#I had an ask wondering what weird edgelord take I could possibly have

[docholligay]

YES. FUCK. AS I’ve said multiple times over the course of this blog/show and will again, I cannot fucking STAND when people can’t own their garbage. We fuck up, as people. Is this is a huge fuckup? Yes. Very very much so. But, we all fucking SUCK from time to time. We just DO.

The difference is, once we realize we are wrong--which can be a journey in itself--we need to own our shittiness. “I did it because I was lonely and afraid, and a coward. It was weak, and it was wrong, and if I had any backbone at all I would have left, but I didn’t.” That I could respect! I can always respect people saying that they’re cowards, or, they flatass don’t care enough to bother with something. I hate the “I didn’t have a choooooooiiiiiice.” Own it.

Note, this does not mean I think you deserve to suffer forever! I think you did a really fucking horrible think when you were 15, and the life you have led since then suggests you are a different person. Assuming you made pamphlets and committed assault, i guess, I would say, go forward. Do you best to broadly make it up to the world.

But don’t weasel out of it.

[opreaadriann]

Found your game today, and tried it out and really enjoyed it. I already brought up the trans name situation on the forums, which you so kindly already replied to and figured I'd ask the last few things here both to get your account here some traction, but to also avoid clogging up the forum post.

The player is able to get a tattoo, which is fucking amazing but I was wondering if it would be possible to get more than one? Unless individual tattoos and their meaning is brought up at any point in conversation, which it would then make sense to limit it to just one. But if the specifics of the tattoo isn't brought up, could you make so that the player could've multiple tattoos?

On the topic of tattoos, an option to have piercings would be a really cool option as well. Even if they aren't outright mentioned at all in the story, they would still be a cool addition if for no other reason than a head-canon of what your MC looks like. Again, having multiple piercings would be cool. Piercings would definitely add some extra spice for the players like me, who are going for the rebel without a cause / rockstar musician persona.

Height. Absolutely height. I want to be a tall trans girl rebel/musician who can tower over the shorter RO's, specifically the girls, even if I do feel like I won't romance anyone of them. At least not from what I've seen of them so far, and their personalities and past and present behavior.

And last but not least. Cigarettes. When you meet the clown that was our first friend, you can pull out a pack of cigarettes and hand him one, because you think he might find it cool. This option to me at least, seemed very out of left field since there was absolutely no indication the MC was a smoker. I don't personally mind the MC smoking, again it would fit her persona, but it might be jarring to some players. Maybe make it an option early on if the MC smokes, and if they do they'll have the option to pick this scene? Like that it's established the MC smokes, and as a result can be used later on in the story for other scenes as well, rather than just potentially being a one-off situation, and it could potentially become a cool story element to build on the MC and their potentially very different personalities from each different player. Because as it currently is, making it a one-off scene would make it even more weird than it already feels without any prior choice of smoking or not, because why would the MC smoking never be mentioned again if they picked this choice, because clearly they smoke otherwise they wouldn't carry a pack of cigarettes with them I would imagine.

This last bit isn't really a topic, suggestions, or request, but rather a question. If you join the band with your adept skill being music, the MC has some internal monologue about how you might be able to take over the lead singer role if you got trained in singing. Will this ever be an option? Because I would love to absolutely take over the band, as the main 'front girl' with my bass and singing, haha.

Hey, first of all, thanks for the name change suggestion. It really would have been stupid to keep the same name after the transition haha. I’ve already added the code for it, I’ll just wait to do a bigger update to add it to the demo.

Originally I was thinking of making the tattoos important in some way or another but It’s been 5 years and I can’t remember for the life of me what that purpose was. So yeah, I’ll add the option to add more tattoos and I’ll probably only talk about one of them or mention their overall presence.

And sure, piercings, why the hell not?

Oh yeah, height would be good for the character customization. I just naturally assumed the MC was relatively tall, but forgot I should actually give the choice haha

The smoking bit I thought worked well with the rebel/edgy persona, since, for example, the edgy type will have a lot of stuff never mentioned before ready for special occasions. In the cafeteria scene, the edgelord had food prepared from home and they don’t stay in line to get anything. But yeah, I guess I could explain better that our MC prepared stuff from home for occasions like these.

And, yes, you can become the lead vocalist for the renowned Fighting Rooster! Without spoiling anything, there will be a plot in the band where you’ll need to figure out who should be the vocalist. And that option can also be you.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Fic, Off of Land, Out of Water, Part 5, After.

Warning for injury and implied homophobia and questionable relationships.

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Abstract: Dangerous games are afoot. Logan. Is involved.

5. After

Roman looked out at the ocean, wondering silently how exactly he got here. It’s not like he hadn’t earned this after all. He had gotten himself a lawyer, and not a bad one at that. He had worked his way up the ranks, written his book, leaked his makeup routine.

But still. Here, in a condo overlooking the ocean? Now that was just ridiculous. And his boyfriend did seem to take a lot more business trips since they moved in together. He wondered about his brother’s safety slightly if a certain fact were revealed. Or that other fact. Or the third, slightly newer fact with glasses and weird freckles.

No, that was crazy talk. Crazy talk. Listen to him. He’s starting to sound like Virgil. If Virgil were into anyone enough to date them, that is. Paranoid. He’s just paranoid. He earned this. He earned this view. He deserved a little time to himself while John was on his trip.

He took another shot of tequila as the buzzer rang by his door. Who the hell was visiting at one am?

He hit the button by the intercom.

“Hello?”

“Roman, let me in. Right now.”

“Virgil?”

“Let me up, moron!”

Virgil’s voice sounded deeper than usual, like it was being damaged by something. Roman hit the button to unlock the front door of the building and went to put on a shirt. The frantic knocking started when he got back to the entryway.

Virgil grabbed him so fast that he didn’t comprehend that his brother was completely naked and dripping wet until after he grabbed Roman so hard he felt he might break and said

“Where’s Logan?”

……….

There’s a game that mer children play with brine lakes. Pools of water under the water that rest there due to their high salt content. 

Like with many games that unsupervised children play, there’s a level of danger to it. Like human children playing crack the whip on thin ice or putting dimes on railroad tracks, mer children kiss danger by luring blooms of jellyfish into brine lakes.

The nearest equivalent to the name of this game in English would be pop the bubble in the central to south Atlantic and hug of death in most other places. Logan of course, growing up in the central Atlantic, would have called it pop the bubble, and despite what he will tell you he played it quite a few times growing up with his classmates and with his best friend Virgil. Everyone did, and all parents know that no matter how many times they warn children against this game they will end up playing it anyways.

………

Virgil angrily ran the towel through his hair. The pink t-shirt that said “baby queen” on it sticking to his wet skin did nothing to improve his mood.

“How do you know he’s in danger? We’re hours away from the central coast. How could you know?”

Virgil threw the towel at him.

“I told you already! The ocean is angry!”

Virgil went into another coughing fit and Roman led him over to the sink where he promptly coughed up a disturbing amount of black sludge.

“Fucking black gold.” Virgil said.

Roman hit his back. “Come on, chemical bromance. Hack it up.”

With a few more coughs and a bit of vomiting all the black sludge found its way out of Virgil’s body. Or at least, no more came out.

“I’m no expert, but should I take you to the doctor?”

“No time! Get me your leather jacket.” Virgil said. “We need to get to Tampa.”

“Why Tampa?”

“Because Logan’s in Tampa.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just do, okay? We don’t have much time!”

……….

Pop the bubble has no winners or losers. It’s done just for the thrill of it, and quite honestly the rush of adrenaline that comes with it is very addictive.

The magical scaled parts of mer people’s bodies are highly resistant to most forms of damage, including mild hacking, biting, and jellyfish stings. The same can not be said for the human portions of skin, however. Although the human half of the body provides warmth and the ability to breathe in almost any environment and eat almost anything, it’s also open to being stung. It’s this danger that having two types of skin on one intelligent creature provides that makes this game even possible in the first place.

……….

As they drove down the road a little too fast and Virgil changed into the emergency clothes in the backseat, Roman kept trying to change the subject.

“But the bigger problem here is Logan. How do we really know he’s there?”

“Logan and I are connected by the primal ancient force which is the petty bitch fight between the land and sea.” Virgil said. “Now tell me why you haven’t gone back to- ow!”

Virgil fell off the seat as he tried to pull his boots back on.

“If mother were here I think she’d say something about seatbelts.” Roman said.

Virgil awkwardly made his way into the front seat.

“Yeah well if mom were here that would mean she accepts us all now wouldn’t it?” he said, putting his seatbelt on. “Now shut up and tell me why you’re still living in Miami with that idiot.”

………

Jellyfish can’t sense in the way most creatures would, but they do have senses and they can become agitated. Mer children often make noise or bat at blooms with their tails to get them away from the unpleasant stimuli and towards the brine lakes. Many times children will come very close to being stung before they lure the jellyfish into the lake and watch them die.

Every time they come close to being stung they tell themselves “Well I haven’t been stung yet.”

And it’s all fun and games until it’s not.

……….

“...and it was just one time. I’m sure he didn’t mean it. It’s not like he got physical, okay? He’s a perfect gentleman most of the time. Like me.”

Virgil sighed and whistled high pitched first and then made a sound in the back of his throat almost like a mating whale.

“What does that mean?” Roman asked.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “It’s a saying. A man doesn’t realize that water pressure is killing him until he’s almost dead.”

They went for most of the way to Tampa in silence. Or, Roman’s version of silence. Which meant he only spoke about half the ride. Thankfully, highway patrol didn’t notice how fast they were going. Once in Tampa, Virgil seemed to know exactly where to go, even though Roman had no memory of ever visiting that place.

“No, moron. The other left. Okay, it’s up here.”

They were in a residential neighborhood with private woods behind it that led to the bay. It was pitch black out except for the occasional street light and as they got out of the car Roman couldn’t help but think that this was exactly the type of environment he could chip a nail in.

“He’s here.” Virgil said.

“Honestly I can’t believe you would… did you hear that?”

It was a masculine yell, and one that sounded very familiar. Not one that would wake someone from a deep sleep, but one that you would learn to pinpoint from a mile away after hearing it being afraid of their mother for the first time.

“Patton.” they both whispered together before jumping the fence and running towards it.

……….

Virgil was too squeamish to actually touch the jellyfish with his tail.

“They are so disgusting.” he clicked.

“I am starting to believe what you told me about the witch not letting you go anywhere.” Logan said, tying his hair back. “It’ll be slightly more difficult for you given your…” he gestured to Virgil’s mostly blank torso, “...condition, but I think you’ll be fine. Just resist the urge to let them touch the scaleless areas of your skin.”

“And why would I be tempted to do that?” Virgil asked, pulling his hands close to his torso in a very human show of disgust.

“They are very squishy looking.” Logan said in a very serious tone.

Virgil let one small laugh escape. Logan showed him the right way to swirl the water around and swim away really fast when it became too dangerous. If either of them were ones for laughing they would’ve laughed. As it was even the two most somber looking young mermen in the city with reputations for looking like they were always attending a funeral together, grinned from ear to ear.

As the jellyfish started to almost melt in the brine lake Virgil held onto Logan’s much smaller shoulders to anchor himself. At first Logan thought it was silent laughter. Then he noticed the heavy breathing.

Logan turned Virgil over and saw an angry red mark on his chest. And others on his side. They were slowly growing.

“Oh, gods and sacred tides. Virgil, can you hear me? Virgil, I can see that you’re still breathing. Virgil? I need you to answer me.”

……….

“Logan, answer me!” Patton called out.

Logan looked carefully over the waves for the first time since he had changed. The bay was much calmer than the open ocean, but not enough to quiet the screaming in his mind.

He had to be ready. He had to be, right? That’s what this must be. The call of the ocean that Virgil keeps talking about. It must be. It’s only logical. Why else would he hijack Patton’s car? If he’s doing it then there must be as reason behind it. That’s who he is. That’s what he is. If he goes in he can return to what he really is. That must be it.

Voices and footsteps mixed with Patton’s. They were almost there. All he had to do was go in. Find is way home. Finish his test. Pretend like none of this ever happened.

“He can’t swim!” Virgil called out. “I can’t swim! Not like this!”

“What do you mean you can’t swim, fishy edgelord?”

“I mean, I can’t change back right now and nobody ever taught me how to swim with a human body! Logan! No! Pop the bubble!”

The last thing that crossed Logan’s mind before the water engulfed him was “Wait. What? Oh. Oh no.”

[death-himself]

Light the Way—Chapter 1

Summary: When Aya, the demon of light's soul is split in four, a new Light Seer is made and has to go on a mission to bring her back with the help of six traumatized teens

Word Count: 1,287

Warnings: Sickness, Talk of Killing People

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It all started with a fall. Thomas had driven his mom to the hospital, only to learn that she was sick in a way that the doctors didn’t even understand. Her breathing was shallow, her limbs trembling, her mind shut off in a comatose state, but her heart still beating as strong as ever.

She was put in a hospital bed to be tended to, and Thomas was sent home. He’d be staying with his dad until she got better.

With each day though, he felt something changing around him, as if the air he was breathing was transforming with every exhale. He had begun seeing shadowy creatures in the mirrors, visions of future events every time he closed his eyes, and if he focused, he could swear he felt the life coming from within his father’s soul. It was unsettling to say the least.

Nonetheless, he continued on with his normal routine. Go to college, visit his mom, head home, try to ignore the increasingly unusual things he was seeing. It was just the stress messing with him. That’s all it was.

Roman waited patiently outside of Lazaluf’s office. It wasn’t like her leader to make her wait, she couldn’t help but wonder why. She heard footsteps climbing the stairs, turning to see a familiar, annoyed face. She groaned.

“What are you doing here, Shadowmaster?”

“You know, that’s actually a kinda cool nickname. Thanks.” Virgil spoke with a sneer.

“That’s not answering my question, you know.” Virgil took a seat as far from Roman as possible, crossing his arms and sinking into the chair with a huff.

“Sir Lazaluf called for me, duh.” Roman scoffed.

“He called for me though!”

“He can ask for multiple people, dumbass!”

“But he never calls for you, why would he?” The door swung open, and suddenly their leader was towering over them.

“I did in fact call for both of you, I’ll have you know. Now come in, we have matters to discuss.” Virgil and Roman exchanged a final glare.

“Boujee little bitch.”

“Edgelord supreme.”

They took their seats in front of Lazaluf’s desk, Virgil’s eyes immediately being drawn to the Newton’s cradle, the back and forth of the metal balls calming him somewhat. “So what did you call us here for, sir?”

Lazaluf sighed, leaning against his desk as he looked through one of his many files. “I was asked to send two of my Proxies to retrieve the new Light Seer.”

“There’s a new Light Seer?” Virgil interrupted. “I thought her son wouldn’t inherit her powers for another couple of years!”

“What is a Light Seer?” Roman asked.

“Of course you don’t know what a Seer is.”

“Be polite, Virgil, he’s still somewhat new to our world.” Lazaluf answered. “Seers are some of the most important beings in all the realities. They’re in charge of keeping balance and protecting mortals from seeing our world. Something has happened to my sister Aya. Her palace was ambushed by Verci just last week without any of us outside of her reality knowing. That could be the cause of the Seer passing on her power early.”

“So...you’d like us to find this new Seer and bring them here?” Roman asked.

“Bring him to Akale. He knows much more about this situation than I. I was simply asked to provide the Seer protection on his journey.” Lazaluf handed Roman the file, containing all the information they needed about this new Seer. “Be quick and work as a team, you two. You are dismissed.” The two stood up and gave their leader a polite bow before walking out the door.

“Do we have to work together?”

“Yes, we do. A Seer’s life is on the line.” They walked out of the castle, Virgil grabbing the bow and quiver of arrows he had left at the door and slinging it over his shoulder.

“Why did he request for you to protect him though? Aren’t your powers a bit, ah...unstable?” Virgil’s eye twitched. He took a deep breath.

“Gee Roman, this coming from someone who can summon like a million swords to murder people with?”

“I haven’t killed anyone with it yet!”

“Keyword: yet. You will eventually.”

“See, this is why I don’t like you.”

“Cute that you think I give a shit. Where are we going?” Roman spluttered, searching through the file quickly.

“Uh...Florida.”

“Florida: land of insanity. Sounds about right. Come on, let’s get this over with.”

They didn’t even need an address to spot the Seer’s house; the monsters surrounding it was enough. Virgil sighed, pulling an arrow from his quiver and searching for the tallest perch to shoot from. Roman grinned cheekily, running right into the crowd, swords of blinding white light forming around her.

“Show off.” Virgil mumbled, climbing up the nearest tree and firing his volley of arrows. He tried to keep his attack far from Roman’s, in order to keep from hitting his partner as well as to let her get killed by her own stupidity if she got overwhelmed.

While the crowd of monsters had been rather large, the two had managed to slim it down enough to get through to the new Seer. Virgil picked the front door’s lock while Roman fought off the remaining monsters. He shoved the door open, pulling Roman in and slamming the door shut, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Seer?” Roman asked the house. A face poked out from the stairwell, eyes wide with confusion.

“Uh...get out of my house?” The man spoke with a panicked, questioning tone, a baseball bat held in trembling hands. Virgil barricaded the door with a bookshelf, before walking slowly over to the Seer.

“We’re not gonna hurt you, sir. We’re just here to take you somewhere.”

“You two look like teenagers, why do I feel like you’re gonna kidnap me?”

“I mean, it’s not kidnapping if you agree to come with us.” Roman groaned, pushing past Virgil.

“You are awful at explaining things!” She turned to the Seer with a smile. “Sir, we’re here because you’re a Seer, which is apparently a really important thing. We’re supposed to be like your bodyguards, or—” she gasped excitedly, “—or your knights! As your knights, we were asked to protect you!” The Seer blinked, looking back and forth between Roman and Virgil.

“Again, you’re teenagers.”

“And you’re, like, nineteen. You’re not an adult.” Virgil spoke, watching the barricaded door cautiously. “You’re our new Seer. You got that from your mom, who passed her power onto you when she passed out. I’m guessing you’ve been seeing weird stuff like shadows and visions since that happened?” The Seer nodded slowly. “Yeah, that’s Seer powers for you.”

“Is that why all those weird monsters are outside?”

“Yep. They wanna either kill you or suck your soul. So let’s maybe go before they can break in and do that?” The Seer looked at the ground, seeming to be questioning his entire existence as he knew it, before standing up and hesitantly joining them.

“What about my dad? He’s not home right now, but—”

“He’s mortal, he’ll be fine.” Roman then bowed dramatically to Thomas, a wide smile on her lips. “It’ll be an honor to protect you, sir.”

“Just Thomas is fine.”

“Then it’ll be an honor to protect you, Thomas.” Virgil cleared his throat loudly.

“Alright, cut the formalities. He’s not a demon or a god, you don’t have to bow to him. Let’s just get the hell out of here before the door gets broken down.”

Thomas let out a small, almost hysterical laugh. “Yeah, that sounds good.” Roman created a few swords of light, Virgil knocked an arrow in his bow, and they charged out.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Ankle Biter

Summary: ​It’s Red’s turn to be de-aged. Luckily, Edge knows someone who has experience with babies.

Tags:  Pre-Spicyhoney, Pre-Relationship, De-Aged, Baby Bones, First Times

Notes: So, I have this weird not-really-a-series-but-it-is storyline of de-aged fics. This came to me last night at 3am, while I was well-dosed with cold medicine so do with that what you will. 

The stories are, in order:

A Little Edgy | A Lot Edgier | Keeping Elastic | A Bit of a Stretch

And now this one:

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It was close to noon when the pounding on the front door woke Stretch. Much too early to be dragging ass out of bed but whoever was exercising their fist on their door wasn’t taking ‘not home’ for an answer.

Stretch shuffled down the stairs, bathrobe hanging open over his shorts and T-shirt. He scrubbed at his dry sockets with the back of his hand, grumbling out, “yeah, yeah, keep your hair on.”

As it turned out, the knocker didn’t have any hair to cling to. Edge stood on the porch in that stiff posture of his that made Stretch wonder if he shoved a broomstick through his pelvis every morning to make sure his spine was level.

He hadn’t seen Edge in a few weeks; some shit was going down in Underfell, or that was the Fell bros’ excuse for skipping out on movie night. To have him showing up on their porch in the middle of the damn day meant things, probably none of them good.

In his arms was a bundle, wrapped up in Edge’s prized scarf. Before Stretch could even put together a ‘what the fuck’, Edge twitched aside the corner of the scarf to reveal a sleeping baby bones, one with suspiciously familiar bone structure

Stretch sighed and held open the door. Looked like his penance for skipping out on sentry duty made deliveries.

“whatever the fuck our science types are working on, they can stop anytime now,” Stretch grumbled. His own turn in short pants was still a sore point between him and Blue, his bro being torn between outright asking what was up and pretending it never happened. Just as well, Stretch wanted to talk about it again right around as much as he wanted to loan out a femur to the Dogi.

At least now they had baby clothes laying around. Red hadn't been happy about being changed into the panda outfit and Stretch nearly lost a finger to those baby shark teeth. Little bastard was quick, even when he was fun-size.

Luckily, Blue had a few cinnamon bunnies in the kitchen. Stretch was currently tearing off pieces and handing them to Red, watching in morbid fascination as he stuffed them into his sharp-toothed maw. How Red and Edge hadn’t accidentally bitten their own hands off as kids was a mystery for the ages.

Edge was still standing stiffly next to him and Stretch wondered idly if he’d forgotten to take out the broomstick this morning. Maybe that was what made Edge sound so surly when he snapped out, “Watch your language!”

That made Stretch blink. He played back everything he’d said recently in his head and came across a possible stumbling block. Disbelief was dripping from his voice as Stretch asked, “did you just tell me to not swear in front of your brother?”

To Stretch’s delight, a flush of red tinted Edge’s cheekbones, “He’s a baby.”

“your brother?” Stretch asked gleefully, handing another piece of cinnamon bunny to the brother in question. Red crammed it into his mouth, the pastry decimated instantly into mushy crumbs between those teeth. “i learned curses that left permanent scars on my soul from your brother.”

That blush heightened and truly, the heavens smiled down upon Stretch on this day. Edge didn’t give in, though, snapping out, “Not when he’s like that!”

“okay, okay, i’ll keep the rating to pg.” With the last bite of the bunny messily consumed, Stretch wiped Red’s face clean, neatly avoiding his snapping teeth. “all right, you little piranha, down you go.”

He plunked Red on the floor and sat crosslegged across from him, taking a quick picture of his scowling face with his little panda ears bobbling. Fucking adorable, all there was to it. That frown turned to glee when Stretch covered his own face with his hands, quickly peeking out to earn a chorus of happy baby burbling. Oh, yeah, he was a regular comedian for the one and under crowd.

Having Edge agree was unexpected. “You’re good with him.”

Stretch gave peekaboo a time out to send Edge a sour look. “thanks. i did manage with blue.”

But to his surprise, Edge shook his head. “No, Blue and I managed with you. You’re actually very good at this.”

A compliment from the Edgelord? Seemed like it was his turn to blush. Stretch rubbed at the back of his skull uncomfortably, mumbling out, “um, thanks.”

A little avoidance seemed to be in order. Stretch scooped up the baby, flopping on his back and dangling Red above him. The baby squealed happily, hands and legs flailing. Had Red ever been so happy in his actual childhood? Stretch had no way of knowing, but he had his doubts. He didn’t remember his own baby days, either time, but since Blue looked like he was gonna burst into tears anytime it came up, Stretch was guessing he wasn’t a bundle of sunshine as a kid.

He swore he heard bones creaking as Edge slowly lowered himself to the floor to sit by them. That broomstick was getting a workout today, for sure.

“babies are easy,” Stretch said, singsong, as Red crowed his happiness, “they pretty much stay where you put em and if they cry, you toss some food their way. at least we don’t have to worry about diapers.”

“Thank you for that mental image.” Edge hesitantly reached out to touch and hastily pulled his hand back when Red growled and snapped his teeth.

“nah, don’t poke his face. like this.” Stretch lowered Red to sit on his chest. With an effort, Stretch lifted his head from the floor, crossing his eye lights and sticking out his tongue with a loud, “plllllb!”

Red laughed in delight, slapping his tiny hands on Stretch’s rib cage with enough force to make him wince. “see? easy!”

“I’m sure being a fool is very easy for you.”

That made Stretch sit up with a scowl, setting Red back on the floor on his little bottom. “look, you asked for my help.”

But Edge looked a little melancholy, something almost wistful on his face as he said, “I did. And I appreciate it.”

Okay, yeah, it might be hard for someone like Edge to unwedge his broomstick enough for a little baby silliness. “there’s no one here. make a face for the baby.”

That scowl was not what Stretch had in mind. “I refuse to behave like a ridiculous—“

“c’mon,” Stretch coaxed. He made another silly face of his own and Red laughed gleefully. “see? he loves it!” The visible waver in Edge’s expression made him add with impulsive sincerity. “i won’t tell and i won’t tease. try it.”

Reluctantly, Edge pursed his mouth, crimson tongue slowly poking out and Edge blowing a raspberry was a sight that would stay with Stretch until the end of time.

More importantly, Red gave up the equivalent of a baby cackle and Edge smiled reluctantly.

“see! you’ve got some idiot in…you…” Stretch blinked, trailing off. Edge had turned towards him at the same moment Stretch leaned in and it left their faces entirely too close. Unwillingly, Stretch remembered that time in Underfell, Edge’s unexpected gentleness in the face of Stretch’s near panic at the nebulous memory of his childhood. Another brief moment of being too close and the temptation he’d felt then struck again, hastily shoved back as he had last time; it was a terrible idea, foolish and impulsive and it could only bring trouble.

Only Edge didn’t seem to have gotten the warning memo from his instincts because he leaned in and pressed their mouths together. Softly, almost chaste, a tender brush and Stretch pulled away with a gasp.

Something unreadable was glittering in Edge’s eye lights, open and vulnerable in a way he hadn’t even been when he was temporarily a baby bones himself.

“oh,” Stretch said, blankly. His own thoughts were a turmoil, what the fuck, this was…they didn’t….

“I’m sorry,” Edge said abruptly. That vulnerability was fading and it made something lurch painfully in Stretch’s soul. Edge started to stand, drawing away. But he didn’t fight when Stretch caught hold of his scarf, sinking back down as he was pulled into another kiss.

The scream of Stretch’s instincts was muffled by his soft groan as he deepened the kiss. Edge’s mouth was sweetly pliant beneath his, teeth parting, and those sharp teeth were easier to navigate like this, with equal parts care and tongue. The tang of his magic was a heady spice, his lax tongue coming slowly alive against Stretch’s and he cupped Edge’s jaw in one hand, swallowing his sigh and this was…oh, this was…

“if you two are about done, can someone get me my fucking pants?”

They jerked apart, heads turning as one to see a full-sized version of Red scowling at them. The remains of the panda pajamas were draped haphazardly over his bare pelvis, which left a horrifying amount of scarred bone on display.

Stretch cleared his throat, “i didn’t teach him that word.”

“No, I’m sure he’s known the word fuck since birth.” Edge’s brusqueness made Stretch’s soul sink, fuck, he’d known this was a stupid idea, he’dknown it.

Glumly, Stretch scooted back to sit on the couch, eye lights discreetly averted as Edge drew a pair of shorts from his inventory and handed them to his brother. He didn’t watch as Red scrambled into them, muttering increasingly foul curses beneath his breath as he accepted shirt, shoes, and jacket as well.

Only when a pair of untied sneakers appeared in his line of vision did Stretch look up again.

Red lit a cigar, exhaling a foul cloud of smoke even as he smirked. “welp, thanks for looking after me, honey bun. if it ever happens again, don’t think babysittin’ requires that much inspecting my bro’s tonsils.”

Not much Stretch could say to that. From Red’s viciously sharp grin, he knew it; it wasn’t even worth pointing out that they didn’t have tonsils. Stretch managed a mute nod and Red wandered off in the direction of the door. He didn’t wait, heading out into the snow even as Edge hesitated by the sofa.

“Thank you for your help,” Edge said stiffly and Stretch almost choked on a bitter laugh. Broomstick firmly back in place, check, and now seemed like a great time to head over to Muffet’s, get an early start in honey-laced denial.

Only the gentle touch of fingertips against his cheekbone made him startle, involuntarily looking up.

Those crimson eye lights weren’t as open as they’d been only moments before, but it was a close thing. “I’ll see you at the next movie night?”

“um, yeah, sure,” Stretch said dumbly. Those fingertips lingered, the touch firming, holding him still as Edge seemed to come to a decision. He swooped down like a damn bat, making Stretch jerk, but the soft brush of Edge’s mouth against his own again stilled him. Too brief by far and he was gone just as quickly, following his brother out with a quiet click of a closing door.

Stretch exhaled slowly, touched his mouth with trembling fingertips. How was it, he wondered distantly, that all of them were somehow getting turned into baby bones for a day but the only mystery Stretch cared about came from a kiss?

Suddenly, he was a lot more interested in watching ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ this weekend than he’d been a few hours ago. Stretch got to his feet, gathering up the shredded panda jammies and dusting cinnamon bunny crumbs off the table to disappear into the carpet.

Time to get dressed and head out to the last half of sentry duty for a nap. And if Stretch’s thoughts wandered back occasionally to the memory of a kiss, well, hey, his bro could be proud, right?

At least he was trying to solve a puzzle.

-finis-

[renjunvinates]

Transferred

Synopsis: Hwang Hyunjin is the cold ice prince of JYP Arts Institute and is known to be the best dancer. (Y/N) is the new transfer student who is quiet and broken. Not until she meets a group of boys which flips her whole world upside down.

Genre: Angst + Fluff + Comedy

Part 2:

(Y/N) P.O.V

Being the transferred student really sucked ass. I knew it would be happening but I didn’t think it would happen so soon. I got out of bed and got dressed up for school. I walked out of my room and Chan was already at the kitchen making breakfast.

“Hey sis! Come sit down, I’ll made breakfast,” He said.

“Did you sleep this time, or were you awake,” I replied.

“Real funny, I woke up and made you breakfast, just go eat”

“Thank you by the way. Thanks for letting me stay here,”

“You’re my sister, I love you, of course I let you stay here. Now eat!”

I nodded and took a bite of the food he made, shockingly it was pretty good, who would've thought my brother Christopher Bang could cook? He sat down and looked at me, I think he was expecting a compliment.

“How is it?” He asked.

“It’s good,” I replied.

“Great!!” He smiled.

“So, ready for school?”

“Ugh Chan, can I just skip?”

“Absolutely not, mom put you in my care so,”

I frowned at him and looked down at my plate.

“Listen don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You have Seungmin, knowing that kid he’ll go roasting people if they come after you, and you have me! I got you (Y/N). I won’t let anyone hurt my little sister,”

I cringed at what he said, but I felt thankful.

“Thanks Bro,” I said.

We both ate our breakfast and he drove us to school. My heart was beating really fast as he was driving. We arrived at school and I honestly didn’t have the strength to step outside of the car, there were many people at school and I just couldn’t. Luckily, Chan looked at me and reassured me, he stepped out of the car and walked towards to my door and opened it and gave me a hand.

“You will be fine,” He smiled.

I smiled and took his hand and I stepped out of the car. I could feel glares from people at the school looking at me, I heard whispers from them “who’s that”, “new transfer”. I panicked, and looked down to the cement floor and kept walking, assuming that I was following Chan. I entered school and saw Seungmin. He came up to me and hugged me and welcomed me. I felt a bit better.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I have anxiety and stress eating me,” I joked.

“You’re so dramatic, here I’ll show you your classes,”

He took my hand and guided me to my classes, I waved off to Chan and greeted him goodbye. After Seungmin showing where my classes were, I begged him to show me the dance room.

“PLEASE,” I begged.

“No,”

“SEUNGMIN SATAN DO YOU WANT ME TO BE SAD,”

“I KNOW YOU’RE GONNA DITCH CLASS AND COME HERE,”

“I WON’T OKAY I PROMISE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE,”

“Fine. If I find out that you ditch, i’ll tell Chan about it,” he threatened.

“Yes sir,” I smiled.

He walked me to the dance room and showed me where it was, I was excited to see what the dance room looked like. Finally we arrived to the place and I walked in and turned on the lights. I was so in love, I love dance rooms, and I just wanted to dance but class was soon starting. Seungmin turned off the lights and walked me out of the door.

“Class is starting soon, I’ll walk you to your class,”

“Wow thanks,”

“aNytime edgelord,”

I smiled and we began walking to class, I didn’t want to say goodbye to Seungmin because I didn’t want to be alone, and I didn’t want to be around new people. I looked at him with sad eyes.

“Bro, it’s not the end of the world cmon,”

“LET ME BE SAD,” I frowned.

He pushed me into the room and everyone looked at me. I looked down and I avoided eye contact with everyone. All of a sudden the teacher walked in and saw me.

“Okay everyone, please sit down. We have a new transfer student. Would you please introduce yourself,” She said.

“Hi. I’m (Y/N) Bang,” I said quietly.

“Please say it louder” She sighed.

I tried to speak louder but no words came out, instead I just wrote my name on the board and bowed.

“Please go sit next to Kim Hyebin,” She said.

I nodded and left and took my seat. Hyebin looked at me but didn’t say anything. It’s not like I wanted to talk, all I could think about is ditching class and leaving to go dance, but I promised Chan and Seungmin I wouldn’t.

Few Hours Later

Hours had past and I had to do my intros to each of my classes and I hated every single moment of it. I was relieved that it was lunch time. I got up and walked towards the dance room, it’s not like I wanted to eat lunch anyways, there were too many people in there, so instead I went to the dance room. I came in and turned on the lights, I set my things and down and stretched a bit. I plugged in my earbuds and lets the music take over my body and started dancing.

15 Minutes Later

My phone kept buzzing and I looked to see who was texting me it was Seungmin.

I put a timer for 10 minutes of dancing and resumed to dance again.

Hyunjin P.O.V I wanted to go dance and work on my moves, but also I wasn’t hungry. As I was walking to the dance room, I saw the dance room lights on, I wondered who was in the dance room, because usually no one is in there at this time. I took a peek through the door and saw there was a girl dancing, her eyes were close as she was dancing. I wasn’t going to lie, she looked so pretty and cool and her dance moves were so smooth but yet sharp. I walked in quietly hoping she wouldn’t hear me. It felt weird to stare but she was so immersed into dancing, how could I not? I stood there and finally she opened her eyes and saw me. I bowed to her and she looked at me nervously, I wanted to compliment her but before I could she grabbed her belongings as fast ass possible and bowed quickly without even looking at me and then dashed out the door.

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[thefudge]

scattered thoughts on sanditon so far 

this is a fun romp from andrew davies and there’s a lot to like and be invested in

but i do have some observations/ gripes

obviously davies is going for a modern/sexed up adaptation of austen and i have mixed thoughts on that, cuz there’s a lot of interesting stuff you can do with that, but you can also botch it up big time (i’m glad he didn’t do this to p&p back in 1995...i wonder what that adaptation would’ve looked like today. probably full monty darcy, lol). so i think some elements verge on the ridiculous, for instance having almost every dude in this show strip naked in front of a crowded beach several times in a row. ditto for theo james. i don’t mind the view (hehe) but i think it’s inserted awkwardly at times. like okay, we get it, it’s a beach resort and we’re trying to make austen edgy in 2019.... just maybe indulge a little less and literally keep it in your pants. 

this being a more modern adaptation i don’t mind hair and make-up anachronisms, but i DO mind the fact that rose williams sports this really weird shade of fuchsia lipstick in almost every single scene. stop iiiit

speaking of which, rose williams is a cutie and i loved her on reign, but i don’t understand what she’s doing with her face in this series. don’t get me wrong, she does a good job of making charlotte very likable, but the only way she can express...anything, really, is by making these confused faces, like a child practicing frowning in the mirror. it’s...really awkward. and she does this all the time, whether she’s happy or sulky or nervous, she just always looks like she’s trying to figure out the fibonacci sequence.  i mean it’s hilarious when u have theo james going all gruff to her about his feelings and rose williams is that gif of the blond lady doing math in her head. her acting is pretty good otherwise, but those faceeeees.

esther denham is my goddamn FAVE, gosh i love a Disappointed Queen and i’m glad she’s getting away from that boring skeevy brother. for once the incestuous siblings didn’t do it for me at all (which is pretty much the point lol). there’s nary a dude more uninteresting than edward whatshisface, my gaaaawd (also, davies trying to ramp up the sexiness with those scenes of edward brushing her hair or doing her stays...lol, sir, this rly isn’t your strength i’m sorry)

but i have to say that i thought esther and clara would be a thing. because my gosh, the chemistry during their scenes! the way they’d glide past each other with utmost contempt, while being disquieted by each other @___@. i mean it’s an austen adaptation, so i guess they’d never go there but!!! i need fic (would’ve made clara more bearable at least. i appreciate her character objectively cuz she’s an interesting pseudo-antagonist and you don’t get many of those, but blerghh. she was insufferable)

i was kinda (actually very) disappointed that the relationship between sidney and his ward, georgiana, wasn’t really developed. like there’s one more episode to go (as far as i know?) and they’ve barely scratched the surface with them. i mean he’s halfway decent to her now.... but ehh. i feel like this was a missed opportunity. after all, this was austen’s unfinished novel, so andrew davies & co could have added more material between these two. this, to me, should have been the real heart of the series. 

i like otis as a character, but georgiana/otis was zzzzzz. i suppose that they’ll end up together? zzzzzzzzzz (i frankly ship her way more with arthur! she finds him infuriating! he’s a sweetheart! the shenanigans!)

that German doctor is the real MVP, i feel like he should be sanditon’s no. 1 bachelor. i mean the shower rod??? providing pleasure to all the ladies in town, what a hero 

the soundtrack is rly rad! and the cinematography

i love how the show captures austen’s growing interest in the industrialized modern world which was emerging in the twilight years of the regency and i feel like maybe the show should’ve invested more time in that modern aesthetic (steampunk!) rather the awkward sexual shenanigans 

so....i can’t delay the inevitable anymore, can i? sigghh okay here i go

sidney/charlotte...annoys me. 

HEAR ME OUT.

 u know that i love LOVE “enemies to lovers” and hate/love stories, i LIVE FOR THIS SHIT. 

and i was ready to gorge on this dynamic because it looked delish 

 but i felt like michael bluth finding the dead pigeon in the paper bag. 

from what i can gather, sidney is supposed to be a mixture of darcy and capt wentworth, “haughty” and proud, with a history of romantic disappointment, a brooding sexy hero with a heart of gold. but to me this dude just comes off as weird. 

there’s legit no reason for him to be THIS mean to this young girl he just met. he is not just an asshole, he is ridiculously over the top about it, to the point where he makes a fool of himself. i am FINE with a man telling a woman off, believe me, but it has to have some kind of motivation, some kind of reasoning behind it. here, it just feels like the plot needs him to be utterly shitty to charlotte so that “sparks will fly”. that first ep convo on the balcony??? wtf???? it was genuinely bizarre. i got weird incel vibes. and every time he lashes out at charlotte (at least in the first 4 episodes) it’s fucking silly, because it’s not like he lashes out because she’s scratching the surface of his innermost painful memories. no!!! many of their arguments revolve around basic things that he could easily clarify!!! which he does eventually, so like whyyyyyyyyyy. charlotte keeps telling him he’s being vague for no good reason and he still does it. it doesn’t make sense he’d be this guarded and outspoken at the same time. like, fine, keep that shit to yourself, don’t tell ppl, but don’t also get pissed at them when they don’t guess your mind. again, i love an antagonist dynamic when it’s done right, but here many times it’s just pointless bullying, it’s not sexy or fun or challenging. the writers keep making charlotte apologize to him about how “wrong” she got him and how he makes her doubt her judgement but it sounds fake to me. like a) this dude went out of his way to be a total assface to you from day one, b) none of that bullying was him trying to coax you into having a more complicated view of the world. when darcy rebukes elizabeth, he is hinting at her limited point of view. he’s not blatantly negging her or calling her stupid as this dude does. AND U KNO WHAT.

i’d be absolutely fine with him calling her stupid IF IT MADE SENSE WITHIN THE STORY 

like if charlotte had truly done smth stupid during the first episode, sure, fine, it’s somewhat warranted 

but for him to decide she’s an idiot for no other reason than her making some honestly super nice remarks about his brothers when he asked for her opinion is THE HEIGHT OF NONSENSE 

it’s even more nonsense when 2 episodes later he decides maybe she’s not that dumb after all FUCK U MR. EDGELORD

and it makes me pity charlotte cuz she’ll probably marry this dude and have to deal with him in his old age when he’ll be even more insufferable. 

and i totally get the appeal. i do! i mean their scenes are manufactured to make you want more of them, i see the chemistry, it’s there (and we’re already at a point in the series where he’s trying to make amends) but at the same time i’m put off by this dude’s intensity, cuz it’s not the hot kind of intensity...it’s more like he’s a giant dumb baby who breaks things. meh. theo james is very pretty tho, and he is doing the most with his character (that voice def helps!). but i wish this antagonistic relationship had been written better, because it could’ve been glorious

this is why i think sidney/georgiana should’ve been so much more present. just like darcy has his georgiana we need the humanizing element, we need to see more variety from this dude than just “guy who clearly needs anger management classes”. 

i’m pretty sure i’m in the minority or possibly one of two ppl not won over by this romance, and i can’t lie and say i don’t root for them. too much of this show is predicated on their clashes for them not to work it out and get together, but boyyyy do i wish they’d done it a bit better

i almost feel like a reylo anti lol, but at least kylo ren doesn’t neg rey every single time they talk 

also, i go back to rose williams’ faces because they just rly enhance how clumsy this dynamic is. theo james is doing byronic asshole 2.0 and charlotte looks at him like he’s developed a smell lmao. i mean the scene where she catches him naked? she turns around and FROWNS in this rly bizarre way, almost like she noticed a growth on his dick lmao it’s that bad 

anyway i totally get the appeal, but i also know what i want from this kind of dynamic and...this ain’t quite it 

honestly i think i prefer charlotte/cute architect guy whose name i don’t remember right now! 

that being said, my fave moments of this show are the most austen-esque, where ppl don’t take themselves so seriously. i mean the adventures of the perennially-ailing parker siblings (arthur & diana)? deeeelightful. the pineapple scene? glorious

also it makes me sad that sanditon was left unfinished because to see austen tackling georgiana’s character in depth would have been so, so interesting 

in conclusion, the show’s a lot of fun but also frustrating in many ways

i hope davies doesn’t set his eyes on re-adapting p&p or other austen classics because ermmm i know i’m trash but i am kind of tired of these sexed-up “look how scandalous we are behind closed doors” adaptations. you can make the regency era feel modern and relatable without “shocking hand job in the estate park” pls and thank u. sure, the regency era was the inheritor of the sexually relaxed 18th-century, but it wasn’t that relaxed yall. ppl still kept their wits and bonnets about them.

still, i’m glad this show exists and that it tries to take risks, i just wish it took different kinds of risks, if that makes sense. like i am SO bummed i didn’t get into sidney/charlotte, u have no idea 

[guardiandae]

Meta/Commentary Part 1: A Little ‘XO’ Wouldn’t Go Amiss

(Spoilers below)

Wade finally learned his roomie's real name on day two, when the proposed nickname of 'Priscilla' was rejected via stabbing.

"Y'know- I usually know a guy's name before I let him penetrate me," Wade joked, gritting through the pain.

"My name is Nathan Summers. You can call me Nate. Or you can shut your whore mouth."

I’m gonna say this right now so when I finally finish the sequel of this fic, nobody can cry foul or anything or pretend that I didn’t plan everything all along from the very start of this journey: There’s a reason why Nate stabbed Wade and it’s not just to be an edgelord. This fic starts written in Wade’s POV and then switches to Nate’s, and there is so much more info revealed from Nate’s perspective that changes how interactions are colored. In the sequel, it’s not written in that style but eventually you will understand Nate’s POV and be able to look back on this (and other moments) and be like, Ah. I spent a few months just agonizing over this fic planning. The levels of depth going on here, you don’t know.

Also it’s hilarious because, the movie never really establishes Cable’s real name so hi, it’s Nathan Summers. Scott Summers’ (Cyclops)’s son, but like... older than him because future and time traveling hijinks or whatever. This is only important because like, daddy issues.

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technically they were even sleeping together, even if Nate slept in the only bedroom because he'd called dibs and Wade slept on the couch in a pile of fast food wrappers.

Denial.

Living with Nate was weird after living with Vanessa for so long. No more kisses -- not like he wanted any.

Denial!

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Usually when Wade got home, Nate was never there.  Hours later when Nate did come back, he'd just go to bed. Other times, Wade was hired for jobs that took days of travel to complete. There was little interaction between them and they barely saw each other, so Wade took to leaving little notes behind.

[Went to get milk. And also to put a cap in someone's ass. He's a bad guy though, so don't worry. I'll be home late. xoxo] [Forgot the milk. Also didn't cap the guy so I didn't get paid. Can you pick some up while you're out? xoxo]

So much info in one little spot. Nate only sees them as roommates, as a living arrangement and tenuous partnership to serve as an end to both of their needs. Nate has a place to live, and his only responsibility, as we learn in his POV, is to pay the rent on Wade’s behalf, with Wade’s money, because Wade is a disaster and his memory is getting worse. Not only is Wade just an annoying person who can’t take anything seriously, in his incorrect opinion, but there’s that level of guilt for feeling like a freeloader when Nate is the kind of person who’s had to fight just to survive his entire life. Wade’s little notes are so sweet, but to Nate, 1. weird 2. is this a joke? 3. stop reminding me of how much you care and meanwhile i can barely bring myself to write a note back, aaaaaa

I need to remember to revive the note-leaving between them in the sequel. It’s too cute, I can’t stand it.

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Mercenary jobs had become harder to come by, and then work dried up. It was almost like nobody wanted to pay a guy to kill people anymore. As if there could ever be a shortage of people in the world who needed to die. But when one door closes, another opens -- everywhere he went, he suddenly saw slews of missing persons flyers. Wade had never noticed how many there were before, but he took it as a sign. He'd always wanted to try his hand at being a P.I. and Wade hadn't realized that the market was booming with families desperate to find loved ones. He offered his services as a private dick to several different people, but every single case was unsolvable. It was like they'd just vanished into thin air, but he knew that wasn't possible. It was frustrating to realize he was such a lousy dick.

Spoilers, but this is when the Thanos snap happens, and Wade is completely oblivious. Could someone who can be so devastatingly observant really be so obtuse? Or is his mind just protecting itself from such an incomprehensible reality that everyone else is suddenly saddled with? These are things Nate wonders later as well. Even I don’t know for sure. (I haven’t watched End Game and there’s still more plotline to tackle during the Snap, don’t @ me about how Marvel did it, I don’t know and I don’t care, I have my own plans)  (By the way, characters will either be snapped or inexplicably alive, and that’s not a plot hole, that’s the joke. Welcome to Marvel, the writers never fucking make sense and I don’t have to either, YEET)

[Someone tried to sell a metal arm on the black market????!! It better be Bucky's and not yours. Not like I care.] [It was Bucky's.]

Rip Buckkyyyyyy lmaooo

But also, cryyyy because Nate is busy trying to help deal with absolute fucking chaos and he didn’t really stop to consider whether Wade would be wondering what happened to him. Ow. Yeah, I think Wade definitely subconsciously registered what happened and is in total denial of reality. It’s better that way. Nobody fucking tell him.

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There was nothing that he hated more than being ignored. Might as well just talk to himself. Which he did a lot of lately.

Foreshadowing.

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All of the warmth left his body at once, leaving him a little breathless and dizzy. He was vaguely aware of Nate looking at him, but it was less of a 'you're home' and more of a ' why are you here?'

This whole area of the fic hurts so good because I’m gay and I love drama.

Wade coming home, literally bleeding to death on the inside and in shock because, once again, everything went to shit for him, story of his life. And he sees Nate just there, dressed down, relaxed, and has this little flash of domestic happiness because he so desperately wishes that the domestic happiness was real and that Nate actually was waiting for him and happy to see him come home, and the hard snap back to reality where Nate doesn’t even like him is soooo fucking painful lol end me. And on top of that, he misread Nate’s concern as hate/disgust for him bc that’s what he’s used to, and then he passes out on the floor and wakes up with Nate over him because I’m gay and I love drama!!!!

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"Wade, you died for a second," Nate told him. Wade couldn't quite tell if Nate was concerned for him or just annoyed. "I had to pull a piece of metal pipe from your chest. Can you tell me what happened?"

"I got a… pipe in my chest," Wade said, pausing for breath. His lungs felt wet and heavy. He should've left the pipe in.

"Very illuminating," Nate deadpanned, letting go. "Anything else I should know?"

This moment where Nate is so very fucking concerned for Wade, but then Wade cracks a weak joke, because that’s how he copes, and Nate is like, wow, fuck it, so much for being worried about you.

[[SCREAMS IN GAY.]]

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These thoughts didn't feel like his own, even though they had his voice. His mind was always scattered, full of thoughts that flowed nonstop like a babbling brook. Sometimes it took a lot of conscious effort to reign himself in and make sense of his own head. But these just popped out of nowhere, in bold print, in boxes that were separate from everything else.

"Am I going nuts?" he wondered aloud, whispering to himself, because honestly, he was a little afraid of his own head right now.

(A little late to be asking that.)

And this is when the ‘boxes’ manifest for Wade. But in this fic, the voices that manifest in his head are his own intrusive, negative thoughts. The depression, the loneliness, the self-hatred, the belief and fear that Nate hates him too.

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I’m gonna recap vs a full copy and paste because the next bit is long:

-Wade is coughing up blood clots from his lungs in the morning, or trying to. -Nate is disgusted but also sympathetic and offers to help Wade out. -A really layered conversation occurs.

“Maybe if I drown myself in the bathtub, the blood clots will rinse out. What d'you think?"

Wade’s exhausted. Joking, but also dead serious. Nate is concerned about Wade making such a dark joke, but he also can tell that Wade really is struggling.

“I’ll help you.”

“Really?” Wade is relieved Nate wants to help him, at first, but then remembers he just said he wanted to drown himself in a bathtub, and becomes disheartened again because he remembers Nate doesn’t like him. “Oh. Yeah.”

From Wade’s point of view: Nate just offered to help Wade kill himself, because of course someone would get a kick out of drowning him, he’s annoying, yadda yadda.

From Nate’s point of view: Wade isn’t okay and he offered to help him with his problem, because he sounds desperate and Nate doesn’t think that jokes will help Wade with his mental state, nor will the drowning actually do anything to solve the problem (the blood clots festering in his lungs).

"I bet you'd love to hold me down and watch me struggle," he said, still thinking about the drowning idea. Then, in a flirtatious tone, "I'll make it good for you, baby. Just promise me we'll do it face to face."

From Wade’s POV: He’s making a joke about Nate drowning him, but also making a sex joke to make it funny, to mock Nate if he really does want to drown Wade, so maybe he wouldn’t do it, or maybe it’d be weird and interesting.

From Nate’s POV: Wade is flirting with him, and his humor and still really dark and Nate really shouldn’t laugh at it or encourage that kind of thing.

From Wade’s POV, seeing Nate trying not smile: ah holy fuck he really wants to drown me.

"I don't want to watch you struggle," Nate said. If he did, he'd just leave Wade alone to keep coughing up blood.

"Ah. Consensual," Wade nodded. "Okay, well, I'd be open to some over-the-clothes stuff, and whatever happens while I'm still dead doesn't count."

Nate couldn't help but laugh. "I don't think we're having the same conversation."

Wade is continuing the joke, because from his POV he’s like, whelp, this might as well be what happens.

But they really aren’t having the same conversation. There’s more like, four different conversations happening at once. Wade’s very sincere idea of drowning himself as a solution to his problems, and Wade joking about Nate drowning him as a sexual innuendo.  Nate interpreting Wade’s dark humor as a shitty attempt at flirting that he neither wants to encourage nor outright shoot down, and Nate offering to give Wade a better solution to fix his actual problem.

And Nate’s solution is to use his telekinesis to just... remove all the shit from Wade’s lungs. But he didn’t communicate that idea with Wade before just doing it, even if he did ask permission, so that’s pretty shitty and hence why we had to add the ‘Nonconsensual Telekinetic Heimlich Maneuver’ tag. smh

"That was dubious at best and now we have to add a warning in the tags," Wade sighed. "Non-consensual telekinetic Heimlich maneuver…. This is problematic now. People aren't gonna click on this."

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This is a good spot to stop for now and continue in another post.

[auteuer-blog]

⌜     demi     male     ,     he/him     |     creep     by     radiohead     ,     bijou     movie     theater     ,     the     pariah     ⌟     ⏤     hey     ,     isn’t     that     FORSYTHE     PENDLETON     JONES     III          ?          the     TWENTY     -     THREE     year     old     NORTH     SIDER     has     lived     in     town     for     their     WHOLE     LIFE     ,     and     has     always     denied     their     resemblance     to     ALEX     FITZALAN     .     they’ve     been     a     photojournalist     &     aspiring     author     for     a     while     now     ,     and     i     guess     it     makes     sense     --- -     they’ve     always     seemed     so     CANNY     &     ASTUTE     ,     though     i     have     heard     that     they     can     be     pretty     TACITURN     &     CAVILLOUS     .     did     you     hear     about     how     they     STOLE     THE     IDEA     FOR     HIS     FIRST     MANUSCRIPT     FROM     AN     ONLINE     POST          ?          i     always     knew     something     was     up     with     them     .

disclaimer  before  i  get  right  into  the  shits:  i’m  going  very  canon  divergent  here .  i  hate  the  way  ras  wrote  jughead ,  and  i’m  going  to  fucking  fix  it .  a  lot  of  my  interpretation  is  going  to  be  based  off  headcanons .  i  just   ...   i  hate  cold  sprouts  and  riverdale’s  pathetic  attempt  at  jughead ,  and  i’m  fixing  that  shit  rn .

anyway   !   my  name’s  van ,  i’m  20 ,  i’m  a  full  slut  for  aesthetics .  i  use  she/they  pns ,  write  out  of  the  hellscape  that  is  aest  and  i’m  a  full - time  student  doing  a  double  degree  in  law  and  liberal  arts ,  majoring  in  criminology  and  minoring  in  polisci .  full  disclosure  abt  the  way  i  write:  i  tend  to  use  heavily  edited  gifs / icons  and  heavily  formatted  text   --- -   if  either  of  those  bother  you ,  please  let  me  know  and  i’ve  got  no  problem  changing  them .  i  use  those  because  they’re  my  personal  preferences ,  but  accessibility  and  ease  always  comes  first .  in  saying  that ,  i’m  done   --- -  so  let’s  crack  on  to  this  little  shit   !

born  on  may  the  fourth  of  1996 ,  jughead  jones  is  the  firstborn  son  of  fp  and  gladys  jones ,  notorious  southside  serpents .  they’re  not  wealthy   --- -   this  is  made  evident  when  jughead  is  born ,  not  in  a  hospital ,  but  in  the  back  of  a  beat - up  car  that  neither  of  his  parents  technically  own .  they  weren’t  planning  on  having  kids ,  but  fate  is  a  funny  motherfucker ,  and  so  it  goes .  fp  claims  naming  rights ,  and  that’s  how  forsythe  pendleton  jones  iii  is  brought  into  the  world ,  kicking  and  screaming  and  making  too  much  of  a  fuss .  some  things  never  change .

he  doesn’t  stay  an  only  child  for  long .  forsythia  parthenia  jones  (  again ,  naming  habits  are  likely  crack - induced  and  entirely  unfortunate  in  nature  )  is  born  in  august  of  2000 .  she’s  got  health  issues  from  the  beginning  but  the  minute  a  near - 5  year  old  jughead  jones  lays  eyes  on  his  younger  sister ,  he’s  besotted .  even  at  such  a  tender  age ,  he  feels  a  genuine  drive  to  protect  the  wailing  little  ball  that’s  pressed  flush  against  mother’s  flesh .

childhood  is  an  interesting  adventure ,  spent  shuttling  between  the  north  side ,  the  south  side ,  hospitals  --- -   rinse ,  repeat .  it’s  a  strange  existence ,  but  he  doesn’t  mind  it .  he  shows  a  proclivity  for  reading  early  on   ;   whether  it’s  nature  or  nurture  is  anyone’s  guess ,  but  sticking  your  nose  in  a  book  is  the  most  convenient  method  of  escapism  one  could  imagine .  he  takes  a  liking  to  truman  capote  after  picking  it  up  during  a  hospital  visit ,  finds  himself  lost  in  the  magic  of  breakfast  at  tiffany’s .  it’s  around  this  time  that  he  starts  wondering  if  he  could  write  books  like  this ,  if  he  could  do  something  to  this  effect .  

he  was  a  socially  awkward  kid  for  the  most  part   --- -   distant ,  not  always  as  present  as  you’d  like ,  perpetual  pre - pubescent  loner  with  a  head  permanently  affixed  in  the  clouds .  doesn’t  help  that  a  generally  scruffy ,  unkempt  appearance  doesn’t  quite  gel  with  the  neurotically  gift - wrapped ,  glossy ,  picture - perfect  image  of  a  classroom  that  was  presented  in  riverdale  primary  school   ;   he  scared  the  other  kids ,  unnerved  them  with  a  quick  mouth  and  a  dreamy  look  in  the  eye  alike .  he  didn’t  mind  not  having  many  friends ,  it  was  just  something  he  got  used  to   --- -   naturally ,  though ,  this  changes  when  archie  andrews  and  betty  cooper  enter  the  picture .  the  world  is  forever  changed   ;   the  world  turned  upside  down .

it’s  a  strange  front  they  present:  perky  girl - next - door  betty  cooper ,  golden  boy  archie  andrews ,  and   --- -   and  what   ?   what  glimmering  adjectives  does  he  preface  himself  with   ?   what  praise  befits  the  ugly  duckling  in  a  trio’s  worth  of  cherubs   ?   he  doesn’t  know ,  therefore  he  doesn’t  bother .  there’s  a  conflict  that  rages ,  a  lack  of  understanding  as  to  where  he  fits  into  the  picture  and  well  into  his  adolescence ,  he  genuinely  believed  that  betty  and  archie  only  entertain  his  presence  as  a  joke ,  something  to  laugh  about  later  on  in  the  piece .  they  reassure  him  it’s  not ,  but  suspicion  lingers  regardless .

that  fateful  fourth  of  july  changes  so  much  for  jughead .  his  plans  for  that  particular  summer  included  movie  marathons  with  jellybean ,  a  few  joints  smoked  in  the  bathroom ,  a  foray  into  writing  his  first  play   --- -   but  in  the  blink  of  an  eye ,  his  childhood  best  friends  are  dragging  him  into  a  murder  investigation  that  makes  his  stomach  turn  and  his  trust  in  a  town  that  once  seemed  so  wholesome  evaporate  almost  overnight .  sixteen  is  too  young  to  feel  the  reverberations  of  such  a  horror ,  and  they  leave  irreparable  scars  on  good  ol’  jug .  little  does  the  poor  shit  know ,  though ,  that  it’s  about  to  get  worse .

hal  cooper ,  disguised  as  ‘  the  black  hood  ’  ,  goes  on  a  killing  spree  and  wipes  out  some  of  riverdale’s  most  beloved .  his  attempt  on  fred  andrews  is  enough  to  make  jughead  want  to  pack  his  bags ,  heft  a  protesting  jb  into  the  back  of  an  ancient  car  he’s  saved  up  for ,  and  run  as  far  as  he  can .  the  events  of  2013  only  further  reiterated  that  jughead  actually  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  any  of  this  bullshit .  when  the  black  hood’s  identity  was  revealed ,  he  cut  off  a  blossoming  relationship  with  betty  right  there  and  then  and  hasn’t  even  DARED  to  entertain  the  idea  of  rekindling  it  since .  

at  the  same  time ,  the  serpents  and  ghoulies  are  dragging  his  family  into  a  turf  war  and  honestly ,  he’s  so  sick  of  this  shit .  he  entertained  the  possibility  of  a  serpent  alliance  once ,  flirted  with  the  idea  but  watching  the  war  unravel  has  only  pushed  him  further  away .  he  spends  more  time  on  the  north  side  than  he  does  at  home ,  and  there’s  a  good  reason  for  that .  he  loves  his  family  immensely ,  don’t  get  him  wrong ,  but  their  pseudo - gang  bullshit  just  isn’t  for  him .  subsequently ,  jughead’s  never  had  any  kind  of  serious  involvement  with  the  southside  serpents  besides  familial  ties .  he  wants  nothing  to  do  with  them .

so   --- -   to  summarise  all  that  mess ,  jughead’s  kind  of  realised  that  this  shit  is  FUCKED .  he’s  still  reeling  from  jason  blossom’s  murder ,  still  processing  how  hal  fucking  killed  all  those  people ,  and  he’s  trying  to  sever  himself  from  warring  gangs .  keep  in  mind ,  kid’s  fucking  eighteen  at  this  point .  he’s  a  dumb  bitch ,  let’s  not  make  any  mistake  about  that ,  but  he’s  a  dumb  bitch  who  hasn’t  dealt  with  the  trauma  he  experienced  as  a  teenager .

so  anyways   !!!   let’s  skip  to  present - day  jughead ,  because  this  is  my  favourite  bit .  currently ,  he  works  as  a  freelance  photojournalist  who  writes  on  the  side .  he’s  written  articles  for  nyt  and  a  few  papers  upstate ,  and  they’re  his  crowning  achievements .  he’s  written  a  few  little  novellas  here  and  there  which  are  in  the  editing  stage   --- -   he  doesn’t  think  that  any  of  them  are  that  good ,  and  isn’t  really  counting  on  getting  them  published .  instead ,  he’s  focusing  on  a  novel  right  now  (  and  no ,  he  didn’t  steal  the  idea  from  a  fucking  tumblr  post  so  stop  asking  ) .

he’s  ditched  the  beanie ,  ditched  that  at  about  eighteen  because  he  realised  how  fucking  weird  it  was  (  sans  that  ...  whole  speech  ) .  his  hair  and  scalp  have  breathed  since ,  and  they’re  loving  a  bit  of  oxygen .

he  still  eats  like  a  mf .  bitch  can  cram  so  much  food  in  there .  he  can  eat  even  more  when  he’s  stoned ,  which  is  usually  at  2  am  on  a  saturday  morning .

he’s  got  his  own  little  place  on  the  north  side  now ,  a  little  two - bedroom  apartment  that  he  shares  with  jellybean .  they  don’t  have  much ,  never  really  have  but  they’ve  got  each  other ,  a  selection  of  streaming  services  and  vintage  dvds ,  cheap  liquor  and  all  the  time  in  the  world .  that’s  all  they  need .

anyways  fuck  ras  and  his  edgelord  jughead ,  all  jughead  actually  wants  to  do  is  write  and  hang  out  with  his  sister  and  watch  bad  70s  schlock  horror  thank  u  for  ur  time

[paradoxhamartia]

About me

I was tagged by @nimudashh. Thank you so much for thinking of me! :D

- How tall are you?

Haven’t checked in a while, but last time i was 1.86 cms.

- What color and style is your hair?

Black. About the style...do i even have one? My hair are so afro that it’s almost impossible to find a way around their consistency, in order to give them some kind “of style”. I tried multiple times, in so many ways, to make them softer so that they could be worked with, but...it was always a failure. The most i can do is get a regular ass haircut. Eh.

- What color are your eyes?

For the longest time, i just assumed they were two pits of absolute, dark black. Turns out, they’re actually an extremely dark shade of brown. But if you look at them under a direct/strong light, you can clearly tell that they are brown.

- Do you wear glasses?

Yes, i do. They are a part of me, at this point. I’ve been wearing them since i was...seven? Eight? Still, it’s been a long ass time. They are my most valuable tool for living, cause without them i literally cannot see a single thing. I would die in something like, 30 minutes. If you want to kill me and get away with it, literally just take my glasses away and i’ll do the rest on my own.

- Do you wear braces?

Nope, never had to. The dentist always said that i have the most beautiful teeth he ever saw.

- What’s your fashion sense?

I’m really just a huge slut for beauty and elegance. Still, multiple individuals told me that my style is really close to that of an hipster. I guess.

- Full name?

I have two names. An italian one (Marco) and a senegalese one (Youssoupha).

- When were you born?

October 9th 1997 (i’m a libra).

- Where are you from and where do you live now?

I was born in Dakar (Senegal) and i lived there until i was around one, with my motherly relatives. At that point, my italian relatives came in and took me with them. Since then, i’ve been living in Abano Terme (a thermal city extremely close to Padua, near Venice).

- What school do you go to?

At the moment i’m working, but in the past i went to this Liceo Classico named after Tito Livio (in Padua). I’m also preparing myself for an audition at a drama school in Milan. I’ll probably give it a shot in around a year.

- What kind of student are you?

The smart but extremely bored one. Every professor had to go extra hard in order to keep me entertained. I was lost in thoughts 90% of the time.They always joked about how i was a philosopher that time traveled into the wrong era, lmfao. And my classmates always asked photos of my notes.

- Do you like school?

I loved it. When you go to school, you get to learn something new. You get the possibility of looking at reality from yet another, new viewpoint. Also, going to school forces you to stay with others. And i’m an extremely social individual. Being alone kills me. So, yeah. High school was dope.

- Favorite subject?

Mostly the ones related to human sciences. Aka ancient greek, latin, philosophy and history.

- Favorite tv shows?

My fave ongoing show is Shameless. Yes, i know it’s basically a shadow of its former self. But it’s my dear child and i’ll always love it, even tho it has obvious flaws. I recently discovered Now Apocalypse. It’s most likely fave material, can’t wait for season 2 to drop. If we’re talking about shows that already ended, Awkward (known in italy as diary of a superstar nerd) was my shit. Started a rewatch the other day. I love it so much.

- Favorite movie?

This will probably put a smile on your face, but it’s a tie between LaLaLand and Moonlight. They both resonate with me on extremely deep levels.

- Favorite book?

South of the border, West of the Sun (by Haruki Murakami). I could talk for weeks about this book. I resonate with Hajime so. Fucking. Much. Looking for an event to consider the “real beginning of your life”, so that you can completely invalidate the past that you simply cannot accept, is something that i do as well. Always looking for “rebirth”, basically (coff ken kaneki complex coff). But the one character that really pierced my heart was Shimamoto. We both are that kind of person that naturally attracts others, but is unable to be understood by them. We both are that kind of person that finds inconceivable the idea of being completely honest about the situation we’re living, even with those that are extremely close to us. That book is a gem. I’m rereading it asap. Higly recommended.

- Do you have regrets?

Having regrets is basically my main personality trait. Most of the time i’m unable to focus on the present cause i’m too busy wondering about what i could have done differently, and the scenarios that could have been but will never be cause of the choices i made.

- Dream job?

Actor/writer (for both books and series/movies).

- Do you like shopping?

Yup. As i said, i get easily bored. So i need to keep myself stimulated with new stuff.

- What countries have you visited?

Oh boy. Need some focus for this one. Italy (fucking duh, Marco), France, Spain, Germany, England, Sri Lanka, Senegal (again. no shit sherlock) aaaaand...that’s it? I think so. Dunno tbh.

- Scariest nightmare you have ever had?

I had this recurring nightmare where i was running aways from Gollum (he scared the shit out of me as a child), and while he was fast as fuck boiiiii i was extremely slow (imagine running underwater) so he always managed to get me and eat me alive. But if we’re talking about something recent...i would say my two cases of sleep paralysis. The first time it was about the main hunter from Bloodborne. But the second one is the one that really scared me. Korekiyo Shinguji came and, unlike the hunter, he didn’t just stare at me from a corner of the room but he legit came on top of me and chocked me. It was so surreal cause i could physically feel his hands around my neck. Weird. Especially cause i, like, really love Korekiyo as a character.

- Any enemies?

Not really. I’m that kind of person that goes along with everyone.

- Do you believe in miracles?

If with miracles we mean extremely positive but random events, yes. If we’re talking on the religious side, i dunno. My whole thing with religion is that i really don’t care about it (aside for the philosophical side of it) cause even if there’s actually a God i wouldn’t really be ok with how he’s managing this whole humanity thing so, yeah.

- How are you?

Don’t want to seem like a major edgelord so let’s just SKIP.

I’m too awkward to tag anyone, and also 90% of y’all probably already did this. So, if you see this and feel like it, just go for it.

[jcmorgenstern]

Same anon that asked for the headcanons that btw is the same anon asking for Jon’s virginity: My god I love your headcanons and yes I would fully enjoy more if you have the time. 💕

omg I still haven’t finished all the virginity asks ghakfjghg I hope those weren’t yours. also fair warning these will probably veer dangerously into Woobifying Territory because im that person and im gross.

Jonathan sleeps with approximately 4,792 blankets and finds the heat and weight comforting. He will absolutely turn up the AC to do so. Does that apartment have AC? It does now.

Has no concept of what amount of food is gross to eat, so will often sit on the couch and demolish an entire jar of peanut butter in one sitting without feeling sick.

Val probably had a lot of physiology textbooks lying around the cabin due to his extremely unscientific “experiments” so uhh that’s where he got his sex ed. it’s just as bad as it sounds. From personal experience i can say physiology books are pretty terrifying.

He really hated Siberia because of how cold it was (as Sebastian you’ll notice he wears three or more layers even inside. dat bitch COLD). Edom probably has snow in some areas but Asmodeus and Lilith seem to live in an arid region.

God I actually have a really weird headcanon about how the courts of Edom work. So all the kids of the greater demons are considered princes of hell, but it’s a complex and fiercely competitive hierarchy for which child is most favored by their parent at the time and most in favor in the court overall. By virtue of being Lilith’s Only Miracle Half Angel Boy, Jonathan was not super popular with the other princes (I guess prince is a gender neutral term here??). Asmodeus’ kids are probably the best overall but like…..super Horny, Azazel’s kids fucking SUCK, Abbadon’s kids are all super depressed and torture people for fun, etc.

Enter: blonde kid with a bowl cut. It’s like fucking high school. it’s like percy jackson but in hell. it is literally and actually hell.

The courts of edom also occasionally get obsessed with human fads so sometimes it’s just like. 1800s Versailles! Ancient Greece! Lilith is constantly complaining Asmodeus won’t do Sumerian priestess and priest with her.

Most of the time in Edom after he learned to shapeshift Jonathan used the last self-image he remembered, which was him at ten. Lilith definitely thought he was cutest that way, though she was always kind of wistful he hadn’t turned out as an enormous dragon. Too chubby. Not enough claws. Definitely no fangs. Bit of a late bloomer with the wings.

Jonathan, as evidenced by the outfits he’s put together for 3b so far, has no ability to color coordinate at all. He may be slightly color blind. It’s tragic and still does not explain that scarf.

He killed a McDonald’s employee once for shortchanging him on fries. Not really the high point of self-control. Makes Rick and Morty fans look good and sane. He got a free drink refill out of it, though.

OH GOD how can I forget?? Ok so if vampires drinking angel blood confers resistance to sunlight, I’ve always wondered what drinking Jonathan’s blood would do. in the books Simon describes it as tasting like battery acid, but the vampires in COLS seem to drink it just fine. My personal onion is that it confers resistance to fire. Oh, the irony.

He did a shot of holy water on a dare. It didn’t do anything.

I also feel like he’d be pretty resistant to vampire venom/the werewolf demon virus or whatever it is. Like, he’s probably got more ichor or whatever than they do. fuckin up ur game

Seelies think he’s just a really weird fucked up seelie (but have to admit the ears are kind of cute in a sad sort of way) and GOD isn’t the lying hot and scandalous??

mmmmmmm the eyes black out during sexytimes

Maybe this is a weird one but I feel like even the image of Jonathan we see now (ie, Luke Baines) could be in part a projected or assumed image. We never saw him after he was reborn, and it doesn’t seem like it takes a lot of energy to hold a particular shape. Especially since after he was reborn he wouldn’t have any of the scars he had before like…losing his skin. So i imagine those could come and go depending on the Mood. Is this an excuse to keep in that goddamn cryptic “perils of obedience” line?? maybe. you can prove nothing.

Ohhh how could I forget a personal favorite? I really liked the idea that Valentine tried to rune Jace and Jonathan wayyyyy to early, and esp for Jonathan it . Did not go well. Like getting an angelic rune at like four (and ofc Valentine would go for Angelic Power first……..you know he would) when you have Pure Ass Demon Blood sounds…intense. If you’ve read the books you know how intense and angsty rune rejection can be. I fucking love it sorrynotsorry. Like I imagine how upset Valentine would be that his Brilliant Experiment didn’t go to plan and is rejecting the angelic blah blah blah you get the picture anyway angst and im here for it poor bby

Jonathan hates the taste of Earl Grey but transparently pretends to like it to impress Clary and she thinks he’s a fucking idiot.

Even though alcohol doesn’t have much of an effect he likes fruity drinks and straight vodka. Mostly the fruity drinks because they taste good hello?? but for some reason Clary keeps laughing and taking pictures of him?? rude.

I still maintain he had the ear pierced at Claire’s even thought i KNOW this fucking edgelord would do it himself i just need the image of this 20 something edgy fucking demon prince standing in line with a bunch of 8 year olds in princess dresses trying to figure out what “earring gun” could possibly mean. am i immature? yes but shut up

The whole “memorizing Paradise Lost” thing sounds all well and good until you know how fucking WORDY john milton is as a writer. He never shuts up. Also–and Miltonists are welcome to correct me–the Michael/Lucifer bond is bullshit, by the way. and honestly if either jace or jonathan had that book memorized lbr they’d never fucking shut up.

This is also the show that had Aldertree look up from casually reading Art of War at his desk so maybe I ask too much.

The COLS vampire kink is very real dont @ me

Has never received a birthday card (except one three months late from Sebastian’s aunt Elodie strongly implying Sebastian should stop fostering cats and start getting a girlfriend).

okay imma stop there while im still ahead because it is Late and that is a Lot. i hope you enjoy though, friend!!!

[barnesthesarge]

Cold Cold Cold (Part 2)

Part 1

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky finds Y/N strapped down in a HYDRA base and doesn’t hesitate to help her.

Warnings: mostly just flashback stuff, message me if you believe I should add something!

“Y/N! Wake up, time for training.” Bucky opened her door and watched her pull the blankets up higher.

Bucky chuckled and went to open the curtains, “No wait five more minutes, please.” She mumbled sleepily.

“That’s what you said five minutes ago, doll. We gotta train those muscles of yours.” She groaned loudly.

“These muscles need five more minutes Buck.” He smiled at the super soldier beneath the blankets.

Once Hydra lost him, they had no choice but to use their Plan B, Y/N Y/L/N. She was a special agent of shield, one that was determined to destroy Hydra once and for all, but it backfired once they found her address. They sent The Winter Soldier to retrieve her, and they decided death would be too good for her. So she underwent similar treatment as Bucky. Y/N didn’t remember much of her past, and Bucky barely remembered taking her, but he felt bad, because now she held the same burden that he did.

“Alright, five more minutes. If you’re not up afterwards, I’ll be dumping ice cold water on you. There’s a coffee pot ready for you.” He sat up at the thought of coffee.

“Coffee?” She slipped out of bed, wearing an old t-shirt that most likely belonged to Steve or Sam, thick sweatpants that were tucked into her socks, he wasn’t sure why she tucked her sweatpants into her socks, but he never asked. It was a famous morning look for Y/N, a look the team like to joke about.

Once she was out of her room, squinting at the bright light from the windows, Sam walked past her in his training clothes.

“Nice shirt, because it’s mine.” He chuckled and elbowed her arm, she looked at him with a mischievous grin.

“Is that why this shirt is so ugly? It makes sense actually, I figured it’d have to belong to you, you’re the only one around here not getting chicks.” Sam grimaced.

“Neither is Bucky!” He said accusingly while Y/N poured coffee into a mug and started adding creamer.

“He’s not looking.” Bucky replied, sitting down at the table.

“Okay it’s not easy getting chicks when you’re an Avenger. Plus most women my age have kids who just wanna meet Captain America, the Falcon isn’t cool enough for them. Bunch of little jerks.” Sam sighed.

“At least there is women your age, imagine how Steve and Buck feel.” Y/N teased.

Sam got a kick out of that, “See, this is why Y/N is the best super soldier in this compound. She’s actually funny.” Sam left the room for training.

“That was rude.” Bucky pretended to be offended, “You’re lucky I’m not concerned about finding a girlfriend, otherwise I’d actually be offended.”

“Yeah that’s true, you’d probably try to take it out on me during training. You’re too old for that Buck, you’d most likely break a hip.”

“And how old are you?” He challenged.

“Young enough to be your great-grand daughter.” She winked and drank her coffee in a couple gulps. “I’ll go get changed.” She left the room quickly.

Bucky wasn’t looking for a girlfriend for many reasons, one: how could anyone possibly want him after the whole winter soldier mess. Two: Y/N was right in front of him, how could he possibly go searching for anyone when she was right there, he couldn’t resist her. Three: again, Y/N. She was the one for him, and he was in deep for her, everyone knew but her.

“Alright lets go.”

—

After training with Bucky, Y/N always wanted to go out for breakfast with him. She was making an effort to better herself, but deep down she also realized she was trying to better him.

Steve was happy about it, he was glad to see his best friend leave the house, even if it wasn’t for long. Bucky had spent so long isolating himself, staying out of the spotlight, and brooding around the compound.

Y/N brought him down to a Denny’s today, a new place for both of them, she slid into one side of the booth and ordered a soda.

“Buck, Stark invited me to his party, remember when we sat on the roof, just above the party that neither of us were invited to? We should go.”

“Y/N, Tony has been inviting me to those things for months, there’s a reason I don’t go. I don’t think you should either. It’s just full of high class people and reporters, and everyone just gets drunk and dances and eats weird fancy food. The music isn’t even good.” She started fiddling with her fingers, something she did when she was nervous.

“Maybe so...but, I kinda want to go, and just see what it’s like. Maybe it’ll be fun? I’m going dress shopping with Wanda later. You should come with me, to the party.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Get Thor to bring some of his Asgardian alcohol and I’ll consider. Those parties couldn’t possibly be fun unless you were drunk.” She sighed.

“Buck, you don’t have to be drunk to have fun. We could dance and make fun of the posh people, and eat weird fancy food and drink expensive whiskey. What could go wrong?” She smiled innocently, it made Bucky wonder if she was ever even used for violence.

“I’ll think about it. I have a reputation of being antisocial, I have to uphold that doll.” Bucky teased and she rolled her eyes.

“You can pretend to be a bad boy all you want, Barnes, but me and you both know how much of a teddy bear you are. Cuddling me while watching my drama shows? You treat everyone around you nicely, and how often do you sneak stray animals into your room?” She grinned at him, a smile he knew she reserved just for teasing him, which she did a lot.

“Yeah but posh people don’t need to know that, keep your voice down!” He joked, grabbing both her hands from across the table. He noticed her cheeks turned pink, so he dropped them.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, I know you don’t like affectionate contact.” He smirked.

“Bucky, for the last time, I told Sam that so he’d stop hugging me, the last time he did I body slammed him, he didn’t like it. I’ll do the same to you in a heartbeat.”

“I’d love that, but in a more, erotic way.” Y/N slapped him and he winced, “Fuck me sideways it was a joke!”

She giggled, “You’re a joke. And I’ll find someone to fuck you sideways if you’d like.”

“Only you my dear.” He smirked and she smacked him again.

—

“Y/N, what about this one?” Wanda held up a dress with emerald green fabric, she shook her head.

“I’m honestly thinking a blue would be nice.” Y/N loved Wanda’s company, she was sweet and her closest friend, besides Bucky.

“Like this?” She held up a dress that was lace, ruffles, sheer, and sequined in all the right places. Wanda pulled the dress off the rack just by looking at her friends face.

“Just like this. I’m gonna try it on. What about you? Are you gonna get anything?” Wanda shook her head.

“I might get shoes but I have plenty of dresses. If I bring home anymore, Vision will insist on getting rid of his clothes just to have room for mine. He’s too sweet.” Y/N smiled, she loved the relationship between the two, both so caring for one another, Y/N longed for that.

“Alright, I’ll go try this on and then we’ll look at shoes.”

“You sound rather sure you’ll like it.” Wanda teased.

“I think I will.”

She tried on the dress and smiled, the lace reached the sleeves, going down to the elbows, sheer fabric plunging between the the top of the breasts, the dress went to her mid-calf, the blue matching her skin tone perfectly.

“What do you think?” She stepped out and Wanda gasped.

“Yes that’s the one!”

—

Y/N hung the dress up in her closet, the party was Saturday night, it might’ve been a stupid reason to want to get all dressed up, but she was going to go, she couldn’t remember the last time she got dressed up and went out.

There was a knock at the door, Y/N opened it and Bucky stood there, “Ah just the girl I came to see.”

“Well you knocked on my door so I sure hope your here to see me.” She booped his nose and stepped aside to let him in.

“Actually I wanted to invite you to the roof with me, I got takeout for both of us so no pressure to say yes or anything but I got you dinner.” He smirked, Y/N had it registered in her brain, it was flirtatious, it never failed to make her weak in the knees.

“Hmm, no.” His mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape, and she giggled, “I’m kidding, lead the way, Bucket.”

She shut her bedroom door behind her and followed him into the elevator, “So how was shopping with Wanda?”

“Good, the dress I have is perfect, like I could wear it to a ball. Goddamnit why don’t we have balls anymore?” She cursed.

“I have balls, so I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N smacked his arm, “Okay okay, did you take any pictures in it?”

“No, if you wanna see me in a dress, you’ll just have to come with me.” She crosses her arms, waiting for his response.

“Y/N Y/L/N, are you asking me to be your date?” Her cheeks turned deep red.

“N-no! You fucking walnut! That means come to the party and hang out with me.” He chuckled.

“Well now I’m just disappointed.” Deep down he really was, he couldn’t help but imagine a night of dancing with her, sneaking kisses on the balcony, giving her his jacket.

“You should be. No man will ever own me, especially not an old man like you.” She gibed him, she looked into his eyes and saw a flicker of sadness, it lasted only a moment.

“Own you? Why would you wanna be someone’s pet? I prefer saying that my heart will never belong to someone.”

“Edgelord.” She mumbled.

“I told you, I have a reputation to uphold, doll.”

Once the two were on the roof they sat down on the lawn chairs that Sam had brought up in an attempt to woo a girl, which backfired on him, she was afraid of heights.

“Alright here’s yours, and a fortune cookie, for my favorite cookie.” He grinned waiting for her reaction.

“That was cringy.” His grin widened.

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

—

A/N: I’m reallllllly liking this one so far, I’m thinking maybe 3-4 parts for this.

[audaciousanonj]

Summer Nights and Starlight

Kicking off the 30 days of Monster Summer Mash with Papyrus taking his brother to gaze at stars! (Plus a cameo from @thunderstruck-edgelord‘s Reader bc Self Indulgence)

[AO3]

Papyrus had decided, long before he had ever wanted to be a royal guard, not to focus on the stars.

Obviously, he never would have told that to Sans! His brother had loved hearing about the stars, and used to go on and on about how he would be an astronaut one day. (Papyrus made a mental note to introduce the various thaumic sciences to NASA, and maybe wonder if they would accept monsters on the ISS. Perhaps they could start off slow, with, say… a skeleton monster who liked physics and applied thaumology?) However, Papyrus had never seen the appeal. If anything, he had been interested in geology! Why would he focus on a sky he might not ever have seen, when there were all those pretty rocks in waterfall that sparkled when his magic shone against them?

Of course, that had been before Frisk had came and the barrier had broken. Now they were all on the surface! Now Papyrus could see the sky! Rainbows! Sunrises and sunsets! Moon cycles and solar eclipses and…

And he still didn’t get what was so interesting about stars!!! The sky changed colors in the morning and evening; what was so fascinating about a few specks of white in the dark of night? Papyrus had confided his lack of interest to Flowey, who had asked Asgore what was so great about the stars that all the other monsters loved them. Asgore had then talked to Flowey and Frisk about the good old days when the skies were so full of stars you could make out galaxies, and Frisk had responded by introducing everyone to the concept of “light pollution.”

Which led to today, with Papyrus borrowing Asgore’s truck to drive a snoozing Sans and a bed full of camping supplies out into the desert.

Alphys and Undyne had gone out stargazing last week, and according to Undyne it was “the best thing ever, you HAVE to try it! Even Alphys thought it was cool, and she’s a huge shut-in! We could have watched the stars all night, if we hadn’t-” Undyne had stopped abruptly then, telling Papyrus more than he wanted to know, before quickly changing the subject. “Anyways, you said your brother was a HUGE NERD about space, why not go stargazing together?”

Papyrus still hadn’t been convinced that the hype was worth it, but the thought of the look on Sans’ face as he saw the stars had finally convinced him. This would be the perfect way to rekindle his brother’s passions..!

...Or shatter them forever. Sans had always been so hyped about the idea of stars, flaming balls of gas from so far away and yet so beautiful; how could reality possibly live up to the ideal? Papyrus was no stranger to realities falling short of paradise, what with having to navigate and predict the scuffles between human and monster culture as a part of his job. Sometimes it was better to let your dreams be dreams! If he brought Sans out here to stargaze only to see his brother’s face fall as he realized that stars really weren’t that great, then...

Then…

Papyrus abruptly realized he wasn’t paying attention to the road, and pulled over. Not paying attention while driving was bad news! And usually ended up on the news too! And it was almost sunset anyways, so it was probably a good idea to go deeper into the desert and away from the highway; that is, once his bones would cooperate and stop rattling so much!!!

“oh hey, we’ve stopped. are we- bro?”

Papyrus yelped in surprise as his brother’s voice came from the backseat. “EVERYTHING IS EXTREMELY FINE, NO PROBLEMS HERE!!!”

“bro.”

Papyrus refused to look in the rearview mirror. If he didn’t acknowledge the look on his brother’s face, then he didn’t have to answer the implied question! “NO, WE ARE NOT THERE YET, I AM SIMPLY TAKING A LITTLE… PAUSE BEFORE I CONTINUE. NOW HUSH, I NEED TO CONCENTRATE.” With the topic sufficiently avoided, Papyrus shifted gears and drove off the highway completely, and onto the dry desert terrain.

Sans stared in surprise as the truck headed further away from the highway. “uh... bro? the road is the other way.”

“I KNOW WHICH WAY THE ROAD IS, SANS. NOW HUSH. ”

Sans managed to keep silent for about seven minutes before finally giving in to the inevitable. “so, we’re just gonna keep trucking ahead, are we?”

“SANS IF I HEAR ONE MORE WORD OUT OF YOU I SWEAR I WILL TURN THIS CAR AROUND,” Papyrus gritted out, but a part of him relaxed. Sans wouldn’t be able to resist such an obvious opening, and that would give Papyrus the excuse he needed to cancel this whole excursion! It’s not like either of them would be missing much, it was just stars!

Sans, naturally, took the bait. “one more word-”

Papyrus started turning.

“wha- hey, wait bro, i was just kidding!”

“TOO LATE, SANS. I GAVE YOU YOUR CHANCE BUT YOU THREW IT AWAY.” Still, Papyrus hesitated. Sans did seem eager to continue the “SURPRISE BROTHERLY OUTING” Papyrus had planned...

“it was just a joke! come on, i’ll be silent the rest of the trip, i promise!”

Papyrus slammed the brakes.

“gah!”

Sans didn’t make promises.

(“uh, bro..?”)

Sans didn’t make promises. Not casually.

(“what’s rattling your bones?”)

Sans didn’t make promises except for things that were important to him which meant this trip was important to him (“paps?”) even though he didn’t even know what they were going to do but he still really wanted to do this and Papyrus was going to cancel something that Sans really (“Papyrus?”) hoped for but if he kept going it would destroy his (“Papyrus. Talk to me.”) dreams and how can he make that choice how can he decide between Sans’ hopes or dreams or hopes or dreams or-

“Papyrus. Hey. Look at me.”

Papyrus blinked in surprise, and let out a sudden sob as his body informed him that he had been hyperventilating.

“you stopped the car, that’s good. lets you ride out something else,” Sans said soothingly from the front seat, having relocated himself while Papyrus was… busy.

“TH-THAT PUN WA-AS AWF-F-FUL.” Papyrus choked out.

“yeah, but it’s calming you down, isn’t it?”

“IT IS AND I HA-HATE IT!” Papyrus let out another hitching breath, and leaned against the steering wheel. He didn’t really hate it, but it had become something of a running joke between the brothers and Papyrus was too exhausted to try and come up with a different response.

“just keep breathing, bro, you’re doing fine,” Sans continued. Papyrus didn’t often break down, but when he did he usually broke down hard, so Sans had experience in comforting Papyrus. He still wasn’t sure if it was more or less experience than he’d like. On one hand, he hated when Papyrus broke down like this, but on the other hand, maybe if Sans could help him more before it became too much, Papyrus would break down less. “ya want me to pet your skull?”

“UH-HUH,” Papyrus mumbled into the steering wheel, closing his eyes as Sans made good on his offer. They stayed like that for a couple minutes, silent except for Papyrus’ slowly evening breaths and the scratches of bone on bone.

“hey, papyrus…” Sans hesitantly broke the silence, “do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Papyrus stiffened. He really didn’t. He really, really didn’t. The mere thought of destroying his brother’s passions in such a way had sent him spiraling into a panic attack, of course he couldn’t tell Sans what’s wrong! Even if the thought of sharing his burdens with his brother sent a desperate ache in his soul, his brother had his own problems to deal with! So really, why would he ever say “I-WAS-GOING-TO-TAKE-YOU-STARGAZING-BUT-STARS-ARE-SO-OVERHYPED-WHAT-IF-YOU-REALIZED-THAT-AND-NEVER-GOT-PASSIONATE-ABOUT-ANYTHING-AGAIN-!”

Papyrus slammed his hand over his mouth.

“oh.” Sans paused, going over what his brother just said. “is this your ‘everything has to be perfect’ thing?”

“NNN…”

“because, you know it doesn’t matter that much to me, right? yeah, stargazing sounds super cool, and you’re the coolest for taking me out here to do it, but it’s not going to be ruined if there’s, i dunno, clouds or anything. just getting to spend some time as a family makes the trip worth it.”

“BUT- BUT WHAT IF IT’S NOT CLOUDS?” Papyrus asked, “WHAT IF THE STARS THEMSELVES AREN’T ACTUALLY THAT INTERESTING TO GAZE AT?”

“easy. i’ll shoot off some stellar puns, eat an entire bag of marshmallows, and fall asleep.”

“SANS! WE DON’T EVEN HAVE MARSHMALLOWS!”

Sans just grinned. “so, does this mean we’re gonna continue?”

Papyrus smiled. “YES, WE ARE. I DO NEED TO CONCENTRATE, THOUGH, SINCE WE AREN’T ON THE ROAD.”

“alright. you won’t hear another peep out of me.”

“THANK YOU- SANS! NO MORE PUNS!”

“come on bro, don’t be so mallowdramatic.”

“SANS!!!!”

Once Papyrus found a good camping site that was sufficiently away from the road, he set up the tent, and then he and Sans had dinner. If Papyrus was by himself, he would have continued sitting outside to watch the sky change colors, but Sans had convinced him to wait inside the tent until the sun was fully down so that when they went outside they could get the full effect of the sky all at once.

Papyrus had gone along with Sans’ idea. This trip was for his benefit, after all.

“so she’s just eating the jar of mayo- like, just eating it straight out of the jar- when all of a sudden she asks me if i’ve ever felt like there’s something that was supposed to happen, but didn’t,” Sans continued, halfway through telling a story about a human he met at Grillby’s. “so i pick myself up off the floor, because philosophy is my jam, and go ‘yeah?’ and she’s like ‘once, i was walking home during this huge thunderstorm, when out of nowhere i got the urge to check some nearby dumpsters. there wasn’t even anything there, but i could have sworn that i would have found someone hiding! weird, right?’ and i was like ‘yeah that’s weird,’ and she said ‘wouldn’t it be super cool if somewhere there was a world where i met my best friend by those dumpsters?’ and then we talked about chaos and multiverse theories for a while.”

“HOW INTERESTING! SOUNDS LIKE YOU MADE A NEW FRIEND, BROTHER!”

“eh, maybe,” Sans shrugged. “hey, it’s pretty dark out there. think it’s finally time to go stargazing?”

Papyrus stiffened a bit, before forcing himself to relax. “IF YOU SAY SO!”

“alright then. close our eyes, and step outside on the count of three?”

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PLA-”

“wait, hang on...”

Papyrus paused, and turned to look back at Sans, who looked more excited than usual. “YES?”

“wouldn’t it be super cool if we counted backwards from ten, like a spaceship launch?”

Papyrus couldn’t decide whether he wanted to laugh or cry. Even if Sans would enjoy tonight no matter what... “THAT SOUNDS INTERESTING! LET’S DO IT!” Well, if this was the last night his brother would like space, Papyrus wouldn’t deny him this. “TEN…”

“nine…” Sans closed his eyes and grinned.

“EIGHT...” Papyrus grabbed his brother’s hand and turned towards the tent door.

“seven…” Sans entwined his phalanges with his brothers’ and squeezed.

“SIX.” Papyrus grabbed the tent zipper with his other hand and closed his eyes.

“five..!” Sans’ voice shook with excitement as he heard the tent door unzipping.

“FOUR!” Papyrus carefully made his way out of the tent without letting go of his brother or opening his eyes.

“three!” Sans felt himself being gently pulled by Papyrus out into the cool desert night.

“TWO!” Papyrus stopped, eyes still shut, and let go of his brother’s hand.

“one!” Sans tilted his head up.

Together, they opened their eyes.

‘OH,’ Papyrus thought, ‘MAYBE THE STARS REALLY DO DESERVE THEIR HYPE.’

Sans was staring at the sky with awe and wonder, more at ease than Papyrus had ever seen him. Papyrus had no doubt that Sans’ jaw would have dropped if it wasn’t fused to the rest of his skull.

Satisfied that his brother was enjoying the view, Papyrus looked up to see it himself.

It was…

Well…

It definitely was! It sure did exist! Or rather, it had existed several hundred years ago and they were only seeing it now? His brother had told him that little factoid earlier. In any case, it definitely was a view! Certainly a thing he was able to look at, if there wasn’t anything else to catch his attention!

“so, what do you think?” Sans’ voice was barely a whisper, “is the view everything you hoped for?”

“IT’S PERFECT,” Papyrus replied, gazing at the blissful look on his brother’s face. After all, Papyrus was never one to focus on the stars.

[peaches-of-1]

Training: Secrets Make

DID SOMEONE SAY ANGST? It was me. I said angst. Three whole chapters of it. Smut thrown in here and there!

Hiya, this is a part of my Training Series. You can start from here if you really want to know origin and stuff. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

The House | Mstrlst | Aesthetic Survey

You had been with the boys for three months now. It was about time for finals to start, and they had been fucking with you less. They didn’t make you play with them too long or had mid-day sessions in order to let you have more time to study.

“Your school work is more important.” They said.

Though, they would find ways to make studying more fun with games. Regular and lewd ones. Tonight was Biology and lewdness. There was a study sheet and for every question you got right, they would take off a piece of clothing. If you got a question wrong, then they’d put it back on. If you got them all naked by the end of it, you got to fuck.

You got to fuck. Not for too long, though because you needed decent sleep before your final tomorrow. Your brain was tired, so Yoongi fucked you. There was no reason to use your brain when you were just following orders.

Then he cleaned and tucked you in, kissing your cheek before heading towards his own bed. There was a weird, non orgasmic feeling in your stomach, but you were just way too tired to do anything about it.

The feeling was gone in the morning...for the most part. It was now to small to notice, so you got dressed, got your notes for last minute refreshing and were driven to your car. People would recognize a new car at the boys’ place, so it was kept in a special midway point between their home and the school.

After taking the test, you double checked a few things and then turned your Scan-tron in. You turned your ringer back on and saw the boys had sent you good luck messages while mixing baking soda with dyed vinegar.

You smiled and giggled. Told them how you think it went and they tell you how proud they are of you. Then you head to the nearest food place and grab some food stuff.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” This random voice calls, not nicely. There’s like a double meaning or something that confused you.

You were even more confused after not recognizing the face. It was some chick who was trying way to hard to look like an edgy nerd. Piercings here and there, purple hair, shaved head, old styled glasses.

Anyways, you replied, “Yes?”

“So, are you just now a slut or have you always been a whore?”

Several people looked in your direction. The girl didn’t flinch, but you shrunk beneath their gaze.

Only like 9 people could call you that. Seven were BTS, two were your best friends who were joking. You look at this girl. “Um, excuse me?”

She put her feet on the table, “You heard me, Dick sucker.”

“I did hear you, but I have no idea what you mean. I haven’t done anything to be called anything along those lines. Also, I’m sure I’m not the only girl or guy that would answer to that name.” You leaned back in your chair.

Your passing gay friend high-fived you as he passed by. Then you started eating again, seeing that this chick was just trying to start trouble.

“That may be true.” Miss Edgelord said. “But they don’t suck k-pop dick.”

You stopped chewing and your eyes grew. “What?” You swallowed and a shit eating grin came across her face.

She chuckled, “You heard me, (Y/N). Oh I love this song. You should hear it, too.”

She stuck a bud in your ear and it was a recording of you moaning and calling out Jungkook’s name.

“S-someone’s gonna see us!”

“I promise you, we’re fine. No one is here other than who you already know. Oh yes, just like that.”

Your own whining moans and gasps filled your ear, and you blushed, yanking it away. How did this girl get that? Horror filled you. All she could do was smile.

“Who are you?” You asked.

“Call me Heather. I know everything, (Y/N), and I’m going to show and tell everyone that you’re k-pop’s biggest whore. I wonder what will happen when the world finds out that Bangtan can’t control their dicks, so they got a live in cum-slut.”

“Why?” You weren’t thinking of yourself. “Why would you do that? Did I do something to you? If so, I apologize.” It would ruin the boys’ reputation. “Was it some, was it a joke or something I said?”

She held up a hand for me to stop talking. “I like chaos. I love ruining lives, and that’s that. However, you can stop this from going public.”

“How?” You’d do anything.

She took her feet of the table and leaned in, “Leave them.” She stood up and spoke directly into your ear. “You’ve got a week to say your goodbyes and get your life back to normal, or I make it hell, Princess.”

The purple-haired demon placed something in your hand, and left. There was suddenly a chill in the air that hadn’t been there before. You no longer had the stomach to eat. Ok, first things first.

Were you actually gonna leave? They needed you! They liked you! It took them forever to find someone like you, and you were just gonna leave!?!? You nodded to yourself. Yeah. They could find someone else. They had before. They’d probably find someone better, too.

You couldn’t let this get out. It wasn’t about you. Well, Heather was making it about you. In your heart of hearts, you’d do anything and everything to keep the boys’ rep clean, especially if you were the problem. It’d be best to leave without a trace.

Where would you live? Maybe your friends would take you back in. Also, you could probably get a new job and get an apartment of your own pretty quickly. See, even your plan was simple. All you had to do was do it.

One week after you left...

She was just gone. She hadn’t said anything, but she was gone. Had they done something wrong? Was it just too much for her? Was she starting to fall in love with someone?

Yoongi was in his room much more often now. Jungkook and Tae would play games nonstop, more often rage-quitting than not about the simplest things. Jin just...he was a bit delusional, saying he couldn’t wait for (Y/N) to come back from school so he could play with her. Jimin hadn’t stopped crying for days. Wouldn’t even talk to Namjoon who was trying to keep everyone together while hiding his own pain.

Hoseok...ultimately detached from humans and focused on dance. He sometimes wouldn’t be seen for days on end because of practicing. It was really overexerting his body, but pain was the only thing he wanted to feel, not sadness, not loneliness, just the ache of sore muscles.

There was this one fucking move he couldn’t get right. All the others had it down, but not him. Not him. Not...him. She didn’t stay for him. How did he not notice until it was too late? (Y/N) had stopped talking to them as much. Everything about her was less engaged.

He thought it had just been stress and finals, but there had to be something more. He tried the intro to the move and just stopped moving. No, not this, not tears. Hoseok tried to muffle his cries, but it was no use. He missed her so much and his heart felt so empty.

She wasn’t the one who fell in love this time.

You were wearing high socks, shorts, and a tank top as you leaned on the doorway looking into the living room. Namjoon was sitting on the couch, writing or something.

“Um, Joonie?”

“Yes, Princess?” He called you that every day now. You were gonna miss it.

You scratched your face, “Can you show me how to turn off cameras or can you at least turn the ones off in my room? I’m just feeling super paranoid and stressed, the camera’s aren’t helping.”

Namjoon looked up at you, and you gave him a neutral expression, pressing your lips together into a line. You had no choice but to leave. That girl. That Heather. She could ruin their lives, and you didn’t want that. The boys worked too hard to get where they were in their careers.

He stood and kissed your lips, “Sure. Follow me. I’ll show you how to do it in case you start feeling this way again and we aren’t home.”

“Thanks.” You said and followed.

You had cried earlier. Right now, tears were threatening to spill again, but you held them back until you were back in your room. The curtains on the window door were drawn. You couldn’t have anyone see you pack. You only had seven days.

For the time being, you were gonna live back at home for a bit. It wasn’t too far from the school, and your mom wouldn’t ask too many questions. Mostly just why you were coming home. You’d tell her what you told your friends.

The apartment complex you and Jihye stayed at was being torn down or remodeled or something so you had to move out and would find a new place to stay as soon as possible. It would be fine. Just the memories would hurt for a while. They’d fade, though. Someday.

Someone knocked on your door. You stopped crying and wiped your face.

“Yeah?” You called.

“Are you ok in there?” Hoseok asked. “Sounds like you’re crying.”

You forced a chuckle, “Just finals stuff. Getting a bit frustrated.”

“You know we’re here to help.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s...it’s ok.”

A pause, “Alright. We’re all headed out now. Don’t overwork yourself. Can’t learn anything when you’re too frustrated to think.”

You smiled sadly and swallowed your tears, “Thanks!”

His footsteps retreated and you let out a breath. You had seven days. Seven days to say goodbye before summer began. When the boys were on tour, they’d forget about you. It was for the better.

“At least tell them you’re leaving.” Your inside voice told you. It was a constant war within you.

“I can’t. They’d ask too many questions and then they’d go after her. Then she’d release the information. I can’t risk anyone knowing.”

You looked at the bed. You’d just gotten used to sleeping in it. It was made for royalty, and you’d miss it.

Two weeks after you left...

Jimin had been left home alone since he was feeling too sick to do anything. It was heartsickness. He missed her. His Madame, his sweet (Y/N) and left without leaving a trace of herself behind. The sunlight was gone by the time he woke up from crying himself to sleep.

He walked through the living room and through the hallway to her room. It was meant for the princess they treated her like. Had they not done it well enough? Why didn’t she come and talk to them? Did they ignore her? Did they work too hard? Not love her enough?

Not just sex. Actual love because that’s what it was. They actually loved her. At least Jimin did. She was so sweet. As soft as the comforter of her bed. He remembered how many times they had kissed on here. They usually just cuddled and snuggled in her room.

Helped her with homework. She used to lay her head down on this pillow, even humped it a few times. No one had come in here since the boys carefully went through looking for anything she left behind. Any memento. The bed still smelled like her.

Jimin remembered the last text from her as he held her pillow to his chest. It was out of no where. “I’m sorry. I have to go. Goodbye. <3 ;__;”

No explanation! Just gone! He clutched the pillow tighter and started sobbing. Why did she leave? She was perfect! She was...perfect.

After carting two suitcases full of clothes to your car, you had to stop. The boys were home. They wanted to help you with your finals again, but you said no. You just wanted to sleep, you lied. You weren’t hungry.

During the middle of the night, you went to eat something and then your body craved something more. Goodbye sex. That’s what this would have to be, everything you did this week.

You snuck into Jin’s room where everyone was sound asleep and crawled under his sheets to rub him. He didn’t wake up until you were rutting against his very hard penis.

“What are you doing, jagi?”

“I needed you.” You whisper, hands on his stomach. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait Mmm! Your majesty.”

He thrust into you, making you have to quiet a moan. You weren’t expecting him to react so quickly.

Jin shushed you, “Peasant girl is the prince’s secret lover, huh? You really did like that one.”

You nodded. That’s why you chose to do it like that.

“How about you ride me properly?”

“Ok.” You reply and slowly slide yourself onto him. It’s a struggle not to cry out from pleasure.

As you rode him, you thought of how many different ideas and characters you had played for him. The different props he fucked you on and with. You made sure to remember his moans, his quiet moans, as you really wanted to only know happiness when you thought back to your time with him.

Three days after you left...

Jin had trouble sleeping in his own bed after she left. He was too groggy the last time they fucked--so he hadn’t remembered as much as he wish he had--but it was on that bed. She knew she was leaving, but he didn’t. It wasn’t fair for her to have only had a proper goodbye.

No. He shook at his his head with his hands trying to fix his memory. She had only left for the day. She was still a student and so she had classes to go to today. It was a weekend. Then she was out with friends and would be back before too long. She’d be back. (Y/N) would be back. He knew it. She had to. He loved her too much for her to just go away without a proper goodbye. (Y/N) would be back. She had said it herself.

Instead, he slept on the couch. He couldn’t stand to sleep in his own room anymore. Everything reminded the eldest of the girl he loved. He shouldn’t have loved her. Of course she was gonna leave. Nothing he truly got enjoyment out of could last long or forever or end well. That’s how his life was.

Nothing good could stay. Only his career. Well, that was gonna go down the drain now.

As the oldest, he had to act as if everything was ok. Everything could only be ok if she was coming back to them. So that’s what he did. It was insanity or near it, but Jin would do anything to make sure things were fine.

Everything wasn’t fine, but delusion clouded all judgement not just the one inside. Pretend things were perfect. He was the oldest. That was his job. He wasn’t just a handsome face.

TO BE CONTINUED... >

[seraphm00n]

Some Kind of Christmas

Surprise! This is a secret gift I've been working on for @chynanigans! Hope you enjoy it! since you love Blank a loooottt lol 

Blank wasn't entirely sure why he was here of all places, even though he was invited by none other than Anti. The Septic Egos headquarters...was something. Especially during Christmas. He couldn't really deny coming over, though. It was either this or spending a weird evening with Mad Mike and him making weird drug/ice cream concoctions and the very disturbing raccoon version of Ethan. So, honestly, Blank could say he was having a good time here despite just hanging out in the corner, wondering why the hell Anti invited him.

Blank and Anti weren't exactly friends, but weren't exactly enemies either. They had their battles, maybe not as much as Anti and Dark, but more than anything, they spent their time ruining the other egos days through pranks and other mischievous ideas that come into their heads. Blank wouldn't say Anti was anything more than some psycho he spends his time with by either fighting or sabotaging Wilford's show again.

But here he was, witnessing the Septic Egos having a Christmas party. He was surprised when they let him in so willingly, with Marvin offering some hot chocolate or eggnog, Blank confused since he never had either of those things before, gaining a shocked reaction from Schneep and being encouraged to try some. Since Blank wasn't exactly human, he didn't need to consume food or fluids to sustain him, but went ahead and tried some. He wouldn't admit it, but he enjoyed the hot chocolate greatly.

He managed to steal Jackie's cup of hot cocoa without being seen, watching as Robbie and Jackie hang ornaments on the tree, Jackie having to stop Robbie a few times from eating the ornaments. He still hadn't seen any sign of Anti, even though Anti was the one who invited him. Blank didn't feel like asking either, sure that even if he asked, no one would really understand him that well. He mumbled too quietly, his words getting mashed into some weird gibberish. Weirdly enough, Anti was the only one who seemed to understand what he was saying. Even thought it was insults at Anti most of the time. If anything, Blank felt a bit okay with the fact Anti could understand him. "You haven't seen Anti yet, have you?", Blank was startled as Marvin walked up to him, almost spilling the hot chocolate in his hands. He shook his head quickly, Marvin sighing. "I was hoping you had, I'm afraid he's up to some prank bullshit again, and I rather not deal with that now. If you see him, try to stop him, if you can", Marvin said, walking off to help Schneep in the kitchen. Blank was now super curious as to where Anti was, trying to sense the glitch's energy anywhere. It took him a bit, but he was able to sense something...stranger than normal upstairs with Anti's energy. Almost panicky? 'Weird...', Blank thought, before heading upstairs. The sound of shuffling feet and boxes could be heard, along with a string of curses coming out of Anti's mouth. Blank walked over to the room Anti was in, peeking his head in to see what's going on.

Anti had extra Christmas lights strewn on the floor along with some leftover decorations, grumbling to himself and glitching now and then. "Don't say a fucking word or I'll cut you...or something", Anti said, not even looking in the direction of Blank. Blank shrugged and walked on, carefully stepping over the lights.

"I wasn't going to say anything, I was wondering what the hell you're doing...What the hell are you doing?" Anti sighed, stepping back from the box he was searching. "It's...a long story and I rather not say all of it, but..." Anti mumbled the last part, turning back to the box. "What was that? Didn't catch the last part. I'm the one who mumbles, dumbass, not you", Blank tilted his head, wondering what was making Anti act like this, since he was normally...you know.

Anti groaned, giving Blank a look before setting another string of lights on the floor. "I...want to surprise the others...And do somethin' nice for them, okay? I know they think I'm planning some stupid prank to ruin the party but I'm not, I really want to do something this time to surprise them...is that so bad?", he look at Blank, the saddest look on his face. Blank almost felt pity for Anti since he was always pinned as a bad guy, but...he almost felt pity. "That's not a bad thing, it's surprisingly nice coming from someone like you"

"Shut up Blank, I'm trying to be the nicer pain in the ass unlike you", Anti snickered while Blank rolled his eyes. "Alright, Anti, fine. Need any help—"

"I do, actually. That's the reason I invited you, so you can help me do this"

"Gee, and I thought you were inviting me to be friendly"

"Look, I knew you were going to be bored and stuck in a weird hell hole so maybe I wanted to get you out of that for a day, okay? Stop laughing!" Anti almost hissed as Blank was chuckling, grumbling as he picked some lights up. "Just come help or go deal with witnessing Robbie eating another ornament while Schneep gets drunk off his ass."

It took a while for things to get set up, especially while it's snowing outside and Anti having to explain what they were doing, but they got it done. Without interference from the other egos as well, with Anti and Blank taking turns to go inside to delude any suspicions the others may have about what they're doing outside. They panicked at one point from Robbie wondering outside from seeing the snow and being curious, Anti watching over him for a bit just so Robbie can play with the snow before taking him back inside to eat some gingerbread. As they admired their finished work, Blank glanced over at Anti, who was smiling until it suddenly turned into a frown. "What's wrong? Not satisfied with it completely? I don't think we can make the lights glitch—"

"What if they don't like it?", Anti muttered, his voice shaky. Blank hasn't exactly seem Anti worried over something, since Anti was more likely to not care what people thought about with what he did. "I just...I wanted to do something different. Something nice, y'know? I'm just thinking that maybe they don't take it seriously or think that something else is going to happen that's bad...Like the lights exploding or catching on fire or some shit like that..." Anti kicked some snow around with his foot, sighing. "I usually don't seem to think about things like this, right? But I do, all the time. Yeah, I don't give a fuck about what people say about me sometimes, but sometimes...It really does get to me. I want to do something nice sometimes, but get scared away from how I know it'll be taken another way that's bad".

Blank placed a hand on his shoulder, bringing Anti's attention to him. "I'm pretty sure they don't think you're all bad, Anti. I don't think you're all bad. Hell, we've done some pretty fun stuff together that isn't 'bad' as people would think, like the time we managed to get Dark's suit to become completely bright pink and blue? That was genius!" Blank smiled, receiving a light chuckle from Anti. "Yeah, that was pretty hilarious seeing how mad and embarrassed the edgelord was...Let's go get the others and surprise them, yeah? Make your first Christmas Eve go out with a bang".

"HEY LOSERS! GET OUT HERE I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU!", Blank held back laughter as Anti yelled, the other egos coming out of the home with confused looks except Robbie, who looked excited to be out in the snow again. "Vhat are you up to now, Anti?" Schneep asked, taking a sip of the (possibly spiked) eggnog in his hand. "It's a bit concerning with how you've been suspicious with Blank all evening...", Jackie said, crossing his arms as he looked at the house as Blank plugged something in. "What the—?!"

On the house across the front of it, were strings of lights in the form of letters. They spelled "Merry Christmas Schneep, Marvin, Jackie, Robbie, Chase, from your local glitch boys, Anti and Blank" in bright colors and flashes. The egos were all shocked, even Anti and Blank with how well it looked. They grinned at each other before looking at the others, laughing at their stunned reactions. Schneep and Chase were crying from how sweet it was, Marvin was in absolute shock, Jackie was making sure Robbie didn't go try to eat the lights. But...they all seemed happy about it. Schneep awarded Anti and Blank for the wonderful surprise with plenty of cookies he made with Marvin's help. Anti loved how Robbie was fascinated with the lights and how Jackie kept saying it was a great job. Blank, well, he actually felt happy, if that's what you call the warm feeling inside. Even though he ended the night with tying Anti up in lights and hanging him from the ceiling, saying Anti was a better decoration than anything, receiving death threats among other things from the very lit up Anti. Overall, Blank could say he did have a very Merry Christmas after all.

[headcanonsrfaknb]

Hello Kel, and welcome to this wonderful of headcanons! ^^ What about the RFA+Minor Trio reacting to a "i'm pregnant"? Idk, i like this headcanon so much, and i always ask for it lol :v thank you so much ;3; ~i don't know your work very well but the notifications are on! and i'll probably send you a lot of asks sorry not sorry

Thank you! I hope you like this.

Sort of got stuck on what to do with Jumin so I apologize if it’s not that great. Also, I didn’t include Jaehee, but if you want, I can do one where it’s adoption or something. 

Yoosung

“Could you repeat thatplease, MC.”

Takes him a fewmoments to process this information

Probably askssomething like if you’re pregnant with a baby.

Like what else wouldyou be pregnant with????

Once his brain wrapsaround the idea he’s super excited.

Gives you a giant hug

Then worries he mightsquish the baby and pulls away freaked out

But he calms down onceyou assure him he can’t squish the baby

And then he panicsagain because omg you need a crib and diapers and toys and doctors and so manythings. There is such a long list!

And he needs to telleveryone!

He’s rambling on abouteverything that needs to be done as though it needs to be done now

“Yoosung, the babywon’t come for six more months. We have time. Calm down.”

Okay. So buying thecrib can wait

But he still needs totell everyone.

By the end of thenight, the RFA, your families combined, his entire LOLOL guild, and probablythe rest of the world knows you are pregnant.

 Zen

You hadn’t decided howto tell him yet but it sort of just slipped out

The two of you werediscussing a job he had been offered that would require him to travel for abouta month

The month being thesame one you would be due.

Normally you wouldhave been ecstatic and encouraging him to take it, so when you were obviouslyreluctant, he knew something was up.

“Zen, I’m pregnant. I’llbe due that month.”

Not exactly how youwanted to tell him, but it worked.

His eyes went wide anda big grin appeared on his face.

Forget the job, he wasgoing to be a father??!

“Pregnant? We’rehaving a child?”

“Yes.”

He screams and pullsyou into a hug.

Asks a bunch ofquestions, most of which you can’t answer.

“I just found out,Zen. I don’t know the gender yet.”

 Jumin

He’s at work when youfind out

Eager to tell him, youcall him

He’s in a meeting buthe takes the call anyway. He always takes your calls.

As soon as he hearsthe news, meeting canceled

You’re pretty sureDriver Kim was ordered to speed considering how fast he gets home

And how did he havetime to grab flowers??

He picks you up andgives you a tight hug while planting kisses all over your head.

He’s listing off allthe things you need to do, all the people that need to be called, etc, etc

But you don’t pay muchmind to that

You’re just happy he’shappy.

-

Saeyoung

He wasn’t as excitedas you expected.

He smiled and huggedyou but it felt forced?

You thought maybe hewas just distracted. You had interrupted him during his work.

But the rest of theday he was oddly quiet.

Of course, you’re worried.

It was one thing notgetting the reaction you expected earlier, but now he was acting strange.

Quiet and distant likeyou did something wrong.

Maybe he doesn’t wanta child.

Should have worn acondom then…

Maybe he’s just havingone of his days?

You decide to confronthim.

“Are you unhappy thatI’m pregnant?”

“What! No!” He looksupset that you would even think that.

Asks you why.

When you tell him, hesighs and pulls you onto his lap and holds you close.

“I’m happy. I want tohave a child with you. But…”

“But?” but what?

He explains he’s justworried about your safety and the childs safety and whether he can be a goodparent since he never had a good example.

And he’s just stressedfrom dealing with his brother lately too.

But he is happy. Hedoes want this child.

And he is sorry heacted weird.

Of course, you givehim reassurances and tell him it will be okay.

By the next day, he’sthe picture of excitement about it.

Already talking abouthow to make a really cool crib that flys.

No. Saeyoung. Noflying cribs.

Saeran

He’s not sure how totake this news.

How does one react tothis? He hasn’t got a clue.

Probably should behappy.

But ya know…edgelordand all

No jumping up and downwith joy here

Sort of shrugs at it.

Like. Okay. That’scool.

Goes back to whateverhe was doing.

Well, you sort ofexpected that.

Later he’ll ask somequestions though.

Probably get nervousabout it.

Curious about theprocess and maybe throws out some names.

Don’t worry, he’ll getexcited with time.

V

The smile on his facecouldn’t possible get any wider when you tell him the good news.

He’s practicallyglowing.

He pulls you in for ahug and gives you tons of kisses

Later that night, he approachesyou with a very serious look and asks if he can talk to you about something.

He tells you he’s beenthinking about the surgery again.

He wants to go throughwith it. He wants to be there for you and the child and that will be hard if heis blind.

And he wants to seehis child

Of course, you’re onboard 100%

The two of you meetwith Jumin the next day and the surgery is scheduled as soon as possible.

Be prepared for lotsof pregnancy photos!!

Vanderwood

I feel like the firstthing out of their mouth would be a curse word.

No smiling.

Like Seven, they are instantly worried.

Given their past, they’re always afraid something will happen to you because of them

Now a child might bein danger to….

Luckily, you expectedthis reaction.

You sit them down onthe couch and hold their hands

Lots of reassurancesand kisses

You tell them you wantto keep the child. You want a family. Even if it’s dangerous. Life isdangerous.

They’re reluctant, butyour determination sways them

By the end of yourtalk, they’re not exactly excited, but they do smile.

If this is what youwant, they will make it happen