#GETTING OFF TRACK HERE AUGH

[humantome]

me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic A DRUID!!!!!!!

a lil gift for @caracello !!!

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YAHOO IT'S SMALLER

[mbat]

kinda sad that there isnt, to my knowledge, much kids shows/movies that focus really on jewish stuff more than the one or two episodes where they talk about hannukah or someones bar/bat mitzvah, and maybe talk about some cultural food lol

like yeah its a religion but its also a culture and theres so many things about so many groups now and yet not really that one and like, when was the last time there was even a jewish protagonist in a kids show, i can think of like... one. jews are usually a main characters friend, or a side character.

honestly more than anything this just comes back to me not knowing much about my own culture and wishing id had a show that let me know about it, or even a show that would happen now that would teach people about it more than just being about the same 2 holidays/events yknow

[theseinfernalangels]

Heavenly - Bodhi Durran

Synopsis: Four times in which you almost kissed Bodhi, and one where he did it for you.

Includes: Fluff, angst, Reader has some issues, maybe a teeny bit suggestive at the end? Friends to lovers, almost a relationship but not quite, mutual pining. Takes place mostly during Fourth Wing and ends in Iron Flame.

A/N: AUGH this is my baby. I’m in love with this one guys. Also, pretend what I wrote about Tyrrish culture is 100% canon and not totally made up for the vibes.

You always liked the snow.

It was gorgeous; the little white specks of frost glided through the air with what looked like practiced ease, littering your flight leathers with faint, watery markings. You enjoyed the fact that it was silent, unlike the rain, which sometimes made entirely too much noise for your liking — it made it so much easier for you to sit on a distant windowsill and stare into space for what felt like hours at a time. Unnervingly, you also liked how it bit at you, the cold. You’d lay in the snow with your lightest leathers on just to feel the wet chill sink into your bones instead of dry, all-consuming heat that seemed to trail you wherever you went.

Most of all, you like the sight in front of you: Bodhi Durran, in his tall, tawny glory, looking particularly…pretty with little flurries settled in his dark curls. A small part of you aches to run your hands through them, to knock the speckles out — but, you decide, he looks like the pinnacle of perfection like this.

Said man peers down at you with a look of cool concern. “You’re going to freeze,” he accuses.

You smile serenely, your eyes tracking the falling flakes as they descend upon you both. 

“Maybe,” you reply. “It would be worth it, to stay out here.”

At once, Bodhi’s eyes soften. He knew your ordeal with heat and fire all too well. 

“Still,” he chides, slipping a toned arm around your waist and pulling you into him. “C’mere. I’d prefer it if you didn’t get hypothermia because you like to stand in negative temperatures without your flight jacket.”

You tense for a moment before slowly allowing yourself to melt into his warm embrace, bracing your face on his chest as you both watched how the snow fell in the late-January sky. No words were needed between the two of you when all you needed were gentle touches and the chilly air.

You feel his eyes on you, so you reluctantly peel your face away from his jacket and tilt your head up to face him. Predictably, he’s smiling — but not a full on grin like usual. No, he’s wearing a smile of pure fondness as his gaze meets yours. You can’t help but catch your eyes on his lips, though; Bodhi has always been handsome, even as a younger boy, but the atmosphere combined with his fuller features make him look downright ethereal.

“A penny for your thoughts?” he prompts you gently, nudging you in the ribs.

The touch makes you flinch a little before you straighten and raise your chin. “How much to keep them in?” you challenge.

He chuckles and raises his free hand innocently. “You got me there. Just wanted to know what’s got your eyes all hazy.”

You barely noticed it; your eyes, although you’d been observing the snow keenly, were less focused on the environment around you and more in tune with the shape of his mouth, the little scar on his lower lip, how his mouth moved when he smiled…

How his pretty lips would feel on yours.

You hum. “Nothing much. Just daydreaming again, I guess.”

Silence. Waiting.

“And,” you add, “the weather is making my eyes water.”

Bodhi lets out an exasperated but affectionate huff and moves away from you briefly to peel his flight jacket off and sling it around your shoulders.

“You know,” he drawls, “you’d think being a Wingleader would establish some sort of self-preservation in you.”

Instantly, you’re enveloped into pure heat, but not the kind that usually bothers you. No, this heat is warm and velvety, soothing in a way that is purely Bodhi.

“Nah,” you reply with the faintest trace of a satisfied grin. “Quite the opposite, actually. It makes you willing to risk everything for this sort of stuff.”

You keep it vague.

This sort of stuff.

The peace you feel as you watch snow fall like ashes.

The chance to have a quiet moment for once in your too-chaotic lives.

The moment of clarity you feel when you stare at Bodhi and pray to yourself, “Loial, I’ve had too much taken from me already. Please do not touch him, too.”

༘⋆༄.°⋆

The air around you is charged and slightly humid as you watch a pair of first-years, two boys, fling each other to the padded ground of the sparring gym. It’s rough, hard, and ruthless…Everything you’ve come to enjoy about training at Basgiath.

It’s usually easy to predict who will come out on top with these sorts of matches. One of the guys, Cael McCleary, had clearly been holding back out of pure nervousness when he stepped onto the mat. You sympathize with him — but you also know that sympathy would get him nowhere, especially against a man like Jamilian Sirko, who you’re pretty sure is half war cannon the way he towers over almost all of the cadets here like a bull in a china shop.

Surprisingly, though, McCleary holds his own against Sirko, using his anxious energy as a means of dodging and weaving faster than the taller boy is able to strike. It’s impressive, no doubt about it — but it’s also a test of endurance. Where Sirko is strong and built like a great wall of pure, dark muscle mass, he can’t use that to his advantage against McCleary, a lithe and reedy guy, for much longer before he eventually tires out. Neither of the two look like they’re ready to drop, though — not by a long shot.

You sigh. Looks like you’d be here for a while.

“Good, you two!” you call from your place on the side. “Hurry it up a little, would you? You’re the only thing preventing your squad mates from leaving.”

A quiet brush of footsteps behind you tells you that someone has come to stand by you for the time being — Bodhi, as told by his gleaming grin. 

“Look at you, being all commanding,” he greets you, drawing out the last word dramatically. “Gods, how long have they been going for?”

You break your gaze away from the fighting cadets to glance over at the clock on the wall. It’s 11:23.

“I think we’re going on fifteen minutes now,” you murmur. “McCleary is really trying to drag this out to get Sirko down. I can’t say I like the timing, but I do admire his strategy.” You pause. “What are you doing here?”

Bodhi nods, his gaze turning analytical. “Of course,” he adds, completely ignoring your question. “I think he needs to find a place to end it. A good kick to the back of the knees or even the throat would do Sirko in good.”

You’re about to repeat yourself and insist he answer your question when a flash of silver catches your eye — a small dagger being slid from the sideline towards the sparring cadets, its hilt extended to where Sirko would most easily be able to snatch it, if he had the balls.

You freeze. Bodhi nudges you gently with his elbow. “What did they agree to beforehand?”

McCleary, although his fingers twitched anxiously, raised his chin and nodded to his friend, who held three small knives between his fingers. “No weapons?” he asked, raising a hand in need of shaking.

Sirko raised an eyebrow before smiling easily, grasping McCleary’s hand with practiced ease. “No weapons,” he repeated, sealing the deal before they backed away from each other in waiting.

“Oi! Break it up, both of you,” you call over to the boys, who are panting and looking a little more than eager to finish it. You gesture to the little blade that both cadets have yet to notice pick up. “Were you not paying attention to their terms? No weapons for this round. I don’t want to see that shit again.” You quickly use your signet to bend the air around the blade and bring it to you for you to grab. 

You sweep it to your outstretched hand and inspect the knife. It’s indistinguishable, really, with no remarkable hilt or quality.

Little tendrils of wind spin the blade by its hilt before you sigh and clear your throat again. 

“That’s enough, you two,” you yell over to McCleary and Sirko. “I appreciate your persistence and endurance, but a match should be over before the twenty minute-mark. Good on both of you.”

A tide of complaints and cheers arise from the sideline, and you stalk over to the first-years with a little look of disapproval on your face.

You hold up the knife so they can all see it. “Who was it?” you ask with a scowl. “They agreed on no weapons, and if you think I’ll let attempts to cheat slide, then you’re sorely mistaken. Tell me who it was and I might even let you walk out of here with all your joints intact.”

The first-years all look jolted for a moment before one is pushed to the front — Opal Keenan. She’s pretty, with flame-red hair that must reach to the small of her back when it’s not in a entirely too-complicated braid. She looks embarrassed for a moment before she schools her face into a look of pure ignorance.

“Please,” she sneers. “Anyone would have been grateful if someone picked it up and used it. Preferably Jamilian — McCleary was bound to lose anyway.”

You immediately bristle, raising your chin and fixing an icy glare on the cadet. 

“Did I ask who you preferred to win?” you snap. “No, Keenan. If you wanted to see the outcome of the match, you should have considered the consequences of trying to aid a cadet in cheating. The crime you’ve just committed is easily punishable, you know. I’d hate to have to carry out the consequences myself.”

Keenan’s taunting smile widens. “A crime?” she mocks, earning a few glares and hisses from the cadets around her. “That’s rich coming from you, you traitorous bitch. I bet your father—“

Her words are cut off swiftly, and you know it’s because Bodhi has come to stand behind you, standing tall and angrily from a few steps back.

“I’m sorry,” he says sharply, pinning Keenan in place with a glare that looks too unnatural for his warm, brown eyes. “Did you not hear your Wingleader? Cheating on either side of a match is punishable by a dishonorable discharge at its lightest. You should be glad she hasn’t already gone to Emetterio to report this. In fact, I should go do that right now. You’re a shameful example of a cadet, Keenan.”

Keenan opens her mouth again, probably to jeer at you again, before she’s cut off again, this time by you.

“I don’t want to hear that shit out of your mouth again. That’s strike two for you. Test me a third time, and I’ll have no trouble letting Leadership know that you’re interfering with matches and being a downright bitchhead to your squadmates and Wingleader.”

For good measure, you allow your power to flow out of you just a little, little tendrils of air wrapping around Keenan’s throat. She startles and lets out a little choked whimper, losing all of her bravado in what feels like milliseconds. You could kill her like this, if you really wanted to — but you feel a warm hand splay on the small of your back protectively, so you lighten it up just a little. “Do I make myself clear, cadet?”

Keenan nods as quickly as she opened her mouth before you release her after a few seconds of drawing it out, just for your own benefit. She stumbles back with a gasp, her hand flying to her throat and staring at you in horror. You just meet her eyes head-on, steely and cold.

“You’re all dismissed,” you order in a low voice. “And keep this in the back of your minds. I don’t care if you think I’m a traitor or not, but if you think you can get away scot-free with cheating in a match for a reason as stupid as that, then you’re clearly not cut out for this quadrant.”

The first-years waste no time in clearing out of the sparring gym, either because of your order or because they don’t want to be the next one choked out by a Wingleader. Opal Keenan is out first, running like the cowardly little bitch she is, and everyone follows, shooting you looks of fear, surprise, and surprisingly enough, a few grins from the people who agreed that the ginger cadet needed some humbling. You sigh and scrub a hand over your face, suddenly exhausted.

The hand on the small of your back wraps around your waist, pulling you into a chest of taut muscle before Bodhi winds his other arm around you, essentially trapping you against him. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder. 

“You handled that really well,” he tells you in a soft voice. “Do you deal with that every day?”

You lean back into him a little. “Not really,” you reply, fixing your eyes out the window and staring into the late-morning sky. “Usually they know to keep their mouths shut around me. I guess someone just wanted to be bold today.”

His quiet snicker by your ear sends a rush of warmth down the skin of your neck. It dies, though, once he catches the edge of your expression.

“Hey,” he prompts. “You want me to tell Emetterio? I’m sure he’ll dish something deserving out for Keenan as soon as he hears.”

You mull over the thought for a few moments before shaking your head. “No. I’m not going to tattle on a first-year just for being a little too uppity. I can handle it.”

Bodhi’s thumb strokes the leather over your stomach idly. “You can,” he affirms. “And you did. You’re strong as hell, Levine.”

His voice lowers. “But I wouldn’t mind kicking her ass if you asked me to.”

You snort and gently jab him in the side with an elbow, only being met by a sputtered protest. “I appreciate the offer,” you assure him. “But I’m gonna let someone else do it in their own time.” You go quiet for a moment before you remember your conversation just a little bit earlier.

“Bodhi,” you grab his attention again, twisting out of his hold to stare at him. “What are you even doing here? This isn’t your squad, and it’s definitely not your wing.”

“So?” he huffs, backing up a little to give you some room. “I’m on break, and I wanted to see you.”

Oh, Amari bless his heart. Bodhi was probably the only man who would ever do such a thing for you. And the way he looks at you right now, like him hunting you down in the middle of your duties was the most obvious thing he could be doing right now, makes you almost brave enough to stand on your toes and press a grateful peck against his cheek.

You restrain yourself. 

“Fair enough,” you concede, and he grins sweetly. “But it’s —“ You turn and glance back at the clock. “11:45. Don’t you have to be at land-nav by 11:50?”

His face falls immediately. “Oh, fuck.”

༘⋆༄.°⋆

The only two things keeping you awake at a time like this is your dragon’s gentle reassurances in your ear, and the fact that you haven’t seen Bodhi in approximately 27 hours. You lay in a long-sleeved slip, glaring at the moon through your window.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Zephyr,” Spéir rumbles. For once, she is less proud and more…sisterly, in a way. “I know you are worrying about the Bright One.”

“…And if I am?” you ask, your mental voice coming out more passive-aggressive than you mean to. “Am I wrong for it?”

A low chuckle ripples through the bond. “Of course not,” Spéir replies. “You are mine, Zephyr, but before I chose you, he was within your grasp and kept in the inner workings of your heart. He is your human no more than you are mine. No need to jump to his defense.”

You sigh in frustration, tearing your eyes away from the glow of the moon before you stare at the door. If you had it your way, Bodhi would be sleeping right next to you, his curls spilling down his face messily as he dreamed. But he wasn’t next to you — and you had a sneaking suspicion as to why.

As if your thoughts had caused it, a faint rapping at your door draws your attention. You flick your wrist to summon a mage light, the glow a soft lavender, before you slip out of your bed and creep towards the door.

“Is it—“

“Yes. He came straight for you.”

You rip the door open, and sure enough, Bodhi leans against the threshold, his battered body looking like he’ll fall at any moment. 

He stares at you, slightly dazed, before he manages a breathy whisper. 

“A thaisce. I’m sorry, but—“

You cut him off by tugging him through the door and pushing a small breeze out to shut the door quietly. You push him over to your bed, urging him to sit on your soft sheets. His knees practically fold in on themselves, making your heart ache. You feel more awake and alert now than you have since he disappeared.

“Easy,” you murmur. “Hey, mhuirnín, easy. Don’t apologize. I take it you just had RSC, huh?”

His gaze meets yours, and for the first time in a long time, he looks exactly like he did when he was a child: Nervous, disoriented, and exhausted.

“Is that what that was?” he asks hoarsely, grabbing at your hands to run his thumbs up and down your wrists. “I thought they would just…I don’t know, have us take notes about it.” He inhales sharply. “But one moment, I’m heading here, and the next, I’m tied up and hazy and our signets aren’t working and Cuir won’t talk to me—“

You hush him, coming to stand in between his legs and running a hand through his tousled hair. “It was the water,” you explain gently. “They drug you to dull the bond so it’s as realistic as possible.”

You crouch a little, forcing him to meet your eyes while you inspect his body for any intensive damage. To your surprise, he looks relatively unharmed past extensive bruising and a split lip. You bring your little tendrils of wind to a warmer temperature and cushion him as you search him. “Anything need to be looked at?”

He shakes his head wearily. “No. They went kind of easy on me. They went after Iris, though. I guess that’s because she has more of a mouth than I do.”

Your eyes narrow, but you say nothing before you do another once-over, just for peace of mind. Bodhi averts his eyes and quietly says, almost sheepishly, “If you want me to go, I can.”

Immediately, you shake your head. “Hell no,” you mutter, nudging his head up with a little breeze. “I’m not letting you leave. I’ve been waiting for you, asshole.”

His face brightens a little, the usual gleam starting to reappear after what must have been hours. “You waited for me?”

“Of course I did.” You scowl a little, nudging his thigh with your own. “I’ll always wait for you, idiot.”

His entire body seems to relax for a few moments before you poke him. “I still have some of your clothes in here. You probably don’t want to shower, but at least change into something comfortable.”

He leans into you in an odd side-hug before rising to his feet. You know he knows his way around your room, so you turn around and close your eyes to let him change without the burden of your intense stare.

“Zephyr,” your dragon prods. “Cuir would like to tell the Bright One that he is here and is sorry that he could not be there.”

“Spéir says that Cuir is sorry he couldn’t be with you,” you tell him, your eyes still squeezed shut. Bodhi looses a rough laugh, and before you know it, the mattress is dipping and he’s tugging you to lay down, now changed into a simple pair of sleep pants and a black shirt. You allow him to pull you down before you grab him in turn and ease his head on to your shoulder, your hands automatically moving to his head to run your fingers through his hair. He shudders appreciatively and wraps a weak arm around your stomach.

The two of you just lay there in the pale lavender light, enjoying the silence of each other’s company. It was unlike Bodhi to be so quiet, but after the ordeal he just went through, you can’t imagine him being lively enough to talk about anything. You resist the urge to dip your head and press your lips to his forehead, although he probably needs the affection right about now.

After what feels like hours of nothing but soft breathing, Bodhi says your name in such a tone that your eyes instantly snap to his.

He hesitates, looking equal parts pleading and embarrassed. “Can you…talk to me? In the Old Language, I mean. I-I don’t care what it’s about.”

You barely suppress an affectionate coo before you nod, smoothing your hands over his back. “Of course,” you say in Tyrrish, your tone growing a tad bit higher-pitched in your native tongue. “I’m proud of you, you know? You look barely scathed, mo laochain.”

His breath catches a little, and you feel a pang of adoration hit you in the gut as he tucks his face into your neck.

“I don’t feel very strong right now,” he admits. “I feel like I could’ve done something to help. To divert attention from the others so they wouldn’t be as hurt.”

“Hey, no,” you say firmly, rubbing his shoulders with a surprising gentleness. “I’m glad you didn’t. I don’t care if that makes me sound selfish, but I’m glad they went easiest on you. Amari knows I’d lose my cool if they did anything else.”

Bodhi stifles a laugh, and then a small groan of pain. You extend a warm cloud to rest over him and ripple over his cuts and bruises.

“Easy,” you say again. “Do not move too much. We’ll go see the healers tomorrow and see what they can do for you — probably more than I can, at least.”

The younger boy’s head rises from the crook of your neck so he can stare at you, his exhaustion apparent in his half-lidded eyes.

“None of that,” he scolds you, as if he’s not the one laying in your arms right now. “You do more for me than any of them could attest to. That’s why I came here and not there with the others.”

“Besides,” he adds, “I missed you. I don’t know how I went years without talking to you, because I think I was going insane by the fifth or sixth hour they kept us.”

For a moment, all you see is him. Not your bedroom, not the glow of your mage light or the moon, and certainly not the silhouettes of roaming dragons out your window. The only two people here, who exist in real time and space, are the both of you. You lean your head to lay against his and ghost your lips right above his ear — the closest thing to kissing him that you’ll allow yourself.

“Well, you’re here now,” you assure him. “And we can talk as much as you need. You should probably sleep, though. I need my favorite person to be somewhat alive tomorrow so that I can keep myself sane.”

Something closer to an actual laugh, a Bodhi Laugh, finally leaves him, making a smile of your own grace your lips.

“Right, Wingleader,” he says in mock-submission. “You talk so I don’t go mad, and I’ll sleep so you don’t, either. Sound like a plan?” 

You flick him in the shoulder blade, but it’s not out of annoyance — more like, in your opinion, thankfulness, because you know what you need at a time like this, alone and in need of someone to lean on.

“Deal, mhuirnín.”

༘⋆༄.°⋆

The sun blazes in your eyes, nearly blinding you in the late July heat. Your head rests on Bodhi’s thigh, his fingers sifting through your hair softly as the two of you watch the sun set on Navarre.

Bodhi looks down at you and frowns, moving his hand from your head to splay it directly in your line of vision. Your eyes flit to his, and he shrugs. “It would really suck if you went blind on your birthday.”

You make a small noise of understanding and smile, curling into him a little more. “Happy birthday to me; I get an honorable discharge.”

Bodhi grins and resumes his motions in your hair, taking care to try and keep the sun out of your face. “I think you mean dishonorable,” he corrects you, “since you going blind is completely preventable if you’d just keep your eyes away from the sun.”

You scowl and shoot a lick of ice cold air down his tunic, causing him to emit a soft shriek of surprise. He glares down at you and flicks your forehead.

“Not funny,” he pouts. “Dammit, Levine, that was cold.”

You try and keep your face still, but the stoicism is short-lived as a smile of pure delight takes its hold on you.

“My bad,” you bluff, staring at him with absolutely no shame whatsoever. “I was aiming for your head.”

Bodhi’s eyes narrow, and you know instantly that he’s about to try to pin you into the grass. You roll out of the way with a yelp, but he’s always been just a tad bit faster than you, so he’s upon you in an instant, wrestling you to the ground while all you can do is hold him off of you. After a few moments of struggle, his hands clamp down on your shoulders, and you’re flat on your back before you know it. The position you’re in is unfamiliar; one hand cradles the back of your head so that it doesn’t slam into the ground, while the other holds him up over you. He’s close — closer than what you’re used to, his nose just an inch or two above yours. His eyes fall to your lips, and he swallows before murmuring, “Got you.”

Your cheeks heat up at the proximity, and you involuntarily sent another brush of wind down his back — this time, more gentle, something of a more affectionate nature that you rarely show. You force yourself to blink and ignore the fact that he’s quite literally eyeing you like he wants nothing more than to slam his mouth on to yours. 

You stick your tongue out at him. “You had an advantage. I was unprepared.”

He breaks from his staring and snorts, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Right,” he says dryly. “An advantage. You can call it that, sure.”

You scowl but don’t say anything. It feels a little awkward, seeing as he won’t move from his position above you. You don’t dislike it — not by a long shot — but what’s a girl to do when she’s pinned under her best friend (who she definitely doesn’t want to kiss. Not at all.)?

Bodhi blinks as if coming out of a trance before he clears his throat awkwardly and lets you up, leaning back to sit down. You roll up into a sitting position and lean into him. He feels a little stiffer — probably from prior awkwardness, akin to that of the same nature from when you both were tweens and he was still visibly nervous around you. He’s quiet for a second before he starts.

“So,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I know you said you didn’t want anything for your birthday...”

You go still. “You didn’t.”

He waves his hand as if to dismiss your protest. “It’s not big,” he insists, reaching into his pocket. “I know you don’t like gifts very much, and you get overwhelmed by big gestures. I just wanted to do something, since this is your twenty-third birthday.”

In Tyrrish culture, 23 was the age where you were officially considered a woman — not in the physical sense, but in the spiritual sense. It was the aois na laochra, the age of a warrior. You’d almost forgotten about it, since you’d barely taken note of your birthday since your sixteenth — the last birthday you’d been able to have with your entire family.

Your eyes soften, and you swallow the lump in your throat that threatens to make it crack before you respond. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Bodhi shoots you an easy smile. “I know,” he replies casually. “But I wanted to. I wanted to keep the tradition alive, even if you’re the only one it happens for.”

He pulls out what was hidden in his pocket — a small wooden box — and drops it into your palm. “Open it.”

Your thumb brushes against the wood — cherry, sanded and smooth — and on the initials that are carved into the top with a delicateness that’s more than impressive. You have a feeling you know who did this part, and Bodhi confirms it. “He didn’t ask for anything in return.”

You smile before taking a deep breath in and slowly opening the box, your hands a little shaky from the nerves that plague you. Your breath hitches, and you blink down at what lays inside the box: A small ring of onyx with a glittering red gem in the middle. Your fingers hesitantly touch it, and Bodhi is suddenly closer to you, rushing to explain.

“I know you don’t really like big things, so I settled for this. The band is onyx, and the gem is garnet, your birthstone.”

He pauses. “Turn it over?”

You raise an eyebrow but do it anyway, hooking your index finger into the ring and bringing it out so you can turn it to the other side.

You choke out a gasp when you see what he’s nudging you towards, tears previously left unshed brimming in your waterline.

A knight. Two twin wildcats. It’s your family’s coat of arms — the one you haven’t seen in close to ten years. 

You swallow again, your voice breaking. “Bodhi—“

“Hey,” he says gently, pulling you into his lap with practiced ease. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. I just thought it’d be nice, so you could have a piece of them on you whenever you wanted.”

You couldn’t even begin to imagine where he found the time to find something like this, to put the sheer effort in accomplishing something like this.

For once, you don’t care. You just bury your head in his shoulder and allow yourself to sob quietly, shivering when his hands come up to cradle you to his chest.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him in Tyrrish. “Thank you.”

His heart twists, and he clutches you ever closer to him. “Anything for you.”

༘⋆༄.°⋆

Bodhi’s heart pounds in his ears as he runs through the halls of Riorson House, blood spilling into his mouth from just how hard he’d bitten his lip just a few minutes beforehand. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t have time — not when he’s got a very important matter to attend to.

Xaden had scared the shit out of him when he’d suddenly appeared from what felt like out of nowhere, his dark eyes huge and sparkling. 

“Bodhi,” he’d breathed. “She’s here. Go to her.” It didn’t take a genius to know just who he was talking about, and Bodhi had taken off in a flash, abandoning whatever the hell he’d been doing for Jesinia in her little bookish habitat. His legs couldn’t push him faster, and he suddenly wished he could wield distance like Garrick, so he could get outside much faster than the rate he had going for him.

“Cuir,” he gasps, tugging on the string of his bond. “Is it true? Is she here?”

The dragon lets out an affirming rumble. “Yes, Gréine; Spéir and the girl are injured, but they have returned from Morraine alive.”

If it’s at all possible, Bodhi forces his legs to work harder, pump faster, to book it outside with hardly a glance behind him. He finally bursts through the front entrance and skids on the stone path, whipping his head around to look for you — his girl, his love, his light. He spots Spéir first, her massive black form standing tall next to two other dragons. One of her wings is bloody, and some of her scales have been ripped clean off, but she looks relatively fine other than that.

Then, he spots you and books it toward you, not giving damns nor shits about the three dragons that aren’t his that surround you. You’ve barely looked up once he makes it to you, throwing himself into you and pulling you protectively into his chest.

Nine months. It’s been nine months since you’ve been stationed in Morraine. Nine months of not seeing or speaking to you. He doesn’t know how he could stand it. 

Your arms crush him into a hug, and your knees almost buckle from the sheer force of how you hold each other.

He holds you like it’s the last time he ever will, like every promise he’s ever made and will ever make is sealed into your skin with every fleeting second that he presses into your form. No one could take you from him if they tried — not a general’s orders, not even Malek, if he could help it.

You pull away, and he finally gets a good look at you. You’re gorgeous, as always, even with scars lining your jaw and blood covering your face. He doesn’t think he’s seen a more wonderful sight in his life. He presses his forehead to yours, searching your eyes for…Well, just about anything. He’ll take everything and anything he can get from you.

“Bodhi,” you whisper, his name falling from your lips reverently. “Gods, I don’t—“

Your eyes widen as he silences you. Not with words, though; your lips are sealed the moment he grabs your jaw and slams his mouth on to yours, effectively shutting you up. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

His lips are chapped and bloody, courtesy of how hard he bit them earlier, but the metallic tang is the last thing on your mind as he kisses you fiercely and desperately, like you’re his oasis in a desert of nothingness. His light in a vast ocean of shadow. Your lungs burn from the lack of breath, but you don’t have it in you to care, not when he’s kissing you like this.

He finally breaks away after what feels like forever and nothing and presses his forehead back to yours, wiping some of the blood on your face with a calloused finger.

“A thaisce,” he whispers in the Old Language, long-suppressed tears running down his cheeks at the mere sight of your face. “Mo leannan. Mo Shíorghrá. I am never letting you leave my side ever again. Never again. I promise.”

Tyrrendor is where Bodhi grew up, and Basgiath is where he became a man, but in your arms, with your lips locked with his? Bodhi has never felt more at home.

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GIGIS WORLD AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUGH

AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH its not even fully done yet i still have like 4 other characters to make but honestly i might scrap or put this project on hiatus i have no motivation to work on it anymore sobs

i will give you guys the ideas i had for the characters i didnt end up making though, and the idea i had for the toon handlers.

Flutter - Gardener, works in the garden and grows/collects seasonings for the kitchen and decoration for the casino customers/staff

R&D - Casino Hosts, working directly with customers to make sure they want to return to the casino and ensuring they have a good experience.

Looey - A comedian/magician on the stage in the disco, a solo preformer. Magician by day and comedian during after hours

Pebble - A security dog working within every part of the casino, with his loud bark he can alert other security of unwanted guests, and using his sharp teeth he can hold them down long enough to deal with them.

Cosmo - A chef in the kitchen, working along with shrimpo. He specializes in pastries, but can also cook other, more healthy foods if needed.

ok thats about it for the toons i didnt end up getting to design. ill ramble more about the actual lore here if anyone cares about that LOL. keep in mind i got like almost nowhere with this so its very VERY vauge and unfinished also im not a good writer whoops

' the basic idea is that the casino had been running fine up untill they had faced a lawsuit, causing them to shut down everything and abandon the casino. Since the toons had been made specifically for the casino they had just been left in there to handle themselves. Eventually, one of the toons had grown curious and decided to tear down one of the machines. After ripping open the back of the machine, black ooze leaked out and covered the bottom of their feet. Not thinking much of it and assuming it was just oil of some kind, they continued, getting the liquid all over their hands and face, along with their legs. After tearing open the machine, they had found little to nothing of interest and left to get themselves cleaned up. However, when they tried to wipe the goo off, it wouldnt budge and instead had covered more of their body. After a short while, they began to feel hollow on the inside and an ache in their bones, what happened afterwards had become contagious and slowly began to infect the whole casino. '

TOON HANDLERS!! they have a whole new purpose here. They work mostly as managers for the toons, each handler has their own line of work and toons to keep track of and train, only 4 have designs tho lol. IGNORE the reindeer names i couldnt think of anything else ok

ok so IN ORDER

Harvey - the bartender, he works with Rodger, Dandy and Sprout. often exhausted, but not rude by any means. mostly quiet and closed off

Prancer - the director, works with Glisten, Poppy, Boxten, Shelly and Looey. a jumpy cheery fella, mostly looking to have fun and trying to be as positive as she can be. bigender monarch

Doner - the (old) director/beauty worker, used to work with Glisten, Poppy, Boxten, Shelly and Teagan, but had been fired after a long time working there due to extreme mistreatment of his toons. although he was closed off, he never seemed to be too angry or aggressive towards other handlers, but when a toon would mess up or act out he would become ruthless without the other handlers knowledge.

Rudolf - the chef, works with Shrimpo, Cosmo and Flutter. a happy and cocky chef who tries his best to make his job entertaining and teaches his toons in more extreme fun ways.

there SHOULDVE been way more but as i said before i dont have motivation to work on this anymore lmao. also glisten canonically has BPD in this my #bpdwarrior

TAG ME IN FANART OR IF YOU DECIDE TO EXTEND THIS AU A LITTLE BIT!! ID LOVE TO SEE IT my twitter is @d1spatches and my tiktok is @0tt3rpaw

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Surprise I didn't need anyone to ask for it I love pegging and sharing my opinions! So here's wonderwall the ghouls individually with pegging!

(Minors dni plz y'all, respect the boundaries) This can be read as x reader or MC bc I love our girl and she deserves to enjoy herself too

Frostheim

❄️ Jin ❄️

Disaster man. Good fucking luck pal, and by that I mean getting into his room. Have fun arguing with him before he finally gives up and asks you what the fuck you want... wait what??

He's definitely a bit skeptical. It sounds like a lot of work for something he's not actually interested in... but! If you mention that after the set up he doesn't have to do anything and you'll take the lead he might be more inclined.

Man's a bit shaken by how easily you take charge. Dragging him back to his bed and pushing him down. He's been pushed around by a few ladies before who wanted him. He hated it. But... something about the way you're doing it has him feeling something a little different. If you rip the buttons off his shirt when removing it he's going to be flustered, too flustered to even tell you you better replace that.

Jump his fucking bones. Once you finally slip into his well prepped hole he's trying to cover his mouth and keep from making any noise because he wasn't expecting it to feel that good... I think he's very unaware how powerful the prostate is and I wanna see this man get knocked off his pedestal and humbled.

Blushing down to his chest (that pale complexion makes it so easy to see how much he's affected by what you're doing) Also whines so loud when you call him pretty or praise him. If you know how to work your hips you might be able to make him cum hands free. He would be so embarrassed if he did. And you'd have to tell him it's okay, it's hot, it's cute.

Wait you called him cute? *blushing again* He miiiiight hit you up for this another time when he feels like doing the prep again... Let's be real. He's definitely hitting you up again.

♟️ Tohma ♟️

Augh this guy, what's his fucking angle? Not the time for me to mention how irritating I find him on a personal level. You have to track him down before you can ask him anything. That's going to be half the battle at this point. Just text him to meet up in the vault for tea don't waste your time.

What did you need from him? Oh? You wanna peg him? You'll need to tell him way ahead of time. He's a busy man with a very full schedule and a house full of ghouls that should all be on leashes for different reasons.

The definition of topping from the bottom. I'm pretty sure if he's not in control he'll combust. Handles all the prep ahead of time, still taking your clothes off like he's planning to be the one inside you. Does a little strip tease for you when you call him on it. He's sorry, maybe his tantalizing skin will be enough for you to forgive him?

He has one request of you, use one of the toys that has an insertable piece on your end too. He says it's more fun that way but he will 100% activate his stigma when you least expect it to make that thing vibrate like it's a racecar. Snarky bastard just smirks at you when you realize what's happening. Hopefully you can focus on pounding into his tight ass while that thing is buzzing like crazy.

He's also not very loud but he definitely gives you directions, harder, faster, a little more to the left. Very bossy, very smarmy, very rewarding when you finally get him to the breaking point and he has a hard time getting his words together. Oh once he cums he's trying to pull himself together as quickly as possible but you catch the little slip ups in his speech. Bitch you can't hide yourself forever in there, come out of the mental box you're in by choice.

If he's been thoroughly fucked he won't even have the energy to go have a smoke. Let him rest for a while before he has to go back to being the jack of all trades around Frostheim. You will definitely be doing this again if he has any say in it (he has all the say)

⚔️ Lucas ⚔️

This boy... I wasn't expecting to enjoy his so much but he's a sleeper hit.

Luca is a true gentleman, as soon as he hears you have a question for him he's setting aside time just for you. He is nervous as all hell when you mention it, like okay he knows what it is it's not uncommon in England. Has he ever done it? No! I mean not that he's opposed its just not... something he's ever thought of having done to him.

You'd have to guide him with prep and hold his hand through what you'll be doing to him. Even if he thinks it's embarrassing I think he would want you close for every step. He needs someone to be steady as he loses his sense of control.

It's your room hands down, he wouldn't be comfortable at his dorm. Also Kaito would lose his shit if he saw you going into Luca's room at night. Speaking of Luca looks so cute and proper sitting on your bed. Definitely undressing himself to help you. He's not buff but he's muscular for sure. His body is so pretty and you can't help but touch and praise him for it. You know he worked hard for it.

Open him up on your fingers and he will be a whimpering mess. Gripping the sheets and trying to bite his lips to shut himself up. You have to remind him that your dorm is pretty far from prying ears. He won't listen to that, he's too focused on your fingers. Once you slide home inside him though oh my god he's gone. You are hearing the most porn star moans you've ever heard a man make. Rail him. He's such a good pliant boy, you're almost convinced he has hearts in his eyes.

He'll come hard as fuck the first time, head tossed back and gasping for air. Hold him down as he twitches and whines from overstimulation. With how out of it he is it's admirable that he still wants to try and give you your happy ending too. What a sweetheart.

Tells you next time he'll be better prepared and build up a tolerance so he won't cum so fast. Wait, next time? He turns red when you mention it. You'll have to poke and prod him until he tells you he really really liked it. ❤️ Please have him again ma'am.

🏹 Kaito 🏹

You already know this man is down bad. Take him back to your dorm because his ass is not gonna do anything inside that ice castle. Too many chances for embarrassment. Instant over the top reaction, red to the tips of his ears down to his neck. Boy is so chronically online that he genuinely thought most people treated pegging as a joke. Not a chance blondie, get your ass over here.

Sooooo embarrassed he wants to die, refuses help for prepping because he doesn't want you to see that. As if you aren't gonna fuck him stupid anyway. Let him know you're still open to helping if he needs it *wink* Okay don't kill him before you get him to bend over for you!

Very self conscious about his body as he undresses. He's thin, he's not very tall, he's got freckles and let's be honest probably stress acne. Boy is shaking before you even touch him.

Please reassure his nervous ass, he might hyperventilate just seeing your strap. Use a smaller one since he's not gonna be able to handle it the first time. You need to move slow and steady with him. Rub his shoulders and give him kisses and hickies. He needs to know this isn't some weird thing and that you want him because he's Kaito not because he's agreeing to be fucked by you.

As soon as you're in he's sobbing like a baby, not because it hurts, no you made sure it didn't. You fingered him really good. He's just overwhelmed by the intimacy of it. Kaito starts begging you to move, he can't handle the intensity of you sitting still. And he needs you to start fucking him before he goes crazy.

He is sooooooo loud! Like he can't hold back any noise whatsoever. His voice goes so high pitched and whiny. It's so fucking cute. Will pass out after he cums, his vision probably whited out and everything. Take care of him will you?

Just wait a while, he'll come to you like a nervous little bunny asking for it again. You can probably also get him to dress up for you. Kaito is putty in your hands.

Vagastrom

🥊 Alan 🥊

Alaaaaan, ugh, he's so good. You don't have to worry about him being turned off by it. He's open to anything for you. Though he's defintely a little embarrassed by the whole prep deal. He wouldn't tell you he's nervous or anything though. Just grin and bear it. Which is a bad habit of his. You'll need to break that later.

He does come to you with one issue though, he's not small like the other ghouls, he's not pretty like Leo or lean like Sho. Man is worried he isn't the type of guy this activity is made for... oh please prove him wrong.

Your place again, his place has a snooping threat. That's the last thing either of you need. This maaaaan, even kissing he's super careful. Get his gorgeous body out of those clothes and run your hands all over it. He won't let you finger him though... shame, it would have been fun.

Probably won't be able to get him to ride you because he doesn't wanna crush you. But you can absolutely put him in a mating press. Holy fuck this guy is shook. It feels like this? Does it feel like this for you? Does he make you feel this good? He's fighting the raging thoughts running through his pleasure addled brain. So you'll just have to wreck him to turn those pesky thoughts off.

Compliment him the whole time, he's pretty, he's cute, he looks so fucking hot like this. His little choked off moans are adorable. Once he's been fucked to the point he stops trying to control himself you're being treated to the hottest deep throaty noises. (not like a bj guys quit giggling) Make him cry out and beg for more. He's still going to avoid grabbing you despite how much he needs something to hold as he reaches his peak.

Out of it but still wants to make you feel good. His fingers, his tongue, his cock, whatever you want to use to get off. He's all yours. Those words alone might be enough to get you there.

He's going to come to you again when he's gotten too stressed and pent up. Not the usual type he has but super over the boiling point. He needs you to man handle him and make him feel like he's not untouchable or unloveable. Expect this man to be ultra whipped for your strap.

🏍️ Sho 🏍️

Ngggh, this guy is a wild one. Not gonna lie I do love me a biker boy. And a guy who can cook. So anyway! Catch him after the food truck is closed. He'll look amused before you even ask the question, what's he so smug for? Bitch.

Pegging? Alright he's down. Yes it's that easy. Not his first rodeo either. He will tease you and dirty talk your ear off about it though. Senpai~ you want to see him get all cock drunk riding a big strap? Naughty~ Never would have expected you to be so perverted.

You already know he's either coming to yours or getting an R&R permit to take you out to a nice hotel. Somewhere Leo can't follow you and listen in on everything. And you know he would. He'd probably sit outside your window jacking off to it. The creep.

Once you get to the hotel and shower he's back to his usual flirting and teasing. Oh? What are you staring at his chest so hard for? You're surprisingly dirty. Trying to take his towel away with your mind? You just had to ask stupid. *chuckle*

Shut him up with your tongue while you get him stretched, and maybe give his cute ass a few playful swats. He has a very nice ass. It's a shame he rarely shows it off to be honest. If you tug on his hair he'll warn you not to be too rough, can't damage his pretty mane. But give it a nice gentle pull close to his scalp and he'll moan like a slut.

He is absolutely getting on top. Sorry but he likes to ride. He might let you fuck him in other positions but cowboy is definitely his favorite. He's the rider for a reason. And god does he do it well. Rolling his hips like he's on a mechanical bull. His cock bouncing as he whines and moans whenever the strap hits his prostate. Oh but he looks anything but desperate for it, it's slow and sensual until he gets closer.

This show is almost enough to get you off without being touched. It's erotic as hell and you wonder if you should be paying for this. But once he's finished he's eating you out. No ifs ands or buts, you are getting yours too.

He's probably one of the top 5 who come back and ask for you to do it again. Slides you your food and a napkin that says what time and how big of a strap to bring. Winks at you as you walk away.

📱 Leo 📱

Bitch, he's such a bitch, creepy little snoop. What a dick. I just want to see him break and have to live with the fact that an NPC can make him a fucking mess. Tracking him down's not hard. It's the isolating him to ask about it.

You're getting laughed at first and foremost, what makes you think he'd let you anywhere near his ass with a strap on when he doesn't know how well you can use it? He's actually super turned on just thinking about it though. That doesn't mean he won't give you hell over it. He knows he's beautiful and it's hard to resist him but you really are forward. But grab him by the tie and you're shutting him up instantly.

Takes foreverrrrr to prep himself. He's such a diva. Usually set up doesn't take ten hours Leo! Once you have him back with you it's game on. He's all talk and it shows, a single finger is enough for him to start whimpering. Loud, loud loud loud! King whiner. No other ghoul can outwhine him. And it sounds so good.

Make him take it face down ass up, he's going to scream if you use a really big one. (even his screams sound good fuck this guy) But trust, he's not letting you use a small one. He is begging you to fuck him like you mean it with that thick strap. The size queen demands it fast and hard and really big.

You better praise him, he's not doing this for himself! (liar) Oh the second you start calling him pretty or good boy he's grinding back and mewling like a bitch. At this point you might need to muzzle him. He 100% screams when he cums. If you edge him he's gonna call you a whore, I'm sorry, he's not.

Even if he's an asshole you should still clean him up and give him water afterwards. He's already trying to go back to being bitchy. Typical Leo.

You'll be getting a few passive aggressive texts insinuating that you clearly want to do this again. Bonus: if you set up a camera and show the footage to him later he'll actually be speechless and fully hard in under a minute.

Jabberwock

🐰 Haru 🐰

I wanna love him so bad but I have trust issues with characters that have those always closed eyes... Another good luck situation, have fun getting him alone, no Peekaboo, and when he's not busy. On the bright side he's all ears about what you wanted to ask him.

This man? You wanna peg this bean sprout? The one obssessed with ass and overworking himself and ass? Huh. I mean he won't deny he's intrigued. He does love a good ass and he has a pretty decent one if he says so himself. And he does. Anyway! He'll do the hard part of prep first. And find someone to watch the animals properly (Towa... Ren... *i'm watching you gesture*)

Take him back to your dorm to avoid scarring anyone, or sowing jealously into the other Jabberwock boys. (It's okay guys your turn is next!)

As soon as you get him in bed he's doing everything he can to please you. And that's not where this is going sir, sorry. You will have to force him onto his back and tell him that you're in charge tonight and that he needs to just lay back, relax, and enjoy.

Squirms so much because he can't be still. Put his acrobat body to good use and fold him in half, his legs quite literally go up to his ears. It's impressive to be honest. You can also tease him with his own prosthetic arm, he'll be getting overheated and that usually stays fairly cool. Make him jack himself off while you fuck him like a rabbit. The temperature difference will leave him dizzy.

Oh he's also loud, he can't help it. You're treating him so good, making his head go blank, calling him nice things and rearranging his guts. He might be in love after seeing the reverent face you're making at him. Twitches a lot when he cums, and it's a lot too. Probably nails himself in the chin with it.

Clean him up and put him under the covers. He's yours. Expect to wake up being the big spoon, dressed in yours pjs and him in his, him holding Peekaboo. (Bastard went back late last night because he couldn't handle one night without his round boy) This will probably be a lot of your mornings after this kind of night with him. Just know he's going to be your cute little service top/service bottom/service anything you want from now on. Call him any time!

🌻 Towa 🌻

Fairy prince ass, goat eyed brat. What a demonic little angel. He's so difficult to write well. Hopefully this is good for the Towa girlies.

This is a tough one to be honest. Clearly you have to talk to him about it at night or somewhere dark. Because humming and grumbling aren't going to cut it for this discussion. Once you explain it's something you want to do to show him how much you love him he's sold.

Make sure you explain things have to be done first before you get into this. Otherwise he's going to try and do it right now. Pouts but listens to you. He's also down to do it anywhere. Literally anywhere. Does not care what animal gets an eyeful. You decide it's best to take him to your dorm.

He does need help getting himself prepped, or so he says. You think it's just an excuse to watch your concentrated face as you finger him while he whines and bucks his hips against your hand. Also kissing you every five seconds. It's hard to avoid getting into a liplock with this guy. He's also very give and take so expect to get fingered yourself as he's being stretched.

You will be facing each other. He won't have it any other way. He needs eye contact and easy access to kiss you. Play with his dick while you fuck him nice and slow and he'll make pretty little melodic noises. Likes to trap you against him by locking his legs behind you.

Playing with you the whole time, groping your ass to bring you closer? Yup. Massaging your tits and rolling your nipples? Absolutely. If you get close enough it's quite literally an 'awful brave for someone within kissing distance' situation.

He will try to make you cum with him. Whatever it takes. If you don't he's going to handle you instantly after he cums. Pouts during clean up because you aren't cuddling yet. Cuddles are inevitable, goodbye to anything you planned to do later.

Dandelion play with him again soon! Teach him more things he can do to show you his love! ❤️

🎮 Ren 🎮

Ah, angry tsundere, classic flavor, love it every time. You're getting an earful. All of which is just Ren spitting venom because he's scared. He hates intimacy as is and you want to what?! You want to put a fake dick in his ass. Does he look like a little twitch streamer femboy with an onlyfans?! Not gonna happen!

You have to build some trust before going into this. He's emotionally compromised. Man has had some shit happen to him to become such a reclusive jumpy little wet cat of a man. After some gentle convincing and persuation you find out he's actually been researching it himself. He may or may not have already prepped... shut up he's not cute for being smart about it! He isn't blushing!

Once you herd this porcupine into bed he's way more nervous. He seems like he'll sprint away the second he gets spooked. But he's being good for you, don't tease him or he might actually run. Kiss him and give him lots of praise. He'll be red in the face the entire time.

His body is cute, lanky but actually pretty well maintained. Will tell you to stop staring and get on with it. Okay spiky relax, and breathe out while you push into his stretched hole.

Oh he's biting his lip raw trying to stay quiet as you fuck him. It wasn't supposed to be this good. You keep dragging your strap over that spot that makes him see stars. His eyes are watering and he tries to avoid eye contact.

He's crying once you speed up and give it to him harder. But you know it's not pain. No he's just getting the fucking of a lifetime. Whiny whiny whimpering whiner. If he's still able to speak it's insults. Just answer them with praise and he'll shut up quick. He gets really loud the closer to his orgasm he gets, full on ahegao face. Of course he would have one. Fucking nerd.

Aftercare is a movie and cuddling in his bed. He's still blushing hours later unable to believe he just let you do that. That being said... when are you free next? No he just wants to show you a new movie series! Quit grinning you perv!

Sinostra

🎲 Taiga 🎲

Not gonna lie this bastard is who I downloaded the game for... his appearance is so my type. It's unfortunate that his personality repelled me like bug spray. But I still find him a neat little weirdo.

First off, I commend you for your bravery. This jackass depends entirely on mood. I say this with all the love in my heart but he's the cats on my cat from hell that couldn't be helped in human form... humanish... anywho!

He's impressed you have the guts to ask him this. Sure! Could be fun if you're any good at it. If you aren't... well he's probably going to shoot you. So make it worth his while kitty cat!

You have no idea if he even understands how to do prep work. Not one of the questions he answered. Hopefully he does his due diligence. He will act like it was such a pain though. So you really have to perform to a high degree here. He's already a little annoyed by the fuss of it and you have a brain to keep from being splattered on the wall.

You don't have to do much, he's already naked and lazily jacking off when you arrive. Grumbles that it took you long enough and to hurry up and get over here. It's like less than three minutes before you sink your strap into him and he groans in relief.

Do him rough, up against the wall, face down on his bed, hell you could fuck him on the probably expensive fur rug on the floor, he'll be for it. If you manage to do something he doesn't like he'll let you know. Immediately.

Will push you into the torture chair and ride you while cackling. If he's feeling generous he might have a dildo you could ride while he rides you. You will be bitten. Position be damned you will be bitten so fucking much. You'll look like a school of cookie cutter sharks attacked you.

His eyes roll back when he cums, and boy is it a hell of a peak. Still giggling like he's drunk off pleasure as he comes down. You aren't getting away from being his pillow after giving him a good time. Just be prepared to explain who you are in the morning. Probably wanna put your name in his phone as kitty cat so he knows who to text when he wants to have fun again.

🪞 Romeo 🪞

Oh mister high and mighty of noble birthings. I flipflop between wanting this man to choke and wanting to choke him personally. So how does he take the question? About as well as he takes anything with his insanely high blood pressure. Who do you think you are you BB?! You aren't anywhere near important enough to handle him like that! This will launch into his usual acronym infused tirade so take a seat and wait it out. He'll get tired eventually.

That being said I have a feeling he's used to prep work and keeps himself clean frequently. I mean he's got to be ready for anything and that means whatever he gets up to with Hyde. Oh and don't bother bringing anything, after you mentioned it he got a custom leather harness made for you. He has designer dildos, toys and lube already. Take your pick and see if he approves.

If you have the guts to ask he might even wear some pretty high end lingerie. Wine colored lace looks sooooo good on his skin tone and he knows it. He even puts on a little make up to match it. The picture of perfection and sin sprawled out on his uber expensive sheets when you show up.

You're late, quit wasting his time. If you don't give him a good time he will be pissed. Insults are thrown as per usual so time to show Romeo that Juilet is in charge here. And oh is he down for that. He's a pillow prince. Why should he have to do any of the work? He's already prepped himself and given you the opportunity to fuck him.

He's pretty sensitive though, it doesn't take much to get him going, I mean he was already half hard when you showed up. Flip him on his stomach and you see why, a cute gemstone that matches his eyes is nestled between his cheeks. He is actively taking some of the fun out of it. But the sounds he makes when you slowly pull the plug out are worth it. His well stretched hole is on display and ready for the taking. Yells at you to quit gawking and get on with it! You defintely see his neck is red from embarrassment.

Once you get the, actually super comfy, harness on and pick a toy to use it's game over. Have him on his back so you can see his face, grab his wrists and hold them close to your body. He's already moaning like it's the best thing he's ever had. Work your hips fast and make him beg for more. He's loud but it's actually a very pretty sound now.

If he cums on his expensive lingerie expect complaints. But that's only his cover to hide how blissed out and affected he is. He's a sweaty mess so you're absoluttely setting a bath for him. It better have bubbles too. And wine. Pamper him properly afterwards and he'll be calling you over at night pretty frequently. Bonus: You should ask to fuck him in the cage in his auction hall. The prettiest birds deserve the best cages right?

⚖️ Ritsu ⚖️

Jeez, okay this guy is something else. I have a hard time choosing for him. He's adorkable but his lawyer passion is just beyond me most days. Regardless, he probably doesn't know what you're talking about. Will ask you to give him time to research what you're asking him for. You get several texts later to the effect of '?????? Did you misspeak? Is this spelled differently? Hello?????' It's okay you can laugh now before you see him again. Don't laugh at his flushed face when you do see him. It's going to make him second guess himself.

That being said you should absolutely tease him by asking about how his research went. He informs you while his cheeks are red that he thoroughly checked the term and it's origins etc. Including videos... you should 100% ask to watch the ones he found later on. He agrees but you have to sign this pape- smooch him to avoid signing an NDA. He'll be quiet for a bit and tell you that he does need some time still and will give you a date and time for your after hours leisure time...

On the afformentioned day and time he will show up to your room looking cool as a cucumber despite how nervous he is. He's going into this like he's in charge. Helping you undress and folding his clothes to the side like a cute little house hubby. He's still trying to be the dominant one but his face turns very red again when he sees the toy and harness.

Time to show him who's actually in charge here. Be gentle working him open with your fingers, he's going to burst from embarrassment. (Or use Acimo and make it impossible to do anything further) Unsure what he's meant to do at this point and too embarrassed to ask. You need to tell him to relax and enjoy it.

Once you get your strap in you see the absurd calculations going on behind his wide eyes and red face. Please don't let him start on whatever wild theory he's about to extrapolate. Roll your hips slow and watch his thoughts disappear as he grabs onto your shoulders and gasps like he's been scandalized. He has to lean back and let you do the work because he's feeling too good. This was expected from his research but experiencing it is a totally different thing.

Whimpering so loud when he cums. Another one who is very duty bound and wants to give you an orgasm too. But he's too far out of it. I think he might honestly be in sub space after that. Clean him up and cuddle him close to your chest. (Personally I think he has mommy issues so he needs to be cradled in your bosom)

You'll be hearing from him again, it's going to be the most awkward proposal for sex you've ever heard but it's cute how he's trying to not show how badly he wants it again.

Hotarubi

🪭 Subaru 🪭

Delicious dichotomy man. Oh he's a fun character to pick apart. Concerning but still draws you in. There's so many variables... so many different interpretations... I digress there's so many ways I could write this one. But here we go!

Instantly flustered, covering his mouth and glancing away. Stammering nervously about how improper that would be. Secretly he's thrilled to bits that you've asked him such a thing. If he's getting hard under the tea table there's no outward proof on his perfectly tuned face. If you're to the point where you can see past it just tell him to think on it and you'll be back another day.

You defintely need to ask Zenji and Haku to clear out. Zenji because he could just wander in and Haku... I don't put voyeurism past him. Man's a bit depraved ya know. Anyway once that's taken care of find Subaru waiting in the secluded tea room for you. You've been talking over text about this because it gave Subaru the confidence (cough cough the freedom to openly grin and giggle like a sicko /affectionate cough cough) and agree.

He's waiting in a beautiful white kimono with pastel hydrangea patterns, something gorgeous and innocent looking. What's underneath is anything but, he's only wearing a cock ring that's made to mimic a strand of pearls. As he slowly leans back and unties the kimono to show you his little ensemble his blushing face is cracking a bit. He's too into it already, his mask is crumbling enough to show the curve of a grin on his lips.

Devour him. Absolutely debauch this man, leave hickies all down his neck and collarbones. He'll get to see all the flithy things you want to do with him as soon as he so much as grazes your skin. Gasping and letting out pretty breathy sounds as you work your hand on his equally pretty cock. But that's not what you're here for right now. No it's lower, you'll find he's already slick with lube and stretched quite well. Purr into his ear about how good he is or how dirty he is and he'll whine. He likes praise but also being degraded a bit? Pervert.

Take him against the tatami or the wall, hell bend him over the tea table. Subaru is into it, feeling you rut into him like you've never been this turned on before. Mark him up with your hands, your mouth, dig your nails into his hips and listen to him moan like a whore. He needs the reminders for later when he's alone again. Not that he'll be forgetting this anytime soon but tangible marks are hotter.

Cries out like he's singing when you finally remove the cock ring and let him cum. It's an angelic sound but you know he's not even close. He is definitely in need of a rest after that fucking. Laze about on the tatami with him. He'll try to recover soon and bring you tea and snacks. Keyword try. You'll probably need to be the one to get the refreshments. His hips are sore and he's half hard already from the way his hole aches.

This guy is fiending for it immediately. Obssessed with your strap game. Expect to be seeing a lot of the Subaru behind the mask. He needs you to ruin him more and more. Please mistress?

📿 Haku 📿

Ohohoho I've been waiting to get to him. Pervert. Fucking degenerate. Slut. He's perfect. He's a disaster. Can he keep it in his pants? Do we want him to? He will 100% flip it on you the second you bring it up. Pegging? Oh princess you like a little give and take? Color him intrigued. If you need pointers on the technique he can give you a lesson on the best ways to thrust your hips. Oh but you would be on the receiving end of that. Hopefully that still works to teach you?

Give him a day or two to get himself ready, he's teasing you the whole time though. Texting you about how much work this is for you but he doesn't mind if you promise you'll take good care of him. Might send you a pic of some of his own personal toy collection asking which one you want to use on him. I will not lie some of them are fairly large. And a few of them are less than human... Haku why do you have a knotted dildo... Whore.

Last text and pic you get before you see him is him tugging his uniform shirt to the side to show off a peek of red rope with this, "ready when you are princess" When you get your hands on him, oooooh boy! That tease is in for it. Rip that shirt right off of him and admire the beautiful intricate ropework he managed to tie himself into. Nothing that would restrict him from moving but it's very fashion statement the way it's done.

Kiss him hard, bruise, bite and suck on his bottom lip until he's holding himself back from humping your thigh. Steal his breath away by marking him up around the ropes, tease and bite his nipples. (headcanon that he has them pierced) He moans so much when you tug the bars between your teeth. He's a bit of a masochist.

Another one who's plugged and ready for you. His plug is a bit longer though, one with the tapered spheres. He shivers as you slowly remove the toy and berate him for taking away the joy of working him open yourself. He chuckles and says next time he'll let you have the honor. Oh he isn't ready for how hard you decide to fuck him. Put the first dildo you like the looks of in the harness and go to town on his ass. He's loud, so fucking loud you need to shove your fingers in his mouth to quiet him. Haku sucks on your fingers like it's a cock, laving his tongue all over them. Tease.

You can fuck him however you want. He takes it like a champ and archs his back like a professional whore. When he cums it's not a lot, probably due to the rope that winds around the base of his cock and balls but it's just enough to keep him partially hard. It's multiple rounds for sure. Wreck him.

Aftercare is bringing him out of sub space and untying the rope. There's so many marks from it you're going to be rubbing ointment into his red skin for a while. He's defintely not letting you use it on any hickies or bites you left. He wants those as trophies for surviving the devouring princess. You swat his ass for the remark and watch his body shiver... Oh he's doomed, the look on his face tells you he knows it and you grin.

Regular texts from him asking you to come mess him up. Always ready when you arrive. Maybe you should start calling him princess...

📜 Zenji 📜

King of poetry, feminism and big dick energy. Yes I'm using the usual cop out of he's corporeal sorry I am not trying to figure out how to peg a ghost today that's more mental skill than I have right now. This guy is yours for the taking doll. Pegging has been around a long time and he's no stranger to the term. He will admit he's not really thought about it being done to him though he's willing to give it a try for you.

Benefits of ghosthood: No need to do any cleaning of the self! Downside of ghosthood with Zenji: He still has a schedule to keep for his writing and his videos. Who'd have thought he would be this active beyond the grave? You'll have to give him a time to get down so it doesn't conflict with his creative flow. I mean other than that he's free whenever you are.

Heading back to the secluded tea house because his dear little brother doll can't hear this! He's waiting there with a pen and paper, dropping everything when you show up to do his usual exuberant greeting. Despite knowing what's happening he's oozing confidence. You had hoped to see him a little nervous but he's so happy to please you it doesn't phase him. As soon as you start undressing he just poofs his clothes gone. Ghost powers are so annoyingly convenient. And wow the big dick energy was not wrong.

You'll be lazily touching and kissing on the floor for a while. Long drawn out foreplay is the only way Zenji likes to do it. It should be sensual and loving. Slow handjobs and his fingers playing with you. Wait don't get swept up in his easy loving, you have something to do here.

Minimal stretching required to be honest, probably ghost stuff. But he's singing your praises the whole time, telling you how that felt good, higher, a little bit to the right, no dear his right. Tells you how beautiful you look as you put on your harness and push into him, it definitely makes him groan halfway through his words. Pulling you impossibly closer as you slowly rock into him.

He thinks you look dashing like this, taking control, using him in a way he didn't think of. Kissing and touching you the entire time. You guys aren't going fast until you get closer. Then he starts to make noise instead of running his pretty mouth. Moaning, whining, that lovely voice of his is low and melodic. Damn you might cum without needing to touch yourself if he keeps singing for you like this.

When he comes it's loud and he's clinging to you like a lifeline. So many kisses and so much babbling about how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. God he's so sweet. He's also immediately onboard to get you off. Which doesn't take long for him and those skilled fingers and that crooning voice begging you to tip over the edge. This man is dangerous with a capital D.

Expect to be lounging around with him after the fact for a while, lazy kisses and dozing off to the sound of the rain while he grabs his pen and paper to begin writing with his new found inspiration. You'll be doing this again for sure.

Obscuary

⚰️ Edward ⚰️

Damn this man, he's a mess. Literally. This guy is a pain to deal with normally but this is gonna be a whole other story. He's gonna throw out a bunch of bullshit the second you approach him about it. What are you talking about, love? He's old you have to spell it out for him. Hmm? You know staking is supposed to be to the heart right? He's infuriating, just tell him to be ready next time you show up.

That said you should give Rui and Lyca a heads up to clear out for the night. Rui might be clenching his fists but he's dragging Lyca away for you, he gets it. Lyca not so much. It's okay, Rui has your back. You should have the whole dorm to yourselves for the night.

When you arrive he's where he always is. Laying in bed with his laptop. Fuck that thing. You pause that video and shut it. He looks sad for a split second before you descend upon him and kiss his stupid pretty face. He hums into your kisses, caressing your neck as he pulls your body over his own. You'll get lost in the process of undressing him and yourself with all the heady kisses. Why is this guy a vampire and not an incubus?

Apparently because of his diet he doesn't need to clean himself either. But the prep and stretching is harder. You know, lack of blood makes the body work less than optimal. Sorry not sorry, you're going to be working his ass open for a while. The whole time he's staring into your soul or nipping at your ear. Husky voice whispering sugary words. Asking if he can have just a taste of your blood. Not tonight Satan.

Man's not a pillow prince. He's a whole pillow king. You will be doing all the work. Which is fine. You expected this. I mean look at who you're fucking. You knew. Speaking of he lets you hear his moans openly and without any hint of embarrassment. Fucking into him slow and steady has every little breath ending with a gasp or a groan. His voice sounds so much better when it's just crying out for you.

You could probably try to change position but he prefers seeing your face. He would make it impossible to move his body if you did anything he didn't want to do. His only movements look choreographed to be honest. Like he could star in a triple A budget porn film the way he sounds and rolls his body. The years of experience do him well.

When he cums it's very little, liquid is too precious for them to waste there. He's biting you, you're going to kill him... as soon as your body stops cumming. As you try to yell he quiets you and tells you he isn't turning you, he just needed to top up what he lost in your little tryst. Unless you wanted to be like him. He could arrange that. Smack him wherever you see fit he's just going to laugh.

He'll send you emoji filled texts later about how he would love to have you on top of him again soon. Don't keep him waiting too long dear. He's an old man remember?

🧤 Rui 🧤

Oh Rui, sweet darling Rui. (As per one of my theories this will reflect the idea that the kyklos is strong enough to repel or nullify other curses (ie. oui c'est bon) and thusforth Rui can touch us without his curse affecting us.) This man is king of being touch starved. One of the top three for sure. He's already elated and just so grateful he can even hug us at this point. Hand holding? Smooches? This is his dream come true. Sure it only works on us but right now that's enough for him. A break from having to be guarded at all times. Being touched by someone is something he's missed so so so bad.

Turn the tables when you breach this topic, he'll blush if you hook your finger into the ring shaped pendant he usually wears and tug him close. A bit startled by you asking for sure, he didn't think you'd be into that. No he's not saying he won't do it. Just surprised. His favorite girl is naughtier than he thought. Give him a night and he'll get everything ready for you. Do you have the supplies? Does he need to bring something? Just ask!

Next time you see him he's opted to come to you. He used to be in Clementia after all, the cathedral is his old haunt. Plays it so cool the whole time but he's practically vibrating with excitement. Has an overnight bag and everything. Uses your bathroom to freshen up before he joins you on the bed and falls into making out as easy as breathing.

God he missed kissing. But you make it better. Drawing gasps and grunts from him when you palm his body through the four layers he wears. Stripping him feels like opening a matryoska. But he looks so handsome shirtless, and slightly out of place. You can see he's not used to it anymore. Wearing all those layers has made him a bit shy without them. Worship his chest and remind him that he's gorgeous. Oh his nipples are sensitive. 100% moaning so loud when you suck on them.

By the time you get him undressed he's completely red and panting, cock hard and throbbing, leaning towards his stomach with how aroused he is. It's been a while okay? Give him a break. And break him. Make him sob with pleasure as you finger his loosened hole and watch him thrust his hips against you. Damn you might get him to cum with just your fingers at the rate he's going.

Watches you with loving eyes as you get your strap on and cage him in with your arms. He cums as soon as you put it in. When you try pulling out he stops you with a grip on both wrists. You can't be satisfied yet right? Come on. Keep going. Fuck him like you mean it. His dirty mouth earns him a rough thrust and he throws his head back with a moan.

He asked for it so he has to deal with it. Fucking him into full blown overstim mode, tears at the corners of his eyes as he whimpers and wails for more even though he's cum once already. You'll get at least three out of him. He's a flustered red mess by the third one but he's nothing if not a pleaser. Grabs you by the hips, despite his shaky hands, tugs off your harness and makes you sit on his face. He's gasping for air still as he eats you out in a dizzy haze. Might try to get multiple out of you too.

Once you're both satisfied he's thanking you in a low, almost reverent tone like you're his goddess who bestowed blessings upon him. Remind him with kisses and cuddles that you're not doing this for him, but because you want him too. He'll be on speed dial any time you wanna do this again. And he's down for anything so don't be afraid to tie him up or dress him up or spank him. He's down bad y'all he will thank you for literally ANYTHING you do to him.

🌕 Lyca 🌕

Prepare for the confusion first and foremost. Super eager to learn what it is that you want. When you explain he looks like a dog with its' hackles raised. Wide eyes, ears and tail out, going back and forth between turning red and going pale in the face. Gaping like a fish, the whole nine yards. Man is shooketh. Home boy out here calling this an affront against nature. Can't even stop himself from saying that won't make babies.

You will need to damage control, if he goes to Subaru you will never live this down. If he goes to Rui you'll absolutely never live it down for a whole other reason. So time to soothe the beast and hunker down in your room with some library books and get to teaching him that sex isn't just for reproduction. This will be several sessions and weeks after first confrontation before he finally warms up to the idea.

If he weren't such an I'm tough and fuzzy type of guy he'd be a shaking leaf in your room once it's time. Speaking of you had to walk him through clean up and prep so he's already a little frazzled from that. Be extra gentle with him. Start soft and kiss him sweetly. His tail is wagging... don't call attention to it or he'll pout.

Once you've got him comfortable again you can take the plunge into stretching him. He whimpers, whimperer supreme over here. Bluntly tells you it feels like a sh- Lyca shh! That's not appropriate for sexy time. He's going to hide his face as much as possible.

Getting your gear on is where you see him second guessing again. Take a short break to remind him that it's okay. You just wanna try this. If he doesn't like it then you'll stop. He loves that about you. That you take his feelings into consideration. Cuddle for a bit before you get back into it.

He will lift his hips and wiggle them when you ask if it's okay to fuck him now. It's not fair how cute it looks with his tail wagging but how sexy it is with the way his cock sways. Sliding in has him shivering, give him a minute to figure out how he feels. It'll surprise you when he starts grinding back and panting, gruffly begging you to move.

Fuck him slow but hard and you'll have a tamed werewolf boy in no time. When he realizes he's making all these noises he's going to bite your pillow. I'm sorry say goodbye to that one it's done for. If he can't get a hold of a pillow or your sheets he's going to bite his lips bloody. Closer to him cumming you're going to notice his tongue hanging out and cries of your name. It's so cute, you'll have to pamper him after he comes down.

Pet his hair and tell him what a good boy he was. He's stealing your blankets and pouting for a bit. Bring him a snack and some water and then he'll beg for cuddles. Kiss his nose and tell him how proud you are of him. Try not to spit your drink out when Rui mentions how interesting Lyca's new full moon strategy of having you hold him down all night is...

Mortkranken

💉 Yuri 💉

Yessssss I have been waiting for this little brat. (/loving) He's soooo... pathetic wet cat, but also very holier than thou. This is an interesting flavor of tsundere that is a personal favorite of mine. So diving right in. Screeching. Instant halt to everything he's doing and screeching about wh-wh-wh-wh-what are you saying?!?!?!?!?!? Are you insane?!?! How dare you even think about doing such a thing with him!!!! He's so red it makes his hair look florescent. Remind your brilliant doctor that it's not that far from a prostate exam and that he shouldn't neglect his own health. Get out of his lab you worm! -Screamed with all the command of a tiny angry kitten.

Guess who texts you later in the day with a time and day and haughty tone to his words? One Dr. Isami of course. It might not be until later in the week but you have it. He is a very busy man after all. Take the opportunity to plan how to take him apart.

The night comes sooner than you expected and you get treated to a very special house call. He's red in the face before you even let him in the door. Drag him in by the tie and push him onto your soft clean bed. He'll sputter and try to argue until you drop into his lap and start attacking his lips and jaw and ears and neck. He gets overwhelmed by the frantic pace and babbles between kisses. It's easy to tell that he's already hard just from that.

Strip him down and watch the blush go down to his chest, the shivering nervous wreck of a man before you is the total opposite of his usual self assured persona. Praise him for how pretty he looks, trying to hide his erection with his hands. Push those away before you get tempted to tie them up.

Slipping into your harness and putting the strap on into it you see his eyes follow your every move. Fear and something much hotter hiding in those teal eyes. Don't expect high energy positions from him. You do have to take the lead here or nothing will happen. Man handle him into whatever position you want and work yourself into him. He's gasping and grabbing your shoulders, pulling you close as he bites his lip.

Please kiss him a lot while he adjusts to the intrusion. Distract him and mark his collarbone with your teeth and tongue. He'll be halfway to drooling before you even fuck him. And when you do oh boy. Breathy little noises are being punched out of him with every thrust, he refuses to let you move away, his body curled around yours desperately.

Yuri will be crying, full on sobs. You know it's not pain so you just need to keep fucking him until he pops. He's loud loud, man is moaning and crying and gasping when he cums like it's the most earth shattering orgasm he's ever had. It probably is actually, his toes are curled and everything. Exhausted, he is not gonna be able to help you. But that's okay. If anything you know he'll be getting a solid night's sleep now. Tuck him into your bed with you and hold him close until morning.

Don't worry about the schedule you get after a week, giving you days and times to meet him, calculated perfectly for an optimized amount of sleep for him. (He needs you to ruin his pretty hole again he just won't admit it) ❤️

🩻 Jiro 🩻

MY MAIN MAN!!! Woo!!! (also finish line in sight aaaaaa) Lanky tin man ass. Love him so much. Now it's so simple with Jiro. He clearly thinks about it for a minute before agreeing. But you have to get Yuri to allow you to steal his vice captain for a night. His medication has to be taken around whatever plans you're trying to make. The last thing you need is to call Yuri over in the middle of it because of a flare up in his condition.

Talk to Yuri later, it's suspiciously easy to get him to lend you Jiro. He also seems to be avoiding direct eye contact. Jiro said something he didn't need to you're sure of it. Anyway, your plans are made and it's time to get to it.

Jiro is a medical professional. He cleaned and prepped himself thoroughly, and if asked he will tell you with all the technical terms included. You think you see a slight smirk as he watches the look on your face change into slight disturbance. When you get him to the bed it's easy to push him down. Undress him yourself unless you want it to take forever. Take special care of his glasses as you set them aside. He'll comment that it's hard to see like this. It's okay, you have him.

Trace his scars and kiss them as you go, he'll shiver and ask you why you think that's necessary. Hush Jiro, it's foreplay and you're hot. Grunts a lot as you continue worshipping his body and stealing his oxygen with your kisses. He wonders when you'll get on with it. Alright you pushy fiend. Time to strap on and strap in.

As soon as you push in he's got an arm around you, keeping you close enough to kiss. With how tall he is it means you've got his legs pushed up, hopefully his body can handle it for a bit. It can, and he isn't about to let you go. Grunts and lets out hot little breathy noises more than anything. If he didn't rock back against you you'd be unsure if he was actually enjoying this or not. Oh trust he's into it. He doesn't really like being in control so this is perfect for him.

That being said he won't do nothing and let you have all the fun. He's still trying to keep kissing you and tugging you down to nip at your lips. Seems like fucking him has made him more outwardly affectionate. He'll probably tell you that it was some hormonal state later. Whatever you say beautiful. Just keep moaning for me.

Jerk him off in time to your hips and you'll have him cumming in no time. His o-face is so pretty you'll want to see it again and again. But not something you're able to do right now. As you go to clean him up he'll exhert some energy you didn't know he had to pull you in and finger you until you cum. Those long fingers are so dexterous and he knows all the spots he needs to hit.

And now you're trapped in the bear hug. Post coital Jiro wants one thing and one thing only and that's skin to skin contact with you. When you wake up he's gone back to Mortkranken for his medicine but he sent you a text about how he enjoyed it and Yuri says his vitals are looking nice this morning. So you'll have to run this experiment again soon to see if these results are related or not. You just know he had that little smile on his face when he constructed that excuse to get you to rail him again.

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PS pouring one out for @kykloss who inspired me to finish this but deactivated a few days ago, you would have loved this shit my dear.

[saiintvalentiine]

the amber house

Summary: There is a house in the woods and Kenadian can't keep running.

Notes: this is. something. i have some other ideas in this realm that i want to work on, but idk when ill get to them. this is completely unedited, so pls feel free to point out any SPAG errors :} enjoy! divider

Word count: 2,160

Ken hates snow. He hates it in the way an animal might; it chills his clothes and sneaks into his ears and ruins his balance as he runs. It weakens him. He can’t hear the train tracks anymore, can’t feel the rumbling of dozens of cars rushing across thousands of miles of metal railing, but he can’t stop running and falling and scraping and standing and running. He’s been running for what feels like no time at all, what feels like forever, what feels like his last moments alive.

There were warehouses and wasteland where he began, but now there’s nothing but forest, thin and wispy and lashing his cheeks and blending with the sleet and—

And light. Sweet, orange-tinged light. He wants to crash into it, sink into it, feel if it’s as warm as it looks. He’s exhausted. He tumbles into the light, landing at the foot of a raised porch, all dark wood and hellebore petals.

He’s a wanted man. He can’t stay here. He doesn’t know where he can stay, his legs hurt, he’s—

“You look like you’ve been dunked in a bucket.”

A shadow cuts through the light. Ken struggles to get up, get off the ground, get back to running, but all he manages is to sprawl on the porch steps.

“Well. That’s not ideal, I’ll admit. Come on, come here, we’ll get you warm and dry.”

The shadow disappears and the light returns and Ken drags himself onto the porch and shakes his sopping wet hair out.

“Do you— you just leave your front door open?” Ken croaks as he stands up.

“You can enter if you want but don't critique a stranger’s life so flippantly.”

Ken staggers towards the doorway, pausing just before the threshold. The walls are pale and the floor is covered in jewel colored rugs and the smell of hot, spiced food slams into him like a bullet to the brain. He hesitates for only a moment before stepping inside.

“Welcome.”

Ken follows the scent into the kitchen, the heat of the house melting away the snow clinging to his clothes and dripping onto the floor of an overstuffed kitchen.

“I'm making rabbit stew, but it'll take a while longer.”

“That sounds. . .” Ken stomach clenches.

“Good. I'm Wifies by the way.”

Ken blinks through the rivulets of water melting into his eyes.

“Augh, stop dripping on the floor,” Wifies is suddenly in Ken’s space, manhandling him away from the kitchen. Ken hisses as he's shoved into a bathroom. “Shower. There's clothes and towels in the closet. Don't come out until you're dry.”

A light is flicked on, the door is slammed shut behind Ken, and then there's silence. The food smell doesn't reach under the door.

The bathroom is just as overstuffed as the rest of the house, the linen closet nearly spilling out with fabric and the countertop covered in lotions and soap bottles. Ken feels dizzy looking at it, but there's a shower, and when he tests the water, it's blessedly hot. He drops his soaked clothes on the floor and stands under the hot water and picks through what feels like fifty bottles of hair products and eighteen different soaps. He even conditions his tail for good measure. Best to use up all the goodwill he can before this guy realizes who he is.

He feels less like an icicle when he steps out. There's an eclectic collection of clothes stuffed into bins in the linen closet. He finds some sweatpants and a shirt that fits alright enough, and digs through his pants pockets. He pulls out his key necklace from the depths, but also his escape room keys and . Then, he bundles up his towel and possibly ruined clothes to take out. He's not even really sure what he's doing until he's back at the kitchen, watching the practiced dance of a familiar kitchen.

“Oh, you're done. Good, I'll just toss that stuff to wash, leave it on the bathroom floor.”

“Do you know who I am?” Ken blurts out.

“What, have you forgotten?” Wifies turns to look at Ken, and now without the sting of freezing air in his eyes, he gets a good look. Black hair streaked with white, pale skin, a smattering of moles, and most strikingly, violet eyes that narrow like the tips of pins. “No, you definitely know who you are.”

“I do!”

“Then why are you asking me?”

“Are you kidding me— I'm dangerous, don't you know?!”

“Dangerous?” Wifies snorts and turns back to the pot of stew. “You're like a bug to me. Annoying, but not dangerous.”

Ken prickles at that. He's dangerous, it's true, it's why he's here in the first place, why he was snow-slicked and half dead already.

“Kenadian, leave that wet pile in the bathroom before you drip anymore on my floor,” Wifies says. 

Ken sputters, saying, “So you do know who I am!”

“I never said I didn't.”

“You—”

Ken groans and does as he's told for once.

“Would you like to eat?” Wifies asks when he comes back to the kitchen, finally able to sit at the curiously empty dining table.

“. . . Yes.”

“Wonderful. I've made rabbit stew.”

Ken is served a steaming hot plate of stew, spoon place directly into his hand, and he wastes no time in digging in. He knows he needs to be more critical about what's happening right now, he's still on the run, he's still a killer.

Even killers need to eat.

Wifies sits across from Ken, eating his own bowl of stew at a much slower pace. It's much smaller than Ken's, which he'd find funny if he wasn't too busy stuffing himself.

“Once your clothes are dry, you can head out,” Wifies says, stirring his spoon through his stew slowly. “You can sleep in the meantime if you'd like.”

Ken chokes and struggles to swallow down a chunk of carrot.

“Wait, are you kicking me out?”

“You have places to be,” Wifies says, waving his free hand around. “And you wouldn't want to stay here anyway.”

Ken isn't restless. Not yet at least.

“Not my house,” Ken mumbles, looking back down at his bowl.

Wifies makes a noise, like a huff, but Ken just focuses on eating until he feels sick with it.

“Your earrings,” Wifies says suddenly. When Ken looks up, Wifies’s head is tilted as he stares at Ken's orange ear. “They're made of metal?”

“Yeah,” Ken can't help but touch them, a pink enamel flower and a gold and amethyst stud stacked on the outer side of his ear.

“You'll get frostbite on them if you keep them on,” Wifies says. He's not wearing any jewelry. “When you leave, you should take them off until you can get somewhere warm.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

“No problem. I'll set the couch up.”

Wifies stands and puts his bowl in the sink, walking around Ken and further into the house. Hunger sated, clean and warm, Ken thinks. He finishes his stew and puts the emptied bowl into the sink and stands at the threshold of the kitchen and looks around. The entrance is like a small mudroom, most of the front of the house overtaken by the kitchen itself. Cold air breezes in from the wide open door, but no snow lays on the porch or wanders in, and the cold only brushes up against Ken when he stands right in front of it. He stares out into the wispy darkness, the snapping tree branches, the sizzling white of the world, and takes a step back.

There may be something strange here, but there's no train, no breaking of his memory, no mask. He touches his cheek. No mask.

“Ken?”

Ken turns around to see Wifies ducking out of a doorless doorway down the hall.

“Don't steal my clothes,” Wifies fusses, frown so deep that he looks comical.

“I won't! Jeez, I was just looking.”

“Well, I pulled the couch out and made it. You can lay down whenever you want. I'll get your clothes washed.”

Wifies enters the bathroom, taking Ken's clothes before disappearing into another doorway. Ken drags his feet until he reaches the first doorway, where a worn green sofa bed with overstuffed pillows and a patchwork quilt awaits him in a dimly lit room. Suddenly, he realizes how much he hurts, the strain in his thighs and stinging in his chest not quite gone. He finds himself crawling under the quilt and curling up.

Ken's going to die in this house isn't he? He's laying down to sleep in a house in the middle of the woods he found while running away from his trial.

He falls asleep anyway.

A tinny radio is what wakes him up. It's distant, and Ken's eyes still feel sticky, but he pushes himself upright. It sounds like— it's indistinct honestly, but there are no voices, just music. He rolls off of the mattress and follows the music back to the kitchen where Wifies is pricking his fingers sewing a hole shut on Ken's hoodie.

“Ah, Ken,” Wifies says, not looking up from his work. The door is still open, snow still floating down through the night. “Your clothes are all clean. I'm just mending this bit here.”

He snips the black thread and hands it to Ken, along with his neatly folded pants. Ken takes them. He sniffles, nose still stuffy from sleep. He turns. He shuffles his way back down the hall towards the bathroom.

“Don't forget to take your earrings off!” Wifies calls out. “Frostbite, remember?”

Ken grunts. He does, as he's getting dressed, take his earrings out and pocket them, though he has to take his escape room keys out to make sure they don't land on top of them and fall out. He puts them on the counter top and hunts for a nice smelling lotion.

Use up all the goodwill, remember?

Once he smells nice, he returns to the kitchen. Wifies’s plain blue sewing kit sits on the kitchen table, a dark, marbled wood slab that looks like it weighs a hundred pounds. He's put a kettle on the stove, bright orange and covered in poorly painted lemons, and there's a robin's egg blue mug next to it.

“The decor in this house is a mess,” Ken comments.

“You're insufferable, by the way,” Wifies says drily. “Get out of here will you?”

Wifies's tone is almost charmed, but the words themselves—

“Do you really know who I am?” Ken asks. His clothes are warm and clean and his stomach is full and he's got that itch under his skin that tells him he's been in one spot for too long. He just wants to know. “Like, really?

“You're Kenadian,” Wifies says. “I know what that means. Do you?”

Ugh. Philosophical shit.

“Obviously.”

Wifies groans and rounds up on Ken, pushing him towards the door. Cold laps at his feet.

“Yeah, alright, enough of that, get lost,” Wifies shoos him away with both hands. “You've got nothing left to do here.”

And the thing is, Wifies is right. Ken could try to sweet talk him into letting him stay for longer, but he doesn't want to. He wants to go— fuck, he's not sure, but he wants to go. He got out of the train, got away from his imprisonment, escaped his fate for another day, and he doesn't want to stay here. It's a nice house, but Ken doesn't want a home. He wants to go.

“Don't push me,” Ken grumbles, stepping onto the porch. He turns around to look at Wifies. “And, uh, thanks for letting me stay. Or whatever.”

“Or whatever,” Wifies echoes with a snort. “Don't get caught.”

“I won't.”

Ken basks in the light for only a moment longer before hopping off the porch and running. He doesn't look back.

Wifies sighs as the kettle wails. He ignores it in favor of heading to the bathroom. Sitting on the counter is a carabiner with a handful of colorful keys on it. He picks it up and heads back to the kitchen, turning the heat off on the stove and twirling the carabiner around his finger over and over.

The radio on the windowsill over the sink, small and silver and still functional after all this time, sputters and spits.

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run, it sings, Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun,” Wifies sings along, pocketing the keys for now as he pours the water for his tea. The scenery outside the window changes in streaks of static and light. “Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run.”

The snow is gone when Wifies looks up. Instead, it's endless rolling hills of grass and nothing else, moon bright and high and lonely in the sky.

He takes his tea and makes his way to his bedroom. He leaves the front door open, as always, just in case.

[chokchokk]

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄) | choi san x fem!reader

a requested drummer boyfriend!san one-shot

“How do I feel like, Sannie?”

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : With your eyes on his playing, San feels like a superstar. 

You, on the other side, feel super horny. Mamma Mia…

“You feel like you're mine."

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : fluff, smut

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 7.8k

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : established relationship, a bit cocky but very sweet drummer!san, shy but not inexperienced girlfriend!femreader, sensory overload & deprivation, slight dry-humping (f), light-hearted teasing, pet-names (sun, sunshine, sunny, baby), explicit consent, verbal & physical reassurance, blindfolding, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, love-making, passionate sex, unprotected sex (not sorry), cussing; banging against the wall and mattresses squeaking used as a narrative and poetic device, barely plot just good fuck and tuck (aftercare)

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : i wrote this in 4 long sessions while i had a very horny long distance relationship with drummer!san due to all the business i experienced while working on this lol. i missed him any time i couldn't write for him, which, over the course of almost 2 months (i'm sorry)... is long.... i promise it is sweet and love-making but uh. horny. i was drunk for a big chunk (like a half) of writing this (took care of obvious errors but tell me if you find anything please omg.) anyway lmao hope you have fun reading it <33 always appreciate reblogs, likes and comments/feedback xoxo

𝚝𝚊𝚐-𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 : @ateezstanforever : @sanwhalvr : @itsvxlentine : @jeonride : @r1kitti : @sanniesbunnie : @northerngalxy (thank you!!!)

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[ what he’s playing : MAMMAMIA / FEEL / FOR YOUR LOVE ▸ Måneskin | playlist ]

OH, OH, OH, AUGH!

There he goes again, your boyfriend, his black earphone plugged deep into one ear, drum sticks held firmly in his hands, hammering down on the drums he's been abusing for the past, uh — gosh, how long has it been? An hour? A lifetime? 

You love your Sannie, you really do, but when you signed up to be the girlfriend of infamous drummer “Sun Set”, you were expecting heated, secret glances from the stage to the audience, feverish making out-sessions post-concert, and while you do get those things in an overdose, listening to drum covers (without the vocals, mind you) on repeat until your ears actually fall off–? No, that one was not on the initial contract.

And, come on, it's finally the weekend after one long, exhausting week, which San and you usually spend trying to de-stress, relax and relieve yourself. So yes, if it was as usual, you would be spending your sweet time with your boyfriend right now— if it wasn't for his upcoming competition with his band.

Alright. It’s not to say that you are being forced to stay here in between these soundproof walls, covered by graffiti San's bandmates left to immortalize their jam-sessions, and don’t forget the pungent smell of tobacco that will without a doubt stick to the hoodie you fetched after he took it off— you do want to be a supportive girlfriend that’s worth winning those 1K for.

So, you’ll still give him a thumbs up and applause every time he finishes with a song, tilts up his head triumphantly, fingers running through his incredibly disheveled red hair that has formed singular spikes of sweaty strands, while the drum sticks still rest in his hands with his breath all messed up. He gives it his all, but what you understand is that San gives even more when you are there to watch him: At least that’s what you’re seeing right now, when he doesn't give himself more than five seconds to transition to the next track.

Lower lip bitten deep by his teeth, face pulled together to a concentrated frown, head rocking up and down, side to side, with his red locks waving around in the wind of his energy and feet aggressively stomping down the bass drum, your boyfriend feels his music, always, with his whole body, his mind drowns and explodes with the help of his loud instrument, and as you sit there, on the couch, a pillow clenched in between your legs– you try to balance out the overbearing noise by digging your nails into the cushion, and you deal with the “awe” you feel for your boyfriend being so immersed by his artistry, god, so astonishingly burning and afire— by pressing your thighs together so the beats of his drum can finally stop pulsating between them.

San doesn’t smile when he plays, you noticed it a while ago, makes an almost disgusted-looking face by scrunching his face together, especially when he really hammers down the cymbals and throws his head to the back, drilling holes into the ceiling with his eyes as if he’s challenging the gods to come stop him, his thick neck glistening in his sweat, his pulse pumping through the vein that is bulging out. 

Oh, mamma…

You hope those gods do have mercy with you, because San looking like this does things to you that go beyond just feeling fear that he’s going to throw his shit to the floor. It makes you go into a craze that he’s also wearing a very drenched black tank top and pair of ripped jeans, his black bandana he had on his head is now tied around his thigh, and his arms are flexing with each time he’s thwacking down on his tom-toms and smashing the cymbals— fuck, where does your boyfriend get the time to go to the gym? Is it getting hot in here? You can’t possibly be enduring overheating on top of a headache, you’ll actually pass out or have to rip off your clothes in its entirety. But, shit, look at him— your boyfriend looks absolutely carnal right now and you can’t even slightly touch him, you’re going to melt. Like actually melt into mush.

… mia.

San is going through his usual cathartic euphoria, the snaring sounds of his drums and cymbals penetrate your ear cut and clean, but while you usually can bop your head to it, listening to him does slightly differ, when your brain clenches after each sound that follows the other. 

It’s 1 AM. The weekend has just started. It’s been two hours of his practice now, with a small ‘make-out break’ that is already more than thirty minutes ago. San promised you, ‘just one last song and I’ll be there for you, yeah?’, but there goes he, your boyfriend, Choi San, Sun Set, drumming along to his tenth or something song, overflowing in intense passion.

You could have been lying in bed with him, San in your arms or you in his, smothered by his love or something, anything; Please, just… No more beating the skin. No more rudiments, diddles– you don’t want to hear none of it, and you know you’re being an immodest glutton for your boyfriend thinking of him like this, but there’s nothing else on your mind except him and how bad you want him to stop playing. Of course you can’t say that out loud, at least not that he could hear it over the sounds of his drums, especially over how loud the music in his earbuds is set, the vocals screech through the plastic so even you can hear the shouts.

San values his musical time with his drum, needs it to feel secure for the competition, it would be cruel to interrupt him just because you have a headache and an even more so aching cunt, right?

No, you dummy.

San is your boyfriend. Or no, you, dear, are his beloved girlfriend. He’s not going to let you sit here and suffer, even if you mean well for him and watch Sun Set be hot. Being his scarily attentive self, he catches the strain in your face and immediately stops stepping into the bass drum with his sneakers. A very acute quietude interrupts his playing and washes all of your boiled up headache away.

Silence.

It can sound so sweet, can’t it? Can feel so sweet, too…

“Hey, are you okay, sunshine?”, San asks, and after your ears get used to the lack of sound, you see his sweat drop from his forehead, hear his voice soft and molten, which starkly contrasts the overwhelming volume of the instrument he’s been playing.

“No, it’s nothing,” you murmur, failing at hiding your discomfort, as the pillow still rests in your hands, nail marks as visible as visible can be on the velvety surface. You’ve obviously been scratching that, don't even try to hide it.

“Oh, sunshine,” San sighs with a sorrowful smile that understands immediately, and after he swings his legs from the stool, he makes his way to you with open arms to slide them under your armpits.

You liquefy in his hug, the pillow tumbling out your groin, body going lax immediately as you wrap yourself around his neck, sinking into him. The couch squeaks a bit upon the impact of San falling into it, but the shrill noise is nothing compared to the beat of his drums. His embrace engulfs you, makes you feel sunken in remedy, reverie and warmth– and the slippery surface of his back only adds to the experience of having your lover in your arms. All that was a buzzing chaos— San makes it golden, melting your tense body, lifting it up to gently sit down on the couch side-ways with you on top, your ear listening to how his heart knocks against his ribcage, slowly, loudly, steadily.

“It’s past midnight already!”, he gasps silently, looking at the clock, “Why didn’t you tell me, sunny?”

“You had that look on again,” you whine, face planted into his breast, god, his pillowy, sweaty chest— and look up to him, as he strokes over your back.

“I have something like that?”, San hums, voice is kept low so he doesn’t irritate you in any way, though there’s a slight suggestive swing in the repetition of your words, “A look?”

His eyebrow twitches up and his lips are curled into a smirk, wanting you to tell him in detail what’s gotten you to fidget around with the pillow and whine in impatience, clearly bleeding in confidence that comes from having not missed even the slightest beat of the songs.

You didn’t think drummers were that sexy, since the usual limelight was kept on the flirtatious vocalists, powerful guitarists or the red-blooded bassists, but after San had invited you to one of his jam-sessions on the third date, your life had been tilted upside-down, rocked, and your fate settled. (It was really rough to not fall around his neck after his drum-solo, peculiarly when Seonghwa and Wooyoung kept making jokes about your red cheeks, but you still remember the way San asked you whether you were alright with his heavy breath, and, oh god, does it still turn you on to this day.)

If it’s not the look he has on his face every time he pounds into his instrument, the one which you can feel flutter in between your legs, it’s most certainly the look in his eyes he has on right now, the sultry, slightly taunting gaze that’s trying to make you sweat, and as if the room isn’t heated up enough, his dark irises spark in between his eyelashes, kindling a fire in you that definitely needs extinguishing— so best believe he should know it.

“Your fans tell you every day, Sannie,” you groan, embarrassment croaking your voice while you snuggle yourself deeper into his comfortable body, his thigh parked between your legs. You can feel the knot of his bandana stroke your core and you shudder a little bit, a cracked breath escaping out your nose. Your boyfriend raises his eyebrows– doesn’t seem to acknowledge how you inhale deeply– and San exhales out a chuckle, answering, with glittery puppy eyes that make you unable to say no any further, “I’d like to hear it from you though, sunshine…”

You slump deeper into his flesh and as his bandana grazes the thin layer of your booty- shorts again, you savor how slow he’s breathing and how warm he feels under you, sighing, “Sannie, when you play the drums… It’s like… W- wow, what do I say, you know…”

“Aww, don’t be shy now,” San croons and doesn’t acknowledge how he’s encouraging you to keep grinding needily on his thigh, hands skidding to your ass to cup them delicately, drifting and pushing you over slowly. “I don’t know, Sannie… You–,” you whirr and you have to inhale sharply after your sensitive bud tingles, “You… make my head hurt, Sann- n- nie.”

Alright, let’s be honest here. You’re lying through your teeth, and San chuckling is confirmation that he doesn’t believe the lie one single bit.

Yes, your head hurts, but that was his music, not San as the only man who could take care of all the feelings that have been jamming up like crazy. Feelings being a gut-wrenching mix of longing, craving, lusting for San as hard as you do. Even now, you can count the drops of sweat on his face dripping down his freckled neck you’ve already previously admired, but seeing it up close makes you quite greedier, especially when you can still make out his flavor on your tastebuds from having had your tongue down his throat a (too long) while ago. Not to forget his fingers groping into your plump butt right now, and it’s confusing how your boyfriend’s visage can stay as innocuous as it looks while he’s obviously supporting you on chasing your thrill.

After the silence that follows San’s chuckle, your boyfriend speaks up again, and despite the air being undeniably thick, his voice vibrates comfortably in his ribcage, lulling in the side of your head; “I’m so sorry for making your pretty head hurt, Y/N.” 

You click with your tongue, pouting, gathering a bit of your energy that’s slowly coming back, and grab San by his shoulders. You turn your head so your chin is poking into his sternum, looking right to where he’s eyeing you down. You stop grinding and he looks with a smile.

“How can I make it up to you, hm?”, your boyfriend snickers softly, hands disappearing under his hoodie to trail you down your back and waist with his fingers. You feel fuzzy and velvety under his touch, and him gently breathing out “sunny” melts in your ears like a restorative, refreshing breeze after the endless knocks of his drums intimidating you and tying your throat shut.

“My ears were seriously killing me, I think,” you admit, but the cute pout remains formed on your lips.

“Ohh, Y/N, I’m– I’m really sorry to hear that. I really didn’t want to make you hurt, sunny, I promise,” San sniffles and mirrors your pout; you get the hunch he does feel very, very sorry this time, yet his hands are very guilty of slithering up your back and— clip! Open up your bra.

Ignoring that you flutter, feel light and feel the relief already, you uncontrollably giggle in surprise and push yourself up, getting to see more of your boyfriend’s handsome face. He has stopped pouting now, using his tongue to wet his red-tinted lips with a friendly, yet very ferocious smile. “You know the songs I was playing right now, sunshine?”

“No, I don’t,” you answer with continuing honesty.

Your boyfriend chuckles, “hm, maybe it’s better that way,” voice dripping like honey, but the sweet innocence is feigned, making you curious of what he’s hiding from you, deflecting from the very evident scene he’s painting.

His caramel skin proves it; for the particularized taste, heat must be added for sugar to win aroma, and your boyfriend is testing the theory to its limits.

Gliding his hands to your hips, San gets your cheeks burning, and when he hooks his fingers into his hoodie and drives it off your body, you lick over your lips asking yourself if you need any clarity to know where this is going; With your arms raised, your boiling skin meets fresh air through your drenched shirt and you shudder for a short moment, before your boyfriend gets his hands on the bra, fetches it, and slithers it out your arms.

After it drops to the ground and San sees your nipples poke through your shirt, he shifts his weight to the front to make you trip on your back, and takes off his tank top with both of his hands. His lats spread frighteningly wide and you let out a gasp. You’ll never not be surprised about how beefy your boyfriend is; San’s sweaty body expands in front of your eyes, and his collarbones are perfectly in your sight, as he hovers over you with his hand propped next to your head. There’s a wave of heat hitting your face and you aren’t sure whether you’re blushing or if his body is just genuinely that thermal.

Adopting the rather playful tone of your lover, you sulkily murmur, “It’s unfair if you don’t tell me about those things now, Sannie,” letting your finger trail along his slippery chin with softness, aware that you will only semi-attentively listen to his words from how distracted you are from his fallen eyes that are slowly flaming up. There’s only two things on your mind and while one of them includes going home, the other one can be perfectly executed on the couch.

“Oh, so naughty things, sunny, I don’t know if you want to hear about them, actually.” 

San chuckles, his words contradicting how eagerly he kisses your hand, piercing through you with his eyes, making you melt. He gets his upper body up, his knees caging you in and you murmur “tell me about them”, as your boyfriend grabs you by wrist to help you move it down his chest that is still perceivably sleek, down to his abs that are just as lubricious and then, with a heavy sigh he definitely forms into a clear “ha~” leaving his mouth which makes your insides wobble.

Your boyfriend is such a tease. On stage, he doesn’t get to be as interactive as his band-counterparts do, like getting their sweat-drenched heads dangle down to the crowd and be ruffled through their hair, but Sun Set surely takes off his top oftentimes enough so every fan of his can admire his build. Your boyfriend’s amazing build. 

He lets go of your hand to go through his red hair with a smirk, peeking down at his belt, clearly driving you into a wall here which is going to feel feathery light, but still so scary to brush against your skin— you have to make a choice here, one that makes your voice come out stuttered, one that proves to San that he's on the right track, cooking you up deliciously.

San might be a tease, but ohh, Y/N. You’re just so fun to tease, aren't you?

“P.. Please, Sannie,” you murmur, shyly, voice whispery because the headache fizzles inside your head, rather cripplingly slowing down your thoughts. He knows he likes it a bit too much, you being shy, but there’s something twitching inside his pants, when San thinks about the things he can do to you tonight to make you react even more, a smirk hurrying onto his face.

“Mmmm,” he hums, and you watch him collectively gather the bits and tits of his vivid, loud, rocking mind, silence remaining strikingly strong between you two, your head beaming everytime he doesn’t say anything to take his time to think. 

“Things you were doing with that pillow for example,” San hushes. Your hands move by themselves to unbuckle his belt, and while you do blush a little bit, both your hands get the black leather strip out the clip with hurried motions. “Or the things you were doing to my thigh just a second ago, sweet sunshine.”

Your boyfriend snickers and once his belt is on the floor too, he shuffles a bit to the back and wraps his fingers around your ankles, pulling you so you lay straight on the couch, while he’s kneeling between your legs, cowered as small as his big frame allows it.

“I- I don’t think I understand yet, Sannie,” you droop, wanting San to get more explicit with you so you can swim in his vulgarity that he oozes, and also make him finally confirm you don’t have any reason to be embarrassed about being the only one whose guts are demanding to be stirred. He’s getting more bricked up, and since his baggy jeans are hanging loose now, you can see his cockhead bulge out his boxershorts. “I think you need to explain it more…”

You gulp at the wet patch and flutter with your eyelids, and with San’s thumbs caressing your love handles and leaning towards over your torso, his heat radiates to your face again. You were feeling a bit more bold, but no, you could never get used to how intensely San looks at you. His eyes speak a thousand words, sing a million songs, and they’re all about getting a bite of the red on your cheeks and taste how it will melt into his tongue. There’s a droning buzz which thumps into your eardrums and it’s blood rushing to your head at the incalescence of your boyfriend, who doesn’t let a second pass where he’s not touching you, even when he’s pulling off your t-shirt from your body.

“Hmmm, maybe you’re just not able to listen correctly, my love,” San sneers, almost paradoxically sweet, and arousal boils in your guts, while your sweated body gets used to the new temperature, your boyfriend’s hands cupping your breasts once, just to have finally get a touch. “Because of the headache, right? Mmm, right,” he murmurs to himself, and San unravels the bandana on his thigh.

You look at how he straightens the fabric in front of you, and how his hands slowly approach your head. “Will you let me fix that, sunshine?”

“Wh.. What are you going to do, Sannie?”

“Show,” and San instantaneously corrects himself, after he lets the slightly warmed up fabric drape over your forehead, ”hmm, make you hear,” to then let it fall over your eyes, getting very close to your ear, so his warm lips line your earlobe, his raspy voice reverberating in your ear. “Make you hear yourself, Y/N.”

“Yeah..?”, you whisper, and look at San for a last time– his eyes sparkle in excitement that can’t be heard through the droopiness of his voice:

“Listen to how my love makes you feel, baby.”

Ayayay…

“How is this, Y/N?”

“Lemme see,” you joke and you blink a few times, after the bandana has been tightened behind your head. It is pitch-black dark in front of you. Quickly, you feel how you’re getting more aware of San’s breath coming through and leaving his mouth– you following his slow pace soon enough– and feel especially how his rough fingers are tucking in your hair so he gets to see all of how your face muscles pull together in pleasure, sending your cheeks and nose into a ticklish wave of sensation.

“It’s,” you say, but what was once a steady voice turns– after getting goosebumps all around after San courses down your neck to your sternum with the tips of his fingers– into a whimper: “A- amazing, Sannie.”

You hear San sigh, and you’re sure it’s a sigh of awe, him watching your hand search for his so you can hold it. He intertwines the fingers immediately, and when he’s at your shorts with his other hand, fingers delving to where your hip fits perfectly into his hold, San begins peppering kisses on your abdomen, you falling apart into a tense, sensitive mess at the cause of his touch.

“Can you feel how my fingers and lips feel against your skin?” 

You weakly nod, his thumb chafing over your skin, as San gets his hand out and touches you everywhere.

“Words, sun. Your pretty voice, I need it to continue, alright?”

“Yes, Sann–”, you answer, but you shudder, when San lets his digits dangle over your breast, ghost-like little grazes spreading over your torso, shoulders tucking in by themselves, as you feel it run over your back like your wings are expanding, “nngh-nie…”

“So soft, aren’t you, sun? So soft for me,” your boyfriend murmurs against your fuzzy tummy, and hooks his fingers into your waistband. You were intending to hum a forlorn ‘mhm’ to answer him again, but it comes out whimpered, after San lets his thumb, which is still anchored to your hand, slither over your cunt, his thumb tickling over your now even more sensitive nub.

“Can you feel how warm you are?”, he whispers, becoming a bit greedier with the kisses he’s spreading down your pelvis-bone, accompanying how carefully he’s sliding your clothing off, your skin being more and more revealed to his eye, while you live with the uncertainty of darkness in front of yours. “How do I feel like, Sannie?”, you ask him, hearing your own voice ricochet in your throat, your ears have become more conscious of sound.

“You feel like,” he whispers, and then, when the shorts have reached your knees, and San breathes against where your cunt is soaked in your panties, he purrs, “you’re mine.” 

His voice condenses warmly there, like a sweat, and you clench just by how raw your boyfriend speaks. The thought of him seeing your soaked cunt also just makes you run hot, and if it wasn’t for his elbow keeping you open, you would’ve closed down on him.

“Y- yeah?”, you shudder, as it seems that San is breathing in the lust-sodden heat from between your legs.

“Would you like to say it for me, sun? I would love to hear it…”

“I’m.. I’m y-yours, Sannie,” you choke out, and you are really not meaning to be as shaky as you are, but just when you thought you knew what you were about to get touched at your erogenous area, San has somehow managed to hover over your body and has bit into your lip, the darkness in front of you feeling even more blurry in front of your eyes due to the sudden gesture. “Hmmn–!”

San chuckles. “Aww, relax, sunshine. Trust me, Y/N, okay? I won’t hurt you, but if I do, just tell me. I’ll stop immediately,” he reassures the safety you find yourself in, despite not seeing anything in front of you. As you nod and let out a confident “Yes, Sannie,” with a deep breath in, San hums and pinches your nipples.

“Sannie!”, you whine out, and your voice cracks, when you feel his tongue circle your bud and his eyelashes flutter against your eye-collar, seemingly soothing the little surprise with his warm saliva. “Yes, sunny? Do you want me to stop?”, San asks, his cocky grin unmissable in his voice, his other thumb tickling your nipple.

“N- no, I-I mean–”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

His voice is slightly lispy from how your nipples are stuck between his lips, San softly sucking them in, pecking your flesh around with cottony kisses. 

“Yes, good… v-very.” 

“More?”

“Yes, yes, more.”

“You’re so cute, Y/N,” San laughs throatily, and then traces your silhouette, making you even woolier than before, a little squirm leaving your mouth, when his thumb meets your feverish crotch. “Your sounds,” San sighs, and presses his lips against your neck, his upper body slightly weighing into yours, as it seems that he’s holding himself up by grabbing into the backrest of the couch, “are my drug, baby.”

“Mmm-hm,” you answer, trying to keep your mind where his voice leads you, but you’re too busy feeling how San’s fingers sift slowly through your folds, softly, carefully, feeling every inch of slick squelch warmly around his digit. “Fuuuck,” San grunts into your ear, circling his fingertip around your clit, causing you to grab his wrist that has wandered to the top of your head. You have to gulp, and your boyfriend takes it as a sign to go a bit slower on you, but it doesn’t stop San whispering things to make you spiral into a hypnosis. “Fuck, sunshine, you’re so fucking sexy…”

A whimper leaves your opened mouth, as San chuckles in awe and coats his fingers with more of your arousal. “Is this what happens when you watch me play, sun? Getting all wet for Sun Set?”

It feels like your head is going to fall off your neck, when you softly nod up and down, San’s finger continuing to make you clench by stroking over your clit. “Th- this is what happens when,” you murmur, pushing down on his wrist as your lower abdomen continues to flutter and his lips nibble at your neck, his tongue working around a sensitive spot, “wh- when my boyfriend kisses me and then ignores me for an hour…”

“Aww, ignoring you?”, San whispers, easing his fingertip at your entrance, your hot hole immediately tightening around him, “I could never ignore you, my love…”

“Hngh, I don’t think so, Sannie… You were so concentrated on your drums…”

San whispers out, “I’m sorry”, as he curves his finger a little, caressing your inner skin fondly. You feel how thick his digit is and your glutes tense up. It doesn’t stop you from speaking your truths though.

“It’s okay, Sannie… It looked so… fucking… hot.”

“Really?” Your boyfriend gasps, always loving how you sneak in some brass into your words, and sucks lovesomely at your neck, his humming vibrating against your pulse, his finger pushing in through your arousal that gives him an easy entrance. “So say again, I made your head hurt because I’m so ‘fucking hot’, sunny?”

“Mhm,” you answer, and after San’s whole finger curls inside, you mewl out, “you’re the hottest man there is, Sannie– you’re– you’re so hot I don’t know what to do with myself. Only you can make me feel like this…”

“Fuuck…”

Your words seem to rile your boyfriend up very much, it is getting very difficult for San to not immediately run his fingers in and out, maintaining a slow pace that you feel expanding your tightness. “S- Sannie, you… you make me so crazy,” you whine out, his fingertip grazing over your sweet-spot, making you clench, “You make me feel so amazing, y- you are amazing, such a good musician and boyfriend, baby, you’re– nmmmh~!”

San couldn’t help himself and had to finally kiss you, his plump lips encasing your mouth, tongue running over yours the second he’s able to find contact. The warmth of his sweet saliva floods your mouth and you have to moan in some air.

“‘mmmsorry, sunny,” San mumbles, and you’re so sure that there’s a string of saliva connecting your lips, when he knocks his head back. “Couldn’t wait. Hehe.” 

His lips peck yours, as he’s working his finger inside you, rotating it around your deepest spot. Sighs leave your mouth every chance you get, as you try to not be overflowed by the pleasure that’s stirring your guts and cutting off your breath. 

“You feel so good,” you breathe out, “Can you feel it too, Sannie?”

“Hmm?” San is more than a bit out of breath now, warming up the fabric over your eyes with the loud exhaling through his nose. 

“Can you feel how… Can you feel how much I love you?”, you ask, but before San can answer you, you grip into his wrist again, gathering your confidence through your pleasure, “How fucking aroused I am because of you?”

“God, Y/N, I can feel it,” San huffs, and then pants with his cock twitching at your unforeseen blunt courage, “You’re so wet for me… Only for me… Oh, sunshine, I love you so much.” 

Though you can’t see how he’s biting his lip in excitement, San is moving his finger in and out of your hole while shuffling to your lower body, gripping your ankles with his free hand to gently place them over his shoulders.

“Sun, can I eat you out first?”, San asks, his voice running warmly over your abdomen, as he licks his fingers clean, “You can wait for me, can’t you, Y/N?”

“Wait for you–?”, you whirr, feeling exactly how thick and calloused San’s finger is inside you, lubed up by his spit, not being able to feel anything else, “Wait for wh- what?”

“Wait for me to fuck you, because right now, sunshine, I want to, god no, I need to eat you out, please, baby.”

Overwhelmed by his sudden lust-soaked rambling, you’re left with no other chance than to search for San’s neck, trail up his head and grab your boyfriend by his hair, let it tangle between your fingers, as San breathes against your dripping pussy. “Mnhh, do whatever you want tonight, Sannie. I want you to.”

“I want you, Y/N. ‘Want you so fucking much, sun… God, I don’t know how I waited, either.”

You chuckle and feel how the couch brushes against your back, leaving some phantom scratching there, after San pulls you closer by your hips, his forearms stationed around your pelvic bone.

“... So worth though, fuck.”

A sigh escapes your opened mouth, as San licks up your cunt one time, his hot tongue gliding up the wetness with ease. “Hngh,” you grunt, pulling San’s hair, and since your boyfriend hasn’t re-entered his finger, you clench around nothing, needing to be stuffed again, preferably by his cock. 

“You taste so fucking good,” San grunts back, already sounding like he’s drunk and delirious, lapping over your clit with his tongue while panting like a dog, “so so fucking delicious, sunny.”

“S- Sannie, oh my god,” you react to how your boyfriend sprints over your sensitive nub, your heightened senses drowning you in your own slick, as you hear how San’s tongue creates squelching, wet sounds.

“Hmmm? Feels good, huh?”

“Sannie, s-so good, god– you’re so– fuck fuck fuck–”

“What am I?”, San asks tauntingly. It seems he’s found some fun in the manner you’re tripping over your own words at the cause of his tongue. You don’t need to see him to know he’s grinning, you can feel that he’s enjoying himself by how his chuckle heats up your cunt even more. “Tell me, sunny, what am I?”

“You’re so– good! Sannie! Fuck, Sannie, you’re gonna make me–”

“Make you cum? Already?”, San grins, his fingers working you a beat that could only be described as irregular, him pumping in and out and licking you up and down so fast, he leaves you no time to recover from the last thunderous pleasure. “God, I love you so much, ‘m gonna make you cum so fucking often, all the time,” San murmurs, letting his mind roam free, your arousal coating his lips and tongue, while you tug his hair to keep yourself from choking on your own breath, as it becomes more stagnated and needier, filling out your lungs with helpless pleas. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, oh my god,” you whimper, eyes rolling back that you are seeing bliss and bliss only.

“Gonna cum?”, San husks and thrums against your sweet spot until your thighs tense up, “are you cumming, sunny?”, his fingers continuing to ram into you, “cumming for me?”

“Yes, uh- oh my god, yes, yes, yes–”, it splurts out of you, “yes, yes, yes, YES!”

“Thaaaat’s it…”

You push your legs together, San’s head clutched between your thighs, as his tongue runs over your clit that little stars begin to form in front of your unseeing eyes, your first orgasm resonating through your body, his voice vibrating on your cunt.

“Good girl…”

“F- f- fuck,” you whimper, your stomach crunching together, and you feel San’s thumb caress your abdomen, as he places wet kisses all across your pussy.

“Sannie,” you breathe out, falling to the back in exhaustion, as your boyfriend pulls away and kisses all of your legs down to the calves, folding you together even more.

“Yes, sun?”, he asks, and massages your hips. 

“I wanna see you, Sannie...”

“Oh yeah?”, San chuckles. 

You nod and tug at the bandana around your eyes, but it’s too tight. “Please, Sannie, I wanna see you so bad… I wanna see my handsome boyfriend,” you murmur, your cunt still pulsating between your legs, barely recovered from your orgasm.

“Yeah?”, San hums and leans forward, his jeans pressed against your wetness, as he gets his hands behind your head and loosens up the knot. “Careful, sun,” he whispers, kissing your temple, as he slowly removes the fabric from your eyelids, the dimmed lights flickering into your vision.

“There you go,” San hums and slides the bandana away, letting it sit behind your head, as he looks down at you. Your eyes struggle to see immediately and you have to strain your eyebrows, but your boyfriend patiently just watches your pretty face get used to seeing again. “Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh,” you answer and blink with some force. San slithers his hand against your neck, his thumb sitting at your jaw, as your eyesight assuredly returns. 

There he is, grinning, just like you expected him to, but what you didn’t expect is how absolutely messy you’ve made him. His red, fiery hair is disheveled, ruffled, sticking out to all kinds of directions, his lips are puffy and still wet from kissing you and eating you out, his thin breath leaving his mouth. 

“Felt good, huh?”, San asks, rather rhetorically,  as you subconsciously lean your face into his handhold, in awe of how handsome your boyfriend is and how lucky you are he’s yours, as his lips peck yours.

“Mhm,” you chuckle, a bit weakly, but with your hands skidding along his sweaty silhouette, it should become quite clear that you’re not finished. “I want more, Sannie, please.”

“Aww, can’t get enough of me?”, your boyfriend croons and lets another hand slide behind your waist to– “I’ll get you all you want, my love,” make you sit on his lap, or rather on his abs, after he tilts his body to the back with you in his arms and scuffs his baggy pants from his legs. 

“Speaking of which, I thought we might wait until we’re home,” San admits and kicks his jeans away, “so I got no condoms on me, sunshine.”

“Mmm, Sannie, you know we’re okay,” you smile and kiss him. “Your bandmates don’t care about stuff like this…”

“Sorry for caring about you?”, San grins and pinches the tip of your nose. “So you’re fine with me just pulling out, yeah?”, he asks, as if you haven’t talked about this over and over again, but you keep on that smile and caress his cheek.

“Yes, Sannie. It’s all okay, and I want you so bad right now, please.”

“Alright,” San smirks and kisses you back, propping up his legs, so you slide onto his crotch.

“How do you want it?”, he asks, and you can feel how hard and throbbing hot he is in his boxer shorts, as you grind on his length. “I-I don’t know, Sannie, I want it all,” you laugh, airily, your slick adding to the wet patch that has been created by his pre-cum.

“You wanna watch me how I fuck into you?”, San prompts, and kisses your collarbones. “Uh-huh,” you sigh and throw your head to the back. “Please fuck me so you can see what a mess you make me, Sannie.”

San laughs. “I already saw that, sun,” he says, playfully teasing you, and gently grabs your legs, so he can lift you up and get his legs away from the couch and his feet on the floor. 

You sit on the couch how a couch is supposed to be used, your back leaning into the cushion, San now standing in front of you, cups his own erection through his boxer shorts, grunting into his hand.

“This is your fault,” he says, snickering, pulling off his underwear, his cock bolting out, after it passes his waistband. “God, Y/N, how could I ever concentrate on my drums when I have my perfect girlfriend sitting in front of me, huh?”

You press your lips together, ignoring the fact that Sun Set can, in fact, concentrate on his drums, but San is merely explaining to you that with every song he plays passionately, uses his all of his body to accompany the music with energy, you, Y/N, live in his mind to excite him. 

San gets your legs between his arms, anchoring your inner knees at his bicep, and your hand works automatically to grab his erection and pump it. 

Realizing you haven’t given him an answer because you were just too amazed by his body, you inhale to speak, but San leans down and kisses you solicitously. 

“Sunshine,” he breathes out, looking you deep in the eye, as his forehead is almost pressed against yours, “can you put it in by yourself?”

You lick your lips, the last kiss lingering ardently on the flesh and lead San’s cockhead to where your cunt is waiting, ready for his girth.

“Sunny,” San grunts, and as your hole stretches out with his pelvis driving inwards, he kisses you on your neckline repeatedly. “I love you so much, I love how you sound, feel and look like, how good you are to me,” he rambles, immediately sinking into a place of pleasure. “I love everything about you, Y/N.”

He may not be a singer, not even a background vocal, but off-stage, San always makes sure you know what a great girlfriend you are by moaning, whimpering and groaning it, sometimes just to himself– mindlessly thrusting into you, or directly into your ear, so his voice buzzes through your head.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you whine, head falling to the back and bouncing against the backrest after his whole length is inside you, “So good, Sannie, please don’t stop.”

San confirms your comfort and hauls his hips backwards to snap inside again with a slight smack against your hamstrings. You both moan and once San has found a steady pace, the room fills with your voices and sounds of your skin meeting in a clap.

“Harder,” you grunt, and this is San’s command he will never not listen to, even when he’s still working his hips in and out of you, figuring out a way to comply immediately. He grins wide and goes through his hair, before he leans deeper into your body, taking a step closer as he does so– repeating your words by chuckling, “harder?”, folding your knees together and pushing them over to the side. 

“Y- yes, please.”

“Harder,” San repeats again, and exhales the word out his mouth, his hand gripping into your hip. “As,” he grunts, thrusting into your cunt with all he’s got, “you,” again, while fixating you in place, “wish,” and again, “my love.”

You both inhale some air, but out of your mouth, it comes out a distorted moan, when San picks up in speed and rams himself into you with no mercy, barely any opportunities to secure yourself on the cushion beneath you. The couch begins to squeak with San’s rough movement, your body being rocked over, and your head becomes light, the expanding tickle in your abdomen binding itself together into a knot of pure pleasure that’s preparing to release. 

Silence is sweet, but clamor can be so savory; the sounds of the springs under the cushions mix up with his stagnated gasping, and with San’s absolute undefeatable sense for rhythm makes it sound like he’s creating a drumbeat with his body, the couch bangs against the wall, increasingly sending your brain into overdrive. San’s cockhead hits the deepest spot in your cunt repeatedly, over and over again, pushing your buttons that makes you feel like your thoughts are leaving your head within your whiny moans.

“Oh, fuuu-uuuck,” you gutter, voicing out your pleasure through all of the rutting, your eyes disappearing behind your head, and San’s neck shimmers in sweat, his Adam’s apple glistening, as he unfalteringly shoves forward and outward, grunts and groans reverberating in his throat. His face is tightened together, mouth remaining open, as he watches you slowly lose it, the prettiest of sounds entering his ear which boost his stamina.

“Fuck, sun, I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he whimpers and rams himself through you, his hips working desperately for his release, ignoring how the couch is being unsettled and broken with each of his hard thrusts, and his hand is dug so deep in your hip, the skin has turned slightly red. “Are you cumming?”, he grunts, and despite how much your head is bobbing anyway, you nod and whine out, “yes, yes, yes, Sannie, I’m cumming–!”

Your eyelids feel heavy, and your body floats in orchestral pleasure as you cum on San’s relentless cock, gripping into the couch with your fingernails, as your back arches, cunt tightening around San.

“God, baby, I love you so much, I love you so so much, Y/N, my sunshine, my–”

San pistons his cock into your puffy pussy with an unmeasurable speed, the shrill squeaking of the springs overtoning his needy whines, the banging against the wall being resemblant of his rough body-movement, and droplets of sweat drop of your body, as your boyfriend pulls your over by your hip. His hot cum spurts out and lands on his own abs, as well on your stomach, and you heave in exhaustion, laughing weakly.

His hand pumps out the last drops of ejaculation out his cock, and even if his cock remains hard and twitching, San falls to the front and hugs your sweaty body, kissing your cheek and lip alternately. 

“That was,” you chuckle, watching how San has to brush his drenched mane to the back, “amazing, Sannie.”

“Yeah?”, your boyfriend asks and strokes your shoulder. “You forgive me?”

“Hm?”

“For the headaches, sun. Do you feel better now?”

You snicker and share a short, but very gentle kiss with San. “I feel so good, Sannie, thank  you.”

His dimples pop out and San fetches your clothes, whilst rubbing his head against yours, nuzzling his temple into your scalp. “I’m glad I could relieve you, sunshine.”

San turns his head around and searches for something to clean up the cum with, and all he finds is his bandana on the couch. “Hey, I’ll wash this, alright?”, he laughs, when you send him a judgmental look, and to calm you down he pecks your forehead.

“Help me get my clothes on, please,” you murmur, and as you feel your body going lax, San immediately grabs your underwear, shorts and his hoodie so you don’t feel cold again. “Mm, I should get you more of my stuff,” he smiles, after he’s put the oversized clothing on you, “you look so cute in my hoodie, sunny.”

“Really?”, you answer, voice guttural, feeling a bit sheepish under San’s affectionate gaze, you being the only one that’s clothed, while he remains pretty much naked, skin sweaty and steaming.

“Yes, love, but honestly, you always look amazing, Y/N...” 

Your eyes were drooping down, but you couldn’t have missed how San’s voice was deeper and huskier than it should have been. 

“Baby… Please… I’m exhausted…”

When you squint, San is licking and biting his lower lip and because he is so exposed, you can see how his cock is glistening again, while you can only leave out a sigh. Your boyfriend’s stamina and energy should be studied…

“Sorry, you’re just so hot,” San chuckles out and gets his boxer shorts on. “Body and mind do what they want sometimes.”

“... And you want me, I get it, okay… God, Sannie.”

“Yeah. I want you so much.”

You, sat on the couch, watch him again, Sun Set, how he’s scratching his neck, his impassioned pulse beating in his muscular chest, beating for your gaze, you, his girlfriend’s voice, your words, your entrancing existence, the melody that guides him through his life.

A playful chuckle whirs in the silent practice room, and your eyes meet his, as you look up to San.

“I guess we’ve got to take a shower at home.”

Give me a command, and I'll do what you ask 'Cause my favorite music's your "Uh, uh"

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She brushes another kiss to his hidden face and settles against the car door, holding him. She thinks for a moment and decides on something old, a tune she heard on the radio once upon a time and never heard again; she’s warped it, now, no doubt about it, humming it from memory so long it’s changed to whatever she has made it. But Will recognises it from years of lullabies, picking up on the swooping baritones and mumbling the words into her shoulder.

“You know, that Han Solo shrine up in your room makes a lot more sense, now that I think about it.”

The melody dies in his throat.

“Mama.”

“I’m just saying.” She bites back a smirk, swatting away his smacking hands. “There was a point in time I thought it was admiration, you know, but you have a lot of posters of that open vest —”

“Mama!”

She acquiesces, this time, never having seen his poor face so scarlet, trying and failing to keep her laughter to herself. The tear tracks have long since dried and his breathing is steady, now, gangly limbs tucked into her ribs and hanging off the bend of her thigh. Flopped all over her like he used to to when he was young and she was still touring, when the world was too loud and too bright and too mean and she hid him from the sun. Her hands in his hair are to touch instead of soothe.

“Who’s the boy?”

“No.”

“C’mon, babydoll.” She pokes at his ribs, grinning widely when he rolls his eyes to hide his smile. “Tell me.”

“It’s nobody, Ma, gods.”

“Yeah, right. Not like you were comparing having a crush to killing someone in cold blood twenty minutes ago. Clearly it’s somebody.”

He, very pointedly, doesn’t answer.

Unfortunately, he forgets that he gets his stubborn from her.

“Hm. Can’t be anyone I haven’t heard of in a few weeks, or else it wouldn’t be bothering you. What names have you mentioned?”

He looks at her in horror. “You wouldn’t.”

Absolutely, she would. Her smile widens.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess it ain’t Chiron, ‘cause then I’d have questions —”

“Oh my gods! Stop!”

“— an’ I doubt it’s that security fellow, with the eyes, although if it is no judgement —”

“I’m throwing myself out of this car! Right now! I’m gonna lay on the road ‘til someone hits me!”

“— Lord, you don’t mention many names. You’re a recluse, baby. You gotta make more than two friends.”

She stills. Will, perhaps guessing where she is going, makes a noise of deep, personal agony.

“Oh my stars, is it Cecil?”

“Ew, Ma!”

He strains against her hold but she tightens, hooking her elbow around his shoulders and flexing her other hand, pretending to examine her nails.

“It is, isn’t it? I mean, he is a very handsome young man. And he has a good heart, too, despite the — how to put it — distaste for the law —”

“I just threw up in my mouth! Right now! Stop it!”

“I should probably stop letting him stay in your room when he stays over, huh, that one’s on me —”

He wrenches himself away from her, finally, clambering over the seats and gagging like the mere idea makes him nauseous.

“Ew! Ew! I do not have a thing for Cecil, oh my gods, I might as well marry my cousin! Augh! I’m gonna throw up for real! Why would you even say that, oh my —”

“Alright, alright!” she laughs, kicking his rapidly repeating shoulder. “Holy Jesus, you are dramatic. I should call up camp and tell him you’re out here retchin’ at the mere thought.”

“Good,” Will says darkly, voice muffled from how deeply his head is buried in his hands, “make sure to also tell him he is a weasel.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And that I am going to deface his vintage Hot Wheels collection.”

“Y’all have a strange friendship.”

“He’s not my friend, I am stuck with him via circumstance and because he refuses to leave me alone.”

She holds up her hands in surrender, refraining from pointing out the friendship bracelet he is currently wearing with a CM on it and that has not left his wrist in four years.

“Alright, alright. Not Cecil.”

He scoffs in agreement, ignoring her rolled eyes.

She wracks her brain for other boys he’s brought up in their phone calls, aside from people in passing. Mostly he mentions patients, really, answering her endless inquiries — it will never stop astounding her that he baby can practically sew heads back on bodies; she tells people he’s in med school and preens at their wide, impressed eyes — but there are other people he mentions, in between that and the pranks he’s frequently pulling with his friends.

“There was that boy you were so excited to keep around. Nick?”

“His name is Nico,” he corrects, and then immediately goes scarlet. “I — I mean, I have a friend, named Nico, not that —”

Her grin gets sharp as nails.

“He is — unwell! He’s travelled a lot, he needs monitoring so I am — monitoring him, you know, out of concern for his safety —”

“Nico and Wi-ill, sitting in a tree —”

“Oh my gods are you five —”

“You are steaming! I can actually feel the heat pouring off of you right now! You love him, you want to kiss him, you —”

“I am never telling you anything again in my entire life!” he hollers. “Never! Next time I think I should tell you something I’m just gonna — swallow glass!”

She snickers. “Drama queen.”

He sticks out his tongue as she situates herself back in her own seat, turning the keys in the engine. His puts his dirty converse on the dash despite her grouching, reaching over to fight her for control of the radio, flapping his hand excitedly when she lets him win and something bright and overdone starts playing. His bandage stays where it is, tied loosely around his wrist.

“I’m glad you told me, you know.”

He smiles, small and genuine, leaning into the palm she cups around his cheek. The dimple in the centre of his right cheek is back, the scrunch of his freckled nose. She presses a lingering kiss smack dab in the centre of his forehead and he leans into it, trusting.

“I know.”

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pickin up watchin the outsiders show from a million years ago I'm BACK

this timeliness is so fucked up. ponys?? thinkin about goin for track but the show takes place AFTER the book?

awww darrys goin to work at a country club (omg wait dirty dancin crossover WAITIN to happen)

darry sayin they aren't gonna fight in the rumble n tim saying dallas said they were tuff. OUGH. 'yeah well look where that got dallas' AUGH. ouch. Jesus christ.

love Steve in this version. that's my guy. I dunno what's up with him but I love him.

this scene is pitch black. I can't see SHIT.

who the hell is this child. she's trauma dumpin n ponys like. u like to kill a mockingbird. OH. this is scout. ok thats where scout comes from. wait are they settin scout up to be like? Johnny? also btw STILL no mention of that guy.

oh my god. this white girl just wrote slave fanfiction. what the fuck.

ponyboys writin actually. aough. I will say there's a lot of flaws with the show but I like gettin the chance to see pony in school.

shows givin us dyslexic pony. aough. they gettin the whole FAMILY.

I'm sorry are they tryin to imply pony n cherry are just meetin? isn't this supposed to take place AFTER the book?

feel like the two bit castin was really well done.

ponyboy is so whiny n pouty in this version. actually. hell yeah. I stand for whiny ponyboy supremacy. let that kid be a brat every now n then.

DOG. he just had the whole oh we used to be fine before mom n dad died. DID THE BOOK HAPPEN OR NO?

ohhh I am actually sick to my stomach. 'when Darry gets scared it comes out angry. or when two gets scared it comes out funny. or when you get scared you smoke too much'. soda in every universe they could never make me hate u ily.

when Soda hugs its always so desperate. like he's just tryin to hold on to his brothers with everything he has. AOUGH.

two n pony duo actually so important to me. we don't see them much in the book or movie but I'm lovin this duo so much.

SODAS LIL FRILLY APRON WHILE HES COOKIN AWWW

'we take turns doin dinner' 'no we don't. pony starts dinner n then he wanders off n it burns to a crisp. we take turns doin the dishes' AOUGGAHGHH BROTHERS EVER I LOVE THEM

SODAS BLUE MASHED POTATOES AWAUGG

darry roofin content n pony school content the show is FEEDIN us

tim followin darry around?? 'we need you. I need you.' HELLO???

'you ain't nothin but a Northside greaser like the rest of us. n if we don't stick together we're nothin' FROM TIM TO DARRY??? what the HELL is the nature of their relationship. I'm obsessed with them.

tim opens his fridge. takes a beer. takes somethin else (?) off the table. turns around n says 'those Socs will let you build their roof darry. but they ain't ever gonna let you under one.' n then fucks off. insane. no notes.

JOHNNY MENTION!!!! JOHNNY MY BABY!!! he is trash talkin the SHIT outta him. however. wait. ok. so. the events of the book did happen. STAY GOLD MENTION. oh. so we are swappin in scout for Johnny. hm. I don't know how to feel about that.

the way darry says 'you got me little brothers?' aough. I'm sick to my stomach.

darrys gettin fired? n he says he needs this job. but didn't he? get hired at a country club? this show cannot keep up with its own lore.

steves sittin? IN the sink?

AOUGH THEM ALL PILIN IN THE BACK OF THE TRUCK OUGH MY KIDS

why are scout n pony just. watchin 2 teenagers make out. freaks.

PAUL N DARRY MENTION. WOAH.

pony is so cute in the show actually. that's my son.

why are they at a dance. what is HAPPENIN. why is pony just sittin there poutin.

I know they probably didn't mean it this way. but settin up that scout is exactly like Johnny. n then lettin her. be ponys romantic interest. do we see. what you are implyin. here.

AW he's so awkward. apugh. my baby.

STEVE TALKED SODA INTO GOIN TO THE RUMBLE. AOUGH. guys. I can't explain how important it is to me that every so often STEVE is the one convincin SODA. AOUGH

very cool. another pitch black scene. all I can see it like. vague car shapes.

pony runnin into the fight late VERY reminiscent of Dallas in the book huh.

goddamn darry is MEAN in the show. like. oddly so. he's soft at times but I feel like. hmm. I dunno. they just can't pick a lane with his characterization.

IS THAT SODA? DID THEY STOMP THE HELL OUTTA SODA? man I sure wish the show was more then three pixels.

WHAT THE FUCKIN HELL. 'DONT GIVE ME ANY TROUBLE SHEPARD. I PUT DOWN YOUR BUDDY DALLAS. N ILL PUT YOU DOWN TOO' WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE HELL. oh I hope Tim kills that guy. fuck that cop.

the way. Tim talks about Dallas. oh. dear God. like. I can't even sum it up here. the cop sayin no one gave a damn about Dallas. n tim sayin someone did. Tally shippers we are WINNIN tonight. how we FEELIN

AND tarry shippers actually. darry sayin he only went to the rumble for tim🤨 hmm

wait. does sandy still happen? in the show? is that a plot line?

there is a train whistle or a dog barkin every ten seconds.

'u know. we never think about darry havin any problems. he's always superman to us. let's go get him.' SODA THE BROTHER THAT YOU AREEEE

GODDAMN SODA CLEARED THAT FENCE IN ONE LEAP

guys. the brothers ever. like. let them be brothers. please. 'so you screwed up. seems anyone can screw up once darry. even you' 'yeah I might even someday!' AOUGHGGGG BROTHERS EVER ACTUALLY

ok. pilot done. final thoughts? I liked it. I think the shows only problem is it doesn't know what story it wants to tell. whether it wants to be the story of the outsiders or POST the outsiders. n the second they figure that out. well. honestly? I'm here for it

[vulpixisananimal]

Loop 44

(Take!!! Three!!!)

(You were back at the sadness ambush spot, pan in hand. You had tried to sneak around them already and they’d just attack anyways! You didn’t have the time, you had to beat ‘em up. You grip your pan, and charge!)

“YAAAAA!!!!!” 

(You smack the sadness with your pan as it gets up off the ground, and move back just in time to avoid its retaliation swipe. It twisted its neck as it got up, and growled at you. It dives, but you were ready this time! You were able to move under its attack and swing up with your pan again!)

(You feel a sting in your arm, it, it still got you but that’s okay! That’s okay, you’re okay! You take a step back, before charging again and swinging at the sadness. It didn’t move in time and your pan hit it straight in the face!!! Yeah!!!)

(Ow. Your arms hurt.)

(You hear the thwumps of the other two sadness dropping down. You turn to see one on your left and one on your right. Okay, Bonnie, you got this! Now’s your chance! YOU GOT THIS!!!)

(You hold out your fist at the scissors one, [Rock Salt Assault!!!]. Your craft solidified into little salt rocks that pelted the sadness three, four, five times!!! The sadness falls over!!!)

(YOU GOT IT IN ONE ATTACK!!! CRAB YEAH!!!)

(The last one remaining was a rock one, it screamed at you, and you could feel yourself getting, weaker? Tired! Your defense got reduced! Okay, okay, go for it! You charge at the sadness with your pan.)

(Your attack lands, it’s not the best but it’ll have to do! The sadness roars in anger and slams an arm down on you.)

“HAK-!!” (You yelp! Your shoulder hurts so much so much so MUCH!!! AUGH!!! C’MON BONNIE JUST, DO IT!!! You spin and strike back at the sadness.)

(Lucky you, a crit!!! The sadness stumbles back, tries to get up, and then collapses.)

(. . . You, you won?)

(You breathe in, and out.)

[You are now level 57!]

[You learned the skill SIZZLE SLICING!!!]

[This attack deals light scissors damage to all enemies 0-5 times.]

(Okay, sadness beat, it’s time to GO!!!)

(You start a full on sprint through the woods, following ‘Frin and Nilles tracks. You know you only have a few minutes left, so you gotta find them!!! It can’t be far now, right?)

(Right?!?)

(Your legs are hurting so crabbing much, but you gotta ignore it and just go! Go like when Nille told you to run! Go go GO!!!)

(The woods finally break into a clearing that would be large enough for a few houses! And there! You see the tracks leading to the center! You make your way through, holding your breath and looking for where ‘Frin was, where Nille was!)

(The tracks ended with two indents side by side. Okay, definitely stargazing. Then, uhm, the one you think is ‘Frin has a biiiig indent in it, ‘n then Frins tracks go, backwards? Nille follows, ‘Frin stops, then, goes to the side? But where?!?)

(Your foot nudges something. There, in the snow! Nearly impossible to see, it was- wait, you get ‘Frins dagger and gently touch the lump you bumped into and, yes! It’s fabric!!! You fall to your knees and roll the lump over.)

(It’s Siffrin!)

(Crabcrabcrab they don’t look good, if they could get any paler they definitely have now! A-and their arm, it’s, it’s all wrong!!! A-and, and he’s, he’s barely breathing and, a-and, and-)

“‘FRIN!!!!!” (You shake them.) “‘FRIN WAKE UP!!!”

(There’s barely even a response.)

“‘FRIN!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!”

(There’s a little bit of a stir, an inhaled breath, a recognition, SOMETHING!!!)

“‘F-FRIN! FRIN IT’S ME!!! BONNIE!!!” (You get really close to their face.) “C’MON! WAKE UP!!!”

(You hear him breathe in.)

(And. . . . Out.)

(And he doesn’t breathe in again.)

“. . . ‘F-frin? S-siffrin?” (Your heart drops. No. No, no no no no no you got here, NO NO NO!!!) “W-wake up, wake up! Please!!!”

(Your hands are shaking. You, you got here in time! They were okay! W-what happened?!? W-what’s wrong?!? Y-you, you, you--)

(You taste bile burning in your throat.)

Loop 45

(. . . . . . . . .)

(No. NO. No. You’re fine. You’re FINE! You’re okay! Everything’s okay! ‘Frins okay! For now. B-but you can change that! You can help them! You got this! I-it’s okay! You’re okay!!!)

(You’re, okay!)

(. . . . . .)

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

(NOW you’re okay. You fall into the snow.)

Loop 47

(You need to save Siffrin.)

(You dig through the supplies, looking for ‘Frins meds. He gets heart attack stuff, right? So it’s probably that. Just grab that and go, and run to ‘Frin! It takes a while, but EVENTUALLY you find the small bottle of concentrated tamarind.)

(Well you know where it is now, but it’s already been too long and you have to wait, and you don’t wanna train any more.)

(. . . . Uuuuuuuggghhhhh.)

(There’s gotta be a faster way to get through this. You get up and start looking around again.)

(You can't hurt yourself. You'd never be able to look at them if you did and, a-and, it, scared you. You shake your head. You start with Frin and Zas tent, and after a few minutes of turning the place over, nothing.)

(Whaaaat about ‘Belle’s stuff in your shared tent? You already knew all the stuff you and Nille had, but not hers. You start looking through everything until you find exactly what you need! Miras necklace!!! The little frozen tear from Fouley was right there! That should work. You take the frozen tear.)

(. . . Well, might as well try it now! You open your mouth wide and take a bite into the crafted sugar glass.)

Loop 48

(. . . W-woah.)

(That, worked! Oh wow oh crabstars that really worked! You yawn, and shake your head. It felt like you were falling asleep, but someone shook you right awake again. O-okay, no wasting time!)

(You grab everything you need, including ‘Frins meds from the supplies, and the frozen tear just in case. In fact, you tie the necklace around your wrist. With that, you’re off!)

(In a few minutes, you’re at the sadness again. You don’t waste time, you rush in and strike before it’s even up!!! Good!!!)

(It lashes back, standing up. You got this. You counterattack, swipe, attack, block and- you stumble back. The sadness is rushing at you, you hold up your pan to block but it goes flying far into the woods.)

(Your eyes go wide, uhoh. You fumble for ‘Frins dagger as the sadness approaches, and right as it’s about to get you, you find it and charge.) 

“HAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”

(You stab the sadness, and it collapses into a heap. O-oh, right, scissors vs paper.)

(Okay, OKAY. Two left. You spot your pan, run, and grab it. C’mon! Come get it!!!)

>>>

“‘FRIN!!!”

(This time, you knew where ‘Frin would be, and you ran straight for them! Once you’re there, you collapse to his side and roll them over. He’s, he’s still passed out.)

(O-okay, now, meds! Heart meds! You get the bottle out and uncap it. You grab a pill and-)

(. . . . .)

(. . . . .)

(. . . . . How. Do you do this?)

(How, how do you get them to swallow a pill? How do you do that?!? Could you just feed it to him?!? Y-you have to try!!! You gently open their mouth, and. . . No wait, you can break the pill up a little so he won’t choke! You break it in two in your hands, and try and break it up as much as you can, dropping them into ‘Frins mouth.)

(Please work please work please work-)

(‘Frin takes a big, sudden gasp in, and immediately starts coughing and choking. You panic a bit, and move them so they’re, they’re, uhm, uh, uh- on the side! You get ‘Frin on their side but they’re, they’re alive! Okay! Yes!!!)

“‘FRIN! SIFFRIN!!!” (You lean down to get eye to eye with them. Their good eye is unfocused and dilated, they look foggy, and sick!) “‘F-FRIN! A-are you alright?!?”

(They look up at you, and speak in a whisper.) “. . . Bo. . . nnie. . .”

“Y-yeah!! It’s me!!! I saved you!!” (You’re shaky.) “A-are you okay?!?

“I’m. . . O-okay. . .” (He falls on his back.) “Just, a, little tired, s-so, I might. . .”

(He closes his eye.)

“‘F-FRIN!!! N-no we gotta get back to camp!!! W-we, we gotta--”

(You taste bile burning in your throat.)

Loop 49

(. . . . . . . . . . .)

(It’s fine! It’s FINE!!! Okay?!?! It’s fine. It’s fine! It’s fine!!!)

(It’s just another thing to figure out! It’s fine! You can do this! You can save them! You can save them all! Once you save Siffrin, you’ll be okay! He’ll be back at camp and fine! And you can take a biiiig nap! And-)

(Nille.)

(You bite the meat of your thumb.)

(You. You’ll save Siffrin. Then, then you’ll, be able to find Nille, and, and, a-and. . .)

(. . . . . .)

(Stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking-)

(You taste metal in your mouth. Taking your thumb out of your mouth, you pierced the flesh. You have blood in your mouth. Ow. . . . You suck on the wound and sit down, looking into the embers of the campfire.)

(You start to cry again. You did it, you got to Siffrin twice now, and you, you, you woke them up! B-but, but they, still, died.)

(Why?)

(What did you do wrong? You did everything you were supposed to and it didn’t work!!! It’s not fair! It’s NOT!!!)

(What, do you do?)

(. . . .)

(. . . . Maybe go talk to ‘Dile. She’s smart, she could figure this out, since you’re too dumb to do it. Stuid. Stupid dumb crab face Bonnie.)

(You get up. Might as well do that now.)

Loop 51

“‘DILE!!! O’DILE!!!” (You found her faster than you did the others, you’re getting better at this. You run at the tall old lady through the brush.) “OVER HERE!!!

“I can see you, Boniface!” (She made her way towards you as well, clearly struggling in the snow more than the others.) “Gems, you’ve been yelling for long enough to wake the dead after all.”

(. . . Ow.)

“. . . Ah.” (She must have seen you wince at that.) “What happened?”

“‘F-Frins stuck in a looping loop!” (You can’t linger on dumb jokes, dummy! You stand as straight as you can.) “I know where they are but only I can get there in time, and I gave Siffrin their meds and he woke up but then passed out and died and, and, a-and. . .”

(You’re gonna tear up again, you know it, you can FEEL it. Dummy! You look away. Just, just FOCUS!!!)

“Oh, Boniface, Bonnie. . .” (She shuffles forward, and, after a few seconds, you feel her stiffly pat your shoulder two times.) “. . . How much time.”

“. . . Each loop’s ten minutes.” (You mumble.) “‘N it takes a few minutes to find you, so, we got, three, four minutes?”

“Hmm. . .” (She takes her hand back.) “One; could probably listen for sounds or events that always happen at the same time to help keep track of how long you have left. Two, were there any other obvious injuries Siffrin had when you found them?”

“O-oh uh. . .” (That’s smart. You shoulda done that, stupid.) “Uhm, their shoulder looked uhm, wrong?”

“Dislocated?”

“Dislo, dislocotad.”

“Dislocated.”

“Dis-lo-ca. . . Dis-lo-ca-ted. Yeah! That.”

“Hmm. . .” (Odile puts a hand to her chin.) “Anything else you could see?”

“Uhm.” (You scratch your neck.) “I don’t remember.”

“That’s alright.” (Odile smiles down at you.) “When you get there next, search Siffrins body for anything that’s out of place. Siffrins heart might not be the only thing, er, causing him to. . .”

“Killing them.” (You grumble, hiding in your cloak.) “‘M not stupid. He’s dying.”

“. . . Yes, there’s probably something else killing them.” (She sighs.) “Gems, I’m still treating you like a child even now. . .”

(. . .)

(. . . There’s an awkward silence, until you break it.) “. . . Thanks, ‘Dile.”

“Of course, Boniface.” (She chuckled.) “. . . Would you. . . Like, a. . . Hug?”

“. . .” (You look up at her with sparkly eyes.) “Really?”

“Ha! Yes, really.” (She opens her arms.) “I can survive a little hug. Besides, I won’t remember it.”

(You dive into her arms and squeeze tight, and Odile hugs you back.)

(. . . Wow. ‘Dile sucks at hugs.)

[mamawasatesttube]

YES LITERALLY sorry im like. a rambler and i sent a whole diatribe to talk abt kon-el to others before because the way the narrative approaches him with all its ALMOST POINTS makes me so sad, i guess at times. and very mad. and always chewing on my nails thinking. like its all in the little things of like. almost acknowledging. so im gonna be referencing early arc in the run of like. the stuff in hawaii. (sorry im no real superboy head yet, im just a guy at the gates screaming AUUGHGG. LET ME IN. LET ME IN.) it'll be little moments of like tana always calls him kid, knockout as. a whole. (which wow when i found out theyve like massaged her character out in other dc stuff holy shit bc she is a. whole rant i have), or even more specifically, there's a bit in like... either #0 or #1 where there are other journalists who look down on tana's relationship with superboy and its literally said "hes not even 16" (a moment i remember bc i clipped it and went UH. HOLY UNETHICAL PRACTICES BATMAN!!!) and yet we're supposed to interpret that more along the lines of people standing in the way of their romance? we're being guided away from the grooming by the narrative. tried to see it in this separate lens. and that's only on the lines the exploitation from these women, let alone everything with rex as the case of child star exploitation (WHICH. wow is superboy such a metaphor for) like. i found it very interesting that at the first mention of like "maybe you should be a cop" from a stable (relatively speaking) adult male figure in sam makoa that roxy immediately went for it. and how that speaks to rex leech as a character and father figure. and then the narrative basically acknowledges he's not a great guy - rather shitty, tbh - but they play him and dubbilex off in a sitcom couple way. he gets let off the hook, even tho the narrative will sometimes hold him to the fire as the classic exploitative hollywood agent. it'll turn and be like oh that money hungry rex, he said, stereotypically as the laugh track plays. and then im sat here like. am i supposed to laugh??? i dont really find it funny! the reality of the world is on such a tightrope of serious and "aw teen boys amiright? aint this COOL?" that im just like save me superboy analysis save me!!!!!

augh i meant to answer this days ago and then I Forgor. so sorry!

BUT YEAH. this is the thing about superboy (1994) that metaphorically keeps me up at night + keeps me coming back to this comic and its themes. it's so... it is FASCINATING how kesel flirts with the idea of actually addressing rex leech as an exploitative and outright shitty person to both kon and roxy, but then backs away from having any actual commitment to those themes over and over.

because like - yeah! like you said: dubbilex calls him on it during the match-fixing arc with mon-el but then nothing actually comes of it. dubbilex doesn't actually get on his ass or give him any consequences for his actions, and they resettle into the same status quo as before where rex's actions get played off for humor.

honestly, i know that kesel just dropped the plot because he wasn't actually interested in following through about it, but the way it never comes up again that rex leech was the one who hired the stinger to attack kon in metropolis (and that tana knew!) to get gbs viewership up in competition with wlex... it makes me feel insane. because that whole plot in aos 502-503 really really looks like a setup for a whole plot about kon getting into deep shit while too naive to realize what he's getting into... only then it doesn't? go anywhere?

and those things - story beats and conflicts kesel brings up that definitely feel like they should go somewhere but then they just. don't. - are then just exacerbated in hawaii. like, tana's 23 and dating a fifteen year old and sam makoa is just. right there. a cop. recommending roxy get on the "straight and narrow" as it were and being a supportive figure to her as she studies and trains for the police academy. and says literally nothing about tana dating a teenager even though tana's coworkers gossip about it (and are painted as irrational/jealous/"they just don't understand our bond"). and obviously it's because kesel thinks tana is good for kon (too good for him, even, because she dumps him for being immature and flighty and living too hard in the moment... .. . ... ... . .. ... like a teenager ... .. .. .. .. ...) but man.

in some ways it's so hard to read and in other ways i'm gnawing on it like a dog with a bone. like this does in a lot of ways read like how a kid in a predatory situation might rationalize it and laugh it off - oh, haha, dubbilex fussing at rex again about money things, lol. haha people at work not getting tana and me, classic dumb grown-ups (not like tana, she's not like them). it's just also so bewildering because it doesn't always feel like kesel intends for these things to be totally brushed off - sometimes he does write them as "hey this is kind of fucked up"! but then he backs off instead of committing to actually following through with narrative repercussions and consequences. even when kon finally does realize rex is a scumbag, the major narrative consequence is kon's abandonment issues getting majorly exacerbated by months on furry island + barbara kesel establishing that roxy is like the only one who cares that he's missing, and then we move on to the cadmus arcs and largely just leave all of this in the past.

which again makes sense for how kon might deal with it! and the fact that when rex shows up again kon isn't even angry with him despite that rex doesn't really care... AUGH. in-universe it makes me so sad about kon being so unwilling to hold grudges against people who have hurt him. from the doylist perspective though i'm just holding karl kesel by the shoulders like can you PLEASE commit to rex actually being a character and not just a caricature when things get serious. it almost happened with the roller coaster and then it didn't because of the furries. PLEASE.

but god damn if those inconsistencies don't make me feel insane abt this comic all the time. augh.

[little-cereal-draws]

After Julien's parents left...

“Um, Prince Julien, maybe you should have a quiet night-in instead of… this.” Maurice motioned at the piles of glow stick jewelry and feathery boas scattered around the Prince’s room..

“Silly, Maurice,” Julien chided, trying on boas in a large mirror, “if I stay in, I won’t be able to drown out my thoughts with loud music.”

“Yes, exactly,” Maurice said. “I think you need some time to process what happened and how you’re feeling–”

Julien put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m not upset, Mo-mo. I’m totally chill actually. So, my parents wanted to go live on an island without me and I don’t know if I’ll ever see them again. Big deal!” 

He barked out a laugh and slid some glow stick bracelets around his wrists. 

Maurice sighed. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“You never think my ideas are good,” Julien grumbled, easy going demeanor giving way to anger. It brewed like a dark storm cloud for a second before it was gone as quickly as it arrived. “Here, put this on.”

He placed a hot pink boa with silver tinsel around Maurice’s shoulders. 

“Ugh,” Maurice tried to shrug it off. “Your Majesty, you’re not–”

Julien wrapped an arm around him. “We’re going to have a rockin’ night on the town, baby!”

Maurice sighed. 

—

The club was dark and crowded, just the way Julien liked it. Maurice, not so much. He hung back by the bar, holding an untouched drink, and watching the moon move across the sky through the window. 

The bass rattled the bottles of mango juice on the shelves. Lemurs convulsed in time with the music and waved their glow sticks. Snippets of flirtatious banter drifted out of dark corners several of the partygoers had slunk off to. 

“Who’s having a good time tonight?” the D.J. called from the front.

The room erupted into cheers. 

“I can’t hear you!” the D.J. taunted.

The crowd screamed even louder and Maurice covered his ears. 

“Get ready for this one, snitches!” A new song came on but still with the relentless throbbing beat of the others. 

Maurice ran his hands down his face. He usually enjoyed parties—he had to as a friend of Julien’s—but tonight was not the night for it. He wanted to go back to his quiet bed. 

Julien, on the other hand, did not. He bounced between the bar and the dancefloor for hours as Maurice slowly kept track of time by the moon. It was when Julien staggered up to the bar for the fifth time that Marice finally stopped him. 

“Hey, man,” he said, “what time are you thinking of heading home?”

“Pssshh.” Julien waved a hand non-committedly. “Sometime, bro, sometime.”

“Yes, but what time?” Maurice crossed his arms. 

“When I’m done dancing,” Julien slurred, “and I’ll never, ever be done.”

He gestured widely for dramatic effect and staggered backwards as he lost balance. He recovered and giggled to himself, “Almost fell.”

Maurice glared at him. “Mhmm. And by the way tonight is going, you won’t stop dancing until you pass out.”

“Now you’re getting it, Maurice!” He leaned on the bar and frantically waved at the bartender, screaming, “Hey! Can I get another mango juice over here?”

“Augh!” Maurice yelped. “That was right in my ear, man! Listen to yourself, you’re way too loud.”

“You have to be loud or they can’t hear you,” he explained. “Hey! Heeeeeyyyy!! Over here!”

“Oh, I think the whole kingdom heard you,” Maurice grumbled. “We need to go home. C’mon.”

He grabbed Julien’s arm and tried to lead him towards the door but Julien pulled back. 

“I get what this is about,” Julien said. He jabbed an accusatory finger in Maurice’s face. “You want me to go home because you’re another party pooper who hates fun!”

“No, it’s because it’s late and you’re drunk.” Maurice reached for him again but Julien took a step backwards. 

“No, I am not!” he yelled. “I am simply having a wonderful time with all these people who love me! Right? Cheer if you love me!”

The lemurs closest to them who could hear the argument over the music cheered. 

“See?” Julien crossed his arms. “And I don’t wanna go anywhere else.”

Maurice stepped back up to the bar. “Can I get a water? I want you to drink this, Your Majesty.” 

“Party pooper, party pooper!” Julien jeered. “You wanna take me home so I can go to sleep instead of living it up here!”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Maurice said. 

“You wanna take me away from the fun and bring me back to a boring place where I have to listen to my thoughts!”

“Thanks,” Maurice said to the bartender, ignoring his friend. He held the coconut out. “Here, drink this.”

“I don’t want that!” Julien knocked it out of his hand and the coconut shell shattered on the floor. “You wanna take me back to an empty house with no people who love me and where I’m all alone and—”

His bottom lip trembled. 

Fat, hot tears started rolling down his cheeks. 

“Mo-mo…” He reached out and Maurice was in his arms within a second. 

“I know, I know,” he soothed. 

“I don’t understand,” Julien choked out. 

“Let’s go outside.”

They stepped into the frigid night air. It was refreshing in the way that stepping out of a sauna is refreshing. 

Julien gulped down breaths of fresh air, finally free from the relentless music, throbbing mass of bodies, and stuffy darkness. His crying dwindled into a quiet sadness.

“Was it my fault?” His voice was barely above a whisper. 

“No,” Maurice said immediately. “You didn’t do anything wrong. They’re just— Let’s go home. You’ll feel better after you have a shower, a rest, and a good meal.”

Julien flopped over, resting his cheek on the top of Maurice’s head. “Like a mango smoothie?”

Maurice chuckled. “Yeah, like a mango smoothie.”

“Mo-mo, I need you to carry me.”

“Where did all your energy go? I thought you were going to dance until you dropped.”

“I am dropping now.” Julien wobbled. 

Maruice rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop himself from smiling. “Okay, fine.”

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s5 episode 18 "the pine bluff variant" thoughts

post episode thoughts: raaaaaughhhh. foaming at the mouth. raving, even. chasing my tail like a mad dog. barking. howling.

it was so good. this was a FANTASTIC episode. i cannot get over scully seeing through all of mulder's nonsense and refusing to take no for an answer. truly a scully-centric episode, even if they tried to frame it as mulder being an action hero. wow. love is real. and it is stored in the pinky finger of your coworker.

anyway, back to past me, reporting from the ground- as if i can ever truly return to a world before this episode!!!!

reading the episode description... mulder is going undercover today!!! this is a rare and special treat!! i look forward to seeing his improv skills in action!! can he be put to the test??

and this group has a deadly pathogen. which is not good. i wonder if scully will be involved in doctoring. probably not, though. this will probably be a mulder alone episode. very sad. i would be happy to be proved wrong, though.

(I LOVE BEING WRONG SOMETIMES... i am clapping my hands and singing like this is a church... HALLELUJAH!!!)

boy, i haven’t watched an episode in what feels like forever. no reason to delay!

aww, pretty man mulder is running beneath the cherry blossoms. how washington dc of him! wonder where they found the cherry blossoms in canada…

or did they shoot one scene in washington and then dip? lmao

(were they still filming in canada at this point? when is the infamous switch to LA? has it already happened and i had no idea? if i had to guess, i would say the switch starts in s6... feel free to tell me if i'm right or wrong; i don't count knowing the filming location as a spoiler, haha)

who is watching him???

oh, it is not a leisurely jog! scully and skinner are watching him through cameras!!!

scully finds whoever it is they're watching coming off of the bus! average scully noticing moment. she is very perceptive. 

so they’re following this guy (later revealed to be named haley, and who will from now on be referred to as such)… scully notices haley looking at something. he’s watching mulder!!! he gives the dude sitting next to him an envelope. skinner says to wait wait wait. 

mulder is stretching like a real runner…. but the dude the suspect gave the envelope to keels over!!!!

did the envelope have some sort of pathogen in it that haley was immune to somehow??? like a princess bride poison sort of situation??

scully sees haley is on the move!! she’s yelling at mulder to follow him!! RUN, LONG-LIMBED MAN!!! MAKE ALL THE HORSES JEALOUS OF YOUR GALLOPING SKILLS!!

“maintain your position on the downed beta” <- hmm. words that have a very different meaning post the invention of the omegaverse

AUGH the sick guy is getting his FLESH eaten away!! as much as i like seeing scully yelling for answers (“what? what? what? what are you seeing!”), that is NOT what i expected visually!!! GAG!!! nasty!!

it looks like bugs?

so the bad guy is named haley? okay.

but where did mulder go? “mulder was on him, there’s no way he couldn’t catch him” says skinner, aware that the man is a track star 

scully needs to find her mulder NOW. 

ohh she’s PISSED (when she slams things and yells “damn it” because he is in danger and she is watching… this is one of my favorite scully mannerisms)

NOOOO, SHE��S BREAKING FREE (she was in a van for all of that?) and skinner is yelling after her!!! queen, you cannot outrun him!!! 

mulder’s chased him into the woods, but haley got in a car and got away 

she finds mulder and she’s gagged the bad guy escaped him LMAO “what happened?” “i lost him” “what do you mean?” “he got away” <- SHE WAS IN DISBELIEF LMAOOOO noooo, is he aging out of his track star status?! 💔

she looks after him, deeply confused, and we get our intro

(why did my boss just email now… don’t piss me off)

scully is here in the office watching the tape of haley running… she came early and wants to make sure she isn’t crazy. damn. you know it's serious when she comes in early.

she thinks he may have helped the bad guy escape!!! and he’s denying everything.

“i expect you to give me an answer. i expect you to tell me the truth” “we’re late for the hearing” <- what is this man hiding……?!?!?!

oh, she is PISSED off!

so this guy haley is second in command of a militia called the new spartans… and the operation to catch him failed. 

ohhh, mulder isn’t even sitting next to scully during this hearing… what is going on? i will NOT ask again.

the guy who died at the scene was an arms dealer, and haley got away with $50,000 worth of weapons!!!!!

what kind of disease did he die of, you ask? great question. cue scully. it seems to be genetically engineered. she’s gonna tell you about its effects on the dermis. some other guy says that maybe it was stolen from siberia.

scully is explaining the procedures taken when there is an unknown disease floating about and someone asks her how she knows it’s not contagious… mulder chimes in with “we’re not all dead”, which gets some nervous laughter, but WHAT is this man thinking?!?!

OHHHHH is mulder undercover and that is why he helped the guy get away…? but he’s so undercover that he cannot even tell skinner or the CIA…? bro is gonna get in trouble if this is the case!!! biiiig trouble!! you should not hide things from skinner!!!

(while i am only speculating here, i am often wondering how he wasn’t fired before this moment in time)

the head guy of the new spartans is named bremer, and he might be fighting with haley for control. civil war time

“the media gets a sniff, we disavow”, says this dude from the CIA. HMMMMM. DO NOT LIKE THAT.

the absolute SECOND the hearing is over, scully calls for mulder and he walks away... WHAT IS GOING ON?!?!? they’re divorcing 💔

she looks mad as hell… and skinner sees this…. he is going to be drawing conclusions

haley is now in ohio buying a movie ticket. he’s gonna watch die hard with a vengeance. okay. sure.

he’s making this poor girl make fresh new popcorn for him… i can see her die inside. NO, DON’T MAKE HER *ACTUALLY* DIE!!

mulder is rolling up to delaware. is this the same motel where he tripped out on ketamine that one day? SCULLY FOLLOWED HIM!!! ohhh, she is deeply suspicious of his antics….

he gets in another car and drives off. his phone is ringing in the motel room.

OH SHIT!!! IT’S HALEY ON THE PHONE!!!!

“you set me up” “i saved your ass” WHAT… mulder, you are going to get in BIG TROUBLE!!!

“look, i believe in your ideals and your goals, but the only reason i tolerate your methods is because the government’s are worse” <-lmao, get him again for me. he may be pretending to be on his side, but that doesn't mean he has to be nice to the guy.

so this guy contacted him?? and he knows scully is suspicious. cue angry hanging up the phone.

back at the movie theater, these boys are sneaking in….  OH MY GOD THERE’S A MELTED CORPSE IN THERE?? MULTIPLE OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT!!!

meanwhile, scully is angry. she’s telling the motel worker that he gave her keys to someone else (LMAO)

well, her lying skills seem to have improved!!

“who are you?” “who am i? who is he?” <- LMAO, that made me giggle 

“mr. kaplan” <- OHHHHH, HIS FAKE NAME!!!

“are you the wife?” “not even close” (angry door slam) LMAOOOOOO SHE HAS HAS ENOUGH!!!!

(i was giggling about this all day at work. not even close. yeah, you keep telling yourself that babe. oh, she was PISSED!!!! i'm howling)

mulder comes out from the room and she has to hide from him!!!! some guys are taking him in their car….. 

how did he not notice her, bro…? she is better at stealth than he is!!!!

so she’s gonna go after him. 

still laughing at “not even close” lmaoooo

(angry scully driving) 

oh shit!!! she’s trapped!!! by men in suits in front and behind her!!!! 

they’re taking her hostage and not saying anything!!! 

WHAT IS SKINNER DOING IN HERE????

“what the hell is going on?” “i apologize for our methods. they may well have saved agent mulder’s life” “what about my life? i don’t appreciate being run off the road” <- LMAOOO GOD I LOVE HER because i too would be absolutely and utterly FURIOUS 

but when they accuse her of being suspicious of mulder, she immediately says “i don’t know what you’re talking about” AND THAT IS BECAUSE SHE IS THE REALEST MOTHERFUCKER ON THIS PLANET. god, scully is a ride or die, huh? she wants to know wtf is going on with him, but don’t YOU dare bring it up that he is being weird as hell. i love it.

so! the whole council was a front to make the new spartans unaware of his complicity!!!

(reading my notes back, i think it is so funny that i immediately assumed he was doing this whole undercover thing without skinner's knowledge. i just kind of imagined it was the outcome where mulder broke the most rules. because, let's face it: it usually is)

OH........ AND SHE IMMEDIATELY WANTS TO KNOW WHY THEY PICKED HIM FOR THIS MISSION!!

the new spartans found him from that UFO panel in boston, where he was talking about the evils of the government!!! damn. i knew that was a terrible idea.

“you’ve put agent mulder’s life in danger by not telling me”, she says, her tone biting. and skinner says “agent mulder came to me. i advised him not to tell you” <- OHHHHHHH, THIS IS SO JUICY!!!

god, the skinner/scully/mulder dynamic is JUST. MWAH. it's always shifting. i want to study it under a microscope. they spit and they claw and they fight and they die and kill for each other and there's an aura of unspoken devotion and just when you think it's settled, they come to blows again. and they always come back. and do it again. incredible.

she asks, what about the bioweapon!!! they might eat mulder's flesh!!!! which is a very valid concern!!!

and in comes some other guy saying they used “it” in a movie theater in ohio.

man, you better not melt my boy’s skin off.

honestly, it is so funny that he was so easy to read. baby boy, you’re lowkey trash at being undercover. your partner is too in sync for you to do anything funny.

these strange men who took him in their car have his face covered and his hands cuffed. “ooh, is this the pepsi challenge?” oh, his dumbass quips.... <3

he’s so cute. even as they grab his pinky fingers and are about to break them

“you might wanna put that hood back on me, unless you want to see a grown man cry” <- well maybe i do. some of us like hurt/comfort. weep.

AUGH they do something to his pinkies. and again. he says he did not set them up and despite this being the truth, this guy seems to enjoy hurting others.

“augh, i’m gonna kill you! i’m gonna kill you!” <- yeah tell them!!! tell them!!!

(good to know that he reacts to torture with fury. storing that information for future reference)

OHHH he headbutts the guy he calls “a nazi piece of shit” OHHH AND THEN HE COMES BACK AND SAYS “YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN, YOU BETTER KILL ME” AUGHHHHH

AUGHHHHH THE DUDE WHO GOT HEADBUTTED SNAPPED HIS PINKIE AND THEN HALEY SAYS HE BELIEVES HIM??!??

so what was that all about!!!!! to scare him??? well hell! it sure did work on me! i'm spooked!!!

(still need a moment to contemplate mulder being tortured and screaming in equal parts agony and fury and terror. wow. please take a moment to hold space. imagine that i am gesturing frantically but vaguely as i try to articulate a point and i cannot do it. and that there are tears in my eyes)

and now that space has been held, we may move on

at the movie theater, there are 14 victims!!!! it's like the skin melted right off of them!!

scully looks absolutely horrified, like she might start crying, as her and skinner look at the bodies wrapped in bags. just coworker bonding activities. those two boys who snuck in managed to survive, and that fact is going to help them figure out what happened.

she says the contagion has to be something everyone touched… it must be the tickets!!

poor mulder is back in his apartment, holding his broken finger :(

and scully is here in the dark!!! “don’t be alarmed”, she says, alarming him <- lmaooo god i just love her 

HE YELLS AT HER TO GET OUT OF THERE??? and when she says skinner told her everything, he denies knowing what she’s talking about 

GOD the low and breathy “oh, mulder, what did they do to you?” as she examines his hand… and he’s wincing… absolutely 100% going in my favorite moments for s5 list. 

(still thinking about this. and my stomach and heart are doing flips)

“it needs to be set. you’re in pain” oh my god. oh my goddddd. AND his whiny “yeah, if you keep pulling it around like that” ...... woah

this feels illegal for a hurt/comfort freak like me. this feels like something i would read in a fic and go "YEAHHH" and then leave a bunch of comments on about how it should have happened in canon. but it DID happen in canon. and it was perfect.

who wrote this episode? i didn't pay attention. whoever it is, we elope at dawn.

let her hold an ice pack on your hand.

she breaks the news that the new spartans killed 14 people in a movie theater, probably as a test, and they’re testing him too. but it seems they’re listening to him!! NOO!! HE DOESN'T KNOW THIS!!! AND THEY KEEP TALKING!!!

THEY HAVE A RIFLE ON HIM??? it’s the other guy, bremer!!!!

poor baby is coming into the FBI at 3 am with his fucked up hand :(

time to talk with the CIA guy and skinner. the new spartans want a bunch of money.

ohhh, skinner is scared. he’s trying to buy time and he wants a tail on mulder!! but this other guy from the CIA says no tail!!! 

(still thinking about this, too. gnawing on it like a bone)

this other dude from the CIA does not give a single fuck if mulder lives or dies. i guess they don't have time for love in their hearts over at that agency.

CIA man was prepared with fake files for them. weird...

“if you don’t hear from me by midnight… feed my fish”, mulder says to skinner before leaving. amazing last words to tell your boss.

skinner watches, filled with feelings, indescribable like usual

scully is here to look at the virus! “it’s bacterium”, she points out. yeah it is baby <3 

but it wasn’t on the ticket!! so how did it get in the theater??

“it looks like a streptococcus” she says. and i have heart eyes. hey. hiiiiiii.

“but strep wouldn’t be able to survive any kind of exposure to the environment” <- absolutely giggling over here as she does her science talk. also nodding along like i knew that for sure (i did not, which is what makes this so enjoyable)

somehow it was covered with a protective covering??? and the other scientist says it’s NOT from russia. who did this….

mulder is rolling up in his sunglasses. but the lights in his room are cut!!! it’s the muscle guy who messed up his pinkies earlier!!! and haley!! he tells haley to get that man who beat me up out of here. and then he gives him the files.

but haley is suspicious of the files… he says to put the hood on. where are they taking him???? mulder says he won’t do it!!!!

scully’s calling skinner… but he’s on speaker and she won’t talk unless she’s off speaker!!!

weird for him to answer on speaker, but okay. “my research indicates that it was almost certainly developed domestically”, she says about the pathogen. and i'm blushing. and kicking my feet.

OHHHH she says she found that virus being developed in the 1960’s as a bioweapon!!! you cannot out research her!!! but the CIA guy is here too… is he hiding that??

she thinks the bioweapon program was continued in secret and mulder is on a suicide mission!!!!

“right. thank you” says skinner. and he tells the CIA guy she is merely concerned for her partner.

where is this dude taking mulder…? the answer: to a barn filled with endless amounts of guns while tense music plays!!

mulder is meeting with bremer, the head fellow in charge of the new spartans, now. 

“you a believer?” “i have my beliefs” “you willing to die for them?” “i prefer it didn’t come to that” <- a measured response

they make him wear a dracula mask… this is so humiliating!!!

scully is sleeping in her car at 6 am… wake up, sleepy scully!

“the money… oh my god, the money” SHE IS REALIZING THINGS!! and she speeds off!!

they’re making HIM break into the bank?? as dracula?? this is so unfairrrrr!!!

so they cart him off to the bank in that sad rubber mask.

NO, they burst out and grab the poor money guy… and then everyone in the busy bank is forced to put their hands up!!! and mulder is planning something… but someone shoots!!!!

and mulder has to finish the guy off!!! can he aim well enough???? to hit right NEXT to his head???

they’re taking the money in bags…… and mulder still has to kill the guy… 

someone else is spraying the pathogens on all the money that they are leaving behind!!! if this gets out... a terrible outbreak!!

at the last minute, someone else comes in and kills the guy for mulder, because his weapon was traceable!!! oh my god!!!!!!

he looks back at the poor guy :(

now he’s burning his mask and looking very pensive :( 

bremer is burning some of the money, saying the bills can be traced… 

OH NO! the bank heist was a decoy so they could contaminate the OTHER money!!!! the money that they didn’t take!!! 

NOOOO, how can scully save the day?!

bremer pulls out a gun and OH! haley gets in the way! saying he already knows bremer’s secret!!

haley says that mulder gave him a report, explaining that bremer has been leaking information! but bremer says mulder knew a false report would feed haley’s ambition to take over!! SO WHAT IS THE TRUTH? will they fight it out??

NOOOOO!!! bremer finds the audio from when mulder was chatting with scully about him being undercover!!!! he is furious!!! 

scully finds skinner, saying the new spartans put the biotoxins on the money, and that they need to find mulder NOW. 

bremer has haley and mulder sat execution style. oh, he lets bremer go, tossing him the keys to an escape car. very interesting.

and they take mulder to kill him…. he’s plotting… man is always plotting…. handsome and plotting…..

bremer says to get down and mulder waits a very long time before doing so… what is going on…….?

they’re gonna kill my boy….

NO!! bremer instead shot the pinky torturing guy!!! and saved a car for mulder and said to run!!!!

a great question is posed: who is this dude??

he’s running back to the bank!!! and scully is here too!!!!! the cash supply is being isolated!! 

OHHHH...... SHE RECOGNIZED HIM ON THE SECURITY TAPE FROM THE BANK ROBBERY, EVEN WITH THE MASK ON, BECAUSE OF HIS FINGER.... OH MY GODDDDD

he makes a little motion over his face to indicate the mask, and oh my god. the intimacy of recognizing someone without seeing their face because you tended to their wounds…. someone hold me.

bremer is working for the government. and before mulder goes any further… scully wants him to know it might have been a set up

enter CIA guy. 

“agent mulder, our government is not in the business of killing innocent civilians” “the hell they aren’t” <- GET EM FOR ME 🔥🔥

OH SHIT, SCULLY IS ON HIM TOO!!!!

“you knew about this all along!!!” FIVE ISH FEET OF CONCENTRATED FURY IS BEING SET UPON YE

she is SCREAMING in his face, and mulder straight up accuses CIA guy of killing civilians as a test operation

skinner is just watching both of his unruly agents scream at this dude’s face. probably thinking that they are right, but hoping they could make 20% less of a scene.

damn. the CIA guy says that if they do whistleblow, they’ll just turn the people against the government, exactly like the new spartans want. 

what the fuck? all of that happened so the government could kill innocent people in a movie theater? so they can kill other people later when needed? just melt em down to the bone?

this is beyond evil.

scully and mulder need some time to start at the wall and unpack that for a bit. 

the episode ends with haley driving off into a ditch, his flesh melted from contact with the keys bremer gave him!!

holy fuck. so this episode was awesome, but that twist was absolutely crazy. 

damn. maybe *i* need time to sit and stare at the wall.

the government testing bioweapons on its own civilians… it isn’t unheard of. but to make the agents do it themselves is fucking twisted. they’re both going to be eaten up by that for the rest of their lives. 

if we can manage to put that aside, i feel like this was really a scully episode. highlighting her attention to detail, her intense loyalty, her brilliance, and every other amazing aspect of her character. she has a hell of a temper when she needs to, but it is matched in ferocity by her compassion.

still giggling at "who am i? who is he?!" because she really sold that scene LMAOOOO

oh mulder, needing to be all noble and mysterious and shut scully out because he thinks it will keep her safe. but he is entirely incapable of doing this because she clocks him instantly. he really did give it a go.

i also think it's very interesting that he gets down on his knees and doesn't run when bremer is going to kill him. it's as if he is surrendering. that is really significant to me, even if i cannot quite articulate why that is at the moment.

god, i'm going to need sedation after her 1) tending to his wounded hand and then 2) recognizing him faceless by the wound. hey? can anyone hear me? is this a dream? did i imagine this whole episode?

can we get more episodes like this? please? please please? a great mix of MSR angst with overtones of skinner/scully/mulder angst and comedic angry scully and whiny broken pinky baby mulder? of knowing someone so entirely they cannot keep anything from you? if another episode like this one also wants to grapple with the inhumane acts of the government perpetuated by those sworn to protect and serve, hey, i'll take that too. it only made a good thing better, even if it would be satisfying to get a real bad guy in jail for once in this show.

man. i am deeply pleased. i feel that there is little else i could ask for in an episode. allow me to now drift into sleep thinking of the romanticism of tending to your beloved's wounds. and the romanticism of letting your beloved touch the most injured parts of you. yeah.

[shunin-gumis]

(Not) Lonely SANTA's Mission - Track 03

Seasonal Event: Christmas 2024

Location: HAMA House - Living Room

Nagi: …Glue the eyes to the chrysanthemum, and attach the felt ears… 

Nagi: Add some puffed rice into the wrapper and tie it off with a ribbon… 

Nagi: Muun… 

Nagi: (After which I cast a charm of happiness— And that’s a wrap on the “Bunny Bouquet.”)

Nagi: (Yup. As I thought, working on the bouquets in the living room wards off the sleepiness compared to working on it back in my room.)

Nagi: Onto the next one.

Nagi: (Next is the Teddy Bouquet. Add the eyes to the chrysanthemum…)

Nagi: (The ears… Puffed rice…)

Nagi: (Charm…)

Nagi: …*snore*

Nagi: —*gasp*

Nagi: This isn’t good… My consciousness is floating away like the seeds of a dandelion… 

Nagi: Fluffy… 

Nagi: (T-There’s a weight… on my back…)

Nagi: (Could this possibly be the first encounter with one of the Seven Wonders of HAMA House: “The fairy that pulls you under if it catches you past midnight”...?)

Nagi: No way… Jose… 

Kuguri: My, so you were awake, Nagi?

*Nagi sinks down a bit*

Nagi: Oh, thank goodness. It’s just Kuguri-san. Um, you’re… really heavy… 

Kuguri: Mhm, that would be because I’m putting all my weight on you.

*Nagi keeps sinking down*

Nagi: Once again, the shepherd's purse is crushed gently… by the ever beautiful lily… augh… 

~~~

Tao: Argh, that last round didn’t go well. I seriously messed up my reload timing.

Tao: I’ll just grab an energy drink and move on to the next match…

???: Can’t… Breathe… 

Tao: Huh… Who’s groaning? No one’s supposed to be in the living room… The heck…

Kuguri: Hello, maci.

Tao: Woah, Kuguri-san, what are you doing here by yoursel–

Tao: W-Why are you on top of Hachinoya-san!?

Nagi: T-Tao… 

Tao: What are you doing!? Please get off of him!

Kuguri: That’s too bad. I simply wanted to enjoy the warmth of a pale flower for a little longer.

Nagi: Phew… I was almost flattened… But I was also surrounded by Kuguri-san’s nice scent in the meantime, so I guess I broke even…? No, it might be better than even… 

Tao: Are you alright, Hachinoya-san? What are you two even doing out here this late? It’s 4 AM, y’know.

Nagi: *gasp* This is no good. I need to get ready to head to the market.

Nagi: See you later, Tao, Kuguri-san. 

*Nagi runs off*

Tao: Sure…

Tao: It sorta looked like he’s working on something with his flowers… I wonder if he’s been working at night too?

Kuguri: My, hard workers have it hard, don't they? December is something of a bonus month meant for relaxing.

Tao: You slack off, like, every month though…

~~~

Location: Flower Laundry

Sonia: Yesh… Got it. Thank you for your order~

Sonia: Nagi-shan, we got an additional requesht on a pending order! I’ve left the note over here!

Nagi: Got it. The other Christmas bouquets are also perfectly done.

Sonia: The one that will be picked up at noon, yesh? I’ll keep it safe in the storage.

Sonia: Shtill, it’s a good thing we have sho many customers~

Nagi: This is a special holiday for florists. We should make good use of it.

Sonia: That reminds me, did you finish making the bouquets you plan to hand out later today?

Nagi: There’s still three left. The atmospheric pressure isn’t looking good today, so I’m taking the bus. I’ll make them on the way. 

Sonia: In that case, it’s probably besht if you leave now while you have two hours to shpare, beshides the time you need for travelling. 

Sonia: If you manage to get there early, you could always take it easy at the cafe nearby.

Nagi: Huh? But… 

Sonia: It's okay! You can leave the shop to me!

Sonia: Here you go, the usual shafety and emergency bag packed by yours truly!

Sonia: It’s got the bandages you losht lasht time, your helmet and whistle, and I’ve even put in shome extra cat toys and nyao-churu*!

Nagi: Sonia… 

Nagi: Thank you. These are all really handy.

Nagi: I’ll be off, then.

~~~

Location: HAMA Downtown

Nagi: (For a moment, I was worried when I ended up diving headfirst into a gaggle of cats while trying to avoid a snowdrift, but I was saved thanks to Sonia’s items.)

Nagi: (I managed to get to the station safe and sound. There’s still time before the bus arrives, it’s almost scary how smoothly this is going.)

Nagi: (Alright, I should use this time to make the remaining three Teddy Bouquets…)

Baby of the person sitting nearby: Da~

Nagi: Wah.

Nagi: (A tiny hand just grabbed onto one of the chrysanthemums…)

Baby’s Papa: Oh! C’mon, don’t do that. I’m so sorry for the trouble…!

Nagi: It’s okay… 

Baby of the person sitting nearby: Uua?

Nagi: …… 

Nagi: Muun… 

Nagi: (Grow up healthy and strong—)

Baby of the person sitting nearby: ?

Nagi: …Um. You can have this, if you’d like. As a present. 

Baby’s Papa: Wait, really?

Nagi: Yes. He seems to like it, and I have plenty to spare, so— 

Madam with a strong presence: Oh my, how wonderful! Could I have 3 of those teddies for my children too!?

Nagi: Um, uh, huh?

Kids with a strong presence: Wooow–! So cuuute! Gimme gimme gimme!

Nagi: Awawa… 

Nagi: S-Sure, here you go. Three teddies.

Kids with a strong presence: I don’t like this ribbon!

Nagi: Okay. I’ll change it for you, so let me know which color you like. Red? Alright, take this one.

Nagi: The chrysanthemums are delicate, so be careful not to crush them by accident. Yep, I’m glad you like them too— 

*sound of the bus leaving*

Nagi: …Ah.

Nagi: Excuse me, please wait. I need to get on too…!

~~~

Nagi: *out of breath*

Speedy delivery guy: Get outta the way! I gotta deliver this pizza within five minutes!

*Nagi slides to the right*

Nagi: Woah.

Kind worker: Watch out for that traffic cone!!

*Nagi hops back to the middle*

Nagi: Not a problem.

Taco vendor passing through: Welcome~ Happiness from the other side of the world, now at your doorstep~ Would you like to try our Mexican Avocado Tacos~

*Nagi slips and falls backwards*

Nagi: —Ah.

Nagi: (Turns out the skin of an avocado is pretty slippery too…)

Woman: That’s some gymnastics you just went through but, are you alright!?

Man: That spine’s arched so soundly even a lobster would be surprised…! Is your back okay!? I’ll call for an ambulance right now…!

Nagi: (I won’t make it in time if I’m loaded off in an ambulance…)

*Nagi gets back up*

Nagi: D-Don’t worry about it. Goodbye…!

*sound of tires screeching to a halt* 

Nagi: Oh.

Terrified witness A: Yikes, that guy just dived in front of that clearly luxurious looking car…

Terrified witness B: He’s a goner… 

Nagi: (...I wonder if I can reach a settlement with them. If I’m forced to work in some underground empire, I’ll need to check in with Kafka whether side-jobs are okay or not…)

*sound of a car window rolling down*

Liguang: What the hell are you doing, Hachinoya.

Notes:

Nagi specifically uses pompon mums for his bouquets this time, which is a smaller and round variety of chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemums in flower language can mean "noble," "believe in me," and "I love you" (specifically 君を愛す - kimi wo aisu, which is slightly different from the usual 愛してる - aishiteru)

Nyao-churu seems to be a play on ciao-churu which is a cat food brand.

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[shinysparklesapphires]

showtime precure!

chapter 37: little red amber hood.

🎀: @xryptik @baileypie-writes @lowcallyfruity @harufallinwonderland

"Mom?"

"Hm?" a woman crouched down to her daughter, who was wearing a crimson colored cloak around her shoulders, which she fixed.

"Are you gonna leave me?"

"of course not dear! what kind of silly question is that?"

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"ugh..." Amber smacked her alarm clock and sat up and stretched. She went over to her vanity and pulled out two dandelion colored hair ties, putting them around her hair.

She breathed out as she checked the date.

it's really been 7 years since she left huh?

"Morning Amber!" Lyna waved as she sat down at the table. Amber just gave an apathetic grunt in reply as she took a bite of the waffle she had grabbed from the cafeteria.

"You alright? You look awful." Lucia asked.

"m'fine." she replied.

"You sure?"

"mhm."

Constantine was silent at the end of the table. Everyone knew why but they didn't wanna press her further. Amber chewed softly.

"On the bright side, there hasn't been any Facade attacks this week!" Lucia chimed in, but the mood had already been ruined.

"Reel can I go use the restroom?" Amber got out of her chair.

"Huh? Oh yeah sure."

Amber was about to reach the bathroom door when she heard a faint ringing in her ear and she turned to see a door at the end of the hallway she could've sworn wasn't there before. But she could've sworn she heard a familiar voice calling out from behind it and before she could even register what was happening, she passed out.

When she woke up, she was in a wooded area, the chirping of birds could be heard above her.

"What the hell?? Where-" she looked down to see her school uniform had disappeared and she was now wearing a poofy dress with a knee length red skirt and a red hood and she was holding a wicker basket full of...one burger. huh.

"I mean...if no one's gonna eat it I guess I'll-"

"Amber?" Amber heard that familar voice again. she swore she had heard it somewhere, anywhere but she shook it off as she noticed a conveniently placed dirt path, so she decided to follow it.

“Amber!” Lucia ran up to her.

“Lucia?” Amber turned her head to the side confused.

Lucia sighed, “do you know what’s going on here? One moment I’m asleep at the table the next I’m lost in the middle of the woods!”

“I dunno.”

“AUGH!” Lucia exclaimed loudly as a deer jumped out from the bushes and stood in front of the two, startling Lucia.

“Hello children.”

“Uh- hi?” Amber waved nervously.

“Could you help me find something?”

“What do you need help finding?”

“My heart, the old woman at the end of the road stole it.”

“Sure! We’d be happy to help!” Lucia said cheerfully.

“Thank you so much! You just need to follow the path and you’ll get to her house in no time!” The deer hopped off.

“So, how did you get here Lucia?” Amber swung her basket back and forth as she walked.

“I just feel asleep and a woke up here!”

“Of course you did..” Amber snickered.

“I’m glad you atleast look happier now,” Lucia sighed. “What’s got you all depressed today anyway?”

“Today is the anniversary of my mom passing away. The funny thing about this outfit is that she used to call my Little Red when I was little, and even got me a cloak pretty similar to this one..” she smiled, but it wasn’t a real one.

Lucia’s smile faded away into a look of concern and pity.

“Oh…I’m so sorry…”

“It’s fine,” Amber reassured her before looking up and stopping dead in her tracks. “Is this really where the old woman lives?” She raised an eyebrow.

Instead of a little cottage or hut like the two imagined, there was a hospital in the middle of the woods. Or rather a hospital’s hallway. Tons of doors with room numbers and medical equipment scattered throughout.

“Little Red…”

Amber froze. She heard the voice again. But the color drained from her face as she realized whose voice it was.

“Mom?” The wicker basket dropped to the ground, as Amber shakily stepped closer and closer to one particular room door.

“Amber? Are you ok?” Lucia called out before a dark hand reached out from behind and grabbed her.

“AHH!”

“Lucia!” Amber dashed over to help her, but the hallway closed in on the both of them, as the deer from before popped out of one of the rooms.

The deer stood up on it’s hind legs, cocking it’s head to the side as a familiar white mask appeared on it’s face, and it’s limbs slowly morphed into a more humanoid figure.

“Tragedy!” Amber clutched her ribbon, “Precure, Rollback! Lights! Camera-“ she fell back as she realized.

She couldn’t transform.

Tragedy laughed as she summoned a bright light around Amber, trapping her inside.

“Amber! No!” Lucia yelled before the dark figure quickly covered up her mouth.

“Amber? Amber are you alright?” Amber woke up to feel a hand caressing her head, and she looked up to see a smiling woman with rust colored hair and tired eyes looking at her.

“Mom?” She felt tears welling up as she cried into the woman’s lap.

“I’m here baby don’t worry,” the woman continued to pat her head as Amber sniffed.

“What’s going on? Where are we?” The woman froze as Tragedy appeared behind her.

“I’d like to make a deal with you,” Tragedy reached out her arm as if to propose a handshake.

“I’d never make a deal with you!” Amber stood up, clenching her fists.

“But I have something you want,” Tragedy smirked.

“What?”

“I can’t give you back your mother.”

Amber froze for a second.

“You see, your friend has something of mine, something I’ve been wanting to have back since forever,” she pulled up an image of Constantine.

“What do you want with Constantine?”

“She’s managed to turn one of my greatest allies against me! If I let her live who knows what she may try to do next?”

“What are you saying?” Amber’s voice shook.

“Kill the girl.”

Amber felt like she was having a nightmare. She felt her heart start racing and her entire body start shaking uncontrollably.

“Cmon little red, it’s for the best!” The woman gently kissed Amber’s forehead.

“B-but I can’t kill Constantine! She’s one of my best friends!”

“It’s either her or your mother kid, choose wisely,” Tragedy chuckled.

“Cmon Amber, think about it! You’ll get to see me again and we’ll have so much fun just like we used to!”

“I don’t know….” Amber fell to the ground, clutching the red cloak around her shoulders, crying and sniffling.

“I just wanna go home…” she sobbed, “please just let me go home. I don’t want to kill anyone! I don’t want to do anything! I just want to go home..l just- I just-I” she sobbed as she hugged her knees to her chest. She cried as loud as she could, but she was helpless. What could she do? She couldn’t transform. She couldn’t call anyone for help. All she could do was lie on the floor crying like a pathetic little lump.

“Poor little poet,” Tragedy said with a fake tone of concern.

“You always act so tough, but you’re really the weakest member of your team,” she giggled as she watched Amber sob.

“AMBER! DON’T LISTEN TO HER!” Amber lifted her head at the sound of Lucia’s voice.

“SHE’S JUST TRYING TO MESS WITH YOU! YOUR MOM WOULD NEVER WANT YOU TO DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS!”

“Lucia…” Amber stood up, wiping the tears from her face, as a bright yellow light shone from beneath her.

“You are not my mother.” Amber turned to the woman.

“My mother would never want me to do something so selfish! She’d want me to move on, and be happy!” The light surrounded Amber’s body, changing her outfit into Cure Wright’s.

“And you know what else Tragedy?” An orange quill came into Amber’s hand as she tied it around her hair, turning it from red to gold in an instant as it twirled around her face.

“Even if she’s not here with me, I know my mom loves me. I know that my friends love me and my Dad and my Stepmom and everyone else!” Wright pulled out a quill and sliced the fake mother in half, causing her to explode.

“But you wouldn’t know what that’s like would you? No one’s ever loved you have they?” Wright raised her hand as a barrage of quills appeared behind her.

“AND YOU NEVER EVER WILL!”

“You little brat!” Tragedy lunged at Wright.

“Precure! Wright Blitz….FRENZY!”

“AUGHH!” Tragedy guarded herself, but one of the quills stuck her right in the arm, causing it to bleed.

“You!” She growled at Wright, who was staring at her with pure hatred in her eyes.

“Tragedy. When we find you again, I’ll make sure that you will never harm anyone again.”

Tragedy vanished, and so did the shadow holding Lucia, as she ran over to hug Wright.

“You were amazing!” She squeezed her tightly.

“You think so?”

“Yeah! Now, how do we get out of here?” Lucia looked around. The hallway had turned back into a wooded area, the sun was shining brightly and birds were chirping happily.

“I guess we just go back down the road?” Wright chuckled.

“AUGH! Damn precure…” Tragedy held her arm as she walked towards Catwalk.

“Miss Tragedy, Lenore is done with his correcting!” He said in a chipper tone as Lenore walked out with a smiling tragedy mask on his face.

“Good. Now make sure he gets rid of those girls once and for all.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I request a oneshot with Leshy from Cult of the Lamb and this child follower who just follows him eVeRyWhErE, and after getting mad at the child he's just like, 'yo heket I have a kid' and he's unbelievably chill about it after that and eventually just brings the kid with him instead of the child stalking him. (And platonically because I'm not that kind of weird--)

If you don't write for platonics or just don't want to write this please ignore-- have a wonderful timezone!

Awe this is such a cute idea!! Also for the child follower y/n I decided to make Lamb their parent (I'll leave the other parent up to interpretation).

...........

"Lesh!"

"Augh!! Lamb's little brat...how dare you stand in my way?! I could have tripped over you and spilled all these beetroots!"

"Sorry. I thought you'd wanna play tag..."

"Tag? No, thank you. I feel as though I'd be at a great disadvantage. Why don't you go find somebody else to play with? Perhaps someone who still has their sight."

"Okaaaay!"

"Good. Now away with you." Shooing you off, Leshy heard your hoof-steps running away from him. As he put the vegetables into the farming station's chest, he growled in irritation upon hearing Lamb's annoying bleating, as well as your own as you greeted them.

If only he could roll his nonexistent eyes...

For the Red Crown's vessel to marry their most devoted follower was one thing...but to have a child with them, too??

That's something he didn't expect when he first arrived into the cult. It probably wouldn't have bothered him so much if you weren't half-sheep and chose to annoy him in particular.

He's not sure how much time had passed between your birth and Lamb "saving" him and his siblings from purgatory...but you've grown into quite the irritable spawn.

You only proved his point when you returned a few minutes later, and he slammed the chest closed, making you stop in your tracks.

"The clopping of your hooves gives me a headache sometimes..what is it now?"

"Lammy asked me to ask you if um...you could lead the harvest ritual this evening?" You smiled up at him, oblivious to his attitude and snappy words.

".....they couldn't just ask me themselves??!" He groaned. "Fine. Tell them I will begin it at sundown. And I'm not waiting for everyone. If they're late, oh well."

"Will do! Thank you, Lesh!!"

The green bushworm huffed and tried going back to his work, only to become startled when you rammed into him, hugging his torso tightly. It made him tense up as he hissed angrily at you. "Don't touch!!!"

You let him go, confused. "Why?"

"Because....!!!" Leshy paused, having remembered that Lamb was likely close by, watching him. So he took a moment to think of another excuse. "...because..you may get ichor in your wool. We bishops haven't fully healed yet..so you may get sick."

"Ohhhhh, I see it. Sorry, Lesh! I'll be more careful next time!"

Nodding, he heard you leave to tell your parent what he said, and he was convinced you were officially gone for good this time.

Then his ears picked up the sound of a wheezy chuckle.

"I hear you, sister..."

"Brother...is...warming up....to them.." Heket teased as she approached her younger brother, nudging his elbow playfully.

"As if! I only put on the act because Lamb's around." He scoffed, shaking his head. "They won't hesitate to make me relive my death again if I do anything to upset their little spawn.."

"Hm..good...luck. I'm...hungry...bye...." The red frog decided to leave him alone and head to the kitchen station.

And for a while, Leshy was able to finish his tasks at the farm without any disturbances. But just as he brushed the dirt off his hands and was ready to eat, too, he overheard Lamb talking with a random follower who hollered their name from across the base.

They spoke of having trouble confessing to someone they liked...so they wanted their leader to get flowers from his realm as a "gift" for this crush of theirs.

He thought it was outrageous.

'Does nobody here want to lift a finger anymore?! Or maybe..they're just too scared to enter my realm...so it must be doing well even without me to rule it. But if Lamb's going there, then.....no...would they..?'

It suddenly dawned on Leshy, and he scratched his bandages, finally remembering something that has been weighing heavily on his mind:

A relic.

Specifically a piece of him that was lost to the woods.

He remembers commanding the worms to hide it for him so none of his devotees tried to seize its power for themselves.

For as long as he's been in Lamb's cult, he learned they were an excellent scavenger--willing to retrieve bundles of silk or crystals for their more artsy followers, and even mushrooms for those who were "curious" about them.

They've reunited friends and siblings...even the ones who killed their entire species.

Surely, he could ask them about it.

It wouldn't hurt to try, right?

After the follower left, Leshy walked over to you and Lamb, ignoring your greeting of excitement when he arrived, as well as him making no effort to stop you from playing with his tail. It just swished around, and you kept jumping over it like some rope.

"Lamb. Just so we're clear..this is not a favor, I do not need your charity." He warned.

"...okay? What is it?" They tilted their head, closing their doctrine book.

"Well...when dear brother Narinder struck us in his fury, my eyes were torn from the socket. One was salvaged, and hidden in the tangled Darkwood. I despair at the thought of it being uncovered by some simple-minded beast..."

He took a pause, before sighing. "You have navigated my realm once before, do so again and recover my eye. Perhaps we can...make an arrangement."

As expected, Lamb was adamant. "Why should I find something that your "dear brother" took? Why don't you ask him since it's his fault? Or maybe you can go find it yourself?"

"You know I can't. If he goes, he'll lie and claim it's gone forever. If I go, all of Darkwood will be out for my head!" He huffed. "I thought it was your duty to cater to your followers' needs. You've never sent one back into the maw of Silk Cradle to find their lost brother, even though it's their fault for-"

"That's different, Leshy. You don't get to group yourself with them just yet." They warned, scowling at him. "They don't know these realms like you do. They have good hearts, led astray by your hubris and corruption. You were a rotten bishop who ruined their lives..ruined my life...and on that note, you've shown my child nothing but disrespect since the moment you arrived."

At the mention of you, you stopped playing around and frowned. "Lammy-"

"Disrespect?! They've been following me nonstop and disrupting my work!!" He exploded. "But of course you'll never believe me because they're such a "perfect little angel" in your eyes-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH, WRETCHED WORM!!!"

Suddenly, Leshy felt his throat tightening up as his feet were lifted off the ground. And he coughed, clasping his hands around his neck as he realized what was happening to him:

Lamb was strangling him.

And there's no way for him to fight the invisible force that kept crushing his windpipe. He could only gag and beg for mercy, becoming panicked quickly as the ichor dripped down his face faster.

Why did this feel more agonizing than the sharp blades that sliced and diced into him dozens of times?

"Never forget the god who usurped you and granted vermin like you the blessing of redemption.." The sheep snarled, eyes glowing red with rage, sharp teeth bared as they watched the bushworm writhe. "Speak illy of my child again, and I will-"

"Lammy, stop it!! You're hurting him!"

They felt a tug on their cloak and looked at you, having forgotten that you've been standing there the entire time. A look of horror flashed in their eyes as they quickly set Leshy down, allowing him to catch his breath.

"Oh no..I...forgive me, my dear." Embracing you, they gave you a tiny smile after their demonic features disappeared. "I-I didn't mean to make you see that, but...you must understand why I did it, right? He was being very rude and unkind to-"

"He didn't mean it." You pouted, although you did hug them back. "Will you find his eye?"

Leshy glanced up in bewilderment.

Did he hear you correctly?

Lamb was just as stunned that you were taking his side, blinking. "But [y/n]-"

"No! You have to find it, Lammy! He's only grouchy because he doesn't have his missing eye." Your gaze went to the bushworm. "I bet if you find it for him, he'll feel better!"

"...I suppose you're right about that." They sighed in defeat, standing up and turning to him. "You are fortunate that my child has such a forgiving heart, so...I will search for your eye when I have the time. But remember that I'm doing this for them, not for you."

Leshy just nodded in understanding, awkwardly scratching his bandages as he heard hoof steps walking away from him. Yet he was too afraid of moving from his kneeling position.

"It's okay. It's just me, Lesh."

Feeling your smaller hands take his own, his shoulders relaxed a little as you brushed some of the ichor off his face with a cloth you found. "Don't cry, it's okay now."

"I-I..had it coming." He finally found his voice, still shaken up over the altercation. "It's my fault. I was the one acting more childish than you..and I owe you an apology for-"

"No, Lammy should be sorry." You frowned and hugged him. "I don't like it when they do that. You're right..they should help everyone here. Even you."

This time he didn't push you away and instead wrapped his arms around you, feeling the wool on top of your head and the nubs that would soon sprout into horns.

Lamb was right.

He felt blessed to have your forgiveness...or else he surely would have met a grim demise.

Maybe you weren't as annoying as he previously thought.

"..thank you, [y/n], for standing by me. Will you...let me know when your parent returns with my eye?" He hesitated to ask.

Yet you immediately answered with enthusiasm.

"Of course!"

..........

"Sister! My child's green thumb continues to flourish!"

"....you....have...child...?"

"Over there!"

"...Lamb's....spawn-?"

"No, no! That is [y/n]!" Leshy huffed, shaking his head as he heard you rapidly approaching. Then he crouched down with a smile, keeping his arms open so you could rush into them. "How are you today?"

"Great, Lesh!!" You giggled as he picked you up, although he sensed that you put something on his head. "It's a camelia crown. The most beautiful ones I could find! I feel sad you can't see it, though..."

"That is alright, little one. I still remember their colors and radiance.." His claws reached up to gently brush the petals, humming with nostalgia. "Its fragrance remains constant..so I know it's always here with me. Thank you."

Looking at Heket, you giggled again as you saw that her extra pair of eyes were now open, wide with disbelief at her brother's sudden change of heart. "Hek-Hek! I didn't know you had four eyes!"

"...what did...you do...to...brother?" She squinted in suspicion.

"Well, umm..I-" You stammered, trying to explain yourself.

"They insisted that Lamb recovered my eye." Leshy was quick to explain, setting you down on the ground. "At first they refused and got irrationally angry with me for "insulting" their child. But [y/n] spoke up in my defense and...their "Lammy" listened and retrieved it this morning. Looks like it was in one of Chemach's lairs, but I let them keep it."

"Huh.....why..?"

"It's more useful to them as a relic. It's not like I can reattach my own eye and see out of it again, but I find peace knowing it's here."

"...good...point..." Heket paused, before touching her own throat and thinking for a few moments. "Would...Lamb....find....it for..me...?"

"A throat sac? Hmm..you can certainly try, sister."

Nodding in understanding, she turned and walked away, eager to ask Lamb if they were willing to recover what she had lost within Anura.

Once she was gone, you tapped Leshy on the arm. "Can you help me get the fertilizer for the plants? It's....kinda icky and really smelly."

He smiled as well, patting the top of your head. "Of course, little one. You can leave all the "icky" work to me."

And with that, you both set off to the farming plot, with him not being bothered by your presence anymore.