#Alrea High

[shiny-jr]

not my world [ prologue ]

– Summary: One day you wake in a foreign world with nothing to your name except the clothes on your back. A talking cat named Grim, gives you your only lead to return home. Seek out the seven gods and pray they answer your plea.

– Warning: Yes, this series is a yandere thing, although this post really isn't. Gender-neutral reader.

– Characters: Grim.

– Note: Think of this like a test, just to see how it's received. Yes, this is based off that outlander post I made a while ago. I was thinking I could make this a long-lasting series. However, it really depends how y'all like it. There's not too much going on here, because I'm trying to set the scene and I wrote it all fairly quickly. However, it's just a small taste. So, let me know what y'all think.

– Pages: 11

“So… you’re saying that you woke up here on this beach with no explanation, but you’re from another world so you have no idea where you are? You fell asleep in your own bed, in your own home, and now you’re here, with no way to go back?” 

As far fetched as it sounded, you could only grimly nod. A dream, this should’ve just been a nightmare. But that was confirmed to be false when you pinched yourself multiple times and tried to splash yourself with the nearby ocean water. Everything felt so real, from the sand between your toes to the breeze in the air and the sunlight drying the water off the surface of your flesh. You wanted it to be nothing but a dream, especially when you found a talking cat with a forked tail and blue fire in his ears. 

This was your third attempt trying to explain things to this impish but rather harmless little furball, and each time he seemed more puzzled than the last. His little black nose twitched as he sat in front of you, his paws digging into the sand as those strange eyes of his studied you closely. His voice was grating, high-pitched, speaking with a tone of doubt. “You don’t look like you’re from any of the seven nations. No pointed ears, no beast features, not even a magestone to your name! Well, it makes sense. A nobody like you obviously wouldn’t have a magestone anyways.” 

That was probably meant to be an insult, but considering you didn’t even know what a magestone was, you didn’t really take any offense at all. Pointed ears, beast features, magestones, annoying talking cats– you really didn’t care about any of that. “Because I’m not from whatever seven nations there are. I already told you where I’m from.” 

“Yeah, well I never heard of wherever it was you said. So get lost, would you, human? I’ve claimed this beach alrea–” 

A low growl rang in the air. Swiftly you scanned your surroundings, fearful that you were about to be attacked by some mythical beast. However, when you looked back to the feline who now looked quite ashamed, you realized the noise came from his stomach. Actually, the little fellow seemed pretty scrawny, and you could just barely make out the shape of his ribs poking out of his sides. 

Standing up, you brushed off the sand clinging to the oversized t-shirt you fell asleep in. Thankfully, you at least had sandals, which was better than waking up here barefoot. With one look around, there didn’t appear to be anyone for miles, and no sign of civilization here. Leaving the cat as your only option to turn to, as jarring as it was to be speaking to a cat. “Er… Look, if you could at least help me find people, a shelter, a city, something– then I’ll see about getting you something to eat. Deal?” 

“I don’t need your help! But… I’m curious, so I’ll follow anyway.” 

“Great…” You sigh, as you decide to follow a path that leads away from the shoreline and into woodlands. At the very least, you were not completely alone. This would be much more terrifying if you had woken up and there was absolutely no one around. “So, do you have a name or are you, like, feral?” 

“I’m not feral!” It hissed as it walked in tandem beside you, keeping up with your steady pace. “Since I am so great, I will allow you to know my name. I am the all-mighty Grim! One-of-a-kind and destined to one day become strong, powerful enough to defeat even the seven gods!” 

“Seven gods…?” Was this some sort of fantasy setting? It had to be. First he mentioned pointed ears and beast-people, and you were having a conversation with a talking cat! Maybe seven gods were the least outlandish thing you’ve heard today. “Well, I’m (Y/n).” 

“You’ve never heard of The Seven? How stupid could you be?” 

You frowned at his toothy little grin as he ridiculed you for your knowledge on a place you just ended up in. “Well excuse me for not knowing anything about this place I just ended up in!” Tearing your gaze away, you saw a cabin up ahead. It appeared abandoned, so there wasn’t any hope of seeing another person yet. Still, there may be something useful inside, so you approach. 

Trying the knob, you found the lock jammed. The wood of the front door was rotting, some of it in splitters and the windows were shattered. With a few strong kicks, the door became dislodged and finally gave way beneath the pressure. 

“You’re excused– hey! Tuna!” You didn’t even bother stopping the feline when he rushed into the abandoned cabin, sprinting after the few cans of tuna he spotted on an old table. At least he would get to eat. 

You didn’t particularly care for canned fish that’s been sitting there for who knows how long. In practically a blink of the eye he had devoured three whole cans of the stuff and licked the remnants off of his whiskers. 

“Okay, okay, since I feel so bad for you, and because you found these tuna cans, I’ll be your guide. That way, I don’t owe you nothin’ after this! Maybe one day, if you’re still around, you’ll see me ascend to the ranks among the archons and you can brag like I knew him! Isn’t Grim so cool and praise worthy? I might even remember you and accept your prayers! You can thank me now.” 

At his smug expression, you squinted incredulously as he began walking down the path in the middle of the woods once more. Following hesitantly, thankful there was daylight and this seemed like a particularly nice forest, save for the very depths of it further away from the road that were dark due to the cover of leaves and branches above. However, the trees closest to you weren’t so dense, and the sunlight filtered through the thin foliage. The dirt road was wide, but slightly covered with scattered blades of grass and underbrush, as if no one had used it in a long while. Squirrel-like critters darted about in trees, strange fruits hung on low-branches, and foreign flowers sprouted alongside little ponds. 

“I’ll thank you after an explanation and a little help. So, what’s this about gods?” 

“Let’s see… I’ll put it so simple that even a baby can understand! There are seven nations, and each one has a god. These gods are super-powerful! I’m talking crazy-strong, like they can level mountains and raise the sea type of miracles!” 

As he strolled beside you, his forked-tail swished back and forth. For now it seemed like he knew where he was going, so hopefully that was a good sign. Right now, you had no idea what to do or how to get home. However, if magic existed in this realm, then surely there would be some way to get back. There had to be, for your own peace of mind. 

“Maybe if you pray to one, you’ll get an answer. But the chances of that are pretty much zero, because only idiots rely on the gods since they almost never answer. You’d have a better chance trying to actually meet one of them and try to talk to them in person, but good luck with that!” 

As the road neared a cliff, you caught a glimpse of the scenery. It was a kingdom, a whole city that began right at the edge of a vast meadow. The rolling valley ended at a river, across a wide stone bridge where the city began. Miles and miles of cobblestone roads lined with two to three-story buildings, and rising above it all was a white palace with red conical roofs that pierced the very sky. It looked fantastical, like something straight out of a peculiar little story book, especially considering how unnaturally bright the flowers were and how there was the occasional mushroom as tall as a tree. 

Never before in your entire life had you ever seen a single place like this. Some stupid naive little part of yourself had hoped that perhaps you were still in your world, but this was simply proof that tore that little shred of hope to bits. “What is this place…?” 

He paused to scratch a spot behind his ear. “That’s the capital city of Heartslabyul. You see that big palace all the way over there? That’s where the god of fire lives. One day, I’m gonna live in a place even bigger, grander, than that! My worshippers will build, brick by brick, a towering temple that reaches the very heavens! It’ll make that palace look puny in comparison!” 

Dumbfounded, you nearly get left behind in your stupor once the feline begins to walk down a rocky slope again. You follow, as Grim yammered on and on, “Fire is harsh, just like that place. Trust me, I tried staking a claim there, but I was kicked out! Can you believe it? Me! They just threw me out as if I were nothing! Anyways, I already forgot what you were looking for, but whatever it is, you’ll probably find something there––” 

“A way home?” You reminded him, a tiny bit irked that he seemed to forget so easily. For such a haughty little beast with nothing to his name, he was very conceited. 

“Ooh yeah, right. That. Gods have all this magic and wisdom from their years and stuff, so they gotta know something. But if I were a god, I wouldn’t answer you, to be honest.” 

Grumpily you point out the obvious. This cat-like creature was far from the divine that you were currently picturing. “You’re not a god.” 

Yowling in response, Grim shot back with irritation, “Yet! Not a god yet!” When he spat, a small puff of smoke and a spark of flames he tried to aim at the dirt caused his blue ear flames to flicker stronger until one stray flame popped like a hot scorching coal. It went flying directly at your face, and all you could do was react quickly enough to try and step back while your arms and hands covered your face. 

However, no pain ever came. “How are you doing that?!” 

“Doing what? And you need to watch it with––” When you began to lower your arms, you saw it. When you had shielded yourself, your knuckles had been against your cheek and so your palm was facing outward. Floating in your open palm, was that small spark that came from his ears and nearly burned you. Immediately your eyes widened, and the surprise didn’t end there. As if fluctuating with your shock, the fire became a small yet harsh monetary crackling burst that caused both you and the feline to yelp and stumble back in disbelief until your palms were normal once again. 

“You big fat liar! You do know magic! Where’s your magestone?” 

Seeing his gray fur stand on edge, you quickly answered, seemingly just as confused as he currently was. “I-I don’t, I swear! I don’t even have a wizardstone! That has never happened to me before! This, magic, stuff like that, talking cats, huge mushrooms, none of this is supposed to be real!” 

“Magestone! Not wizardstone! M-A-G-E!” 

“Same difference, what do I care?” You had to double-check your hands, wanting to trick yourself again into believing it was something that could be easily explained. Yet this didn't seem like that. This was something else entirely that didn’t make sense, it couldn't be explained. Not while you were still reeling and staring at your own two hands in utter disbelief. “What the hell was that…?” 

Sniffing the air around you, Grim paced slowly around you as his whiskers twitched with each sniff. After several rounds circling you, he plopped down in front of you and peered up at you quizzically. “I really don’t smell a magestone on you… but you used my fire! It was blue! Everyone knows you can’t use magic without one! Wait a moment… this is perfect!” Immediately brightening up, the little creature gave a toothy grin as he declared, “From now on, you will be my servant! One day when I am a god, I will make you a demi-god! Everyone knows the great gods have divine or mystic servants of some kind! So you will be my henchman! Count yourself blessed, human.” 

“What…?” For now you didn’t even want to touch anything, especially yourself. What if you just tapped something and it was set ablaze? Although you felt fine physically, you were not completely okay. Mentally your mind was scrambled with trying to comprehend everything going on and being said, and now you had the additional burden of accidentally burning everything you touched. 

“Maybe it has to do with the fact that you aren’t from here, so this world’s rules don’t even apply to you… yeah, that’s it! This is great! Does this mean you can wield other elements? We should try! If it storms tonight, we’ll stand at the highest cliff and wait for lightning to strike!” 

“Definitely not!” You screech in reply, currently trying to prevent yourself from panicking and having a destructive mental breakdown all at the same time. Keeping your arms away from your body and fingers spread apart, you tentatively try grabbing stones and sticks and blades of grass to test the ability and see if anything would be set ablaze. And yet, nothing happened, so you slowly began to relax, as much as was possible in that moment. 

Grim watched with great intrigue, hoping, wishing, to see you burn something straight with your hands. However, when he saw not a single spark or sign of smoke, he sighed, “Don’t you realize the possibilities! A small chosen few can wield magic like that, and even then, it’s only one element! This means that you might be able to do more! We’ll be legendary, beating every foe we come across!” 

“Woah, woah, woah, who said anything about beating foes?” Cutting off that idea right now before it would get out of hand. It had only been a few minutes, not even an hour, and even you could see that Grim was a handful. “I am no fighter. If I magically somehow have these weird abilities now, doesn’t mean I want to fight with them. Are you insane? The most I’ll do is like… instantly heat up my food or make a light in the dark. That’s it. Actually, that first one sounds pretty useful…” 

Angrily throwing his paws up in exasperation while falling back on some patches of grass, he groaned, “Ugh, but that’s so boringggg! Where’s your creativity? You could become a god among gods!” 

Choosing to ignore his less than enthusiastic response, you proceeded, drawing his attention back to something he recently mentioned. Awkwardly you grip your hands, twisting your wrist between your fingers, yet nothing hurts. Everything felt normal, as if you hadn’t just wielding fire a minute ago. “You said a god of fire resided over there in that city, right?” 

“Yeah, you’ll fit right in with all those hot-headed fire-breathers now that you have a bit of magic.” 

As the two of you neared the bottom of the cliff and approached a smaller section of the forest that would lead directly to the road that branched off into either a vast meadow or the gates of the kingdom, the world seemed to stop when a loud rumbling rang through the air. The birds ceased their singing songs and the squirrelish creatures paused their chittering chattering. The ground shook and in the far distance, miles and miles behind the palace where there looked to be nothing but untamed wilderness, balls of fire spewed forth from what you had thought were mountains but were actually volcanoes. Seeing the smoke pour out from the peak, you debated running right back to the beach which was in the opposite direction of the rupture in the earth. 

While initially startled, Grim quickly relaxed and began his walking again just as the sounds of nature resumed their tune. As if by some miraculous work of magic, the volcano stopped its rumbling just as quickly as it began, and the smoke receded as well. Like a pot popping on a stovetop and simmering over with water, but its vapor and contents contained by a top, that’s how rapidly it started and ended. Grim proceeded to walk in front of you to lead the way. Sensing your question before you even voiced it, he called out over his shoulder, 

“Don’t look so panicked, we’re not gonna die. That happens like once a week. It used to be more sparse but… well, like I said, all the humans in the kingdom are a buncha hotheads. Especially their king! Everyone knows the god of pyro has the worst temper of all the seven, that’s why the volcanoes go off when he’s all angry! All you gotta do is gather up the courage to ask him what you want to know, and pray that he doesn’t incinerate you where you stand.”

[shhhsecretsideblog]

You have to go see your professional athlete husband play in the championship game: only problem is you're 42 weeks pregnant. You've been having contractions all day, but you tell yourself they're just Braxton Hicks, and you can go to the hospital after the game and have the baby. But once the game starts you can't ignore the urge to push any longer...

Great prompt! Exactly what I was in the mood to write this evening, ty! Hope you like it (fyi written in an hour and very much not edited or checked or read-through lol)

Half-Time Full-Time Baby-Time

Despite being overdue, suffering practice contractions all day, and having a baby nestled deep in my pelvis - I was not going to miss the big game. I’d never missed any of my husband’s matches and I wasn’t going to start now.

Thankfully, as my hubby was a star player on the team I was watching the game from the Executive Box. My parents were supposed to have joined me but they couldn’t make it, so I was on my own in the luxury private suite that had a large window and a glass door overlooking all the action on the pitch below. Inside the room was a fancy dining table with chairs, a mini bar, and a few high stools beneath the tall bench table lining the window so people could sit and drink and eat while watching the game.

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to do any of those things. My tight and round belly and the pain flaring in my hips had me pacing around and around the room. Cupping the underside of my bump I breathed deeply through each rising wave.

“Hmmmmm… not now baby, please.” I whimpered.

The practice pains had gotten closer and closer together during the first half. I’d tried to ignore them, breathe through them and walk around to stop the braxton hicks, but they didn’t disappear. They only got worse. Just before the whistle blew at half time my waters broke and I was forced into the realisation this was no false alarm.

But it would be fine; labour took hours and hours and the game would be long finished before we would need to go to the hospital. That’s what I thought.

Midway through the second half I’m standing by the window, my hands clasping the high bench in a white-knuckle grip, my hips swaying side to side. My throat rattles as I release involuntary groans with the constant squeezing and tightening of my belly. The baby felt so damn low… my legs were in a wide stance and my belly hung down off my hips. I was glad to be wearing a lightweight summer dress with the amount I was sweating. I wanted to open the door, to let in a breeze, but I was scared to with the labouring sounds I was emitting. I didn’t want to attract attention and I did not want to go anywhere and miss the game. I would stay here until you were finished and then we would go to the hospital together.

Another contraction rolled across my belly and the pressure built and built towards boiling point. It felt like I was going to explode, to burst, that feeling of fullness paired with an urgency and pressure was becoming too much to handle. My legs started to tremble as I fought against my body’s instincts, a low rumbling roar slipping past my lips.

I leant forward over the tall tabletop, my arms folded on its surface and my head dropped against my arms. My legs were buckling, sinking lower into a squat. The pressure was building, the round and heavy bowling ball of a head was so low… I wanted to push— my body needed me to push—

“Noooo…. Oh god! Don’t- hoooo- don’t push. Just stay in there baby…. Wait for your daddy to f-finish the g-game—mnghhhhhh!!!”

There was no controlling it, the head was getting lower and pressing against my opening. My body was pushing and I couldn’t stop it. More amniotic fluid hit the floor as I pushed, my bare feet standing on the damp carpet.

In between uncontrollable pushes I glanced up desperately and looked at the timer hanging over the pitch. There was still 15minutes to go, plus injury time. Oh god, the baby was not going to last that long. It felt like it was already starting to crown.

With a trembling hand I feel under my dress between my thighs and nearly vomit when I feel the curved surface of the head pressing against my underwear.

“Oh baby, no… you can’t come out yet…”

But my body and mind are not in sync and a second later I’m back to uncontrollably pushing. I sink into a deep squat, my arms stretched high above my head as I cling onto and almost swing from the high rise table.

“Nnnmghhhhh!!!!” I grunt and low, bearing down into my bottom, running completely on instinct. The baby was slipping further and further out, my labia was stretched thin and the burning of a full crown made me howl.

At the same time one of the teams had scored and the stadium erupted with a frenzy of screams and cheers. The crowd’s jubilance was my own encouragement and I gasped a breath and pushed again, hard. My body was shaking head to toe, the burning… the fullness… the desperation for it all to stop… I had to get the baby out, and it had to come out right now. Giving it my all the head popped out dramatically into my underwear and I collapsed down onto all fours.

The game was nearly over and the baby was almost here. I scrambled to pull down my panties before the next contraction hit. I could hear the noises in the stadium, the crowd cheering and chanting, the final minutes being played. Meanwhile the baby was turning inside of me, the shoulders beginning to press and stretch me open once more. When the next contraction hit I submitted to it entirely, rocking forward and back with each push as my body worked hard to birth the babe. I roared and pushed with the final whistle of the match and raised up on my knees, my hands flying between my legs to catch my newborn baby.

“Oh my goodness… hi little one.” I sobbed as I brought the child up to my chest, wiping its face and blowing gently against their cheeks. The newborn gave a cough and started crying and relief and exhaustion took hold. That was when I noticed the crowd around the Exec Box was cheering. I crawled to the door, babe in arms, and awkwardly got back to standing.

Looking out across the pitch I could see my husband’s team had won, all the men jumping and hugging each other. I could spot my husband easily amongst the sea of coloured jerseys.

“That’s your daddy.” I said to the baby.

My husband looked up at the box, knowing where I’d be, and his jaw dropped when he saw me standing at the glass door, a newborn baby wailing in my arms.

[enwrites]

Silly Competitions (s.jy)

pairing: jake x afab!reader

warning: 18+ MDNI !! (not proofread so sorry for mistakes)

genre/cw: established relationship, kinda dom jake, cunnilingus (both male & female), slight power play if you squint, fingering, handjob, riding, creampie, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap pls), jake calls reader pet names, slight ass eating i think (lmk if anything is missed!)

synopsis: you and jake bet on a silly competition to see who could overcome the other for a chance at dominance.

wc: 1.5k words

a/n: a little something short and sweet while i work on my other pieces ;) been having a bit of jake on my mind and this scenario popped into my head, no pt2 for this one, just short and simple <3 hope u all enjoy~

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“Fuck Y/n,” Jake let’s out a groan. He squirms under you as you suck on the head of his dick. There was no way he was going to win this competition. You let him go with a pop, grinning to yourself as you stroke his shaft. Finally this was going to be the day you win.

This was his idea after all. 

Jake had insisted you both have this little competition to see who’d cum first. This was how the two of you ended up in this compromising position— 69’ing. He swore you’d never win anyways. So, he made a bet with you that whoever cums first, gets to do whatever they want to the other. No complaining whatsoever. He knew you’d cave in first, but what he didn't know was how determined you were to win. He tried his hardest to hold back as groans and moans left his mouth like some sort of mantra. 

Your little mouth drove him insane. He felt like he was going to explode any minute now, but he wasn’t going to give up easily. He was taken back to reality as you engulfed more of his length into his mouth, deepthroating him like your life depended on it. 

You wanted nothing more but to be able to take Jake your way for once. You were going to make it your mission to win as Jake always had his way. But he wasn’t going to let up easily. He pulls your ass down, back onto his face, licking from your clit all the way back to your asshole. A moan escapes your mouth, the pleasure being too much for you to handle, your eyes start to tear up. 

If this was any other day, you’d be cumming all over his tongue, riding your high on his mouth. You throw your head back as the pleasures of being eaten out courses through your veins. One thing you couldn’t deny was how amazing Jake was with his mouth, always being able to get you to cum so easily with just his tongue. 

He slaps your ass, pulling you in close as he moans into your cunt lapping up more of your juices, loving the way you perfectly sat on his face. Your body trembles a bit, you feel pure bliss. You bring your head back down to his cock, taking his tip back into your mouth, earning a loud moan from him. You knew his tip was his weak spot. 

“Come on Y/n, y-you know you want to cum so bad, just do it alrea— ahhh fuck,” you cut him off as you twirl your tongue around his tip. He starts to leak. You stroke his shaft, sucking on his head. Jake bucks his hip, making you take more of his cock in. Before you knew it, he sticks his finger into your hole as he leaves little licks on your clit. Groaning onto his cock, you stroke him even faster, hallowing your mouth, sucking his tip harder than before.

The sound of mouths sucking and slurping filled the room accompanied by moans and mewls. You were getting closer and closer to release as Jake inserted another finger into you. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. No longer being able to take the immense bubble of pleasure building up within you, you needed to hurry and make him cum first. Jake pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them as he smirks deviously. He could tell you were getting closer to release. 

“J-Jake please… c-can’t take it anymore … need you to cum already,” you shakily let out, hand lazily stroking him in the moment. Jake chuckles, pulling away from your pussy, taking in the view before him. 

“You need me to cum? Baby you’re dripping… just cum for me already, I know you want to,” he said, you could feel his smirk through his voice. Pulling out of your trance, you spit onto his cock, using it as your makeshift lube, you stroke his shaft painfully slow. It was Jake’s turn to throw his head back muttering a “fuck”, his breathing turning heavy as he felt his climax approaching. Jake wasn’t going to let up easily though.

He wanted to feel your tight cunt around his cock and that was what he was going to get. 

Jake returns his attention back to your pussy as he continues to finger you, your juices dripping onto his face and down his neck. Everything about this being the filthiest he has ever felt and he wanted more. His fingers increase in speed as he feels you clenching around them. He knew you were close.

“Oh my god, Jakey~,” you moan as you practically start to ride onto his fingers. The competition no longer occupies your brain as you shove your ass back into Jake’s face signaling for him to go back to eating you out. Jake happily obliged, taking his fingers out and diving right back into you. He groans as you ride his face. Feeling the way you hump onto his face was enough to get him leaking again.

But that didn’t matter to you. You needed to cum. Jake takes you by surprise as he starts to suck on your clit, devouring every inch of your cunt. 

“Jake! I-I’m gonna cum!” you shout, grinding your pussy into his face harder than ever. He moans into your pussy, never once taking his tongue off of it. With one more grind onto his tongue, your orgasm surges through your body as you let out a loud moan following Jake’s name spilling out of your mouth over and over again like a broken record. You fall limp onto his body, panting as you try to catch your breath. Jake sits up slightly, moving your legs off of his chest, he pulls you into a hungry kiss. He pulls away, giggling at you as your face turns red from embarrassment. 

“Guess I win this time princess,” he cocks a sly grin at you. You sighed, rolling your eyes at him. “You gonna be a good girl and ride this cock for me?” Without saying a word, you push the blond boy back onto his back, as you straddle him. Taking his cock into your hands, you rub his tip up and down your slit before sinking down onto his length.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight and so fucking wet,” he coos at you. You put your hands onto his chest as you start to start to bounce up and down. Jake brings one of his hands up to your waist, gripping your side as his other hand makes his way up to your breast. He gives it a grope, watching you with lust filled eyes.

“God your tits look so good,” he groans, eyes rolling back. Not being able to handle the way your pussy clenches around, he pulls you down onto him as he fucks into you. His hand makes it way to your ass as he gives it a squeeze, pumping himself into you, so hard as the bed frame slams against the wall. You swore the bed was going to break any minute now. 

“Jakey~ please … harder,” you barely managed to let out. Jake pulls you into a messy kiss once more before pulling away, pounding at an animalistic speed into you. Your pussy creams around his shaft as he feels you clenching, suffocating his cock. He was so close. He moves his hand to your waist, holding you into place, your second orgasm brews within you as you can only let out incoherent words and moans.

“C-Cum in me Jakey,” you choked, tears falling from your eyes.

That was enough to drive Jake over the edge. He pounds mercilessly into you, skin slapping against skin. Overstimulated from your first orgasm, you scream as Jake pumps into you, causing you to squeeze around him, cumming all over his cock. He follows suit as you milk his cock, his cum filling you up as he groans out your name.

Slowly pumping in and out of you, he helps you ride out your second orgasm of the night. Your body trembles against him as you fall limp once more. He rolls the both of you over, now above you as he pulls out of pussy, his cum spilling out of your hole. He leans down, leaving kisses down your neck and back up to your mouth. Pulling away, he looks at you with a toothy smile as he starts to laugh. You hit his chest playfully, rolling your eyes at him again. 

“Hmm maybe we should have these competitions more often, huh Y/n?” He giggles into your hair, pulling you into his arms. You giggle as well, melting into his hold. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, now are you gonna clean me up or what?” you cock your brow at him as he lets out a defeated sigh, getting up from the bed and making his way to the bathroom to grab a towel.

At the end of the day, Jake would do anything for you. You were his princess after all,  no matter what silly competition the two of you decided to have.

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[suljaffs]

Nanami Dabble - Surprise Dinner / fluff

Warning: this may not be that good it was just a random brain fart I wanted to write about sighfhfghfgfhhh

It was 11:30 pm. The apartment was dim with a scenic nighttime view, a couple of your vanilla candles around the dining room to set an ambiance with a somewhat nice layout of food: Mac and cheese, fries, pizza rolls, and even home made heart shaped cookies for desert. “He should be getting home any time now.” You thought, stepping back to view your creation in full. Your body tense with excitement waiting for the door to swing open.

Nanami always came home at late hours, leaving at the crack of dawn, entering while you slept. It bothered you not being able to spend much time with your lover but you never held it against him because you understood his job was hard, draining even, and you wanted nothing other than to provide a safe space for your husband. Today, you decided to do something for him. For the longest, you two have postponed plans of going to dinner because of work. The two of you could’ve just gotten in the kitchen but he wanted it to be a day where the two of you could simply relax. At first, it seemed like a good idea but with each date night turning into “I don’t have enough time after work.” And lots of cancellations on reservations because of last minute work issues, You decided to take matters into your own hands and what better than a quick at home dinner?

“That carpet fragrance is quiet strong.” Hearing not only his voice but also the lock hitch and the knob shuffle, you pulled out your phone to take a quick picture before ducking under the table, snickering to yourself.

Nanami creeped the door open, he was always careful as to not wake you up. “My.. love?” He stopped in his tracks, tucking his lips as he watched you come up from under the table, a small smile creeping its way on his face as he watched you bump your head in the process. “Su-ouch-prise!” You jumped up, a big smile on your face despite your minor injury. He softly shut the door behind him, keeping his body turned towards the closed door, back facing you. “Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me big boy.” You snickered, making your way over to him. “I just wanted to do something special but in all honesty, it’s not my best work.” You dismissed your hard work, but you hadn’t known what else to say to ease the moment.

“It’s perfect my love.” He turned to you, two tear trails visible on his face. Seeing him cry wasn’t crazy to you as he had been a softie: that time when you said yes to being his girlfriend in high school and even that time when a cute squirrel approached him on your guys walk through the park. You took a hand to his face, drying his tears as his head hung low. “It’s all for you.” You cooed. “Now come eat. I only really had time to actually cook the Mac and cheese so you better appreciate my hard work.” You teased, untying his tie which you know he would hate to get dirty. He took your hand before you could walk over to the table. “You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world, y/n.” He whispered before planting a deep kiss on your hand, another tear dropping.

He guided you to the table, seating you before seating himself. “I thought the smell was that carpet fragrance got you, never would’ve expected it to be this…” Nanami looked around the table, a nod of approval. “oh how I love you.” He whispered. The night was full of giggles, conversations of work, and old memories between you two like the times when he thought it wasn’t obvious he had a crush on you, when you rejected him because you didn’t know him well enough, and most importantly the cute moments you two shared every now and then.

As the time ticked close to 1, you two had wrapped up dinner, he had taken him a shower, and you two decided** to reside yourselves in bed for the night. For once in a long time, you two were finally going to sleep at the same time again and it wasn’t just him cuddling you when you were already asleep. This time, it was you who was big spoon. Playing with his blonde strands as his head rested in your chest, you couldn’t help but to sniff him. He smelt of tréseme hair conditioner but you had no issue with it because it was him… his smell.

[growingstories]

Growing stories

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gold cage, hostage to my feelings || teaser

pt. II of my best friend!Coryo x reader mini-series; read part I here

summary: things between you and your best friend become even more intoxicatingly confusing when an upcoming ball is announced ...

After class, the upcoming ball for the Academy’s founding celebration are all anyone is talking about. 

Really, you think, as you navigate your way through the halls of the Academy, trying to evade Arachne Crane and her ever-persistent questions, with the way people are talking, one could think that the ball is tomorrow, instead of in three weeks time.

As you pass Festus Creed and his group of friends, you can hear them complaining, trying to come up with a way to get out of attending the ball altogether. 

„Well, there’s no way you’re getting out of this one, Felix, your uncle’s the President, after all“, Festus Creed is saying loudly and out of the corner of your eyes, you see Arachne scoffing and rolling her eyes. 

„Idiots, the whole lot of them! Well, I certainly don’t want any of them to be my date for the evening, do you?“ 

Clemensia giggles, shaking her head. „No. Though we don’t really have much more options to choose from other than them. I mean, Dean Highbottom said that we could bring family members or friends that are not attending the Academy, but I don’t want to ask my cousin to be my date!“ 

Arachne laughs, the sound high and shrill, and you close your eyes, wishing you were anywhere else but here. Where is Coriolanus? The last you’ve seen of your best friend was after class, when he quickly hugged you to his side, saying that he would meet you in the dining hall for lunch, but he had something important to ask Professor Sickle first. 

„You can always ask my cousin, if you want“, Arachne now says, laughing, when she sees the irritated look on Clemensia’s face. 

„Your cousin Francis? No, thank you, I think I’ll pass. Maybe I’ll ask Coriolanus though …“ 

You don’t say anything, quickly looking away and trying to hide your irritated frown. Why does she want to ask Coriolanus? It’s not like Coriolanus and Clemensia are that close … well, at least not as close as you and Coriolanus are. 

Surely he wouldn’t say yes, though, would he? But what if he does agree to be Clemensia’s date to the ball? 

No, he wouldn’t. Or would he? No, that’s absurd, he’s probably going to ask you. But then, why hasn’t he done so already? Why didn’t he say anything right after class? He probably just wanted to wait for a quiet moment, where it’s just you two, no excited chatter and buzzing excitement surrounding you. 

But what if-

„Oh yes, Coriolanus would indeed be a fine option, maybe I’ll ask him myself …“, Arachne is now saying, drawing you out of your thoughts. 

Clemensia laughs, the sound slightly irritated. „Well, I had the idea first …“ 

Arachne nods, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. „That may be true, but you haven’t done anything about it yet, have you? Besides, it’s probably pointless anyway, Coriolanus has probably asked Y/N here already“, she says, now turning to look at you with pointedly raised eyebrows. 

You reach up with a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, trying not to let your irritation at her words show. 

Before you can say anything, though, Clemensia is turning towards you as well. „Right, I forgot. Has Coriolanus asked you to be his date to the ball? I mean, if he hasn’t, I could always still ask him …“ 

You bite down hard on your lip, feeling your throat closing up. You don’t want to admit - especially not to Arachne Crane and Clemensia Dovecote of all people - that your best friend has in fact not yet asked you to be his date to the ball and that you yourself are unsure whether he actually will. Before that … incident that one morning a few weeks ago, you wouldn’t have hesitated to say yes, yes, of course Coriolanus will ask you to be his date to the ball. 

Now, though, things have changed. 

You feel - differently towards your best friend. You’ve already felt differently about him before that incident, realizing that you might have felt more towards him than just friendship. That incident only further confirmed that what you feel for Coryo isn’t just friendship. 

You don’t want to just be his best friend anymore. 

You want him - and not just like a best friend. 

You want your best friend, want to be with him. 

Want to feel more of that feeling you’ve felt that morning, when he was pressed against you, his hand between your legs, his lips on your neck. 

You want all that, and so much more. Even knowing that you’ll never have it, because Coryo will only ever see you as just his best friend - even though you feel like he’s started behaving differently around you as well. 

You can’t quite explain it, but something in the way he talks with you, something in the way he looks at you has changed. Before that incident, you’d already caught him staring at you here and there, his gaze on you lingering. Now though, it feels like his eyes are on you all the time; giving you a teasing taste of the feeling from that morning-

„Y/N?“ Arachne’s irritated voice draws you out of your thoughts and you feel your cheeks growing hot. If only Arachne and Clemensia were knowing what you were just thinking about, then they probably wouldn’t look at you so smugly. 

„Has Coriolanus asked you to be his date to the ball?“

You clear your throat. „I-“

„There you are!“ An arm snakes around your waist, drawing you back against a muscled chest - Coriolanus. You smile, letting yourself fall back against him, feeling his grip on you tightening. 

„Arachne, Clemmie“, Coriolanus now says, acknowledging the two girls. Both of them look uncomfortably surprised to have your conversation interrupted by him, sharing a look between them. 

„Coriolanus …“, Arachne says, finding her composure first. „We - uh, were just talking about the ball, wondering whether you already have a date?“ 

Even though you can’t see Coriolanus’s expression, his grip on your waist tightening even more, with his other hand settling on your hips as well, caging you in his embrace, tells you exactly how irritated he feels by Arachne’s question. 

„As a matter of fact, I have“, Coriolanus says, and for a moment, you feel sick with nervousness. Is he really going to ask Clemensia - or, even worse, Arachne? 

„Y/N will of course be my date to the ball.“ 

You feel your heart starting to beat faster at his words, even though you feel slightly annoyed as well. Because even though you’re elated at the prospect of attending the ball with him, you really wish that he’d actually asked you to be his date. 

„Oh, uhm, that’s - lovely, isn’t it, Clemensia?“, Arachne says, not even trying to hide the obvious disappointment in her voice. 

„Yes - lovely, indeed …“ 

„Wonderful“, Coriolanus says and even though you can’t see his expression, you just know that he’s smirking at them. „Now, if you’ll excuse us, I have something I need to talk to Y/N about …“ 

And before you know it, he’s turning you around in his arms, guiding you away from Arachne and Clemensia - guiding you away from the hall full of of chattering students, until you’ve reached a quiet, secluded nook. 

Coriolanus’s hands are still on your waist and as you look up into his bright, piercing blue eyes, you realize just how close you actually are. You can feel his warm breath ghosting over your skin and he’d only need to lower his head towards you-

„So?“, he says, smirking down at you, „will you be my date to the ball?“ 

When he sees your surprised expression, he laughs, leaning in even closer to you, and you feel your heart starting rapidly in your chest. He’s so close - so close that your lips are almost touching-

„I know you, Y/N“, he says, still smirking. „And I know that you want me to actually ask you - so, will you be my date to the ball?“ 

I'm so sorry for the long wait, but with all the Christmas and New Year's excitement, I just didn't really get around to writing. I've finally started working on Part II of don't want you like a best friend, though, and I hope that this extra-long teaser makes up for the long wait!!

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Thirteen – Feelings, Feelings And More Feelings}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

Words: 5.8K!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: None just enjoy the moment 😉

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV 

Things have been looking up and I am beyond grateful for how things have been progressing. The boys have displayed a newfound protective streak towards me. It's quite amusing because, as their protector, it's my role to shield them. However, witnessing their eagerness to safeguard me is endearing. It's a different feeling to have others watching out for you apart from your own family; there's a sense of comfort in that.

Fortunately, my recovery has been successful, and I am eager to dive back into work. There's an exciting new project with investors on the horizon that demands my full attention. Meanwhile, the boys are diligently continuing their training. With the assistance of my brothers, Uncle's men, and other trusted individuals, the boys are making remarkable progress. 

Though I try to join in their training sessions whenever possible, balancing work commitments can be quite challenging.

As I was preparing for the day ahead, a familiar knock echoed through the door. "Come in," I called out, welcoming the visitor into my space.

"Morning, Jagi," Yoongi greeted me warmly as he stepped into the room.

"Morning, sweetie," I reciprocated the greeting with a smile, appreciating the familiar presence in my surroundings.

Ever since I fell ill, Yoongi has been incredibly attentive and caring towards me. It's like he's made it his mission to always be by my side, ensuring I'm comfortable and taken care of. At times, his protectiveness is a bit overwhelming, like when he insisted on accompanying me even to the bathroom. Though I had to draw a line there, I couldn't deny the warmth I felt from his constant presence.

It was reassuring to know that he was there for me during my time of need.

One peculiar thing that Yoongi started doing was showering me with pet names, with "kitten" and "Jagi" being his favorite ones.

Whenever he affectionately referred to me by those names, I couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions, like a high school girl with a crush. There was something about the sweet and endearing nature of those pet names that never failed to make me blush and feel special.

Interestingly, I noticed that Yoongi seemed to take pleasure in seeing my reactions whenever he used those pet names. His subtle smirks and mischievous glances whenever I squirmed or blushed indicated that he found joy in teasing me, adding a playful dynamic to our interactions that I found both amusing and endearing.

As I was delicately putting on my earrings, Yoongi approached me from behind and enveloped me in a tight embrace, his arms encircling my waist. I could feel my heart rate quicken as his warm breath gently caressed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

With a deep inhale, he leaned in closer, whispering, "You smell so good," his words laden with a hint of desire.

Lately, I've noticed a peculiar behavior from the boys - they've been sniffing me every chance they get. Initially, I found it a bit strange, but I chalked it up to their hybrid instincts kicking in. Now, it's become a regular occurrence, they scent me whenever I step out alone or even inside the house.

According to them, it helps them stay calm and also acts as a warning to other hybrids that I'm already claimed by them. I already knew that, but seeing them pout every time I playfully reject their advances and hearing their repetitive explanation just adds to the amusement factor.

It's insanely adorable.

"Kitty, as much as I'd love to stay, you know I have to head to work," I explained while putting on the final touch of lip gloss.

He let out a whine near my ear, and I had to stifle a laugh to keep from giving in to his antics. It's moments like these that make me appreciate their unique ways of expressing affection. Even though their gestures might seem unusual to others, to me, it's endearing and a reminder of the special bond we share.

The boys have definitely grown much clingier, especially Yoongi. Surprisingly, I thought Yoongi wasn't too fond of physical contact, but Jungkook spilled the beans that Yoongi actually adores cuddles.

As I turn to Yoongi, our faces so close that I can feel his breath on my skin, my cheeks burn with embarrassment. There's a different kind of tension between us, a tension that I can't quite explain. It's new and exciting, but also scary.

My feelings towards the boys have shifted. Initially, I saw them purely as my family, my closest friends, my protectors. It was a bond built on trust and camaraderie. But now, things seem to be taking a turn, and I'm not sure how to navigate these uncharted waters.

What if my feelings aren't reciprocated? What if they see me as just another human trying to take advantage of them, like so many others have done in the past? I can't bear the thought of them thinking that I'm only interested in them because of their hybrid nature.

I don't want to be painted with the same brush as those who have mistreated them in the past. I genuinely care for them, not just because of what they are, but because of who they are as individuals. It's a delicate balance, trying to show them my true intentions without scaring them away.

Maybe it's time to have an honest conversation with them, to lay my cards on the table and hope that they understand where I'm coming from. I need to make it clear that my feelings towards them are genuine and pure, untainted by the prejudices that others may have towards hybrids.

I can only hope that they see me for who I am, someone who values and respects them for the incredible beings that they are. And if they feel the same way towards me, then maybe, just maybe, we can navigate this new chapter in our relationship together.

But not right now, things have to settle down before I can think of possibly going further.

I clear my throat awkwardly, feeling a mix of shyness and affection as I slightly pull away from his embrace, my hands touching his soft cheeks. I try to reassure him with a warm smile, "I'll be back soon, okay? And then we can cuddle as much as you want."

His response is a mixture of playfulness and possessiveness, with a hint of seductiveness in his voice as he hugs me tight and says, 

"Okay, but when you get back. You're mine for the rest of the night." The way he utters the word "mine" sends a shiver down my spine, it sounds so possessive and dark, awakening a fire within me. However, I quickly rationalize that he's just being protective, not wanting to share me with others and simply wanting my company for cuddles.

I push away those intense thoughts, not wanting to overanalyze his words, and respond with a smile before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Okay, I promise. I better get going, kiss the boys good morning for me," I say as I hastily grab my bag, preparing to leave.

His expression twists in slight disgust at the mention of kissing the boys. His reaction brings a chuckle to my lips before I turn and head towards the door, leaving him behind.

As I walk away, a mix of emotions swirl within me. The possessiveness in his tone lingers in my mind, making me feel both desired and slightly apprehensive.

I can't help but wonder if there's a deeper meaning behind his words, if there's a hidden passion waiting to be unleashed between us. Yet, I push aside those thoughts, focusing on the simple sweetness of our bond, the comfort of our cuddles, and the trust we share.

3rd Person POV

As the clock strikes 12:00, all the boys groggily wake up and make their way to the kitchen. Jin stretches his arms widely, Jungkook yawns loudly, and Taehyung rubs his eyes sleepily. The first thing on their minds is the absence of Heaven.

"Hey, where's Heaven today?" Jimin asks, looking around the room for any signs of her.

Yoongi clears his throat and speaks up, "She left early for work.”

Namjoon sets his tea down and announces, "Today we'll be training with Heaven's uncle, the head of the Italian Mafia." The room falls silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Jimin speaks up, "Wow, that's intense. Heaven never told us much about her family. We've only been around her and her brothers and we are yet to meet her parents. I hope we don't mess this up."

Yoongi senses the tension in the air and offers some advice, "Heaven mentioned her uncle doesn't like submissive behavior. We need to show him respect, but without bowing down to him. We have to stand our ground, maintain eye contact, and show confidence."

Jin nods thoughtfully, "Got it. We'll treat him like any other person, with respect and dignity."

As they finish their late breakfast, the boys share light-hearted banter to ease their nerves. Jungkook jokes about their upcoming training session, making everyone laugh. Taehyung adds in his own witty remarks, lightening the mood.

"Today's going to be interesting," Namjoon remarks silently.

As they all gathered around the living room the Valentino Brothers walked in conversation in light banter.

Curious about the situation, Hobi decided to join the conversation and ask about the teasing. "Hey guys, what's up? What's with Dante calling Andre an old geezer?" he asked, a grin playing on his lips as he observed the dynamic between the brothers.

Dante, ever the instigator, didn't hesitate to spill the beans. "Oh, that? Well, you see, our dear older brother here is going on a date with his long-time secretary, whom he's had a crush on for ages," he revealed, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced at Andre, who looked a mixture of embarrassed and pleased.

"Wow, Andre, congrats!" Namjoon exclaimed, genuinely happy for his friend. "But why the name-calling, Dante?" he prodded, eager to uncover the full story.

With a dramatic flourish, Dante leaned in and shared the juicy details. "That's because, on their first date, Andre here wants to bring her home. And not just any home—his parents' home, the meet-the-family kind of home!" he exclaimed, his laughter infectious as the gravity of Andre's bold move sank in.

The group erupted into laughter, imagining poor Andre nervously introducing his date to his family on their very first outing. The camaraderie of their friendship shining through in moments like this.

Andre felt his face turning hot with embarrassment as Dante and the rest of the guys began to tease him. He couldn't help but feel defensive as Dante mocked his outdated sense of dating. 

"What's wrong with that?!" he piped in, trying to defend his preference for traditional dating. 

Dante's teasing only intensified as he painted a humorous picture of Andre as a relic from the 1800s, choosing a wife to bear children and manage the household. The other guys joined in with laughter, clearly finding the situation amusing.

“It would be okay if you were in the 1800s and you've chosen a wife to take home, a wife who's going to bear your children and make sure the household is running smoothly like come on Andre this is the 21st century you don't do that kind of stuff we go on dates at a restaurant with candlelights if you know what that is — oh wait I forgot you're a grandpa in a soon to be 30-year-old's body," Dante taunted, relishing in his brother's discomfort. 

Andre couldn't help but chuckle at Dante's exaggerated comparisons. While he appreciated the traditional values he held dear, he also understood the need to adapt to modern dating norms. Deep down, he knew his friends were just teasing him in good fun, but it still stung a little to be the butt of their jokes.

As the banter continued, Andre realized that maybe it was time to step out of his comfort zone and embrace a more contemporary approach to dating. Perhaps he could suggest planning a group outing to a nice restaurant with candlelights, as Dante had suggested, to show that he could adapt to the times while still holding onto his beliefs.

In the end, Andre knew that his friends were just looking out for him and trying to help him loosen up a bit. Despite the initial embarrassment, he was grateful to have such a tight-knit group of guys who always had his back, even if it meant teasing him every now and then.

The group of boys burst into laughter as Namjoon manages to regain his composure first. He wipes a tear from his eye and lets out a chuckle before placing a comforting hand on his bestfriend's shoulder.

"Hey man, don't sweat it. It's not a bad idea at all, but maybe ease into it a bit. I don't think she'd be super keen on meeting your parents right off the bat, especially if it's a date and not, you know, as your secretary," Namjoon says with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.

He suggests, "How about going on the first and second date first, see how things click, and then maybe on the third date you can think about introducing her to the folks."

The boys continue to share a good laugh, with Yoongi interjecting and asking about Marcus' whereabouts. Turns out, Marcus is tied up with some business at the moment but promises to join them shortly. The group settles back into their banter, enjoying each other's company.

~Two Hours Later~

Benjamin Valentino stood in the backyard observing the boys as they got ready. His expression could only be described as sheer delight. It was clear that he was impressed by the boys' demeanor and how they held themselves with confidence in his presence.

As he watched the boys closely, a realization dawned upon him. He understood why Heaven had taken in these hybrids. There was an air of something primal and untamed about them, a wildness that seemed to exude from their very beings.

It sent a chill down his spine, a feeling that bordered on both fear and fascination.

Anticipation thrummed through him as he imagined the upcoming training session. He could already envision these boys transforming into formidable forces to be reckoned with.

They had the potential to become unstoppable, lethal warriors who commanded respect wherever they went. People would cower in their presence, not just because they were backed by Heaven, but because of the innate ability they possessed to instill fear in others.

Hybrids, often relegated to the role of mere servants or toys for humans, were looked down upon and considered inferior. But in that moment, as he observed the boys in the backyard, he saw beyond that prejudice.

These hybrids were not just creatures to be used and discarded at whim. They were powerful beings with a strength and presence that demanded attention.

Benjamin's arrival had set a chain of events in motion, leading to a potential transformation in these boys. They were on the cusp of becoming something greater, something primal and formidable. And as the man looked on, a sense of both excitement and trepidation settled within him.

What would these boys become after their training? How would they navigate a world that often looked down upon their kind?

Only time would tell, but one thing was certain – the boys were no longer just hybrids. They were on the path to becoming something extraordinary, something that would redefine how they were perceived in a world that had long underestimated their strength and potential.

When the boys finally gave him their undivided attention, Benjamin wasted no time getting down to business.

"Alright, listen up," he began, his voice carrying a gruff and rough edge that demanded respect.

"I don't need to run through the basics with you. You'll learn as you fight. In this life, especially the one you're living, with the kind of people you're interacting with, you've got to be confident, headstrong, and calculative. Fighting doesn't always involve fists and kicks; you can fight with your mind too.

So, as you train, I'll teach you how to mentally battle someone, how to manipulate them with just simple words. That's the life of being a part of the Valentino family. Understood?" The boys shouted a ‘yes Sir’ in agreement, absorbing every word with intensity.

Benjamin's eyes, though neutral in expression, maintained a sharpness that hinted at his cautious and calculating nature. As the head of the Italian Mafia, he knew trust was a luxury he couldn't afford.

His eyes remained on high alert, constantly scanning their surroundings for any potential threats. In his world, one wrong move could lead to dire consequences, and he made sure to always stay one step ahead.

Despite the intimidation that naturally emanated from him, there was an unspoken understanding among the boys that his guidance was crucial for their survival in the dangerous world they inhabited. The Valentino family was not one to be underestimated, and under Benjamin's leadership, they had thrived against all odds.

Benjamin Valentino, the formidable leader of one of the most notorious gangs in the 21st century, commanded a presence that demanded respect and instilled fear. Despite his hardened exterior and ruthless reputation, there was one thing that softened his heart - his unwavering love and protection for his nephews and nieces, particularly his niece, Heaven.

Benjamin's devotion to Heaven was unwavering, and he would move mountains for her without a second thought. This fierce loyalty was the reason he had flown all the way from Italy to train her hybrids, a testament to the lengths he would go to ensure her safety and success.

As Benjamin stood before the group, his intense gaze fell upon them as they stood in formation, ready to absorb his teachings. The boys faced off against Benjamin's men, each awaiting his wisdom on combat tactics and strategies.

"The first rule of combat goes beyond the basics you may have learned from the boys and Heaven," Benjamin's voice boomed with authority, capturing the attention of all who stood before him.

"While the three Bs - as I presume you have been taught - are crucial, remember that true mastery of combat extends beyond physical prowess. Understanding your opponent on a deeper level, predicting their moves before they make them, can be the key to victory. Observation, intuition, and psychology are your greatest allies in combat"

His words hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the gravity of his reputation and experience in the underworld. Benjamin's insight transcended mere fighting techniques; it delved into the realm of strategic thinking and psychological warfare. As he shared his wisdom with the young fighters, a sense of reverence and awe filled the training ground.

Benjamin's eyes gleamed with determination as he continued to impart his knowledge to the attentive group of boys. His voice carried authority and wisdom as he emphasized the importance of analyzing opponents before engaging in combat. He believed that this meticulous scrutiny could make one virtually unbeatable in any fight.

As he delved into the finer details of observation, Benjamin urged the boys to pay attention to every subtle movement and gesture their opponents made.

From the way they stood to the rhythm of their breathing, every detail held a clue to their strategy and weaknesses. It was a lesson in reading body language and decoding the unspoken cues that could give them the upper hand in a confrontation.

The boys listened intently, absorbing the information like sponges. They were eager to put Benjamin's teachings into practice, eager to test their newfound skills. The concept of psychology in combat was a new and intriguing one for them, and they were quick to grasp its potential impact on their fighting techniques.

To Benjamin's surprise, the boys showed remarkable progress in a short amount of time. They applied his lessons with a keen eye and a sharp focus, demonstrating an understanding beyond their years. Benjamin couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in their quick development, knowing that not everyone could grasp the intricacies of opponent analysis so swiftly.

As he watched the boys practice what they had learned, Benjamin reflected on his own journey to mastering the technique.

He remembered the hours of practice, the frustration of trial and error, and the satisfaction of finally achieving a level of skill that set him apart from others. It had taken him days of relentless effort to reach that point, and he was impressed by how effortlessly the boys seemed to pick it up.

As the training session continued, Benjamin offered guidance and feedback to help the boys refine their techniques further. He pointed out subtle nuances they might have missed, encouraged them to trust their instincts, and reminded them to always stay one step ahead of their opponents. It was a lesson in strategy, adaptability, and mental fortitude, all crucial elements in the art of combat.

As he observed the intense determination in their eyes, it became clear that there was more at play than just honing their combat skills. The way they pushed themselves beyond their limits, fueled by a fiery passion, hinted at a deeper motivation behind their relentless pursuit of improvement.

It wasn't merely a matter of learning how to fight for the sake of it; there was a fervor driving them, a burning desire that seemed to come from a place of profound significance. And as he considered the source of this unwavering dedication, one name resonated in his mind with undeniable clarity,

Heaven Valentino.

And as he locked eyes with them, he saw in each of them a reflection of his own feelings - a profound respect, admiration, and above all, a deep-seated loyalty to the woman who had ignited the spark within them all. In that moment, he knew without a doubt that their training would never be in vain.

Heaven's POV 

The project had been a massive success, and I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as the investors congratulated me. However, it was pretty clear that their happiness stemmed from the promising financial returns that the project would bring.

On the other hand, my satisfaction lay in the impact my clothing line/hybrid awareness project would have on society.

Honestly, the stark difference in our reasons for celebrating didn't bother me in the least. As long as the cash kept flowing and my project continued to thrive, I was more than willing to navigate the murky waters of dealing with a bunch of old, miserly men.

This milestone definitely warranted a celebration, and I was itching to get back home to kick back and revel in this achievement.

With a sense of urgency, I dialed Jay's number and instructed him to have my car ready and waiting as I wrapped up things in the office.

It only felt right to let the team head home early that day and unwind after putting in tireless efforts that led to securing this deal. They had truly gone above and beyond to make this success possible, and I was immensely grateful for their hard work.

Stepping out of the company building, I breathed in the cool evening air before climbing into my waiting car. As we drove towards the city lights, I, with a sense of contentment, made a reservation at a swanky restaurant for a party of eleven.

The thought of bringing together my boys and brothers to raise a toast to this achievement filled me with joy.

Anticipation bubbled inside me as I pictured the night ahead – laughter, shared memories, and perhaps a little indulgence in fine dining and celebratory drinks. It was moments like these that made all the challenges and late nights worth it.

Tonight was not just about the success of the project, it was about acknowledging the collective effort, unwavering love and support from the peoplethat matter, and the unbreakable bond we had or are still building that had brought us to this point.

As I sat back in the comfortable leather seat of my car, watching the cityscape whiz by, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for where my journey had taken me. Despite the ups and downs, the setbacks and triumphs, this moment was proof that perseverance, passion, and a dedicated team could turn dreams into reality. 

I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, calling out for the boys as I usually did. But this time, there was no response. The silence that greeted me made my heart rate quicken with worry.

As I walked further into the house, I noticed that the familiar sounds of their laughter and banter were missing. The living room, usually littered with game controllers and snack wrappers, was surprisingly neat and empty. Panic started to creep in as I realized something was definitely wrong.

My mind raced with all sorts of scenarios. Were they kidnapped? Did they run away? I shook my head, trying to push away the worst-case possibilities. I had to stay calm and think logically before jumping to conclusions.

Moving into the kitchen, I half-expected to see Jin with his sleeves rolled up, whipping up one of his famous dishes while scolding Jungkook for being too eager to taste-test. But the kitchen was eerily quiet, with no trace of either of them.

I retraced my steps, checking the common rooms next but no sounds leaked out from the spaces. 

As I stood there, a million thoughts raced through my mind. Should I call the police? Should I start searching the neighborhood? Or maybe they were just out for a walk and would be back any minute now. I tried to hold on to that hope, clinging to the belief that they were safe and would return home soon.

As I rushed down the hallway towards the elevator, I spotted Mrs. Song, the cornerstone of our family's household. She had been there for me and my brothers since we were little, taking care of us when our parents were swamped with work. Her warm smile always brought a sense of comfort, and today was no exception. 

"Hey, Heaven, welcome back!" she greeted me affectionately as I slowed down to exchange pleasantries. It warmed my heart to see her, and I couldn't help but return the smile. 

"Thanks, Nana," I responded, using the familiar nickname I had bestowed upon her in my childhood days. 

Noticing the slight worry in my expression, Mrs. Song's kind eyes narrowed in concern. "You look a bit troubled, dear. What's on your mind?" she inquired gently, her maternal instincts kicking in. 

It was then that I suddenly remembered my initial mission to locate the boys. "Nana, have you seen the boys around? I didn't get my usual welcome scenting when I got here, and the house seems oddly quiet. Are they alright?" I asked, a twinge of anxiety creeping into my voice as I hoped for a reassuring answer. 

Her smile widened before erupting into a contagious bout of laughter, taking me by surprise.

"Oh, sweetheart, they've been in the backyard all day. They've been engrossed in their training since this morning. The only time they popped in was for lunch, and it's nearly evening now. Don't worry, they're safe and sound. You should go before you turn into a puddle of worry," she reassured me between chuckles. 

Relief washed over me as I realized that they were perfectly fine, albeit engrossed in their training regime. I chuckled along with Mrs. Song, feeling a bit embarrassed at my unnecessary concern. 

"Thanks, Nana. I'll go check on them now. Guess I got a bit overeager there," I admitted sheepishly, thankful for her calming presence at that moment. 

She bids me goodbye and I make my way to the backyard. 

The sliding door creaks behind me as I observe from the doorway, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene before me. It feels surreal to see them all here, working hard and determined to improve themselves.

The boys, now shirtless or wearing snug muscle vests, display a newfound strength and confidence that was absent when I first rescued them from that dark, desolate place. I can't help but admire the definition of their bodies, the way their muscles flex with each movement, and the dedication they are putting into their training.

As I watch them spar and practice their techniques, a flush of warmth spreads through me, and I have to remind myself to keep my thoughts in check. It's not just the physical transformation that catches my attention, but the resilience and spirit they exhibit in every move.

I take a deep breath, trying to dispel the distracting thoughts swirling in my mind. I can't deny the attraction I feel, but it's important to maintain a platonic boundary and not let my personal desires cloud my judgment.

With a self-deprecating chuckle, I acknowledge that maybe I do need to put myself out there more, explore new opportunities, and meet someone who can offer me the companionship I crave. It's easy to get caught up in caring for others and forget about my own needs and desires.

But for now, I'll continue to support the boys in their journey to self-improvement and growth. They have come so far, and I have a feeling that their future holds even greater potential.

As I make my way toward the group, I notice Hobi is the first to spot me. He abruptly stops what he's doing and rushes over to give me a big hug, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

"Heaven, hey! I missed you so much," he says with excitement, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

I can't help but be hyper-aware of how his body feels pressed against mine, warm and firm. The scent of his deodorant mixed with a hint of sweat creates an intoxicatingly musky aroma that pulls me in.

Trying to shake off my wandering thoughts, I mentally scold myself, "Hey sweetie, I missed you too," I reply cheerfully as he leans back slightly, beaming at me.

The other guys notice our reunion and quickly join in, surrounding us. Suddenly, I find myself in the midst of a group of incredibly attractive, partially clothed, muscular men.

My heart races at the sight, but I quickly snap myself out of any inappropriate fantasies. I remind myself that I'm just happy to be with my boys today, enjoying their company without letting my mind wander too far.

Though the temptation to get lost in the moment with these gorgeous men is strong, I focus on appreciating the bond we share as friends and what feels like family. The camaraderie, the laughter, and the support we have for each other is what truly matters to me. These moments of friendship and connection are priceless, and I'm grateful for each one.

Despite the overwhelming attractiveness I feel for them, I choose to cherish the platonic love and camaraderie we have cultivated over time. I glance around at each familiar face, feeling a surge of affection and warmth in my heart. These guys may be stunningly good-looking, but it's their personalities, their quirks, and the memories we've shared that make them truly special to me. 

The boys pull away when my uncle approaches me, his piercing gaze softening as he gets closer me. 

"Ah, my favorite niece, you're back. How was work?" His voice is warm, a stark contrast to the fearsome reputation he commands in the mafia world. I feel a rush of affection as he enfolds me in a tight embrace, his strong arms enveloping me in a sense of security.

"Work was okay, Uncle," I reply, returning his hug. I know that beneath his tough facade lies a man who adores his family and would do anything to protect them. "I hope the boys were good and have learned something from you."

His eyes gleam with pride as he speaks of them. "They are fine men, my dear. They understand the importance of respect and fear in our world. I have no doubt they will become gentlemen who will command respect and strike fear into the hearts of those who dare to oppose them."

I can't help but smile at his words, knowing that he sees the potential they carry. I look at them and spot the slight blushes gracing their cheeks, the obvious bashfulness from being complimented.

How cute. 

Despite my uncle's involvement in the criminal underworld, my uncle is a man of honor and principles, instilling values in those who look up to him.

I am reminded of the dichotomy that exists within my uncle - a hardened mob boss in the eyes of the world, but a loving and devoted family man in the privacy of his home. It is a testament to his complexity as a person, able to navigate the dangerous waters of organized crime while maintaining a sense of loyalty and compassion towards his loved ones.

And for the boys, I always knew they had potential, they just needed a little push in the right direction. And that's where I come in, guiding them and helping them reach their full potential.

"Thanks, uncle, for taking the time to train them. I know you're always so busy with work," I express my gratitude once again.

He shrugs off my thanks with a smile, "It's no trouble at all. You're like a daughter to me, I'll always make time for you."

I feel a warm sense of gratitude for having such caring and loving people in my life. Family truly is everything.

"Alright, as much as I hate to interrupt your training session, we've got somewhere to be. And I need to steal these boys and my idiot brothers too," I joke with a playful grin.

We all share a laugh as Dante protests, insisting that he's not an idiot but the smartest Valentino sibling.

My uncle gives us the go-ahead to leave, and he gathers his men to head out as well. I round up the boys, instructing them to get ready and dressed before we all head to my room to do the same.

It's moments like these, surrounded by family and friends, that make me truly appreciate the bonds we share. Working together, laughing together, and supporting each other through it all. And as we all prepare for whatever lies ahead, I can't help but feel grateful for the love and strength that surrounds me.

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Hey there, you wonderful souls! 🌟

I hope each and every one of you is doing splendidly, no matter whether it's day or night in your part of the world.

I know, I've been a bit MIA lately, but please forgive me! I've been caught up in a whirlwind of activities, not to mention diving into the world of other book projects. Sometimes, I wish there were more hours in a day!

But fear not, I haven't forgotten about our beloved characters. In fact, I felt they needed a little breather, so I decided to sprinkle in a fluffy chapter to give them some much-needed TLC. They've been through the ringer, poor dears. *cue dramatic tears and emotional music* 😅

I do hope you find this chapter as comforting and heartwarming as I intended it to be. It's all about spreading a bit of love and joy, right?

And please, don't be shy about sharing your thoughts on the story so far! Your feedback means the world to me—it's like fuel for my creative fire. Each comment, each vote, is a little spark that ignites my imagination and pushes me to weave an even more captivating tale.

Thank you, from the bottom of my quirk-filled heart, for taking the time to read and engage with the story. Your support is the wind beneath my writer's wings, carrying me to new heights of inspiration.

Sending all of you heaps of love and good vibes, whether you're starting your day with a steaming cup of coffee or winding down under a star-studded sky.

Stay awesome, stay quirky, and above all, stay you.

With all my writerly affection,

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Horropedia // Hubby Headcanons

Note// I really got this idea from the moment I watched the corpse bride movie/ih. There are two kinds of marriage hcs,,, like real marriage and 'marriage', you know lol

I was about to post this before- until my friend beat me up to it...;;; so it got delayed weeks later. Her headcanons are pretty good tho! <333

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// 'Official Marriage' HCs //

This kind of love story is... strange, in a good way at least.

Life with him is pretty much like a slow burn bonding from acquaintances, to companions, to friends, to lovers... And to spouses.

Horropedia views marriage as something far from dating or being engaged... it's a big step, being a boyfriend can be counted as a commitment if he contributes to the relationship as well, fiancé likewise but waiting for something even bigger to be executed.

But marriage... being a husband is supposed to be a sealed agreement and having commitment, intimacy, and passion between two people. He wonders if you both can ever will confirm if your love for each other is consummate. He is aware very few people achieved this. As others tend to get through struggles and even get through divorce.

Horropedia would cherish his time a lot to enjoy every bit of his moments with you, and he lets you take your time to move onto the next level with him.

I like to imagine that the engagement proposal just technically is during a pretty random timing-

Like something similar from a spy x family scene. While you and Horropedia were getting chased by the killer at a masquerade ballroom, he suddenly proposed to you in the lounge room you were hiding in. Using the ring of a stunt grenade before throwing it towards the killer that entered, along with the trap that was already set by him. Obliterating them in the process.;;😭

Idk, is just my scenario idea. Something more dramatic would most likely happen because of him. You know how he tends to bend the logic of physics with his gun many, MANY times before--

Of course, he has a real engagement ring! He just decided to keep it in his room, just in case something happens.  His proposal may be sudden, but it was probably the only moment where he feels sure that he wants to go through the thrills and obstacles. Even if it's with you.

I feel like Horropedia would confess after like, 4-6 years of dating. Bonus if you guys were ever high school sweethearts before...- that concept would be so cute.

I swear, Horropedia is a bit uneasy about Honeymoons- he feels overwhelmed by the idea even if it just means some kind of quality time together but more ✨️extra✨️. but you later convince him that you both can just go on horror myth explorations as your honeymoon so he quickly went very passionate about that lol;;;;

At this point your whole marriage life has buzzfeed unsolved vibes throughout your scrapbooks.

Your wedding ceremony is actually quicker than a normal one- you just both took pictures and have some cake before going straight out for the horror by rented van or something dnfnfnn---

It's funny to imagine that things haven’t changed since the time you both started dating- As if your relationship has been always been this young and pretty carefree... It just feels like you're still dating but now you are using the spouse titles, a wedding album of your honeymoon adventure, a ring on your finger, and marriage papers-

Okay, some things are added, but doesn’t mean things have changed lol.

I feel like Horropedia is the type to rarely wear his ring- I mean, he would sweat bullets if he ever loses it!!! Not that it's expensive, but because losing things have always being something he gets nervous about,,, especially stuff that match with you and they are objects that remind him of you. So he either wears it like a necklace or keeps it stored in a bag or a cabinet at times.

Being married is a thing, sometimes living together may be another. I imagine scenarios either it takes a few weeks for one of you to move in to the other’s place or you both already lived in the same house when you were dating hhh-

Horropedia is not normal with relationships, he is aware of that. So the steps of intimacy may be seen as something you wouldn't expect and probably far from what you would usually imagine in a married life.

He is an easy-paced guy while being surprisingly faithful as if your whole marriage is part of his lifetime hyperfixation in some ways. He is pretty lowkey about it too during work, like he is not bashful when talking about you if his coworkers ever ask about you. Yet, doesn't mean he'll just spoil everything about you. He lowkey likes to keep you for himself before any proper introductions with the certain people at work- So at times, he just gives them the grin or changest the topic with another horror anecdotes session before they ask more questions abour his married life. /ih

He doesn't seem to be the type to mind if his spouse is not a great cook. He either just finds it okay if you both cook some decent food or order takeout-

Having a vegan spouse can be also challenging to him at first, but he can handle eating veggies once in a while for the budget-

Not pretty? Look at him, he is not even a star idol from a magazine! He already fell in love with your dreamy eyes and your smile, enough to lure him in and get him wrapped around your finger. A "beautiful monstrosity." As he would probably describe you./j <333

Not smart? I mean, he is a nerd. He pays attention to geometry, then he likes doing the math himself. He probably would tend to tease you for not knowing how to do the counting while calculating the taxes and bills... /ih

No matter what or where, there will be always someone who at some point would ask you two when will you have little ones running around the household-

If you’re perfect? You're perfect. He cherishes every second of your company,,, and that's enough for him.

...

"Oh...?" (^-^;

To be fair, Horropedia doesn't seem to like the idea at first. I mean, to fix the words- He's just, still considering... is not like there is much rush to do that. He tends to have his doubts too. Especially if that means there is the opportunity his future kids encounter those creepy twins that were used to be his next door neighbors....- that's the last thing he wants that to happen.

"I. Isn't that too soon??? I-I'm sure there is more we can do together other than worrying about our future kid's tuition...--"

I'm sure that time may come when Horropedia feels that he is that ready to have a family with you...- Is just, not in this stage of life I suppose;;;😅🥺

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// On an established relationship, yet calling wife/husband as a silly nickname //

While there are no firm rules, I  consider established relationship in my dictionary as a "dating after at least 6 months" kind of stage. So it would be interesting to imagine how Horropedia would feel if the titles of spouses are used intentionally as a joke once the bond notably seems to be pretty close and intimate enough to be casual about it.

Staying indoors is one of the ideal ways to go on a date for you two,,, horror movies while wearing cozy pjs, going through the recaps while sharing his armchair are one of the best parts of you spending time together.

At first, he felt weird when he hears you calling him your "husband" even if it was in a playful intent. It felt foreign, but it didn't feel wrong in his opinion either.

It took a while to get used to it as he also took time to hear it often. Becoming more aware of being called by cheesy, and sometimes affectionate nicknames since you started dating.

"Nerdipedia", "Dorkopedia", "Bob", "Silly Pants", "Babyboy";;;

Gosh, don't even mention about "Joshie"! He starts to blush hundreds of shades of red. Lucky there are times you both weren't in a huge crowd. Otherwise he'll die in the spot...;;;/j

But after that, he probably can't stop staring at you like the dork he is, whenever you address him as something more through your phone calls with a friend--;;;

"So,,, yes, Sonetto- I'm with my husband right now."

"..." (...what-)

"Yes, he is right next to me, holding My hand as we're watching the FNAF movie-"

"....?" (Huh- but I'm right next to y- I'm the one holding your hand, hello???)

"Mmm... Yes, any problem with that? Well, Matilda. Respect my love of my life when he's supposedly your co-worker- okay? Things will run smooth that way if you and Horropedia wouldn't act this stubborn;;;"."

"....!!!!" (I'M???? THEY'RE  REFERRING TO ME OMG...)

"Alright, see you later- gotta resume the movie-"

"..." (I love this human-)

He really tried to pretend he was still watching the movie but failed because his eyes were trembling, fingers fidgeting, and you could notice his cheeks radiating with a blush as his lips are trembling. Fighting back this huge grin;;; lol...-

Over time, he would slowly get used to it to the point he'll call you wifey/hubby in return, you both being sillies and all;;;

Horropedia probably didn't catch the domestic vibes crossing on his mind earlier, he didn't even pay a single mind about what the others say whenever they see you two bickering like a married couple too!

Of course, the moment he was put in a position, that's when his mind was completely blown.

Where peace was residing for a bit, you guys were just chilling on the living room during a day off. Him reading a horror novel wearing his funny slippers and all on the couch while you're napping, using his lap as a pillow.

The second he took a glance of your sleeping face, he slowly notices how strangely cozy this seems- a very domestic one....

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.

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'...Oh sh*t.'

That's it, I dare you to try and change my mind- but it will never be the same without Horropedia proposing you as a joke with a ringpop...

I guess like a boyfriend/girlfriend proposal. All with the planning and silly braining, for the memes!!!/lh

If Discord exists for him, he might even suggest if you two can get married on Discord using the wedding bot;;; 💀 Oh god.

Overall, a silly Horropedia liking the fact being called "hubby" is good in my heart. Hehe <33

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“paint the town red” listen to paint the town blue by jinx

(that’s where i got my inspiration from anyways)

DISCLAIMER: I don’t know if I should rate this, because generally nothing happened between them. LOL SO I GUESS PG. it’s kinda lame, i wanted it to be smut but i have no mood rn so here u go.

“what time is it?” you said after yawning. a mail man repeatedly rang your doorbell saying that there was a very urgent letter that he needed to deliver to you. it was strange, you never knew mailmen were so…urgent about their line of work. and don’t people just text nowadays?

after receiving the letter, you marveled at how beautiful and intricate it was. the invitation was in a sleek black envelope, the kind as if its delivered to royalty. the edges were marked with the faintest hint of red, making you feel as if the mailman delivered it to the wrong person. there was nobody that you knew had the capacity of doing something like this except one person. sylus. the rich, billionaire lone child that was known to pull such stunts like these.

the letter stated that sylus invited you to an art event. the words written by sylus were carried in a smooth and commanding tone that made it impossible for you to refuse. and you kind of thought the latter was cute too.

of course, he knew that you could never say no to him. the venue was an exclusive gallery perched at the edge of the city, where its windows glowed crimson against the night sky. inside, the space was bathed in deep red light, casting long shadows over the provocative artwork lining the walls. the pieces were daring, almost scandalous in their intensity. you wondered why he invited you to join him to look at such suggestive compositions of art.

he led you through the crowd, exchanging nods with the other well-dressed and high ranking officials of the city. “what do you think?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing, gesturing to a nearby sculpture that twisted into something both sensual and chaotic.

“it’s bold,” you replied, unable to ignore the suggestiveness of the piece. “daring, even.”

his lips quirked up into a smirk. “like you.”

your breath hitched. you involuntarily held your breath. he had been like this all night, throwing compliments with the same sly tone, as if testing the waters. you felt a warmth rise in your cheeks, and sylus caught it immediately, nothing goes unnoticed pass his red eyes.

as the night went on, the gallery seemed to grow smaller, with the gallery goers leaving one by one. sylus leaned in closer, his voice lowering to something just above a whisper. “i’ve always admired art like this…. unapologetic, fearless. reminds me of someone.”

you could feel he was referring to you.

you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to suppress the fluttering feeling in your chest. having a crush on sylus is so…typical. almost every female he meets goes head over heels for him. its, too basic. but you also know that his confidence and how he controls the room could make anyone fall in love with him.

“come with me,” he murmured, his hand brushing lightly against your arm as he guided you towards a hidden door at the back of the gallery. he led you into a private room, where the lighting shifted even darker, the red hues more intense. there was a secret stash of artwork there, much more bold and more intimate. each piece there seemed to tell a story of desire, seduction and passion.

“this,” he gestured to the art around you, “was just a backdrop. i just wanted us to have a space for us tonight.”

you swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, but it was so impossible not to be affected by his presence, by the way his voice and lips curled up, making it harder for you to think straight.

“i brought you here for a reason,” he continued, his voice softer now but no less commanding. “the art…..it’s a reflection of something more. i’ve seen the way you look at me.”

your heart raced, your mind struggled to find the right words. you didn’t need to answer — he already knew. sylus closed the distance between you in a heartbeat, his hand finding the small of your back, pulling you closer. his lips hovered near you ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“don’t act like you don’t feel it too.”

the air between you and sylus thickened, charged with the weight of unspoken desires. his breath grazed your neck as he spoke, his lips dangerously closer to brushing against yours. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your mind a blur of excitement.

your pulse raced as you felt the warmth of his body so near, his fingers pressing gently at the small of your back. you tried to form a response, anything that could help you regain control but the words refused to come.

“i’ve been patient…waiting,” sylus murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. “watching, waiting… now, i don’t want to wait any longer, kitten.”

before you could react, he tilted your chin up with his finger, locking your eyes with his. his crimson gaze was filled with a smoldering intensity, a hunger that mirrored your own. his lips hovered just above yours, teasingly close but not quite touching.

your mind could only think about kissing him, mushing your lips together, to finally feel his strawberry candy smelling lips against yours.

“what’s holding you back?” he whispered, his voice making you unsure about what to reply.

you swallowed hard. did you want to be one of those girls that he likes only for a day or two? do you have the basic decency for yourself?

“i’m not like the others,” you finally said, your voice shaking slightly. “i’m not here to manipulate you for fame or fortune.”

sylus’s eyes darkened as if he knew that about you. “i know,” he said, his lips curving into a slow, dangerous smile. “that’s what makes this so different. that’s what makes you different.”

and then, without warning, he closed the distance between you. his lips crashed against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. the world seemed to blur around you, everything around you and all the noise faded away. his hands tightened around your waist, pushing you flush against him as his lips moved with undeniable passion against yours.

you melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you surrendered into the kiss. it was intoxication, the feel of his lips on yours, the way his touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through your veins. every kiss, every touch, it made it harder to think, harder to remember why you ever hesitated in the first place.

sylus deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing your as his hands explored your back, pulling you closer. you felt the heat of his body though the thin fabric of your dress.

he pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath. his eyes never left yours, burning with the same intensity that you felt thrumming through your own body.

“this isn’t a feeling that i felt for tonight,” sylus said, his voice soft and quiet. “you know that right, don’t you?”

your nodded, unable to fathom what was going on, your mind still spinning from the kiss. it wasn’t just for tonight, it was something that had been silently building between the two of you for a long time, a connection that the both of you never wanted to address.

he brushed a thumb over your lips, his eyes flickering with something softer. and before you could respond, his lips found yours again, this time softer, more tender.

for another time, he released your lips from his. “painting the town red,” sylus said. it was the theme of the exhibition for today, wasn’t it? he requested for you to wear your tight red dress he sent through mail along with the red louboutins that he purchased for you.

“is it because your favourite colour is red?” you innocently replied him which made him laugh softly. “no, dear. it’s not that and its also not about the city or the art that was shown. it’s about what we create when we’re together.”

he moved closer again, his lips grazing the shell of your ear this time, sending a shiver down your spine. “when we’re together, we become something more. something bold, unapologetic, like those daring strokes of red on a canvas. passionate, reckless and uncontainable. it all reminds me of you.” his words were like a brushstroke - deliberate, calculated, painting vivid images in your mind.

then it hit you. sylus wasn’t just inviting you to be a part of the night; he was inviting you to be a part of his world. a world where boundaries dissolved, where everything was heightened and painted in the deepest hues of desire.

he took your hand, leading you toward the large windows overlooking the city, “see that?” he whispered, his fingers lacing through yours as you looked out at the skyline. “that’s ours to colour. ours to conquer.”

sylus was very philosophical towards you. all the time, if you think about it. every word that he says when he speaks to you has a hidden message behind the true meaning of it. he is a very mysterious person, after all.

“you and me,” he continued, his voice like liquid fire, “we’ll make the city ours tonight. paint it with our colour, red for the both of us. every step, every touch, every kiss we have will leave a trail of red.” sylus wasn’t speaking about indulging in a wild night (which you originally thought so) — he was talking about living life in bold strokes, making every moment a masterpiece of passion and….seduction.

he turned to you, his gaze fierce yet tender, his hand tightening around yours. “so, what do you say? let’s create something unforgettable. let’s leave our mark on this town.”

all of this — it was so sudden. it was so unexpected. all you thought was going to happen that night was you admiring art that you couldn’t even begin to understand. but here you were, in a hidden corner of the gallery, together with sylus, both of you wrapped in a world far removed from the rest of the city.

your tried to process how quickly the night had shifted. the evening had begun with polite conversation and the elegance of a typical art exhibit with posh individuals somberly laughing with one another.

“i didn’t expect this,” you whispered, almost to yourself. “i thought i’d just be here… admiring art. not-“

“not what?” sylus cuts in softly, his eyes never leaving yours, a small smirk playing on his lips. “i think you’ve been waiting for this. for me to take our relationship to the next step. you’ve felt it, just like i have. its blatantly obvious, kitten. your blushing cheeks whenever i speak to you, it’s all so…cute.”

“we’re not just admiring art tonight. well, i’m not. you think i invited you here for the art?” sylus’s voicee held a hint of amusement as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “you’re the masterpiece i’ve been looking at all night.”

“sylus, i…” you started, but words failed you as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing just above yours, teasingly close. you could swear his hands were right about to swoop you up.

“you’re beautiful when you’re flustered,” he whispered, his voice deep and low, just like how you love it. “and i’ve been waiting for the right moment to ask you..how you feel about me.”

your heart pounded in your chest, was the kiss not enough to convey your feelings towards him? the best between you, the way your lips had lingered on his - wasn’t this all the answer he needed?

you opened your mouth to speak but the words got tangled in your throat that suddenly became dry. how could you put everything you felt into words? the affection that has been building for weeks, the electric pull that only seemed to grow stronger with each every passing moment.

his hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing gently along your jawline, coaxing you to answer the three magic words, i love you. “i can feel it,” he murmured, his voice still so soft, so maddeningly calm. “but i still need to hear it.”

you exhaled shakily, the intensity of his gaze making it impossible to look away. “sylus…” you began, your voice barely a whisper. “i’ve fallen for you…it’s impossible not to…”

he smirked, that confident, knowing look flashing in his eyes. “i knew it,” he said, “but hearing it from you…” he leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over your ear sending a wave of heat coursing through your body. “it makes it even sweeter.”

you felt your knees weaken as he pulled you even closer, his lips brushing against the side of your neck. there was no more hiding, no more pretending between the both of you.

“i’ve wanted this from the moment i laid eyes on you,” he said, his voice full of desire. “and now that i have you…i’m not letting go.”

[filmbyjy]

i loveeed ur poly imagine!! Could u make more? Maybe like what dating each ship is like?

a/n: oooo yes of course!! and so sorry for taking so long with this request😔 been extremely busy.

taglist[perm]: @ja4hyvn @ahnneyong @milklix @kar0ki @sugarsunoo

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enhypen poly: what is it like to date each ship (popular ones)

| HEEJAKE / RAMYEONZ

man this ain’t fair >:(

sim jaeyun share some of heeseung with me :(

bye bc jake acts so baby girl around heeseung it’s actually so funny and cute at the same time

I mean honestly, same. jake, you have a valid reason to be acting like that

but anyways, what is it like to date heejake?

well for one thing, you definitely would be third wheeling them most of the times

“hyunggggg, come quick!! the round is starting!”

queue heeseung bolting back into the room as you were sitting on the bed.

don’t be sad though. they do hang out more than you hang out with them but they know when to step in and make you feel loved.

I also won’t deny. you’ve got two most flirtiest people to date

so pretty much expect to get attacked 24/7

because seriously they will out of nowhere give you that sexy ass look before leaning down to kiss you

which btw kissing your lips is their favourite past time.

100% makeout session like most of the time.

jake does it the most though. heeseung will just be playing his game.

“babe, i’m gonna order something.” heeseung says as he turns around to you and jake literally making out on the bed.

“let’s get some pizza.” jake says after he pulls away from lips. he goes back to kissing you after heeseung hums.

they are also clingy so enjoy that

| JAKEHOON aka SOULMATES

with heejake, your relationship is more chaotic but with jakehoon, it’s more chill.

when it comes to the both of them, I believe jake is more chill whilst hoon is the chaotic high energy one

literally manhandles you on the bed to get a kiss from you

“STRONG MAN.” sunghoon shouts.

jake is still cuddly but he plays it more safe.

for one thing, they will constantly ask you to choose between layla or gaeul

“babe babe, layla or gaeul?” jake says.

you can’t choose either one of them😔 they are both too adorable

“asking me to choose between layla or gaeul is literally like asking me who is the better boyfriend.” you deadpan.

“so, layla or gaeul?” sunghoon says.

you never answer that question and choose to avoid it at all cost.

ah speaking of layla and gaeul, you officially have two fur babies!

which means you are dubbed as layla and gaeul’s mother

and yes, you get to cuddle layla and gaeul. if the boys are out doing their own thing, you have layla and gaeul to yourselves

now put aside the puppers, I believe jakehoon are pretty affectionate.

sure, sunghoon is all tsundere and shit but really he just gets a little flustered to be soft.

so like just give him a big hug and cuddle

| JAYWON / MEOWZ

bro, I wanna date jaywon

THEY SEEM SO BOYFRIEND AND PERFECT CANDIDATES OF LIKE POLY RELATIONSHIP

THEY’D TREAT YOU SO DAMN RIGHT I SWEAR

jay makes dinner while you and jungwon just sit and cuddle

like hello?? that’s the most perfect scene

and if you are the same age as jay (like me😏) then both you and jay will baby jungwon

“wonie.” you pout.

“noona.” he smiles.

STOP THATS SO CUTE. I WANNA CUDDLE JUNGWON👺

UNFAIR

affection with them is the best

jay loves cuddling you

in fact, the both of them curl up to you like actual cats☹️🥺

this is them with you

I want this yoi

and yes that means you have joined the yoi cult

every single sentence you have includes yoi bc of jungwon

“jagiya, do you want to eat?” jungwon asks.

“yoi.” you answer.

“yoi.” jungwon says.

thats true love right there🫶🏻

| SUNKI aka please come back I miss you two together💔

god sunki was something else :(

i’m going to like say this was puberty and ni-ki still loves sunoo very much

I know the boy still adores him

anyways, how is it like dating sunki?

well for one thing, it feels like you are babysitting ni-ki

you wanna try to have a normal date but nah ni-ki doesn’t allow it

sunoo already planned like a picnic date

but suddenly it’s a football date??

but like the both of you aren’t complaining much, ni-ki is still baby. you want him to live out his childhood as much as possible

ni-ki is extremely cuddly whilst sunoo is okay with affection

“noona, i want a hug!” ni-ki appears out of nowhere with his arms wide out.

you give in bc ni-ki deserves it

the only time he doesn’t deserve it is when he plays pranks on both you and sunoo. neither of you can take it

“should we give ni-ki the silent treatment?” sunoo asks.

“how about no cuddles till next week?”

“noooo noona :(( please i need cuddles.” ni-ki pouts.

STOP I WANNA SQUISH HIM :(

I wont lie, yours and sunoo’s patience has definitely improved a lot since ni-ki was in the picture

like dude you may just become jay’s level of unbothered

[dr3comebackera]

Daniel Ricciardo on his Zandvoort crash, surgery on his broken hand, recovery process, and return in Austin

Tom Clarkson: "Now you mentioned the elephant in the room, Zandvoort. FP2, Turn 3, what happened?"

Daniel Ricciardo: "I *awkward laugh*, I mean I obviously can remember it very clearly, since I didn't hit my head. Erm, but, so you come through, turn, I guess it's Turn 2, and it's over kind of a crest, but then you stay quite tight, because, then the line for 3, you ride the top of the banking. So you know, you're not taking a conventional racing line, so you're not like looking at the apex, you're looking at the top of the corner, pretty much. Like, as a driver, we're always looking ahead and normally like at the apex, but the way you exit 2, you then kind of look straight ahead and pick your braking point."

DR: "So at that point, I'd exited 2, I hadn't seen any yellows, nothing like that. And then by the time I've looked and braked, I then looked where I need to turn, and I see Oscar. This all happened so quickly, but I remember, I can, obviously I'm picturing it in my head now. So I remember, okay, the line we take is high and by this point I'd braked, so I'd already committed, so I knew the speed I was going. My only choice was to take the high line, but I could see his car was at the top of the track. So there wasn't enough room for me to pass through the high line. I'm going too fast to take a low line, so it was either, probably look like a real idiot and crash into him, or try and just slow the car as much as I can, and likely just crash into the barriers, which is what happened."

DR: "But yeah, because it was all, I guess I'm still trying to figure out what I'm going to do, by the time then I'd committed to just going straight, I hadn't then realized, 'okay, take your hands off the wheel.' And a lot of us still don't do it, because crashing is not natural. And it happens so quickly, because you don't plan to crash, so a lot of the time you don't kind of have, yeah, the time to be like, 'okay, I'm crashing, what do I need to do? Brace myself, okay, take my hands off the wheel.' Sometimes you just don't have the luxury of time."

DR: "So, that was it, I hit the wall. I've only watched one replay, but I just don't, I don't want to. Basically, when I've gone in, I'm pretty sure like the right front, it's just the angle, right, the right front would've grabbed the Tecpro [barrier] first, and then that's, like, pulled it in, so it's, it's like I've turned really hard right, the way obviously it's grabbed the wheel. So because the wheels then turned so quickly, I've basically lost grip, so it spun out of my hands, and the bottom of the [steering] wheel, which is pure, hard carbon, has then come up and basically karate chopped my hand."

DR: "So then, you've got the shock of the crash and then adrenaline, so I've come on the radio, and I'd, I think I'd been like, oh sorry, like I've crashed or something. And then, is he like 'oh, you alright?' or 'can you continue?' and I was like, 'no, the car is damaged.' And then, I could feel my hand, and I was like, 'ow, my hand, my hand.' And then I just, it started to, like the pain just went, obviously ramped up really, really quickly, and I feared that something was bad. So, as I'm, I wanted, I was like, 'I need to get my glove off, I need to get my glove off.' And as I'm pulling my glove off, I remember, I was thinking, *awkward huffy laugh*, I was like 'if there's a bone through the skin, I'm gonna pass out.' So that's all, I was just like 'please, please don't let me see anything gruesome.' I'm not good with this stuff, I'm sweating telling it, like I'm serious. I suck at this.

TC: "Have you broken a bone before?"

DR: "I broke my arm as a kid at school, throwing a tennis ball. Anyway, yeah, another very random accident, and I didn't need surgery, that was like a long, long healing process."

DR: "But yeah, so, alright, so I've pulled my glove off, and I, I could see it was already quite swollen, but no bone through the skin. I was like, 'okay.' But then the pain just got so bad, so as soon as I jumped into the medical car, I was *long pause* making a lot of noises, because I was in a lot of discomfort. So I knew that it was not good. I knew immediately, obviously, I wasn't going to race on the weekend. Like I didn't need a doctor to tell me. I feared it was a broken bone. I think the first thing that really kind of just made me sad, was I just had a very, very productive summer break. I felt really, really good physically, and I was just, yeah I was just ready to go. And this just felt like an unfortunate setback. But I was just more worried about surgery and all that, because I'm, again, I'm a bit of a wuss.

TC: "What happened next, I mean, you went down to Barcelona, to Dr. Xavier Mir, who is renowned in the MotoGP world, for mending those sort of breaks. I also think he was, didn't he help Lance Stroll earlier in the year as well?" "Yeah" "So who put you in touch with him, or did you know him already?"

DR: "So from the medical center, we went to the hospital there in Amsterdam. Got scans, and they're like, 'yeah, it's broken.' And by this point, it's the size, like, looked like an elephant stepped on my hand. The doctor there said, 'look, I would recommend surgery.' He's like, 'you can have it here, but you probably want to wait anyway a few days for the swelling to go down. Speak to whoever you need to speak to and obviously you can have your surgery wherever you want, I'm just going to give you my advice.' So then we reached out to Lance, we reached out to, well Jose, a friend of ours who works with Alpinestars, so he knows all the MotoGP guys, and he, he's Spanish as well, so he knows. So he, I think, put us into touch with Xavier Mir, and then, yeah, Lance was like 'go to him' as well. All signs were just pointing to, this guy's done this too many times, just go see him. Like, like don't even bother, just go there.

DR: "So it was, it was a blessing and a curse because, *laughs* he does a lot of MotoGP guys, who, are not human. They are not. It's fact, they are not. So, I think there's an expectation of me going in there, he's like 'oh, F1, MotoGP, same! Not human, don't feel pain.' 'No, doctor, I feel pain. I'm going to cry for the next 48 hours whilst I'm in this hospital.' So it was just funny, they, I think, you know, all the doctors and nurses and that who were helping me, and they were great, but I think they were, they were just quite, they would laugh a lot, because I would wince and pull away and ask questions every needle that went into my arm. Erm, so I think they just thought I would be tough like a MotoGP rider, but I am not."

TC: "I'm sure you were."

DR: "No, no, trust me, I'm not. The break itself was quite significant. It was a shatter, like it wasn't like, oh you just break it clean down the middle. I think it was in eight pieces or something. So it was also, for a bone that can be quite a simple one, it wasn't too pretty."

TC: "So it's your pinky that was being affected by it?" "Erm, well..." "On your left hand?"

DR: "It's like the outside of the hand. So that's the bone I broke, in between like the wrist and the pinky, like that knuckle. So like along the outside there. But even me just rubbing my finger over the top of my hand, hurt like crazy. Maybe I just feel pain more than others, I don't know. *laughs* But er, sorry, I just want to, just let's also say one thing. There was also the reality where, yes, I would moan and complain because I don't like the pain. But it was a broken hand, so there was also a part of me which was like, 'look, dude, yes you're in pain and it's going to be a bit of a process, but people have worse injuries, people have bigger accidents.' So don't get me wrong, I also tried to reality check myself through it all, and I think that's what made me quite, like remain quite positive."

TC: "You missed five races, you came back for Austin. Was there any talk of you getting back earlier, maybe for Qatar?"

DR: "So I knew, I was doing physio every day, and I was, I was doing what I could to come back as soon as possible. But I also wanted to make sure, and I think, you know, Red Bull/Alpha Tauri were really good with this, I wasn't fighting for a world championship, like it's not like, dude you need to just drive through immense pain and just get a point, you know because this is your titles on the line. Like it was, let's make sure you do this and heal properly, and get the right treatment, because also you've got, hopefully a second part of your career which is going to be long and glorious. So it was just, don't compromise anything that you then have a bum hand for the next two years of your career, three years, whatever. So it was good, I could just do it properly."

DR: "Qatar was talked about, I went on the sim the week of Qatar, on the Monday, but I couldn't, er, yet, drive with the full force of the steering, like so we would like bring the feedback down. Er, I just couldn't grip it and do more than like two laps at full strength. So it was very clear that Qatar was out of the question, and also for me to come back and like, yeah, I don't know, not drive at my best and then, no, that no one benefits. I don't benefit, the team doesn't. So er, it was that, at that point we're like, let's just go all in for Austin and make sure I'm good for that."

TC: "And Liam was doing a decent job as well"

DR: "Exactly, he was doing well and there was also, I think Red Bull were great to give me a contract whilst I was injured, to give me a contract for next year. So I, I had that-"

TC: "That was very significant, wasn't it?" "Yeah" "They actually signed you long-term when you were on the sidelines?"

DR: "Yeah, there's so much about being back in the Red Bull family this year that's felt good and right, and I think that was such a, yeah just such like a big thing for them to do that. I think obviously it showed they have a lot of faith in me. It also put to bed if anyone was like, 'oh you know, is there still any issues from their previous relationship years ago? Like is there any carryover tension or whatever?' Like, for them to do that, I think it was very much like, he's our kid and we're going to support him because we believe in him and- So that was really nice."

TC: "So you come back for Austin, and were there any ill effects there? Because I mean, that's a quick track, sector one in particular."

DR: "Er, no, like in, in short no. Erm, I think the race, I got into it quickly and, and, and I was actually honestly expecting more pain in Austin. I was expecting like every kind of bump or kerb I'd hit would be like 'ow, ow, ow.' But it was okay, and erm, I think it was just an endurance I needed to build so like, towards the end of the race, I could feel like my grip strength was maybe not as good as at the start of the race. But honestly, I was, I was fine. And I think that was another thing, I didn't want to get back into a race and then be like, 'yeah I could have done better, but you know, my hand was not up to full strength.' Or like, I was like, this can't be an excuse, and it wasn't, so it was all good."

TC: "And Daniel, you were never going to miss Austin, right?"

DR: "No, I couldn't. I would've loved the result to be better, but no, I couldn't miss Austin.

TC: "The track, the place"

DR: "Yeah, yeah. I love it."

[bone-evidence]

Here's the second of my PruCan Minifics, based off sentences (or prompts) given to me by you lovely folks! This one was from @disneyprincessdxminatrix, and it was: "No one's ever going to hurt you again. Not as long as I'm around." I took that and ran to perhaps unexpected places lmao! Enjoy!

Quiet murmurs of anticipation all stopped the second the large wooden doors opened. The High Priest, dressed in fine white robes and the visage of a horrific horned Demon, led the sacrifice like a dog on a leash to the circular stone altar. 

Matthew was almost relieved. Almost. 

Though they'd bound his wrists in front of him with rough rope, they hadn't bothered to cover his eyes at all. No, they dragged him out of the animal pen in which they'd kept him for the last two months and paraded him around like a prized beast ripe for the slaughter. He supposed that a blindfold wasn't necessary. The dozens of people around him, all dressed in black robes, wore the same mask their leader did. There was no mercy to be found among the sea of cold eyes on him. 

The room was lit only by candles placed in the alcoves that lined the stone walls. These seemed to be shrines in the Demon's honour. Each one held a candle and a sculpture of the fiend carved out of deep red wood, decorated with the leaves of poisonous plants and various bones. Matthew tried very hard to push the question of where they'd gotten those bones out of his mind. If this was where he would die, he'd rather not think about those he was about to join.

The circular stone altar at the end of the room was his final destination. If he had any strength, he might have tried to wriggle out of the ropes and run. His captors were, unfortunately, smarter than to let that happen. He was only ever given enough food and water to keep him alive. At first, when they came into his pen bearing a knife, it took four of them to hold him down long enough to pierce his flesh and carve in the beginning of their profane symbols. It only took one to hold him down and finish the unholy scripture three days ago. 

Tears he didn't know he had left slipped down his cheek as he was finally forced to kneel on the stone altar. The carvings that were forever scarred in his flesh, up his freckled arms and down his back, were mirrored on the obsidian rim that surrounded him now. There was no need to tie him down to anything. Once he was on the ground, he knew there was no strength in him to get back up. All he could do was sob as the High Priest's hands raised to the sky, silencing the ghoulish crowd before them.  

The profane sermon had begun. 

Much to Matthew's horror, each praise that fell out of the Priest's mouth ignited a symbol on the altar. Each word in an infernal language he didn't understand , each dark promise, each retelling of horrible deeds inflicted upon humanity, all of these in turn ignited more of the circle around Matthew until it was almost completely lit. The sacrifice trembled and wailed for someone, anyone to save him, though he knew it was hopeless. 

If the Gods wanted to rescue him, they would have done it alrea- 

Ker-rack!

Halfway through what was surely the last words Matthew would ever hear, something dark and horrible crashed through the roof and landed in a heap on the stone floor.

The cultists around it backed away, whispering amongst themselves as they did so. This… thing, whatever it was, wasn't what they were expecting. The Demon was taller, right? Had horns? Wasn't it supposed to burst out of the sacrifice's body and be reborn in blood, not punch a hole into their sacred meeting place?

An unnatural wind, cold as the moonlight now cascading through the broken roof, whipped furiously around the thing as it stood. From thin air it conjured a sword made of no metal Matthew had ever seen. After all, what metal shimmered gold under lunar glow?

 At the thing's unspoken command, the wind rushed towards the alcoves on the walls. It stole the fire from each candle and knocked every small shrine down, sending bones and wood clattering to the ground. It carried the small flames, one by one, to the thing's outstretched blade until one couldn't see the metal through flame. 

It leveled the blade at the cultists, and Matthew wasn't sure whether he should be terrified or grateful. 

The men and women around it surely thought, since they were several dozen and it was only one, that they could take it. That mistake proved fatal. 

The being was obviously some kind of divine. No other force could cut through those bearing a Demon's protective amulets as though they were butter. Nothing else could splash stone walls with red and ignite the robes of the very recently deceased in one blow. Nothing else's wrath could be so swift and terrible! Matthew wasn't sure whether his screams joined the many cut off by horrific gurgling. All he knew was that once every last cultist was dead, after every soul in the room had been severed save for his own, it was alarmingly quiet. 

The thing stepped into the pool of moonlight made by it's entrance and paused to catch it's breath. Finally, Matthew got a good look at it. 

At him, rather. His feathered wings were cloth ripped from the fabric of night itself. His eyes, still wild from battle, were swirling red nebulas set into the bloodsplattered face of the moon. His steps were even and measured as he walked towards the sacrifice, blade held at his side. 

Matthew flinched and squeezed his eyes shut on instinct. The angel before him was fallen, after all; beholden to no God and no code, if he decided Matthew's life was forfeit too, his blade would find no resistance from demon-marked flesh.

Matthew expected the next (and last) thing he felt to be the bite of that sword. For his abused body to burn, for the fallen one to complete his task and leave no one alive to tell the tale of what happened here. What he didn't expect was a gentle hand under his chin, lifting it slightly and bidding him to open his eyes. 

He did so slowly, expecting to be greeted with the same battle craze and bloodlust. Instead, the clouds of the divine's eyes had cleared, leaving only dolorous pools of crimson to stare back at him. 

"What is your name?" The angel asked. Though it was clear he was trying to be gentle, there was still a commanding edge to his voice.  

"M-Matthew. Matthew, my name is Matthew, Mr. Angel. A-are you going to, um… I-I mean, am I going… to…?"

A breath resembling a chuckle left the divine's lips at the implication. His deft fingers began to work the knots that bound Matthew's wrists together loose, until the bloodstained rope finally fell to the cold stone altar. "You will not die tonight, Matthew. Can you stand?"

Truth be told, Matthew couldn't even find it in himself to try. His strength was gone. Starvation, dehydration, and countless tortures would have been enough of a reason, but something in his very soul had been drained and fed to the ritual. Perhaps something small in him had died along with everyone else in the room after all. All he could do was shake his head. 

This was, apparently, not going to be a problem for the angel. He scooped Matthew up easily, as if he were merely a child and not a man of twenty-three. A soft half-smile illuminated the fallen one's face as he walked towards the moonlight. 

"I can promise you this, Matthew." He began, as he stretched out his mighty wings. One flap, two flaps, and the room that was supposed to spell death was nothing more than a memory. 

"No one's ever going to hurt you again. Not as long as I'm around."

[junjiie]

해찬  ##  🗯️ ⠀ &THEAFTERPARTY..

twenty eight déjà vu. ⠀ wc 1.7k. ⠀ warnings kissinggg they’re cute i guess..

as horrifyingly embarrassing as it was to admit it, you were nervous. hands a little clammy around the bag filled with the taekout hyuck had ordered for an easy dinner in, pulse running a little faster than normal in a mix of both anticipation and adrenaline.

it was barely a minutes-long walk to donghyuck’s room, but you found yourself dragging your feet, trying to extend the distance even if the bag of hot food in your hands was starting to burn a little. you could hear the faint sound of music from his speaker underneath his door, getting louder as you got closer, and you hugged his order closer to your chest as so not to drop it when you freed one hand to knock on his door.

“come in!” was the obvious call from behind it, and you made a face towards your still-sweaty palm before hastily wiping it on your shorts so it wouldn’t slip while you attempted to grip onto his door handle. hyuck was lounging on his (newly-bought, with no small amount of smugness in his tone when he told you, and certainly a large amount of pleading when he asked you to help him lug it up the stairs to your apartment, seeing as he just happened to make his purchase on the one week the elevator was broken) mattress, controller of the console heeseung had set up at yours before hyuck had moved in in hand and hood pulled up over his head, hair in his eyes. he looked soft, comfortable. you wanted to throw up.

instead you held up his food with a grin, lightly pushing the door to a close behind you with your foot and perching on the end of his mattress, watching as his face lit up as he eagerly took it from your hands. 

“my saviour, ynnie. thanks.”

you scoffed, turning your head to the tv screen to hopefully hide how warm the tips of your ears felt. “saviour is a bit much, don’t you think? it’s just—” you turned back to see what exactly it was that he’d ordered—“thai. you would’ve got it yourself if i wasn’t closer.” 

he shrugged, prying the lid off of one of the plastic containers and then stopping in his tracks when he realised he had nothing to eat it with. “shit. hold on a sec, i’m not about to get sauce all over this hoodie.”

you stifled a laugh as he darted out of the room and into the kitchen, various utensils jangling in their draw as it was rattled around by how fast he opened and shoved it closed with a hip. he was out of breath by the time he reached his bed again, flopping back onto the mattress with such force he risked spilling his food everywhere if it hadn’t been for how you saved it last-minute. 

it fell quiet between you for a while while he began to eat, handing his (heeseung’s) controller over to you for the time being to let you take over. your hands still felt shaky, heart beating a little quicker than normal in your chest. for all your adamance that you’d ‘establish dominance in the relationship,’ you weren’t really making all that good on the promise. so you cleared your throat, paused the game, and turned to where donghyuck was stuffing noodles in his mouth.

“hyuck.”

he looked up to you immediately, brown eyes wide at how serious your tone sounded. “yeah? you okay?”

you waved off his concerns and shifted to face him fully, legs crossed and fingers tangling themselves together from their place in your lap. “i’m fine, don’t worry, i just.. need to tell you something.”

donghyuck hastily swallowed what was left in his mouth and sat up properly, brows furrowing and chopsticks falling from his hands. he tried for a laugh, but it sounded high and reedy, more nervous than anything. his hands fumbled for where his phone was in his pocket, and the soft music playing was paused.

“way to sound ominous, ynnie. what’s up, really?”

you couldn’t keep your eyes on one thing, flitting from his food, to the television screen, to the slightly-faded graphic of king boo that decorated the front of his hoodie, and finally his eyes—which were already searching yours, looking for anything that might’ve given away what you were about to say. the nerves rolled in the pit of your stomach again, the vague feeling of nausea still alive and kicking. it was gross. how could a crush you only realised you had about two weeks ago be fucking you up that bad?

“i like you. i know that might sound a bit backwards—i mean, i’ve seen your dick, granted the last time was a year ago—but.. i don’t know. it’s like you’re all i can think about these days. which is really starting to drive me crazy. yeah. so.. do with that what you will, i guess?”

silence. you could hear a pin drop on the mattress he’d bought with his six or seventh or eighth paycheck, no more than two metres between you, his eyes wide and mouth open. you could see his top two teeth, and it was cute, and you hated yourself a bit for the thought. maybe you were going to throw up.

“oh my god. oh my god.”

hyuck’s hands moved upwards, and then jerked back to himself, then to his face, his hair. the movements were shaky, and his face was started to flush redder and redder, pretty brown eyes still wide in shock. 

“i’m gonna cry, what the fuck. i think i’ve had a crush on you since, like, a week or two after i got back, maybe. i don’t know. does that make me sound like a pre-teen? saying crush? i’m seriously gonna burst into tears.”

it wasn’t exactly surprise that you felt at his returned feelings, but more.. contentment. satisfaction. like things had finally fallen into place. you gently placed the lid back onto his box of takeout, which was most likely going to need to be reheated if he was going to want it to taste edible should he want to finish it later, and returned it to the bag it came from, placing it on the floor next to the mattress. hyuck watched every movement you made, hands still shaky, eyes even shakier. all it took was a meaningful look for him to get the message and come clambering into your lap, hands uncertainly coming to rest on your shoulders after what looked to be a small internal debate with himself over it.

you grinned up at him, his red cheeks now on even clearer display. the nausea was completely gone now, leaving a pleasant warmth in your chest in its place, and in retrospect your nerves seemed stupid. your fingers ran across the waistband of his sweats, simply feeling the fabric more than anything else, but you still felt him shudder. 

“can i kiss you?”

his pulse jackrabbited under your faint touch as you moved your hands upwards, the line of his jaw firm under your fingertips. donghyuck’s nod was frantic, the “yes” he blurted out afterwards just as much so, and that was all you needed.

for someone that you had never seen pick up a tube of lip balm in your life, his were surprisingly soft, plush. you were intending to start slow, but he obviously had other ideas—pushing forward and tangling his fingers in your hair in a way that gave you déjà vu. just as eager as he’d once been, but maybe even more so, now that there was no need to pretend there was no strings attached.

you broke apart to breathe, but he only took a second before he was leaning forward again, and after one more chaste kiss it was donghyuck who moved away, barely putting any space between you, his lips still brushing yours when he spoke.

“can i—can i be your boyfriend?”

brown eyes were blinking down at you again, fingers playing with the studs in your ears. you pushed the hood down from over his head to mess with his hair yourself, feeling another smile spread over your face. 

“you took the words right out of my mouth. i’ll be yours if you’ll be mine, how about that?”

you stuck your pinky out to seal the deal and he shook with laughter in your lap, joining his with yours and nodding over and over before falling back into you when they separated, head buried in your shoulder. 

quiet fell over the pair of you for the moment, your hands settling back on his hips and his fingers tracing mindless patterns on your back, before donghyuck piped up again.

“does this mean you’ll start calling me all those cringe nicknames you call jeno? can i be your sugarplum-jam-doughnut-cream-puff-cinnamon-bun-cherry-pie?”

you pretended to think it over for no longer than a moment. “no. those are jeno-only, i’m afraid.”

he scoffed, the sound muffled by your hoodie. “wow. i’m breaking up with you.”

that got a laugh out of you, and he wasn’t far behind, both of you shaking with little giggles. you hugged him tighter in form of an apology, feeling him curl ever closer in response. “we haven’t even been together for five minutes, yet! take me back, hyuckie.”

hyuck played at more irritation, but it was a little hard to believe when he was clinging to you like a lifeline, and so he gave up the act quickly, huffing out an agreement in the words “fine, i guess” and then sitting up to face you once more.

“but just to really convince me..” he paused to pretend to think, finger tapping at his chin. he snapped his fingers when an idea finally came to him, eyes brightening. “you might have to kiss me some more.”

you were already pulling him in, mock-reluctance in your tone as you sighed out an “i suppose that’s not too much of a hardship,” and then was promptly shut up by donghyuck’s lips on yours.

the food was stone cold by the time he finally got back to it, lips kissed red and swollen and his arms around your waist as the pair of you stood in the kitchen, chin propped on your shoulder while you both watched it heat up again. 

out of all the ways your confession could’ve gone, this was surely the best outcome. and hyuck seemed to agree, if the way he practically wouldn’t let go of you for even a second said anything. it felt good to be together at last—even if it had taken a little longer than it would for most people.

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.183 Clarity

Desi reminds me so much of Less when she was a little girl. She was so full of energy and ran literally everywhere she went. I don't think she started walking until we got to high school. She always found something to get into, and Desi is the same way. She loves playing with the dogs, and they love it too, especially Rosie who constantly needs to play. Sometimes I think they might get tired of the tiny sim who is always imitating them and trying to speak to them in their language, but they sit there and let her do it, and it's so adorable.

Just as Desi is growing, me and Sophia are too, because this parenting journey does not follow a straight line. Its path is ever winding. Sometimes, it cuts across deep rivers, and I feel like I'm drowning. Most of the time, it stretches across little mountain ranges. I climb one mountain, get to the top, and celebrate my victory, only to look across and see the road scaling up an even bigger mountain. As soon as we learn to handle one situation, a new one crops up and we're back at the beginning. I keep telling Sophia, we're not bad parents; we're just learning. She still has these weird moments of insecurity, and I know it stems from her childhood. Despite how they treated her, Sophia's parents weren't necessarily bad. They never mistreated her and showed love in their own misguided way. When she was pregnant, we talked about how we would raise Desi. My childhood was better than hers, but it still left scars on me. In the end, we decided the best way to raise her is to be the parent we wanted. That's why I spend so much time with her. I want her to know I'm here and she is safe.

I don't think I've ever admitted this before, but I didn't always feel safe when we lived with Dad. My parents' separation and divorce was a very emotionally draining time on its own. Add to that Dad being too tired and depressed to do anything with us when he got home from work, and that made for a very anxious Luca. We didn't get the support we needed from him. That was the real reason I pushed so hard to live with Mama. She always made everything better when we lived with her on the weekends, so we moved back home. But then she drops this bomb on us that sent me back into a whirlwind of uncertainty. She destroyed my sanctuary, and it took nearly the rest of my life to find peace and stability. I want Desiree to know of nothing else.

Sophia's wish for her was similar, but she's so hesitant to execute sometimes because she's so inside her head, wondering if she's doing enough, if it's right, and how Desi perceives her. Analysis paralysis, they call it. I try to encourage her as much as I can, but I know this is something she needs to figure out on her own, so I mostly leave her alone. When I see her figuring things out, I want to celebrate it and say a more supportive and happy version of "I told you so," but if I call attention to it, that will make her self-conscious, so I just smile.

Desi is such an affectionate child. She's constantly reaching her little arms up at Sophia, asking for a hug, and I love that for them. I know it makes Sophia feel good and dispels all the negative self-talk she has going on in her head. At least that's how I keep myself from getting jealous, anyway. Sophia gets the hugs, and I get air kisses. Receiving the love you've given is such a rewarding experience.

Last week, when Sophia pointed out I needed to do a better job of prioritizing our marriage, I felt like I hit a wall. I spend all this time with Desi, feeding her, teaching her, soothing her, and all the things I'm supposed to do as a good father, and it still turns out bad. The answer to that situation is balance, of course, and in the grand scheme of things, that was a small mountain. I'm getting better at it, but I'm still working out the kinks.

What makes it tricky is the fact that Desiree is very social and the only child. Real talk? She needs a sibling. That is the cold, hard facts. But Sophia and I already had that conversation, so as much as I'd like to help her with that, it's not happening. For the moment, we are both her parents and her friends. I try to encourage her to play on her own because it's good for her development and imagination—and great opportunities for the adults to talk—but like I said, she's social. She loves hanging out with us, and I do too, but I'm beginning to see now how it's not necessarily the best thing for her. Not only does she want to be around us, but also she wants to dominate the conversation. She'll interrupt an ongoing conversation but get mad that we're not paying attention to her. Sometimes she yells "I'm talking" as if we're the ones interrupting her.

I tell her we're talking and it isn't nice to interrupt, but I totally get where she's coming from. It's in her nature to socialize, but doesn't have anyone her own age to talk to. That's why I REALLY need to get on this house search so she can be closer to her cousins. I'd love for her and Tami to be friends, but she's about to have her birthday. Enrolling Desi in pre-school would also help, but I don't think I'm ready to be away from my child for that long just yet. For now, I just need to get this family closer.

[mister-e-muss]

I figured I’d give you guys a sneak preview of a KFP fic I’m writing. Working title is ‘Temtping Fate’

The Jade Palace was a place of calm tranquility, constantly made contradictory by intense physical labor. It was a place of meditative peace, where its residents perfected their abilities to fight. A mountain palace, that taught people how to throw someone to the floor in three moves or less.

Po rarely thought about it that deeply. He knew Kung Fu inside and out by now. It made sense to him that self-improvement, be it physical or not, would require both loud, high energy exercise rooms, and more introspective quiet areas. The chef in him likened it to broth-less noodles and noodle-less broth. You could do one or the other, but it was much better balanced together.

Balance was always one of Shifu's, and by extension Oogway's, chief lessons. Inner peace, the acceptance of oneself, and the need to push forward we're all key ingredients in making the flavor of one's soul. It was what added heat and depth to the proverbial soup of consciousness.

It was a good thing that such lessons were everywhere in the Jade Palace, because at the moment Po felt about as balanced as a one-legged chair during an earthquake.

He ran through the halls and gardens of the palace, yowls and shouts escaping him as if he were being chased.The groundskeepers, by now well trained to the Dragon Warrior's ways, moved precious decorations and fragile plants out of his way, hardly sparing him more than a passing glance or a roll of their eyes.

It was as Po barrelled through the doors into the east wing, rounded the corner on the left, and shot down the hallway after making two rights, that he caught a familiar glimpse of orange fur. Said orange figure spotted him a moment later, barreling towards her at high speed. 'Tigress!" Po said, digging his heels in an attempt to brake himself.

Tigress' eyes went wide, and in a moment of instinct, braced for impact. Po's body was grabbed and turned around before being set down firmly.

Po stood still and blinked for a second. "Oh good, I found you!" His next words spilled out in a single breath. "I need your help, but I kinda need you to promise not to hate me first, because I feel like you might hate me a little bit if I just come out and say it, but I really do need your help and-"

"Po," Tigress said firmly. "Breath. Slowly." After Po did, and stopped shaking so much, Tigress continued. "Now, from the top, what were you saying."

Po sighed and hid his eyes. "This is gonna take a bit of explaining. Okay, so, you remember Temutai, Warrior King of the Qidan Clan, right?"

Tigress nodded. "That yak that you had to challenge for the princess, right?"

"Yeah, that guy. Big dude, big voice, ego more inflated than a lantern. So, I got a letter a few weeks ago from one of his guys. Apparently he got engaged."

"Temutai. Engaged," Tigress remarked drily.

Po shrugged. "I know, weird right? Guess there's somebody for everybody. Anyway the thing is, he has a sister apparently, and he wants her to marry someone in the Valley so he doesn't have to worry about trade dealings and stuff." Pink started to creep its way up Po's face. "Temutai wrote me last week and said that apparently I was his first choice. 'My sister is a warrior of the Qidan clan, so she must marry a warrior!' That's what he said, anyways."

"I. . . see," Tigress said. "You didn't accept, did you?"

Po scoffed. "No, no! You kidding me? Of course not!"

Tigress wanted to feel relieved, but instead her gut coiled. "So how did this lead to you needing my help?"

Po's face went from pink to red. "See, that's kinda the thing. I couldn't just tell him no: Temutai's an actual king, and an egomaniac besides. So, I had to find a way to tell him no, but gently. I knida just. . . wrote him back the first thing that came into my head." Po stole a quick glance at Tigress, whose face had grown from passively concerned, to hard and searching. Po took another breath. "I told him I was already married."

"Meaning you couldn't get married." Tigress nodded. Not the most impressive coverup, but the logic was sound enough, by Po's standards that is.

"Exactly," Po said. "I thought that would just be the end of it, but apparently Temutai found a groom for his sister somewhere else and wants me there when she gets married."

Tigress crossed her arms. "Easy enough. I still don't see what you need my help for."

Po adjusted the fur on his head, refusing to meet her eyes. "Temutai doesn't just want me there. He wants me, and my wife there."

Tigress mouth hung open, while her arms went limp. She dreaded the next few words, but she forced them out anyways. ". . . And this would-be blushing bride is. . ?"

Po inhaled deeply. "I told him I was married to you." Po then bowed his head over double and held his hands in front of him. "I'm so sorry. I should have told you back when I got the first letter, but I thought it would be funny. It isn't, but I really need your help to bail me out of this. So will you please be my fake wife while we try not to offend a warrior-king!"

[cybertron-after-dark]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, here's how I think the tfa Decepticons would handle a Human Error incident (suddenly turned human with zero logical explanation)

-Megatron ain't doing great. God dammit he's fucking TINY. Just when he's gotten his body back after god knows how long of being a severed head on the floor, he's vulnerable AGAIN. He's still up and functional, doing whatever needs to be done and not letting his present weakness interfere with his goals, but he's in full on paranoia mode. He trusts nobody and he's not going outside if he doesn't have to. Too many things that could go terribly wrong while he's a pathetic creature of flesh with no fucking armor plating and no rotors to fly with. Doesn't give a fuck about trying anything he could only do as a human, he's too busy trying not to die. He'll only eat the nightmare that is organic food if he's in a human body long enough to nearly starve. He'll never admit that it actually tastes better than energon. His pride would never allow it.

-Starscream is miserable and will LOUDLY bitch to everyone present whether they care or not. Unlike Megs, however, it's less in a "I have no armor plating, anything could crush me" way and more in a "EW EW EW WHY IM I SQUISHY GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF OH PRIMUS IM HIDEOUS" way. He's grabbing the nearest paper bag and putting it over his head. He's not risking ANYONE taking pictures of this little incident to blackmail him. He's especially angry that he can't fly. What do you mean he has to walk everywhere like some kind of monoformer??? What the fuck??? He'd normally try to off Megatron while he's vulnerable, but slag that, he's vulnerable too, and he doesn't even have his null rays to slag him with anyway. Convinced human food is going to be disgusting, pleasantly surprised when it's not. Gets a little obsessed with garlic bread, but we've all been there.

-Blitzwing has lost not one altmode, but two, and given how reflexive his transformation is, he's going a bit stir crazy. Doesn't help that he's lost his wings either. To try and cope, he's got the zoomies something awful, and tries running around the mountain base, jumping off whatever high surfaces he thinks won't kill him for a taste of altitude again, laughing his ass off as Random when he hits the bottom (very uncomfortable for him that he only has one face, too). However, in spite of his physical discomfort, and how generally overwhelming the situation is, he is at least a little excited that he can partake in human culture without consequences. He gets swept up in an arcade for a couple hours and has the time of his life, and tries as much earth food as he can. He's generally the only reason his teammates haven't starved yet because he's the only one willing to go out and get it. He has decided he really likes pizza, beer and chocolate. Genuinely a little sad he won't be able to eat it in his normal form.

-Lugnut is a bit disappointed that he's been given such an unworthy form incapable of serving his liege. How can he aid the GLORY of Megatron and the Decepticon cause when he is so small, so weak, so... Organic? But, he picks himself up and vows to do everything in his power to remain useful. And that starts with testing his limits to see how much use he can be. When he sees Blitzwing jumping off cliffs, he's certain his comrade's had the same idea and joins in, determined to find the threshold for his new body's pain tolerance. It is not as high as he would like. He can't really see as well now that he has one eye instead of his usual five, so he kinda keeps falling off high places anyway even after he's done doing it intentionally. Eventually tries organic food because he needs to fuel up to be of any use, but still loudly condemns it as inferior to energon. He kinda gets a kick out of knowing it's made from organic beings, though. He feels like he's turning some of the life on this useless planet towards a good cause by using its energy.

-Shockwave was already having a really weird day, falling through the space bridge and ending up on earth of all places. But as nice as it was to eschew his cover for a bit and catch up with his true comrades, it was kind of undercut by being suddenly even tinier than his usual disguise and significantly less durable. Not too fond of losing his extendable reach, either. Though he may not be too thrilled, he's still determined to make himself useful. More useful than the two idiots launching themselves off a cliff, anyway. He does a bit of research into basic self care and how to not die in general, as well as trying to figure out what did this to them and how to reverse it. Not opposed to trying earth food, he admits he's curious, if a bit intimidated by how varied it is. Learns he's got a bit of a sweet tooth, ends up mildly addicted to baked goods. Especially cheesecake. Once this whole humanity business is over, he starts a small side project on an internal filter that makes some organic matter edible just so he can keep eating it.

-Nobody takes their newfound humanity worse than Blackarachnia. She already hated being partially organic, but now the detestable, disgusting side of her makes up 100% of her frame. It feels like the final nail in the coffin. She's completely shut down, she just can't take what she's become, unsure whether this nightmare will ever end. She's not holding out on Shockwave being able to fix the issue. It never got magically resolved the first time it happened, why would it now? Her only cold comfort is the other cons have to suffer with her. She's not eating human food. If she starves, she starves, but she's not stooping to that level. She didn't before, and she sure as hell won't now.