#I'm realizing how bad I am to maintaining contact

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@jegulus-microfic // february 7 // prompt: star // words: 1,416 // cw: referenced sexual content // part 1 + part 3

“So let me get this straight,” Barty says, pacing in front of the couch where Regulus is sitting with his back straight and his hands tucked between his knees. “You sucked off your ex in the bathroom, picked a fight with him because he wanted to return the favor, ended up hooking up with him and staying the night, and now you’re telling me he texted you?���

Barty ticked off every point he made, a full five fingers now held up in front of Regulus' face. Five offenses. Regulus fights to maintain eye contact but his resolve crumbles under Barty's unyielding stare. Barty Crouch Junior, a force of nature. If only he'd use his powers for good.

“That would be correct,” Regulus says after a moment of silence.

“And his name in your phone is do not fucking respond.”

“That would also be correct.”

“And what did you do?”

“I responded.” Regulus at least has the decency to hang his head in shame. He remembers how long it took his friends to piece him back together in the aftermath of Hurricane James.

Barty sighs, bone-deep and long-suffering. He pinches the bridge of his nose before dropping his hand and turning to face Regulus again. “Follow-up question: were you dropped on your head as an infant?”

Regulus perks up at that, because “Well—”

“Don’t answer that,” Barty says, voice clipped. “God, Regulus. Gold star for being a fucking idiot.”

“In my defense,” Regulus starts. He doesn't continue though. Lets the silence stretch until there is no give anymore. Barty cocks an impatient eyebrow. “He looked really good,” Regulus finishes lamely. A red flush crawls up his neck and Regulus is sure it makes the mottled bites and bruises on his skin stand out even more.

Barty stops pacing to shoot Regulus an incredulous look. “That’s such a bad excuse? He always looks good? If you’re gonna be dropping to your knees as soon as he's within a two-mile radius, just— don’t.”

“But—”

And really, Regulus isn’t sure why he’s about to argue. He absolutely should be kept away from James at all times and he’d been so good at it for a while, but then. Well. Before he gets a chance to argue though, Barty cuts him off again.

“Don't make me call Pandora. She will bring the list.”

That does shut Regulus up. A huge file with an annotated bibliography and an itemized list of why Regulus should stay away from James. They had used it against him before and it worked every time. This time though, he didn’t want his weaknesses pointed out to him just yet.

“Fine. I won't talk to James anymore.”

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“And then you have the fucking audacity to text me?” Regulus asks, incredulity bleeding into his voice. James seems unbothered by it though, hip cocked against the kitchen counter and arms crossed over his chest.

“Would you rather I call you?” He asks.

Regulus whirls on him. “No! I'd rather you not reach out to me at all!”

“See, once again, I am finding that hard to believe.” James pushes himself off the counter and steps closer to Regulus. “Did celibacy make a liar out of you? Or did I fuck you so good you forgot all the things you said last night?” He keeps his voice low as he says it, but Regulus hears it loud and clear. He shifts under James’ sharp gaze. Eyes lazily tracking the way Regulus moves.

“I'm not fucking lying. Last night was a mistake,” Regulus lies. Because that’s what he does now. Apparently.

“Technically two,” James says. He bites his bottom lip thoughtfully, eyes stuck on one of the many bruises littering Regulus’ neck.

Regulus doesn’t need the reminder, he can feel the bites and bruises sting with every turn of his head. Hands pressed palm to palm and the two of them chest to chest. A leg between Regulus’ own and his voice so wrecked he didn’t realize it was his at first. James, softened by the low light in the room, all his sharp edges blurring into pleasure. The hum of a moan into the heated skin of his neck.

“Technically three,” Regulus murmurs, eyes getting hazy, but he catches himself a second later, straightening. “But that's not what we're talking about!”

“Isn’t it?” James cocks his head. A lazy smirk pulls at James’ lips. The sight makes something simmer hot in Regulus’ gut. “We seem awful good at making mistakes. Maybe they're not mistakes at all.”

“All of this was a mistake! From the beginning! We shouldn't have hooked up and we shouldn't have dated and none of this should've fucking happened. Not last night, not last year, none of it.” Regulus takes a heaving breath. Considers saying more, but then James cuts in with:

“Are you done?”

“What?”

“I asked if you were done.”

“I— Yeah. I guess.”

James takes a step closer again, boxing Regulus in against the table. He presses his palms down on the flat surface, one on each side of Regulus’ hips. He has to look up a bit to be able to look James in the eye when they’re this close. He always liked it.

“You know what, that would've hurt my feelings if I believed you. Although I guess I do think this was a mistake. In a way.”

The feeling of James’ breath hitting the side of his neck makes Regulus shiver. James dips down for the barest, briefest moment and drags his lips along the column of Regulus’ neck, tracing the path he laid out the night before. It takes Regulus a second to realize what James just said, too caught up in his closeness to register the words. He isn't prepared for the way that statement makes him feel, a sharp pang in his chest and a dull ache all the way down his fingertips. He curls them into fists, keeps them resolutely in his lap. But before he has a chance to react, James continues.

“See, I think we never should've broken up. Mistake number one.” James takes the smallest of steps backward just to be able to raise his pointer finger. Regulus misses the heat instantly. “And I think you shouldn't have left this morning. Mistake number two.” He raises a second finger. “And you know what they say about mistakes.”

He glances at Regulus thoughtfully, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.

“Don't fucking make them?” Regulus asks.

“All good mistakes come in threes,” James corrects, a third finger now being held up.

“No one says that.”

“Maybe they should.”

“No, James,” Regulus shakes his head and leans back, putting some distance between himself and James. Or trying to, at least. “This is a bad idea and we both know it.”

James just leans into him more. Regulus goes a little cross-eyed trying to maintain eye contact. His focus is drawn to James’ lips instead. He remembers them pink and bitten. Stretched wide, spit clicking the corners.

“Come on, baby,” James hedges. “No more mistakes. Just me and you. And I'll be so good for you, good to you, I swear.”

His voice is molten honey, hot and sweet, and it sticks to Regulus’ skin like a physical thing.

And Regulus only has so much resolve. He unclenches his fists, allowing himself to reach out and touch. But the smooth fabric of James’ sweater is a poor substitute for the thing he really craves. It buzzes in his veins, a steady hum that's getting increasingly harder to ignore. There is no alcohol in his system to blur the lines he'd once drawn, he steps over them with his eyes wide open.

“You're addicting, you know that?” Regulus murmurs, mouth a few scant inches from James’. “Just can't fucking quit you. You and your Jamesness.”

Before James can reply, Regulus curls a hand over James’ throat and tugs him into a kiss. The buzzing in his veins quiets immediately, satisfaction rushing through them instead. It’s heady, kissing James again, even though it’s only been a couple of hours since their last kiss. James really is addicting. And Regulus is a weak, weak man.

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is that a phone in your pocket or are you happy to see me [group • 4 members]

reg: hey guys....

evan: you're an embarrassment

barty: @panda send the fuckinf list

pandora: reasons why regulus should keep his dick in his pants and out of his ex [file type: PDF • 53 pages]

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- Tiger Lily - (Yandere! Namjoon x Reader) - Part 1

Warnings: Slight ABO, smut/noncon (not this part), kidnapping, innuendos, harassment, gaslighting, drugs, forced undressing, nonconsensual touching, slavery/forced prostitution, dark themes. You have been warned.

Summary: To be a flower maiden is to know pain. Pain that comes many forms. It's too bad for you that your curse is not well known, and running from the only man who knows about it, won't do you much good. Run while you can... for when he catches you, there's no telling how he'll ravage you.

Note: I have no idea what time line I wrote this for lol. I’m also thinking of making this a series with the other members, so if you like it, please let me know! This is inspired by the Yuri Manwha Kang Unnie.

Your clothes had always smelled of smoke.

Not because you enjoyed the bad habit, but because as you grew older smoke was the only thing able to cover the scent. The scent of the Tiger Lily. The scent ranged from cigarettes, to old incense, to burnt ash from the fireplace. Your parents never took chances when it came to you. Fear always glimmered in their eyes; Fear that their only child would get taken away to be a noble's toy, never to be seen again.

It was a bright summer day, when you first interacted with Namjoon. With no idea as to who he was, he was the first person to see past the smoke.

You wished you had been more careful; More cautious as to who you interacted with. But the Tiger Lily came with a curse. And it was naïve of you to believe you could escape the curse.

"Are you alright?"

It took a moment for you to realize that a young gentleman had bumped into you. The arms that had wrapped around your own, allowed for a more stable support. Strong muscles hardened over time, with scars easily noticeable underneath long sleeves.

It was the first thing you noticed about him. Second, were his eyes. They gleamed mahogany and dared those that didn't know him to lean in a bit closer. You wanted to lean in closer. Sadly, you did not have that luxury. Especially, when that very same man was apologizing for falling into your lap and ruffling your skirts.

"I really am so clumsy." He rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. "It is not gentlemanly to be falling into a young ladies lap."

He grabbed your right hand and kissed it, looking into your own eyes. Maintaining eye contact, he raised himself up before looking around. You had been sitting at a nearby fountain with a book in one hand, when he had stumbled upon you. It was a common habit of yours, when taking a break from the old apothecary your parents ran. It was a nice place to take a rest from the outside world; a place where no one had to worry about greedy individuals in the dark. Your own refuge.

It was when you had been in the middle of a kissing scene, that you heard a scuffle occurring nearby. The strange man had been perusing the shops nearby, when someone had ran into his shoulder, and shoved him to the cobblestone at your feet. In the process of catching himself from the fall, he had managed to face plant into your colorful skirts.

"It's quite alright sir." You giggled. "I'm just glad you are not hurt. Some of the people around here can be quite rude." He smiled at that before tilting his head.

"Still, it was not appropriate of me. Though I am curious, you smoke ma'am?"

No one had asked it outright as forthcoming as that in the past.

"Why no-" you chuckled "my parents just enjoy it, and who I am I to judge them for the habit."

There was a hum from his side, before he bowed before you. "Well, my lady, it was lovely meeting you, albeit in the wrong circumstances." He looked over at someone that was approaching quickly. They seemed to be in servant attire. A large tailcoat and white cuffs clipped at the wrist. Peculiar for a small town like yours.

"You really shouldn't run off like that -"

He shook his head at the man approaching. They shut their mouth and backed up a step, giving the gentleman his space. He sighed. It seemed that was his notice to leave.

Before the clumsy man left, he managed to look over his shoulder and asked you one last question. "What might my savior's name be?"

"(Y/N). And yours?"

He paused, thinking over his response. His eyes flitted over your attire, the long skirts that dragged in the dirt. The corset framing your bodice. The way you fidgeted your hands together.

"Namjoon. Just Namjoon."

You didn't think anything of your interaction with Namjoon. He wore peasant clothing, and yet held himself in a more gentlemanly manner than most commoners you lived with. If anything, your interaction with him had made your day.

It wasn't until later in the day, when your parents reminded you to keep the incense burning in the home, that you remembered why you can't get close to men. They would just use you, and drag you away for their own selfish desires.

That is what happened to all flower maidens.

Flower maidens were around for as long as you could remember. They were always young ladies born with seeds implanted in them. Seeds that on their 21st birthday, would bloom across them starting all the way from the nape to their back all the way to their bottom, creating imagery of gorgeous flowers unlike any tattoo or painting could ever envision. Blooming in real time, more alluring than anything. Each maiden embodied a different flower, all the way to the way their hair shined in the sun, to the powerful scent given off by each fair lady. To be a flower maiden, was to be an angel incarnate.

These ladies were cursed though. For even though they held immense beauty and could bewitch any man that came across their path. The blooming's held a price.

Starting from the first blooming, the maiden would be weak to anyone that came across them, unable to fend for themselves or against anyone that came to take advantage of them. Their minds would be primed only for the sexual desires of themselves and others, ravaged by the sensations that occurred across their skin. A fire and pain that only got worse the longer they ignored the want for someone inside them. It was said that the pleasure from bedding a flower maiden was unlike anything feasible on earth.

To "protect" the flower maidens, the royals and nobility created a garden hidden away. This garden held all the rare and beautiful flower maidens, and treated them like nobility themselves. The cost being that, a flower maiden must always give themselves to the nobility that visited and paid. It was a "treat for all the nobles hard work". A life of a gilded cage of prostitution. All nobles agreed that watching a maiden writhe around in want and need, as pansies, poinsettia's, roses, and more, spread like a new painting across their bosom was mesmerizing.

The clientele were highborn, and with that came the expectation that a flower maiden may never leave. Every flower maiden that has entered that garden has died before the age of thirty five. It is said that the thorns and blooms wrap around their heart, swallowing them whole of loneliness. Nobles pay millions to enjoy the final blooming of a flower maiden and it is common knowledge that there is no known cure.

There has always been speculation, however, and in your heart you always hold out hope. Hope that by the time your blooming comes, you will have found a way to beat the death curse.

As you pass your hand over the seed on your thigh, you are reminded of this. The seed that would one day bloom into beautiful pink and orange Tiger Lily's.

Your parents always said that the Tiger Lily represented wealth and pride. That was what scared them so. Fear that the nobility would snatch you away. That you would be cursed by their pride and wealth in an endless loop. A toy for them to enjoy.

You refused to be that for them.

When you were sixteen you first noticed a scent start to appear. Your parents quickly moved homes, albeit not easily due to the poverty you all suffered from. Incense soon became common in your household as well. But they refused to allow you to be taken. For they knew they could not afford the cost to visit the gardens, lest you be taken, and knew that you were worth so much more than a life in an esteemed brothel.

It was a dangerous game, but one they were willing to pay.

It was the law that any flower maiden born in Korea be handed over to the government from birth. It was easier to raise a lady into prostitution, than to convince her it was her duty to her kingdom later in life.

The cost of hiding one, was death.

"(Y/N)! Dinner's almost ready!"

You looked one last time at the seed at your thigh.

"Coming!"

“What have you been reading about this time?”

Looking up from your book, you made eye contact with your parents in the kitchen. They both were cleaning up from the days meal, and you could notice a hunch in their shoulders from the days work at the apothecary. You shrugged.

“It’s just another fairytale romance. Prince falls in love with a peasant girl and love happily ever after.-“ Your mother smiled. “You know how they go.”

“I’m glad you’re still able to enjoy those things.” She patted her hands on her apron, before grabbing the flour off the table, reorganizing the pantry as she meandered.

“I will be needing some help in the shop tomorrow. You know how busy it gets on Wednesdays. Is that alright?” Your mother never wanted to impede on your personal studies. It was rare for a women to be educated, so she prioritized your own before the need for money.

“Of course. Nine o’clock?”

“On the dot.”

She blew a bit of dust off a shelf, and wiped a few things down before settling in next to you on the lounge. It creaked under the weight, with old florals stained over time, but made no other noise. She wrapped her arm around your back and held you close. She smelled of smoke and ash, although, you knew she hated it. But she loved you more.

It was as your eyes were starting to shut. The warmth and breath lulling you to sleep, that you heard three knocks on the door.

They were concise and clear.

It was unclear to you, why someone would be knocking at this hour. Many individuals should have settled in for the night by now, or at least been off the streets. Your parents were intrigued by who was at the door as well, as they looked at each other in suspicion, before you felt the warm touch of your mother leave your side.

Their steady footsteps rang out as they approached the door. A creak was heard as the hinges squeaked open. And on the other side stood a royal guard.

You froze in your seat.

The officer took off his hat and held it at his waist.

“Excuse me, ma’am. So sorry to intrude at this late of an hour.” He peaked his head in, making eye contact at you before smiling. “My name is Officer Jungkook. We were alerted of a disturbance on this property. May we come in?” He paused to allow your guardians a moment to process the request.

They looked at each other before nodding. No one could deny an officer of the king.

“Of course. Please don’t stand outside too long. It’s far too cold for anyone to be out.” She waved her arms inside, before around ten men entered the premises. Each one donned in navy blue, with patches of red on their shoulders, designating them as members of the royal forces. They meandered along the walls, dragging fingers along surfaces, led by none other than the individual introducing himself as Jungkook. He looked around with hooded eyes, almost as if intrigued by the atmosphere and cozy home.

It wasn’t until he was far into the living room and the door had been shut, that he clapped his hands.

The sound rang out. Like thunder in a storm.

That was when all hell broke loose.

Hands grabbed and vases flew, as you were apprehended by multiple men. Your parents yelled out for you as you were dragged back screaming and kicking. They were not far better as men dragged them away to a back corner. Muffled yells and tears were the only thing you could hear from your parents.

“Let me go!” You went to bite your oppressors hand, but they quickly brought their hand back before another grabbed your head and held your jaw shut.

“Search her.”

You snapped your head to look over at Officer Jungkook. The order was quick, and if one were not paying attention, they would have missed it. Too bad for you, the royal guards were paying very close attention. Within a second, you had been stripped of your blouse and hands were touching all over your shoulders, back, and neck. You quickly yelled out, as no one had seen or even touched you in those areas before. Face heating up, you kept kicking and shoving at anyone that dared lay a hand on you.

The head guard snapped his fingers in front of the faces of his men quickly.

"Enough of this! The report was for a scent near the skirts. Don't undress the women more than is necessary!" There were a few mumbled apologies before your bodice was thrown back over your shoulders and instead your skirts were pulled down. The situation seemed to be getting worse by the second. You yelled out, as their hands passed over your skin. Brushing over calves and thighs, before finally landing on what they were looking for.

You shook in their grasps, as one of their hands gently passed over the indent of a seed on your thigh.

Your cursed Tiger Lily.

"It's in the middle of the thigh, sir."

Quickly, your skirts were pulled up, but not before the arms around your waist tightened further. Head Guard Jungkook nodded his head and looked pleased before turning to your parents, tailcoat whirling behind him.

"The cost for housing a flower maiden is death. In accordance with our laws, you will be escorted to the palace where you will await trial. This process can take weeks or months, but it is within your best interests to come silently, as we may have to use more force than necessary otherwise." While the other guards were groaning at every jab you sent back, the head guard seemed to be fairly content with the events of the evening. Your parents heads hung low in shame. They had failed protecting their little girl.

He slowly walked over to you. The way he held himself was almost bunny like, with a chagrin smile and mischievous brown eyes. He was just as mesmerizing as the man you had seen earlier. He leaned in close to you and took a piece of hair within his grasp, twirling it around his finger, before his grin reached larger across his face.

"Poor little maiden, I'm sorry you've been cooped up here so long. I can assure you that we will -"

"Piss off fucker!" You snarled. The smile slightly slipped, but never disappeared.

"It seems you are a bit confused. That is of no worry, Wonho?" He held out his hand. One of the guards seemed to get the memo.

"Yes sir!" A needle was placed into Jungkook's hand. Your eyes narrowed onto it. Gritting you teeth, you gave the man your deepest glare.

He smiled. "Don't worry fair flower maiden, in time -" He pulled off the cap. "You will see that this is your true purpose."

You felt a needle plunge into your neck, before everything went dark.

Note:

Hello Everyone! This story is a lot darker than anything I've ever written. This part was about halfway done when I first started writing Snatched Part two, so I can assure you that is coming out soon as well. But boy, do I have a bad habit of trying to write one-shots and them turning into multiple parts. I'm expecting this to be about two to three parts. Hope you all enjoyed! Let me know what you think. Your comments make my day! Who do we think Namjoon is? Is there more to the curse?

[imtrashraccoon]

This mans be giving me so many ideas. I love him so much!

Future Tumble Edit: The awesome @teasworldstuff made some beautiful fanart for this chapter! Check it out here!

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First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Nightmare - Formal

Word Count: 1,561

You were standing in what was best described as a grand hall. The floor was covered in a red carpet and the curtains over the large windows were a darker shade of red. There was a fancy chandelier hanging from the very center of the ceiling, an elegant grand staircase, a long buffet table, and a wide open area at one side of the room that served as a dance floor.

Looking down, you quickly discovered that you were dressed in an outfit that was far from anything you'd ever imagined owning, let alone wearing. It was a floor length silver ball gown with sheer sleeves and plenty of tule. Frankly, it was gorgeous and you couldn't help but do a little twirl to see how pretty it really was. You also had sliver chain bracelets on both your wrists, a velvet black choker around your neck, and a pair of black heels.

Hearing soft footsteps, you looked up and saw Nightmare at the top of the grand staircase. He was also dressed formally, wearing a three piece plum coloured suit and expensive looking leather dress shoes. He was still wearing his gold moon circlet although he seemed to have some fancier gold rings this time, many of which were encrusted with brilliant precious stones. The four tentacles you'd noticed the first time you saw him were noticeably absent though.

He descended the stairs slowly, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. You couldn't help but feel entranced by how regal and elegant he was carrying himself. He looked like he could easily blend in with high society if he wanted to.

"Good evening, my dear," he said in that same velvety tone of voice once he'd reached the bottom of the stairs.

Your tongue felt heavy and for a moment you couldn't speak. You knew this was a dream but with how he'd just spoken to you and how beautiful this place was, you felt like you'd stepped into your favorite historical romance show. It didn't help that recently you'd realized you had a thing for oddly handsome skeletons.

Finally, you managed to clear your throat and find your voice again. Giving a bit of a curtsey, you smiled and greeted him in return. "Good evening..."

He smiled as he walked over, stopping a foot or so away, and offered his arm to you. His demeanor seemed almost genuine but you got the feeling that this was more of an act than anything on his part, albeit a very good one.

You hesitated for a moment but accepted his offer and linked your arm in his own. He began to guide you over to the dance floor and you followed willingly. This whole situation felt so bizarre though.

"Is the outfit to your liking?" he asked and glanced over at you. "You seem a bit tense, my dear."

You felt your cheeks grow warm from embarrassment and nodded. "Sorry, I just don't dress up often...and I'm not used to wearing anything this long." Not wanting to seem rude though, you quickly added, "I love the colour though."

He hummed softly and his cyan eyelight briefly flicked over your body before he looked away. "My apologies, I'll take that into consideration for next time."

You were left wondering what the extent of his knowledge was when it came to fancy clothing like this. You could picture him knowing quite a bit considering he seemed like the type to enjoy the finer things in life. Also, was he planning to do this again?

"Forgive me if this sounds too forward but I feel I would be remiss if I said nothing."

You looked over at Nightmare in a curious way.

"You are rather gorgeous, my dear. I imagine you must get quite a few compliments on your appearance, or am I wrong?" he continued to say.

You were certain your cheeks had turned a bright pink as a result of his comment and reflexively ducked your head out of embarrassment.

"No, at least none that are flattering..." you murmured. "A lot of men tend to catcall me or make other lewd comments."

He clicked his non-existent tongue in a disapproving manner. "That's a shame...they clearly don't deserve your time or attention, dear."

You didn't know what to say in response. He was right, but the comments still bothered you and it wasn't always as simple as ignoring them. Most guys that would subject you to those things were also the type to pursue you and not take no for an answer.

"Do you know how to dance?" Nightmare asked, changing the subject and bringing you out of your thoughts.

You shook your head, "Not really."

He tilted his skull and an amused expression flickered across his face. "It's fairly simple. I could show you how if you'd like?"

As he spoke, he started to guide you into a waltz and you followed to the best of your ability. Your heart was fluttering in your chest at how close you were to him and how magical this moment felt. Still, your movements were stiff in comparison to his effortless, smooth ones.

He seemed to notice how nervous you were and leaned closer to you. "Relax and try to enjoy yourself, my dear. It's only a dream afterall, so you might as well have fun, am I right?"

You nodded and took a deep breath to try and ease your nerves. It was only a dream. When would you ever get to experience something like this again? Sure, you were currently dancing with a god, but he really gave off those mysterious dark stranger vibes that you secretly loved reading about. So why not just forget everything you dealt with on a daily basis and enjoy this short moment?

You started to lose yourself in the motions as you both danced together. Well, that is until Nightmare suddenly stopped dancing and pulled you closer, holding your body against his own. His cyan eyelight stared deep into your eyes and for a moment, you thought you could see a brief glimpse of the power he held.

Not only had he crafted two gorgeous dreams so far but he was obviously capable of a lot more than that. He could have subjected you to actual nightmares instead but he wasn't. So why was he being so nice?

He released his hold on you as if nothing had happened and guided you over to a comfortable couch that you hadn't previously noticed. You gratefully sank into the plush cushions and took a deep breath to calm your beating heart. While dancing with him had been fun, you were feeling a bit faint from both how anxious you'd been and how close he'd been holding you. There was only do much your poor heart could take.

After a moment, Nightmare hummed in a thoughtful way. "May I ask what kind of formal outfit you would be most comfortable in?" he asked.

You tilted your head as you pondered his question. "I think either a knee length dress or a blouse and skirt combo. It's most similar to what I wear for work but I guess neither of those would quite fit this dream."

He nodded in agreement. "Would wearing something so similar like that remind you of your job and only serve to distract you?"

You blinked in surprise. You hadn't thought about that at all and now that you were, he was probably right.

Glancing over at him, you nodded slowly. "Probably... I don't like my job very much so it would be distracting."

"Then it's a good thing you can see what it's like in this dream, isn't it?" he commented.

"Yeah, I suppose so."

After a moment of silence, you fully turned to look at him. "Nightmare? Um, can I call you that or...?"

He nodded and motioned for you to continue speaking.

Feeling slightly bolder, you took a deep breath to steady your nerves. "I know from what the boys have told me that you aren't known for being nice without a reason. So, why did you create this dream? And why are you trying to get to know me like this?"

He smiled and gave you an amused look. His tone became quieter and even more gentle as he started to answer. "I mentioned this yesterday but in my eyes, you are clearly exceptional as far as humans are concerned. I'm just trying to figure out what exactly sets you apart from all the others."

When you frowned slightly, he added, "And I'm not referring to your Intent either. I want to see why you choose to act the way you do."

He lightly ran his phalanges over your cheek and tucked some of your hair behind your ear. "I'll see you soon, my dear..." he murmured as he went to stand up

The last thing you remembered was the way his permanent grin quirked up at the edges and how his good eye socket narrowed in a way that sent chills down your spine. Then, you were waking up in your bed once again with a fluttering feeling in your soul.

He seemed to have the ability to toy with your emotions... Why else would he know exactly what to do to tug at your heart strings? He was definitely dangerous...

[nethhiri]

Siren Charms: Chapter 8

Zoro x Siren!Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood

Hunger

The Straw Hats were a lot more welcoming than you expected them to be, more welcoming than you deserved from them. The only one who maintained a distance was Zoro. It was plain to see he still didn't trust you. He hesitated about giving your sword back, eyeing it with some curiosity, as he did so. He seemed to realize you didn't need a sword to hurt anyone. Your body was the weapon. 

All the human contact was a bit overwhelming for you, more so since you were so hungry. You often set yourself apart, sitting on the figurehead or the roof of the crow's nest. You were a nocturnal creature, so it was easy for you to climb into one of the trees on the ship and fall asleep on a limb during the daytime hours. A few times you might have been so deeply asleep and weak in general that you fell out of the tree. You didn't even wake up one of those times and it was a miracle you didn't fall into Zoro's lap since he often slept in the shade of the trees.

You found yourself in the kitchen, quite shamefully. Sanji greeted you with his normal enthusiasm and astutely noticed your demeanor. "What's wrong, mademoiselle?" 

"Remember the other day, when you yelled at Luffy for stealing food?"

"I do."

"It... was me." Your craving was so intense you broke the lock on the fridge and ate a few steaks raw from the fridge. "I'm sorry." You felt bad that Luffy got whopped on the head for your thievery. 

Sanji lamented, "Am I not feeding you well enough? Is my cooking subpar?!" He dramatically put his head on the counter. "I apologize for starving you so!" He was impressed that you basically ripped the fridge door off the hinges trying to get in. Nothing Franky couldn't fix. 

"No, no. That's not it. Your cooking is great." You didn't know how to explain. "I need...more. More than food." You actually didn't need to eat food at all, but you could still enjoy the flavors. "I need blood...from people." 

"Oh like for your devil fruit?" Sanji nodded. "Don't you worry about it. I got you covered." 

You didn't correct him. They seemed to be under the impression you had some kind of vampiristic devil fruit power. There wasn't a reason to correct them in your eyes. They could create their own justifications in their head for why you were this way. No one had outright asked you, so it didn't matter that much anyway.

That evening you during dinner, one of the only times you were with everyone together, Sanji delivered a cup of viscous red liquid. You grabbed his wrist as he pulled it back from setting the cup down. There were bandages around his hand. In a flash, you tore the bandages with a nail to reveal a thin red line. "You didn't have to do that." You pressed the flat of your tongue against his palm and let his hand go. "There." The cut on his hand was a healed pink line. 

Chopper was fascinated. "How did you do that?!" He made a mental note to examine the properties of your saliva later.

"Just can." You shrugged. While Sanji was saying something about never washing that hand again, you tried exercising self-control in drinking the blood he provided for you. That failed almost immediately when you chugged it and then stuck your tongue as far down the sides as you could to lick the sides clean. 

Luffy was ecstatic that Nami and Usopp immediately relinquished their plates out of queasiness. 

"Maybe let's not have blood at the table," Nami said, almost apologetically. 

You shrank, feeling like you were in trouble. "Sorry." You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand and excused yourself. 

It was difficult assimilating. You had odd habits and odder tastes. At least now you had some human blood in you. You could already feel a pump from the energy. All you needed was a jumpstart. With that little bit you could grow your wings and locate other food sources. You would have been able to sooner had Luffy not banned you from feeding on the crew. You sat atop the crow's nest, eyes scanning the horizon. The wind tossed the scent of humans close by at your nose. 

You waited until everyone had gone to bed, pulling your mask over your face. Franky had taken it while you were hurt and inspected it, fascinated by the foreign technology. It was an oxygen concentrator. Helpful for when you were at high altitude or deep sea, where the element was somewhat scarce. It also helped give you a performance boost in normal circumstances. 

It felt so good and so freeing after a week of being human-bound for your wings to sprout from your back, erupting from your skin in a black flourish. As soon as the feathers settled into position, you launched yourself to the sky, a few flaps of your wings sending you gliding under the stars. The promise of a good meal had you rocketing towards the smell of humans. For you, a distance of a few miles was well within your hunting range. Your internal compass was impeccable and there was no worry in your mind that you wouldn't find your way back. Plus your green snack had such a hold over you, that you felt like his scent could bring you back from twice as far. In fact, the entire time you fed, you pretended it was him you were draining, for the brief feeling of satisfaction. 

Without a sound, several hours later, your feet touched the deck. A pair of gray eyes watched you, narrowing, wondering where you had gone. 

[decaf-mother]

Hi, can i make a smut request where Rudy being seductively enthralled by a femme fatale reader, please?

I’m not sure if you like the specifics, but if you do, here we go;

1. They both are in a mission to capture Hassan & find the missing missiles.

2. Rudy was captivated and turned on seeing Reader doing training and fighting/slaughtering the enemies

3. He was jealous seeing reader playfully flirt with others (TF141 & Alejandro) and a bit shy to approach reader but decided to ask her out anyway (she says yes).

P/s: please feel free to ignore if you have your own ideas/make any adjustments ☺️ tysm!! 🫶🏻❤️‍🔥

"She's Trouble"

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Rodolfo Parra x F!Reader

Femme Fatale|Y/N

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Warnings: Very Brief Drug Mention, Fluff.

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Oh, how could he ever resist someone like you? He found himself drawn in the moment you two met. It was so obvious too, with the way his gaze lingered on you every chance he got.

The way his jaw would clench whenever you playfully flirted with Alejandro.... He tried to convince himself he shouldn't be jealous. You weren't his. You're out of his league.

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"Y'know..."

Rudy watched as you leaned in closer to a man, he watched the way you so effortlessly enchanted everyone you met, the way you got the guys guard down and slipped drugs into his glass of whiskey and he was none the wiser. He'd be out like a light soon.

He was impressed, horny and jealous. The only one of those feelings he found acceptable was being impressed by you, the other two he certainly tried to fight away.

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It seems no matter how hard he tries, you manage to reel him back in.

"Rudy!"

You chimed in excitedly and your hand lightly brushed against his arm, a wide smile on your features which makes his heart pound faster.

"Yes?"

He internally cursed himself for how meek he sounded, he usually was far more calm and collected than this. You really did a number on him.

"I just missed you. You haven't been around much lately. Are you alright?"

He swallowed the bubbling guilt down like a bitter pill, he didn't mean to make you worry. He simply has been dealing with his feelings, trying to figure out how to tell you... But every single time he loses his confidence.

"I'm fine. Just a bit busy lately."

You furrowed your brows... You didn't believe him. You could tell he was crushing on you but you didn't realize just how bad. You decided not to push the issue though and just nodded.

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"She's trouble."

Alejandro stated the moment he first saw you, the way you walked with such confidence... The sass dripping from you like molten lava, yet at the same time you were kind and dedicated and knew how to pour on the sugar to fool a man with ease.

However, unlike with other men you didn't act as flirty with Rodolfo. He chalked it up to you not being interested but in reality it was because you genuinely care about him.

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His hands were so sweaty and he kept awkwardly wiping his palms on his pants.

"How am I supposed to confess- like this?"

He mumbled as he was considering chickening out for the umpteenth time... However when he spotted you with another man all over you- that green monster inside reared its ugly head. He had to do something about these feelings, he couldn't just keep shoveling dirt on top of them and hoping they'd fade.

Not saying a damn word he walked over, a little hint of murder written in his eyes as he carefully grasped your wrist.

"Rudy- hey wait- where are we going?"

His change in behavior confused you to say the least, him tugging you away from the man. He made eye contact with you, taking a deep breath he finally let it out.

"I like you... A lot. Will you please go out with me?"

Your confused expression turned into that of pure delight, taking both his hands in yours while maintaining the eye contact.

"I thought you'd never ask~"

This made him chuckle slightly, averting his eyes with a goofy little smile.

"Alejandro was right... You're trouble."

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{I changed some things. I hope it turned out alright. Thank you for the request, anon!}

{I just realized it was a smut req I'm so sorry}

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{More Content}

[miggysbabymama]

At Last

the long awaited sequel to "Everyone Adores You (at least I do)" Thank you for your patience.

Summary: You've been waiting long enough to confess to your best friend but does he feel the same way?

TW: mentions of injury and blood.

Word count: 1k

Coming back to the apartment, you felt a sense of loneliness, and heartache. Desperately wishing that Miguel could see your true feelings that lie underneath the surface of your heart. He was the only one you truly desired.

You had distracted yourself with various men in the past as a way to hide yourself from the true feelings which plagued you. You had finally come to the conclusion that you were in love with Miguel, but nothing could bring you to confess. Fortunately for you, his hectic schedule as Spiderman caused you to keep a comfortable distance literally and figuratively.

"I'm to old for this" you spoke quietly to yourself. How long would it take you to confess. You were acting like a middle schooler hiding from your crush and giggling every time you made eye contact.

That is exactly how you felt when you spent time with Miguel. Nothing else mattered. You felt like an idiot for putting off your true feelings for so long but you never felt like there was a right time.

After many sleepless nights you promised yourself that the next meeting with Miguel would result in you telling him how you honestly felt.

The morning of your meetup you could feel there was something off, Miguel hadn't texted to confirm you were meeting up and you just felt strange. You continued getting ready until you heard someone knocking. As you opened the door you saw Miguel standing in front of you leaning against the doorframe. His suit was ripped in various parts while blood was dripping from his arms, side, and face. Tears spring to your eyes as you carefully bring Miguel inside to the couch.

“Who did this to you?” you say, unable to focus. Your hands were shaking as you applied pressure to his wounds.

“Don’t worry about it cariño I got it under control, it’s a few scrapes and some blood, who cares” he replied nonchalantly.

"No, tell me now, I can't handle seeing you like this." you said looking deeply into his eyes. "I care about you Miguel, I know how strong you are and this villain really did a number on you."

Miguel maintains eye contact, his face softening seeing your reaction to his wounds and lacerations. He grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze as you clean up the blood.

"¡Puta madre!" Miguel exclaims not being able to hide his emotions.

"I'm sorry Miggy" you reply trying to finish dressing his wounds quickly. Once Miguel is patched up you bring him a glass of water and some aspirin. In the back of your mind is the promise you had made to yourself, you silently curse yourself.

"Are you seriously ok?" you ask, "stay as long as you need to, whatever you need, I'm here." you say, reaching out to hold Miguel's hand.

"Si mi muñeca, I'm ok, I'm definitely better since I am here with you." he replies, "I apologize for showing up without letting you know first, there was no where else I could go with the amount of injuries I had." he continues. He looks ashamed for showing up unannounced but that is the last thing on your mind. "I knew I would be safe here." he finished.

Be safe? Here? His words register in your head as you realize that he considers you to be a safe haven. He trusts you, and you trust him.

"I'm glad you decided to come here, don't feel bad, were you afraid I would be mad?" you tell him, holding his face in your hands, your thumb brushing over his cheek.

He holds your wrist, "I was actually worried about something more serious than this." He laughs sheepishly gesturing to his injuries.

"How could you be worried about something more serious than being hurt?" you ask, trying to decipher what Miguel was trying to say.

"Um, to be honest with you, (y/n) there is something that I've been wanting to tell you for a while, I've just been acting like an idiot." Miguel says, looking downward. You rub his back, urging him to continue.

"The truth is (y/n) I'm in love with you, I have been for as long as I can remember. I thought by staying friends, those romantic feelings would stop but to be honest it only made them worse. After seeing you with so many guys I started devoting more time to my work, as a way to take my mind off you. Truth be told, I never stopped thinking of you, my heart is full of you, my whole world is you" He says, gazing at you with a look so full of love and devotion.

You catch yourself staring wide-eyed and slack jawed. Unable to reply, for the first time in a while you are at a loss for words.

"You ok (y/n)? What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Miguel says in a lighthearted tone. "Any confessions you'd like you make?" he says nudging you gently.

Your body is still in shock, did the Miguel O'Hara just confess his undying love for you??? As you try to grapple with the news you just heard, you also try to form your response.

"Miguel" you begin, eyes welling with tears, unable to speak without sobbing into his arms.

"Querida, what's the matter? Don't you love me too? Isn't that why you're crying." Miguel says, speaking softly into your ear. His embrace becomes tighter the harder you cry.

You nod, "Yes Miguel, I love you too," you start, "I feel like such a fool for making you believe that I didn't feel the same" Miguel rubs this thumb catching the countless tears on your face." Do you even know how badly I've wanted to tell you how I felt. I always thought my feelings towards you were one-sided, imagine my surprise seeing you at my door all bloody and disheveled confessing your love for me." you say, your eyes moving from Miguel's eyes to his lips.

He shushes you, giving you a kiss on the forehead, "Don't worry about the past, mi corazón, neither of us confessed until now." he adds, "so wouldn't you say we're both in the wrong?" You laugh, still in awe of being the object of Miguel's affection.

As if he's reading your mind, Miguel brings your face close to his and kisses you, his lips taste so sweet and you begin to wonder how is it that you've gone this long without them.

[minkkumaz]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME LEAVE

this news made your world go silent, filled with an immense amount of mixed feelings. and no matter how much you want to make it work, an industry like that made it feel impossible. THE DAY I MET YOU series

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 1.0k TAGS adults dni. angst. the 'bad' ending. TAGLIST @woon2u @lumixen @woonhakist @jungwoning @yumicherryii OMI NOTE this is the second ending out of the two! i'm very happy to get this series over with so i hope everyone enjoys hehe.

in that moment, the world around you went quiet. the sound of your unsteady breaths were the only thing you could hear. warmth overtook you, tears threatening to drop past your waterline as you look at the boy in front of you.

these words ran through your head at an unforgivable pace, feeling trapped in the heat of your own body. with no other choice but to stare blankly at the boy in front of you, he was yet to make proper eye contact. 

his bottom lip quivered, biting back the idea of breaking down in front of you. guilt chewed its way through his heart, his head, yet there was a sense of relief underlying it all. and while it ate away at him, it was killing you.

“woonhak please tell me you’re joking i– i can’t lose you.” you stammer, vocalizing the wave of feelings that washed over you.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i would’ve told you sooner but it got so complicated i–” 

“then– then why didn’t you tell me, instead of waiting the night before you had to leave?!” you question him, choking out. there was a hint of anger tangled in your words.

“i was so scared how you’d react. fuck i don’t know.” he exhaled, throwing his head back in an attempt not to cry.

“you know i’m so proud of you woon, if anyone knows how passionate you are about this, i do…” you pause, “but it didn’t even feel like you were my boyfriend for the past few weeks, is that what it took to hide it from me? pretending like i didn’t even exist?’

“it wasn’t my intention to hurt you, y/n. i love you more than anything… you don’t think i thought about us every single day? about how maybe we could work this out?” he runs a hand through his hair, finally looking at you.

when he finally saw you, your whole body was trembling, tears staining your soft cheeks. your fists were balled up tightly at your sides, crescent moons forming into your skin underneath. this was when he realized how badly he broke you.

“we could’ve talked about it together woon. and while i was thinking i did something to hurt you, instead you were planning to move to a completely different country.” you sob, covering your mouth with the back of your hand.

woonhak approached you, embracing your shaky figure in a hug that you hadn’t felt in some time. you returned the action, crumpling the back of his shirt in your hands. the scent of his worn out cologne swarmed your senses, making everything a lot harder. 

this lasted awhile, the sound of your muffled sobs into his shoulder making his heart ache. 

“you know how in love with you i am right? i don’t regret any moment we’ve spent together.” he mumbled, rubbing your back lovingly. “but it’s going to be really fucking hard to maintain this, especially with how hard the idol industry is.”

“then what does that mean for us?” you sniffled, lifting your face away from his shirt to look at him with your glossy eyes.

“i want nothing more than to believe it will work, but i don’t want to see you hurting if it get’s too much.”

“but i want to be with you,” you whispered, voice trembling, “i’ll wait for you woonhak. i want to be apart of your life so bad even if it’s from a distance...”

“i can’t do that to you, y/n. you deserve so much love, and i don’t know if i’ll be able to give it to you in these circumstances.” he frowns, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“woon i–”

“i need you to promise me you’ll find someone who can give you what i can’t right now. promise you’ll let yourself be happy regardless of what happens, and that you won’t hold back because of me.” his voice was laced with concern.

“please don’t give up on us.” you cry, letting his fingertips wipe your tears away.

“if you love me, you have to let me go.” his expression begins to mimic yours, droplets falling under his eyes.

“but i can’t.” you respond, saddened by seeing him cry.

“i know you can. if everything lines up in the future, we can always try again.” woonhak smiles sadly, bringing your face closer to his in a tender kiss.

his lips were cold from the deep of the night, yet molding against the warmth of yours intimately. there was a sense of longing, like you were chasing his lips to keep them to yourself forever. you couldn’t let yourself forget his kiss, embracing it in a way that it could be engraved against your skin.

despite this, it couldn’t last forever. when the two of you pulled away, everything became quite clear. all the time you’ve lost in the past week made you think about how extremely stupid he was. a stupid boy, that was stupidly yours. and while you didn’t want to admit it, this would probably be your final moment together for a really long time. 

your eyes dug into his skull, afraid of letting him out of your sight. leftover tears made the sight blurry, so you quickly blinked them away to see him better. and even though every aspect of this scene was sad, he never lost his smile.

“you’ve always been so pretty under the moonlight, i still remember admiring you the night of the party; when we told eachother goodnight.”

“god you’re making this so much more difficult if you keep saying stuff like that.” you furrow your eyebrows.

“i can’t help that every single little thing we’ve done together is replaying in my head right now.” he noted, rubbing circles into your hand.

“just don’t forget about me woon. i’ll always be here waiting for you.” 

“i could never forget my first love, and every single time i got to call her mine.”

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THE DAY I MET YOU series

[bugmomwrites]

Strangeness and Charm

(A Leorio x Fem!Autistic!Reader College AU)

Leorio is thrilled to be returning to college in the fall after a trip with his friends to York New, and pleasantly surprised to meet a new pretty face in his classes. Unfortunately for him, you also exist.

Or, it's a wonderful day on the campus, and you are a horrible student.

A/N: This is how I'm coping with chemistry class guys. A neat little story by an autistic girlie for the autistic girlies. It's pretty bare bones and it started as a joke with @bwabys-scenarios. Worth noting I was zooted out of my mind when I began composing the earliest draft, so if you were hoping for the next Odyessy, look elsewhere because I'm writing solely for my own enjoyment and nothing is sacred. If you want to be added to the tag list please let me know, it will give me an extra dopamine molecule to survive the day.

That said, enjoy the ride.

Chapter I: Water & Oil

‘401, 402, 403- Here it is. Why am I just finding out this morning they moved the class to the fourth floor?’

Leorio sighed, glancing at his schedule one last time to confirm that he was, in fact, in the correct place before carefully pushing the door open and marching into his Advanced Chemistry class. It was bad enough showing up about ten minutes late after having missed syllabus week due to a trip, but now it was going to be even more difficult to find a seat. He groaned internally at this, realizing that with the new fall semester the place would be fuller than usual, especially with fresh high school graduates.

‘Of course the place is crawling with freshmen’, he thought to himself. Giving a polite wave to the professor who nodded stiffly before returning to introductions, he turned his attention back to the lecture hall seating, his eyes desperately roving over the sea of people on the risers. There were a few empty ones in front, but when he went to set his books down he was met with a few stinkeyes and a passive aggressive “pack it up Buddy the elf!” Putting his hands up in surrender, Leorio picked up his briefcase again and resumed his search. 

Trying to make one’s way up a flight of bleachers at a game is hard enough, but add in being well over six feet tall, noisy, horrendously awkward, and the last one to show up, of course hundreds of eyes would be burning into you. Leorio wasn’t a stranger to attracting attention when he went out, but damn it can’t a guy just exist in peace?!

Not wanting to be any more disruptive than he already had been, Leorio made his way up, gingerly stepping over limbs and muttering apologies as he found two seats close to the back, opting for the one with more legroom. Finally able to sit after nearly missing his bus, arriving at the wrong building, and sprinting over here only to cause a scene, he felt his blood pressure drop back to normal. Sure, he could feel sweat on his back, but his suit jacket was dark enough to hide what could have been an embarrassing patch.

He must not have been as composed as he tried to convince himself he was, because he was still in a daze when one of the many freshman dug into her bag and held up a metal water bottle as big as his head. He had always heard that eye contact was good when meeting a new person, but was it possible for a person to maintain too much of it? Baggy eyes with thick lashes and circles to match stared into him, as if studying him under a microscope, and he felt himself shrinking into himself despite towering over her. Another moment of loaded silence fell over them before she shook the bottle, the subdued clattering of ice inside bringing him back to earth. He hesitantly thanks her, carefully lifting the heavy object with both hands before unscrewing the top to take a grateful swig.

‘Maybe they’re not all bad. Sure, they’re a little arrogant, but they haven’t been adults for very long either. Besides, I’m only 19, it’s not like I’m much b-’

His eyes shot wide open when he finally registered the familiar burn of a stiff drink on his tongue. And not just some flimsy cocktail either- this was some prohibition-level strength in that bottle! 

Trying frantically to spit it back into the strawless mouth of the lid, he coughed up as much as he possibly could. The girl looked up from the chicken scratch on her binder when he set the bottle back down on the table between them with a dull thud. She had the audacity to raise an eyebrow at him, seemingly indifferent to his plight before shrugging and chugging an alarming amount of booze and backwash at 9am.

Leorio looked on, horrified and making a mental note to avoid her like the plague this coming semester. He had already made enough of a scene today, so he sat uncomfortably in her proximity as the professor droned on about the syllabus, covering the last page of information that was missed on Friday due to time constraints. Nothing seemed to change from last year except for the location, and a few other topics that he had already grown familiar with in the standard level class last semester. As the talking faded into white noise he found himself thinking of how to give this girl a piece of his mind as soon as the bell rung.

“And I hope you’re all comfortable where you are now, because the people at your table will be your lab partner for this week’s assignment! Now that everyone knows what’s to be expected in this class, let’s take some time now to get to know our seatmates better.”

His head swivled around like a deer in the headlights, eyes darting to the professor, to Moonshine Girl, to just behind Moonshine Girl where another woman sat eating some fruit from a tupperware bowl. She appeared to be a little bit older, taller, and much more composed than her slovenly counterpart. Manicured nails pushed a lock of platinum blonde hair out of her face as she gave Leorio a blinding smile, and everything about her screamed perfection. To her left, in between the two of them, Moonshine Girl was currently squeezing a ziploc baggie of soggy fruity pebbles out of a snipped corner and into her gaping maw.

“Sooo my name is Emily, I’m looking forward to working with y”-

“What the hell did you just give me?! I know it wasn’t water in that bottle! You have a lot of explaining to do missy. I don’t know what possessed you to think bringing that was o”-

“Hey, HEY dude calm down. It was an honest mistake.” Moonshine Girl sat up in her chair after leaning back on the legs a little. She shamefully took the bottle out, unscrewing the entire lid and showing them the contents. It was moonshine, all right- and there were little plastic stars filled with water. Reusable ice cubes.

“It was a Labor Day weekend project, I have a few of these giant bottles. I probably should have labeled them better instead of just throwing everything on my countertop.” Well, if Leorio was angry before, he was furious now. He opened his mouth, about to go on a tirade when Emily quietly asked to hold it. Moonshine Girl obliged, passing the container over. Hoping Emily would take it and dump it on the way out of class, Leorio leaned back into his seat when Emily took a sip herself, setting it down with a thumbs up.

“Oh yeah, no that’s definitely not water. It’s not too bad though, maybe you can show me how to make it at some point?”

Leorio watches the exchange, flabbergasted. Moonshine Girl nods excitedly, twisting the lid back on and tucking it back in her bag. “That sounds fun! Oh, right, my name is (name).”

Leorio files the information in his brain away for later, deciding to play nice until the end of class when he could quietly report the incident.

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“Alright, if we’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other this semester, maybe we should exchange contact info?”, (name) suggested, opening up the contacts app on her phone. Emily's face lit up, popping her phone number in, and then asked (name) to follow up with a quick text to make sure it worked. Sure enough, her phone pinged and Emily sent a little message back.

‘Hey! It’s Emily from chem <3’

Satisfied with the result, Emily goes to put her phone away when Leorio stops her. “Hey wait a minute why can’t I get a pretty girl’s number?!” 

Emily’s smile fades a little, cringing at the blatant flirting attempt before reluctantly punching in her digits. “Don’t forget (name)”, she reminds him, and he sighs. A few taps later, he hits the create contact button and slides the phone across the table when (name) pipes up.

“Wait hang on, I need to test it.” Fuck.

(Name) composes a little message, and almost immediately is greeted with an automated text message reading ‘Thank you for signing up for dinosaur facts! To hear our fact of the day, send YES. To unsubscribe, send STOP.’

Emily looks up at the man, disappointed. It was a good thing (name) made a habit of testing numbers before labeling the contacts, or she might not have caught it. “Come on man, really?” (Name) grimaced a little awkwardly, trying to lighten things up.

“Hey, it’s not so bad, I happen to like dinosaurs thank you very much.”

“That’s not the point- oh my god. Leorio, give her your real number. (name), I have it if he gives you another fake.” And with that, Emily pulls the contact screen up, the numbers mocking Leorio. He can’t lie his way out of it either- not with the blurry peace sign selfie he set as his photo ID. He grumbles, popping it in and sending a text from there before pulling out his own phone with a new message notification on the home screen.

“There you go. Happy? And quit daydrinking, college is no place for people who aren’t serious about their education.”

He walks out, (name) fuming a little as he picks up his jacket off the chair- the heat from running must have gotten too unbearable- and swinging it over his shoulder with one hand, briefcase in the other. The sweat stain that he thought disappeared was very much still there as he padded towards the door unceremoniously. Emily snapped a quick pic, and texted it to (name).

“There's a fitting contact photo”, (name) glanced at the screen hearing Emily’s words, and chuckled. The massive dark patch on his white shirt was blurry, but still visible to the naked eye. Typing into the first name section of her contacts and adding the photo, she flipped the screen around to show Emily her handiwork.

‘PANGEA’

“Ha! Yeah it does kind of look like the supercontinent.” Emily chuckled to herself, smiling as the two of them left the class. “And he looks to be as old as it too.” While (name) was thrilled to have finally made a friend in college, she prayed to every deity that there was more to this Leorio guy beneath the surface, otherwise, it would be a very long year.

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Taglist:

@bwabys-scenarios

[datastate]

40!! also 16 25 and 34. asking for a friend [also that sequence of numbers is nice to look at]

40: WHO I WISH I COULD BE

hmmm... i wish i was capable of being more social, i suppose. i know a lot of people, and i'd really like to keep consistent contact with all of them so they know how much i think of them. but between many different disabilities affecting me + this transitory period of my life, it does get really difficult to maintain that sadly... i have been trying to work toward this though! and i'm sure once i'm in a more stable place, it'll be just a bit easier on me 🫶

16: I'LL LOVE YOU IF...

well <3 you wouldn't have to worry about that, but in a general sense...

honestly... what i value most in people comes down to authenticity, which often goes in hand with passion. with both friends and with romantic interests, what really draws me in is the impression that they are sincere and driven to accomplish admirable things. naturally, everyone has some pieces of themselves that they keep hidden, but as someone who is similar, i don't think that necessarily negates the genuineness of what they present nor affects its importance. as is always the case, actions speak louder than words; whatever their disposition may be (of cheer, apathy, so on), that awareness of who they are while they still take the time to balance their personal priorities and consideration of others (implicitly shown as part of those priorities, then) is something that will always strike my heart.

25: MY IDEA OF A PERFECT DATE

hrm... i don't usually linger on these sorts of thoughts. but i think for something special, i'd enjoy going to a nice restaurant for dinner so i would have an excuse to dress up all nice and feel pretty. i could eat most anything, even if i have a preference for dishes with rice and with a fair amount of spice, so i wouldn't mind any choice they offer. after eating, it'd be nice to either relax at a park or head back to either their/my place; doubly so if it was raining, because i always find that soothing, though of course that's not within anyone's control... and just converse or play a game or cuddle for the rest of the night i suppose :P

i probably would've also liked to do something earlier that day leading up to the 'date dinner' section, like going to a museum or art gallery or aquarium, but that can also be fairly costly, so i wouldn't mind leaving that for another time. realizing now though, that it is a little funny that even in my idea of a 'perfect date' there are still some things i'll be lenient on, but. i don't know aehaha... i'd feel a bit bad putting up expectations on the other person. i'd probably be content as long as i get to spend time with them.

34: WHAT I FIND ATTRACTIVE IN WOMEN

aesthetically, there is. very little that i'd consider unattractive in women, though i don't usually put much stock in it (i mean, gestures, online friends and all; we don't typically see each other's physical appearances. and this is the sort of attitude i usually carry in-person too.)

so, well... i'd have to refer back to my answer on 16. and this isn't the sort of thing i'd be able to tell on appearance alone; it usually takes repeated exposure, though there have been people who do speak and i instantly have that 'oh, how lucky i must be to have met you' realization, however briefly the interaction might be. i'm not always so confident as to reach out to every one of them, though as i said above as well, this is also something i've been trying to rectify.

beyond that though, i suppose i am usually endeared mostly when i see. either the way that they help me/other people, or what makes them laugh. i find both of these really sweet and indicative of their character on the whole, especially if it's an interesting contrast to the typical way they carry themselves (i am not immune to a tall emo girl offering to get a library book for me because they see i have a cane. that was very, very sweet...); i don't really know though... it really is rare that i experience attraction and not simply infatuation. i think the last time i really felt the former was several years ago now, though you'd know that.

[atvace]

Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 8: Easier Done than Said

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You silently jumped down from the tall gates and prowled your way near the building. Seeing a half opened window, you slid it open silently and rolled yourself inside. "Shadow 0-1, this is Dior 141 speaking. Building infiltration begins now." You took out your knife that Ghost gave you. "Dior 141, Shadow 0-1 speaking, Continue mission accordingly. stay silently alert, there are guards in night shifts." He said before tuning off.

"Solid copy, let's show these bitches how it's done." You smirked and glide your way to the hallway of the base. peeking one eye out, you saw a guard walking in front of you with their back facing you. "Visuals on a hater." You sneaked up at him, muffled their mouth and slashed their throat. "One down." You dragged their body to the room where you first entered- or break in.

"Message from the bad bitch." you strangled another guy to death.

"141, Sit your ass down!" you stabbed someone's throat from behind.

"Kill streak boo! I'm the alpha the omega everything in between." You teabagged another dead guard on the ground with a puddle of their own blood.

You paused as per hearing the radio buzz in the earpiece, "Price speaking from 6-7 to Dior, I am genuinely concerned with your kill confirm callouts." Price's comment made you roll your eyes. "Your concern-" You stroked another guard to death again. "is my relieve, Captain. five down, visuals on indoor security room." you breathed out, looking down at the dimming light from a specific room below you.

From the second floor, you gripped the railing before jumping down hanging your weight over before you can confirm the whole first floor is clear. after checking corners a few times, you decided to let go and landed with a soft thud.

"Shadow 3-4 this is Dior Speaking, the main entrance and indoor security is clear." You rotated your radio and began walking towards the huge door in front of you. "Say again, Dior?" a faint man's voice lingered again in your earpiece. "I said-" a soft creaking noise is heard from your right side. "Fuck, cancel-" you inhaled sharply at the sudden click of an open door.

you quickly jump back and rolled behind a pillar. taking a peeking risk, you saw someone. the guard seemed to be on his phone and you can see him in a video call with a little kid. you don't understand Arabic but you could tell that the little kid on the tiny screen was probably his kid.

watching closely from behind the pillar, you felt slight jealously scrubbing into your mind. comparing a terrorist guard and your civilian dad, you wished he would do that to you. hell, you would pay any amount of money just to feel loved.

your heart aches as you took out your compound then aim the sharp arrow to his head. he seemed to notice a slight tense atmosphere around him and cautiously looking around. as you descended from the dark revealing yourself, he finally saw you with parted mouth. the two of you locked eye contact with wroughted up emotion.

You hesitated to shoot, and so does he. he spoke something in Arabic to his phone still maintaining eye contact with you. The sound of the kid cheering could be heard from his phone. "I love you," he said to his phone before turning it off. You sharply glared at him, stretching your arrow tighter.

he places his hand above his head in defeat, "Go on, do what you have to do. I've said my goodbye." he said in a raspy voice with a hint of Arabic accent. You swallowed your saliva, realizing he's just a citizen who worked under a terrorist for his family. you never felt this way before, you suddenly had a wave of empathy washes over you. it felt so wrong but it's simply your duty. he could've draw out his gun in his hips if we wanted to, but he didn't.

"Why don't you fight me?" You knitted your eyebrow, locking your aim right through his head. "You look young, I am not. I have lived my life, My time has come." He said with a desperate voice. You have no idea why would you be talking to a hostile person at this point, you don't know what's making you holding back but before you could say anything, you saw a bullet crashing his head.

"Dior, what the fuck was that? move!" Ghost jumped down from the window across you, opening the main gate and letting the rest of the shadows invade. Soap and Ghost ran towards you but the mohawk entered the room by your side.

"Hesitated for a fuckin terrorist, you're out of your mind, sergeant?!" he shouted at you whilst drawing back your compound. "Lt I-" "Enough bullshit! Soap!?" Ghost tilts his head to the security room. "3rd Floor, turn right, at the end of the hallway," Soap exclaimed from the inside. "Roger. This is Ghost speaking, Soap confirmed hostage's location." He said yelling at his radio. "Let's fuckin get 'em." Graves clucked his shotgun.

You were hazed for a few moment but you found yourself running behind Ghost and Graves anyways. there was a few guards coming down from the stairs but you shot them with your arrows through their heads before Ghost and Graves drew out their guns. "Dior, save your energy. we'll cover your back and you make the run, yeah?" Ghost threw a knife toward another guard while giving orders. "Solid copy, Lt." You place your bow to your back with the magnetic field.

You jumped over a few dead bodies with your heels, making the run towards the room that Soap claimed to be the hostage's place. upon arriving at the door, Graves and Ghost are still behind shooting down the few remaining guards. you got on your radio to get in contact with Captain Price.

"Dior speaking with Commander and Lt holding. visual on hostage's room, waiting for objectives, over." your heart beats rapidly waiting for an answer. "Dior, this is Price from outside. open or break the window from the inside so I can zip my way up to you, get the hostage out alive. 10-4" You took out the Mini Uzi Graves gave you clucking it quickly, and tuned to the radio.

"All stations, this is Dior engaging hostage in three..." The sound of guns shooting from the distance mutes your ear "..two.." you glided your ankle to the ground getting ready to kick down the door. "One!"

as you ravaged the door frame, you accidentally kicked a guard unconscious at the same time. you aimed your gun side by side to make sure there are nobody inside but darkness. with the mini uzi, you shot the limping guard in the stomach just in case. "Six!"

you saw an unconscious girl tied to a chair but her chest is still raising. sighing in relief, you clock into your radio one more time. "All stations, I got eyes on hos- g̷̳͒r̵͔̍A̸͚͛G̸͕͐H̶͖̊ " You feel your body thrown across the room breaking the window with your back. "...welp, at least the window's opened." you muttered and grunted in pain.

Your eyes widened at fucking large-ass Iranian guy that is three times taller as you breathing heavily, you swore you saw clouds coming out of his nose like a bull seeing red. You were frozen in shock trying to register what are you seeing.

"Dior, I saw the glass broke from the inside, give me a situation report." Price's voice buzzed into your radio. the Hulk walked towards you with heavy footsteps, you gained your thoughts twisting the radio rapidly. "Theres a fucking Hulk!" You screamed and hold on the window frame for life because your back is exposed from outside. you could fall for your death. with quick reflex, you took out your knife and threw it his stomach, thinking it'll kill him. (which was stupid)

he groaned in pain and grabbed you by the jaw. the palm of his hands is so big you nearly saw your mother. he wrapped his finger around your neck and jaw, squeezing the life out of you. you choked in pain and felt the air stuck between your mouth and lungs.

You dropped the mini uzi and held both of your hands to his wrist whilst he brought you against the window, pushing your whole body outside with his hand hanging your neck like a dead dangling goose. You managed to get the tip of your heels sticking inside so you wont fall completely. You could hear multiple people screaming your callsign from below your feet, followed by tears forming in the corner of your eyes. you could feel your face turning blue.

'Is this really how I'm gonna fuckin die, bruh. this is stupid' You choked your last breath before your eyes turned firefly.

You heard a gunshot from behind the Hulk and another gunshot from your back, seeing the humongous bigfoot thats choking you had a hole in his forehead. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you feel yourself falling forward back to the room. you had your whole lower body dangling outside but your stomach and head inside. you probably accidently flashed everyone outside with your ass but you managed to crawl inside with all thats left in you.

You look up with your arm holding your whole weight just to see Ghost with his rifle freshly shot a bullet towards the brute. it seems like an overwatch has shot the brute from behind you and he shot another bullet to make sure. you weakly dropped to the ground, rolling away from the dead hulk that just choked you. Ghost got on his knees to check on you but you drew your revolver freezing him in place.

"Dior." He coldly warned you, holding his palm up trying to tell you to stop. "...Friendly fire is strictly forbidden." your high-pitched wheeze made you cough, he was frozen. you aimed your revolver right at his head, you could see his eyes widened when your trembling arms tried to pull the trigger. he could've detained you from killing him but hes hesitating.

'BANG'

you pulled your trigger on him, your revolver falls from the grasp of your hand before you collapsed completely. Ghost paused for a few moments trying to think if you killed him or not. but a loud thud from his back is heard as turns out you killed a guard that tried to kill Ghost from behind.

he watched all the bodies in front of him drawing fresh pool of blood with a metal scent. You, the brute, and the last guard down. he got to his radio buzzing it on, "All shadows this is Ghost speaking, I need immediate backup in the 3rd floor, right, end of the hallway. over!" You sighed for the last time to the ground as you lay down there with your eyes close. you heard multiple footsteps surrounding you.

you could hear a few muttering and mumblings of the shadows around you and the sound of a zipline from the window. you heard someone buzzing into the radio confirming the hostage is safe and medic backup is needed quickly. but afterward, you felt something nudging your sides and foot, there were a few sighs heard after that.

"Sergeant Dior, K.I.A."

"ASSIGNED F.B.I." You shouted and wheezed oxygen down to your squashed lungs, scaring the shadows that spoke.

___〆(・∀・)

Medics were called because the teams aren't allowed to retreat before the whole building are stated safe, you sat in one of the back of the ambulance leaning your head to the door. in the distance, you see Price walking towards you.

"I saw you dangling up there, we thought we lost you." Price sat beside you and rubbed your back comfortingly. "Yeah, a fuckin brute wanna cook foei gras out of a swan." You frowned at the memory. "I think you look like a goose, Dior." Price chuckled at you.

a nurse inside the ambulance covered you with an orange blanket and left. Price covered your fronts with it and patted your head. you huffed in annoyance, "Why have I got this blanket, they keep putting this blanket on me." "Yeah, it's a shock blanket, you're in shock, Dior." He puts a strand of your hair behind your ears before sitting next to you again. "But I'm completely fine? I got six killstreak." "Dior, you were strangled in the neck from 3 stories high up by a Hulk." Price reassured.

There was a slight pause between the two of you. Price and you were watching other people taking notes, talking, and going in and out of the building on the deserted island. It was crazy that the operation actually went well. you were right, the kidnapping and the phone call weren't so much important for them. It was just a threat.

"I heard you hesitated in there," you turned to Price's question and flinched. "...Your heard nothing, ignore that." Price knitted his eyebrow and faced you. "what?" "Ignore that. Nothing happened, I-" You got up and he grasped your arm. "Dior, talk to me. I understand about...feelings and decency, the thought of killing-" You pulled your arm away slowly, "what now? Captain, Theres nothing happened back there. whatever you were told, that's just your imagination. I'm in shock. look, I've got a blanket." Your remarks concerned Price.

He looks at you straight in the eyes as his ':<' expressions from his mustach...sort of melted your heart. You faltered for a moment and sighed in defeat, heading back to sitting in the back of the ambulance with his hands rubbing your back. "He got out of the security room when I was trying to open the main gate, just like the plan. it went well, captain." You received a hum from Price. "But when he got out, he was..in a video call. with...I don't know, his daughter? So I just aimed my arrow at his head and watch him closely." your sturdy voice softens.

"You felt sorrow?" He asked in a comforting home, "A little. poor kid doesn't know his dad works for a terrorist." Your face slightly drops in sadness. "It's okay, Dior. that's our job, stopping war. so innocent people won't have to kill each other under a corrupted command." He lets you lay your head on his shoulder. "For the first time in my life, I felt empathy." you closed your eyes. "but, I'm mad that Ghost took my kill though." You muttered.

"Captain Price," a shadow went up to the two of you, you had one eye open. "Commander Graves would like to speak to you." Price exchanged looks with you before replying. "Where to?" The shadow talked to his radio for a moment. "North, black truck." He saluted and left. "We should get going." Price shrugged his shoulder. you followed him from behind with your shock blanket. upon arrival, Price knocked at the dark-tinted car window and Graves opened the door from the inside. "We found something, capt." Graves let Price in but frowned when you were about to enter.

"Oh, no no no, men only. You're dismissed." Graves tried to close the door but you overpowered him as your knee holds the door open. "You let me in, or I will throw this thing inside your car and lock it from the outside, yeah?" You threatened him while hinting the grenade in your vest. "Now, now, Graves. I think Dior can come in because she's the reason this mission went smoother than expected." Price said in a reassuring tone. "Fine, get in." Graves defeatedly said. you walked to the other side of the car, open the door, got in, and squashed Graves against Price making him yelp.

as you sat with your legs crossed, he glared at you and then took out his phablet. "Long story short, they are backed up by a cartel in-" "Graves." Your ears perked up as you heard the familiar voice over the radio. "Laswell?" You smiled at the radio in the rear of the car. "Hi sweetie, I heard you signed your name already, Dior was it? how creative, my love." she cooed from the radio. clearly softens after she heard your voice. you squeeled in excitement.

"Okay, what's the deal, Laswell?" Price gestured you to be serious, so does Laswell's tone from the radio. "We've got a bigger problem. the kidnapping was a distraction. the real threat is they're on the missiles." The three of you looked at each other. "How did they got those stuff from?" Graves shooted a question that you thought only he and Laswell knows the detail.

"Possibly from the Russians." Laswell's voice buzzed against the radio. "Do you think they're making a come-" "Not now, Dior. Where do you think are they now?" Graves cuts you off and this sparks grudges to you.

"You don't speak like that to my children, Graves." You crossed your arms to your chest as Laswell warned Graves. He sighed in defeat. "Aside from Hassan, there's only one person who knows where to find them." she continued.

"Whom?" Price rotated his radio.

There was a silence hitting the atmosphere. Laswell's sigh is heard through the radio, "Dior, sweetie. could you give us a space, my love?" You huffed your cheeks and tapped your finger on your knee a few times.

"Laswell, I defeated your little task force in a deathmatch training and I killed about ... 6 people in this mission. I deserve ice cream. not a stupid shock blanket." You said opening the door and exposing your foot to the ground. "I'm always proud of you, Dior. ever since you joined the FBI, you are a talented gifted girl." Laswell's voice on the radio made you smile.

without saying a word, you got off the car, threw your blanket at Graves and slammed the door close, receiving a yelp from Graves inside. you searched for your team forces, wanting to chat with them. You noticed a few ambulances and cars had left, there were only the upper-ups. Two familiar men waved at you. excitedly, you walked up to them. "Dior." "Soap." You both high-fived. "Heard you were choked," Gaz rested his hand on your shoulder. "I'm fine, thanks to Ghost." You smiled.

"That looks nasty." Soap pointed at your bruised neck. "Is it?" you softly run your fingertips around your neck, it still hurts. "You're fine, Dior." the three of you looked back to see Ghost walking towards them untouched. "Pretty much, Lt..." You said rubbing your nape. "So.." Gaz cooed, "So?" Soap replied. "It's not over, is it?" Ghost and the other two turned to you.

you look dumbfounded. "I uh... I wasn't allowed to hear the combat aftermath for some reason," You pointed at Grave's truck. "Price and Graves are talking to Laswell there."

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Inside the car, Graves and Price were taking orders from Shepherd and Laswell. "Yes general. we'll send a few Shadows, Lt Ghost, Sergeant Soap, and Sergeant Dior to Mexico." Graves cracked his knuckles as Price wrote down some notes. "Gaz and I can go find the intels in Europe. Just contact the Mexican Special Forces." Price closes his small notebook. "Rog, signing off." Laswell and Shepherd disconnects from the call.

"I hope this goes well like today." Price tilts his head to Graves. with confidence, the blonde man looked at Price "We'll get the missile easy and...goodness lord, Price. what the fuck is wrong with your kids. MY WINDOW!" Grave's determination drops when he saw you, Soap, and Gaz pressing each other's face to the car window behind Price. the glass fogs and moistured from the breathing you, Soap and Gaz pressed into.

Price turned around in shock after seeing creatures looking through him.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"We're going to Mexico! Woohooo!" You threw your last duffle bag into the combat boeing plane. you walk out of the plane to say goodbye to Price and Gaz. "So, we're seeing each other in about..?" You place your hand to your hips. Price patted your head and smiled "six-to-nine days." Your jaw drops and repeated what Price said, "SIXTY NINE DAYS?!"

Ghost walked up to your side and shook hands with Price whom smiled at your reply, "See you on the other side, Captain." Price smiled and turned to Soap that stood beside him. "We'll be back in one piece, like last time, yeah?" Soap fist-bumped Price's shoulder.

"Take care of the kid for me, Lads. she's both of your responsibility." Price pointed at the two of the men now beside you. "I can be on my own." You held your head high. "Listen to your Lt, Dior." Price ruffled your hair. "Take care, yeah guys?" Gaz shows up to Price's side. "Gaz!" You fist-bumped him. "Alright then, we're off." Ghost flicked the back of your head with his finger.

you jumped your way back to the plane, waving goodbye at Price and Gaz. The plane closes its ass (idk plane anatomy). and as the three of the task forces sat and wait, the plane took off after a few moments.

two hours went by, the three of you were resting in ease. you were sharing earphones with Soap as Ghost was watching the two of you across. Your knees were touching with Soap's, you leaned your forehead slightly close to his shoulder, and his foot was tapping to the beat of the music.

"What's this one called?" he opened one eye to see you, "Tame Impala." you softly said. "Ooh... I see, I like it." He smiled between his words closing his eyes, enjoying the moment you shared with him. Ghost was just staring right into your soul without saying a word. You moved your head to see him, which made Soap startled.

"Would you like-" "No." His solid rejection made you knit your eyebrow. "Then I expect you not to stare anymore, Lieutenant." He gazed at you again, "Don't call me that." You raised an eyebrow, "So I should call you Casper again, no?"

He grunted in annoyance and got up, walking towards the back. you looked over your shoulder and unplugged your earphone and got up. Soap's head falls to your seat since he had nothing to lean on when he's sleeping. "Casper, where you going?" You approached Ghost. he remained silent, watching the skies from the small window, "Hey, don't ignore me." You got to his side.

He watches you with the corner of his eyes and your frown was mixed with indistinction. "What is wrong with you? Are you mad because they don't have a window near the seats?" you knitted your eyebrow together. "What's wrong with you." He walked up to you, you were startled at this gesture, and you walked backward. "What- wrong, what's wrong with me, what do you mean?" You look up at him trying to fight the concern out of yourself.

"Why did you hesitate to kill that security guard?" He rested his hand on the plane wall behind you which made you realise that you are now caged by him. "Well, I, he was-" "He was what?" His chest was inches away from your face.

Now you're having flashbacks about that one damn night with Keegan. "You fuckin look at me when we're talking, yeah?" He grabs you by the chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Hesitated over a terrorist, that ain't FBI shit." He looks down at you, shifting his thumb to your cheek and then your lower lip. "That stunt you pulled on me earlier... was that to impress me, hm? tryna make me think you want to kill me so bad."

You whimpered at his touch and turbulence happened for a few seconds, it made you grasp his chest as he held your waist around and towered over you. he placed one knee in between your legs which made your breath hitched. "So sensitive under my touch, huh?" he presses his body to you, "Is this what you feel to Keegan last time, Sergeant?"

With one knee between your leg roughly edging you, his thumb now pressing against your tounge and his other hand choking your neck, he leaned to your ear and whispered, "don't wanna get too loud, yeah? can't get your little boy-friend to wake up and see you like this under my touch." You let out a soft coughed moan to his chest.

Satisfied with the lemon he gave you, he ripped himself out and left you weak by the plane wall. "Flush that empathy down the drain." He flicked your forehead and walked towards his seat.

[bluffempire]

please elaborate more on your grace chastity ocd hc :)

hi anon, thanks for the ask!

this will be a doozy. i know i said i wouldn't write an essay but apparently i lied. i will be talking about religion, ocd, death (murder), and sexual thoughts, so proceed with caution. while i can offer some personal insight, i am not an expert, just a psych student with too much time on her hands!

one thing that sticks out to me is the pattern of grace's behaviors and how they are rewarded. this is the main thesis of fencecollapsed's video about her, and i highly recommend checking them and that video out. grace follows her moral code, and ends up "saving the day".

we see this in abstinence camp, where she maintains her chastity throughout the video, and ends up being able to save pete&steph & camp because of it. her ritualistic behavior, ie. maintaining her chastity, is reinforced by doing good in her eyes. an example that comes to mind is grace and wearing a bathing suit at all times. if she wears the bathing suit, she will stay pure, and god won't punish her. she keeps engaging in that behavior because it works, it alleviates her anxiety, and it becomes an obsession.

in npmd, there is more of a focus on religious ocd. when grace is confronted by the cops because of what happened to max, she panics. she doesn't know whether she did what god told / wanted her to do. she has this moment of cognitive dissonance, where she realized she acted on an intrusive thought (killing max), but she believed she was doing a good thing (ridding the world of a sexual bully). so, she doubles down. she settles for killing max one more time in order to maintain her previous obsession - that max is better off dead because it will better the world, and save pete&steph in the process. once the deal with the lords in black has been made, she is fine doing one bad thing to do god's (her) original plan correctly. when we grace move onto the next victim, she is driven to murder, like a compulsion. her obsession of making the world pure was rewarded when she saved the world by killing max, so doing it again is the only way to feel at ease, as resisting compulsions can be difficult.

i have intrusive thoughts, and grace canonically gets them too. while intrusive thoughts aren't explicitly caused by ocd, it can be a component. grace repeatedly has unwanted sexual thoughts in npmd. max makes advances towards her, she hates it, but she can't get the sexual images and thoughts out of her head. she is disgusted with herself, not knowing why she thinks and feels that way. this ruminates into her killing max, because it's the only way she can "fix" her thoughts.

in conclusion, i believe grace chasity could have ocd. she shows ritualistic behaviors through always wearing bathing suits, has obsessions about purity and has various compulsive acts to get rid of that fact, and has sexual intrusive thoughts. all of these symptoms do somewhat point to ocd. this is just a headcanon, and i want to say that having these traits does not mean you have ocd. please contact a medical professional if something strongly resonates with you. for the national suicide and crisis hotline in the united states, call 988. take care of yourself <3

i'm going to cite sources now. can't take the researcher outta the girl. i recommend reading them for further insight!

grace chasity & the horrors of purity | a hatchetfield character study, fencecollapsed

what is obsessive compulsive disorder?, apa (american psychiatric association)

symptoms of ocd, mind

understanding religious ocd, rachel ehmke

moral scrupulosity, zachary appenzeller & patrick mcgrath

[hantheheart]

So, now that I've made "The Great Big Leoma & Alden Lore Post", I can go into Post-SDS/Pre-4KOTA Leoma Lore. Which is. Split.

I have a few different takes.

The original idea I had in mind when SDS ended

The First 4KOTA Leoma storyline I thought of

The 4KOTA Leoma Storyline I Ultimately ended up using

Now, it is important to note. I'm not caught up on 4KOTA. I only watch the dub for the sake of my Sanity and shit hearing and ability to focus. I spoil myself by existing in the tag, which frankly I don't mind, keeps me invested between seasons to watch manga readers and sub watchers go insane. But I 100% am definitely going in a different direction with Leoma and 4KOTA than canon, so. Take that as you will.

With all that out of the way, RAMBLE AWAY!

So the original plan is actually the rewrite I mentioned before and one I'm personally pretty invested in despite not having as much in mind for it at this moment.

Constant across all three is, a little after returning to Camelot, Leoma asks Merlin if there was any way of returning her hair and eye color to their original hues and is able to go back to having blue hair and pronouns, Silver eyes and sapphire hair.

Originally, Leoma helps Arthur and Merlin with rebuilding Camelot, and there's some slow burn between Leoma and Arthur over the course of it. Lingering gazes, sneaking away from everything to goof off a bit, tracking each other down to make sure the other has eaten/slept/etc, and just the two of them dancing around having feelings for each other because "rebuilding Camelot takes priority".

Eventually it catches up to them about a year after the Holy War and they end up dating. Arthur and Leoma decide to wait until Camelot is back up to strength to make anything properly official.

Together, they and the Sins encourage peace between their respective kingdoms and trade begins to take off between them. The roads between Camelot, Liones, Benwick and the Fairy King's Forest become the best maintained roads in Britannia; Each Kingdom becomes a hub of trade and cultural mixing and they all keep in great contact, so far as to reinvigorate how letters are delivered across Britannia.

Leoma and Arthur's wedding is the first major even hosted in Camelot since the Holy War and is treated as a massive celebration. Camelot's people and nobles all celebrate and the royals and nobles from every Kingdom Camelot has contact with are invited. The Sins all come to congratulate the couple and the party rages for days.

Leoma and Arthur were originally gonna have five kids, the fifth of which Leoma would be pregnant with during the finale of Tristan's birthday but I frankly realized when I was working out 4KOTA plot that I did not want to come up with enough names for that and they wound up with three kids. The kids were all meant to have decided Tristan was unofficially their older brother which sort of stuck around in later iterations of the story.

Gwendolynn Pendragon, who has orange hair like Arthur and Leoma's silver eyes, is their oldest, born two years after the Holy War which does make her the same age as Lancelot and Tristan apparently because the timeline is not consistent so I'm gonna MAKE IT be consistent. 4KOTA will be referred to as being 18 years after the Holy War to make sense as to why the protags are all supposed to be 16.

Their second child is their first son Ahmar, who has sapphire hair and purple eyes and is five years younger than Gwen. After him is Llacheu who has lavender hair and purple eyes and is five years younger than his brother.

Why the even spacing? Fuck if I know, I liked the age gaps.

I have some other bits I've been coming up with for this rewrite of 4KOTA but we'll get to that another time.

Plot 2, my first take on Leoma in 4KOTA which does share some plot with Plot 3, leans a little more on 4KOTA's current stance of "Arthur is the bad guy" which I'm. Not happy with, I will not lie. that is my darling angel boy who ended SDS with happiness and a support system and started 4KOTA with NONE OF THAT FOR SOME REASON.

So Plot 2 and 3 begin with Leoma and Arthur getting together just a little sooner than plot 1, like, maybe just over a year as opposed to being 2 years, and have their 3 kids. The kids are born in the same times just because I think they'd have more of a honeymoon period in the 4KOTA compliant timelines.

So during the 4KOTA compliant timelines, Leoma has a noticeable reaction to being in the Chaos Realm Camelot, becoming more and more ill over time as the Goddess Blessing fights against the Chaos magic all around. In Plot 2, she's less aware of what Arthur and Camelot have been doing to the other races, though she is aware something is happening and she succumbs to this illness just before Llacheu is born and falls into a coma. In this version, Ahmar and Llacheu are both sickly children who remain deep within the castle while Leoma's unconscious body is kept safe with a magical stasis keeping anything from making her illness worse. Arthur is frankly a little more unhinged here from some mad belief that Goddess magic is what took his wife from him, and not his own powers. Ahmar and Llacheu's magic is sealed away young to prevent them from undergoing the same fate as their mother while Gwen manifests Chaos magic young and aims to become a Chaos Knight to prove herself an appropriate heir to Camelot's throne.

While in Plot 3, Leoma's more aware and she and Arthur have a disagreement about everything Camelot is doing and she takes the kids to Liones where Elizabeth and Meliodas take them in. Leoma takes both her sons to the Celestial realm where the three of them recover from the reactions they have to Chaos magic while Gwen, who has no notable reaction to Chaos magic, remains in Liones. Gwen manifests Leoma's sword and armor magic first in this version, and grows up alongside Tristan. Ahmar manifests Leoma's summon wings and some Goddess healing powers and trains in the Celestial realm to use these powers almost as soon as they manifest. Alden occasionally returns to Liones to bring Gwen to visit with her mother and brothers, thought other times, Leoma is stubborn and comes to visit herself, thought she usually becomes ill again when this happens.

I have stuff for 4KOTA era plot, but this is all Pre 4KOTA plots so we'll. we'll get there another time if people like reading me ramble on and on for. Frankly way too long of a post, these take me hours to write

[koiturine]

confession | night.

tws: anxiety, heavy drinking, implied discrimination

it's late. it's been late, and we really should've gone back to the hotel room hours ago.

but i drink. i drink and i drink and i drink. every snide remark gets kicked back with the sting of cobra venom, but it takes more than a little liquid courage to make absolutely sure it doesn't get to me.

"he's my boyfriend, koi." did he really not tell anyone before he brought me to this company party?

"my 'arm candy' has a name, you know." thank you so much for introducing me, avie... does that guy think i'm your male hooker or something?

"do you seriously think i can't date someone without an ulterior motive?" did you used to date people with an ulterior motive?!

i sipped through every comment, and pregamed every future comment. and... well, i basically drank my way through the whole party. but aventurine isn't the only one with a good poker face. i might not have the best tolerance, but i can hold myself together when i'm wasted.

"my precious little jackpot. you're not having a bad time tonight, are you?" i feel the blood rush to my cheeks when he whispers in my ear... and the tiny bit of upset behind his teeth. "yeah! i mean... i'm good. it's fun meeting all your co-workers." all of the liquid courage pours out of my body in a deluge of sweat. oh my god i'm so humiliated i wanna go for another drink.

aventurine knows. he has to, or he wouldn't grip my hip so tightly. "i like my free booze." i blurt out the statement while i try to look him in the eyes.

"you like your free booze when you're dancing. you think you need your free booze when you're scared." i can't make direct eye contact with him for long. it took a lot of learning on his part to realize i can't make direct eye contact with anyone. but it's obvious when i'm avoiding it on purpose.

i'm not as smooth as he is. i can't go with the flow and pull him into a dance or ask him 'why would i be lonely? you've been with me the whole time.' it's not just loneliness. it's knowing i'm supposed to have fun, but not being able to let go without it.

it's insecurity that i'm not good enough.

i... need another drink. "one sec..." aventurine holds me closer before i get a chance to skedaddle. "c'mon, avie. i gotta pee."

"you can pee in the room." this blond thing wrapped around me starts kissing me over and over again, chuckling and hiding the simmering ire as we walk out. he doesn't even hold my hand as we walk to the elevator. of course, aventurine keeps his smile. but the dead silence says everything.

he's quiet when he's walking with me.

he's simmering in silence when he's walking ahead, not even holding my hand. at least... that's how it feels.

the elevator carries the same thick air, the booze at least easing my anxiety and fear. i know i'm in trouble, but i can only freak out so much in a stupor.

it doesn't even take a second when he closes the door to our suite behind me. "what the hell is going on?"

i was lying. the sting of his disappointment puts a lump in my throat. this is the end, isn't it?

"nothing... i... don't wanna talk about it."

aventurine sighs, squeezing the bridge of his nose. he's obviously mad. but if i say something he's probably gonna think i'm stupid. i try to maintain a poker face. i can't let him see that i'm scared. i can't make him think he hurt me. why the fuck am i even hurt by such a stupid question!?

"...i..." aventurine blinks up at me, surprised that i'm even trying to loop back around. "i don't... want you to think i'm boring. or embarrass you, or if i'm really worth bringing to a rich corporate party, or--"

i was so lost in my spiral i didn't realize he was pulling me into a hug. the warmth and softness, the smell of his cologne at least... helps. "you aren't the only person the ipc judged from just their looks."

...right. his avgin eyes.

"the only way you could've ruined it is if you didn't show up at all." i think i feel aventurine's hands tremble a bit. the question leaves my mouth before i get the chance to mull it over.

"so did you bring me because you didn't wanna feel alone?"

he chuckles at that, rubbing my back as his soft voice reassures me every step of the way. "of course i did."

[lykaios2]

Here's a request:

Platonic or romantic, your choice, Leo showing off some skateboard moves.

omg when I say I got so into writing this

I stayed up until 6am writing this yesterday. I am not kidding. I just really wanted to finish it so I could post it asap

anyway I hope you like it, this is the longest fic I've written so far

Sweet Tricks and Sweeter Feelings

leonardo x reader, friends to lovers

cw: literally nothing

word count: 3838

One evening, you started on a walk, or rather a ride, to a new skate park you had just recently discovered. While doing some business over on that side of town, you had a bit of free time to yourself, and decided to explore since you didn't go to that side of town much. You eventually stumbled upon an abandoned building, and your curiosity got the better of you. After looking around for an entrance, you somehow found an unlocked door that led inside. After making your way around to what seemed to be the main area, you found yourself looking at what seemed to be a well maintained skatepark.

“Woah, what is this? I've never seen this before…must not have been taken down when this place was closed. Someone's certainly been working hard to keep this place nice.”

Now, returning here, it was certainly a different vibe at night. Walking around to the unlocked door, you heard noises coming from inside, as if someone was also using the skatepark. As you made your way inside, you looked around for the source of the noise. You could barely make out a dark figure skating around the park. As you sat and watched in awe at all of their amazing tricks, they came a little too close and noticed you standing there.

“Oh! Hello there, you-”

“Augh! I'm sorry, I-I'll leave-”

“Wait, no, you're fine! I just didn't expect to see anyone else here.”

“You could say the same here. Those were some sweet tricks you were hitting, uh… what's your name? Don't think you mentioned it.”

“Oh, my apologies, you can call me Leonardo, or Leo for short. How about yourself, mysterious friend?”

“I'm y/n.”

“Well, y/n, since you're here, would you like to join me for some late night skating?”

“Yeah! Let's do this!”

After a couple hours, Leonardo announced that it was time for him to return home. It was pretty late, so you decided to head home yourself.

“When are you planning on being here again?”

“Oh, my brothers don't like me being out this late too much, so really only once a week.”

“You have brothers? How many?”

“Just 3.”

“Do they ever come out here?”

“Not that I know. I haven't told anyone about this place.”

“Not even your brothers?”

“Nope. I love them to death, don't get me wrong, but when I'm with them all day every day, a little time away can be nice.”

“I understand that. Well then, I'll see you next week, same place, same time?”

“Only if you show up.”

“It's a deal!”

Next week, you entered through the doors of the abandoned building and sure enough Leonardo was there, skating just as before.

“Yo!” you called out.

“There you are, I was getting a bit worried that you had bailed on me.”

“Sorry, I live on the other side of town. Yeah, no, I would have felt terrible. I wouldn't have even had a way to tell you, which would have made it all the worse.”

“You want my number? Easiest way to contact me.”

“Oh, sure.” You and Leonardo exchanged numbers, but while he was typing his number into your phone, you noticed some red marks on his face through his mask he was wearing.

“Is that…blood?”

“Hm?”

“On your face there.”

“Oh, um…no…”

“Then what is it, if it's not blood?”

“It's, um…I'll show you next week. But you have to show up.”

“Aw, what? Fine. Is it like a personal thing?”

“Kind of. A lot of people are often surprised when they see what it really is.”

“It can't be that bad. C'mon, lemme see!”

“Next week! If you show up.” You begrudgingly agreed as Leonardo started skating again. Realizing you hadn't yet even touched your skateboard, you followed suit.

After another long night of skating, Leonardo headed home, and so did you. On the way home, you texted Leonardo, thanking him for his time and reminding him of his promise.

-you better show me what's under that mask next week

-chill bro, all you gotta do is show up. I'll have you know I'm not one to break my promises.

-we'll see about that

-we will, won't we?

You smiled as you looked up from your phone. The curiosity was killing you, but you trusted that he would show you.

The next week passed slower than usual. If you weren't doing something, your mind would eventually drift to Leonardo. What was hiding that he couldn't show you immediately? You theorized about many different possible options, but you couldn't truly know until you met up with him again.

But slow as it was, the week finally passed and it was time to see what Leonardo had been hiding. You walked through the new familiar doors and looked around for Leonardo.

“Boo!”

“Augh! You- stupid- whatever.”

“C'mon, just a little joke. You aren't mad, are you?”

“No, I can't really get mad at you for that. I just get easily spooked.”

“I can tell.”

“Oh, shut up about it. Now how about we see what's under that mask?”

“Right. Now, before I do this, I should warn you. Whenever I show this to someone, they usually don't want to associate with me anymore. I've heard it all, so whatever you say probably won't hurt me. And whatever you think it is, I can guarantee it's not that. Do you still want to see?”

You paused and thought for a second before saying yes. He made you close your eyes while he took the mask off. When he said he was ready, you opened your eyes to see…

“A…stripe? Wait, you're a…turtle?!”

“Yep. What do you think? Be honest.”

“That's, like…awesome! I can't really think of a better way to put it.”

“So…you like it?”

“Totally! What would I not like about a walking, talking, skateboarding turtle?”

“Well, most people see me and think I'm sort of a rejected lab creation, and while they're not wrong they usually carry a negative connotation with it.”

“It's probably just because they don't get to know you. You're awesome!”

“Aw, thanks.”

“Wait, does that mean your brothers-”

“Are turtles too? Yep.”

“Woah. Can I meet them?”

“Uh, maybe next week? I don't think they would exactly be fond of me bringing home a human unannounced.”

“Do they even know about me? Have you told them?”

“Well I've mentioned you once or twice, but they don't even know anything about you. They don't even know that you know I'm not human.”

“Oof. Well, you better tell them because I totally want to meet them now.”

“Haha, I think I can work something out. But for now, I wanna see your cool tricks! We keep getting distracted.”

During your late night skate session, you had to stop for a second because you were hungry. Leonardo stopped as well and walked over to where you were standing, slouched over.

“Hey, you good? Looking a little weak there.”

“Yeah I’m okay, I just forgot to eat before I came here.”

“Woah, that’s not good. Hm…oh! I know this good Asian place down the road from here, it should still be open.”

“Oh, I love Asian food, and I totally would, but I don’t have any money on me.”

“Eh, I can cover you.”

“What? You don’t have to do that.”

“Please, allow me. I would feel bad if you were to faint from hunger under my watch.”

“Well, if you insist, I’m not going to refuse.”

“Come on, then. Follow me, I’ll take you there. You need some help?” You nodded as Leonardo grabbed your hand and started leading you out of the building. He slowly led you out of the building and down the streets.

“You doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine-” You were silenced by the sound of your stomach growling from hunger.

“Maybe not. Here, stand back.”

You stepped back as Leonardo pulled out what seemed to be a sword. He started moving it in a circle until a portal appeared in front of you.

“You can make portals too?!”

“It’s a long story. Maybe I’ll tell you one day, but for now we need to get you food. Come on, this should lead us straight there.”

You cautiously followed Leonardo through the portal, and stepped out on the other side right next to the restaurant.

“Wow, that was impressive. Can your brothers do that?”

“No, but they have their own special abilities. And anyway, how are you not focused on your hunger? You’re nearly starving.”

Leonardo led you inside, and the lady behind the counter greeted the two of you.

“Hello, you two! Out on a little late night date, are we?”

You just chuckled at the comment, but Leonardo was quick on his feet.

“A date? I mean, one could call it that. Only if you want.” He looked at you as he said that.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Leonardo ordered for the both of you, and you sat down at a table to wait for your food.

“You should ask your brothers if I can meet them. I’m really curious about them.”

“Man, you are quite insistent on meeting my brothers, huh?”

“Well, it’s not every day that you learned that you’re actually friends with a mutant turtle, let alone that he has brothers who are also mutant turtles! And you’re super awesome and nice, so I bet they are too! Why would I not want to meet them?”

“Well since you have to be so nice about it, I guess I can ask them. I have no clue if any of them will be up this late, though, so I can’t promise a fast result.”

“That’s okay. Oh, but when am I going to meet them? Or where? I have no clue where you guys live.”

“Well, we’re pretty free, so whenever you have time during the day probably works for us. As for where…”

“What about your place? I think it would probably be a good idea to meet them in their natural environment, y’know, so they don’t have to feel stressed or anything like that.”

“That’s not a bad idea. Although, nothing about our home would be considered normal.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, for starters it’s pretty big. And it’s underground. We’ve got a lot of cool stuff as well. We have an arcade room, a humongous garage, a skate ramp…”

“You have a skate ramp inside your home?! No wonder you’re so good at skating.”

“Oh, stop it.”

The waiter came over with the food, and made another comment about the two of you.

“Here’s your food, nice and hot. Don’t stay here just talking too long now.” Leonardo took this opportunity to show you how sharp his wits truly were.

“Nice and hot, huh? The food’s not the only nice and hot thing here.”

“Are you…talking about me?”

“Maybe, maybe not. You’ll never know.”

“Oh, you’re so stupid. I’m eating, you have fun doing whatever you’re doing over there.”

You and Leonardo finished up your food, and finalized your plans to meet up with his brothers. Much to Leonardo’s surprise, all of his brothers responded before you finished eating, and all of his brothers had agreed to meet you in their home.

“Thank you so much for everything tonight. Definitely one of the best nights I’ve had in a while.”

“It was my pleasure, only the best for my best skateboarding friend.”

“You’re too kind. I’m excited to meet your brothers.” You and Leonardo started walking out after saying good night to the employees.

“I’m sure they’ll love you. Have a good night!”

“You too, Leonardo!”

A few days later, Leonardo texted you to help you get to his home to meet his brothers.-now turn left and you should see an alleyway down the street. once you get there, just wait a couple of minutes and I’ll be there to lead you the rest of the way.

-I better not be getting kidnapped

-wow, I buy you food and this is how you treat me? you’re lucky I even let you in at all.

-okay, okay, I trust you. happy now?

-I guess

-how about dinner on me next time?

-wow, making moves huh? you’re slick

-...I don’t even know what to say anymore.

During the texting, Leonardo had snuck up behind you. He scared you when he spoke up.

“How about you come say hello to my brothers?”

“Damn it Leo- would you stop scaring me?”

“It’s so cute the way you react when you get scared though. And I don’t mean any harm, I hope you know that. Now, come on, you’ve been waiting a while for this, haven’t you?”

“I sure have. Where are we headed?”

“Look down.” Confused, you looked down to see a manhole at your feet. You looked back at Leonardo, and he gestured you to move out of the way as he lifted the manhole cover.

“It’s not as bad as you think.”

“Well, I’ve gone this far.”

As you climbed down into the manhole, Leonardo started to lead you through the sewers. He seemed to know these dreary hallways like the back of his hand. After several minutes of walking through the sewers, you eventually saw a light coming from somewhere up ahead. You followed Leonardo down the hall, until eventually reaching the end, where he began something of a grand introduction.

“Welcome to my humble abode. Hey guys, they’re here!” As he presumably called to his brothers, you stood in awe as you took in everything that was in front of you. It was bigger than you could have ever imagined. There were so many rooms, so much graffiti all over the walls, string lights everywhere. Leonardo grabbed your hand and pulled you along to somewhere else though.

“C’mon, it’s time!” Your excitement could hardly be contained as Leonardo led you to the bottom layer of the area. Leonardo stopped in front of what you assumed were his brothers.

“y/n, meet my brothers. This is Raphael.”

“You can just call me Raph. Leo’s mentioned you a few times, but it’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“This is Michelangelo.”

“Hello! I’ve been super excited to meet you! Leo says you’re really good at skateboarding. You’ll have to show me your moves later!”

“And this is Donatello.”

“Hello, nice to meet you. I do have a nickname, but I reserve it for people who are close to me. I mean no offense with this, as I’m sure you’re a kind individual, but I just don’t know you very well. With time you should be able to call me by my nickname.”

“Well, hello, everyone. My name is y/n. I’ve haven’t really heard much about any of you, but assuming you’re anything like Leo, then we’ll probably get along.”

“Well, how about we show you around? I’m sure you’ll get to know them along the way.” Leonardo and his brothers proceeded to show you around the very large area in which they lived. Along the way, you managed to pick up a few tidbits of information about each of his brothers. Raph was the oldest and seemed to be the leader of the group, but he also had a very soft heart. Mikey was the youngest of the four and was definitely the creative one. Donatello was the smart one, and was often very direct about everything.

“So how did you meet Leo, anyway?”

“Well, one of my hobbies happens to be skating, and one night when I went out to skate, he was the only one at the skatepark I went to. Then we kinda made plans to meet up there every week.”

“So that’s what you’ve been doing! Leo sometimes comes home late at night with a big smile on his face and just a little happier than usual, but he never mentioned you when he did that. Now I’m starting to put some dots together.”

“Well, that can happen when you hang around such an amazing skater such as myself.”

“How about you live up to that claim, huh? Show us some moves.” Leonardo finally spoke up. You took it as a challenge, and everyone headed over to the skate ramp.

After showing everyone what you could do on a skateboard, and a couple more hours of just hanging out with the turtles, you eventually had to head home. After saying your goodbyes, Leonardo showed you the way out.

“See you soon!”

“Yeah! If you ever want to come back over, just text me!”

“Will do!”

However, you would remain oblivious to the conversation that was about to follow.After walking you out, Leonardo started walking back to his room, but little did he know that Michelangelo was following him.

“Ah, man, that was nice. Now time to lay back and-”

“Oh, Leo~”

“Mikey? Did you need something?”

“Mmmm, not exactly.”

“Then what’s up?”

“I should be asking you that. Seems you and y/n have a little something going on.”

“Yeah, we hang out quite a bit. It’s been pretty nice.”

“Leo, I’m going to get straight to the point. I think it’s pretty obvious you like them.”

“Woah, that’s quite an assumption. Care to run me through your thought process here?”

“Well first off, you regularly went to hang out with them, a human. That doesn’t happen very often. Next, you revealed the fact that you’re a mutant turtle. You don’t exactly do that for everyone. And they told me about your little “date” you went on. Listen, Leo, you know I’m the expert on these things, you can’t hide them from me.”

“…Fine, I’ll admit it. They’re just so…I don’t know how to describe it. Something about them just draws me to them.”

“I think it’s because you guys are so similar. You bounce off of each other. I’d give it a bit more time, but you should tell them how you feel.”

“Ahh, I don’t know. It’s hard. I think they just see it like a normal friendship.”

“You never know until you try. Like I said, give it some time and we’ll see where it goes. I’ll be your wingman, give you tips and tricks. And I’ll keep on the down low, but I can’t promise that Donnie and Raph won’t find out. That’s out of my control.”

“Heh, thanks.”

A few weeks passed, and you hung out with Leonardo and his brothers more and more. You learned more about each of them, but you noticed Mikey being particularly weird whenever you and Leo were hanging out.

“Raph, have you noticed anything weird going on between Leonardo and Michelangelo?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t been able to figure out what they’re up to. I think it might have something to do with you, though.”

“Me?”

“Well I can’t be sure, but I feel like I often overhear your name in their conversations.”

“Oh, that makes me all the more nervous about what they’re doing.”

“Eh, knowing them, it can’t be anything bad. I wouldn’t worry too much.”

“If you say so. I’ll trust your judgment on this one.”

A few months had passed now, and you were a lot more comfortable with your turtle friends. You were allowed in their home at any time, and Donatello had even come to know you well enough for him to let you call him Donnie. Leonardo made his classic one liners. Raph and Michelangelo often cheered you on whenever you showed off your moves on the ramp in their home. But nothing ever came of Leonardo and Michelangelo’s scheming, and over time you forgot about it. However, it never stopped and you would soon come to learn what it was all about.

One night, Leo had texted you, asking you to meet up at the entrance to their home.

-make sure to bring your skateboard, I’ve got a little surprise for you

-it’s pretty late leonardo, you better have something good

-I think you’ll like it

You arrived at the meeting spot, with Leonardo already waiting for you.

“Hop on your board, we’ve got a long ways to go.”

Leo started, leading you through all the secret alleyways and tunnels. You managed to keep up, but your legs were starting to get tired from the distance you were riding.

“Are we there yet?”

“Almost, just another minute or two.”

By this point, you were on the outskirts of town. Leonardo was headed further and further away from the city. You were becoming more and more curious as to where he was taking you. Eventually you stopped at the bottom of a hill.

“I won’t make you ride up this. Follow me.”

Again he pulled out his sword and made another portal. You trusted it would take you to the top of the hill, and it certainly did. What you didn’t expect was a little area hidden in the brush which had a perfect view of the city.

“Woah, Leo, this is insane. How did you find this?”

“Spots like these are my specialty. Come, sit.”

He invited you to sit next to him and watch the city, which looked very different at night.

“Is there a reason you brought me out here?”

“Uhm, yes, actually. I’ve been reserving this spot for a special occasion. Y’know, we’ve been hanging out a lot these past few months, and we’ve come to know each other pretty well. But there’s something about myself I haven’t told you, and I think it’s pretty important that you know.”

“Okay, go ahead. I’m listening.”

“I-I really like you. You’re just a cool person, and when we hang out or go skating together, I don’t know, something about you just seems that much cooler. And the fact that you’re even willing to hang out with me in the first place is already amazing. I understand if you don’t return the feelings, I just-”

“Wait, so all of those stupid pick up lines were actual attempts at trying to get with me?”

“Kind of? Most of them were jokes, but they did actually mean I liked you.”

“Well, funnily enough, those pick up lines kind of worked…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well when we first met, I did just see you as a good friend. But I think your sense of humor accidentally made me like you too. I didn’t say anything because I thought that was just you being you, and I didn’t think those stupid little pick up lines meant anything. So I just left those feelings alone, destined to be banished to the recesses of my mind for the rest of eternity.”

Leonardo paused for a moment, before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. You returned the gesture.

“So, are we like, together now?”

“Only if you want.” Leonardo smiled.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” You smiled back at him before turning your head back to look at the city. This was certainly a surprise you liked.

[fanatichistory]

Whoops, this was supposed to be drabble sized, lol. Anyhow, please enjoy (I don't usually write sickness whump of any kind, so please excuse). Also, not edited, so there's that, eh heh...

Whumpee struggled to sit up, exhaustion ripping away all strength as they flopped back down in their bed with a strangled huff.

Their flesh was hot, not yet sweating but the thermometer earlier read 102.3 degrees so Whumpee hoped that soon they will begin to sweat if only to break the fever.

The floor to their cell was blissfully cool concrete and Whumpee was determined to get out of bed to lie down on it.

The bed was woolen all over, from the blankets to the limp pillow, and all it did was trap their heat further.

In a last effort to make it to the cool concrete Whumpee shakily rose on their arms and hung over the side of the bed, cell bars seeming to double in their vision, as they ungraciously slid out of the bed and onto the floor.

Whumpee panted shakily from the exertion as relief and accomplishment met them with the coolness of the concrete floor against their hot flesh.

Their head swam and seemed to inflate in size as they lay there when the creaking of the door drew their attention to Whumper entering the room where their cell was.

"Oh my dear, are you ready to take your medicine now?" Whumper asked when they finally made it to Whumpee's cell, tray full of medicine in hand.

"N-not for...the price...it-it'll coss me" Whumpee slurred in between panted breaths. They knew full well nothing came free from Whumper and Whumper had a tendency to wait until after before they tell them what the cost was they signed up for.

"That's too bad...fevers only get worse from here, y'know. I promise the cost won't be to steep" Whumper smiled slyly as the crouched down to Whumpee's eye level.

"I'd hate to lose my favorite hostage."

"F-fuck you." Whumpee's teeth began to chatter as gooseflesh raised on their arms. Suddenly they were freezing and Whumper's smile widened as Whumpee realized how much help they were going to need to recover.

"How...much..."

"Hmm? I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that." Whumper put a hand to their ear as if to hear them better and leaned in, balancing the tray of medicine on their knee.

"How m-much for...you're h-h-help..."

Whumper slowly rose to their full height as they maintained eye contact.

"You agree that I am your one and only Master, the others don't get to have you and you belong to me alone."

Whumpees mouth was open in horror at the proposal. Out of all the Whumpers at the base, this one was the worst. They were the worst.

Whumpee was terrified of them the most for a reason, and some of the wounds were still healing from last visitation

"Rest assured, I come with health insurance!" Whumper threw back their head in a laugh.

[artsyitzy]

I am not okay, after completing S2 of Gomens. I can't believe another one of my gays who just simply want to run away from the world and just be them. Once again get a unhappy ending at the end of the show.

However, I do feel like there is a possibility of things not seeming as they appear. It was weird that Metatron immediately had Aziraphale take the coffee. Some people on X have already pointed out that he (Metatron) must have tempered with the coffee, to easily persuade Az. to accept his deal on replacing Gabriel. And to have Aziraphale and Crowley cut ties.

Metatron clearly gives a watchful and hatred look at Crowley while he lures Az. way from him, with ominous music plays, clearly putting in subtext that something isn't right. Music does play an important role in the show. Like the soft romantic violin playing in the background as Crowley tidies up Aziraphale beloved bookshop, doing it out of love for his angel. Which is the same song that plays when Crowley saved the books Aziraphale needed while he protected them from the boom that landed on the church. Indicating Aziraphale falling for him. And clearly Crowley sensed something was wrong as he waited for them to return.

* also want to take the time to appreciate that emotional scene David and Michael did for the confession scene. Clearly, Crowley pushed what he felt for years, I'm sure, and now that he is getting the chance to finally voice how much he loves the Angel he meet all those years ago. It's so fucking hard to finally say it, especially for something you've kept hidden for so long. He starts to break.*

And at this point, Aziraphale truly wishes to be able to be at peace and be able to know Crowley is safe and see him happy once more , like how he was when creating the universe. And at this point Aziraphale is not himself. He is back to "heaven suckass" again. Brainwashed into the whole "oh heaven good guys, demons bad". And also being finally recognized by Heaven must feel so good to him. Finally being acknowledged and being given such high praises must do something to him. Especially for the countless of times heaven never once appreciating him. And they're getting him at his weak spot to set whatever plan in motion.

I believe Metatron must believe Aziraphale can surely help be a part of the "second coming" because of what he did with Crowley. And Metatron clearly made Muriel stay and watch the book shop for a reason. To keep watch and maintain the distance of the Angel and Demon. Because I'm sure he knows he'll lose Aziraphale if they rekindle their relationship once more. Possibly Crowley will be able to know/figure out that something is wrong and needs to save his angel once more with the help from Muriel. And it will be a very emotional season.

And the whole kiss thing, I feel like Crowley definitely kissed out of rage and hope that Aziraphale will do something in return. Reciprocate the kiss, for how long he kept their lips together to see if he would do anything. And when he realizes Az. just wasn't doing anything he lets go of him and just leaves. And Aziraphale does feel something, he does want it but I feel like he just goes back under whatever Metatron did to him. And he clearly did reminisce on the contact but went back to "no this is not right/what am I thinking" mindset and they go off their own ways.

Anyways, that's all I wanted to rant about S2 of Good Omens.