#Im just making him a nasty bastard huh?

[spookitapes]

jschlatt nsfw visuals part l

summary | porn i associate with jschlatt bc i’m a whore for him

pairing | jschlatt x fem!reader (kinda ft. chuckle sandwich & friends)

warnings/cw | porn, smut, choking, slapping, spanking, daddy kink, getting caught by your friends, rough sex, edging, public sex, fucking in someone else’s bed, degradation, praise, humiliation, orgasm ban, anal, overstimulation, drunk/high sex (with consent), car sex

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

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not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!

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quickies

❧ “such a slut for me, aren’tcha sweetheart? yeah, you’re so goddamn easy for me.”

❧ fucks you like he HATES you during quickies…especially if you were being a brat or teasing him beforehand

❧ he’s going all out for the short amount of time given..give him 5 minutes or 5 hours he’s gonna have your legs shaking by the end of it.

❧ that man is gonna choke you, slap you, spit in your mouth, and still have time to fuck your throat with his dick that’s covered in your cum.

in an unlocked room of a nye party

❧ you did not see yourself ending up here…on some dude’s bed at a nye streamer party your boyfriend invited you to

❧ but schlatt doesn’t tolerate disrespect well. so when the host’s roommate started flirting with you as soon as he disappeared to get you two drinks…you knew he ur pussy was done

❧ he watched in amusement as you tried to let him down easy at first, but when he started calling you a bitch and grabbing at you it took schlatt all of three seconds to be between you two

❧ his fist clenched the man’s collar as you tried to calm him down

❧ “baby it’s okay- i’m okay!”

❧ “he’s not worth it, jonny!”

❧ “b-baby please just let it go!”

❧ he dropped eye contact with the man when he felt your nails digging into his shoulder

❧ he knew he had to push him away when he saw the worried look on your face— tears threatening your waterline

❧ but big guy’s gotta get his frustrations out somehow, and he knows the perfect way to get revenge and make you feel better

❧ so with a sigh, he releases the douchebag’s shirt with a shove and grabs your hand to lead you upstairs

❧ “yeah i bet you like gettin fucked on this prick’s bed knowing he could walk in at anytime, huh? like knowing the closest that bastard’s ever gonna get to this pussy is the fucking stain on his sheets.”

❧ you’re praying to the almighty man himself that jonny doesn’t notice the way your stomach twists up with the flames of an orgasm building..

❧ but god’s not listening and he’s laughing along with your boyfriend..who’s grinning down at you as he leans in to your ear

❧ “oh i felt that, sweetheart. felt this slutty pussy tighten up on me when i said that. knew you were nasty— but fuuuuuccck.”

❧ he’s g r o w l i n g his words out at this points

❧ teeth pulling on your earlobe followed by his hot breath fanning against it

❧ “m’gonna make you squirt all over this fucking comforter, doll. leave him a gift to push his face into as he jerks his sorry excuse of a dick off.”

❧ safe to say you two left a wet spot the size of russia and a lasting impression on twitter.

(bonus)

❧ “and to think you kept whining about some dumb kiss…shoulda known i always go above and beyond for my girl.”

giving you a punishment one two three

❧ “count or im startin over, understand?”

❧ don’t even think out nodding your head..

❧ cause he’ll put his fingers in your hair and yank your head back to meet his eyes as his other hand lands the first smack on your ass

❧ “use your goddamn words..you know better than that, angel.”

❧ “y-yes sir!! i understand! i’m sorry won’t happen again..i’ll listen— promise !!” comes tumbling out in a high pitched whine

❧ “ya better or you’re not cumming at all. gonna bruise this ass and leave ya all messy and unsatisfied like a whore. you want that, y/n ?”

❧ as hot as that sounds you definitely don’t want that..too horny and too pent up to be able to breathe without cumming

❧ so you fall into submission easily, counting out each spank he gives you

❧ thanking him profusely after he’s satisfied enough to slide his big fingers into your cunt

❧ “don’t thank me yet, i still haven’t decided to let you cum.”

❧ he can sense the frown spreading across your face at the whine you let out, so he picks up the pace of finger fucking you

❧ his unoccupied hand returning to giving you more harsh slaps across the ass

❧ “drop the attitude, toots or m’not gonna let you cum. just gotta keep being a good girl for me, can ya do that? can ya reach back here and give daddy a kiss?”

❧ so you gather all your strength as you strain your upper half to face him, tears falling down your cheeks as you reach for his lips

❧ it’s anything but what you’re expecting— slow and passionate. full of the love and softness as he batters your pussy and let’s you moan into his mouth

❧ “such a fucking good girl for me, knew you were in there somewhere. my pretty doll just needed to be reminded of her place, huh? fuck your self back on— thaaaat’s it.”

❧ but every time you’re about to cum he’s pulling his fingers out and spanking your pussy

❧ the frustration builds as you thrash around

❧ whining that “s’not fuckin fair!”

❧ “keep strugglin and i’ll really give you something to cry about.”

❧ his harsh tone makes you come to a halt, eyes red & legs shaking from being pulled back from the edge so many times

❧ and as soon as you still and meet his gaze he’s bullying his digits back into your sore pussy again

(bonus)

❧ “go ahead and cum for me, baby. been so good— yeah, cream all over my fingers…goooood fuckin girl.”

❧ sometimes instead of edging you jonny gives you exactly what you want…he’ll let you cum and he’s not gonna stop till you can’t cum anymore.

❧ “keep on fucking whining like you didn’t ask for this, y/n.”

❧ your chest is pressed against his and he’s got a death grip on your waist

❧ the only sound in the room is your loud cries and the sloppy fucking of his fingers into you

❧ your ass high in the air as he drills your pussy, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your tired body

❧ “keep still-stop goddamn squirmin!”

❧ it’s barked into your ear, chops scratching your skin as he roughly grabs your jaw and forces your eyes to meet

❧ “i swear to god if keep moving i’ll strap the hitachi to your clit and leave you here all night.”

❧ before you can respond he’s setting a lightening quick pace, pussy spasming round him once again

❧ “fuuuck give it to me, darlin. you can keep going, come on and show me how good this pussy cums for me.”

❧ he only does it as an end to an orgasm ban (when you break a rule so he doesn’t let you cum for a certain amount of time..not even by yourself)

❧ you have to seriously piss schlatt off for him to ban you (he loves your pussy too much)

❧ but when he does…

❧ he’s not touching your pussy at all

❧ not gonna let you touch it either

❧ not even allowed to have your clit played with when it’s a punishment fuck

❧ you have to get off from the anal alone and if you don’t…that’s not his problem lmao

❧ maybe next time you’ll listen and behave for him…

❧ till then he’s using your ass as a fleshlight and lettin your week-long neglected pussy leak out so much it covers your thighs & all of his lower half

(bonus)

❧ “oh goddamn it, babydoll. didn’t know i could get you to squirt without even touching your pussy..imma have to do it again.”

late night car shenanigans one two

❧ it started off so innocent 🥲

❧ jonny asking if you wanted to ride around and listen to music with him at 3 am

❧ it’s a usual thing you two do together when you couldn’t sleep so you didn’t think much of it

❧ so you slipped on a tank top & a cardigan with a cute new mini skirt to match

❧ little did you know that skirt is your boyfriend’s new found kryptonite

❧ so now the skirt’s bunched around your waist

❧ your back’s pressed half against the door half against the passenger seat with your boyfriend’s fingers deep inside your pussy as he speeds down the interstate

❧ the loud bass that’s usually filled the car is silent

❧ schlatt wants to be sure he can hear his favorite symphony— your noises accompanied by the sounds of your wet pussy

(bonus)

❧ “whatcha want to eat, love? i know cumming like that had to make you work up an appetite.”

❧ “don’t worry about me i’ll eat my favorite meal at home. it’s hot and ready whenever i want.” (yes he’d make a little caesar’s joke about ur coochie tell me i’m wrong)

❧ camping with chuckle sandwich seemed like a good idea

❧ till you were drunk in the woods and only 10 feet away from your friends in tents

❧ “j-jonny we can’t..not with them right there.”

❧ “come on doll, they won’t even notice.”

❧ “you and i both know i can’t stay quiet enough for that..baby please.”

❧ as tipsy as he is he knows you’re right..so he sneaks you two out of the tent

❧ he grabs two new beers and leads you back to the parking lot of the forrest

❧ once you’re in the car it’s game over

❧ you’re both insatiable as you make out on his lap

❧ in your drunken kiss you knock the sun visor down and a pre-rolled blunt falls between you two on your laps

❧ you bite your lip as you look between the blunt and your boyfriend..hoping he catches your drift

❧ he catches that shit.

❧ so now your getting railed in the passenger seat as schlatt leans over you and shotguns the smoke into your mouth

❧ the feeling of being cross faded adds so much to being fucked

❧ you’re so sensitive it’s insane

❧ schlatt swears he’s never heard you making these types of noises before

❧ doesn’t even care about the carpet burn that’s starting to form on his knees

❧ the feeling of being crossed and inside of you is enough to make him speed up is thrusts

❧ you’re so lost in each other you don’t realize the sun starting to rise

❧ so lost in the sauce jonny just turns his phone off to stop it from ringing (he doesn’t even check to see who it is RIP)

❧ or hear the footsteps and calls of your names nearing the parking lot

❧ or when your friends finally knock on the car door they’re met with a porn star level performance from you both

❧ you’ll blame it on the substances later because right now nothing is gonna stop you both from covering the seat in another load of your almost future children

(bonus)

❧ “do you think they know?”

❧ schlatt gives you a small smile and kiss to the forehead

❧ “of course not, doll”

❧ you settle at the news, anxiety leaving your body

❧ “we DEFINITELY know.”

[yepmadness]

Malevolent Part 44

Spoilers under cut :))

Just my thoughts I wrote down while I listened

Oh…oh. He’s no longer being called “the entity” in the episode description. He’s his own person. He’s like—he found himself in that. He knows who he is now. Fully. He is himself, who he wants to be. I haven’t even listened yet and I’m going to sob.

Honestly mostly thought calling him “the entity” was a thing for any new listeners. So they didn’t get spoiled about the name and all that. But always thought it was kinda odd considering he’s called John so early on.

But it was an intentional choice. He’s *John* now. Wholly. And fully. And he believes that too and so it shows.

God I’m so attached to this mf.

The singing is lovely actually. Have no idea what the fuck is going on through. Song seems fitting lol.

BLOOD AND SAND WOOO

“Where am I?” yeah I wanna know too dude.

I like this waiter :))

Oh we going back. Sorry Arthur. We know where this goes.

“I’ll take care of you,” and what if I sob then, hm?

No I’m with John on this one let’s just take a week I don’t care if it’s in the fucking worm womb. We got a bed.

I LOVE YORRICK. Anyone who tells me I shouldn’t is wrong.

Oooh. Arthur doesn’t remember. Hm hm. Fun.

“Not when, if”

John…buddy. Arthur’s human :(( also don’t like the constant death foreshadowing lately guys. I know he just died but I really need Arthur not to die at the end of all of this please.

Arthur don’t word shit like that stay alive for you, you bastard.

LMAO, Yorrick is so fucking silly. The dark world will embrace you :D.

FUCKING FINALLY ARMOR. LESS CHANCE OF GETTING STABBED WOOO. Hopefully this breastplate goes relatively low because we get stabbed in the gut a lot.

Oh no we are being depressing about Faroe again :(. Arthur has suffered so much im so sorry my guy. John is being so sweet about it I love him.

NOOO YORRICK LET THEM HAVE THEIR SILLY MANTRA

I love our new trio sooo much.

Arthur was totally looking to be called “someone not to fuck with” again when he put that armor on lol.

Arthur :(( read the letter. I’m begging you. It’s gonna get destroyed and then we will ALL be sad about it.

“We have six more bullets” John i love you but that will not help.

The ringing when Arthur starts to like, talk, is interesting. Wonder if it’s just because he’s remembering being stabbed..or?? Either way interesting to me.

OH WAIT JOHN DID TELL HIM??? IM SURPRSED???

WAIT FUCK ARE WE BEING SWEET??

“And you know I love you too. And that I couldn’t do this without you.”

Im am going to sob I love them so so so much. They’re my guys ;-;

HE FOUGHT FOR WHO HE IS SO HARD.

AHHH

emotional moment over and I’m devastated.

No we are not sending Arthur into nasty ass water with his wound??? No???

Im with John, how about no??

Mmm. Yorrick is being weird. Once again reminded of the whole, don’t trust vanguards. But like…he’s a silly guy.

The background music tells me this is a bad idea guys. Let’s not drown. We have had enough of that.

YORRICK UNDER THE WATER HA

You think dying would have made them make better choices but noooo.

John are you like…guilty about killing her? Haunted by it? He sounds kinda…upset :(.

ARTHUR WHAT DID I JUST SAY.

“YESS OORTHUR”

THEYRE SO HAPPY YES. LAUGH. JOY. (Yorrick has no fuckibg idea why we are laughing love him)

Lmao Arthur I think if you didn’t let John help he would have strangled you. Stop getting injured.

Aw Arthur not letting John apologize, it’s not his fault aaaah.

Yeah Yorrick is planning smth but I love him too much to hate him for whatever his evil plans are.

“You’ll see.” Cryptic bitch.

ALEXANDER!!!

“Owl don’t eat people, boys” I LOVE THIS.

This is too soft I’m so happy.

“Somebody knows your order.” Uh huh. Someone we know hmm. A certain guy I want to meet. Eventually? I can hope.

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Yeah I fucking loved this episode. Easily one of my favorites. EASILY. it was just so sweet. And silly. I love these guys so much.

[ponstermenis-writing]

✩GETTING CAUGHT✩

johnny cade/curly shepard tim shepard / dallas winston

Tim loved Angela to bits, he truly did. But Jesus Christ she had not left the house in a week and it was actually going to kill him.

Darrel still wasn’t letting Dallas in the house on his own—he didn’t quite like him talking to the gang either. So now Tim still had the guy on his tail, but couldn’t do anything because his sister was always home. So, on a last ditch effort, he decides they’ll find somewhere else.

“Let’s go on a walk.” He says, tapping on Dallas’s shoulder. Dallas looked up from the couch—where he was no doubt flirting with Tim’s younger sister, the bastard—and gave him a weird look. They weren’t the ‘going on walks’ type.

”Huh?” He asks, looking at him like he’d grown two heads. Tim gritted his teeth, taking him by the jacket sleeve and dragging him off the couch. “We’re going on a walk.” He bites out, forcing the man out of the front door, yelling for Angela to lock it behind them.

They walked silently for a few moments—until, of course, Dallas had to open his big fat stupid ugly mouth.

“What the hell was that?” He asks, nudging him lightly.

“I need out of that house.” Tim sighs. “Usually Angela isn’t home for more than an hour. And now she’s here all the time because your girlfriend decided she was bored of her.” Tim groans loudly, enough so that a few alley cats come out to see what the commotion is. Dallas wastes no time in chasing them off.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard more complaints about my hygiene. God forbid there’s a single shirt on the floor.” Tim continues his complaints, not even sure if Dallas is listening. More often than not, he isn’t. “Usually she’s always on Curly’s tail. But now he’s never at home.”

“Maybe you should try bein’ cleaner.” Dallas shrugs. “Lord knows you need a few more showers.”

Tim turns to glare at him—sadly they were too far into the public eye to smack him. “Oh please, you take a single shower a month. There’s probably cheese growing on you dick, you nasty—“

”Wanna help me get it off?” Dallas interrupts, raising his eyebrows in at attempt to be endearing. He very much isn’t. Tim grimaces, walking faster just to get away from him. He spares a glance around, making sure nobody heard him.

Dallas catches up quickly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder—to any onlooker they’d seem like pals at best. Even if it wasn’t sodomy, Tim Shepard would never be caught hanging off of Dallas Winston like a broad.

“We outta get somewhere more private.” Dallas whispers, glancing around. “There’s been a lotta’ Soc’s runnin’ around our side of town lately.”

“Good.” Tim all but snarls, thumbing the switchblade in his back pocket. “I’m itching for a fight. ‘S been much too long, don’t you think?”

Usually, when either of them wanted a brawl they’d head out to the east side and beat the life out of each other. As of recently it’s just felt wrong to do—like they’ve gotten to close, their relationship is somehow more than just beating on each-other and stealing booze. Tim doesn’t know how he feels about it, he’d rather not look it in the face.

“Can’t.” Dallas mutters, pulling his arm off and shoving both hands in his pockets. “I gotta stay clean for the next couple a’ weeks. Darry still hasn’t let me back in and John’s worried he never will.” Tim can tell he’s upset—he’s probably waiting for Tim to ask about it—but he is no man’s solace, especially not Dal’s.

“Please,” Tim scoffs. “He’ll do anything if Cade begs him enough. You all bend at his will.”

It’s true, he knows it is. Dallas is the best example. When a kid like that has been denied so much, you don’t wanna deny him anything more. As much as people explained Dallas as Johnny’s keeper, Tim knew well enough to know it goes both ways. He found it funny—A little guy like Johnny having the ability to boss around a thousand pounds of man, but not doing it just because he didn’t feel like it.

“Do not.” Dallas frowns. “Darry’ll only listen if the whole gang begs ‘im. I already pissed Steve and Two off earlier this week, and Pony’s been on a hating streak since he met me.”

“Who wouldn’t be?” Tim teases, pushing past him. He’s sure Dallas rolls his eyes from behind him. “Whatever, you love having me around.” Dallas pokes and prods right back, he always does.

“Nawh.” Tim spares a glance back at him, Dallas raising a brow—he does that a lot now that Two-Bit taught him, he thinks it makes him look tuff. Tim thinks he looks constipated. “I like the beer you bring around, though. You got any?”

Dallas rolls his eyes, making two bottles clink from under his jacket. “Course I do. ‘Was waiting for you to ask.”

“Well? Hand me one.” Tim puts out his hand, Dallas pushes it away. “Did you hear anything I just said? I gotta look squeaky clean.”

Tim groans. The two push their way into the old car lot, it’s covered in trees and goes right into a deep forest where no one would find them. It’s not the best—its already freezing cold out as they get into the later months, the ground it wet and squishy from a recent rainstorm—but it’ll do.

Tim actually finds himself looking around to see if little Johnny Cade is spending the night outside again. He wasn’t sure when he started caring about what happened to him—sure, he’s a good kid, but he’s none of Tim’s responsibility. It must’ve been sometime between Dallas getting out of the cooler and seeing his dad chase him out with a hammer.

Angela lovingly called them ‘reluctant co-parents’. Tim and Dallas cared for their own like it was second nature—eventually they started caring for the other’s. Tim would make sure Johnny wasn’t rotting away outside and Dallas would make sure Curly didn’t sneak out for the sixth time that week.

It was weird but nobody ever brought it up. Johnny gave him weird looks when he drove him to Buck’s, and Curly was no doubt suspicious of them. But oddly enough neither of the younger boys seemed to care. Johnny spent more time at the Shepards and Curly finally started warming up to Dallas—they were about as warm to each-other as a winter in the Antarctic, but it’s as better than nothing.

They walked into the deep forest, blinking a few times to get used to the darkness. Very soon the two wished they didn’t go—while the beer helped, their wet shoes and the sound of clay squeaking beneath them got old very quickly. Tim was sure the bottoms of both of their jeans were soaked and dirty, but neither of them seemed to care.

“Tim, Look.” Dallas said finally, nudging him. Tim looked up from his bottle, squinting at something in the trees. Sure enough, a dingy little treehouse was nestled on a thick one, a long rope ladder swinging from it. The two shared a look.

Going into a seemingly abandoned tree house in the dead of night was most definitely not a good idea. But they were wet and cold, a little tipsy, and curious. Against their better judgement the two took slow steps forward—it wasn’t long before they could hear voices coming from inside.

“We should go.” Tim said, even as Dallas took hold of the ladder and tugged to see if it was secure. “This is probably some fucked up midget trap house.”

Dallas looked back at him and laughed. “You scared?” He asked teasingly, slowly climbing up. Tim didn’t say anything, but soon enough they were both clinging to the wet rope with a scowl— trying to climb as quietly as possible.

Luckily, there was a little porch that they could both climb onto—The treehouse has one tiny door and a window that was so dirty they had to squint to see through it. There was a light coming from inside, one that Dallas quickly investigated.

Dallas froze up the second he looked inside, wide mouthed with furrowed brows. He looked like he had just seen a ghost, eyes flitting around the room in wide-eyed shocked. “What?” Tim whispered, pulling himself onto the porch. Dallas didn’t respond—he glanced down at him, taking a step back so he could also stand.

Tim cupped his hands around his eyes and peered in—also rather shocked with what he saw.

…

”You’re such a momma’s boy.”

“Yeah? Atleast I have one.”

“I’d much rather have none at all than one that beats on me.”

A low blow, but then again the two were known for it. It was weird how the could make jokes about each other that no one else could. It was somehow less offensive when it came from the other.

Johnny and Curly were, once again, lighting up in their dingy little tree house. They huddled up together under Curly’s stupid leather jacket for warmth—Johnny had left his at his folk’s place and he wasn’t dumb enough to go get it. Johnny had his legs atop Curly’s, the two leaning into each other and nursing the second blunt of the night.

“Do you listen to a thing I tell you? She doesn’t beat on me.”

“She yells at you all the time and chases you out of the house.”

”That’s different.” Johnny frowned, not looking up at him.

”Didn't she lock you in a cupboard when you were little cus’ she caught you stealing bread?” Curly raised a brow, handing the weed back to him. Johnny didn’t take it, looking at him weird. “How do you know about that?” He asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“You told me. Like, last week. You were so high of your rocker you probably don’t even remember.” Curly laughed. Johnny deflated, finally taking the blunt and sucking in a long drag before blowing it back out in his face. “I gotta stop getting high with you. You know too much.”

”So do you. You know more about me than my own brother.” Johnny makes a weird noise, Curly elects to ignore it.

“Whatever.” He mutters, leaning slightly off of him. “But my mom doesn’t beat on me, that’s different.”

Curly just rolls his eyes, glancing down at him. “Whatever you say, Hansel.” He laughs so hard at his own joke he coughs, Johnny staring at him like he’s crazy. “Han—Who?”

”From Hansel and Gretel? That old children’s book about teaching kids to not steal.” The explanation doesn’t seem to help, Johnny looking more and more confused by the second. “You seriously never had to read that?” Curly asked incredulously. He remembered it only because Angela got so scared that she wouldn’t eat at restaurants for a year in fear that she would eat a witches food.

Fun times.

“Who’s gonna read it to me Curly? My mom?”

“…Fair enough.” He mutters, snatching the blunt from him in an attempt to busy his hands. They are quiet for a long while—Curly nurses the weed the whole time, it’s a miracle he didn’t choke. Johnny eventually gets tired of it, reaching over to try and pluck it from his mouth. Curly grabs it quickly, licking his fingers before he can pull back. Johnny makes a loud gagging sound, pulling away like it burnt him.

“You are such a freak!” He yelled, rubbing his hand in the boy’s shirt. “You’re gonna be on death row one day, mark my words.”

Curly leans in to him, smirking as he blows smoke into his face. “Nawh, I don’t believe in that.” He says—he’s just messing with him, but Johnny raises a brow and he feels like he has to keep talking. “I’m this close to becoming one of those hippies who go on strike for everything.”

”Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you going on a toothpaste strike too?” Johnny asks, looking down at Curly’s mouth. Curly pulled back, rolling his eyes. “Ha-fucking-ha. You’re hilarious.” He muttered in annoyance, trying to discreetly check his breath. Johnny just laughed, leaning back into him. “ ‘M just messing wit’ you. But yeah, I am hilarious, aren’t I?”

“I wasn’t—“

The door bursts open a moment later, swinging on its hinges. The two quickly turn their heads to face it. Curly doesn’t even realize who it is until Johnny yells.

“Dallas! What—“ He cuts himself off, pushing off of Curly.

They are both acutely aware that Dallas had no clue either of them were smoking weed. Especially not together.

Shit.

This is where he dies, isn’t it?

Dallas takes Curly by the lapels, lifting him up off the ground. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You little—“ Tim quickly pulls him away, Curly hitting the ground with a thump. “Watch what you say.” Tim bites, barely loud enough for the two younger boys to hear.

”I’m sorry Dal, I—“ Johnny begins, trying to pull himself to his feet—probably to run. Tim holds him down, somehow being the level-headed one here. “I know you told me not to! I just—“ Johnny practically smacked Tim’s hand away in favor of pleading with Dallas.

Dallas freezes, interrupting him. “Told you not to? What?” He asks, incredulously. He and Tim share a look. He couldn’t remember ever telling Johnny not to—it’d be kind of hypocritical, seeing what he and Tim get up to.

“You told me not to—not to get high! Didn’t you?” Johnny asked, just as confused as he was. Curly and Johnny watch Tim and Dallas stare at each other. They both look at the younger boys, then to the blunt fizzling out on the ground, then back to them. Dallas breathes out a sigh that could only be in relief, practically collapsing to the ground.

“Oh, Thank god!“ He cries, putting his hand in a prayer motion. Johnny and Curly shared confused look, trying to understand what was going on. “Oh…” Tim mutters, looking between the two.

“You guys aren’t mad?” Johnny asked, furrowing his brows in an attempt to pick out what exactly is happening to Dallas. “Oh, no, I’m livid.” Dallas says, glaring at Curly. Tim kicks him lightly, hard enough to make Dallas finally stand back up.

“It’s just, we thought you were—“ Tim cuts himself off, seeing his younger brother’s red face. ‘Are you??’ He mouthed incredulously, Curly not responding.

Culry and Johnny share one more look before seemingly figuring it out—both of their faces burn red, immediately turning back to their older counterpart.

“You thought we were fucking?!” Curly yells, looking incredulously at his older brother.

Sure, they experimented—once or twice… but it wasn’t a set in place thing. They were both so high every time they did it that they barely remembered. Or maybe neither of them wanted to. They ever talked about it after it happened—not the first time, not the second time, not any of the times after that.

“Ew, Dal! You thought…?” Johnny frowns, kicking Dal lightly. Dallas shrugged, he and Tim were just as embarrassed as they were. “What was I supposed to think? You run off for hours at a time together, you come back wearing his jacket—“

“Wait—I didn’t know that.” Tim interrupted, raising his brows at his younger brother.

“I can’t believe you think that low of me! I’d never—gross!” Johnny rambled, seemingly losing half of his respect for Dallas. If he weren’t also roped into this, Curly would love it.

“Hey! I’m right here!” Curly frowned, glaring at the boy. Johnny glared right back. “So? Back up of you don't want to hear it.” He bites back, uncharacteristically sharp—at least, to Tim and Dallas. Curly was used to it. “You sure didn’t want me to back up when I—“

Johnny shut Curly up with a loud smack, sending the two into a long bickering match.

Tim and Dallas watched silently, sharing a knowing look. Sure, they didn’t beat each other like they did—but they certainly weren’t kind. “Jesus…” Dallas muttered, watching them. “They really are just like us.” He laughs, Tim agreeing alongside him.

That pulled both of the younger boys off of each other, once again staring at their older counterparts.

“Shut it, Macklemore! We are not!” Curly yells first, Johnny nodding in agreement. Dallas frowns, glaring down at him. “You little—“ Dallas begins, getting a smack on the back of the head by Tim. Tim holds Dallas back, giving everyone a moment to think and collect their bearings. Johnny and Curly share a petrified look—Tim bets they realized just how similar the four of them are.

Dallas doesn’t let them think about it much longer, circling back around to the reason they were here.

”You’ve been smoking weed?!” He yells, pulling Tim off of him and running up to Johnny. It’s not his turn to get grabbed by the front of his shirt—though he’s much gentler with Johnny. “With Curly Shepard off all people?!” He adds, making Johnny deflate a little. Tim sees it, placing a hand on Dallas’s shoulder, oddly pliant.

“Hey, at least they weren’t…” he trails off. Usually he has no problem saying it—Sex isn’t something to be weird about, especially not when you’re a Shepard. But it felt weird saying it now, hanging awkwardly off of his tongue.

“Stop saying it!“ Johnny yells—his cheeks are burning, trying not to look at anyone else in the room. Dallas let’s him go softly, turning back to Tim.

“Why are you so calm about this? I feel like I’m the only one yelling!” Dallas whispers to him. Tim glances back at the two, grimacing. “Who do you think he got the weed from? Besides, I already knew.” He replies, trying to sound casual. Which was, decidedly, the wrong move.

“You knew?! Why didn’t you tell me?“ Dallas yelled, grabbing him by the shoulders. Tim lightly shoved him off, eyeing the door. The two step out onto the porch, leaving too very confused boys in their wake.

“I didn’t tell you because this is exactly how I knew you’d react! You’re scaring that poor boy shitless!” Tim whisper-yells. He doubted the two were sitting obediently inside—Sure enough, when he glanced at the window behind Dallas’s head he could see the two whisper to eachother.

“Why do you care? You said it yourself, Johnny is my responsibility. Not yours.” He says, pausing to glare at him. “I’ll make sure he’s okay how I see fit. You can worry about yourself.”

Tim sucked in a sharp breath. He really was hoping this wouldn’t be a topic the two of them ever touched on. So he did what he did best, deflect the blame.

“Yeah? Lord knows you aren’t doing a good job at it! He’s terrified of you!” He bites back, crossing his arms and straightening his back. He and Dallas are almost the exact same height—it’s hard to loom over him, which just so happens to be his only intimidation tactic other than beating.

“And Curly isn’t?”

Tim stops yelling to stare at him, brows furrowing.

“Curly and Johnny aren’t the same.” Tim replies defensively. “Johnny gets enough yelling at home—“

”So does Curly.” Dallas interrupts. He knows he’s found Tim’s weak spot. And like always, he was going to keep poking and prodding at it. “Don’t throw stones in a glass house, asshole. At least Johnny likes me. Curly stays cus’ he has no where else to go.”

”He likes that you don’t hurt him. You said it yourself, he’ll do anything for your attention.” Tim bites back.

Dallas scoffed, rolling his eyes. “We’re getting off topic.” He mutters. “Johnny and Curly have been swapping smoke for months, and you’d better not make me the bad guy for yelling at him.”

Jesus, they really do sound like a married couple.

“You act like we weren’t doing the same thing at their age.” He knows how dumb that sounds—he and Dallas are both only two years older than one of them. That wasn’t too long ago—the only thing that’s changed in the substance.

“Yeah? And look where that got us.”

“You’re a dick.”

”So are you.”

…

“Somehow I feel like we’re the ones who walking on something.” Curly mutters.

The two watched through the window as they went from bickering to shouting once again, Johnny covering his ears as he watched. Curly spares a glance his way, frowning.

“We outta get out of here before we get dragged into it.” He says, nudging him.

It’s an escape masked as an offer—a helping hand amidst the yelling and fighting that they are both so achingly used to.

“Okay.” Johnny mutters, letting the other help him to his feet. They try to sneak past—the older boys are too busy fighting to notice. Dallas has his back to the door and Tim is staring right back into his eyes. Unluckily for the youngest two—Tim spares a glance at the door just as they are leaving, making direct eye contact with Johnny.

He tries to angrily signal for the two to get back inside, hopefully before Dallas notices. That plan is foiled when Dallas immediately noticed his weird expression and spins around.

“Where the hell do you two think you’re going?” He asks angrily, causing Curly to stop halfway on the ladder.

He could run. He could drop down and run all the way home, Tim wouldn’t even be pissed. But leaving Johnny alone with an angry Tim and an even angrier Dallas didn’t sound like a good idea.

“Get your asses back inside.” Tim and Dallas say in unison—they don’t even seem to notice it. Curly spares a glance back at Johnny, whose prettified gaze in staring at Dallas and only Dallas. He lets out a sigh and begins climbing back up.

“C’mon John.” He mutters, the two of them shuffling into the room and shutting the door behind them. Johnny practically collapses to the floor—it’s not common for Dallas to be mad at him. It never ended well when he was. Curly knew that too, leaning back against the door.

“They’re so angry at us they synced up.” He tried to lighten the mood—it definitely didn’t work, but Johnny smiled up at him anyways. “Maybe their cycles are next.” He says between gasping breaths. Curly let’s himself laugh, falling onto the ground beside him. Soon they are both giggling together like little girls, acutely unaware of the two just outside.

…

Dallas was still whispering angrily to him. He didn’t care to listen, it was just the same shit over and over again. He stared through the window—at first it was to make sure the two didn’t make another escape attempt, but then he was just watching them. His gaze softened, the two joining each other on the floor and laughing together.

He and Dallas were like that once. Back when they were just two asshole kids. Before humiliation and anger brought they both to a fighting stop.

“I just—what are you staring at?” Dallas asks incredulously, annoyed that Tim wasn’t listening. He didn’t respond, staring longingly through the window still. Dallas eventually looks too, his gaze softening all the same. “Oh.” He muttered.

The two boys were huddled up together again, whispering to each other like little kids. They looked so calm, happy. Like they were meant to be like that. Like the world couldn’t see them.

“Look,” Tim sighed. “I get that you don’t want Johnny smoking, I really do. But if you want them separated—you’re gonna tell ‘em.” He said with a sense of finality, uncrossing his arms. Curly looked at him through the window, frowning but not pulling away.

Tim would’ve pulled away if the roles were reversed. Curly stays holding on.

”I don’t…” Dallas muttered, leaning his forehead on the wooden frame. “I don’t want them separated, okay? Johnny seems a lot happier—I don’t wanna take that from him.” He breathed out a sigh, glancing at Tim with pleading eyes. “I just don’t want him smoking that stuff. We both started with smokes, then weed, then beer, and then…” Dallas frowned. Tim wasn’t used to seeing him sad, he was too quick to anger. “He’s got addiction in his blood. Poor kid already worried about turning out like his father.”

”Really?” Tim asks, letting himself chuckle.

“I know. I don’t see it at all, even when he’s angry.” Dallas laughs too. “Still, it’ll save a lot of heartache if he stays off. Y’dig?”

“Yeah, I dig.” Tim smiles for the first time in the last hour. “I’ll back you up, man. I don't need Curly getting any worse.” He finally says. The two share an appreciative look with each other. Dallas barely reaches for him—almost like he’s going if for a hug—but he glances back inside and quickly puts his arms back down.

Tim rolls his eyes, opting to wrap an arm around him and lead the two back inside. Johnny and Curly pull away from each other when the re-enter, looking up at them. Jesus, they really do seem scared.

“I don’t want you smoking that stuff anymore.” Dallas says first, crossing his arm. Tim drags his arm off of him, crossing his arms as well. “You either, Curly.” He adds. Johnny frowns. “But—“ he begins, shut up when Dallas holds out a hand to silence him.

“We’re not mad, okay?” He starts—Tim wants to add ‘just disappointed’ for shits and giggles, but decides this isn’t the time. “You two can still have your little spot, just no more smoking weed, okay?”

Johnny and Curly share a confused look—like they’re a shocked there’s an agreement at all.

“You’re not mad?” Curly asks, almost incredulously. Tim and Dallas look to each other and nod. “Not unless it happens again.” Dallas says—like a challenge—glaring down at Curly. Curly’s brows furrowed, looking between the two. He places a hand on Johnny’s shoulder and they both stand.

“Tim?” He says finally. “Can I talk to you?”

Tim and Curly split off to one corner of the room, Johnny and Dallas whispering to each other in the other. Curly spends a long time just staring at him, like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. He speaks with a sense of urgency.

”You’re not gonna tell anyone are you?”

He doesn’t say exactly what Tim would be telling, but he has an idea what he’s eluding to. “Nawh.” Tim smiles, ruffling the boys hair. Curly doesn’t even attempt to fix it, furrowing his brows again—he never did that before he and Johnny met, it was the smaller boy’s quirk, not his.

“You won’t tell anyone about the tree house, will you?” He asks, again. Tim shrugs. “I don’t see why I would.” He pauses to glare down at him. “I’ve got no reason to tell. As long as you cut back on the weed, that is. I can’t defend you two if it happens again.”

Curly smiles—in the way every Shepard boy did when they didn’t want to be caught smiling. “Thank you.” He whispered, barely loud enough for his brother to hear. Tim ruffles his hair again, glancing back to Johnny and Dallas.

The two boys were hugging—he didn’t even realize the younger was wrapped up in Curly’s too big jacket. Tim spared one glance back at his brother, grabbing his by the shoulders and pulling his close.

Hugging each other wasn’t something they did. But at that moment it felt right. It felt right even as Curly’s ringed fingers gripped his sleeves, even as he buried his face in his older brothers chest.

There was a new air of hope when they all stepped out, climbing haphazardly out of the tree house. They joked, they walked through the woods light on their feet—Dallas and Tim trailed behind, pretending it was because they didn’t know where to go. They liked seeing the younger two boys poke fun at eachother like they used to.

“Y’know.” Dallas finally spoke, quiet enough for the other two not to hear. “I’m surprised you didn’t want them separated.”

Tim raises a brow. “Why would I?” He asks, though he knows the answer.

”Seeing as we thought they were, y’know…”

Tim shrugged, bumping into him purposefully. “It’s none of my business what they do behind closed doors.” A pause. “Though if I ever hear it, I’m definitely gonna ask them to get out.”

Dallas laughed, loud enough to make the younger two glance back at them.

”Besides,” Tim begins the second they turn back around. “Johnny cooks when he’s over. I can only handle so much of Angela’s over-cooked and under-seasoned chicken.”

Dallas smiled. “Darry was the one that taught him, y’know.”

”Really?”

”Yep. He learned just so he could make me a big ol’ New Yorkian breakfast for my sixteenth birthday.” Dallas says, pride in his voice as he watched the boy. Tim smiled as well, nudging into him. “I guess I have you to thank, then.”

Dallas smirked, leaning closer to him and taking one of his lapels between two fingers—tugging him closer.

“I guess you do.”

[yuri-is-online]

fgo anon adventure continues

>not to summarise a whole part in one sentence but Moriarty bullying was everything I didn't know I needed. Nevermind waifu wars, I need a cringe old man tournament

>after reading more of your they/them fanfiction, I do think you specifically have the right to go off on this game

>finally unlocked Wu's true name, bonds etc. I surprisingly liked her entrance

>I actually liked her introduction. I would be okay with there being lore reasons why she looks like a kid (and I am being vastly generous when I say lore reasons) but I would still pick a fight with whoever made that ascention design. I would put them in the pot.

>I don't know if you'd know this but she has a rank up quest that does go into more detail of how despite having her full life memories, this is the young version of Wu who first entered the palace. She gets nightmares about the nasty stuff other women used to say about her. It was pretty sad.

>Im glad Columbo is the evil disgusting bastard he deserves to be

>There's just something kinda "this was written by a man" about agartha's section that I can't really be bothered to disect. you know you know

> if it was me 1. Columbo would not have gotten Heracles ["Can we blow up Astolfo instead?" (I don't even hate them or anything)] 2. I guessed it was Caster pretty fast actually. I don't know if I could have afforded to call her out early

> Fergus(old): *opens his mouth* me:I hate this game *keeps playing it*

When Will I Finally Have My Last Drop With This Game? Stay Tuned.

sidenote:

Me: *innocently logs in to do some limited quest* WAS THAT FREAKING MERLIN IN A BLACK SHIRT? HUH? WHAT?

I genuinely thought I hallucinated him cause he literally only shows up for a second, buffs the monsters, dips out (this is very on brand)

Looked it up, found the Camelot & co illustrations, forgot how to breathe for a minute.

I hope you are doing well!

I am doing ok all things considered.

Agartha is the most hated chapter next to Septum. They were written by the same person if I remember correctly? It's very much specifically a him problem, he's quite bad at writing.

I like Astolfo, but I watched Apocrypha so a lot of it comes from there. I also agree that it was nice to see fate lean into him being an actual villain! Wish it had happened in a better chapter!

When it comes to Wu... I don't really know how I feel about her tbh. When it comes to lolis in Fate... there is no innocent explanation I am willing to give them because I know Prisma Illya exists. And because of something related to Abigail Williams I won't get into yet because I don't know if you have done Salem or not. No amount of interesting takes on a character excuses sexualizing a child, it's honestly my biggest ick with the series as a whole.

Back to Agartha for a second... fgo does this thing where it will introduce a female historical figure who is known for having been sexualized and degraded and it will make her character design hyper sexual, and they do this constantly. There are a lot of arguments about this, some say it's about reclaiming a woman's power and agency but I don't really find myself able to accept that. It sort of rings hollow when you are a gacha game that makes money off of making sexy women. It's kind of like a makeup company advertising women's empowerment as a key part of their brand identity. Sure, your founders and employees might really believe that, but you are pushing skincare products towards a younger and younger age demographic because it makes you money.

I don't know if you are familiar with NeiR at all, but the weird guy who makes it has been pretty open about the fact that he made 2b look like that because he thought it would be sexy. I have 0 problems with that, what I don't like is when a game or franchise makes money off of sexy women and then bends over backwards to justify why they do that. But then again, bending over backwards to justify things is sort of Fate does at all times anyway so maybe I'm just over thinking things. It is nice to have a chance to talk about these things and still be allowed to like the series! The fight scenes in fate are peak as are some of the concepts they come up with, I just don't always enjoy it when they start pandering because well. It's not like they're pandering to me now are they?

[trans-mink]

17, 18, 29!!!

17- Your favorite character to write this year?

Kana (my dmmd OC) I loved bringing her to life and giving her a personality even if it was only in a short chapter, I love her

18-The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Sei (also frm dmmd), basically i dont fully understand their lore bcs i havent played a certain route that u need to unlock it but im planning to soon, as far as i know they dont have much screen time anyway so its been good to work out how I want to portray them and their thoughts

29- Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I dont like rereading my stuff cos its cringe but I enjoyed writing this bit kjfnjkfb. (from my ongoing wip The House That Mink Built)

“Mink? That old crank’s long gone.”

“Please Noiz just- look, you’re a pro at sticking your nose in other people’s business.” 

Noiz (hacker extraordinaire) sniggered at that and Aoba crossed his arms impatiently. 

“So can you help me or not?” 

He cast his eyes down and pulled at one of his plugs. “I read his prison file before the Platinum Jail stuff happened. It’s important to know who you’re dealing with and I thought I’d get ahead, however a lot of the data was redacted.”

Groaning in frustration, Aoba made a show of cursing out the universe and most importantly, Toue for making the whole operation as painful as possible. 

“Easy, I haven’t tried to recover it since then but I’m pretty sure I can still get access.” Noiz said.

“Huh? Really!” 

“Give me some time to work on it." 

He almost went flying backward, swept into a tight embrace and Aoba thanked him earnestly. A light bulb went off inside Noiz’s head. A filthy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he snaked a hand up Aoba’s back, taking enjoyment from making him squeak and wriggle in his arms.

“You gotta repay me somehow.” His tone dangerously sultry, lips ghosting over the shell of Aoba’s ear making his breath catch in his throat.

“Rhyme with me. I’ll beat you this time.” Noiz whispered.

Aoba scoffed and pushed himself free, bright pink dusting his cheeks. “Y- you little shit! I thought you’d got bored of that?”

Noiz shrugged. “I don’t do it so much but I want the satisfaction of taking you down fair and square this time."

The grimace on Aoba's face said it all. All previous offers for a rematch were turned down for good reason, his desire for destruction couldn’t be trusted but…

"Do you want to find the crazy old bastard or not?” Noiz pressed.

"I do." Aoba quietly pleaded.

“Hey." Noiz gave him a light smack on the arm. "Relax. You probably won’t need it after how you played last time, but I can make some armour for Ren, adjust the settings and such, we’ll be more evenly matched. Deal?”

What little memories Aoba had of Rhyme were not fond, but he’d come to understand why Noiz’s life had revolved around it. The sense of humanity and belonging must have been immeasurable.

It was when Noiz had dropped by one day that he noticed it; Starting with an almighty THWACK.

He’d stupidly left open one of the top cupboard doors and Noiz walked straight into it. He hurriedly pulled up a chair for him to sit, it sounded painful, but Noiz continued talking like it was nothing. 

Meanwhile, a bruise the size of a Jupiter formed on his forehead and it turned a nasty colour. Noiz reluctantly took the ice pack offered to him and sat there looking grumpy, as if Aoba was the crazy one for being concerned. How Noiz wasn’t face down in agony he couldn’t understand.

The nerve condition that had so often landed Noiz in trouble prevented him from feeling the swell on his skin, cuts, grazes, burns, the little finger that had broken and healed, bent out of shape at the knuckle. None of it bothered him. A problem like that caused a unique kind of pain; the inability to understand how others felt and perceived each other, “the normal people'' as Noiz put it. 

But Rhyme was a whole different world, it allowed players to take every attack at full force like they’d been physically hit and when it was over they got to leave the game unscathed (in most cases). It’s then that Noiz fell back to the numbness of his own reality.

[umbral-archives]

'Ego' Sucktember 2022 Day 11: Lollipop

Temptation of the depraved is not temptation at all.

PROBLEM. Nasty Man. Jerks off in your presence without your knowledge. That is all.

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

AFAB!Reader

Pairing: Murdock (ISWM) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Uhhh. Dubcon. Obsession/Possessive behavior. Voyeurism? Exhibitionism. Public masturbation. Fantasizing. Nasty man. Petnames/'girl'.

Word Count: 1600+

You sit on the couch, engrossed in whatever it is you do on that computer of yours. He’s not gone so far as to snoop into that yet, given that he wants you to have some semblance of privacy.

It’s not anything he doesn’t know already.

What has his attention away from his strategizing– work planning– is once again you.

Specifically the grape-flavored lollipop you popped into your mouth a few minutes ago.

He’d come into the living room when he noticed you out here this morning– spending idle time in the common areas instead of holed up in your room, a sign that you’re used to your new surroundings, used to him in your space– and decided to work at the kitchen table to watch you spend time with you.

Everything was fine, his body hadn’t even responded yet, until he heard the soft crinkle of a candy wrapper, looking up to spy you sliding the fucking thing into your mouth.

Well, there goes him getting anything worthwhile done for the next few hours.

You’re always so goddamn distracting, in his head on his hunts, while he tries to sleep. This is what he wanted when he offered you the apartment over his workshop those few months ago– your ‘relationship’ progressing as he needs it to, but good God-

He’s got his shades on so it’s not dangerous for him to stare, and stare he does, head tilted down so it looks like he’s still on his computer. You have his rapt attention, the man practically drinking in how your tongue laps at the sucker, sliding it back into your mouth, passing it between your cheeks every so often, then drawing it back out to lathe against the flat muscle.

Murdock never thought he could be jealous of a goddamn Tootsie Roll Pop-

Not surprisingly, his body responded almost immediately upon sighting you doing this, and his erection has only gotten worse, throbbing and uncomfortably cramped in his jeans. After about 10 minutes of this, he decides enough is enough, adjusting himself as inconspicuously as he can to grind his palm into his crotch for some sort of relief.

Very quickly he realizes that it’s not enough.

Would you notice?

You are deliciously unaware of his depravity, headphones in your ears, and drawn into whatever little show you’re watching. He’s at enough of an angle that you can’t see him in your periphery. The windows don’t have a reflection to let you see him. The tablecloth hides his lower half from you.

It’s a risk he’s willing to take. Besides, why shouldn’t he? You caused this, after all.

As quietly as he can, Murdock unfastens his pants- metal clasps instead of a button, easier access- and subtly adjusts himself enough to remove his cock from their confines. The cool air is a balm against his heated skin, making him hiss softly under his breath. Two fingers spread the already liberal bead of pre collecting on his tip over his cockhead, using it as a lubricant. Murdock’s not so much trying to get on with it as he is teasing himself, content to watch you and ease his fingers around his tip in a semblance of what your mouth is doing.

It’s silly for you to waste your time with things like those shitty little toys of yours, that sucker. He can tell you have an oral fixation with what all you preoccupy your mouth with. Gum, candy, ice, pens, your own fucking lower lip sometimes. He could very easily satisfy your cravings with something a bit more substantial, fill you like you crave, like you deserve.

That hand comes up, taking a drink of his water and collecting as much of the condensation on his glass as possible, even dipping a non-contaminated finger into the liquid. He can’t very well spit into his hand without risking you seeing and getting suspicious, so this will have to do for now.

And do it does, giving him enough to at least start, gliding his fingers over his shaft in at a lazy pace, leaning his head on his arm so the motion is less noticeable. You haven’t even glanced at him in the last 20 minutes, all your attention on that movie. He watches your expressions shift and wonders what you’ll think when you see him for the first time. That surprise, maybe– or perhaps that excitement, biting your lip like you are right now, lollipop forgotten in your hand.

God, what he’d do for that to be him.

Perhaps you’d sink to your knees before him, hands gently sliding up his thighs as you take in the sight. Your teeth would worry at your lip, eyes wordlessly asking permission. 

You don’t need permission, pretty thing, this is your cock, now.

You’d start with the tip, obviously, or perhaps drag your tongue up the base of his shaft beforehand to tease yourself, to taste him. He’d groan when you take his tip into your mouth, gently sucking, gently rolling his piercings against his shaft with your tongue. They’re sensitive, you know?

You’d struggle to take more than half his cock into your mouth, he knows that much. You gag on your toothbrush sometimes, poor thing. He’ll just have to train you.

Of course, not without a few sessions of choking on his cock, pretty little face flushed and tear-striken, spit oozing down your chin-

As you’d start to bob your head, you’d apply gentle suction to him, using your tongue to tease his slit and letting your spit coat his shaft. That’s a good job, Sweetheart, getting Sir’s cock nice and wet for you. He’ll have to eat you out again, make sure that little cunt is nice and ready for when he-

You shift suddenly on the couch, and the motion is enough to bring him out of his little fantasy. He’s forced to stop, the burn of arousal in his gut and throb of his cock a protest against it. You’re only up for a moment to refill your drink and swipe another sucker from your candy dish, given that you finished the other.

Good, let’s not deprive him of his little show, hm?

When he feels safe to continue, Murdock is more focused on chasing his high now than teasing himself. The risk, the thrill of getting caught quickens his hand, lightly biting the heel of his free hand as his thighs twitch.

He wonders if you’d touch yourself as you sucked him off, sank those deft little fingers into your cunt, and curled them in time with your bobbing. Would you edge yourself? Would you try to mimic his prowess, make yourself squirt while he cums down your throat? God, he’d love to see that, your pleasure coating your thighs as he chokes you on his cock-

He coughs quietly, trying to mask a moan when he realizes he’s close, thighs jumping, one leg bouncing rapidly from the pressure. You’re licking the damn sucker again, each slide going straight to his dick. He’s almost lightheaded from the sight, from the raw want edging him closer.

You’re under his goddamn skin. You plague every fiber of his being, while you sit over there, none the wiser to it all. At least to what he understands.

Perhaps its time for some quid pro quo.

All it takes is you sucking the fucking thing back into your mouth– sucking, the light clack of hard candy against teeth he wants to feel just lightly scrape his shaft– to send him over the edge. 

He groans weakly, quietly, curling over the table and cupping a napkin he’d thankfully grabbed to catch his release. The shocks of pleasure lancing up his spine make his leg muscles clench, his body twitching every so often, squirming in the seat while trying to stay still and resting his forehead on the table. Murdock has to resist the urge to edge himself, cock pulsing in his hand as he pants, mind swimming.

Such a waste when he could be spending himself deep inside you-

“Hey-” Your voice cuts through his post-orgasm haze like a knife, making the man jerk up and look at you.

Fuck, he probably looks flustered as all hell right now-

"Are… you okay, Murdock?” you ask, gazing at him with concern written across your face. Concern for him. Oh, you sweet creature.

“Yeah, I-” he clears his throat weakly, nodding his head at his computer, “- I just fucked up on some work. ‘m feelin’ a migraine start to come on, I think.”

You frown, sympathy etched across your face as you shift about to face him. His heart lurches in a weird, warm way at that. Sweet girl, you needn’t tempt him like this.

“Do you want me to cook tonight? I could always order takeout so we don’t have to worry about it.”

Your smile twitches to life across his lips as he lays his head across his arm, hand crumpling up the napkin to hide it. Always so good to him, so domestic sometimes. Is it any wonder he fell for you?

“Anything but Chinese, please. I had that for lunch yesterday and it didn’t sit well with me.”

You smile softly and stand up from the couch, phone in hand. You know exactly what he’d like tonight and you wander off into the back office to find the menus.

With you gone, he quickly cleans himself off and places himself back in his pants, making sure that nothing hit the floor or even worse, the underside of the table. As he rushes to the sink to wash his hands and hide the evidence of his depravity, a thought occurs to him.

He’s noticed that his loads seem to be bigger now, because of you. Perhaps it’s that he wants to provide for you.

Sweet little creature, you deserve it, after all.

Just like he deserves all of you.

And he'll have it.

[mysticmellowlove]

a/n; i'm starting to figure more things out now. it's still like im a boomer trying to work a phone though. wild. also take a split scenario, on the house. also i am late once again but it's only because i finished off like three modules yesterday.

warnings; sub male, blowjob, eating out, face sitting, dom reader, male reader, fem reader, mean reader/slightly mean reader

word count; 886

Male Reader

Your lips pursed as you scrolled through your phone, swiping past various pictures of some sort of model. A small hum left your mouth as you began to think deeper into things, the world really was vain...

A pop echoed throughout the room as cold air hit your cock. You lowered your phone and looked down towards the floor. Your boyfriend sat there, a pretty little pout on his face as he looked up at you through his eyelashes.

"Why aren't you paying attention to me." He childishly whined, his bottom lip poking out. He mustn't of noticed it but the slight sheen of precum only made him look more whorish.

"I am, I am..." You droned on, knowing that the more disinterested you looked the more enthusiastically he would suck you off. It wasn't that he did a bad job in the first place, in fact he always seemed to know exactly what you wanted. Sometimes you just like to be.... an asshole. Usually it for your own entertainment as well. Others had called you a bastard over it but you saw no difference in anything you did.

Besides he was still with you, still at your feet looking up at you like some sort of depraved dog.

"You're not, you meanie." In fact you would even go as far as to say that he too had a plot. No one took as much pride in being a brat compared to him after all. A deep sigh left your mouth as you threw your phone over to your shared bed.

"Sorry baby." You crooned, hands going to cup his cheeks. They warmed under your hands as a smirk crossed your features. Slowly your finger swiped at his lips, picking up some of the leftover precum there. He watched with rapture as you lifted it to your own mouth and licked it off. A nearly indetectable shiver ran through his body.

"Promise I'll give you all my attention now though, so why don't you go back to sucking my cock?" He seemed to wait no longer, going to lick wide stripes down the side of your cock. A satisfied groan left your mouth as you tangled your fingers in his already messed up locks, directing his head to where you wanted it.

A sound of surprise left him as you forced his head onto you, sliding into the warmth of his mouth. Your fingers tightened as a round of laughter left you.

"Fuck! Feels good... Is this enough for you huh? Want me to use your mouth baby?" A sharp chuckle left you as you went to move his head back and forth. His hands curled around your legs, fingernails digging into your skin.

"Hah~ I might just keep you down there forever, force you to make me cum over and over. How does that sound baby?" As you expected he didn't have an answer for you.

Female Reader

You batted your eyelashes as you fixed up your hair, making sure it stayed in place as best as it could in this situation. In front of you was the mirror you had hung opposite your bed for moments just like this.

If you glossed over your painted eyelids and tinted lips then you'd be able to see the image of your boyfriend underneath you in the mirror's reflection. His hands were grasping your thighs as he worked his tongue over your folds.

Cheekily you laughed to yourself.

"You look so pathetic right now~" A hum left your mouth as you trailed your fingers through his hair, stopping every so often to tug sharply at it. The groans coming from him worked on your pussy similar to a vibrator, sending shocks right to your core.

"It's almost as if you belong under me. Isn't that sooo strange." He wasn't able to see the nasty grin you had plastered onto your face. Other would call you annoying, too enthusiastic and overzealous but your boyfriend was different. Your ever so lazy boyfriend would let you do whatever you wanted to him.

If he barely had the energy to make daily decisions then why should he be anywhere but underneath you?

"You've stopped. Need air baby?" Your head tilted to the side as your hands left his hair, going to make sure the necklace he brought you for your anniversary wasn't getting tangled. His response to your question was a squeeze of your thighs. Your eyes rolled as a snarl replaced your bored look.

"But I haven't even cum yet~. You really are lazy aren't you." Reluctantly you shifted to the side, getting off of him for a moment. He seemed to blink in the sudden brightness, his eyes bleary and his mouth open as he took in little breaths of air.

"Have anything to say for yourself?" A drawn out hum left you as you looked down at him.

"Sorry..." You rolled your eyes again, he may be lazy but at least he looked remorseful. You had no worries in your mind though, he never broke a promise after all.

And he had promised to make you cum this morning. Now you were just wondering what he had up his sleeve.

[erenisms]

IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR BLOG AAAA

Can you do a levi x reader with any format where the reader is badass, a lil bit scary and strong, but when with levi she does cute things that make him want to smile and kiss her then and there. Like holding his sleeve, being clumsy, making random cute noises or obsessing over a random rock

my kind of dumb | levi ackerman

you and levi are two strong soldiers who are weak for each other. as much of an idiot as you are with him, he knows he's much more of an idiot when he's with you because he just lets you be an idiot.

pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader

genre: fluff, crack - this is like the light-hearted version of tired | levi ackerman

warning/s: cursing, mc with a rock is dangerously cute >:(

word count: 1987

omg, really? thank you ! m sorry, it took long, but i finally found time to continue writing!

WHEN I READ THE ROCK PART, ALL I COULD THINK OF WAS LEVI AS ELMO

“No offence, Kirstein but you look like someone who will be in Military Police.” You mused, leaning against a nearby tree.

“Is it because he looks like the horse on their jackets?” Connie piped up from behind a wobbling crate that he was struggling to carry.

“Shut up, baldy!” Jean snarled, dropping his own crate in indignation before whipping his head at you to nervously demand an explanation. “Wait, uh, what do you mean by that?”

“Well, when Jaeger was talking about you and the other 104th cadets, the way he described your personality wasn't exactly... you know, pleasant.” You shrugged, pushing yourself off the tree and lifting twice the amount of containers that they did.

Connie and the other few cadets who are helping with transferring the supplies stared at you in bewilderment as you nonchalantly toss the heavy materials around without breaking a sweat. They started thinking if you actually need their help at all. Truthfully, most of the soldiers just volunteered because it was you who asked.

They seem to hold you in high regard and they weren't wrong to do so. Not only you are one of humanity's aces, but you are also approachable. You are the only superior that doesn't totally scare them off. Granted that a part of you was still intimidating but at least you don't look like you're going to use them as titan baits— not like you'll need it.

“Damn, must be nice being gifted.” One of the soldiers from the back mumbled, earning an elbow to the side from his companion.

You craned your head to the side and stared in their direction and squinted. It looked like you were glaring at them.

“Hn?”

“W– We're sorry, squad leader!” The two men saluted clumsily before scurrying away.

“Huh?” You briefly wondered what those two were apologizing about before staring again at the purple butterfly that flew by, its colour was rare.

“Is he trying to ruin my image or something?” Jean continued to press, scowling at the mere thought of Eren's existence and ignoring everything else.

“Calm down, Jean, s'not like Eren will say anything wrong.” Connie teased, trying to keep himself from snickering which earned him a nasty glare from the other male.

“Don't short circuit on it.” You snorted, amused at the two younger soldiers.

“That bastard! What could he have possibly said about me?!” Jean continued to fume, determined to defend himself in front of a very admirable superior.

“Dunno, can't remember it well. Hey, you both, are you done over there?!”

Jean's jaw dropped. He wanted to clear his name and image because he doesn't want a bad impression on you, and honestly, who would? But then you simply turned away from him and went back to your task as if it didn't matter and he's not sure if that's a good or bad thing.

“Yes, ma'am!” Two female soldiers enthusiastically replied, happy to be acknowledged and not scolded.

You gave them a grateful smirk and checked your list of inventory to wrap things up. Frankly, you meant no harm to Kirstein. You did not care about what you heard about him because you want to see his character on your own before judging him. You just tried to stir a reaction because Levi often complained about how Kirstein and Jaeger have petty, childish fights.

“Go back to work already.” You ordered at the duo of Jean and Connie.

And speaking of Levi, the man was walking towards you and ignoring all other cadets who proudly saluted at him. The cadets felt giddy. They're not only seeing one super-soldier but two. Some stared at Levi in awe but most were full of fear. You waved at the approaching man with your clipboard, meeting him halfway.

“Hey, what're you here for?” You smiled at him, placing the checklist on top of a nearby crate.

“You didn't eat breakfast earlier. We're going to the mess hall for early lunch.” He flatly said, leaving no room for protest.

“Eh? We're not done yet though.” You reasoned. “Don't worry, we're almost finished—”

“These brats can do a task as basic as this. And if they can't, they'll be sent to the fields.” Levi fixed his emotionless stare at the frozen cadets who watched the two of you interact.

“Well, probably but...” You pursed your lips and looked at your group of soldiers, too.

You know they're trustworthy enough but you don't want to dump your job at them. The others noticed your unease and decided to shout their own assurances.

“We'll be fine, Squad Leader [Last Name]!”

“Yeah, don't worry about us!”

“We will do our best!”

“Scout's honour!”

Levi stared down at you with a look that said ‘I told you so’.

“Fine, fine.” You gave in, rolling your eyes playfully. “Kirstein, I'm leaving you in charge.”

“Holy shi— I mean— Yes, ma'am!” Jean saluted stiffly, turning around proudly and trying not to seem too boastful in front of two superiors.

You turned your back at the cadets with Levi, giving one last wave before walking away together.

When the two of you were far enough to have privacy, you reached out a hand to grasp at the cuff of his sleeve softly. You touched your cheek on his shoulder and looked at him with your doe eyes.

“You're so mean to our fellow soldiers sometimes.” You spoke, speech slightly slurred with the way your cheek was pressed against him.

Levi rolled his eyes and shook off your hand that held his sleeve. As painfully adorable as your quirk of holding his sleeves, he wanted to hold your hand. He replaced the sleeve with his own palm instead and you immediately intertwined your fingers together.

“Those idiots won't do a decent job if you don't get strict with them. They're being too comfortable.” Levi scoffed, letting you swing your hand with his.

“Hmm, I guess so. Say, do you think butterflies— ack!” Your random question was cut off when you tripped on grass, a grass (which was your way of defending yourself because you totally didn't trip over your own feet), and face-planting straight on the soil when accidentally let go of Levi's hand.

“Oi, are you alright? Damn idiot.” Your dark-haired companion hid the slight panic in his voice well because he is, unfortunately, used to something like this.

You didn't answer him. Levi stared. You laid there for a couple more seconds. Levi crouched down to check if you hit your head that hard. Suddenly, you brought yourself up quickly, your head nearly hitting him square on the jaw if he hadn't reacted fast enough.

“Hey, do you think butterflies fly at petals because they look like other butterflies waiting for their soulmates?” You asked, seemingly more excited than before like nothing happened, like you were just really lying on your stomach on a soft patch of grass cozily.

Levi breathed deeply and suppressed the urge to rub his temples. You two are far from being butterflies yet he found you without waiting. Maybe you are a pretty butterfly so you came to him. He won't tell you that though.

“Dumbass, they're not attracted to the petals. They come to flowers for pollen and nectar.” Levi stated, actually unsure of his answer because he didn't have the privilege of education as a kid before turning his back to you and continued walking. “Now, come on, we're wasting time.”

“Eh?” You just blinked at his retreating form.

You didn't follow him. You didn't even stand up. Instead, your focus was caught by something that for some reason, stood out in your eyes. You grabbed the little thing and held it under the sun, smiling at its appearance.

Levi who slowed down his walking so you'll be able to catch up immediately noticed that you didn't follow him fast enough. And then his [Name] senses told him that you weren't planning on catching up to him anytime soon. He exasperatedly trudged back to where you were and saw you crouching on the grass. Levi narrowed his eyes.

“[Name], get off the ground. It's filthy— is that a fucking rock?”

He momentarily paused in his steps, face contorting incredulously. You fully faced him and held out the object in front of you to show that it is, in fact, not a rock but a stone. A pretty one at that.

Levi stared at the rock in your hand, then back at your face with his mouth slightly agape. He blinked once, twice, and finally decided to compose himself. He raised a brow, jaw almost opening again because he still can't believe what is happening and raised a brow to ask why, why do you have a rock?

“...”

“...”

“...It's smooth.” You mumbled, answering his unasked query as you clutched the stone almost shyly. “Plus the colour's nice. It's got white specks in it.”

“That's dirty.” Levi sighed, already knowing there's no winning this nonexistent argument.

“It's okay, I can wash it.” You declared proudly, earning a facepalm from the man.

“[Name].” He called sternly but it didn't affect you at all.

“Yeah?” You just tilted your head so innocently while petting that stupid rock and Levi wanted nothing but to swallow it so you'll stop giving it attention.

No, he's not jealous of a rock. That's fucking dumb. But if it meant wasting your precious time that he managed to stole from working with other cadets, he's not going to have it.

“Get up already.” He strongly clasped your wrist and pulled you up with enough force so you won't be able to resist but not enough to hurt you.

“Oof!”

And not to yours and Levi's surprise, your feet caught on another... grass. Once again, you lose your balance but instead of soil, you landed straight onto Levi's toned chest that you could feel under his clothes. He caught you with ease, wrapping his arms perfectly around your waist to secure you.

“Hi.” You greeted, chin resting on his chest as you hugged him back.

“Klutz.” Levi rolled his eyes while his lips formed a small smile as he pats your head.

He gently pushed you off of him but didn't let go of your hand. Funnily enough, it was the hand that still holds the dumb rock. Levi opened your palm and almost scrunched his nose at the sight of the object. Never had he been so infuriated over something so insignificant.

“You're really going to keep that thing?” He grimaced, glaring at the rock in disgust.

“No.” You answered shortly and Levi was about to sigh in relief until you started speaking again. “You are.”

You left the stone in his hand. He stood there frozen, and if you weren't you, he would've thrown it at your face. But because you're [Name], all he wants to do is forget about that stupid rock and kiss your stupidly cute face—

“It reminds me of the colour of your eyes.” You admitted with a tiny grin, tilting your head slightly on the side.

Levi's grey eyes widened a fraction for a split second before clicking his tongue and turning his head away from you so quickly, you thought he might crack his neck. You nearly squealed when he grasped your wrist once more and started dragging you to the mess hall without a word.

You didn't dare ask him anything because you know Levi didn't like to talk. But that didn't stop you from wondering what the hell has gotten into him that he speed-walked out of nowhere. Meanwhile, Levi just refused to let you see the heat that somehow travelled to his face. You've done far cheesier things, unknowingly and not, he should be used to this. So he doesn't know why in the world is he flustered now.

Levi wanted to laugh. You're stupid. The rock, no, the stone is stupid. And he, too, is stupid— stupidly in love with you, that is.

requests are open!

- love, zari

[poppy-metal]

im trying to do work but I need to get this out: bully!Eren who indulges you when you say you want to take control (he’s curious okay) he even lets you tie his hands behind his back (soft! i dont think you’d realize How Much this means he trusts you) so he looks like obedient subby boy but man would NOT stop running is GOD DAMN MOUTH ugh he’d be so annoying anyway the main point is: grind on him then gag him with your panties, no think of later consequences just shut up the bastard now 🌙

Listen i am a subby SUBBY bitch but sm abt seeing someone at ur mercy on rare occasions,,,,,-mmf

Him bitching at you and taunting you for not being able to go through with it, he doesn't think you'll last 5 minutes. Imagine his shocked expression when you stuff your panties in his mouth and straddle his hips like a little feral cat, glaring at him as you tell him to shut the fuck up, for once.

god, seeing his cheeks flush and his gaze go hazy when you tease him? don't give him your pussy right away, notch it between your slick folds and let it glide there, the tip catching on your hole every now and then, and then. Then you can degrade him. "Such a good dildo," you pant, "this is what you were made for isn't it? making this pussy feel good, god, i bet you can't even think about anything else, can you, huh? What no words?"

He's glaring at you and you can see his arms flexing against his restraint but his cock is rock hard and leaking against your cunt, betraying him. He lets out muffled choked whimpers as you continue to torture him, eyes sliding back, neck arching. Perfect for you to give hickeys.

You tell him he doesn't need words, that all his mouth should be good for right now is pleasing you and begging you for your pussy. You only take the panties of of his mouth to immediately cover it with your slick heat, riding his eager tongue as he laps at you, "now who's the fucking dog," you tease, "ah! fuck, you're just a good boy aren't you, baby, mm, that's right, maybe if you beg real nicely for it...I'll let you inside"

and he does, know completely broken and at your percy, giving your little clit sweet kitten licks and kissing your thighs when you pull away, he gives the best puppy dog eyes, "p-please" he begs, cock red tipped and leaking.

"Please what, puppy?"

"Please f-fuck me, need your pussy, need it so bad, ah!-"

The way his toes literally curl when you finally sink down onto him, nails digging into his pecs bordering on pain. You can only manage the taunts for a couple more seconds, his thick cock filling you up so nicely, you end up bouncing on his lap, fucking you both stupid as he babbles under you about how good it is, the praise bringing you to the edge at the same time you using him like a sex toy does him.

You collapse next to him, energy depleted, and curl into his chest. Eren just breathes heavily for awhile in blissed out silence, starting up at the ceiling in wonder.

You have to tease him just one last time, "wow you're really pussy whipped aren't you" you grin.

eren throws you a nasty side eye and pinches your hip, making you yelp, "i may be incapacitated right now," he relents, "but don't think for a second im not getting you back for all that shit. A dog? Really?"

"hey!! you've called me worse and besides you do act like one!! a bad one, bad doggy"

his grin is slow and lazy, you've really managed to temporarily tame the beast. "Can it, small fry, you like my creative nicknames," he pauses, "and now that i think about it, maybe being your dog isn't so bad if it means you'll fuck me like that," a smirk, "next time you wanna bounce on my cock like a little rabbit, judy hopps, just ask"

"Wait does that make you nick wilde-"

[aoi-moved]

Heylo it's me, the one who is piss-poor at remembering names lol. Now that i remembered Anthon's name, may i request 'come back to bed' for him? Thanksss!

mornings.

[ anthon / gn! reader ]

[ notes: of course! here you go!! it’s not very nsfw, it’s just you and anthon waking up the morning after. he says some nasty stuff tho so watch out ooo. not under the cut this time because im mobile bound rn :( ]

After a… tiring night with Anthon, you slowly open your eyes to the sun shining on your face…

…And, of course, Anthon clinging onto your side for dear life, still asleep. He was naked, and was covered in bite marks and scratches. Honestly, it looked like he was having an affair with a feral raccoon. Well, no one could blame you for marking him up so much, he quite literally begged for it. A sucker for pain, that one.

You carefully pried yourself from his arms to go make yourself some breakfast. Some cereal sounded okay. It was fast and easy, and even though you were really craving cheesecake, you definitely would not have it for breakfast. Maybe. Okay, cheesecake for breakfast sounded great, but probably not the healthiest thing. You were getting distracted.

After the two of you had sex last night, you had helped Anthon clean up, and changed into a T-shirt and some shorts. You never really liked going to bed naked, you had a weird fear of bugs crawling on your bare skin at night. Unrealistic, as you kept your house pretty clean, but still.

You stretched your legs. After staying in the same position while sleeping, your legs had cramped up. How unpleasant.

A whine came from behind you.

“Ah… more…” Anthon mumbled behind you. His breathing was getting heavier, and his face redder.

Was… he seriously having a wet dream? The morning after he had sex? Horny bastard.

“Anthon.” You sternly shook him awake.

“H-huh?” Anthony’s eyes shot open, wildly glancing around until his gaze landed on you. “Ah… but, my dream…”

“Let me guess, I was in it?”

Anthon blushed. “Yeah…”

“What was I doing in it?” You sighed. You knew where this was going, but it didn’t hurt to ask.

“You.. had tied me up. And you were overstimulating me, fucking me over and over until I was milked dry…” Anthon recalled, practically drooling. “Ha… I’m so pent up…”

“I’m making breakfast.” You deadpanned.

“Wait!” Anthon grabbed your shirt frantically. He looked up at you with a half-lidded, seductive gaze. “Won’t you…come back to bed?”

“Sex later. Breakfast now.”

Anthon groaned in response. You knew you were leaving him hanging on the edge. He could deal, it would just make the pleasure feel even better later.

[george-fabian-weasley]

Fred Weasley — Helplessly Part 3

Summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, Fred was rushed to he muggle hospital for better treatment of his injuries. While in a coma, his soul stayed with you for a couple of months. He watches as you went through the stages. And he watches when you start to write a song, just for him.

Words: 2, 681 words

Warnings ⚠ : I don’t think this fic will have anything BUT sadness and constant pain and heartbreaks sdhsjd im sORRY

Disclaimer: This one... hurts a lot

TAGLIST FOR HELPLESSLY: HERE

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 (COMING SOON!)

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CHAPTER 3: I'll Follow You

He woke up alone. 

Fred Weasley woke up with no idea where he was. ‘This… This isn’t Hogwarts?’ he thought. The fluorescent light above him was a bit bright, yet he didn’t feel like he needed to adjust his eyes. Fred blinked, wasn’t he in the middle of a war? The last thing he remembered was saying words to Percy before-

Before the walls.

He tried to move, and was surprised that he can, with complete ease. ‘Wow, and here I thought getting crashed by walls would hurt a lot.’ He thought, scoffing a smile. How the bloody hell did he feel no pain? Absolute brilliant! He sat up from the bed, looking around, looked like a hospital ward.  

Strange, he’s in a hospital but he didn’t feel any pain. Was he visiting someone? That’s not likely, innit?

And then Fred heard the constant beeping. He looked to his right, there’s a peculiar machine showing a line going up and down. Then his eyes darted to a wire connected to it, and then followed his eyes until the very end.

A hand.

Fred tilted his head, slightly confused. He blinked a few times. He just woke up in a hospital… And he saw a beeping muggle tech machine… and now there’s a hand…. Whose hand is it?

He looked to the hand, that hand looked awfully familiar, looking like George’s. But George’s hand is less calloused than this one. So naturally, Fred sees the owner of the hand when he turned around.

It’s… It’s him.

Fred felt the blood draining from his face, his heart felt like it did a somersault and a fucking split to the ground.  He instantly jumped out of the bed in shock, his eyes were the size of two golf balls. Even with bandages, he knew that was him.

It… It could be George, though. But that thought was quickly thrown out the window. He’s lived with the man all his life; he knew they were both very different physically. Fred was, rightfully to be frank, terrified.

Why was he there? In bandages? If that’s him, then what the hell is he doing standing here?! Fred walked closer to ‘himself’, thinking to himself that this might be some prank George pulled on him, Polyjuice potion and all. Upon thinking that, Fred relaxed; actually convinced his brother was pranking him.

“Ha, ha. Funny.” Fred muttered; a relieved smile painted upon his lips. For one second there, he really thought he had gone crazy. He looked around, “Oh, Georgie? Where are you, you little git?” He sang playfully, chuckling to himself. This prank was a great one though, he had to admit.

Fred’s eyes darted back to the man on the bed. He smirked to himself, wondering who did George had successfully coaxed to drink that nasty Polyjuice to turn into him. His mind instantly thought of you, and his smirk widened.

“Oh, goodness. Why is there another me here? I wonder?” Fred faked a shocked voice while simultaneously walking closer to the man, whom he had convinced himself was you under the Polyjuice potion. When ‘you’ didn’t react, he chuckled a little bit more, “I know it’s you, darling. C’mon now, trying to prank Fred Weasley? The prankster himself? Really, love?” 

He reached his hand to touch ‘yours’, only to realize his hand literally went through it. Fred frowned, he reached again. His hand went through the other hand, again. At first, Fred thought this was some sort of magic going on, a hologram at some sort, but the one who looked like a hologram was him.

“Bloody hell-“ Fred inched away fast; his feet stepped back a few steps in newfound fear. He looked around hastily, “This isn’t funny anymore, George. Knock it off!” He shouted across the room, yet nothing happened. He looked back to ‘you’, “Y/N, you can wake up now. This isn’t funny.” When ‘you’ didn’t react, Fred gulped. “Y/N!” He called again.

“Fred!!!”

Fred snapped his head upwards, his heart dropped at the sound of your wail. “Y/N…?” He whispered in horror, eyes darting back to the man on the bed, “Who the bloody hell are you…?”

Fred heard your scream again, and quickly without any thinking ran out of the ward, looking left and right at the unfamiliar surroundings. Suddenly, he saw Bill. He was with Fleur, looking distraught and anxious to the group of nurses at the counter, who instantly got to their feet, some calling the doctors while some followed Bill and Fleur.

He instantly followed them, “Bill!” He kept calling his older brother, but Bill didn’t seem to notice. Fred was far back, yet he kept calling for him. “William Arthur Weasley, you deaf git!” He muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth. He grew more anxious when he heard your screams getting louder, “Fred!!!! Let go of me!!!”

“Y/N?! Y/N!!!” He shouted back, he had lost Bill among the people, yet he kept following until he reached a ward. “Freddie!!!!” You were screaming, with tears non-stop scrolling down your cheeks, a strand of saliva was visible at your mouth, showing how many times you had called for him.  

A group of doctors had pinned you down, and quickly injected you with something, making Fred furrowed his eyes in anger, “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?!” He shouted. He looked at the surroundings of the room, everyone was there. 

Why was Molly crying hugging Hermione? And why was George just standing there? 

“George! What are they doing to Y/N? Why aren’t you doing anything?!” He shouted, yet George seemed to ignore him. His heart tore apart every time you screamed his name, you were looking very distraught, and scared, and anxious.

He literally ran to be beside you, kneeling to the ground, “Y/N, love, I’m here.”

Yet you kept crying, until it slowed down, “Please, I need to see Freddie… He almost died in my arms, please…” was your last whimper before you passed out. Fred frowned, “Y/N, darling, I’m here! I’m not dead, I’m here-“

His hands that were to cup your face went through you.

Feeling fear right about now is the understatement of the century. Fred had never felt so horrified, in his life. Not even when he was fighting the Death Eaters a while ago, not even when the walls shattered him. This… This is terrifying.

He turned his head to the group of people who were now lifting unconscious you back to bed. He stood up slowly, gulping as he took in your state. You had heavy eye-bags, your skin was pale, and you looked exhausted. Yet you never failed to make his heart flutter at the very sight of you.  

As if adding oil to the fire, Harry who was beside him just stood up and bloody walked through him. Not walk past him, through him. As if he’s just a ghost.

Fred froze. Is that what he is now? A ghost? Like Peeves and Moaning Myrtle? He quickly looked down at his body, checking himself. No, he isn’t glowy blue, nor is he see-through. Fred was confused and terrified, and that two feelings together were never a good mix.

“I told you it’s a bad idea to tell Y/N so soon, George.” Fred turned to Ron who was looking to George who looked distressed. “Now’s not the right time for you to pick up a fight with me, Ron,” George growled; his eyes were dark. Fred realized George’s state was similar to yours. In fact, everyone looked exhausted. His heart broke at the sight of the quietly crying Molly who was still in Hermione’s arms.

“You could’ve told it later.” Ron, ignoring his brother’s warning earlier, continued with silent rage. “Ronald,” Hermione warned, glaring at him. “Then what am I supposed to do, you bastard? Is it your twin who’s in a bloody coma and your best friend hyperventilating, losing their mind? Am I supposed to carry this burden alone, huh you git? You’re fucking 18, Ron, use your bloody brain for once.” George snapped and walked out of the ward, seemingly wanted to cool off.

Hang on. What did he just say?

Fred gripped the bed railings to balance himself, his head suddenly went dizzy. “Coma? Me?” He whispered, not believing his ears. So the man earlier, that was really him? Not you under the Polyjuice potion? So, him standing in your ward right now, what was he? A ghost? A million thoughts swarmed Fred, he felt his chest tightened and he almost couldn’t breathe.   

“Why did you have to do that, Ron?” Hermione sighed out, Molly had just calmed down and excused herself to the bathroom. Ron didn’t answer her, and just walked out after looking solemnly in your direction.  

Harry sighed, “I’ll go get him.” He said, glancing at sleeping you, and left the ward. Slowly, the ward became empty, and the only ones there were Fred and you. His grip on the bed become tighter at the sight of you.

“F… Freddie…” Suddenly you mumbled out, and a tear rolled down to your sides. Fred was beyond devastated, heartbroken even. You looked so miserable, and Fred wanted nothing more than to hug you, caress your hair, and just whisper sweet nothings to you.

“I’m… I’m here, love.” His voice quivering, his hands trembled severely. He wanted to kiss your forehead, but the fear of his lips not touching your skin scared him more than ever. He wanted to wipe your tears away, so bad. Without warning, his own tears scrolled down his cheeks. But the tears never drop to the floor, they just vanished into thin air the moment they left his face.  

Fred felt a painful tug in his heart, he was beyond devastated. You were right there, and he could see you, but you couldn’t see him.

No one could.

The thought of being invisible made Fred’s crying worsened. He started to scream within his cries, begging anyone to just listen to him or actually notice he’s there. Fred wailed, screamed, shouted, with tears running profusely, the saliva in his mouth kept coming out as a result of his excessive breakdown.  

He was screaming his heart out, yet no one was listening.

Fred had to crouch down beside your bed as his knees turned weak, his head facing the ground, silently begging to see if one of his many tears would plop to the ground, and actually wet them. But the moment they jumped from the edge of his face; his tears vanished.

Fred calmed down a few minutes later, he was growing exhausted from the mental breakdown he just had.  He stood up trembling, his mind still distraught and disheveled, and his eyes softly darted to you.

He weakly smiled, “At least I got to see you, love.”

A week passed and Fred had accepted the fact that he was indeed in a coma, and his soul was out of his body, resulting in him to be like… this. 

But it wasn’t easy for him. 

He had to watch Molly and George take turns to look after him and Y/N, and they seemingly took turns crying for both of you. Fred was sobbing in the corner of his ward when Molly was crying while wiping his body, the view of his mother crying over him was absolutely heart-breaking. Molly was the first woman in his life, and he dreaded the fact that he couldn’t hug her, nor even touch her. 

He also discovered that his body would also cry whenever he’s crying, resulting in Molly crying even harder as she realized her unconscious son was also crying silently. His heartbeat would also match his body’s heartbeat. When he was having a breakdown at Y/N’s ward a while ago, his heartbeat was very fast, causing the beeping machine to enhance its pace. 

So Fred had jumped to the conclusion that somehow, he and his body are still connected. And with that being said, he’s not a ghost. Only a lost soul.

Fred would always visit your ward. He couldn’t sleep, but he would close his eyes at night so that his heartbeat won’t increase rapidly, in order not to worry his family. He would smile whenever you smile, just silently watching you communicating with Hermione. But as soon as he realized that you had nightmares at night, he couldn’t sleep after that.

So he would sit at the empty chair beside your bed whenever it’s empty, and just watch you sleep. When it’s time that you woke up crying, Fred was grateful that Hermione was there to calm you down, he couldn’t even describe the pain in his heart when he sees you so distraught.

And it broke his heart, even more, when he found out the nightmare involved him.

You were… suffering because of him, and Fred had never felt guiltier. He had also discovered that he could touch objects, he just couldn’t touch humans, which explained why he woke up laying on a bed, instead of sinking. He didn’t do anything to you though, he was afraid it would worsen your condition.  

That night came along. For the nth time, Fred felt his heart breaking at the sight of you sobbing on Hermione’s arm, once again attacked by the same reoccurring nightmare. When you begged Hermione to go see him, he had expected Hermione to say no, that’s what she’s been saying for the past week.

It’s a pleasant surprise when Hermione agreed.

You didn’t know, but Fred walked beside you and Hermione, watching your every step so you wouldn’t trip. He knew how weak your legs were, he was there when the doctors explained your condition to Molly. If it wasn’t for him being invisible, it would look like Fred was worrying for you at every step you took. He quietly smiled to himself, knowing it would annoy the hell out of you whenever he does that.

“Hello, Freddie.” Your quiet voice made a slight tug on his heart. You were holding his hand, and it was killing Fred that he couldn’t feel your touch. Or your warmth. He had to control his tears when you begin to sob on his body, his cold hand became the resting place for your forehead as you leaned forward. 

He had never wanted to touch you so badly, and it’s torturing him to control his tears because he knew the body would cry as well, and he didn’t want to sadden you any further. No words could describe the pain in his heart, and how fast his heartbeat is becoming. You didn’t notice, seemingly had filtered out the beeping sound from your mind to focus on your lover.

“I missed you, darling. I’ve missed you so much…” He heard you whisper while caressing his face. Fred was right in front of you, the only thing between you two was his static body on the bed. 

Fred forced out a chuckle, faking the laugh so his tears won’t come out instead, “You have no idea how much I missed you as well, my love. No idea…” When you left, after kissing his knuckles, that’s when Fred broke down. He had never cried loudly before, courtesy of sharing a house with several people for years, but when he does, it was refreshing.

But he had never felt so alone. 

So he understood your feeling when he saw you leaning against your bedroom door, crying in the dark at your apartment once you’ve been discharged. He decided to follow you home because he couldn’t bear staying at that cold, lonely hospital any longer.

 His home was you; you were his home and you still are.

And his heart bleeds; because he knew he was your home as well. And while he’s right there in front of you, sitting across you with tears in his eyes, begging you to see him so you won’t cry out of agony again, you didn’t know. 

You would never know.

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✶  —  las rosas están cayendo   ;   j.m. 

summary: you're a figurehead in a far-reaching criminal underground operation that's offered jesse mccree haven and work in the last few years. your relationship with the cyberized cowboy is complicated but oh-so lovestruck.

pairing: jesse mccree / reader, est. relationship

tags: fluff, angst, good guy falls for the bad guy who’s not so bad

a/n: i’m simping, it’s fine

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Jesse McCree likes the Silkroad's End. Always has.

The place's very namesake pays homage to some dark web marketplace that operated back in the 10s; it's fitting, Jesse thinks, since the entity itself certainly fits what he'd imagine the personification of that very digital market to be. Dark, a bit shady, and always crawling with folks who aren't really who they say they are.

Staff changes every three weeks. Location, too. Lucky for him, the only thing that stays the same is the barkeep. Everything else is rotating, always moving, always changing. It's best that way.

Truth be told nothing in the States offers true anonymity, anymore. All that's long since past. Every damn street corner has a camera watchin'. But, the Silkroad's End is good — and discretion is their business. They offer what people like Jesse McCree need:

Trustworthy resources.

Even still, knowing about the Silkroad's End is one thing.

Getting in is another entirely.

Jesse's learned not to be startled when a stranger ambles up and slips something in his palm — might get 'im killed someday, but for now, he offers a gentle tip of the hat to whatever camera is eyein' his current move in whatever city he's in.

The chips — obsidian colored and round — are few and far between. There's a chain-code implanted in the micro-computer inside that registers a location on his personal data-device; but without that chip, he ain't gettin' inside. It's one use, one time only.

This time, the den is a quiet little place on a side street in New Orleans.

This chip was delivered to Jesse in a seedy bar bathroom — and as he shoved it into his pocket and muscled up his tawny-colored jeans, he was left grimacing. Bastard that gave it to him didn't even wash his hands. Just pissed and dropped it on top of the urinal.

The den is downstairs, and Jesse turns in his chip after finding the little location to a towering omnic who reminds his a little bit too much of a certain butler he once knew.

"Might wanna wash that."

Spurs tinker on the wooden steps, and when the door's eye slot slams open, Jesse is met with the gaze of a human this time — an unknown staff member with a tattoo that crawls up the side of his head. There's a tense silence. Then, the slot slams shut.

With a quick yank of the three-inch durasteel door, Jesse finally steps foot into the Silkroad's End.  

And, with an elated sort of smirk, he swaggers right in your direction.  

Jesse reckons it's been four months since he's seen you — the ever-present barkeep and present owner of the Silkroad's End  — last ;  could be that you're one of many owners and operators, as he suspects but... Well, Jesse never had enough to go on that hunch.

There he was, as always, distracted.

You know the sound of his spurs from a million others. In an instant, your lashes are flicking up from the bar and through the crowded back room. Tonight is busy — seems a good few members decided tonight would be the night they cash in their chips. You shouldn't be surprised to see Jesse McCree, but...

He's always had a way of knocking you off your game.

"Have I ever told you," comes the low croon as a set of cyberized knuckles rap on the mahogany bar, "that you make the best drinks around?"

Your smirk settles into your words. You move slowly, reaching for that top-shelf whiskey he likes so much.

"Is that why you keep coming back, then?"

Jesse smirks. His trademark hat finds a spot beside him at the bar, and he leans back to run a hand through his dark, wild hair. "One of a handful of reasons I could list, sure."

The drink that lands in front of him is coupled with your full attention.

Jesse feels awfully big in it.

His fingertip tinker against the glass. The sound is pleasing.

Your elbows meet the bartop. You lean. Your eyes drift across his face, and for a moment you find a rush of relief bloom at the realization that there are no new scars. He looks tired, but well.

Alive.  

A lot for a man with a bounty of sixty million on his head.

You work hard to keep that very bounty out of the Silkroad's End 's docket. That ledger of his, deep and relentless, has become harder to ignore in recent months. With word that Overwatch was recalled... Jesse's name had been floating around more than you liked recently.

It made you worry.

Your voice is soft. So is your smile.

Jesse, the sap he is, is glad he's sitting down for the sight of it.

"You look good, Jesse."

He scoffs into the whiskey. His eyes, a dark brown and warm like the run, roll at the remark. You grin.

"M' gettin' old," he rumbles, "And things are changing' faster than I can keep up with."

You don't pry. A habit. A good one, mostly. Jesse has a habit of being an open book. Given the chance, you'll pry later. For now, you opt to air on the side of wistful interest. Fleeting and light.

Your chin finds your palm.

Long ago, you wouldn't have dared to let a soul see you so engaged with a member like this, but... This operation ran on trust. Discretion was a part of the bigger equation and the people in this room?  You've known most of them for years now.

Bounty hunters, arms dealers, drug peddlers.

They know better than to bite the hand that feeds.

"You been busy, then?" you ask, watching the way his eyes stick to you, even when he reaches to dig out a cigar from a pocket beneath his serape. In a flash, he's procured a gilded lighter and flicked it open. The flame dances between you both, and you watch as he puffs the cigar. The embers burn red.

He exhales and smoke swirls around his head like horns — Jesse's lips slip into a lopsided sort of look; more playful than anything.

"That lead you gave me," he drawls, "It worked out. Paid good, too."

Your smile is slow.

This song and dance is always fun.

"Been savin' a few for you," you say, "You're one of the few I can trust to actually bring people in alive."  

"I haven't even been here fer more than a minute an' you're already talkin' business, pumpkin," Jesse grins, all toothy and scruffy, and takes another puff of his cigar, "That all you ever do?"

"You know me, Jesse," you slide your fingers across the underside of the bar, sending the partition up and allowing you to step around. You shrug your shoulders and hang your hands. The way his eyes flick across your figure isn't lost on you.

You cock your head towards the back office as you speak. "Always scheming."

If that ain't the god damn truth.

You're a smart little thing. All devilish wit and pulled strings. You have enough dirt in your back pocket to bring a few governments down, Jesse supposes. Nothing to bat an eyelash at.

He follows with ease; hat tucked upon his head once more, cigar and whiskey held in his hands. He follows you, looming over your shoulder, as the sea of patrons part with sidewards glances and half-aware nods. Everyone has their own business to attend to. You're simply attending to yours.

The back office isn't really much of an office — if anything, it's a refitted storage room. There's a desk, a handful of monitors, and enough security barring entrance to the windowless room that Jesse's roughed up every time.

The omnic patting him down isn't gentle. He tugs the peacekeeper from his hip holster and grunts. Jesse scowls.

That ain't never been a problem before, though.

You, all poised with your arms crossed, wave it off. The gun is shoved roughly back into Jesse's holster. If both hands weren't preoccupied, maybe the bouncer would get more than the nasty snarl Jesse manages as he's waved through. Maybe.

As the door slips shut behind him, the sound of your heels is all he hears.

"Beefed up security, huh?"

Your sigh is tight. He can see the tension along your shoulders when you round the sleek desk in the middle of the room and unlock a drawer. If you'd thought he'd move past your silence, you're wrong.

Jesse isn't like you.

He has a bad habit of asking plenty of follow up questions.

"What happened, pumpkin?"

That damn nickname is enough to spur you to straighten yourself, to set the datapad down gently on the desk in front of you, and to frown.

"There was an incident."

His worry is palpable.

"Nothing dramatic," you wave it off, shooing him slightly when he nears the desk. You walk around it and lean, settling on the edge, "But it was enough to spook a few staff members into being more mindful of who carries in the establishment. Especially behind closed doors."

You've had enough guns pulled on you in your life to know that one could have been the last — but it wasn't. It was fine. Might have earned you a few restless nights and a few connections to clean up, but the disgruntled member was dealt with. That was a month and a half ago now. Distant.

Jesse frowns. He sets his whiskey down on your desk, then leans and smothers the cigar in a fizzle of ash and smoke in the ashtray there.

His voice goes low, gruff, and serious.

"Pumpkin, I ain't a good man," he breathes, eyes low beneath the brim of his hat, "You're better off not trustin' men like me."

He does this every time.

A glimmer of self-consciousness towards his own character.

You know him better than to believe that shit.

"Jesse, if anyone was to put a bullet between my eyes," you mutter, unlocking the datapad with a flick of your finger, "I'd be honored if you were the one to do it."

That earns you a low grumble.

His weight moves to shift beside you. His hip bumps yours. His shoulder saddles right up against your own. You can smell the cigar on him, the burn of the whiskey on his tongue. Jesse is warm. He laces his own fingers together. You can feel his eyes on you as you sift through the files of bounties — and you try not to seem startled when he says your name soft enough it could pass for a lullaby.

"... You alright?"

It's not often you're asked this question.

You were right before — you were always talking business. Personal matters were kept far from any business dealings you did on a daily basis. It was pertinent. Kept the machine well-oiled.

Things with Jesse, though... They'd been different for a long time.

Things changed when the two of you had forgone professionalism once a handful of years ago now. It wasn't long after the first time you'd met him the cowboy had stolen himself into your well-guarded feelings. You blamed the charm. He believed it was luck. Despite knowing nearly nothing about you, he'd become enamored, and — when you'd initially thought the sex was something to sweeten the deal, Jesse quickly made it plenty clear he intended on keeping the sex and the business separate.

The feelings grew between those two things.

Now, in the center of his attention... Well, you feel small.

You let out a slow exhale.

"I missed you, y'know," you say slowly, eyes still trained on the names staring back at you on the datapad.

"Yeah," he breathes, "I missed you, too. Ain't fun bein' gone so long."

"As if either of us has a choice?"

Another hum. This one a bit sadder. Jesse supposes you're right, that it isn't exactly ideal  — and it's not as if he's allowed himself to be vulnerable to anyone else these last few years. Not when he's a wanted man. Not when gettin' someone tangled up in the danger is the last thing he wants.

It was different with you. You knew the danger. You...

Christ alive, he wishes now things were different.

Back then, it was easy.

Coming to terms, now, with the numbing loneliness that hangs itself over the both of you hurts a bit worse. Time is ticking by. He'll be older than he is younger soon.

"You ever wish you could leave it all behind?"

His question is met with a tired scoff. Your cheek finds his shoulder. Your hair falls along his arm.

"And become the world's most wanted woman?"

"What you've got is an empire," Jesse drawls, a hand slowly reaching for your own, "M' sure someone would wanna call it theirs ."

"And then what happens to the tired, old queen? The queen who knows what makes that empire strong?"

Your quirk your brows. Jesse sighs.

"... Point taken."

"I made my bed," you say with a measured sense of finality, "And I've gotta lay in it, Jesse."

His eyes dance alight when something then that's tempered with fire; he blinks down at you through thick lashes as he speaks.

"Wouldn't mind layin' with you..."

It's husky. Drawn out. Nearly a sigh, especially when his fingers slip along the curve of your wrist and draw up to your cheek.

"I'm starting to think you come here," you mumble with an edge of sarcasm as his nose brushes yours, "For more than just business ."

"Oh, sweetpea," Jesse grins as he whispers, "It's been that way for a long time now."

The kiss is bruising — the sort you missed horribly in those months apart. It's lip and teeth and scruff; the brush of his beard is enough to make you smile, enough to make you abandon the datapad on your desk.

Enough to keep you distracted enough that you don't notice Jesse McCree tapping an encrypted data transfer skimmer over your datapad.

You'll notice in the morning.

And by then, he'll be long gone.

[devilmeows]

14 for the first prompt list and/or 15 for the second?

im a simple person, i see and/or, i disregard the or and i do Both

14. "But I love you!"

15. A and B reminisce about the first time they met.

again not beta read because it's midnight, my beta reader is Busy and my brain is Melting

14. "But I love you!"

Today was the day: Astrid was finally going to see Off the Hook live. Well, she’d see them through a screen, because train tickets to Inkopolis were expensive as hell. She was supposed to watch the concert with Viv, but unfortunately the inkling had caught a nasty cold and Finn had to practically tape them to their bed and bribe them with an astronomical amount of snacks to get them to stay home and rest. Oh well, at least they’d still be able to watch the concert. And there would probably be more concerts for them to attend together. One day.

There was still about half an hour to go before she would be sent the link to the website that would host the concert, but Astrid was already fully ready, sitting cross-legged on the floor with her bottle of juice and a packet of instant noodles she’d prepare once she received that link. Because then she’d have exactly fifteen minutes to do so, and it was just enough for her to cook and immediately inhale her food. And then the concert would start. It would be so cool. Her tentacles, which were tied in a simple ponytail for once, couldn’t stop twitching with excitement.

“Astrid?”

The octoling took her eyes off her computer screen to look at her girlfriend. His head was poking out from behind the wall that separated the living room from the corridor that led to their room. He was smiling one of those smiles that preceded him asking for a favour, because he knew Astrid couldn’t resist it. And he was doing the thing where his freckles flashed just a little bit for even more cute points.

“Yes?”

“Your concert’s starting in half an hour, right?”

“Yeah, about half an hour. Why?”

He stepped into the living room as his smile widened, holding two consoles in his hands.

“Wanna play some Pokémon with me while you wait?”

Astrid blinked. She hadn’t played Pokémon in a while, but Robin had been playing a lot of it since she’d introduced him to it. She figured he would like it, and she was happy that she’d been right. Sometimes, the sounds of Pokémon battles were her background noise as she worked on something else. Whenever she looked up from her work, she’d see Robin looking either very focused or smiling at his 3DS, both of which made her feel warm inside.

“Sure, why not.”

Astrid patted the floor next to her as an invitation for him to sit down. The other octoling happily complied, plopping down beside her and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. He handed her her 3DS, the silver one. She checked the cartridge slot at the back, and saw that her copy of Pokémon X was already in it.

“I was thinking of doing battles,” Robin said as she turned on her console. “I have a bunch of Pokémon I need to evolve first, but there’s a few teams I built that I’d like to try out! And also I just want to kick your ass.”

Astrid scoffed. “I’d like to see you try, my dear. My Pokémon are unbeatable.”

Robin smirked and hummed noncommittally. Astrid squinted at him, but he only smirked wider. I’ve been playing this game for longer than he has, she thought, and my pokémon are strong as hell. There’s no way I’ll lose. She was certain she could wipe that grin off his face in less than five minutes. She’d kiss him to make up for utterly defeating him. And then she’d kiss him some more, because he deserved it.

After making an Onix, a Feebas, a Haunter and a Pumpkaboo evolve, as well as accidentally trading the same Pidgey twice, they finally started setting up their battle. A simple 4v4 so that it wouldn’t take too long, any Pokémon, no banned items- Astrid did think that last rule was a little strange, but she didn’t protest. None of her Pokémon held any items anyway. The screen of her 3DS faded to black as she accepted Robin’s battle invitation, and as the Pokémon selection menu and both their teams appeared, she frowned.

“Alomomola, Houndoom, Mienshao, Cinccino, Bronzong and Cryogonal?” She thought out loud. “That’s...a team.”

“That’s my team!” He replied with a smile. He was sitting in front of her now, so that they wouldn’t be able to see each other’s screens. “I like it very much. I named the Mienshao after you!”

“Because I punch people in the face with my long arms?”

“That, and because you’re really pretty.”

Astrid’s lesbian brain froze. “How dare you.”

“Love you!” Robin blew her a kiss.

Finally, the battle started. Astrid led with Blaziken, while Robin led with Alomomola. Hm, a Water-type. That’s not good. That’s fine, I’ll take the risk anyway. She used Slash to gauge how much damage her Pokémon could land, and to her surprise, the move only took a little of the pink fish’s HP. Said pink fish then used Wish. Huh. Well, I’ll try something more powerful then. Before her Blaziken could use Sky Uppercut, Robin switched his Alomomola out for his Mienshao. Astrid almost felt bad as her alter ego took a good amount of damage....only to be immediately healed by Wish. Hm. Well, that was fine. Nothing to worry about. It’d be dead by next round.

...Except it did not die. Strangely, it seemed to take less damage than it had taken the round before. Astrid the Mienshao proceeded to use Swords Dance. Astrid the Octoling smirked. I’ve got you now! One more Sky Uppercut, and the enemy was almost in the red. Could’ve used Flare Blitz and killed it in one go, but oh well.

“Goodbye, me!”

The Mienshao used Aerial Ace. Her Blaziken instantly fainted.

“Yeah,” Robin said with a smile, “goodbye you!”

“How-” she shook her head. “It’s fine, I still have enough Pokémon to whoop your ass.”

Her girlfriend had the audacity to snort, so she sent out her Gengar. With one hit of Psychic, Astrid the Mienshao was gone.

“Aha! Take that.”

“Hm, okay, didn’t think you’d outspeed me, but okay!”

Robin sent out Houndoom. Astrid immediately retrieved her Ghost-type, letting Houndoom use Nasty Plot in the process. She squinted. Time for a quadruped fight I guess, she thought, sending out Luxray.

“What?”

“I am not sorry~” Robin sing-songed as his Houndoom took out her Luxray with a single Flamethrower.

She had no idea how that had just happened. The Dark-type even took some damage for some reason. “Okay, you know what?” Astrid sent out Gengar. “Fuck you!” She made it use Dazzling Gleam, which took half of the opposing Pokémon’s HP. But a second later, it was taken out by Dark Pulse. “How?”

Robin giggled, looking far too happy at Astrid’s distress. She was down to one Pokémon now, while the other octoling still had three. This wasn’t fair!

“It’s all up to you, big bird,” she muttered, sending out Honchkrow.

At the sight of the Flying-type, Robin gasped. He retrieved Houndoom, instead sending out...

“Oh and I was worried that I’d lose,” Astrid snorted as she watched a Cinccino appear on the field, “but you send a pile of fluff at me?”

Robin said nothing. His Normal-type’s HP dropped to the orange after Honchkrow’s Wing Attack, but that didn’t seem to alarm him. Instead, he just smirked as he tapped on the move his Pokémon was going to use. Astrid cracked her knuckles, ready to watch Night Slash obliterate the fluffy chinchilla- except said fluffy chinchilla somehow attacked first. It used Rock Blast. It was super effective, but it was fine, it hadn’t done a significant amount of damage. Maybe the deities of random would smile down on her and let the move only hit twice.

Except the deities of random had nothing to do with this. Rock Blast hit twice. Three times. Four times...

“What the fuck,” Astrid whispered, eyes widening as her pokémon’s HP started getting dangerously low, “What the FUCK- WHAT THE FUCK!”

Robin didn’t say anything, because he simply could not stop his laughter. He only laughed harder as his girlfriend threw him a shocked and outraged glare when her Honchkrow fainted after the fifth Rock Blast hit.

“HOW DID YOU DO THAT WITH A CINCCINO???”

The other octoling was now laughing so hard he was practically crying. Astrid’s tentacles twitched so much they were threatening to snap her scrunchie.

“Skill Link-” he took a deep breath, “Skill Link is a wonderful thing, my dear.”

“You- I- I- What-” Her stammering threw Robin into another laughing fit. Oh, her pride was wounded, injured, deceased on the floor. She must’ve looked hilariously crestfallen, because he laughed harder every time he looked at her. She threw her hands up in the air, then lightly pushed him. “How dare you do this to me! Go away!”

“But I love you!” He protested, wiping his tears dramatically and making his freckles flash at the word love.

“I don’t!” She joked, pointing towards the kitchen. “Go away!”

Robin was still chuckling as he stood up, blowing her one last kiss before he disappeared behind the kitchen wall. Astrid sat there, pouting, staring at her 3DS that still showed the Cinccino’s smug little bastard face. How dare. How dare he be better than her at Pokémon while he’d only started playing the games hardly a month ago. It was impressive though, how he’d managed to do it. The Pokémon he’d used weren’t the most popular and you didn’t usually see them in people’s top 10 favourites. Maybe there was a reason why he had picked those Pokémon in particular? She remembered how Houndoom had taken some damage with every move it had used, and something clicked in her brain. Wait, isn’t there a whole section of players who play strat? Is that what he did? She’d never bothered to go into that, simply because she had no patience for all the grinding it took to get a perfect Pokémon: she was good with spamming Flare Blitz until it knocked something out.

Her computer’s ding made her jump, and suddenly she remembered what she’d been waiting for and all the adrenaline rushed back into her body. There it was: the concert link! Her phone buzzed with a few texts, probably from an equally as excited Viv. Before she read those though, she needed to make her food. She clicked on the link and reached for her noodles as the page loaded...only to be met with thin air.

“Peace offering?” Robin had returned, smiling, with a steaming bowl of instant noodles in one hand and a can of soda and a pack of cookies in the other.

You’re too good to me. Astrid pretended to still be annoyed for a second before she made grabby hands at the food.

“Offering accepted!”

The purple octoling’s tentacles twitched happily, and he once again sat down by his girlfriend’s side, carefully setting down the bowl so that it wouldn’t spill. When he put down the soda and cookies, Astrid shuffled closer to him and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the chopsticks lying on top of the cookies, “but you didn’t have to do this, I still have fifteen minutes before the concert.”

“But I wanted to do this for you,” Robin replied with a purr. “Also, sunshine, I love you, but you’re way too excited to be allowed in the kitchen. You’d burn everything down.”

She slurped her noodles very loudly. ...Can’t argue with that.

“Can you explain how you did that, like, after the concert?” Astrid asked, pointing at her 3DS.

Robin smiled, and his freckles glowed happily. “Of course I can.”

He leaned against his girlfriend’s shoulder. Both of them purred.

15. A and B reminisce about the first time they met

Reef's heels clicked against the hard floor as she furiously stomped towards her office. Several octolings hurriedly stepped out of her way as they saw her- as they fucking should. She was in no mood to deal with any of their bullshit today, and if anyone got too close she would not be held responsible for how her tentacles would react. They were already having an absurdly hard time not busting out of her kelp's grasp. When she finally reached her office, she kicked the door open and slammed it shut behind her, effectively making the walls around her tremble. She stood there for a moment, looking around for something to smash against the ground with her entire strength, anything she could tear apart to channel her rage, but there was nothing that could be spared in her office today.

Absolutely fucking peachy.

Instead, she settled for a frustrated roar and went to sit down on top of her desk. She brought her hands up to her hair, and her impatient tentacles almost slapped her arms as she untied the strings of kelp. Once that was done, she buried her face in her hands while her hair writhed wildly.

Reef had received a report on more deserters today. Four of them had died - good fucking riddance -, two of them had been captured - she'd pay them a visit later - and only one of them had made it to the surface alive.

And of course, that had to be fucking Oleander.

Out of all the octolings that had managed to make it out alive, it just had to be her, because the world hated Reef apparently. It had to be her ex, the woman who had had the nerve to break up with her simply because she thought that maybe the inklings weren’t that bad and life on the surface could be nice.

(And also because she didn’t like how Reef treated everyone around her, but Reef didn’t see what the problem with that was, so she’d dismissed that thought entirely.)

She wished she could’ve been there. She wished she could’ve been the one to catch these traitors in the act. She wouldn’t have killed them, no: death was much too kind a fate for the likes of them. There was another place, far deeper underground than the most distant domes, that was perfectly suited for traitorous octolings. A place where the sunlight they chased after would never reach them.

Had she been there, that was where Reef would’ve sent Oleander.

She tried to picture it: her claws gripping the scientist’s shirt, holding her at arm’s length above a gaping, dark hole as she tried to escape her grasp- but she flinched as she tried to have a look at her face.

Reef let out a low growl.

Reef had no friends. Reef didn’t need friends: she had been created for one purpose, and one purpose only, and she was going to make sure she’d be up for it. Friends would only slow her down. The mere concept of friends hardly existed in the domes, anyway: you either had siblings or sparring partners, and that was it. There was no time for friendship when you were fighting a war.

But for some reason, Reef wanted to be friends with that octoling.

Her hair was what first caught her eye: in the midst of all the vivid colours, her lavender really stood out. A pretty colour for a pretty octoling. Reef saw her once on her way to training, and then no sign of her for a solid month. But she sure was on her mind. Moderately tall, dark green eyes, a neutral, almost bored expression...Probably a scientist, judging from the long white coat she’d been wearing.

At first, Reef didn’t exactly like how much she thought about that octoling. It made her feel things. And she wasn’t a fan of feeling things.

She saw her again during training. Reef had just successfully beaten an elite soldier to a pulp, and she’d been so busy gloating about her victory to the other soldiers watching that she almost tripped over the pretty octoling she’d been thinking about nonstop for an entire month as she inspected the defeated soldier’s wounds. Dark green eyes met ice blue, and Reef smirked to hide her embarrassment. Always an excellent go-to reaction to have. Smile, your big fang freaks them out and makes you look scary. And for some reason, the scientist mirrored her smirk.

“Impressive,” she commented. “I am no expert on fighting, but even I can tell that you are quite skilled.”

Reef felt her hearts miss several beats. “Why, thank you,” she replied, having no idea how she managed to keep herself from stuttering. “But that was nothing. You should’ve seen the time I fought three whole soldiers on my own and won.”

She flexed her precious muscles in a way that she hoped looked cool and somewhat natural. And somehow, that worked: the scientist’s gaze flicked to her toned arms, and stayed there for a long moment. Reef felt like she might explode right under the octoling’s eyes as she then glanced at her exposed abs. Ah, yes, she was quite proud of those too.

Someone behind them shouted something that Reef didn’t quite catch. Immediately, she turned around, tentacles flaring and coiling like a snake about to strike as she aimed her octoshot at the crowd.

“What was that?”

Silence. The assembled octolings all looked away, looking either embarrassed or scared. Good.

“Thought so.”

She clipped her gun to her belt, then turned back to the scientist, who was now looking at her with a new, admirative shine in her dark green eyes. The two octolings smiled at each other.

“I’m Reef,” she said, holding one hand out while the other rested on her hip. “Reef Moltentide. DJ Octavio’s future second-in-command, as soon as he gets tired of his current one.”

“Oleander Rivea,” the lavender octoling replied, shaking Reef’s hand. Her skin was so much softer than her own calloused hands. “I am simply a scientist...for now.”

Ambitious. I like that. Her smirk only grew wider.

They saw each other regularly after that event. Sometimes, they simply waved at each other when they had no time to speak, and sometimes they talked and talked and talked, until Reef could practically hear her voice in the silence as well as recall every detail of Oleander’s face once they parted ways. Their feelings quickly evolved into something that went way past simple friendship, but as it turned out, Oleander liked to make it a little difficult for Reef. She could tell by the amused glint in her dark green eyes as she subtly flirted with her in front of Reef’s superior officers, and how she stared at her through lidded eyes just a moment too long as they tested their newest model of googles. Those were moments where it was impossible for the elite soldier to flirt back, or else she would lose her position, or worse. She loved it, though: it always left her wanting more. She wanted so badly to hold Oleander’s waist and pull her closer, so close that she would be able to see every single detail in her irises, so close that she would feel her heartbeats under her skin. Every time she thought about the pretty octoling, Reef realised how much she wanted to kiss Oleander.

And her wish was granted on the night that they were both promoted: Oleander as dome 1’s head scientist, and Reef as Octavio’s second-in-command. After the mandatory celebrations and hours of being congratulated by every meaningless octoling in existence, Oleander had pulled Reef away and into her room, and they’d hardly waited a moment after the door was closed before they kissed. It was just as intense and felt just as amazing as Reef thought it would be. She held her face between her hands, tilting her head whenever she wanted to deepen the kiss, while the lavender octoling slowly ran her hands through the elite’s black and red tentacles. Occasionally, she would pull at them to interrupt their kissing and simply see Reef’s playfully irritated frown. She was the only one who could poke fun at her without consequences, and she knew it.

They didn’t sleep much that night.

That memory was followed by cold, cold dark green eyes, staring at her for one last time before storming out the door. And as her anger and frustration rose once again, another nasty, nasty feeling wormed its way into the mix: sadness.

She still loved Oleander, and she fucking hated it.

“Fuck off!” Reef barked as someone knocked on her door. With Oleander gone, there was only one person who she couldn’t be rude to, and Octavio did not knock: he simply came in uninvited. Therefore, she was perfectly allowed to tell whoever was behind that door to fuck off. Besides, everyone knew that, if they valued their life, they stayed away from her when she told them to.

Apparently, this octopus didn’t particularly care about their life, since they let themself in anyway. Reef’s gaze snapped up to meet the other octoling’s eyes. Of fucking course it’s the Callisto sister. She didn’t know her name, but she didn’t need to know that to remember how much of a pain in the ass that octopus was. She had always defended her worthless sister before they escaped with Ida, and since then she’d been particularly keen on annoying the hell out of Reef whenever she could.

(She remembered with a pang of anger that her other sister had been Oleander’s student.)

“I said,” Reef enunciated in a dangerously low voice, “fuck off, Callisto.”

Callisto said nothing. She simply stared at Reef, her gaze even and pink and blue tentacles staying perfectly still as opposed to her superior’s, which were vibrating with fury. There wasn’t a trace of fear in her eyes or posture, and Reef hated that.

“I have orders from DJ Octavio himself,” she eventually said. “He wants to see you in his throne room.”

Just what I needed, the commander snarled to herself, clenching her fists. Out of all the people he could’ve chosen to deliver this damn message, he picked the one I want dead the most. Sometimes she wondered if Octavio was as smart as he pretended to be. She took a deep breath and stood up from her chair.

“You’ve done your job,” Reef growled, “now leave.”

“I have one more thing to do before I leave,” she pulled out a file from the bag that Reef only now noticed that she had. “Oleander Rivea’s personal journal. I thought you might want to...peruse it.”

The insolent octopus had the nerve to smirk.

Before Callisto had the time to react, Reef gripped her face with one hand, placing her sharp claws at the junction between her head and her neck. The octoling’s smug expression vanished instantly, and was finally replaced by fear. With some anger too, because this was Callisto, and she hated Reef as much as Reef hated her.

“You are on thin fucking ice, Callisto,” she hissed. Her writhing tentacles cast a shadow on the shorter octoling, and she pierced her skin as she tried to wriggle out of her grasp. Dark blue blood started trickling along her neck. Reef smiled.

She would’ve stayed and punished Callisto some more, but Octavio was waiting for her, and she wasn’t in the mood to put up with the King lecturing her, so instead she tossed the soldier to the ground like a rag doll. She immediately brought her hands up to her neck, hissing in pain.

“Now get out of my sight.”

[housamo-side-blog-2]

April Fools PART 3

[OUTSIDE OF THE IKEBUKURO GUILD]

Your party had arrived at the famous guild of all Toshima,The Ikebukuro Guild,whose members are full blooded fighters that fight everyday at an underground coloseum of the guild, There the guiild master Claude sits on his seat watching the gladiators fight to their hearts content,hearing the cheers of the audience and basking in triumph, 

Harumo: Whoah!, Its huge, Is this the Ikebukuro Guild.?

Shiro: Yes,Do you not remember?,This is the place where you rescued Kengo,

Kengo: Hey!,I wasn’t rescued,You came here just to convince me to comeback to school,

Harumo: Wow, I really rescued you Kengo?.

Kengo: No,you didn’t, Hey Shiro! stop lying to Harumo.

Shiro: If memory serves, he saved you during that exception incident.

Kengo: Ahhh, Fine,You annoying bookworm.

Shiro: What was that?!.

Ryota: Hey Kengo, What do exactly have in mind to help Harumo about his memories?.

Kengo: Didn’t i tell you, We go there,Harumo is gonna fight someone,Easy peasy.

Harumo: Do i really have a saying for this plan?.

Kengo: You’ll be fine,You’ve dealt much more worse than this.

Your party waik towards the entrance doors of the large building,When stopped by the guilds trusty guard dog and questioned.

Garmr: Stopped,Why Kengo here. Garmr no like you....

Harumo: Uhmmm Guys, who’s he.?

Kengo: Oh right, Thi-

With one word from your mouth,Garmr quickly realizes he’s master is here and jumped on top of Kengo and pounced at you,Licking you with excitement and tail wagging furiously to see he’s master infront of him.

Garmr: Master!, Garmr missed master,Garmr wants master to pet him.

Harumo: Okay... G-Good boy?

Moritaka: No, That compliment is not for you Moritaka,you must resist the temptation, Im a proud warrior.

Toji: Inuzuka, is something wrong?.

Moritaka: No,Nothing at all.

Garmr: Wait, Why master here?.

Kengo: Harumo is gonna fight someone.

Garmr: Master fight?!,Tell Snow now......

Garmr rushed to the building to inform Snow about a fight,That everyone will not missed,You however is getting nervous from it,since you’re gonna fight someone inorder for you to summon your sacred artifact.

Kengo: Welp, Lets go in.

Harumo: Wait,already?.

Kengo: Yeah, People are gonna love it.

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Summoners: I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

[Claude’s Office}

Claude,Guild master of the Ikebukuro Guild,Organizer of the fights on the coloseum, With the massive wealth he inherited,He build the great coloseum for his own amusement,to watch he’s gladiators fight to their hearts content.There in his office he Sits on his desks looking quite bored as he reads the documents compiled on his desks,

Claude: Hm, It seems im getting quite bored with this fights, I wish a miracle would happen right now.

Snow:Darling master,I humbly apologize if the fights are adding to your boredom,I’ll negociate with some guilds to have a fight on the coloseum.To ease your boredom.

The room falls silent,....Until Garmr jumped out of the doors like a madman and quickly taiks to Snow,Whom is quite aggitated by the rude behavior.

Snow: Garmr!,What did i told you about opening doors.

Garmr:Ummm,Sorry, Master here,Said he wants to fight.

Claude:Is that so?... HAHA!,Our dear gladiator never cease to surprise us,He has saved me from this painful boredom,Snow set our gladiator to fight Macan.

Snow:As you wish darling master, Garmr lead Harumo to the a room to prepare.

Garmr:Yes Snow, WOOF.

Claude whom 2 minutes ago was bored and now back to his usual charismatic grin,Snow waiks towards the locker room where Macan is,Garmr leads Harumo to a room in order to prepare for his inevitable fight with the number 1 ranker of the Ikebukuro Guild,Macan.

Your party were waiking towards the underground coloseumn,When you were pounced by Garmr to come with him to the room for preparations.

Harumo: Wait,Im going to fight right now.Also who is it im going to be fighting.

Garmr: Master Claude said Macan.

Kengo:You’ve got to be kidding me here, Macan really is it that too much.

Shiro:Well for starters,They don’t know about Harumo”s memories being lost.Though,It is a little bit too much to pair him to Harumo already.

Kengo:Little bit?!,We’re taiking about the number 1 ranker of the guild,plus a bloodthirsty monster that literally wants to eat everything.

Ryota:Can he really eat anything?,Really?

Moritaka: I sure hope Harumo will be able to remember how to summon his sacred artifact from this plan.

Toji: Im starting to doubts in this plan of your Takabushi.

Kengo:Do you guys think i would let my partner be in harms way.

Besides im going to be his teamate in this fight,So you don’t have worry.

Harumo:Really?,You’re going to be my teamate in this fight.

Kengo:Yeah, I promised that i will protect you and fight with you side by side.

Harumo:Pro..missed...

A sudden image appeared in your mind ,A picture of 2 hands shaking as a sign of deal,Appeared on Harumo”s mind. The scenario was a bit shaky and Harumo was in a state of blank in reality.

Ryota:Uhm,Harumo? You okay?.

Harumo:Oh, Yeah, I just ......remembered.. something.

Shiro:What is it?.

Harumo:Hm,...Ah,Its a bit blurry,But i saw ...two hands shaking.

Shiro:Two hands? Shaking?.....Hm

Shiro: It appears to be a memory you’ve lost.

Ryota:Does this mean he’s starting remember something?.

Shiro:It appears so, And i hate to say this but.....Kengo’s plan might actually work. 

Saying does words almost made Shiro puke for the fact that Kengo’s plan is acutally working, 

Moritaka:Shiro are you unwell?.

Shiro:N-no,its nothing, Its just disturbing to me.

Ryota: Don’t worry Harumo will be cheering for you as loud as we can, So be c-careful o-okay.

Harumo: Yeah, I’ll try my best.

Kengo:Lets go partner,See you later guys.

Moritaka: Give it your all you two, Fight valiantly.

Harumo:See you later guys.

As both of you departed you and Kengo went to the preparation room,Your friends went to the audience to find a good spot to watch your upcoming dangerous fight,With the intent of remembering how to summon your sacred artifact.

Now inside the locker room of the bersekers,the room is fume with the smell of sweat and blood from the gladiators who simultaniously take turns fighting one another in pairs, There Macan is seen punching a sandbag and ripping it to shreds like a vicious beast who got his prey, Snow enters the room to inform Macan about his upcoming match whom he doesn’t know who is going to be his next prey, 

Snow: Hello gladiators, I would like to inform Macan about his upcoming match today, 

Bathym:Hey Snowy, Macan is going to fight today?, Who’s his next prey,

Nomad:If you’re wondering where that idiot is,His over there chewing the sandbags again.

Ikutoshi: Macan doesn’t normally have matches, So who’s going to be his opponent.

Snow: AH, Thank you, 

Bathym:You didn’t even answer my question.!

Snow waiked towards Macan,Chewing and ripping the sandbag and other furniture he could get his hands on, You can tell by the number of broken benches and stuffing layed on the floor beside him, There Macan didn’t notice Snow approach him.

Snow:Macan,I would like to inform you about your upcoming match,

Macan:*Chewing* Huh i’ve got a match today, Whoever it is i’ll pass i’l just that sucker up,They have to be juicy you know.

Snow: I assure you your opponent will do you nicely, Because your opponent will be....Harumo.

The room falls silent,The rankers shocked and Macan stopped chewing the ripped sandbag,His eyes widen, Macan breaks the silence by.

Macan:WHAT?!.

Bathym:Harumo is here?, And he’s gonna fight Macan,WHOOOO this is going to get nasty.

Ikutoshi: Harumo’s gonna fight this bastard, But not me, Whats going on here.

Snow: We don’t know exactly,But as long as my darling master Claude is happy,Then i have questions to asks.

Macan:HAHAHA!,That guy has a lot of guts,I like it,I can finally devour him and he’l be mine.HAHAHA.

Macan grits his teeth in excitement,The bersekers are intrigued and a bit suspicious about it, Horkeu Kamui, The 7th ranker happens to have arrived at the coloseum, Whom doesn’t know his beloved hero is here aswell,everyone of the rankers aren’t fully aware about Harumo losing his memories again,So they couldn’t help but feel excited since Harumo is admired by everyone he comes across with.

Horkeu Kamui:.....

Horkeu Kamui waik towards the halls of the guild to ask Snow about his upcoming match. 

{PREPARATION ROOM}

Inside the room escorted by Garmr,You and Kengo both discuss about your strategies and coming up how to target his weak spot ,But...

Kengo:Hey partner?,You okay.?

Harumo:Kengo,...Are you sure i’ll be able to get my memories back?.

Kengo:What do you mean?

Harumo:I mean...What if..I can’t remember everything.

Kengo:To be honest with you....Im not entirely sure whether this will help.

Harumo:What?!,Then why did you 

Kengo:Its because i want you remember the times we fought side by side!.

Kengo:I ask Shiro about this and he said.

[FLASHBACK]

Shiro:I get that you plan to have him remember the times you fought together, But there is a high possiblity this won’t work. 

{END OF FLASHBACK]

Kengo: Whatever that nerd says, I don’t care, I promised that will fight side by side and im not gonna let you fight this on your own,BECAUSE We’re PARTNERS REMEMBER!,

Harumo:Part....ners

A sudden image again appeared on your mind,This time an image of a large transient infront of you and there was someone by your side ready to fight with you, And a quick flash of someone kissing you,You couldn’t make who it was because you saw the scenario with from your front.But the person closely resembles someone very familiar to you. And another scenario where the person whom fought with you said the word.PARTNERS!.

Kengo:ahh.Hey Harumo ,You okay there?.

Harumo:Oh. Y-yeah its nothing.

Kengo:Alright then,Lets go,Are match is coming soon.

Harumo:Wait?!,Really!?..

Kengo:Yep, Just remember if you can’t handle him,lure him to me,.

Harumo:O-OKAY.

Your friends were waiking on the halls of the guild finding the audience section to watch your match,feeling worried and nervous about the fight that you will fight unharmed, Ryota can’t hide his worrying.

Ryota: IM REALLY WORRIED OF HARUMO!.

Shiro:Thaa,Ryota don’t shout all of a sudden,Im more worried than you right now, I sure hope that idiot knows what he’s doing,If this plan fails then Harumo won’t remember anything at all.

Moritaka: Friends,calm yourselves, Kengo will protect Harumo if he gets into trouble, So don’t worry about at it all, What we should be focusing on is supporting them,rather than making them worry for us.

Toji: I trust Takabushi will protect Harumo if he ever gets in a pitch, Moreover the guildmaster thinks highly of Harumo yet he doesn’t know that he lost his memories.

Shiro: We should tell Claude about this,

Moritaka: I think his office is right around this corner,wait.........Its Snow!.

Your friends runned towards Snow, to inform his about your memories being lost.

Moritaka: Greetings Snow, its been a while hasn’t it.

Snow: Yes, Greetings Summoners, You’ve certainly are an unpredictably guild, asking for a fight all of sudden, May i ask why.

Shiro: Allow me to explain Snow...Ahem.,..Harumo has lost his memories.and were trying to get them back.

Snow:My word!, How unfortunate,I terribly apologize,Moreover are you all inform about his opponent?.

Ryota: Yeah, He’s going to fight Macan right?

Snow:Correct, You see my darling master Claude was feeling bored at that time,When Garmr informed us about Harumo wanting to fight,In his excited state he couldn’t resist to match him with Macan,Also..... Im very grateful to you summoners.

Snow takes a bow to the summoners as a sign of gratitude to them for making his darling master Claude happy,

Shiro: Well, Your welcome,But...... i do hope Harumo might remember something from this.

Snow:May i ask why?.

 Shiro:You see ..Harumo has fought on the coloseum before, And we’re wondering if he fought again on the coloseum,He might remember something from the time he was in the Ikebukuro Guild to get Kengo back.

Snow: I see, I pray for your success, Be rest assured,If Harumo is badly beaten,our medical staff will treat him quickly as possible,

Snow takes a quick bow to the summoners and waiked towards the door behind you all. And....

Ryota:BADLY BEATEN?!.

Ryota can help feeling even more worried from Snow’s words,He’s getting really nervous about his friend who’s going to fight someone big and scary.

Moritaka: Ryota, Do not worry yourself, 

Ryota: How could i not worry?,..Harumo is going to fight someone really scary.And he lost his memories and doesn’t even know how to fight. So excuse me for being the worry wart here.

Toji: Ryota Yakushimaru, How long have you known Harumo,?

Ryota: What?.....Uhm....Months now.

Toji: In those months,Harumo has fought all his life with or without us, Yet he came out victorious and still smiling. Even if he lost his memories,Im sure he’l find a way to come out okay from this. He has done it before haven’t he.?

Moritaka: Toji is right Ryota,He has fought like a great warrior all this time,He gives everything he’s all in every fight and he’l never give up until the end. 

Shiro: I full heartedly agree,When Harumo and i fought during his first day at school we caused that exception incident,He never gave up in the face of danger,Even when i was weak and cowardly,He brought me back up and bring my spirits up,So im sure he’l not give up on this one.

Those words speak words of fact and deep appreciation to the one friend who has shown out of nowhere, Whom Has become a great influnce to every person he comes across with,He has fought for his friends and even strangers even,But thats why he fights. Because every stranger he comes across with has become like he’s own family ever since being summoned to this strange world,Because those strangers are the only ones he got,To prevent from being alone on this strange Tokyo. 

Moritaka:I know you’re worried,all of us are,But worrying won’t help him,The one thing we can do as he’s friends is to give him our unwaverving support to him. 

Moritaka,Toji,Shiro,Spoke out the words Ryota needs to hear inorder to easy his worriying,And it has worked,He is still a little worried but the not kind of worry before.

Ryota: Y-You’re right guys, Harumo is going to be fine.He has Kengo by his side,So i’ll try not to worry to much,

Moritaka:Thats the spirit,Now lets go to Claude to inform him about Harumo’s condition.

Snow:May i join with you aswell,

Moritaka:Yes you ca-......aH,When did you get here?.

Snow:My apologise,i came to get some tea for my darling master,When i heard you all taiking awhile ago,I’l glady escort you all to Master Claude to inform him, And, you will have the best sits to watch them.

Ryota:Really?!, Thanks Snow we really appreaciate it.

Snow:Now shall we be on our way then?

Summoners:Yeah!.

They joined Snow to meet with Claude who is sitting at the best sits in the entire arena, 

[PREPARATION ROOM]

The room both of you are in falls silent as you hear the cheers of the audience reach towards you even though the walls are supposed to be sound-proof, Signing Macan has already arrived at the arena, Kengo gestures you to get ready and get up to waik through the door and go through the halls leading to the arena.

Harumo: Here we go!.

Both of you head towards the halls and are met with audience’s eyes with a look saying  “you’l be dead”,You brushed it off and head towards the arena were Macan is surprised with eyes widen,His teeth griting and starting to drop saliva,like a vicious hungry predator had found his prey, Taurus Maske{AKA  Daisuke from Yoyogi Academy} will be the commentator for the match, And as always he’s hyperness makes him worthy of being a commentor for this match.

Taurus Maske: ARE YOU READY PEOPLE!, IT IS I TAUUUUURUUUUUSSSS MASKE!. Im going to be your commentator today and im would like to thank I Guild master for this match, Here we in the red corner The bloodthirsty Lion of the Ikebukuro guild MACAN!, 

Macan:*ROARS*

Audience: YEAH!, MACAN!,

Harumo:*whispering* Who’s he Kengo?

Kengo:*whispering* Thats Taurus Maske, He’s also a ranker and a very hyper fighter, BUT He’s strong.

Taurus Maske: And the blue corner we have a pair fighting our champion today,  Harumo and Kengo!,

Claude: Hold it!.

Everyone: HUH? *Wondering*

Claude: As the Guild Master of the Ikebukuro Guild,......... I would like Harumo to fight Macan alone.

Claude as the Guild Master has superior authority on his members and also the power to decide who’s fighting who whenever he pleases, Since he’s favorite gladiator is fighting the champion it only makes sense for them fight one on one.The audience takes a second to process what he said and the entire underground coloseum is erupted by loud cheers from the audience signaling for a one on one fight,The summoners and You are both shocked and worried now. Kengo protested and the summoners explained your current condition to Claude.

Kengo: Hey, Whattdya mean he’s gonna Macan alone?,No way im letting him fight him on his own.

Shiro:Guild Master Claude, I wanted to inform you that,..Harumo has lost his memories, 

Claude: Haha!,Splendid this will make the fight much worth to watch,Kengo i would you to leave the arena and let him fight.

Kengo:As if im going to listen to you,No way!,We’re gonna to di this together, Right partner?.

Harumo: Yeah!.

Audience:*BOOING*

The entire arena is filled by the boos and disappointment from their voices,Wanting the fight to be a one-on one. Some are even throwing their snacks at them

Andvari:WHOAH!,.....Hey watch it you idiot, 

Audience member:Hey do you have something heavy to throw,I’ll pay you a thousand coins if you do.

Andvari: Here you go, A dumbell that will be a thousand coins.....Heheh looks like im gonna make a profit after all.

 Andvari who happens to be selling there, Sparked his eyes and make a grin that shows his greedyness,Takes the opportunity to make a profit, By selling snacks but, not as consumables,Rather,Throwable objects to throw at the arena.

You are stuck in a situation where you either ask Kengo to let him fight on your own, or Protest. However.

Macan:*ROARS*

Everyone falls in silence from the roar and Macan,

Macan: Let them fight me, That just means more food for me, Hey Claude let them fight,Its been a while since i have good meal.

Claude took a second to think,Squinting his eyes a looking directly at the gladiators,And

Claude:HAHAHA!, I will allow this,Go Macan feast on your prey,Make this a spectactular bout,A fight to remember in history.

Harumo:Phew, 

Kengo: All right then.

Taurus Maske: Alrighty then,....BEGIN!.

As soon as Taurus signaled it to begin,Macan quickly rushed in,Pouncing at you directly as the main dish,

Macan: Im going to devour you,

Harumo:Whoah!,

You tumbled away from him, As if your muscles are on auto-pilot, Macan tried pouncing at you again, But

Kengo:RARGH!,

A punch landed on Macan’s cheek followed by a sweep kick to Macan”s abdomen, Saving you in the process.

Harumo:Thanks Kengo,

Kengo:Don’t let up,Watch out!,

Macan: RAAAA!,

Macan landed a punch at your stomach,With the force from his punch so great, it throws you at the corner of the arena’s cage covering.

Kengo:Harumo!,

Taurus Maske: Oh!, Thats a punch i don’t want to get,

Harumo: *Gasping for air*

With the impact so strong,It hurts your back and immediately gasping for air almost to the point were you are about to puke.

Kengo delivers a series of combos to Macan followed by the use of his sacred aritfact,While Macan is dodging them and punched Kengo at the face,Throwing him in a corner.

Kengo:Hrgh!,

Harumo: K-Ke..ngo...

You look at Kengo down to his knees while Macan is waiking towards him like a tiger about to it his prey, When you look at him,Your mind flashes an image of you saving someone, You were there when you mutter something,leading to an appearance of a sword in your hands, You could hear it very clearly and the image is starting to become much more clearer in your mind, You’re starting to remember something and that is.

Harumo:Role of the Wanderer, Rule of Rending,Thou who art nameless in this world and powerless to claim this world...Deceive the world,hinder the world,and by thy false name,manifest in this closed domain! Avatar of the Serpent’s tail,severed by the Wanderer!, Bare thy Rule of Rending and cleave all power and authority!

Harumo:Engrame mine name unto thee and come forth! BOUNDLESS TAIL!

A bright light engulfed the entire arena and with that,You’re holding something  in your right hand....... 

Harumo: A sword?!.

Shiro: Harumo...

Kengo: Allright partner you’re back,

Harumo:This? is my Sacred Artifact?, All right then. 

Weapon on hand,you have found a way to beat Macan and charged at him,Swinging it to his body and you’ve manage to cut him.

Macan:*Groans* Not bad,

Macan grins at you when you slashed him and the beast is starting to get more wild as time flies by, 

Horkeu Kamui: My hero....

Horkeu Kamui had just arrived at the coloseum only to be shocked by you fighting Macan the number one ranker,Horkeu stands in bewilderment and watches your fight closely...

Kengo:Hey don’t forget about me idiot.

Kengo who has recovered from the blunt of Macan”s attack delivers heavy combos at Macan who has his back turned around, 

{Punching and kicking sounds}

Macan: RAgh! 

Macan is now fighting two powerful gladiators and he grins in delight and ecstacy to see his food getting more tender and juicier by every second the match goes on. Macan then.

Macan: Ahhh!, I can’t take it and longer!,AHHHHHH!.

Macan”s loincloth started glowing green signaling both of you that his activating his sacred artifact,You instinctively backed away from him and shouted at Kengo to get away, However...

Macan:AHHHHHH! Mad Tiger!,Harimau Gila!,Uraghhh!.

He’s eyes are much more greener than they were and his body grown much more bigger than it was,The crowd cheered in furocity as the summoners watch from Claude’s area,They cheered more loudly to you both, Even the rankers are bewildered as well,Because this is the first time they saw Macan activating his Sacred Artifact during a match, The commentator is yelling in astonishment for the unexpected development of this match. Kengo activates his sacred artifact and you are preparing for Macan”s attacks. But..

Macan: Uraagghhhh!

Harumo: AHHH!.

You’re body recieved hard punches from Macan,However this punches are much more harder than they were before. You used your sword to block the punches however with the force from his punches your guard was shattered, 

Kengo:HARUMO!

Macan:RAAAAGH!

You were hit by a punch at the face that feels like a train ran you over and by the force of it you flew directly at the cage wall surrounding the arena. And brought down to your knees gasping for air, It feels like your lungs are struggling to properly distribute the oxygen in your body.

Kengo: URAAAGH! TAKE THIS YOU BASTARD!.

Kengo delivered hard blown combos at Macan filled with rage, Macan then countered his attacks followed by wild punches.

Kengo and Macan: RAAAAGGGGHHH!.

A bloody slugfest is occuring in the arena and the crowd couldn’t be more happier to see such a display of strength. The summoners however are worried for Kengo as they see their friend getting covered in blood and Harumo is trying to recover from the damage he accumelated. In this moment right now Macan has the advantage, 

Shiro: Kengo.....Please.....

Ryota:KENGO!.

Toji: Stop this match now!, He’s gonna kill Takabushi.!

Claude: I will not ! This is the climax of every bout,This is the moment all gladiators derive pleasure from,I will not let this match stop until one is left standing.

Toji:Why you..

Moritaka:Toji calm yourself,Kengo wouldn’t want this stop either, You have to believe in Kengo right now, He’’l survive.

Toji:*GRITS HE’S TEETH*

Macan with his overpowering strikes he smashes Kengo’s guard and delivered a punch to the face,Beating him down and he;s body is battered and covered in blood.You watch in horror as you see your friend beat down and about to get eaten. Macan has reach the full ecstacy of a beast and is now unable to control himself from grabbing Kengo and about to bite him. However....

LET....HIM.....GOOOOOO!.

By the words shouted by you. Horkeu Kamui is shocked in belief because the sword on his side started shaking and being pulled from the sheath. And a bright glow emerged from both your swords, 

Horkeu Kamui: The ice cleaving blade! It wants to go its master!.

Without hesitation he pulls the sword out of its sheath and it quickly sprang into action and flew towards you, leaving a cold air from its path.

Harumo: A-another sword!?

Everyone is surprise from the sudden apearance followed by a shout from Horkeu saying 

Horkeu kamui: My Hero!, The ice cleaving blade will aid you,Use it now!.

Claude and the summoners are surprised by the sudden development aswell as the rankers and Kengo too,Macan however is now being controlled by his instincts to devour his prey and without hesitation you took the sword and now your other sword has a companion to aid you in battle,Both of your swords glowed in different colors,But your own sword is glowing with the colors of the rainbow, 

Harumo: Whoah...Allright you’re going down Macan!.

The crowd cheers you on,and without hesitation you rushed towards Macan,He readies himself for the attacks,But your attacks cut him and made him bleed. You attack him in a 2 hit style combo and slashing him on every part on his body you could find..But Macan doesn’t let up,he immediately counters your attacks, however the ice blade with its power to froze anything instantly freezes Macan”s arm slowing his movements giving you a better chance to attack him,and you did,Macan appears to be weakening from your attacks aswell as the punches he recieved from Kengo who is layed down on the arena with his eyes still open,seeing you fight like a madman.

Kengo: Nice one...Partner...

Harumo:Take this!.

You’re about to deliver the finishing slash only to be stopped by the sudden charging from Macan,

Harumo:What the..

Kengo: NO!, HARUMO!.

Macan grabs you both on your arms unabling you from using your twin swords to cut free from his grab. Macan grabs you tightly with both of his hands and about to devour you alive.

Harumo:AHH!.

.

.

.

.

.

With all hope seems lost,Your friends watched in horror as they watch you about to get devoured,Claude’s face turned into a face like they seen someone very precious to them get killed infront of them, Everyone is shocked in silence,The rankers are tried to rush towards the arena to stop him but they won’t be able to make it, Horkeu is filled by rage and quickly dashes towards the arena to strike him,However he won’t be able to make it.

Horkeu Kamui:MY HERO! NOOO!

Summoners:HARUMO!!!!

Everything you see started to move very slowly and as you looked around you see infront of you Macan”s mouth wide open and you can see the sharp fangs and teeth. You watched it happen slowly thinking how to free yourself.

Harumo: Is..is this the end?.

You were about to get eaten without even having your memories returned to you and being with the friends whom are helping you, Are about to be forgoten. BUT....

Kengo: Role of the Barbarian!,Rule of Infinitude! Engrave thy name Kengo Takabushi unto thee. GEANT BASHER!.

Lighting appeared around Kengo wrapping his entire body full of electricity. And without a moments notice he sprang towards Macan kicking him in the face,With force from it so hard,Macan drop his grip of you and flew all the way the cage wall and almost to the brink of breaking. 

Kengo:Partner!, Hey!, Hold on!. 

Harumo:Ken...go...

After you muttered his name you fell on his hands and fall into a state of unconsciencess,

Kengo:HARUMO!.

He holds you dearly in his arms as you sleep, Macan however is not done yet and stands himself up and ready to pounce at your battered body,However Kengo is really mad,

Kengo:RAAAAAAAAA!.

Rage and fury fill his body,pulling no hesitation in his attacks,He delivered devastating attacks at Macan almost to the point of dead, He over and over punches and kicks Macan everywhere in his body due to the electricity in his body making his attacks sting like crazy. Everyone watches the slughter happen in their eyes and are quite shocked in excitement as the match continues on.

Macan:URAAAGGHHH!.

Kengo:RAAAAAAAAAA!.

The bloody exchanges of blows fills the arena with blood and sweat fom the devasting slugfest,And as time goes on Macan gradually weakens and Kengo seizes the opportunity to deliver the final blow.. 

Kengo: THIS IS FOR ME!

He punched Macan at his left cheek. Followed by 

Kengo: AND THIS IS FOR MY HARUMO!

He delivers the reassuring final blow of his life the most powerful attack he has ever delivered at an opponent. 

Kengo:RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

He activated his sacred artifact and punched Macan’s right cheek,flying him towards the cage wall,with the force so great the cage wall broke and Macan landed at the audience knocked out...

Silence fills the entire underground coloseum for the first time,everyone even the guild master as well as he’s butler Snow and the rankers but most especially the summoners,Everyone are silent shut from the upcome and then a few seconds to process everything.

Everyone:*CHEERING LOUDLY*

Shiro: Holy mother of......They did it!.

Ryota: Yey!,, Both of them did it! 

Moritaka: My word, This is incredible,

Toji: I never knew Takabushi have that much power.

Claude:HAHAHA!, SPLENDID! AMAZING! This the fight that will go down in history. HAHAHAHAH!

Ryota:Guys come on!, Lets go!

Shiro:Right with you.

Moritaka:Wait for me you two..

Toji:...

[ARENA}

Horkeu Kamui:My Hero..

Horkeu arrived at the arena and sees Kengo holding you with his hands at the back of your head,

Kengo:Hey partner....We..did..it..

Kengo’s body has recieved massive amounts of damage,almost to the brink of unconsciousness. 

Horkeu Kamui: Thank you Kengo Takabushi,you have saved my hero,im very grateful.

Kengo: Hey Horkeu..Get him to the infirmary quickly...

Those were the words he spoke before faliing in a state of unconsciousness and 

Horkeu Kamui:What the..

Horkeu is shocked and flabbergasted by the sight he is seeing infront of him..

Horkeu Kamui: Don’t worry,Kengo I’’l’ make sure to bring him to the medical staff....

Horkeu carefully separates you too,And gently lifts Kengo on his shoulders followed by you after he returns the ice cleaving blade back to its sheath. 

Horkeu Kamui: Hold on you two.

Horkeu waik towards the exit and is suddenly showered by applause of gratitude but not towards Horkeu, But rather to the two unconcious bodies you’re carrying.The audience is fully aware that you can’t answer right now,but they feel the need to congratulate you and Kengo for the amazing battle you three did, 

The summoners had just arrived at the exit where Horkeu is, 

Shiro: Kengo! Harumo!..

Ryota:Oh my gosh! they are both covered in blood.

Horkeu Kamui: Do not worry,They are just unconcious,

Moritaka: Thank you Horkeu Kamui, Im grateful for your assistance.

Horkeu Kamui: No need to thank me.. I need to get this two to the infirmary quickly.

Snow: May i assist you Horkeu Kamui?.

Ryota:What the....When did you get here Snow?.

Shiro:What about Macan? Shouldn’t you be assisting him?

Snow: My master requested me to bring them to the infirmary as quickly as possible. but worry not  ,Andvari has already called the medical staff so he should be fine.

Horkeu Kamui: Thank you Snow.

Snow: My pleasure, Allow me to carry Kengo for you,that will lighten up your task.

Horkeu let Snow get Kengo off he’s shoulders and Horkeu carries you with both arms and then rushed towards the medical staff.

Horkeu Kamui: My hero....

AND THATS A FLIPPING WRAP FOR PART 3 HOLY MOLY I FINISHED PART 3 OH MY GOSH NOW I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE WONDERING ABOUT THIS END PART THE HIGHLIGHTED PART,WELL THE THINGS I FLIPPING REGRET NOT SAVING IT IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE I WAS READING DURGA’S SPECIAL QUEST AND THEN WHEN I CAME BACK TO FINISH IT,THE PART THAT I WRITTEN WAS GONE WHEN I CAME BACK TO CHECK ON IT THE HIGHLIGHTED PART WAS JUST ALL I CAN REMEBER AND THAT WAS A GOOD PART IM VERY SORRY FOR THAT EVERYONE....

AS ALWAYS IF YOU LIKE IT THEN HURRAY AND IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT THEN NO HURRAY FROM ME.AND IF YOU GUYS HAVE SOME OPINIONS ABOUT IT,FEEL FREE TO COMMENT DOWN WHAT YOU GUYS THINK OF IT EVERY COMMENT I’LL BE READING SO FEEL FREE TO COMMENT.. THE OTHER PART IS GOING TO BE TAKING SOME TIME SINCE I’VE GOT ANOTHER STORY THAT I’VE BEEN WORKING ON,AND ITS ONLY ON THE CLIMAX SO BE PATIENT 

THANK YOU FOR READING!.

[thefoulbeast]

A little bit good deal of character analysis in regards to Saburota Todou in the Kyoto arc. This is for my own benefit bc I’m writing smth involving him...

Skipping over the 1st appearance in ch16 because it didn’t really have what I was looking for. Instead I’m skipping straight over to ch25 where Tatsuma shows up and they fight.

This got. Very Long And Very Rambly. So uh, yeah.

tw for canon typical violence and gore

So - Todou already has considerable enhanced physical abilities and regeneration before Karura. Granted, not as strong, but still there. 

(man i wish i could do backflips like that when im 56 lmao)

He’s been planning this whole fiasco for over 10 years now (Myou Dha joined the order 10 years ago, and that’s when he first started on manipulating Mamushi)... I wonder how long he’s been eating demons and stuff? How did that even start? How many has he gone through over time? Things to ponder...

Anyways, my biggest question here is... what the fuck is up with his pain tolerance?

He’s straight up getting barbecued and all he has to say is, “I can’t heal fast enough!“ He doesn’t even look a little distraught. Just mildly inconvenienced by the whole thing. (Also - what kind of knife is that? The shape & handle is really funky :O)

I think he was originally intending to like. Eat Karura as soon as it showed up but he had Impure King as a last resort in case he couldn’t overpower Tatsuma (as was the case). The guy really did all his research and had a lot of back ups planned huh.

...I also want to know just how he managed to find out all the stuff regarding the Impure King. How exactly did he know that it hadn’t been destroyed completely? How did he know about Kurikara being empty? And the deal between Karura and the Head Priests?

Sir please cite your sources I’m so curious...

Back on track though! Stuff happens, Tatsuma gets it in the neck with the weird knife, Todou’s all healed up from those nasty burns again and it’s all dandy.

And then we get straight up fire eating.

Again... that should hurt, no? That’s mouth, throat, oesophagus and probably tracheal burns. And Todou just... doesn’t care. He’s still as calm and collected as before, no indication of discomfort. Personally? I’m unnerved by this lol.

The closest we get to discomfort is this when he groans a lil bit after he’s done eating but I think that’s more the stomach upset. From this point on I guess we assume he doesn’t feel pain from fire... but I’m still squinting at everything before this...

Adding this purely because I love these panels. This guy is so messed up. So very very messed up lol.

[Skip forward everything Im not interested in right now]

Someone is having a bit of a bellyache. This is why we don’t eat things while they’re still alive, sir!

But upset stomach or not, he’s still??

“Yeah it’s fine - hello yukio how have you been? - yes, I’m ready to throw hands with you; pain who?“

also... he may be a Huge bastard but I absolutely love how!! Polite he is!!

“Thanks for cooperating ^w^“ <- Todou after cutting off Yukio’s escape route with a wall of flame. lol. However he got evasive when Yukio asked: “What the hell are you?“

He seems to happily give out tidbits of non-vital information, but he obviously knows when to keep his mouth shut (10+ years spying on True cross and no one knew? This guy is very clever! Very tricky! Many secrets!)

I’m sorry this whole thing is so funny... Small, polite talk during fighting is exactly the kind of unhinged I expected from him and he did not disappoint in the slightest. Bless. (I mean he does admit that he’s only doing it to rile Yukio up a few pages later... but still... This man knows just how to get under people’s skin and is so very good at it...)

Also I love how this fight reveals so much about his character so subtly?? I honestly just rec ch28 for p much most anyone would need to get a feel of him as a character.

He’s got this new body and these new powers and the first thing he does is fight a teenager for shits and giggles. Except both the teenager and the younger body keep reminding him of his own youth.

Lower right panel... his face says they’re not happy memories. (In my very biased opinion I would call that expression a mix of “oh whoopsie” and “these memories literally make me want to die”) (And oh Boy does it go well with ch106 pages 23-26 where we actually see how the Todou brothers interacted with each other and that is So Much To Unpack i dont even know where to start lol)

And then right after remarking that family is a sore spot for Yukio, he immediately goes “lmao me too I get it“ ( it’s actually ”Heh heh heh! I feel such a connection between us! Asleep or awake, you’re always hung up on your family! I understand. I used to be the same way.“)

And then finally I reach the part that originally made me want to re-read his scenes in the Kyoto arc...

Todou literally getting his brains blown out with water type bullets 😍😍😍 This is literally the only instance of him admitting that something hurt that I could find so far! What the hell! But that’s not all!

Even then he’s still smiling! He’s still playing around! He got shot through the head, said “oh ouchie“ and immediately shook it off and kept trying rile Yukio up like nothing had happened. Pretty fucked up in my humble opinion, not gonna lie.

“Ah yes I’ve sustained a horrific facial wound let me just dab at it with a handkerchief for a bit that’ll do it.“

He does underestimate Yukio though, becaue he doesn’t see the naiads coming at all. But even with the whole water prison, it bothers him for a few seconds and he’s back on track. He’s very... I’m not sure if tenacious is the right word, but perhaps diligent? Goal oriented?

Very hard to knock off balance, that’s for sure! And even if you manage to catch him by surprise, he seems to adapt very quickly. He’s just genuinely fighting Yukio to have a good time and doesn’t see him as a serious opponent.

But the chilling bit is that he was going to kill Yukio, just like that. He got a feel for his new abilities, had some fun at the expense of Yukio’s emotional state, reminisced on his past for a bit... and that would have been it, if not for the Satan-eyes.

Anyways this got so much longer than I wanted it to lol and I managed to fry my brain so I’ll leave off here. Maybe I’ll do smth aditional later maybe I wont. But just know that I am screaming about this unhinged bastard like 24/7 ❤

Idk if anyone even got to the end of this but I wanted to put my thoughts down somewhere I could find them later lol. Thanks xoxo

[readbythestarlight]

c2e109

Sam

Why must you hurt me in this way

Any bit but a k-pop bit I beg

STOP xD

[[MORE]]

Ooooo Yasha joining the tattoo crew!!

Runes?? Orphanmaker??

Is that a name she wants to keep claiming? Reclaim??

Niiiiiice

I can’t wait for tattoo art

"The horses had dresses?"

I do NOT remember the horse dresses

Shopping episode yayyyyy!

Beau is about to get some highly illegal fireworks

lol 50 gold

"Beauregard. Pirate Beauregard."

"Interesting first name, your parents really had a plan for you."

lmao I love this

A whole fricking cart of fireworks

Oh my god this is so PRECIOUS ajslalkss I LOVE JESTER AND MARION

"I wanted to know where my family lives" that’s both funny and sad

Anyway guys I’m like kinda in love with Marion

Fjord and Yasha shopping trip?? Excellent

Alchemical Fire is something Veth will be sorry she missed

Fjord xD

They’re gonna buy something cool and have the rightful owner on their ass for it

They are having too much fun fucking with those poor shop owner xD

"5000 gold!?"

"What if we go to hell or something??!"

Do iiiiiit Yasha

lmao noPE

Yasha and Fjord are disasters together and I LOVE IT

More of them wandering off together

Matching yellow family overalls xD

Poor Yeza lol

xD Fjord

You could have had it for 5k and now you’ve spent 5500 you dork

Wait we know that name don’t we

Sutan?

Wait did they KILL that guy??

What are the odds?

Wouldn’t it be fucking amazing if they killed him with fire?

Marion with the open invitation to her ex and if he doesn’t answer it I will be SALT

Veth please, keep your bedroom stuff in the bedroom :P

Niiiiiice transporting home??

I don’t think Caleb likes the idea of leaving Veth and I get it but... he needs to understand that she needs to be home

Beau realizing she has Authority

Breaaaaak?

I just read the coin story and Lol

This store plays music when you walk in??

Good lord

This shop sounds like Jester’s prank haven

My god

It’s a shame they didn’t find this shop BEFORE traveler con

What’s this other ring I missed it

Oh the spell ring

See THAT’s 5000 well spent

They’ve cleared the stock of so many shops lol

"Anyone interested in small clay doggies?"

F: "Do they move?"

"If... you... make them...?" *wiggles hand*

These losers finally get so much money and they spend it mostly on dumb things and I love it

Please buy the unicorn and give it to Jester I beg you Fjord

Aww dancing and drinks that’s cute

Lollllll Jester

Of course

YES the unicorn

good boy Fjord!

I’m so pleased

Oh look, Jester giving her blessing for a BeauYasha kisssssss ;)

They all ship it at this point let’s be real like Jester over here giving Beau a nudge "you have to give her the chance to make that choice" and Cad with the "thinking about your future" like

Guys you’re amazing

Oh okay imma need Cad doing some bonfire dancing

And Yasha doing bonfire dancing

I NEED it

Uhhhh

WHAT

WHAT

IS BABY GIRL’S HAIR GOING

IM SO HAPPYYYYY

"How it used to be" that’s amazing I’m gonna cry

Cad: "I miss it, but I’m afraid I might miss this more." <3

"You might be stuck with us for a little while longer."

"That’s a fine future."

"Yeah."

God I’m so soft for all the soft bonding tonight!

I’m so tired I haven’t been properly following but fuck here we go

A Godkiller weapon huh

Eor is an interesting name

But yeah I’ve got a baaaad feel

Oh shit so it’s a fight to find weapons capable of destroying the gods

Oh my god, icy and desolate, he CALLED it when he said earlier they’d end up somewhere frozen xD

I like how just everyone hates Trent

Like they’re just “ew no he sucks” all the time

Too many giant floating cities going on here

They’re not going to go without Veth tho I assume

“LAAVAAAAAA!” xD

Ice breaker ship?? Nice

75,000 gold NICE

“Who are we gonna run into”

God I hope it’s hotboi

“Are you Bren?”

Shit

Matt that’s amazing

But shit

It’s gonna be fucking Trent isn’t it

You CREEP

Nasty creepy freak

Bad vibes bad vibes BAD VIBES

“A proper family reunion” I’m going to stab him

Matt you sneaky bastard

Shiiiiiiit man did not see that coming

We love you too Matt