her life and made her realize that she can still feel such a thing.

You've basically become a source of joy for her, so there was no way in hell she'd ever let that go.

And when someone hurts you? When someone makes your face screw up in pain? It's an image that Jill never wanted to see. She's already lost someone close to her, stolen away from her by a monster. She can't lose you too. She just can't.

She also makes quick work of whoever hurt you, slicing them with her chainsaw once or twice before tossing it to the side and hurrying over to you.

You'll have to reassure her that you're okay as she lets you use her as a pillar of support. Even if you aren't okay, you need to reassure her that you are.

Jill doesn't know how to treat your wounds, something that will definitely change in the future once you're able to get actual treatment.

Honestly, she'll probably burst into tears and apologize profusely even though you getting hurt wasn't her fault. She still should've been there by your side. If she had been, you wouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place.

She'll definitely be hyperaware of anyone who comes near you now. It doesn't matter if it's someone you're close to or if it's a complete and total stranger.

She'll immediately tense up and view them as a threat, sticking close to you just in case something happens.

It'll take months, maybe even years for her to move past this.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Pumpkin Carving With the Triple Threat Harlows

First Babies of Private Garden Blurb

"Daddy, what is your pumpkin going to say?" Ivy curiously asked as the two of you were helping them carve their pumpkins. This would be their first year doing it and they couldn’t contain their excitement wanting to do it as soon as possible.

As in, it was only October 1st.

"It'll probably say, I love my wife." Autumn piped up as she was trying to get all of the seeds out of hers and you couldn’t help but to stifle a laugh as Jack just looked at her and rolled his eyes.

"These kids I swear. I had three mini versions of you." He whispered before pinching the bridge of his nose while Autumn simply shrugged when you looked at her.

"Well I think that's a good idea for you to put. And did she lie? But I would have to say Axel is a mini version of you." You said as you leaned over to kiss his cheek, but Axel did a double take when he saw this and promptly stomped over to where the two of you were at the head of the table and squeezed in the middle while grabbing your leg.

"Daddy, can you back up? You're too close to me and mommy and we need space to do our pumpkin. And mommy stop kissing Daddy, we have work to do. You've kissed him enough today."

"Yeah definitely baby Jackman." You said and you couldn't help but to laugh.

"What the? I thought I was helping you? And she can give me as many kisses as she wants." Jack asked and all Axel did was stare at him.

"That was until you tried to steal her from me."

"I…. So you mean to tell me that I stole my wife? From you? Who is our son? And that we brought into this world? Do I have that right?"

"Daddy… this isn't rocket science and it shouldn't be that hard to understand." Axel responded while you were doing your best not to laugh since Axel was being serious… or at least you thought he was.

"Daddy, you can't even be mad, he is literally a small version of you. You act the same exact way when it comes to mommy." Ivy added as she was deciding on a pattern for her pumpkin.

"I am fighting for my life every day in this house." He muttered as he looked down at you.

"Ax, how about me and daddy help you with yours? You get a two for one deal." You suggested and it looked like he was thinking about it.

"Fine, but if Daddy gets kisses and hugs, so do I. It has to be even. And I want to watch The Great Pumpkin when we're done."

"But who's going to help me with mine?!" Autumn said while crossing her arms and pouting.

"Your big sister, obviously." Ivy quickly answered as she attempted to pick up the knife which Jack quickly swiped from her reach.

"We're going to help all three of you and Ivy, you know that none of you are allowed to touch sharp objects."

"Well it shouldn't have been so close to where I could reach it."

"Gentle parenting, gentle parenting." Jack kept whispering to himself while massaging his temples.

"Ax, that can be arranged. Now what are we putting on your pumpkin?" You asked while brushing your hand through his curly hair that resembled Jack's.

"I want to do a scary face." He said while going through the stencils on the table while trying to find one that he liked.

As Axel was distracted, Jack looked over at you and tried to steal a quick kiss, but as soon as your lips touched, you heard him sigh.

"I can never have mommy to myself."

"Tell me about it Ax." Jack responded and all Axel did was make a face at him.

"And yes I'm referring to the three of you, now which pattern are we doing?"

"Jackman!"

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[possibilistfanfiction]

Butch Bea with thoughts around top surgery? (if it's not a consideration for her/them totally no worries) would be interesting to hear Bea deciding and/or confiding in Ava abt it - your writing of feelings is always so good tysm

[ok if ppl don't want this in the butch bea canon then that's fine BUT if ppl do... this is sweet. i love this prompt]

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you've seen beatrice come out of surgery before, but this is different. her eyes flutter open reluctantly, although she'd already woken up for the nurses before they let you come back to the pacu. you're sure she'll be nauseous, because anesthesia always makes her feel sick, but when she finally manages to look at you steadily, she smiles.

'hi baby,' you say, and you're in the same kind of sterile hospital as you have been before, when things have been bad, and scary, or hard. but this — this — is so, so beautiful.

'hello ava,' beatrice says, her voice rough from being intubated, hilariously formal for being so obviously high.

'how you feeling?'

'pretty good.'

'yeah?'

'a little sick to my stomach. but — everything went okay?'

you run a hand through her soft hair, kiss her forehead. 'it went really great.'

her smile breaks your heart a little: you know, now, more than anyone else in the world but her, how long she denied herself this peace.

'your surgeon said she'd be by soon, and you'll be able to see.' she leans into your hand with a sigh, and you rub your thumb along her cheekbone. 'you can rest while we wait for her.'

she's asleep almost immediately, her long lashes and her freckles and when she had brought top surgery up, months ago, with shaky hands, you had held her in your arms and held her jaw in your palm. 'there are very few things that could make me love you less,' you had told her. 'this will make me so proud of you, and so, so happy for you.' she had nodded and kissed you, salty, relieved tears down her cheeks. 'my only condition is that, if you feel like it, you wear shirts as rarely as possible at home. or out, i'm not opposed to that either.' and she had laughed and you're more sure, every single day, that the world isn't supposed to exist to harm or to hurt.

you hold her hand in yours, update your sisters and friends that bea is awake and fine and loopy, promise lilith that you'll send some good videos of her soon, and a few minutes later wake her when her surgeon knocks on the door.

'i can see?' she asks, excitement evident even through the fog of anesthesia, and you love her.

'we want to keep the padding and compression on for the most part,' her surgeon explains, but then she smiles. 'but yes, for a minute.'

bea nods and you help her sit up a little in bed. you're no stranger to surgical dressings and drains at this point, but you've always found them necessary at best, gross and painful at worst. but you watch beatrice get to look at the curved scars that span her chest, the bandages over her re-grafted nipples — you watch her entire face light up and her shoulders set and she grins and starts to cry. you look too, and she is so, so beautiful; you feel tears burn at your eyes too and then she looks at you and laughs.

her surgeon smiles too. 'your swelling well go down, and the drains will come out in about a week, hopefully.'

'it'll be even better?' she asks, disbelief and awe.

you squeeze the top of her hand, the deep reverence in her voice filling your whole body with unspeakable joy.

/

it takes a few weeks for her to be back on her feet, a few months until she gets to go surfing and to the dojo again. but you make sure she's comfortable and order all the food she wants; you wash her hair for her and empty her drains. you are no stranger to being cared for — by beatrice, with tenderness — and, when it's your turn, you realize, time and again, that there's love there that moves heaven and earth.

'ugh.' lilith rolls her eyes when bea walks out of the hall from your bedroom, joggers slung low on her hips, drying her hair. all of the swelling has gone down and her nipples have fully healed.

'hello, lilith,' bea says. 'so nice of you to drop in uninvited and then complain about brunch.'

'oh, i wasn't complaining about brunch. i like these pastries.' she waves the pistachio croissant she took off of your plate around for effect. 'i'm complaining because i feel like i'm going to have to see your abs for years now, all the time.'

'i'm so very sorry,' bea says, definitely not sorry at all. lilith has been in and out every few days to check up on bea, so it's all a very silly charade at this point.

'i am happy,' lilith says, taking a bite of the croissant and then continuing, her mouth full, just to bother bea, 'that you're doing so well. and feeling so happy in yourself.'

'thank you,' beatrice says, her strong back turned to you as she makes both of them tea very precisely. 'chew with your mouth closed, please.'

[annakie]

FIXING THE HOUSE: PART TWELVE - We Can Make It on the Outside

Part One: I Do Not, In Fact, Have the Power

Part Two: Let’s Spend Lots of Money!

Part Three: All These Things That I’ve Done

Part Four: I Really Want to Stay At My House

A little interlude.

Part Five: Power Down

Part Six: You Will Leave Some Paint

Part Seven: Backwards to go Forwards

Part Eight: Master of Bathrooms

Part Nine: Within a Room, Somewhere

Part Ten: Rooms With No View

Part 11: Big Bang Room Part A and also Part B!

Hi, I know it's been like a week and a half but I was damn busy. I went to Minnesota and saw my buddies @ahab99 and @gloriousclio for a long weekend and it was fantastic! And then just generally busy since I got home, doing lots of projects for home and other personal life reasons. But there's still two posts to go after this one, so let's actually finish this!

Today we're going to talk about the garage and I think also just like, outside in general? And we'll leave the two biggest reveals for last.

Let's leave the living room and first head into the garage!

Look, the garage is not that exciting. The most exciting thing tbh was the fact that I got it like, halfway cleaned out back in July.

It's been too damn hot, YES EVEN IN OCTOBER to really finish the job after I, tbh, worked too hard on it in July, but I'm still glad I did that because of how bad it needed it, but we covered that already.

So I said this before but I made enough space to easily walk around, I put up some metal shelving for more storage/organization, and did some general tidying, so hey you can walk through it now.

There's a significant amount of stuff sitting in it that I'm waiting for a friend of mine to come get, idk when that's going to happen but I hope soon. Like a loveseat, a vacuum cleaner, a small desk etc. When those things are out, it'll be even better.

There's also several bags of clothes that need to go get donated and one bag of fandom-related shirts I was going to sell cheap here on tumblr maybe if I ever get around to it.

So one big improvement was just the fact that the drywall was starting to get real iffy. Some of it was straight up threatening to fall down. So that's fixed. I do not care that the new drywall is blue. It's a garage, I'll deal with it later, maybe. Also hey, shelving! Still messier than I want it to be. At least all that crap isn't on the floor anymore.

Also, no pic for this but apparently one of the beams across the ceiling in the garage was either loose or had come completely off the joist, maybe during the re-roofing? Anyway, Arturo fixed that, too.

So yeah, the workbench is still messy BUT.. remember way, WAY BACK in Part Two when I had no internet one night because the plug for this internet box was on the ceiling over my garage and it'd come loose, but I couldn't plug it back in because it was right over my car, which was blocked in by a dumpster?

Yeah, well, see, that won't be a problem again. Yay, I have power next to the workbench! A brand new outlet.

Crazy that there wasn't one there before. The only actual outlet nearby was against the back wall, pretty far away. And that outlet was SCARY. Very loose, felt really unsafe. It's been rewired and looks good now, too.

The most noticable improvement was this...

OK, see? Still TUFF there. It's actually a little better now. BUT... the windows! You can see through them! They don't have paint smeared on them! None of them have been shot through with a BB gun!

Look I love the kids who live across the street (and there are ALWAYS kids in that house, the kids who were kids when I moved in 21 years ago now have their own children, and there are always other kids there.) But occasionally they cause mischief and at SOME point someone shot a BB through my window and also into the siding a bit. I don't have any proof who did it or honestly exactly when, so I never confronted them, but it irked me for the last 2 or 3 years when it was there.

They were also just original to the house, and needed replacing. So now they've been replaced and look nice!

OK, enough of the dirty, stinky garage, at least until it gets actually cleaned out more.

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THE FRONT EXTERIOR!

The picture at the top of this post was the last picture I had from "Before" and that was taken day one of roof work back in late June or early July. The old roof, old gutters, old windows... etc. Just old and tired looking. You can see huge cracks in the driveway.

TBH it was starting to just look run down. Other problems were like, the garage door needed painting, honestly everything except the poles needed painting and that's only because they'd gotten so bad a couple of years ago that I had asked my lawn guy do it.

Obviously most of the things that improved the interior along that wall improved the exterior, like the windows and door.

All of the black trim along the fake shutters and next to the door got a fresh coat of black paint. The windows got touched up. I thought about replacing the light fixture but it's only like 10 years old so I didn't.

TBH the brick and cement could use a power wash, I need to talk to my neighbor's son about that since he does power washing. The new door especially looks so pretty. It also needed to be swept in that pic, it has since been, and the bushes trimmed.

My neighbor Veronica keeps reminding me that the bushes out front are too high, and she's right. I talked to my lawn guy about it and we decided to cut them way down in the spring when they'll start to grow back again.

Another improvement outside is security. I have a door lock camera, another camera you can't see in these pictures covering the front porch. There's a motion sensor spotlight camera over the driveway. And more stuff you'll see.

See? Camera.

New windows! Painted garage door!

The plan had been originally to power wash the driveway here. But there were those two HUGE cracks that were a problem. We filled them in with caulk(?) and cement but then you got... well, what's there. Also looked real bad.

Arturo ended up with a couple of extra bags of cement from another project. So he ended up putting a new entire layer of cement over the driveway.

He said it won't last forever, probably in the next couple of years we'll need to do a new driveway in order for it to look good, but by the time we got to this, the money was really starting to run dry.

So here's the front of the house now! It's so much better! Still has a little ways to go, but definitely not in the running for the shame of the block anymore.

Couple of other small things happened, including me washing the glass in my little lamppost, and spending $34 on ONE replacement pane that had broken long ago but it now looks fresh and whole.

There's also now a little sign you can kind of see on the door in a pleasant script that says "NO SOLICITING! Family, friends and Neighbors welcome!" I'm not sure if it's actually working or if people are just skipping my house now that it's clear I DON'T need new windows, but I haven't had any randos knock in a month or two since it went up.

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Had Arturo make a small improvement to my gates -- there were just BIG gaps between the doors and the walls. Like you could pretty easily see my entire backyard if you wanted to peek in at either door.

So he bought and installed a border around both doors of the same cedar wood, and I had saved a quarter bucket of the stain from Joel so it got painted. I also put locks on the gates because the locks the gates came with seemed pretty easy to open from the outside with like, a coat hanger. Now... not possible.

The sidewalk is swept and most of that junk is gone now, though I'm still waiting on my friend to come get the extra granite that he requested Arturo bring for him. STOP CLUTTERING UP MY HOUSE!! :D

But tbh, I don't have the funds and haven't had the time to pretty up the sides of the yard yet.

BUT... big improvements have been made on the patio!

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You may recall that the patio was in various states of looking pretty much like this all summer.

Eventually, as we finished up projects, the patio started getting a little cleaner and a little cleaner, combined with Monday or Tuesday Morning cleanups.

Hey, an empty, but ugly, patio floor! You may recall the patio ceiling got painted and the ceiling fan went up very early.

What's this? It's just ONE color instead of three or four worn through colors? I love it!! A nice green, which, again, was a darker shade on the same card as the ceiling color. I'm probably going to need to do yearly touchups but I have the can of paint for that for at least the next year or so. Believe it or not, these are not the same greens as in the dining room, nor the master bath, or the k-- wait we'll get to that. Just a lot of shades of green in the house, all different!

The patio furniture I think I mentioned at some other point got painted from stained red to the same color as the patio ceiling. I bought new grey cushions that look fantastic with them.

I also had taken the rug that had been under my computer desk the last couple of years and washed it off in the backyard, let it dry, then rolled it up and put it in the corner of the patio and forgot about it for a month or two.

When I was finishing the final cleanout of the patio for the painting I had an idea of what to do with it!

I also, back when all this started, had bought an adirondack chair. I wanted a nice lounger to relax on in my backyard, even though I had four perfectly good matching chairs already. But I wanted to lounge. I bought it in like... June, I think? The box arrived, I dragged it to the patio and it basically became a table for two months.

Just this last week I finally unboxed it, and spent three hours putting it together. I do love it!

The rug really adds a bit of homey-ness to the patio I think. It'll probably be need to tossed in a couple of years, but for now, I really like the look.

Hey, you can also see the new bathroom window from the outside here!

I really think the patio came together well. There's an element or two still missing.

And also... what's this?

I bought a house for my feral boys Buster and Peter for the winter! I really wanted them to have somewhere protected from the elements for those long week or three where it's actually cold in Dallas in the winter. I also wanted something that looked cute and gave them both their own space.

Still working on getting them to understand that it's for them, but Peter has at least checked it out!

Buster is under a chair over there being unimpressed. But also it's still in the 60's or 70's at night so they haven't needed it yet. I'm sprinkling food and treats in and on it to get them to try to investigate at least. There are warm beds on both the top and bottom levels for them. And you can see they also have beds in the chairs/floor where I see them sleeping.

They get oral flea medication every month or so btw.

The backyard is covered with cameras covering every inch. Nice cameras that solar recharge and are in high resolution. Every entrance of the house has at least two angles on it now. I'm really happy with that setup. Plus of course monitored alarm system.

There's no perfect home security, but I feel like I've made my house an unattractive target, at least. There are also generic signs posted about the video/alarm surveillance.

ANWYAY...

Fry and Pemily have also been enjoying supervised visits outside!

Fry loves dirt. Pemily loves just chilling out. I love hanging out out there after work and chilling with them. I do want to get a little side table for the lounger, but in due time. And YES I WEAR CROCS AROUND THE HOUSE. They're comfortable, ok? :D

Still gotta get the generator hooked up, and at some point actually finish beatifying the outside, but that's gonna take more money han I have left over now. I'll keep working on it, but also right now I'm letting myself just enjoy it.

OK! Back inside next time for the last two updates!

[writefinch]

FRIENDLY CHAT

Hey! Sorry to pull you in here before your break, we just need a quick chat. So, long story short, uh, a customer complained that you point-blank offered him a condom.

This isn't the first time. You know it's against company policy. You're only supposed to get them if the customer requests it first. Like, you're not even supposed to have them on display. I know that part is stupid, but if the regional manager checks the tapes and sees condom bowls in plain view, I'd still get written up.

No, no, absolutely not, I'm not going to write you up. I don't think it's necessary and you know it goes totally against my management style. I want to talk through your concerns.

I wanna remind you that we take all the recommended industry-standard precautions. In fact we go above them! First off, you're fully vaxxed, and that's the end of ninety percent of things to worry about, period. You've got an IUD on the company health plan, even though your T-shots probably suppress it. The customers get a physical screen in the waiting area. All us boys and girlies get tested every three weeks, twice as frequent as the industry standard.

That's already extensive, it makes you safer than the vast majority of people in our line of work. If we did any more, customers will get the wrong idea. They'll think we're an unclean brothel with unclean customers. It'd remind them too much of all the you-know-what from the past few years.

Yes, you're not wrong about that. Breakthrough infections happen, and people get sick. But you know what I'm gonna say? You're very robust, you know that? You've been here for what, eighteen months, you've been pulling long hours and beacoup extra shifts and you've barely caught a sniffle. The testosterone must be helping!

Now you might not stay this lucky forever, that's why we have six paid sick days and a flexible admin rota. Usually when you catch something it'll be a mild itch and trouble peeing. You won't even wanna rest, and yeah you won't get the full rate for paid clients, you can still get paid to do the laundry and the paperwork for a week while it clears up.

Every year I get a couple of colds from my kids and take three or four days off, and every year I always get a VD from one of the clients and spend a week washing sheets and cleaning dildos. You know what that gives me? Two or three days rolled over into vacation time!

Yes, you can get unlucky. You can get a couple of back-to-back infections. I tell every boy and girl who starts here the same thing: before they take out a loan on a new car or move out of their toxic roommate situation, make sure to get two weeks pay in a savings account. Even if you do have to dip into your rainy day fund, you know full well that there's always extra shifts to pick up around here.

Yeah, you can catch something nasty. You can have a bad reaction. We all remember how scary it was before the vaccines were available. But here's the thing: you drive to work, right? You're on the freeway twice a day. Forty-thousand people die every year in car crashes, and tens of thousands more get life-changing injuries. You don't spend every day worrying about that, right?

You just get on with it and live your life.

Look, I'm really sorry about this whole thing. You're really special to me, you know that? You're a genuine friend to me, I mean that. We get on really well, all the girls love you, you're a hit with clients and that's why I jumped on this y'know? This job is only as fun as the people here make it, and I don't want to see you written up for something that can be talked out.

Discipline here is so stupid. I'm fucking sick of the owners hassling girls, and boys, out of working here and then crying and bitching when we can't meet customer demand.

I said I'd be out of here as soon as I get my HVAC cert but if they put us all through that again I'll just quit on the spot. That's why I want to look out for you. You've helped me through some really difficult times, on shift and off. I wouldn't have been able to get through junket season without you. I'm serious, if you hadn't joined when you did, there'd be gun laws named after me.

Thanks for listening, and again, I'm sorry for even bringing this stuff up. Just promise you'll keep what I've said in mind? We've all got to look out for each other here.

Hey, once you're back from break, can I have your help with something? I've got a no-refusal client and well, all the other girls refused. What? No I don't want you to take him, c'mon man I'm not gonna let you off a written warning to guilt you into picking up my shit, honestly! No, I'm the supervisor on shift so it's up to me.

Anyway he's not into boys, even pretty ones like you, sorry. But he's a real charmer, so would you mind sticking close in case he starts throwing up or throwing hands? If I have to hit the panic button I think Sergei will throw him out of a window, and nobody needs that headache.

Thanks, I really appreciate it. We'll be in the spa room, so let me know when you're ready to play pool boy…

[fandoms--fluff]

Leaving The Castle

Female vampire reader x Lizzie Saltzman

Summary: Going into town with your bestie and ending the night with a fun little scheme

Warnings: swearing?

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"Ugh, I'm so bored!" Lizzie flops down onto your bed where you're reading a book.

"Wait a second, are you reading Twilight?!" Lizzie exclaims, reading the title.

"Yep, Damon always got annoyed when I watched the movies, but I've never actually read the books" You put the book down. "It's not the best honestly."

"I could've told you that" Lizzie smirks.

"Oh shush, how about we do something that your father won't like?" You ask. "I'm in," Lizzie says straight away.

"Then follow me" You stand up, pulling Lizzie up by her hand. You keep holding her hand, leading her out of the school and into the forest.

"Where are you leading us to?" She asks, wacking a blackberry bush branch out of the way. "You'll see...right..about......now" you move some bushes away, revealing an older-looking black and red Kawasaki.

"Please say we're not going dirt bike riding" Lizzie's eyes widen.

"Don't worry were not, it'll be a lot easier getting to town on this" you say, easily pulling it out of the bushes and remove any twigs and leaves from it.

"Huh, smart" Lizzie smiles. "You do know how to drive that thing, right?" She then asks you.

"No, I've just had the same bike for fourty years because I like how it looks" you say sarcastically. "Of course I know how to drive it."

"Here, put this on" you say, giving her your helmet.

"You always have an extra helmet?" Lizzie asks as she starts putting it on.

"No, but I don't really need one, the only reason I have that is because of nagging people about safety" you explain to her.

"Hop on" you said smirking, seeing your best friend's cautious face. "Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen. All you have to do is relax your body against mine and go with my movements"

"You promise?" She asks while getting on the back and wraps her arms around your waist. "I promise, always. You ready?"

"Yeah" she let's out a breath.

You start the engine and since this is the first time Lizzie had been on a motorcycle, you go at a slower pace and start working up the speed once you guys get onto the actual road.

"This isn't as scary as I thought it would be" she says, still holding onto your for dear life. (Though you don't really blame her).

"See, sometimes you just gotta step out of your comfort zone, it may surprise you" You chuckle.

Once you guys get into the town, you park in front of the strip of cute small business shops and boutiques.

Smiling, you guys go into them, trying on clothes or smelling all the scents of different candles.

"You need to smell this one" Lizzie hands you a candle. You open the lid and as soon as you do, you're immediately hit in the face with a way too sweet caramel, cake, ice cream, chocolate mixed scent.

"Oh god, why do you do this to me!" You put the candle back on the shelve right away while Lizzie is bent over in laughter.

"I'm so getting you back for that stunt," you say as you guys head over to the Mystic Grill.

"Oh, I believe it" she chuckles, opening the door for you both. You thank her before getting a table and you guys sit down.

A waiter comes around, and you both order food and drinks. " Thanks, that's all Erik," you say before he nods and walks off to the kitchen to put in the order.

"Do I even want to know how you know him?" Lizzie looks over at you with a grossed-out frown on her face.

"Really? No, I come here all the time to drink instead of punching your dad" you explain. "That actually makes a lot of sense, all the times I couldn't find you, you were here, weren't you?"

"Yep," you smirk.

"Well there goes all that time spent searching the whole school!" she playfully exclaims.

"Aww, I didn't know you missed me so much" you smirk and put your hand on your chest, in front of your heart.

"Shut up" she smiles.

Erik comes back with your guys' drinks before going to clean another table.

"Should you be drinking? I don't want to be the nagging 'mom' friend but you won't be getting drunk right? And then drive us back" she worries, taking into account that you ordered a double bourbon.

"Don't worry, I'm not planning to get drunk, I would need way more than this, and plus I would never think of driving drunk with you behind me. I care about you so much, you should stop second-guessing that" You hold her hand and squeeze it in reassurance.

"Okay, thank you" she softly smiles, letting out a deep breath.

After you guys are done eating, you compel Erik for the bill to be free of charge before leaving the restaurant. "One of the many perks of vampirism" you smirk.

"I can see why my dad thinks you're a bad influence" She links her arm to yours.

"You're just figuring that out now?" You chuckle.

"I have a great idea that you'll love, it involves maybe or maybe not pissing off my dad" Lizzie spots a store across the street.

"Oh, count me in" you smirk.

"Then come with me" She smiles and starts leading you guys toward the art store she spotted.

You guys go inside and she leads you over to the isle that has a massive glitter wall.

"Whatever's on your mind, I like it," you say, picking up a bright pink bottle of holo glitter.

"You know how my father hates a mess in his office, so how does covering it with the peskiest thing to clean up?" She smirks.

"I may just have to kiss you with how amazing this simple but amazing plan is."

You guys get a basket and fill it to the brim with the brightest colorful glitter you guys could find before 'paying' for it all.

Lifting up the seat of your bike, you guys places all the containers of glitter in the compartment. "By the time we get back, jackass will be asleep and we'll get down to business" you tell Lizzie as she loops her arms around your waist, holding on for dear life again.

You drive back to the school and Lizzie does a cloaking spell on it so you guys don't have to go back into the forest tonight. Sneaking through the front door, you guys make your way through the school with the bags of glitter and enter Alaric's office.

Lizzie locks the door before you guys get straight into dumping glitter all over his desk, the ground, the furniture, and basically anything important.

"A job well done!" You exclaim and lizzie high fives you as you guys take in the absolute glittery mess all over the office. You even went in and glittered his 'secret' weapon room.

"You can say that again. Let's get back to your room before anyone hears us. I told Josie I was having a sleepover with you" Lizzie tells you.

"Great idea" you guys go back upstairs and wash any traces of glitter off you before changing into pajamas. Lizzie borrowed some of your clothes, but she doesn't exactly have to ask, you guys go into eachothers closets all the time to borrow clothing.

Lizzie wraps her arm around you, spooning you once you guys get into your bed. Others may find it odd of how close you guys might be, literally, but it's just the kind of best friends that you are.

One things for sure, the next morning there'll definitely be a pissed off and annoyed Alaric Saltzman with glitter most likely all over his hands from trying to clean it up.

Right now, you just enjoy the peace and quiet with your best friend.

[drawberry03]

Sorry if this is super annoying but I just found your TSoF comic and was wondering if it was ever coming back, of if it's been finished and I just can't find the ending

Hello anon, don't worry it's not annoying. Glad to hear you like it so much ❤️ . Unfortunately TSOF is far from being finished 🥺. I haven't been able to work on any of my art for months now actually.

It's not out of laziness though! In fact I've bought a display tablet back in June 😗. The shorthand answer as to why I stopped posting is because I have health issues specifically with my hands and wrist. I meant to post this update months prior but I kinda just forgot about it sorry 😵‍💫.

Anyways, a few months ago I was both working and had my internship at the same time (12 hours + of work 😩). I was a UI/UX designer intern and if that wasn't enough my job required using the computer as well. Due to that my hands have been really tired 🤔. It's either my wrist from using my mouse for long hours or the joints of my fingers from typing and tapping left click and whatnot. This went on for about three months give or take. There have been mornings when I wake up with trigger fingers and it's kinda scary.

If you don't know what trigger finger is, basically the tendons are swollen and I wake up with my finger joints 'locked" into a curled position. And when you try to uncurl it, it's pretty painful and curls back on its own. One time I had to support my finger with a makeshift splint from a popsicle stick and yarn pfffttt.

https://www.brisbanephysiotherapy.com/news/trigger-finger-physiotherapy-management

Sometimes I don't even need to overwork them, holding my phone for too long or even something like cold weather makes my joints slightly ache. Basically my hands have been overworked and though I haven't gotten them checked, I'm pretty certain experiencing these symptoms in my early 20s isn't okay.

As soon as I could, I've avoided drawing (and writing and crochet and pretty much all my hobbies that use my hands). It sucks cuz that pretty much means it'll be a while before I can really have fun with my new tablet (which would've been another learning curve delay). Thankfully with my internship over with, I've been using the extra time to either rest my hands or find ways to support them (I've bought wrist casts, a heating pad and sports tape thus far). Yeah, so I've been trying to take it easy (as much as I can anyways I still have work after all).

Low key it kinda brought up a fear in me of never being able to draw again. And the problem with me is that when I'm in the zone you can expect me to draw for HOURS and I'll barely even notice 👁️👄👁️ . Plus trying to accomplish anything under 1 hour never seems enough to me. So I decided it was for the best to stop completely. To my fellow artists out there I hope you never have to go through the same thing 😵‍💫. Please rest your precious hands, don't be like me 🤣🙏.

For more happy news, I graduated 🎓 last October!!! 🎈 And I have continued working in my job 👏. I'm building my career and doing well generally speaking. My busy schedule is very much still busy but I really miss drawing too 😭.

I'm not really sure when I can go back to posting 🥲 cuz overworking myself again will set my recovery progress back to 0. However I can tell that my hands are definitely getting better (still not a full recovery but at least waking up with trigger fingers has stopped).

Be assured that all my unfinished works (whether its for gojohime, astelle, shortaki etc.) are still in the back burner of my brain. And I will get back to them when my health gets even better 😗.  And a big thanks to anyone that is still waiting by the time I come back 😌 💖.

[ntls-24722]

OH YEAH i neglected to add: Cameron appearance!!

And also; God Cameron AU???

A big aspect of Cameron is that no matter how attached he is to Miguel he still won't abandon his original universe. Miguel means the world to him, but Miguel still isn't his true home, and he can't deny the artificiality of being in there - No real life, no real sun, no real anything. He wants to die and rot one day in our universe, no amount of love can shake that, and Miguel is heartbroken because while Cameron still has a lot of years to spend alive, it'll feel like a blip to her. She has to move on from that.

Originally the alternative to this is Cameron being forcefully put in an infinite series of paradise rooms for all of eternity, but a completely different alternative is just... well. "What if you didn't have to die so soon?... What if you could choose when that is?"

Cameron's existance is promoted to universal status - he becomes the same thing that Miguel is, and essentially becomes a god, at least in Miguel.

Universes trade the ability to directly interfere with things and events within them for the laws of physics that can handle matters automatically. For example - Gravity. Things that come up must come down. If you instill gravity in yourself, then everything falls. Perfect! But what if something falls that you really don't want falling? If you choose to intervene and break the law of gravity to save it, congrats, the Thing won't fall, but the only way to break a law of physics is to abolish it, and in doing so, you have ruined your entire universe that depended on gravity and you need to start over. If you don't instill gravity, cool, you can intervene no problem. But for everything that falls at any given time, you need to voluntarily add your sense of gravity, which becomes exhausting and annoying fast, like voluntarily controlling your heartbeat and breath.

Our universe is an immobile universe, meaning that every law of physics is instilled, and our universe cannot directly intervene with anything that happens - it has created the perfect simulation for Literally Everything, but now it can't control ANY variables. Miguel is a mobile universe, meaning it CAN directly intervene with things that happen. However, many of her laws are very nonsensical, which is why her universe tends to Not Make Sense.

So what about Cameron in this case? Cameron... is the MOST mobile universe to exist right now.

Cameron is now a universe with nothing in it except for himself, which means laws he makes for himself ONLY apply to himself and nothing else - There's no risk of ruining the simulation you made when there is nothing to simulate but yourself. That being said, unless he is on earth (in which he will abide by our universe's laws, like how gods have "mortal" forms), he only has one law that he has made for himself: If his memories as Cameron pre-godhood are ever disposed of or altered in ANY WAY, he will cease to exist.

That's RIIIIGHT baby! The crisis isn't dying in another universe and never being able to tell the love of your life that you're even gone or say goodbye, it's holding onto your humanity in the presence of your newfound godhood!

Cameron doesn't like being omnipotent! Thankfully his mortal memories are actively dumbing him down and screen himself from looking too deeply into things (if he wanted to, he could see the outcome of everything that will happen ever on our universe. He is desperately trying to keep himself a little dumb as to not ever find that out because if he did, he'd find no point in living always knowing what's going to happen next) but it's scary having to monitor your own memories constantly to make sure you don't forget how it was like being mortal and not knowing what happens next!

Half his "brain" contains not just all his memories but all of Cameron's biometric data, down to the way every atom was put together, but the other half is his memories while being a god. He routinely has to clear out that half!

Technically in this AU, he is an omnipotent god who could know every secret and thing to be known about our universe, Miguel, and any other universe out there. To him, he's still a photographer from Michigan who lives in a barbie dream house and enjoys trespassing on abandoned property on the weekends with his buddies. And he will fight tooth and nail to always be that.

[guardiandae]

Tagged by the wonderful @rayadraws!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 70

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

710,529

3. What fandoms do you write for?

One Punch Man, Marvel. Formerly BTVS.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

" - 2,391 kudos "Natural" - 2,448 kudos "5+7" - 3,341 kudos "Milkyway" - 4,601 kudos "Salvaged" - 6,567

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Oh yes! But i have a habit that tends to backfire on me... I'll respond to all comments for a while and then after a couple weeks I'll stop responding because I want to finish a chapter first.... this is fine except sometimes by the time I let myself respond to all those old comments it's been like.... 5 years. LOL. But I really do like to reply to every single one.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Distance Between Us

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sugar & Spice

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Lmfao. Surprisingly rarely! I've maybe gotten two actual hate comments on my more spicy account. I've gotten more hate comments for making Saitama transmasc, but not by much. But like... I didn't make him transmasc anyway, it just happened. But yeah if people are whiny little bitches and I just roast them and then delete their comment because that doesn't fly for me, especially the transphobic weirdos.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hell yeah. Ummm I like it when the weiners touch 👉👈

Actually lemme see. On my main account, my top tags are kind of all over the place. Mainly fluffy stuff, dirty talk. On my secret second account we'll get better results.... Watersports/Urination - obviously. Anal sex - duh, but boring. Dubious consent - spicy. Felching - MM. 🙏 Male lactation - MILK. HIM. 💦

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Only "Now Recruiting", which still gets a lot of love tbh. It's about the Avengers trying to recruit Saitama, which isn't too crazy. Fun though!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

WOOF. I hope not. The sites that scrape fics are scary.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Oh yeah 💜 I love my international fans, and I always say yes when someone asks to translate. I just ask that they remember to link up with mine!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

My memory is bad but I really don't think so. I don't play well with others >.< Also why I have turned down RP requests every time.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Wade/Nate. It might have hibernated for years, but it came back with a vengeance when it came back. But any ship I've written for, it's gotta be a hyperfixation for me, so I promise I love them all.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

[Redacted]. But I'm not sure it's that I never will - it's that I think I overshot my ending and I actually need to hack it back a little and just end the fic. The way I kept going, it would've added another small arc to the fic that made it end on a sad note. And That, I'd probably never finish. The fic is old enough though that even thinking about opening it up to do that makes me cringe.

Secondary: Salvaged. But don't panic! It's not that I'll never finish it, it's that I will but still not any time soon. ;; It'll be a lot of work to open it up again and finish it. I wanna finish some other projects first, including new ones (oops). But I don't feel 'cringe' about opening it again. Just a loooottt of files to sift through.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm told my dialogue is amazing. I think it's because I enjoy practicing the lines, over and over again, and pacing everything out to make sure it sounds like something the character would actually say, and somewhat flow in real time.

I'm also quite lucky at being able to have details fall into place in really interesting ways. So that thing that seems elaborately planned out, who knows, lol. It's sort of half elaborately planned and half happy coincidence.

People also tell me that I manage to capture their imagination and especially their emotions. 🫶

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing. Haha. I'll either catch stage fright if something gets really popular (especially if there's a sex scene, oop) or I'll get bogged down with things needing to be perfect, or a secret third thing - I get really attached and don't want to end the AU because then I worry I'll forget it exists.

Memory problems. Returning to a fic is harder because even after a month I don't remember what happened. And if I'm going without writing for any period of time I feel like I forget who I am as a writer completely. Sometimes I really can't understand who wrote a fic of mine, because it doesn't feel like it was me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Ummmmm I do this very sparingly because I know that google translate is very flawed and I'm not fluent in any other language. Sometimes a little bit of french or spanish has been appropriate for a Deadpool fic, but not full dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Buffy The Vampire Slayer <3 I didn't include that in my fic count tho.... I don't dare go back to That Place, even just to look (FF.net)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I'm gonna have to break it up by ship otherwise this ain't even fair--

"Hello, Handsome" - Cablepool - it's just soooo creative and fun! and COMPLETE! "5+7" - Genosai - another really fun one, emotional ups and downs but ultimately soooo fluffy and nice and one of those fics that changed my life. Almost done! "Yours" - Skirth/Agony - a rare f/f pairing but I really enjoyed writing them <333 COMPLETE "Milkyway" - Eddie/Symbiote - can something be a fluffy family fic AND really dirty filthy kinky at the same time? Apparently, somehow. COMPLETE.

Tagging @aeriamamaduck @pohjanneito and @theomnicode!

[mainstoryarchive]

Kingdom - 63: The Big Day

Translator: Creampuffs

Hokuto: The moment of fate is finally here.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Empty Classroom

Hokuto: The moment of fate is finally here.

We're ready, right, guys?

We're using this empty classroom to avoid running into AKATSUKI in the dressing room at the auditorium, but…

It's somewhat far from the auditorium, so if we don't hurry, the time for us to perform will go to waste.

Makoto: W-W-W-Wait a minute! I know this is pretty late for me to say this, but my whole body is trembling!

Waaah, we're going to be singing and dancing in front of a large audience very soon, aren't we!?

Hokuto: That's right. Due to the numbers from the general public, the size of the audience is different from those in the S2 category and below. Be careful you don't get overwhelmed by the atmosphere. Remember your special training, Yuuki.

Makoto: Y-You're right! This isn't scary if compared to wireless bungee jumping. It's not scary…

Uwaaah! On second thought, this really is scary! What do I do if I make a mistake~!?

Mao: You'll be fine, since we'll back you up if you mess up.

That's why we teamed up, right? To support one another. Let's just take things easy, okay?

Still, having said that all the same, I'm starting to feel nervous, too ♪

Subaru: Ahaha, let's think happier thoughts! We'll be heroes if we win this ☆

My excitement levels are through the roof~ The Transfer Student finished our unit outfits in time, after all ☆

These are great, they're awesome! They're cool and sparkly and it doesn't get in the way of our movements, so it's eeeasy to dance in, lalala ♪

Hokuto: So you finished all four of them in the span of this one week…? I'm sure it must have been difficult. Thank you, Transfer Student.

You haven't gotten a lot of sleep, have you? Your eyes are all red.

Makoto: Hidaka-kun, too close, too close! What? Are you going to kiss her? Are you getting her blessing before we go into the decisive battle~?

Subaru: No fair, Hokke~! Closet pervert!

Hokuto: Oh, shush. Well, nevermind. Let's do our best. There's no turning back now – the first shot has been fired.

With our resolution to die in vain, we'll perform a suicide attack and take the general's head.

That's what we can do. Sakuma-senpai cooperated with us in order to make that happen and it appears his plan is succeeding. We can fight, and surely, we can win.

Let's believe that and push forward, Trickstar.

Subaru: Geez, Hokke~ Your face is getting stiff again. Smile smile~ Let's go have fun, okay? ☆

Mao: Yeah, people who enjoy life are the winners. The odds are in our favor; we'll be a laughingstock if we lose now. I might be made out as incompetent and even lose my place on the student council,

But that's why I've also prepared myself. At any rate, I'll set my sights on a new world if I no longer have a place to go.

Makoto: And I'll do my best to make sure I don't drag you guys down!

…I'll keep insisting that it's not a useless effort. I'm going to show Izumi-san that this is my life.

Hokuto: All right, then we'll start moving. There's some distance to the auditorium. We won't make it if we don't hurry.

If we end up being disqualified for reaching the stage late, then it'll be an embarrassment of a lifetime.

Makoto: Gotcha. You come with us too, Transfer Student-chan! Come watch over us in the wings. You'll be closest to us there~ ♪

Subaru: Oh, right. Since she's an authorized person, she can watch from the wings, huh. Guess I made a mistake~

Hokuto: What do you mean?

Subaru: Uh, well, it seems that Shinonon's working as the receptionist this time too as part of his "school part-time job", so I secretly asked him to reserve a ticket for a premium seat~

The closest seat from the stage, in the front row… I was thinking of getting her to watch our performance from there, but I guess the ticket is useless now. What should I do with it?

Hokuto: Hmm. S1 prioritizes the general public in terms of seating, so it's difficult for students to get their hands on a ticket… It ought to have been fairly expensive as well.

Where did you get the money for it? You're the stingiest person I know.

Subaru: I'm not stingy! Sure, I love money, but it's made to be spent. They won't sparkle anymore if I shut them away in a piggy bank, will they?

Hokuto: I can never understand your logic when it comes to money.

Subaru: Fufun ♪ We were able to manage a bunch of things with Sakuma-senpai renting the soundproof practice room for us, providing our outfits at his own expense and other stuff, so I've got extra war fund leftover~ ☆

I prepared a premium seat for the Transfer Student as gratitude for helping us all the way up to this point~

Hokuto: I see. If that's how it is then… It'll be a shame to waste the ticket. You should observe from the premium seat, Transfer Student.

You'll be able to see better from the front as opposed to the wings.

Subaru: I'm gonna sing for the Transfer Student sitting right in front of us~ That's a better way to get us fired up, too, right!?

Enjoy watching our sparkling, awesome performance to your heart's content~ ☆

Mao: Hey, sorry for rushing you, but… AKATSUKI's performance is going to finish soon. There's less than 15 minutes left.

Even if we're a little late, I'm sure 2wink will buy us time, though.

We should start heading to the auditorium now. If we miss our chance, the audience might start leaving one by one.

Hokuto: Yeah. Then let's go and overcome our numerous difficulties. Let's go and make our dream known to everyone.

Makoto: Hyaa~ My anxiety is at its highest and my entire body feels like jelly! But I'm shaking with excitement~! I'll do my best ♪

Subaru: Alrighty, it's the beginning of an enjoyable live~ ☆

Go see Shinonon at the reception for your ticket, Transfer Student. We'll be secretly entering the auditorium from the back entrance!

Hokke~! Ukki~! Sari~! Transfer Student! I'm happy as can be to see that today is finally here! ☆

Hokuto: Yeah, I feel the same way.

Thinking back, we've sure come a long way. Well, I'll hold off getting overemotional.

Let's create a revolution with our song–today, Yumenosaki Academy will be reborn.

Let's release a glimmer of hope into the air, Trickstar!

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[mcalhenwrites]

Now that Geckos is out, I plan to work on the side stories for a little collection of them. "Don't" and "Dancing Bones" will be edited, but I plan to post them online for free as well as put them in the story collection.

It'll likely only be an ebook, though, and it'll have a few more stories. That includes a finished version of "Late Returns" (what I've posted is only the first part of a WIP). I want to get back to Stargazers' Hill and the Warren/Henry story that isn't titled yet, but right now, Seasons has taken over my brain again. I'm editing and reposting chapters on AO3. I thought people might be upset that I was reposting it, but so far the reception has been kind. ;A; (I still feel bad somehow? But that's on me.) After publishing Geckos and having an amazing day in the next town over, the following day was... not so great. We had storms. I'm gonna be vague for location reasons, but I live in one of the towns hit by a tornado the other day. I saw a map of it, and uh, I could've seen the tornado out my bedroom window if it had hit during the day instead of at night where visibility is shit. And if I hadn't been huddled in the downstairs hallway with my cats and roommate. I was panicked about the weather all day, and that was worse because it was the anniversary of Andover 1991 (a tornado). I lived through that. Uh, very luckily I lived through that, it hit my neighborhood and was scary close to my house, to the point the sirens 50 ft away or so were drowned out by the sound of the tornado. We had no basement and no good inner rooms or closets in such a tiny house at the time. I've been through other tornadoes since then, but none were as terrifying as that one. Before the tornado and after the reminder that it was Andover 1991 aniversary... I also got an email that I didn't get a job that would've been good for my disabilities. Like, worked around it well and not been too straining on me. Plus I would've worked with animals. I'm struggling financially, so writing is the only way I'm getting any income - outside of crocheting, and I don't want to fucking do that for money. I want my hobby back. I want to make gifts. I want to make OC dolls. I want my limited physical spoons for crocheting to be for ENJOYMENT. Not so stressful it makes me fucking hate crocheting. Which... yeah, I'm kind of there again. That said, I have made a few book sales, but... Well, I'll keep trying. I've got other novels cooking. I'll double down my focus, maybe. I will sketch more. Maybe I'll reconsider using something like Patreon, which... don't love, but like. What can you love? Every site is screwing over creators in some way or another. :'( It's depressing, actually, bc I hop on facebook, and I can't see ANY posts of the people and groups I follow, but you know what I DO see? Fucking suggested pages for AI art. I really hope all the people who gentrified the tiny house movement get scammed into buying stupid fake tiny houses due to AI images and end up taking legal action eventually that helps to bring about the (hopefully inevitable) death of AI? I'm mean, but like, tiny houses and mobile homes and caravans and shit like that were houses before rich people decided they were cute and they went up to $200k-$300k. I wanted a tiny house bc I thought, "at least I might someday afford this" but nah. They took even that away. So enjoy your shitty "this is perfect for me" gushing when the fucking pillows are melted into the planks and the switches for the oven and stovetop are underneath the burners! Anyway! I should probably do more writing and take my anemic ass to bed soon. It's been... a shitty couple of days. I'm trying to be cheerful and remain optimistic and just boost Geckos, Automata... but eh. I'm also trying to survive when everything is against that. I had a suicidal thought earlier today that I should just gulp down all the pills I can get my hands on and be done with things. yay. (I won't. It was a passing thought. A desperate "oh god I can't afford to live and I should give up, I'm in my late 30s and nothing ever gets better" thought.)

[lifewiththelulus]

Oh you know for sure that man says it's his money now

So he probably starts hiding his money under his bed in a shoe box so he always has something to get food or other necessities

One day he sneaks back in and doesn't realize his dad isn't sleeping. He starts to tip toe behind the recliner when a gruff voice speaks. "So, wanna tell me where the hell you've been?" He's frozen and before he can respond his dad throws the box of loose change and dollar bills onto the floor. He's interrogated pretty harshly at the table why he's got money, how he's got money and why he's leaving the house when he's supposed to stay inside. Of course him being like 7-8 years old he's in tears and that just makes his dad angrier. He tries so hard to find the words but all the stuttering and sobbing makes him finally lose it and he slams his hands so hard on the table it topples over and accidentally hurts Wilton's arm and snaps a branch In fear he sprints out of the house and to the only safe place he can think of in that moment.

Kindlin and Cirrus already got the kids in bed and were just about to shut off the lights when they hear frantic pounding at the front door. Kindlin throws on a robe and slippers, not knowing what to expect. The last thing was to open the door and have Wilton shoved past her to run inside and go hide behind the cooling racks in the kitchen. He moved so quickly she almost didn't see it was him. She was in such a confused and shocked state she didn't lock the door and went to the kitchen after him. He was curled up in the corner trying to make himself as small as possible and his leaves showed how bad he was trembling

As she got closer her light shone on him and saw his snapped branch. She slowly reached down to put a hand on his shoulder but as soon as she did he yelped and backed away. He had this look in his eyes she would never be able to forget as long as she lived.

Cirrus suggested that they give him space, and cook something for him, leaving the meal at the side of the door for whatever he feels like eating

Aurora sneaks in to find him still shaking, she picks up the plate and sits next to him and encourages him to eat. (I’d imagine he’s more comfortable around kid than he is with adults)

maybe the others kinda follow her out to see what going on

Nebi is the kind of kid who gets into a lot of mischief but knows when things are serious

Same with Charlie, though he’s pretty bad at reading the atmosphere and has to be told when he’s being insensitive

Oh very much He finally eats a little bit and is able to calm down with Aurora there He even lets her look at his arm because she notices he's not using it to eat. He whimpers when she gently touches it, and pulls away again.

Ohhh yeah Maybe they sit down on either side of him and ask him what happened He makes them promise not to tell and tells them what really happened He's pretty jumpy and every little noise has him on edge

Aurora is very much a softie who's pretty in tune with other people's feelings, but there's a lot of social cues she still misses She's a sensitive little soul

… Autistic trio?! : Dc

"Well hey you better eat that food before I do" "charlie that's not cool" nebi pouts

“I don’t want to talk about it” “Awesome, does that mean we can go back to sleep?” Nebi punches his arm

"Don't pay attention to him, we're glad you're here. It'll be like our first sleepover!" She just tries to comfort him and he finally stops trembling when she gives him a soft hug on his good side. He just nods "I've never had a sleepover before."

Nebi just lights up "omg ok ok we need kernals,some movies,oh i need to hook up the palyer, and a bunch of pillows for a fort!"

Kindlin coming back to check on him and when she sees all of them awake she just kinda stays quiet and watches from afar how they stay with him She's never been a more proud mother than that moment right there.

Charlie: I’ll get the scary movi- Notices Aurora’s side eye Charlie: …Um kid friendly movies? Aurora gives him a thumbs up

Aurora might be the soft spoken one but she knows how to keep them in check when it's necessary

That’s why she’s the elected leader

She has the same look that Kindlin does when they're about to do something they shouldn't

So I'm thinking after he starts to get sleepy Aurora goes and finds Cirrus to let her know he was dozing off in the kitchen. She doesn't understand really what happened but gets that something hurt him because he was starting to bruise and he wouldn't use his hand for anything. She just asks Cirrus really innocently if he's gonna be ok, and if he was allowed to spend the night for real

Cirrus looks at her with sadness but says yes, they will make sure he’s ok, and that he’s allowed to spend the night

Kindlin comes in and tells the kids to go to bed, kissing them each on the cheek as they pass her. She gives them all a warm smile and as soon as they're in their room she goes over to Wilton. He's just looking down at the floor when Kindlin sits next to him. After a bit of coaxing she gets him to let her look at his arm and broken branch. Aurora was right, he was already bruised up and he refused to move his arm past a certain point. She felt just so awful and guilty about sending him home at all

She wrapped him up in a blanket, and immediately got dressed to take him to the hospital. Before leaving though she gives Cirrus a soft deep kiss and promises she'll be back soon.

In the morning the kids wake up to the bakery being closed for the week, and Wilton sleeping soundly on the pullout couch with a cast on his arm. Kindlin sits them down and tells them to let him sleep. And that he might need to play more gently for a while so he could heal.

They find her knelt by the couch, she'd been up through most of the early morning gently stroking through his leaves to help him sleep soundly

She couldn't leave him alone for a single moment after seeing him go through what he did

And going to the doctor was a whole other thing because he'd never been so he was terrified of everything It was a struggle to let them put the cast on.

If he had to go to the doctors they almost definitely asked what her relation to him was and tried to find parental contact information

She made it very clear to the doctor what happened and they did contact someone about it Fortunately Birch was still technically allowed to foster/adopt so they granted Birch emergency custody Birch was more than willing to sign for it, and finding out what happened made her so upset for him. It was actually the first time she saw Birch genuinely angry about something (of course she wasn't in front of him but couldn't contain the anger once out of earshot)

She got him a bear from the gift shop for being so brave at the doctor

Kindlin eventually falls asleep kneeling on the floor and resting on the part of the bed that was free She just felt so protective of him and didn't want to leave his side for anything

When he finally wakes up in the afternoon he's a little fuzzy headed, the pain meds causing him to still be drowsy, but at least the pain was low. He sat up to look over when he felt a warmth and saw Kindlin sleeping at his side. Then the memory of the night prior flooded back. He looked down at his cast, then at the bear, and hugged it close. Kindlin woke up to him crying quietly, and immediately she got up to sit with him. Without saying a word she wrapped him up in the blankets and cradled him in her lap. He pressed his face into her chest as he cried and she rocked him soothingly until he was calm again. When he was, she whispered "Hey buddy… you hungry?" He peaked up at her and just nodded. She smiled softly and carried him downstairs He was getting whatever the fuck his little heart wanted and she would make sure of it

Omg I can imagine the triplets fighting over who gets to sign his cast first XD

I can imagine people just looking at him then all of a sudden they have the urge to make the world a better place.

I think he probably starts to smile more after just a week of being with them honestly He's always so quiet so Kindlin had to walk away and cry the first time she heard him genuinely laugh out loud

[lutawolf]

Love In the Air Ep 6 Review & Running Commentary

I'm fucking loving this series and it's beautiful mess of kink. I find it absolutely hilarious that people thought Unforgettable Night with it's complete kink inaccuracy, somehow represents better than LITA. Um, no. For those new to me, I review for my fellow kinksters and the vanillas that want to be informed. I do have previous reviews that can be found here. 

Alright, everyone have their freak flag ready to wave! Let's get started!

We are staring where we left off, at the illegal street race. Anyone notice that they changed wife to darling?? OMG, he ducked behind Payu. How fucking cute. We get introduced to P' Chai who clearly scares Rain. Always good to have a healthy respect for the scary people. So there are some brains there.

P' Chai asking if he is that scary and the brothers laughing. Yeah, they some bad asses. Also tells you how valuable the brothers are. Then he leaves and Rain finally understand why Payu had been scared. Now that Rain has a healthy respect, Payu can reassure him.

The Near Raging Storm

Oh here come those fucking jokers from before. Tweetle Dee and Tweetle Dumb. What fucking tools. You gonna regret fucking around with Saifah. He just looks cuddle, he isn't really. Ahhh! here comes Prapai to get access to his soon to be man. But he gets interrupted. You see his face, he is like Bitch, lol. Then he realizes what Saifah wants and he is down for the game. Yay! Teach the tool Prapai! I mean, he won't learn shit cause he is Tweetle Dumb of the equation but it'll be fun to watch.

"I'm proud of myself for being such a good guy." Told you Saifah wasn't someone to fuck around with. "I'm taking the time to teach the asshole a lesson." 🤣🤣🤣 OH no you didn't. You don't fuck with Payu. Fuck around and find out. You lucky Prapai saved you dumb dumb. Now he really gonna leave you in his dirt. Stop boy! Cocky is only sexy on a Dom, you don't have that swagger. FYI, it's always better to let the bike warm up and do a natural speed and then throttle which is what you are seeing from Prapai. Not that I have ridden in almost 18 years. So bikes have probably changed a bit since then. Fuck I'm getting old.

Well guess who won. No surprise there. See, Prapai's confidence is sexy. Here you go, touching Payu again. Somebody beat his ass. "Because your incompetent." 🤣🤣🤣 Yes!! I love Payu's cocky but see he can back it up. Oh P'Chai, I'm gonna need your story next. I like you, I do. Haha, you so stupid, calling P'Chai a lackey. P'Chai is gonna be nice and give you a chance. Sadly.

Oh fuck, that hand on Payu's face is doing all kinds of things to me. It's love people, it's love! See this dude has his shit together. A mechanic is something to be proud of. I mean I couldn't do it, I just want to put my key in and foot down. But the people who can do all that, respect.

Look at this cutie trying to cheer up his man. You suck at it but that takes practice. Your trying and that's what matters. Ahh. "Has this darling ever been scared of his husband." "Yes, Because your so strict." "Because your disobedient." "I'm not. If I was disobedient would I let you hug and kiss me." "I haven't kissed you yet." "You do things slowly sometimes." Then they kiss. Some of this sounds like they are addressing guidelines and then some of this seems like bad translation. I'll have to go back and pay more attention.

Working on the weekends. Aww, Rain is waiting for him at the garage and look at Payu smile. True Love. I will not be taking any arguments. This is True Love with capitals. And there goes Payu to get back to his man.

Look at him simping over his man. So cute. So far no D/s elements just two love birds. Living life, being disgustingly in love. I spoke too soon. Payu brings Rain a reward but the reward is not good enough. Rain wants a better reward. Ahh negotiations. "it's your duty." "Since when has it been my duty." "It's your duty because your the owner's boyfriend." "Oh, I thought you were going to kiss me on the lips." I want a real reward! lol. Welcome to a brat being a brat, we love them. Saifah! You are the ban of my existence! I love you and I hate you.

Okay so Payu has been challenged by the tool. Rain is chilling when Payu comes to tell him that he is staying over. Rain goes to argue and that was a Dom "No." Rain still continues but softens his voice. "But I haven't said anything." "Your going to ask me to not race aren't you?" Good job, talk it out. I don't want to hear shit about a Dom listening to their sub. A brat sub is absolutely allowed to voice their opinion. Now we can override them and often will on principle, if we don't know they really mean it. Which Rain is letting him know, that this is a serious topic for him. Look at Payu listening. He's going to override but he is making sure Rain feels heard. Good Dom. Now reassurance and comfort. Fuck I'm loving this couple. We are seeing a softer Dom from Payu but this is pretty normal once a D/s relationship is agreed on. Why? Because in the begging your letting the submissive know what you expect. They need to understand what they are getting into, they need to be tested. So they can get out before anyone gets attached. It's a rewarding relationship but not an easy one.

Not Prapai here for the sole purpose of talking to Rain and getting Sky's info. 🤣🤣🤣 Love it! Omg, not brother and best friend staring at them with fondness and also admitting to each other that they've seen Payu lose. This series gonna kill me.

Look a man in uniform is just hot. All kinds of uniforms. It's the taking it off that's truly special though. And Payu can defiantly see that Rain wants it. Hurry and get this race done Payu so we can all see him rip it off. Oh command "put them on me." brat gonna tease "One minute you want to take it off, the next you want to put it on. So hard to please." "Am I really hard to please?" yup, nope, didn't think so. Look at the cute couple with the cute smiles. Oh fuck off, we're having a moment here. You is a dog, you is.

All pictures stolen from @akitbeast by the way.

Your honor, I love these two dorks. Okay Payu, I'm gonna need you to stop giving him such a lead. I don't like tight races against dumbasses. Stomp him into next year. Thank you! Show him the fuck around and find out.

Gif stolen from @ichigokeks This has got to be my favorite moment. Look how uncaring Rain is, he's just hoping into his man's arms. And that smile from Payu! Ahhhhh!

They going to fuck! Payu wants his reward! Nobody care about you. ✌🏽 Ummm. I think I'm bout to have lied about my favorite part.

Cause this for sure is promising. Woot! Oh Oh, yes, push him up against a wall. We approve. Ohhhh yeah, I lied, I lied! This is my favorite part of this episode. The other part was cute but this is hot. Dirty talk, dirty talk. Fuck me, they really are hitting all my kinks. Thank you to the kinster that helped with this series. May you have all the blessings. Cause you sure as hell blessing me.

Shitttttttttttt, Payu I'm gonna need you to wear that racing outfit more. Yes, yes, all those outfits would be good too. "I don't have that kind of kink! Um but yes." 🤣🤣🤣 Don't worry Rain, this is a kinkster safe space.

Cause he wants to know more about him. Well duh but also awww. Yeah, I think we've clearly establish that you guys like each other. Aww. Saying I Love You without officially saying it. I tell my husband that I like him sooo. 🤣🤣🤣

"This is what I call seducing with a costume." #dead. And there is the Sadist. Only gonna get so much soft Dom with that added kink of Sadist. And there is the brat "That is what I call rude." He got your number now Payu, he knows your a Sadist. That ass smack says his seduction worked some. Nope it's not over. That douche canoe is gonna continue to cause problems.

Aww, yes, hurry back home to the baby. More like married couple. They gonna make me mushy. If I didn't know some shady shit was about to come thanks to that douche canoe. Okay, did you notice the command in the form of a request? Not all commands are hard, especially once a couple is more established. Because we can say it nicer as we know it will be done. Generally speaking, you get a good idea on what your brat is gonna push back on.

Fuck they are cute. And yup, douche canoe strikes. To Be Continued.

I didn't think I would be getting this done so early. To be fair, I'm not vehicle shopping like I should be but I'm a little depressed about it. So decided to cheer myself up with the series. Then it went by quick. Maybe cause there wasn't as much kink for me to comment on? So you just got a crap ton of commentary. Sorry! As always, thank you so much for taking the time to read these. Love you guys! 💜💜💜

Dedicated to @l0rd0fther1ng5g5 and the Coconuts Mafia for their ongoing support.

[frickfrackiwastakingabath]

@x-pair-o-dice-x @mcyt-gt-events

Prompt #1: something with bench trio,, mayhaps a trip to the beach,, and one or two of the trio are mers/sirens?

Hope you enjoy! Since I got this done early, I'll hopefully be able to do both prompts!

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So Cool, Almost Made Me Forget I Was Drowning

Tws for bullying, drowning, accidental fearplay, calling a person "it" in a dehumanizing way

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Ranboo lived in the small seaside town all his life. So it would be a logical conclusion to assume that Ranboo had learned to swim by now.

... no...

APARENTLY Ranboo's parents had found him in a wooden crate drifting at sea when he was a toddler. Due to general superstition of the town, his parents generally kept him away from the water.

As well as... Ranboo couldn't bring himself to get within a few feet of the ocean.

Something super cool and awesome when you lived by a seaside town and already look weird and don't even know your own history.

Perfect bullying material, apparently.

It would be logical to assume that the bullying would decrease during summer. Everyone would be glad to leave town for vacation, less time interacting because of no school.

But nope! Less school means more time for his bullies to hunt him down! And little to no adult supervision so they could beat the crap out of him!

Currently, Ranboo was being restrained by two goons. While Ranboo hated the water, he loved the beach. One of his main antagonizers had stumbled into him and were dragging him over to the ocean.

"Awe!" The bully (Ranboo was bad at names and had bigger things to worry about than to try and remember, sue him) fake cooed. "Afraid of the water?"

The goon on his left pulled him down. "Come on man, just the ocean you've lived by your whole life!"

"So-" the one on his right stuttered, mocking the stutter Ranboo actually got when he was nervous. "Sc sc sc sc scary!!!"

"Hey, isn't that your dad's boat?" The head pointed over to the dock where a nicer than average boat was.

The one on Ranboo's right gasped, smiling. "Yeah! And I just got my boating license!"

Ranboo struggled. He wouldn't doubt the boys could feel his heart beating through his wrists they were holding him by. "Come on guys, this is- isn't funny-"

"Shut up!" The one on his left pulled again, his grip tight. Ranbok wouldn't be surprised if it bruised later. "How far are you allowed to go out?"

"Fifteen miles," the one on his right grinned. "You think it'll help if we give him a floatie?"

The group laughed at the mediocre joke and dragged Ranboo over to the boat.

And... the rest was a blur. Ranboo was ashamed to say he barely even fought back, but as soon as he couldn't see the ocean floor he knew he was finished.

"Any last words?" The head held both his wrists, dangling him kver the side of the boat.

Since Ranboo couldn't think or get anything out on time, the bully let go, the freezing water flowing all around him. His joints felt achy from the cold, and he wasn't able to time his breaths with the waves or when his sparatic flapping got him above the water.

Ranboo saw the three stand on the boat, not driving away, as his vision went dark.

He felt his body drift, not knowing up from down, giving into exhaustion.

Drifting.

Drifting.

Drifting.

Sing... singing?

What sounded like a thousand voices sounded all around him. But it sounded like two voices played over and over again, maybe echoing in a cave. One sent tremors through Ranboo's chest, the other sounded like only dogs (or maybe whales, sense he was underwater) should be able to hear it.

He even felt himself trying to swim closer to where the voices could be coming from. In the back of his mind, he remembered the stories his parents told him about sirens, but luckily he wasn't a good enough swimmer to actually gain distance towards them.

Plus, sirens shouldn't be real.

Ranboo felt the water currents shift around him, and a new, less pleasant sound started. Like a garage door opening, or what a frog croaking might sound like if the listener was standing inside of its mouth.

He opened his eyes and was met with a glowing blue pair. Ranboo sucked in a breath-

He coughed, bubbles floating around him. His body instinctively tried to take another gasp of air, making him panic when it didn't work and ge was hyperventilating in WATER-

It didn't help that the... the THING in front of him had cupped its hands around him. It trilled and the water shifted again, but the one holding him wasn't moving.

WERE THERE TWO?!

Ranboo was forced against the palm of the creature's hand as he was pushed up to the surface of the water. There was still so much water though, and he was left choking on the scaley hand. Not that whatever was holding him would just eat him anyway.

"Tommy!" What the- "be careful! I don't think humans can be underwater as long as it was!"

"I know what I'm doing, Tubbo," the one holding Ranboo snapped. They could talk?! "I think I can... squeeze the water out of it?"

While Ranboo's vision was going purple, he could tell there were two large- very large figures looming over him. And lying in one's hand... it could crush him to death if it wasn't careful.

But it wasn't like Ranboo could STOP it.

Ranboo felt two claws on his back and stomach. The claws weren't long enough to straight up skewer him,but they'd leave bruises, maybe even bleeding with enough pressure.

Before Ranboo could protest, the claws of "Tommy" pressed into his back and stomach, pinching his fingers together. Ranboo spit up the water in his lungs violently, his throat felt torn and raw. He wanted to apologize for getting lung water all over the siren's hands, but he was still a little, ya know, IN SHOCK.

That sirens existed.

"Was that all of it? Check." Tommy held Ranboo like an awkward lanky ragdoll, like video of a man carrying around a ferret Ranboo once saw.

Now that his vision wasn't full of spots, Ranboo got a good look at what the giant fish siren things looked like. The one he was being held in front of- Tubbo- was a foresty light green with gold flecks all over. His eyes were a dark green, almost black, with a golden ring where the pupil must be. His fins were leaf like and his hair might be fluffy if it wasn't soaking wet. On top his head was a little tassel thing, glowing yellow against the overcast and rather dreary sky.

Turning around, the othersiren was also rather majestic for a beast that has his life in his hands. He was red and white, sort of like a Koi fish. This one also had golden flecks, and his hair was the same color. Instead of a tassel, this one's eyes glowed electric blue. In his worried expression, he beared sharp teeth. Tommy's fins were also flowier, more decorative.

"It still looks scared," Tubbo tilted his head. "Maybe that's cuz we're crowding it. What now?"

Ranboo weighed his options. Even if he knew how to swim he wouldn't out swim the sirens. And Tommy wasn't necessarily holding him TIGHT, but enough for it to be a struggle to escape.

Ranboo noticed himself hyperventilating, his throat was getting dried out from the salt. His ears were still ringing and the sirens were loud and he was trapped and never seeing his parents again and-

"It's breathing so fast-" Tommy said, with the wonder of a child. Suddenly, he cringed, releasing his grasp a little. "It's really scared, isn't it?"

Tubbo leaned in close, humming. Softly, gently... Ranboo's breathing synced up with the rhythm, and his heart slowed. Looking into the siren's eyes, he couldn't bring himself to believe that they would actually eat him.

"Can we drop it off at the docks?" Tommy asked. "I see humans there all the time."

Tubbo looked up at the sky, furrowing his.... equivalent of eyebrows. "It's mid-day... it's probably bustling with humans. We'd be spotted for sure."

"But we can't just leave it here!" Tommy groaned. "Anywhere else where other places we can drop it off where other humans can take it to safety?"

"Uhm-" Ranboo lifted his hand meekly, like he wanted to answer a question in class.

Both of the sirens snapped over to him, causing him to shrink back. Oh gosh what was he doing oh gosh oh gosh oh- "there's a cove that leads into the ocean. I'm pretty much the only person who goes there... you could drop me off at the cove? Maybe? Sorry-"

"You can talk!" Tubbo leaned in closer. His face was maybe a foot or two away from Ranboos body, he could smell the cold and salty breath. "I thought humans couldn't talk- at least definitely not MER- oh wow! Oh SHIT! Sorry dude, what's your name?"

"Ranboo-" He managed to get out, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice. "And usually most humans don't like being called it. I'm a he."

"Oh okay! Sorry bossman!" Tubbo grinned, displaying pointed teeth like Tommy's. Ranboos breath became shaky as he closed in on himself.

"Tubbo!" Tommy scolded. "You're scaring him again! Come on-"

Tommy started singing like he was replacing words in a song he forgot, a bunch of las and doos and duns. It was somehow... comforting. Like Tubbos humming-

Oh right. Sirens. Duh.

Ranboo gave a dejected sigh. "Please just drop me off at the cove..."

"Yeah, of course," Tommy said softly. For a siren, his voice wasn't exactly serene. "I think me and Tubs know where your talking about..."

Tommy gave no warning as he started swimming, avoiding the coast of the town and through the back. He was being cradled close to Tommy's chest above water, and noticed Tubbo zooming past them. Ranboo appreciated that, Tommy holding him above water at the sacrifice of his patience.

After about an hour of seaspray and cool rushing winds flying past, Tommy circled in and swam into the cove where Tubbo was waiting beached on the sand. It was a sheer cliff with a sand beach at the bottom, clear waves. Not exactly the safest place, but Ranboo like the peace and quiet of it. This is the place he usually got closest to the water, everyday after school- or before the sun rises in the summer.

Tommy flopped on shore, his more human half supported by his elbows on the sand, and plopped Ranboo down onto the beach. "Will someone know where you are?"

"I know my way back to town..." Ranboo nodded. "Thank you both so much for your help, those bullies probably would have left ne to die."

"Bullies?" Tubbo sat up, looking down at Ranboo.

Ranboo trusted his feet in the sand awkwardly. "Yeah, they don't like me too much, and they stranded me at sea just now. Did you guys not see them?"

Tommy and Tubbo looked at eachother, an understanding between the two of them. Tubbobrested his head on the sand next to Ranboo. "Do you have any friends?"

Ranboo took a moment to think. Sure there were people he talked to... but he didn't know if any of then would call him their friend back. Ranbok shook his head.

Tommy nodded. "We don't either."

Ranboo frowned at this information. Why wouldn't anyone like them? Even as a human, Ranboo could tell these sirens were nothing but kind, going out of their way to save him, going out of their way to help a creature they didn't think of as equal. Imagine how nice they were to their supposed peers.

Ranboo didn't know what he was saying,but the words spilt out of his mouth. "Would you guys want to meet here before the sun rises every morning? To hang out? Because ya seem really cool and we're all lonely and-"

Ranboo stopped, looking up at the sirens. They both looked like lost kicked puppies being given a treat.

Tommy smiled. Ranboo felt too happy for him to be scared of the teeth. "Fuck yeah! We've got nothing better going on."

"It'll be nice to be around someone other than this screecher-" Tubbo rolled his eyes, brushing sand onto Tommy with his tail.

"I'll have you know I am a phenomenal singer-" Tommy hissed, pointing a finger at Tubbo. The other siren and Ranboo laughed at his angry rant.

Ranboo looked up at his new... friends? That was nice. His bew friends. Even if they were big and scary, he found his inhibitions melting as the day wore on, laughing and joking.

Eventually, the sky turned orange and Ranboo knew he had to go home before his parents got concerned, luckily his clothes had dried through the day.

The sirens dragged themselves back into the water, waving bye as they swam off. Ranboo watched their tails go up and down in the water as they got farther and farther away. Once he couldn't see them anymore, he began the hike up the cliff back into town.

Ranboo smiled, giddy. Friends. He could get used to that.

[wh6res]

three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.

[cognitosclowns]

in the spirit of the holiday do you have any hcs for the gang on halloween?

THIS FELT THEMATIC <3 TYSM FOR THE LOVELY ASK

AAAA I LOVE HALLOWEEN

Brett absolutely leaves a bowl of candy out if he can't be there in person. usually he personall dresses up in the most,, well-detailed costumes? his favorite is a Ventriloquist dummy!! he has a whole little routine he does for greeting kids at the door. this man LOVES halloween.

Reagan never really had any halloween traditions growing up? aside from her dad batting away children from their yard with a baseball bat smsdns

It becomes tradition for Andre, Gigi and Reagan to go to shops together on november 1-3rd to get all the cheap candy <3 they literally have pounds of the stuff, The War Room has an infinite candy bowl now

Brett : 'why isn't JR dressed up :('

Myc : 'hes a capitalist that's already scary enough'

If JR does dress up, it's something Classic like Dracula!!

OH YEAH Brett is totally gonna dress up. Gigi helps convince the rest of them by starting an office vote for Best Costume(s) and they're immediately in bc they're all competitive as hell

(besides, it'll make brett happy <3)

Group costume : Wizard of Oz. Brett is Scarecrow, Gigi is Dorothy, Reagan is Lion (complete with little cat ears and a fuzzy sweater smdns), and (under threat of physical violence) Robotus is Tin Man <3

Robotus is embarrassed, Reagan is Itchy, Gigi looks the best but shes regretting the choice of heels, Brett is absolutely beaming and there is straw in every crevice of his body. Collectively they will have the best fucking time ever.

Glenn is always too shy to dress up <3 ppl are already scared of him during the year. he'll probably just put on his old army uniform and be a Solider!!

Im not sure how old Glenn's daughter is?? If shes a kid then he'll absolutely go out trick or treating with her!! People compliment how scary is mask is even though he's not wearing one :')

Gigi will absolutely change costumes so that they can do a King and Queen look, bc <3 friendship. He gets all flustered bc,, Gigi makes him a gorgeous outfit and he feels <3 kinda handsome tbh <3

Myc + Andre? Little Shop of Horrors with a twist. Myc is Seymour, Andre is Twoey!! They put Myc in overalls for each of his tentacles, glasses and everything. Andre is covered in leaves and vines he stole from the horticulture lab. They get unreasonably drunk

The Great Halloween Bar Brawl of 2021 will not soon be forgotten (Myc insulted someone, like he always does, and it kinda devolved from there. There were probably no casualties)

<3 i love these mfs so much aaa

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MYC AND ANDRE HORROR EXTRAVAGANZA IN THE BASEMENT <3

Everyone's invited. they completely deck out the basement area with cushions and shit?? They even disable the wifi and plug up all the charging ports so they can let Robotus out of his prison for a bit smdns

Brett is huddled up with his knees to his chest. Myc and Andre are constantly cracking jokes to both make him less scared and,, because that just how they are. Most tense moments are ruined by them making silly noises and jokes

ex : (someone falls out a window, 'and he sticks the landing!' 'im giving in an 8 on execution, the pole in his head really redacts points', etc). Robotus joins in with Full Snark Activated. It's absolute chaos in the best way sdnms.

'Madam. Miss. Mademoiselle. RUN. HE IS RIGHT THERE HOW DO YOU NOT SEE HIM.' Reagan, Gigi and Robotus are weeping over the incompetence of the characters smdns.

Everyone's screaming at the screen. Brett is cheering on the Final Girl, while Myc is hoping she gets mulched smdns.

Nobody goes home, they all just end up falling asleep in piles down in the basement. Robotus stays up for a while (definitely not to make sure everyone's sleeping soundly + they aren't gonna be woken up my anything. because he definitely doesn't secretly care about them), but eventually he powers down for the night too <3

all in all a successful halloween !! <3