#THIS IS SO EVIL GIVEN MY STATE OF MIND

[pennkquest]

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" Milo asked, chuckling.

"Looking at me like that!"

"Like you're the only person in the whole world?"

PLUTO WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW? </3 /POS

Been in a weird writing funk for a few months now so I thought I'd try to write something small for y'all here. Of course, it is Milo/Sweetheart. Of course it is a comfort fic. This seems to be the theme when I am not in the best of spirits. Anyway, writing below the cut!!

"Sweets! I'm home!" Milo called as soon as he was in the door. The house was dark, something he noticed when he pulled into their driveway. The text that Milo sent to Sweetheart saying he was on his way home went ignored, which was unusual. The house was quiet too, which was also unusual.

Well, almost quiet, as the meows of Aggro started coming through the house as the cat made his way to Milo. Aggro found him as he was just putting his keys and wallet down, rubbing up against his legs and meowing up at him. He seemed a bit stressed more than usual, which worried him.

"Hi buddy," Milo said, a small smile on his face, bending down to pet him. "Where's Sweetheart?"

The cat blinked up at him for a second before taking off down the hallway. Milo followed without hesitation, worry creasing his brows. He knew that nothing bad had happened, but he still couldn't help but worry. They had bailed on the plans with the pack tonight because something came up at work again. They had been going nonstop for weeks at this point, early mornings leading to late evenings. It wasn't good for them, Milo could say that much. The tension that they carried in their body the last little bit was not fun to watch, or the growing dark circles under their eyes. Milo wished he could stop time every time he heard Sweetheart's alarm go off and they begrudgingly dragged themselves out of bed. Just to give them a few more moments of rest that he knew they deserved.

When Milo got to the bedroom, Aggro was staring at the closed door in front of him. Odd. Normally Sweetheart would leave it open enough for Aggro to come and go freely.

"Is this what had you so worried?" Milo asked him, to which he got a meow in response. Milo knocked gently on the door, ear pressed close to hear if they were in there. He didn't hear anything. A frown edged his lips. "Sweetheart? You in here?"

When he didn't get a response, he opened the door and stepped inside, eyes adjusting to the dark fast and spotting a figure curled up in the bed. Aggro bolted under his feet and was on the bed in a split second. The figure on the bed stirred a bit as Aggro sniffed around before settling beside them.

As Milo turned on the bedside lamp, he realized that Sweetheart had fallen asleep still in their work clothes. He sighed, glad that they were okay and unharmed. He brushed some hair out of their face, hand trailing down their cheek afterwards. Sweetheart stirred a bit more, eyes blinking open at the touch.

"Well hello there," Milo said, a small giggle breaking out from under his breath. He still was rubbing gentle circles into their cheek.

"What time..." Sweetheart slurred, reaching for their phone that was haphazardly placed beside them. If Milo had to guess, they were likely on it before falling asleep, and it dropped when they were finally out. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Just after ten," Milo answered them when they frowned at their now dead phone. "Just got home."

"Sorry," Sweetheart muttered, rubbing their eyes.

"Don't apologize," Milo said, fondness dripping from his words. "But, I tell you what. Why don't you finally get out of these clothes and put on some pyjamas? It might be a bit more comfortable."

Sweetheart nodded, sitting up with the guidance of Milo's hands, a yawn spiling from their lips.

"Stay here," Milo whispered to them, crossing the room to the dresser, rooting around for a pair of pyjamas.

"You don't have to--" Sweetheart started.

"I want to, though," Milo cut them off, already walking back. "I'm still wondering how you were able to fall asleep like this," he said jokingly, placing the pyjamas beside them and plucking off their glasses.

"Was tired after work, and it was, like, 7 PM by the time I got home. I had already eaten so I was just gonna lay down for a little bit. Looks like I ended up falling asleep," Sweetheart explained.

"It must have been a long day," Milo commented, reaching for their wrist so that he could take off their watch. He kissed along their knuckles when he was done, and he just caught the small smile that graced their lips at the motion.

"Something like that," Sweetheart sighed.

He turned to place the items on the bedside table as Sweetheart started to change. When that was done, he reached for their phone to plug it in, already setting the alarms that they set every night in the process. It was quiet in the room, but Milo didn't mind that. As long as he could feel Sweetheart's aura pulsing from them in time with their core, that was all he needed. Not to mention Sweetheart was still half asleep, there probably wasn't anything that they wanted to talk about.

"Are you hungry?" Milo asked after he finished his tasks, pressing a kiss into Sweetheart's shoulder. "When was the last time you ate?"

"At six," Sweetheart said. "Supper was bought for us when we had to stay behind. It was very nice actually. Though..."

"You want a small snack don't you?" Milo teased, already moving back toward the kitchen. "The usual?"

"Please," Sweetheart said. There was a pause before Milo heard their feet come padding behind him. "I love you," They added from behind him.

"I love you too," Milo said, hand instinctively reaching behind him. Sweetheart's fingers intertwined with them in a heartbeat, making Milo's chest fill with warmth. "Some would even say I love you more."

"Impossible," Sweetheart said, chuckling.

In the kitchen, Sweetheart didn't break away from him until he handed them their smoothie drink from the fridge. Milo grabbed the last of the strawberries from the fridge, and grabbed a bowl and a knife, before settling beside where they sat on the counter.

"How was the party?" Sweetheart asked. "Did you have fun?"

"Not as much fun as I would've if you were there," Milo said sincerely. He loves his pack, of course he does, but he also loves showing off for Sweetheart who loves his antics. Secretly.

"Oh, stop," Sweetheart said, but even when they took a sip of their drink they weren't able to hide their smile.

"And the pack missed you," Milo added. "Got asked where you were at least every few minutes for the first, like, half hour."

"They missed me that much?"

"You've barely been around for three weeks at this point, Sweets, of course they have," Milo said. "They love you."

Sweetheart didn't answer, but Milo could sense that they were glowing without even looking at them. When he did glance at them, he was caught by their beauty again. Even like this, with their hair a mess, cheeks red with sleep, and the last remaining lines fading from their skin. God, was he ever lucky to have them.

When Sweetheart realized what he was doing, they groaned, pushing his face away from them. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" Milo asked, chuckling.

"Looking at me like that!"

"Like you're the only person in the whole world?" Milo asked.

Sweetheart didn't answer, just grumbled something, much to Milo's amusement. "Just focus on the strawberries before you cut your finger off."

"Please," Milo said, "I could do this in my sleep."

"I'm not rushing you to the hospitable if you hurt yourself," Sweetheart said.

"Sure," Milo said. "The love of my life, my mate, wouldn't bat an eye if I accidentally cut myself."

"I wouldn't," Sweetheart said.

"Which is totally reasonable," Milo said, "especially after I've been terrorizing you with my lov--ow!"

Milo dropped the knife, clutching his right thumb with his other hand. Sweetheart immediately reacted, placing their drink down and grabbing for his hand.

"What did I tell you! Here, let me see," They chided, brows creasing together as they pried his fingers away from his thumb to see--nothing. Sweetheart stared at his thumb for a few moments, blinking, before they groaned again. "You jerk!" They said, lightly pushing him away. "I was worried about you!"

"So you do worry when I hurt myself," Milo teased.

"You're evil," Sweetheart grumbled, crossing their arms.

Milo hummed, scootching over so that he could settle between their legs, a hand automatically settling on their thigh. "You love me," he said, his other hand coming up to cup the back of their neck and pull them in for a kiss. For someone who thought he was evil, they sure did respond to his touch, melting into him the second their lips touched.

"Evil," they muttered against his lips, though with considerably no force behind it.

"Will this make up for it?" Milo asked after he pulled away, reaching for the bowl beside them and presenting it.

"Maybe," Sweetheart said. They accepted the offered bowl.

"Dork," Milo muttered fondly, stealing a strawberry half. Sweetheart didn't respond, just wrinkling their nose at him. "Do you have the weekend off?"

Sweetheart nodded. "Finally."

"Perfect," Milo said, smiling.

"I swear to God if you say 'like you'--"

"Like you," Milo said, chuckling when Sweetheart lightly smacked his chest. "Eat, so we can go to bed."

--END--

[cozy-the-overlord]

I’ve seen several people talking about how it makes them feel weird that Dog Years, a song that is explicitly about suicidal ideation, is something Halsey performs as a sexy song, and while that’s completely fair, I personally think the performance style fits the song really well, even if it’s uncomfortable? (In fact, I think the discomfort is a purposeful, important element of the whole song)

Discussion of suicidal ideation and sex as a unenthusiastic performance below the cut

The first time I heard Dog Years I called it “evil petplay” when explaining it to my friends because that imagery seems so deliberate. Halsey’s voice is getting all husky and low as they croon about what a good dog they’ve been and how they like a tight leash, and especially given their known love of/interest in kink, that takes your mind to a very specific and imo intentional place. But they turn it on its head — if they’re going to be a dog, then they’re an old, tired, weak, sickly one and they want to be put out of their misery and euthanized like you would any pet in that state, and that is very not sexy. It’s a visceral image that can be quite upsetting and uncomfortable, all the more so when paired with the very sexually charged chorus. It makes that chorus feel like more of a reluctant performance — she doesn’t feel sexy, she’s not in the mood, but it’s what’s expected of her and so she’s going along with it and hey, if she’s a good girl maybe she’ll get lucky and they’ll put her down. “I’m not here, I’m somewhere else” — they’re going through the motions of the performance and playing along with what’s expected of them but their heart is not in it, and they feel nothing towards it.

And I feel like that plays into the entire theme of The Great Impersonator as a whole? The whole idea of the expected performance and what that experience does to a person: going through the motions because you’re an entertainer and your job is to entertain and put on a show, but the whole time you’re in the darkest place you’ve ever been both physically and mentally, so sick that you truly expect you aren’t going to survive it. But you still have to do the show, you still have to make it look good, you still have to be appealing to the crowd, and so you have to play the good girl who loves her tight leash because that’s fun and sexy, and the rest of it is something you keep to yourself because people don’t want to hear about that.

I really like the staging of Dog Years on the FMLT tour for that reason. There is something so visceral about Halsey sitting in sexy leather lingerie while literally chained to the stage singing about how much they want someone to just kill them. Sure, it’s sexy, but she is stuck there performing for you, even as she’s voicing some of the darkest thoughts a person can have about themselves. How does that make you feel? Is it hot? Are you enjoying it? Should you be? That just fits the vibe I get from that song so well.

Of course, I could be fully misreading and Halsey could have had completely different intentions for this song, but that’s just how I’ve seen it?

[enigmaris]

DPxDC idea that has been floating around my head for a few months now:

Gotham, given its whole... thing with Lazurus Pools and general bad vibes, has a ghostly representative. Lady Gotham, when she bothers to be coporeal, looks like an influential lady from the 1920s, straight art deco elegance. A real classy girl.

Jazz is touring college campuses around the US. She has full ride offers from Gotham University, Metroplis College, and Star City State, to name a few. Danny, upon hearing that his sister is going to GOTHAM of all cities, decides he is going on this trip with her. He might be only 15, but his big sister isn't getting mugged while he has half an afterlife left to live!

Lady Gotham is all a flutter! Why the last ghost king was so frumpy! King Phantom is so handsome and powerful, and he is coming to her city. She absolutely has to show off her best side! She feels like a teenaged girl getting her home ready before a new beau comes to visit. She's flustered, she's nervous.

Meanwhile, John Constatine wakes up with cosmic alarm bells going off because something really, really bad is happening. He investigates to dicsover that for the past three days Gotham has not had a single crime.

No murders, muggings, hell not even a single jay walker!

Gotham the most cursed place on the North Or South American continent is suddenly more squeaky clean than whatever small farm town Superman grew up in.

No crimes, no smog in the air. Crime Lords seemingly gone in a puff of smoke, Assassins asleep in their beds.

Its so freaky. Even Batman is spooked and he is never spooked by anything.

Constantine is certain some demon or other nefarious being is harnessing Gothams cursed energy for some evil plot. Gathering the power to use it like a nuclear blast. Batman is concerned about mass mind control.

Lady Gotham is doing the metaphysical equivalent of hiding all of your stuff in a closet before a guest comes over because you dont have time to actually clean. She had to shoulder the thing closed! She just knows that when the lock fails there will be a huge mess.

Jazz and her family are just surprised about how nice Gotham U's campus is. She'd heard it was so dark and dangerous, but everyone is smiling and pleasant to her! Danny is just happy Jazz is safe from various villains.

So we have Batman investigating his rogues gallery for mind control plots, Constatine hunting for demons, Jazz and her family taking a walking tour of Gotham U, and Lady Gotham using every bit of her ghostly powers to make sure her damned, cursed city doesnt embarrass her in front of her crush!

[satrs]

The new update got me thinkin(gushing) abt Babytrapper!Caleb...

Babytrapper!Caleb is a patient man. He's given you so much space and freedom after you left. He watched you roam around Linkon without a care in the world, making sure to run into you then and there and maybe even be your knight in shining armor when a threatening wanderer suddenly appeared on your nightly walk home. Coincidentally, of course. After that, you gave into his manipulating whispers and moved in with him. For your safety.

Babytrapper!Caleb always gets his way. After the endless waiting and scheming, he's got you here now - legs dangling over his shoulders with his neck buried into your neck. You're so oblivious to his mischievous intent that he can't help but let the small smirk graze against your pulse.

Babytrapper!Caleb talks you into doing it raw, stating how uncomfortable a condom is and how 'he promises to pull out'. His cock jumps in joy once you give in, a thousand possible positions rushing through his mind that'll surely swell your womb.

Babytrapper!Caleb has one goal - knock you the fuck up. His pulsing cock excitingly spasms inside you at the thought of your round and plumb belly. Once his monstrous cock knocks on the door of your cervix, he's gone. His thrusts are dedicated, knocking the breath out of your lungs and forcing you into a plunging mating press. Each of your hiccups causes his balls to tightly clench as his cum dangerously bubbles up at the base of his cock.

Babytrapper!Caleb is thorough. He almost panics when he takes a glimpse of his seed leaking out of your bruised cunny. His fingers rush to push it back in, his heart rapidly beating in his chest - he just has to make sure you take it.

Babytrapper!Caleb traces his hand over your belly, over and over again. He just shakes your inquiry about it off as 'nothing', biting the inside of his cheek. His lilac hues are fixated on your tummy. It's been hours; you've surely taken it, right? You must've. But maybe he'll have to make sure just one last time.

Babytrapper!Caleb who just adores you. Ever since childhood, he's had the overwhelming urge to care for his sweet, darling girl and protect you from this evil, evil world. He's not planning on letting you go anytime soon. He can't lose you - not again.

Babytrapper!Caleb's dream will come true now - you, round and glowing with your baby, letting everyone know your his. Oh, how he loves the unborn already. That child will be the light of his life, just like you. That child will bond you into an inseparable family.

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[tom-whore-dleston]

Better Boyfriend

Pairing: Void!Bob Reynolds x f. reader

Word Count: 1.8k

This fic includes: spoilers from Thunderbolts*, angst, flashbacks of past relationships, arguments between reader and exes, cursing, minor violence?, drowning, unedited writing

Summary: You encounter Void and revisit ex-relationships you never recovered from.

Notes: The fact this is the second piece I wrote in a row just shows how I am soo back!! I feel like this character is really challenging me as a writer and I love it! With that said, I am still gonna take whatever y'all throw at me that's Bob related. On a more serious note, I should mention that the flashbacks are based on my real life experiences so writing about them felt like lifting a huge weight off my chest. Dove Cameron's Boyfriend was used as loose inspiration for the fic.

request: KINDA NEED SOMETHING FOR VOID !!! LIKE WANT HIM OBSESSED OR SOMETHING PLEASE PLEASE -Anon

The day you got trapped in the void was like any other day. 

You were taking a walk in the city, coffee in hand, when you noticed a crowd of bystanders staring up in the sky. Your curiosity got the best of you as the crowd began gasping with frightened looks on their faces. Head tilting towards the sky, you found a shadow-like figure floating in mid-air. All of a sudden, some people in the crowd turned to black shadows, causing everyone to panic and run in the opposite direction of the floating figure. One by one, civilians turned to dark shadows, yet you remained calm and unphased by the chaos around you. After being a victim of the snap, you were numb to encounters with out of this world evil.

The shadowy figure descended from the sky, landing slowly in front of you. He had these intense illuminating eyes, a huge contrast from the literal darkness that consumed his form. An arm reached out towards your face. 

You should have been afraid. You should have screamed and ran away. Anything for the sake of your life. Instead, you let this human-esque darkness touch you, caress your cheek, and you clasped your own hand over his.

Then, everything went black.

You were unsure of how long you had been asleep. You couldn’t even recognize where you were upon waking up. It felt like you had woken up from an awful hangover, except you don’t recall drinking at all.

Actually, everything looked strangely familiar. You blinked before realizing you were in the backseat of the first car you had ever owned. The leather of the interior was still brand new, the inside smelt like pineapples and coconuts. You looked forward, seeing who was in the driver and passenger seat, gasping when you realized it was your high school self with your first ever boyfriend, Neil.

“I think we should take a break,” Neil solemnly stated. 

Your high school self stuttered, “What? W-why? Did I do something wrong?” Tears began to form in your eyes as your voice started to crack. You felt your stomach churn, remembering your first heartbreak. Meanwhile, neither your younger self nor your ex paid any mind to you in the backseat. It was as if you were invisible to them. This had to have been a dream, a really horrible one.

“I’m going to the Navy, babe. I need to learn how to be without you.” Neil bowed his head down in sorrow.

“What about me, huh? Was this all a part of your plan? Join the Navy so you could leave me and forget all about me. Is there someone else? Are you in love with someone else?” You remembered every word you screamed at your ex-boyfriend as he sat there in silence, not making any attempts to calm you down, reassure you that he loved you. It was as if he had given up without a fight. The silence angered your high school self, but angered you even more that you were watching this terrible memory like it was on a movie screen.

“Get out! Get out of my fuckin car, asshole!” Your past self shouted, hot tears streaming down your face. Right on cue, Neil left the vehicle without as much as an apology nor goodbye. As the passenger door slammed after him, you violently screamed, slamming your fists against the driving wheel. It was all too much for you.

As you climbed out of the backseat, you fell down a pit of darkness, yelling out in terror. For the first time today, you experienced genuine fear as you had no idea what was happening or where this never ending pit would lead you to. The moment you landed on a hard surface, you grunted in pain.

You crawled on the carpeted floor, searching for clues as to where you ended up next. You felt like Alice in Wonderland, growing madder by the second. Your head banged against a bed frame, quietly yelping in hopes whoever occupied the bed did not hear you. Slowly getting up, you scan the scene, vividly remembering the trip you took with your second ex-boyfriend from college, Max.

That unsettling feeling your stomach returned as you peered down at you and Max lying in a queen size hotel bed. There was a space between you and him on the bed, enough to fit another person. You recalled traveling to Hawaii in hopes it would salvage your relationship. However, not even paradise could fix what was long broken. Something you and Max constantly fought about was having kids. After working in childcare for a year, you had expressed disinterest in having kids, but Max refused to accept your stance. Before he fell asleep, he brought up the topic again.

“I can just imagine us having all daughters. I’d love to be a girl dad that raises them to be basketball players. Like Kobe Bryant or something. I’d love and protect our daughters with all my might and I hope that one day you would learn to love basketball the way we all do. We could be a basketball family.” Max continued to go on about this fantasy that you could not provide for him until the blabbing turned to equally obnoxious snores. However, you couldn’t fall asleep.

The past you watched the minutes turn to hours until you couldn’t stand being in the same bed as the man you were supposed to love, but secretly resented to your core. Younger you walked ahead of you, and you followed right behind her. The Hawaiian waves crashed onto the shore, and the breeze tickled your skin as you began sobbing into the sleeve of a hotel bathrobe. Your present self tried to hug this younger version of you. Once you wrapped your arms around her, or you, the younger you snapped her head towards you, yanking you off her. Before you could react, you were pushed off the balcony, tumbling towards the beach.

You belly-flopped into the water, slowly sinking from the surface. You swam with all your might towards the light but it faded from your view. As your lungs and muscles began to give out, the darkness grew and everything turned black again.

Suddenly, you were scooped into a pair of strong arms, and you felt yourself approaching the surface at an atomic speed. As you emerged from the sea, you gasped a breath of fresh air before coughing out salt water. You were laid out on the sand, flipping over to catch your breath. Once you were breathing normally, you turned towards your savior, and you jumped back upon meeting that same dark shadow that stared into your soul.

“You!” You pointed with a trembling finger. “W-What did you do to me?” 

The dark figure chuckled. “I am The Void. I am that emptiness you try so hard to hide from the world and yourself.” 

It all made sense now. The flashbacks of your past exes were all memories you shoved to the back of your mind and eventually deep in the center of your being. You’ve conditioned yourself to believe you were the reason Neil left you and that you were the reason you couldn’t give Max what he wanted.

“I know what you're thinking, my dear,” The Void started, interrupting your thoughts. “You believe you are the reason all these relationships failed.” He smoothed a leather-clad hand over your hair and then rested it on your jaw. “However, I know that’s not true. These pathetic excuses of men failed you! And don’t get me started on the ones that you never actually dated.”

“Yeah, you know what, I’ve revisited enough of my past relationships, I would like to not dig into those now…or ever.”

The Void chuckled again, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. You couldn’t help but shiver at his touch. He didn’t even have a face you could make out, yet you found yourself intrigued with him, dare you say attracted even. Well, it’s no wonder people have claimed you have questionable taste.

“I like you, little one.” Jeez, even his voice was hot. “I can’t help but be fascinated by you.”

You scoffed. “Says the one that basically forced me to watch my buried trauma like it was a goddamn soap opera.” You sat up, curling your legs towards your chest. “What about me makes you so fascinated by me anyway.” The Void loomed over you like a ghost.

“You’re not afraid of me. Or the darkness.”

“True, but I am pissed off at you.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms against your knees. The Void nodded, as if he was listening to you. He was even facing his body towards you. Something no normal guy has ever done with you. You may be angry with this super being, but at least he validated your anger. 

The Void continued, “I am curious about you, little one, and I know that despite your anger, you are curious about me too.” You wanted to add a sarcastic comment, but he stopped you. “You can hide behind your sass and sarcasm all you want, but eventually, you will see me for who I really am.”

Finally, you turned towards him, meeting that empty yet alluring gaze. “And who are you?”

“I am better than any man you have ever been with...because I am more than a man. I have the powers of a god. I can make you feel better, treat you better, than any other man has before. I can love you better than any man has before.” You didn’t realize how close he was to you until the last sentence fell from his lips and you could almost taste it straight from the source. Your body ached with desire and your eyes grew heavy with need. You craved to know what this being looked like behind the darkness. That darkness was only a shell of a man you yearned for.

“Show me,” you whispered, inches away from what could be his mouth. “Please.”

“I will, my dear.” You could hear the smile in his sultry voice. “But first, you must give in to me.”

With that, you pulled him by what felt like a suit, crushing your lips against him. Without hesitation, he deepened the kiss, tangling one hand into your hair while the other clasped behind your neck. In an instant, you began to levitate off the ground, still indulging in the kiss with your bodies pressed against one another. The sunrise from your Hawaii vacation transformed into the same darkness you were previously consumed by. 

All of a sudden, it was as if you found solace in the emptiness with The Void. You swore you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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[rotagnus]

what qualities does this person notice about you / what are you, in their mind ? --- 🪽

hiiii angel baby! i hope you're doing well. this reading will touch on what your most noticeable qualities are, to this specific person and others. these can be flaws, virtues...it all depends!

have fun--if it doesn't resonate, don't force it to. ask this about someone who knows you exist, guys...no celebrities. preferably someone you've at least talked to!!

pile 1.

this pile feels safe with you. they feel connected to you; whether this is imaginary or real, still significant. they think that you have a bleeding heart, transforming your sorrows into something beautiful. in their mind, you're an alchemist; everything pained that you touch eases, every pretty thing you kiss turns a thousand times more gorgeous. you're the moon; soft and steady, but also so open and full of light and love it makes them sick sometimes. they haven't really had a presence like you in their lives, and it makes them feel split open and oh so vulnerable, they don't know what to do with themselves. they're still stickin' by ya, though. they view you as someone strong, someone willing to fight for what they believe in despite any pain that may come along with it. they think you've been through heartbreaks before.

they think you have a very sweet way of seeing them. they think that you may be idealizing them a little bit, but this is mostly because they're insecure and hate being seen as something other than evil. you may be a bit of a silly goose and they think this quality is endearing, and a message for some specific people--be yourself. they like that. they ain't like it when you try to toughen up or be more 'cool' in front of them. they also think that you've propelled yourself forwards with them--this connection is evolving, in a constant state. they think that you're frantic and hate being slow and steady and patient. you're an amalgamation of qualities in their mind, but mostly? they think you're sweet. silly. outspoken, but calm.

i love you, pile 1! have a blooming day, angel baby <3

pile 2.

ahahahha they think that you're very open. you may be unabashedly yourself; for which i applaud you, and apparently so do they because they tend to struggle with being emotional and open without feeling like they have to hide back in their carapace again. they admire how caring and nurturing you are; you have a motherly quality in yourself and you may fuss over your friends in front of them, or maybe children or animals. either way, they think that you're worth having around--in their eyes, you're a pretty unique person. you may remind them of something or someone; maybe one of their parents, long gone in time, or their childhood home, the sweet scent of it forgotten except for when you come around. you have this way of being a steady, stable presence in their life. they admire this cyclical nature that you have; this may mean something else for each and every one of you. this may be a workplace connection you're asking about, or you may see them on certain days, not someone you see randomly. you have this deep hope for humanity, and they can see it in the glitter of your eyes.

you inspired them to change. this doesn't necessarily mean that you're a great presence in their mind and that you occupy each and every corner of their mind...but maybe they saw a quality of yours or a take that you had and thought, wow, maybe this would really make my life better. you may have given advice to them, and they've taken it, and suddenly their life turned sweeter, like vanilla tea. you may stick to this person subconsciously; clingy or following them around like a puppy, and they think this quality of yours is endearing, especially with how big your eyes get when they speak and you're looking at them.

i love you, pile 2! have an easy day, sweetheart <3

pile 3.

this person thinks that you're in a bit of a heavy spot right now. you've probably had a couple of sleepless nights recently, or had some hard times, and it's visible. that's my sign to tell you that first off, instead of scrolling through tumblr, you should go and rest, relax. i knowww you're probably like oh my god this reading isn't about that but i still mean it. take this to heart, because i didn't get a message like this for any other pile. anyways, onto the reading--most of you are more introverted, the black cat of your own little world. daydreamers, book-readers, gothic and lovers of all things dark, you guys truly stand out. you're also very eloquent and you phrase things in a special way. some of you may have accents, or may have some trouble with settling in or fitting in. this person sees you for all of those things. dark, dreary--but with a heart of gold. they think you're poetic and that you can teach them things, for you are more ahead of them in their eyes. they view you as this great, powerful thing--you are a force to be reckoned with, in their eyes, and that may make you a bit intimidating. they know that you curate every single part of yourself to fit a certain criteria, and they question whether this is your shell or the true muscle inside.

you're a very physically oriented person--some of you may either have good fashion and make sure you're dressed well, others may be sporty...your physical form and appearance are very critical in this reading. they think you have very unique features that manage to carry emotion in them, although sometimes you have a very vacant, blank look to you. all in all, i think this person has mostly observed you. i don't think they know you well enough to judge you deeply, frankly, but i think they wouldn't be opposed to the idea. please remember to rest!! i think that you'll have a clearer view of this yourself because you're very intuitive...but you need to come back to yourself before you can care about what others think of you.

i love you, pile 3! have a sweet day, darling <3

pile 4.

GUYS omg omg this person thinks you're so bright and optimistic it's contagious. i think you guys probably have a connection already--maybe friends or acquaintances. you're bubbly, sweet, and all of this is noticed by this particular person. they may be a bit scared for you and have had thoughts run through their mind of fear, because you're naive at times. you see the good in everyone--but not in yourself. they can sense you're a bit insecure with some aspects with yourself, with the way you speak and carry yourself. don't worry--this isn't noticeable by everyone, but this person is so attuned to everyone and they can see it. they had to walk on eggshells for a loooooong part of their life, which is why they can see that while you're happy-go-lucky, you're a bit wary and weak at times. they know you wanna be a good person, and you remind them of a fallen angel, a little bit, and they imagine you as a savior, they imagine that you imagine YOURSELF as this. they think you've struggled, but this can all just be in their head. they have a way of turning people they're fixated on into walking, talking tragedies--forgetting that people can heal and grow.

i don't think this person wishes evil for you, though! but they see how many different roles you've taken up. you may be rushing around all the time, trying to get things done, trying to heal and relapsing and being the smart one, the emotional one, and the brusque one all at the same time--they're not really sure which one of these facets is the real you, so they don't know what to believe. truly...they're as naive as you. they wanna believe that you're the idealized version of you that they have in their head. the real question is, are you? they're not sure what you really are. your job is to stand firm in your qualities. you're optimistic, maybe a little naive, but clever and quick...take pride in these aspects of yourself. they're noticed for a REA-SONNN baby. for a reason.

i love you, pile 4! have a soft day, baby <3

pile 5.

this person thinks you're a very fiery person, but also soft. one of the main memories they probably have of you is you speaking out against something wrong, or you holding your chest out, talking about something passionately with a big, dopey grin on your face. you may come off as argumentative even though all you're trying to do is make somebody see your side of the story. there's a very feline quality to you--you may have sharp eyes or angular features that this person notices, your movements are fluid and languid and you carry yourself with a certain level of respect, which they appreciate. they like the stark contrast between you two, they like having a circle that is different than them so they can learn from them. however, they can view you as someone less than them in a certain aspect; maybe they're a bit smarter than you in a certain subject, so this may be in college/a scholarly setting. however, they do see how emotionally wise you are, and they think that this contrast puts you guys on an even level.

they think that there's a certain luck around you. you speak words into the air and suddenly you have everything you want. you're a hard worker and they like this quality of yours, how you don't laze off and instead go get what you want. however, this person doesn't necessarily know your intentions--with them, or anyone else, so they're a bit wary of that. you don't speak about wishy washy things very easily, and you're not fond of gossiping, so they're kind of suspicious, because they know that they're on your mind, but they can't tell whether you like them or hate them or whatttt. you have a rbf, probably, and this may be scaring them off a little bit because you tend to look at them like you hate them, which is...noticed. do not fear!! they think you're pretty awesome and cool and their internal dialogue speaks about you often, but i would suggest being wary because this soul may not be as old as yours.

i love you, pile 5! have a great day, honey <3

pile 6.

first off, they think you're intimidating. you have a very heavy, very felt presence--but at the same time, you don't necessarily give people access to your energy very easily. you're a magnetic person, a bit messy and disarrayed at times, but that's where your charm lies, in how frazzled yet put-together you can be at once. you may stand out amongst your friend group...maybe you're the alternative one, or your features are different, but something about you stands out like a sore thumb but you carry this difference with pride. this person admires your willingness and your loyalty to stay next to whatever you find passion in--for most of you, they may have observed you with a close-knit group of friends, coworkers, family, et cetera. they notice how you seem to bloom when you're with the right thing; maybe you're good at doing your hobby and you flourish, it's like this physical glow washes over you and you perk up like a plant in sunlight. this person has always noticed you observing them--not just them, but everything else.

you don't think you're as observant as you are. you're very alluring, and mysterious, like a puzzle; which isn't necessarily a good thing because some people may see you as a problem they must solve. this person doesn't know you well enough to form a deep opinion of you. you're very slow to reveal all of your parts, to make sure that people don't stick with you just because of one quality; your looks, attitude, the way that you can change a bad day into a good one. you make sure that people are willing to stick with you through good and bad, and you carry this authenticity and genuine heart to you that's rare to see nowadays.

i love you, pile 6!! have a lovely day, dearest one <3

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi! New random idea that popped into my head falling asleep in the bat boys hoodies while they're on partol.3

I probably misinterpreted this ask but have this instead!

Dick

Uses you sleeping under his hoodie to pretend that he had somehow gotten pregnant.

No one believed this bullshit because dick had gone on multiple rants of you burying yourself under his hoodie and sleeping while clinging onto his chest. He had albums full of these moments that his teammates wonder whether or not he had storage on his phone that wasn’t dedicated to you.

But dick would get a little distracted with you sleeping under his hoodie when he was out on patrol, no matter how hard he tries to focus, he was brought back to you and smiling to himself at how much you trusted him to keep you company while you slept soundly against his chest.

It’s been rather slow for patrol, which was what he wanted but that meant he was prone to giving you kisses and back rubs whenever he felt bored with the unusual quietness of Gotham city. Dick would even hum a tune to you softly or even tell you silly little stories about the stars, anything and everything to keep his mind occupied and you in a state of relaxation under his touch.

‘I still have to go on that stargazing date with you sooner or later.’ He says to no one in particular as he rubs your back, tracing words into it as he smiles softly. ‘I’ll bring Hayley since she loves you so much, I’m jealous but then again I love seeing my two favourites sweethearts being adorable and cute-,’ dick gasps, ‘also we need to do a Halloween costume photo shoot with Hayley sooner or later. What do you think?’

You shuffled a little.

‘I’m glad you agree, we should do it soon.’ Dick replied as he walked across the rooftop in search of anything out of the ordinary, with Halloween closely encroaching, he guessed that people were preparing for the holiday but unfortunately for Dick evil doesn’t take a rest; even on holidays.

Jason

He thought this was ridiculously dangerous for you to pull off, sleeping under his hoodie while on patrol!?

He’s staying on the rooftops and out of range as much as possible as he pops his head under the collar of his hoodie to check on you, only to find you still soundly asleep against his chest as he sighs in relief.

‘Still sound asleep?’ Roy asked.

‘Still- wait,’ Jason looked over at Roy who looked back at him and shrugged his shoulders. ‘You keep checking on them like a mother hen, that and you’re not actually subtle when you keep looking down the collar of your hoodie.’

Jason internally groans but despite cursing himself for being caught, his hand instinctively rubbed your back when he felt you shift under his hoodie, reassuring you that everything was okay and that it wouldn’t be long until you got to go home. Roy smirks as he watched Jason coddle you during this particularly boring night of patrol, finding his need to keep periodically checking on you now and then rather endearing in all honestly, but would put a hand on Jason’s shoulder and remind him;

‘They aren’t going to up and disappear if you don’t check on them for a split second dude, they’ll always be there clinging to you like a koala.’

Jason knew this but didn’t trust Gotham enough to take his eyes off of you without thinking you’ll be taken the next, Gotham didn’t allow anyone to be happy for long, and this relationship with you had was more or less a dream come true for Jason; who had finally found his god given solace in you and wasn’t willing to loose you anytime soon, so forgive him if he wasn’t eager to be apart for you for a while and come across as a protective bear.

‘I know,’ Jason hummed softly, cuddling you closer out of instinct, ‘I know they won’t but I’m not risking anything, not while we’re in Gotham.’ He adds and Roy only accepts this as he went back to his post, making sure that no one would take Jason or you off guard.

Bruce

Curse you and your puppy eyes because Bruce was planning on leaving you in the bat cave upon seeing how tired you were, now here he was, out on patrol with Damian as you slept soundly under his hoodie like you had been for the past hour and half.

‘Why didn’t you leave them back at the man or father?’ Damian asked, patting your head gently through Bruce’s dark hoodie.

‘They have ways of holding things over my head Damian,’ Bruce replied as he felt you snuggle closer to him in your sleep, kissing his collar bone as though to remind him and yourself that you were okay, that everything was okay, ‘ways of which I find myself unable to deny.’ He adds as he kisses the top of your head.

‘Still patrol isn’t exactly safe to be falling asleep.’ Damian echoed the concern of your wellbeing that was prevalent in Bruce’s mind as he raised an eyebrow at his father’s decisions.

‘Try telling them that and watch them pull the puppy eyes like their life depends on it.’ Bruce thought to himself but would never say aloud for…multiple reasons as he looks over at Damian who was hovering over the lump that was you like a protective but overbearing hawk as he stared at his father.

‘I will not allow them to be hurt.’ He declared and Bruce could be help but smile at how adamant his son was in wanting to keep you safe. It was something they bother shared, even know they were well aware that you could keep yourself safe, all in thanks to their intensive training you were put under months ago.

‘They could take out thugs with one arm tied behind their back, they’re more than capable Damian.’ Bruce said humorously as his son pouted and took his seat in front of him, in front of you protectively as he unsheathed his sword. ‘Regardless of their abilities, they’re sleeping right now and must be watched over at all times.’ Was Damian’s response as father and son watched over their city, while the city remained clueless that they were watching over more then just the city but also the slumbering person under Bruce’s hoodie, sleeping soundly.

[nameless-jamie]

The Hangover Helper

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing, suggestive scenes

7:32 AM – Jamie Tartt’s Flat

Y/N knew exactly what she was walking into before she even stepped inside.

The second she opened the door (thankfully, she remembered to use the spare key Jamie had given her after the fourth time he lost his own), she was hit with the overwhelming stench of tequila, regret, and expensive cologne.

The place was a disaster.

Clothes on the floor. A half-eaten kebab on the coffee table. A single sock dangling from the ceiling fan—she didn’t even wanna ask.

And then, from the depths of his bedroom, came the unmistakable sound of a dying man.

She sighed, rolling her eyes. Here we go.

With her coffee in one hand and zero patience in the other, she made her way to his room, nudging the door open with her foot.

And there he was.

Jamie Tartt. Top half covered, bottom half naked...as usual.

Premier League footballer. Richmond’s golden boy. A man so dramatic he made Shakespeare look like a realist.

Currently, he was face-down in his pillows, covered by half a blanket, groaning like he’d been personally cursed by the gods.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled, voice muffled. “Close the door. It’s too loud an' bright.”

She scoffed. “Jamie, the door is silent. You’re hungover, not a vampire.”

Another groan. “I might be. Feels like I’m dyin’.”

She took a long, deliberate sip of her coffee. “Good. Serves you right.”

Jamie peeked one bloodshot eye out from his cocoon of suffering. “That’s well cruel. What happened to ‘in sickness and in health,’ eh?”

She snorted. “That’s marriage, Jamie. I’m your assistant, not your wife.”

Jamie smirked weakly. “Dunno. Feels like we’re emotionally married at this point. You've already kissed me that one time, remember?”

“I told you it was an accident, Jamie! I wasn't in the right state of mind. You said it's okay and that you won't mention it again! God, if I were your wife I'd want a divorce.”

He rolled his eyes and mumbled something along the lines of "How do you even kiss someone 'on accident'" into his pillow

She ignored him and clapped her hands. “C’mon, superstar, time to get up.”

Jamie groaned louder, dramatically flopping onto his back. “Can’t. Won’t. Refuse.”

“You have training.”

“I have a headache.”

“Your fault.”

“You’re mean.”

“You’re annoying.”

Jamie pouted, fully committing to his dramatics. “I thought you were supposed to take care of me.”

She crossed her arms. “I do. Every day. Which is why I know you have exactly seven minutes before I call Roy and tell him you’re too hungover to come in.”

Jamie bolted upright.

His head immediately regretted it.

“Fuck,” he winced, grabbing his temples. “Don’t be evil.”

She grinned. “Then move your fine ass.”

Jamie huffed, flopping back down. “Alright. But you gotta help me.”

“Help you what?”

He smirked that smirk, eyes half-lidded and full of mischief. “Get dressed. I’m all weak an’ vulnerable, babe.”

She rolled her eyes so hard they almost fell out of her skull. “You literally run ten miles in a match, Jamie.”

He made grabby hands. “Too hungover. You gotta do it.”

She threw a pillow at his face.

Jamie cackled, but it quickly turned into a pained groan as his head protested the movement.

“Christ,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “Never lettin’ Jack Daniels win again.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, sighing. “How bad is it?”

Jamie dramatically collapsed onto her lap, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Swear down, I’d die without ya,” he mumbled, half-asleep already.

Her heart stuttered, but she refused to let him know that.

Instead, she poked his forehead. “You wouldn’t. You’d just be late to training and piss off Roy.”

Jamie sighed, sinking deeper into her lap, voice all sleepy and soft.

“Same thing, innit?”

She let out a small breath, barely suppressing a smile as she ran her fingers through his messy hair.

“Alright, drama queen,” she muttered, nudging his shoulder. “If I make you coffee, will you actually get up?”

Jamie peeked up at her, grinning lazily. “Only if you drink it with me in bed.”

She scoffed. “Not happening.”

“Then I ain’t movin’.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I’ll just text Roy then.”

Jamie immediately sat up. “Fuckin’ hell, woman. You’re ruthless.”

She smirked. “And yet, you’d die without me?”

Jamie stretched his arms over his head, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of his abs. He definitely did that on purpose.

“Yeah, well,” he said, giving her a slow, sleepy grin, “at least I’d die lookin’ at somethin’ pretty.”

She rolled her eyes again, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up her neck.

“You’re insufferable,” she muttered, standing up.

Jamie flopped back onto the bed, making a dramatic show of reaching for her. “Don’t leave me, love.”

She turned around in the doorway, shaking her head. “I’ll be back with coffee. Make some room in bed for me.”

Jamie sighed. “You’re an angel.”

“And you’re a pain in my ass.”

Jamie grinned. “You love it.”

She didn’t answer.

Because, unfortunately for her, he might actually be right.

[kalak]

Darth vader in comics is wild because he's evil but like. While palpatine and tarkin and other empire high ranking officials were being like I shall genocide countless cultures and races and subjugate planets with force and imprison a shitload of people to fuel the empire's military expansion. The Republic is gone and an authoritarian dictatorship will take its place

And then Vader is like I'm going to build a SITH PALACE in a lava planet I'm going to CURSE my underling so he has to fight for eternity as a half physical, half ghost state. I'm going to podrace into a SANDSTORM, I'm going to inadvertently save a civilization by battling a MASSIVE shark monster while riding a epic black horse creature, I'm going to battle palpatine à la a kaiju battle, both mind controlling a beast to fight in our stead. Meanwhile also sobbing over padme whenever given the chance,

[yeagersss]

So back when I was super new to jjk (and Sukuna) I had this rp going on with my friend and I kinda wanna share what it was. It's not canon accurate at all but... Enjoy I guess? Haha.

So at first it is set in the modern JJK world. Sukuna ditches being evil and just lived his life after his reincarnation (under the watchful eyes of Gojo btw) and he gains his own body, falls in love and eventually has a daughter.

And he's the happiest he's ever been. He has a home and a small family of his own. He's content with living a quiet life with you and his daughter.

But of course, even if he has kinda "retired" from being the King of Curses, people are still after him. And somehow, he isn't able to protect you and his daughter.

You both are murdered in front of his eyes and Sukuna ends up going on a rampage, shifting back to his old bloodlust self as he gleeful destroys Tokyo.

Of course, Gojo is send to deal with him. Sukuna happily fights him with a ferocious grin on his face but Gojo can see right through him and knows the pain he's in (Gojo knows you and the family Sukuna had considering he popped by from time to time to check up on him much to Sukuna's dismay)

Gojo tries to reason with him but Sukuna just scoffs and grins and says to continue this. Their much awaited fight. (Shinjuku Showdown doesn't exist in this cuz I was anime only back then lol)

But during the fight, he remembers a memory of that one time Gojo had left after his routine visits. Where he scoffed and said the sorcerer was a pain in the ass to which you giggled.

"I'm far stronger than him. Such arrogance to think he can control the likes of me."

And you had smiled and gently nudged his shoulder. "Well, if you both ever fight again, I'll be there to cheer you on, Kuna." And his heart had just warms at your words.

And that's when it all comes crashing down on him. You're gone. You are no more. In his thousand years of existence, he had gained one good thing and he had lost it all.

He couldn't bring himself to fight, letting Gojo drag him across building to building until finally he's on his knees, looking down on the ground silently. Battered and bloodied.

And finally, he makes his decision. He has no reason to be here anymore.

This era had given him enough... It was time for him to leave.

And so, he gets up and starts walking away. Gojo watches him before speaking up. "Mind telling me where you're going?"

Sukuna stops, doesn't turn around as he quietly says. "Away. Do not follow me."

And Gojo doesn't.

So what Sukuna does is that he leaves the city, travels to the highest peak of the mountain ranges surrounding Tokyo and finds a cave.

It was time for him to leave this era for good. And that is what he does as he sits down cross legged on the rocky floor inside the cave and closes his eyes.

For the next thousand years, he meditates.

Civilisations grow and fall. Landscapes and seasons change. People come and go.

Until finally Sukuna opens his eyes.

And the world he is greeted with has changed completely.

Where Tokyo once stood, he could only see miles and miles of greenery and nothing else and when he decides to step into this new era and explore it, he comes across a small village.

Humanity had reverted back to its traditional ways. There was no technology, only men and women walking about, building wooden huts, herding animals and sharpening weapons as they chatted amongst each other.

And as he watched the village from afar, his attention was caught by a loud commotion.

"Easy, girl. Easy!"

You.

It was you.

You, who was riding on a horse, firmly pulling on its reins. You laughed softly and leaned in to gently pet her mane.

One thousand years later, you had reincarnated.

Part 2? Idk it depends on how this is received because this rp was pretty long haha and yeah ik Sukuna isn't immortal but let's just pretend he used his curse energy to preserve his body in the meditating state so granting him immortality or whatever tf yeah 🫠

[captain-heartstrings]

Poppy Playtime chapter 4 truly was on another level. Being that Poppy wasn’t lying when she said it was hell. Unlike anything that was seen in the previous chapters. I feel that the prison is going to flip Angel’s world upside down. Angel truly is a pacifist, wanting to save everyone. But I don’t think any of the new experiments that were introduced can be saved.

Nightmare Critters : They’re irrelevant.

Pianosaurus : Mob did do him dirty, but even then in his canon lore, or at least the lore we were given about him, he was a massive failure. In its own prisoner profile it’s stated, “…temperament is like that of a rabid animal. It snaps at perceived motion, eats whatever fits in its mouth regardless of appetite, combats the conditioning staff, and it CANNOT even play its insipid piano rhythms in TUNE.” Plus, it’s does serve a function. Part of Doey’s introduction and showing us just how dangerous Doey can be.

Yarnaby : we have a lot of information on him, specifically from the ARG. Yarnaby is very strong physically, but he is very weak mentally. He seems fine emotionally though, being that he can form attachments to people. However, it was his emotional state that Dr. Sawyer took advantage of. Dr. Sawyer is Yarnaby’s entire world, with Yarnaby being Sawyer’s guard dog.

The prototype was Catnap’s entire world, however the difference between Catnap and Yarnaby is that Catnap does have a “head on his shoulders”, though it did take 50 tries to find the right words and right course of action to change his mind. But so far, from what I’ve seen, if Sawyer instructed Yarnaby to kill himself, he would do it in a heart beat, without a second thought.

The Doctor : Dr. Harley Sawyer is an evil man. Plain and simple. He deeply believes that his creations, everything he has ever worked on since working for playtime and becoming an experiment himself, will give humanity salvation. Nothing Angel says or does is going to change his mind.

Doey the Doegh Man : Doey with three minds in one body is very unstable. Jack, the youngest of the three, is absolutely terrified and just wants to go home with his mommy and daddy, I don’t even think Jack has processed that he killed his parents. Kevin, the most violent of the three, very quick to anger and refuses to listen to reason. Matthew, the eldest, is desperately trying to keep everything under control, trying to hold everyone and everything together. It was stated many times that one stray emotion can send Doey over the edge, turning on and lashing out on even those he trusts. During his boss fight, Doey is filled with nothing but regret, hatred, and sorrow. And Angel, just won’t be able to calm him down.

This idea of not being able to save the toys from the prison comes from the saying, “Anyone can change, but not everyone wants to.” And I feel that prison is really to take Angel by storm.

But of course these are just my thoughts.

I'll just say this: This is a fix it AU man. If you're not expecting me to bend the story to save ANYONE in chapter 4 you aren't going to enjoy the AU.

One nightmare critter will be saved, Pianosaurus isn't going to be permanent feature to the group but he's not going to die, Yarnaby is going to be saved, Doey is going to be saved, Sawyer is going to be forcefully removed from his position of power and "saved". (Really excited for that one.)

[clownakai]

Hi! Let's talk about: Conan's terribly kept secret, and how come he doesn't seem to mind that Akai has pretty much figured it out (and teases him about it)

I'm not going to lie, I think about this a lot and I've wanted to make a post dissecting the whole thing for a while. It's one of those details within two characters' relationship that says a lot about their overall dynamic, in my opinion.

So, to start off, let's address the secret in question and what it means to Conan. Basic stuff, but it's a useful starting point.

The first and greatest motivation behind Shinichi's efforts to keep his situation a secret from Ran is that he doesn't want to endanger her (good idea in theory, not so easy in practice, but this post isn't about that).

In time, this also becomes valid for everyone who associates with Kudou Shinichi and/or Edogawa Conan, given all the stunts he pulls as the latter. Just to be on the safer side, those two identities should remain separate.

Now, here's the first real "outsider" who figures out Conan is Shinichi.

I'm kind of reading this as Conan attempting to call Hattori's bluff, but as soon as he realizes that the guy is serious about telling Ran everything, he drops all pretenses and comes clean about the APTX.

Now, since this is still pretty early on in the manga, we can argue that Conan's identity hasn't been solidified just yet and Shinichi doesn't know how dangerous the Organization actually is, and combining that with the fact that Hattori is pretty much a stranger, the pros of conceding defeat on the matter and explaining himself to a fellow detective definitely outweigh the cons.

(This also gifts us with the funniest swaggest most whimsical duo ever, but I digress /silly)

And after Heiji, we have the man, the myth, the legend. Hondou Eisuke. His case is kind of particular, in that he doesn't really try to get the secret out of Conan. The truth is presented to him due to something unrelated (asking Ran out), which is apparently reason enough for Shinichi to out himself.

I do believe that Shinichi felt secure enough in doing this for a couple reasons: first and foremost, Eisuke is at least marginally aware of the Organization and the danger it represents, and he knows the importance of keeping secrets given both his sister's situation and his career choice. Secondly, Eisuke is leaving Japan: sure, there's a chance he might stay in contact with his friends via text, but he has no reason to tell Ran about Conan's real identity in the first place.

The real "danger" here was the possibility (very, very small. Basically non-existent, to be honest) that Ran would say yes to Eisuke's proposal to go to the States together (where, in Shinichi's mind, he wouldn't be able to follow, where he wouldn't be able to watch over her, where he felt he would lose her in every way that matters), and that chance, no matter how small, warranted an intervention. Not exactly pure logic, but that's teenagers for you (affectionate).

Alright, so what about people like Masumi? She even has an advantage in that she already knows about the existence of a drug that makes people shrink: her own mom looks like a middle schooler because of that. She's in danger no matter how you look at it, and she's clearly been keeping that secret the same way Agasa, Hattori, and the Kudous have for a good while. So how come she doesn't get to join the club?

The answer is, of course, the risk factor.

Masumi, as we all know, wouldn't know the meaning of subtlety if it hit her in the face with a baseball bat. We love and cherish her regardless, but admittedly, that's not a trait that would inspire trust in a pair of teenagers hiding their continued existence from an evil syndicate.

That's right! We have her timing to keep in mind as well. Masumi is added to the scene well into the main timeline's events, which means multiple things:

Conan's identity is finally well-established and separate from Shinichi's. Ran has had her suspicions in multiple instances, but they've been assuaged every time. Still, that balance is hard to maintain.

Shinichi is now fully aware of just how dangerous the Organization is: he's now much more reluctant to just share his secret willy-nilly with random strangers, even though they might prove to be useful allies in the long run.

Conan isn't the only shrunk teenager running around anymore: Haibara has just as much reason as him, if not more, to want to keep the number of people in the know as low as possible. By revealing his own secret, there would be virtually no way for Shinichi to keep Haibara out of the metaphorical line of fire.

Therefore, a variable that behaves like this...

Or this...

Isn't very likely to garner much favor from either of these two.

Something to take note of, though, is the fact that Conan pretty much only ever panics when Masumi brings up his identity if she's making an active effort to also bring the matter up with people who are firmly on the "Absolutely Cannot Find Out" list (Ran especially).

In multiple other instances, when Masumi alludes to being aware of Conan's ruse but talks to him one-on-one and makes it clear that the comment is a one-off occasion (and that she's not going to push it this time), Shinichi doesn't really lose his cool.

He may stumble over his words a bit, but the moment isn't played as dramatic or high-risk, per se. It's more as if he were being privately teased about his situation— sort of like as inside joke. It's not exactly welcome, but it also doesn't raise any alarm bells since it stays between him and Masumi.

Now, would Conan's problems with Masumi's nosiness be solved if he gave up and admitted the truth she already knows? Of course, but that's not really the point.

The issue is that this wouldn't be happening on his terms. He would be giving in to someone's else's demands, and in addition to that, Masumi has been asking non-stop about the antidote that Shinichi intermittently uses to get back to normal.

That, above all else, is what makes the endless dance of denial necessary, I think: admitting the truth also means outright admitting that prototypes of an antidote exist, and that means exposing Haibara (both her past work and therefore criminal background, and what she's been working on these past few months: letting Masumi have even a single pill would mean the MI6 getting their hands on it in turn, and that's pretty much not something anyone wants), which in turn would probably set off a very unpleasant chain reaction for everyone involved.

When Shinichi conceded defeat with Hattori, it wasn't on his terms either, but at least he knew the guy didn't really have any ulterior motive apart from his one-sided beef with the Detective of the East.

With Masumi there is no such certainty— quite the opposite, in fact, which is why I think this is the reason he's been so insistent on denying the truth even when he now knows full well that Masumi's can be no mere suspicions.

With all that said, let's get to the point of this bad boy! (I did not think this analysis would get so long. Holy shit)

Let's start with the fact that Akai operates on a pretty simple need-to-know basis. If something isn't relevant to what he's trying to do, he tends not to mention it. Still, he's not exactly strict about this: when Conan mentions Akai and Masumi's familial relation, he takes it in stride and gives his own confirmation because he sees no reason not to.

Now, this of course doesn't mean that he can't get curious about things himself, or that he won't conduct his own investigations on said things. His M.O., however, is very different from that of, say, Hattori or Masumi. It can probably be chalked up to maturity and years of experience, along with the simple matter of his personality, but Akai doesn't exactly make a spectacle of things.

He knows when to push and when to let go in a manner that still gives him the answers he seeks. He easily manipulates Conan into giving himself away as Shinichi while still making sure to be the only one witnessing that moment.

And then he decides to be a bastard and give Conan a heart attack... for about a tenth of a second, since as he does that he also carefully words things in order to give the kid an easy out.

All Akai wanted was to figure out the mystery in front of him (he's by admission a curious guy. He likes solving puzzles): now that he has his answers, he's not really going to do anything with them because he has no reason to— Conan is already willing to cooperate with him and the FBI (and has already done so before), after all. They already share intel more or less freely. He's literally living in the kid's house. For free. Why would he jeopardize any of that by falling out of favor with him?

This, I think, is a pretty solid basis upon which I can build my beautiful sandcastle.

Of the couple times in which Akai respectively asks Conan about his identity outright and mildly teases him about his circumstances, the context always plays a huge role.

In the first scenario, the two are speaking in public, yes, but at the same time the conversation is:

Pretty much kept private

Initiated by Conan (he asked for information first!)

Framed as a proposal of a mutual exchange by Akai, who also backs off immediately as soon as Conan turns him down

Of course, Shinichi is already reasonably sure Akai has him figured out anyway, so the point is moot, but it's still nice to get plausible deniability and still be somewhat in control of when he's going to come clean to the guy of his own volition.

In the second scenario, the situation is even more "secure" so to speak, as:

They're sitting in Okiya Subaru's car

They're completely alone

They're in a hurry to do something else (God fucking dammit, Shuukichi)

In this case, Conan doesn't outright react to the jab. Maybe it's because he doesn't really know what to say, or maybe it's just that he doesn't have enough time to come up with a reply before Shuukichi picks up the call. Either way, he does perhaps look a little put on the spot, but there's no real panicked reaction, no telltale change in what Conan's pupils look like in true DetCo fashion, which I'd say confirms he doesn't feel threatened at the moment.

(If we really must give it a critical interpretation, maybe the bit feels a little like a joke falling flat because it was made during an otherwise tense moment and it has nothing to do with the bigger issue.)

It's also worth noting how Akai's dig directly ties into his own circumstances, which possibly helps with lowering the "offensive" charge of the words. It's not a direct accusation, but rather a mildly humorous, harmless observation about their shared status (presumed dead by the enemy).

The biggest thing about both scenes is still, however, the fact that Akai unfailingly frames the subject in a way that leaves the choice of whether to actually talk about it completely up to Conan. He definitely recognizes his position as privileged/advantaged, but actively chooses not to make use of that, and he hasn't treated Conan any differently ever since verifying his suspicions either.

(Sidenote: I do believe that keeping the kid's identity from his own colleagues is also a strategic choice. Like I mentioned before, outing Conan would mean outing Haibara, and I do believe Akai's promise to protect Shiho also includes keeping her far away from any government agency who may be interested in what she knows— and what she's done.)

In conclusion: I am extremely normal about random interactions between these two and also I think that Conan's unshakeable trust in Akai stems from how the guy has been treating him ever since they started collaborating— with genuine respect (and even admiration) and never actually making him feel cornered the way so many others do, whether intentionally or not. This results in occasional sillygoofy privileges because Akai can recognize the time and the place in which it's acceptable to tease the Cone.

[vigilante-3073]

Daddy's Girl

Gregory House x Pregnant Female Reader

Summary: Y/N is a stay at home mother who is at the end of her rope with an unruly toddler. She makes a desperate call to her husband in hopes that he can stop is daughter's rampage.

TW: Tantrums, mentions of emotional distress/depression/pregnancy, House being House.

D/N: Daughter's name

Y/N was an author and had taken a step back from her job when D/N was born. Y/N and House had been married for eight years and had one rambunctious three year old child.

D/N was a daddy's girl from the moment she was born, clinging to House at every opportunity. She was her father's little angel and could do absolutely no wrong when he was around.

Y/N had recently found out that she was pregnant, now eighteen weeks along with hormones that kept her emotions on a hairpin trigger.

D/N had recently encountered some big emotions of her own, dissipating into screaming tantrums at the smallest things. Y/N could only handle so much, already running around the house from sunrise to sunset every day.

Y/N cleaned, cooked and looked after their daughter every day. House was often working until the early hours of the morning, sleeping in late and leaving for work when he woke up.

Y/N felt like she was losing her mind, barely able to keep it together when D/N started wailing about being given the wrong color plate.

D/N threw the plate onto the ground with a shriek, falling to the floor dramatically and rolling around while wailing like a banshee.

Y/N wanted to walk out, but she tried to remain calm and talk to her daughter. Every time she opened her mouth, D/N screamed louder and drowned out the sound of her voice.

Y/N felt her eyes well with tears, staring down at the squirming child as she kicked and pounded her fists on the floor. Y/N grabbed her cellphone and walked down the hallway, stepping into the bedroom and slamming the door behind herself.

Tears began pouring down her cheeks as she dialed her husband's number with shaking hands. Y/N ran a hand through her hair as she paced across the floor, listening to the line ring.

The line clicked as he answered the call, "What's wrong?" House asked.

Y/N's lip trembled, "D/N is a monster. I gave her the wrong color plate and she threw her food at me! She threw her food at me and started screaming! I can't handle it, Greg. I need- I need your help. She won't stop and I can't do it anymore," Y/N sobbed.

"Is she hurt?" House asked.

"No, she's just- she's evil! She won't stop screaming and she won't listen to me. This happens every day and I can't take it," Y/N hiccuped, breath catching in her chest as she continued to pace.

"Alright, calm down. You need to take a breath, okay? " House said.

Y/N huffed, "I can't do this, Greg," She mumbled.

"Yes, you can. Catch your breath and take a minute before you go back out there. If she's still losing her mind, ignore her," House stated.

"There's gotta be something wrong with her, Greg. She's- She is driving me crazy. She just keeps screaming and wailing all the time, it's endless," Y/N said.

"Alright, I'm on my way. Just calm yourself down, okay?" He questioned.

Y/N nodded, "Okay," She mumbled, pulling the phone from her ear and hanging up.

...

House could hear his daughter screaming from the hallway as he approached their apartment. He knew that D/N could be fussy, but he had never heard her behave like that.

House unlocked the door and opened it, grimacing at the sheer volume of his daughter's wails. He stepped into the apartment, quickly spotting his wife sitting in the armchair.

Y/N watched her daughter roll around on the floor with a blank expression, her arms were crossed and her eyes were red.

Y/N had been having trouble with weight loss during this pregnancy, House assumed that it was an increase of morning sickness but he didn't ask. Now that he saw what his wife dealt with every day, it was obvious that Y/N was severely depressed.

"Hey!" House yelled.

D/N stopped screaming immediately, rolling onto her belly and looking up at her father. House watched her as she stood up, rushing over to him with a whimper.

"You threw your food at your mother. No hugs for bad girls," House stated.

His daughter's lip trembled as more tears welled up in her eyes, Y/N shook her head silently, obviously assuming that House would cave in.

"Go to your room and don't come out until I tell you to. Go, now," House said sternly.

D/N turned and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door before she threw herself onto her bed, resuming her tantrum with full force.

"Is she always like that?" House asked.

"Every day," Y/N mumbled, staring off into space.

House pulled his phone from his pocket, dialing a number before lifting the phone up to his ear.

"Who are you calling?" Y/N asked, he held up a finger.

"Hey, I need a favor. Can you come watch D/N for a few hours?" House questioned, listening to the person's response.

"Perfect, thank you... Oh, and you might want to bring some earplugs," House said, pulling the phone away from his ear and hanging it up.

House made his way over, sitting down in the couch beside his wife. He took her arm, pressing his fingertips against her wrist and looking down at his watch.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Checking your pulse," He said, falling silent as he continued to count.

House released her arm, "Feeling okay?" He asked.

She shrugged, "I guess," Y/N muttered.

"Don't guess, be honest," House said.

"I'm tired, Greg. I'm just so unbelievably tired," Y/N stated.

"Why didn't you tell me how bad it was?" House asked.

"It wouldn't make a difference, she doesn't act like that around you... She just hates me," Y/N mumbled.

"D/N loves you... She's a toddler and they throw tantrums. She'll grow out of it soon enough," House said.

"Yeah, right as the next baby grows into it... I mean, if I can't handle it already, what am I gonna do with her and a newborn? There's a part of me that just wants to leave and never come back," Y/N said.

"You're depressed," House stated.

Y/N looked over at him, "A diagnosis doesn't change anything," She replied.

"There are treatments we can try," House offered.

"I don't want to try anything," Y/N said.

"Fine, we can talk about it another time, but we are going to talk about it at some point," House said.

A gentle knock sounded from the door, "Stay here. I'll be right back," House said, making his way over. House opened the door, stepping out of the apartment and closing the door behind himself.

"Is everything okay?" Wilson asked.

"No, Y/N is depressed. It's bad," House said.

"What are you going to do?" Wilson questioned, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

"I have no idea," House stated.

"Let me know if I can do anything to help," Wilson said.

"Right now, I just need you to watch the kid," House said, Wilson nodded.

"You can go in, Y/N is in the living room and kid is in her room. I just need to make a call," House said.

...

House walked Y/N into the office, she stiffened when she realized where he had taken her, "House, I'm not doing this," She snapped.

"You need to," House stated.

"I don't want to," Y/N replied, moving to step around him. House caught her wrist, he opened his mouth to say something before the door opened.

"Doctor House, this must be Y/N. Nice to meet you, I'm Doctor Nolan," The man said, making his way over to them.

"Your husband told me that you've been having a bit of a hard time recently. Why don't we step into my office and talk?" Doctor Nolan asked.

"Respectfully, I'm not looking for a therapist," Y/N said.

"I'm not looking for a patient... Just give me forty-five minutes of your time and you can be on your way," Doctor Nolan said.

Y/N shifted on her feet, she looked around herself nervously, "I don't want to do this," Y/N said softly.

"Can you tell me why?" Doctor Nolan questioned.

"I don't want to lose my kids," She mumbled, House tensed.

"Nobody is going to take your children. Right now, our main concern is you and your health," Doctor Nolan said.

"If I can talk to him, you can talk to him," House assured.

"Okay," Y/N mumbled hesitantly.

"Right this way, Missus House," Doctor Nolan said, gesturing in the direction of his office.

Y/N made her way into his office, Doctor Nolan followed after her before closing the door behind them.

House took a seat in the one of the chairs, waiting patiently while Y/N spoke to the doctor.

House knew that antenatal depression was nothing to mess around with. Y/N was terrified of what could happen if she admitted to having the condition.

House hoped that talking to a Psychiatrist would help her get a handle on her emotions. Y/N did not neglect or abuse their child, but she had definitely been neglecting herself.

House was beginning to wonder when the last time he had seen her eat or drink something was. Y/N barely slept and she pushed her body to its limit every day.

It wasn't good for her and it certainly wasn't good for the baby.

House could feel himself beginning to get antsy as an hour passed. The door opened and Y/N made her way back out into the waiting room with Doctor Nolan following closely behind her.

"I'd like you to come back and see me, Y/N. I believe that you can really benefit from some counseling. Hopefully you're willing to consider it," Doctor Nolan said, Y/N nodded.

"Take me home," She muttered, walking out of the office.

"How bad is it?" House asked.

"Your wife needs you, House... I can't see this ending well if she doesn't have an adequate support system behind her," Doctor Nolan said.

"Is she a danger to herself?" House asked.

"In my personal opinion, no," The Doctor said.

House nodded, "Thanks for seeing her," He said.

"Of course," Doctor Nolan nodded.

House followed his wife out of the office, he knew that he would need to make some changes to his lifestyle.

House hoped that Cuddy would allow him to take some time away from the hospital. Even if it wasn't exactly what he wanted, it was what he had to do.

[thebladeblaster]

I’m so excited for what’s coming fr. My thoughts on the arc that just happened.

Sorry, I haven’t talked much about the past few chapters. I have been reading them but haven’t had anything unique to say. I really like this shot.

These two are a pair I never knew was needed. They’re so funny. The Valacs are very interested in the big three grandsons🤣. Getting more characterization from them definitely wasn’t something that I expected. I can’t believe this arc actually made me like Leiji. Makes me wonder if Razberry will get an arc too. I think seeing how other demon schools are is interesting.

Also Balam is so cool. This guy made a grave mistake.

I think it’s really interesting that Nishi is finally calling attention back to the induced evil cycles. I have been thinking for awhile that there will be an evil cycle pandemic which leads to Iruma getting forced back into the human world for his safety. Considering the last arc I’m certain that the human world arc is happening. It’s kinda crazy that the ideas I had for where the story could go seem to be getting set up. I think we’ll see Razberry at least before that happens and Iruma becoming rank 6.

Okay so I’ll say it now what I’ve been thinking for awhile. I believe Baal or/and Kiriwo is intentionally waiting for Iruma’s happiness to reach its peak before sending him crashing down.

Things have changed since Kiriwo’s attempted school bombing he realized how Iruma couldn’t be affected by despair because for so long he really didn’t have anything to lose or look forward to. But Iruma has so much now compared to before. He’s made many connections with people not only at Bablys but throughout the demon world, he has a happy family, and a stable life all the things he never had before. This is shown very clearly in both the Harvest Festival and Devicium. Because he has been given happiness he has become susceptible to these feelings.

I think that in an upcoming arc Baal will induce evil cycles in a bunch of demons then out Iruma. Like remember the last arc with Clara.

She got so close to eating Iruma and is one of those who are the closest to him. If Azz wasn’t there he would’ve been. Now, imagine that but it’s almost everyone. Iruma won’t be safe even with those he considers friends. He will suddenly be isolated who knows who will get infected Azz could or he could get temporarily taken out by someone who is.

I don’t know what would bring him more despair. This or the prospect that he will have to return to the human world. Potentially going back to his old life.

If there was ever something that could break Iruma it’s this.

He’s left vulnerable physically and mentally. In such a state transforming him into Delkira using whatever method Baal has in mind would be simple.

Alternatively the three great grandsons may be able to stop the encroaching disaster together. Leiji seems suspicious of the Six Fingers that are posing as teachers. He may do something to stop what they’re planning. I have a feeling that they’re doing this at Razberry’s school too. With this coming to all of their intentions they could find a way to avoid infection and band together. I guess we’ll see🤔.

Maybe Iruma will finally confront his parents for real if he goes back and if there is some truth to be revealed it could come out. The more time passes the more the “stupid parents sold their kid to a demon” is becoming more suspicious.

Honestly I really want him to get the chance to confront them for all of the crap they put him through. Please let them have powers and be the final villains or something I want Iruma to have an excuse to kick their asses.

[strawberryforks]

cops & chaos // tim bradford x f!reader

part 3/3

warnings: violence, guns, blood, hospitals

a/n: last part! the next fic i’m throwing up is actually COD 🤭🤭 pretty excited tbh it’s been twirling around in my mind for awhile. ANYWAYS, enjoy and have a lovely day!

The plan was to wait until it was dark and the veil of darkness would aid you in slipping away (relatively) unnoticed. Sure, you would have to bypass a few obstacles but it would be fine. Malik would be gone: he was now but for shit, such shit reasons. The plan was great and now it was in the wind. You really planned (ha) to follow it. You had bided your time. Been patient, cautious, careful. And now? You had to disregard all that tedious planning. Being tied up had given you lots of time to think—to consider all the possibilities and you thought you did so meticulously. This, however, was not one of the possibilities you went over.

The rope that your wrists were wrapped in had been cut and you were free–kind of. You were pretending that the binds were still there and doing their jobs and for thirty minutes, while those tasked with guarding you made pleasant, mindless, slightly-scared conversation you played another part: the part of perfect hostage; perfect prisoner (whatever it was you were supposed to be) for just a bit longer. When they sat down, backs to you, leaning against a crate, you let the rop fall away. Cold air touched your skin and as you slowly bent down and untied the rope around your legs, you were so incredibly grateful that even in your injury slash exhaustion laden state you possessed a certain finesse, a stealth. You stood up and a new plan bloomed while your achy limbs protested. They could protest later. Save the complainants for someone who cared; for someone who had the option to listen to their body, lie down, and pop a few ibuprofen.

Sliding behind a support beam, you tried to decide what to do. The warehouse was an old, crumbling, classic evil-villain lair and you debated searching for a sledgehammer and knocking it the fuck down. No time, though. Tim was in danger. Your options were: sneak out weaponless and hope or fight and steal.

You didn’t hope for much. Oil barrels were beside you now. Bracing your back against a pillar you kicked one over and waited. Chaos: ensued.

“Holy shit! Where did she go!”//”How did she get out?”Not important. She’s over there!”//”Call for help?”//”She’s just one girl and boss will kick our ass–”

The one that ran past the pillar, searching for you received a wrench to the head. You wrapped your arm around his throat and drug him back behind the barrels. After choking him into unconsciousness, you emptied his pockets and grabbed the gun from his waistband.

The second man found you–he had a gun too. A bullet split the skin on your shoulder and then your gun, fired twin shots to his kneecaps. Leaning against the wall, bleeding, panting, kindness wasn’t in your vocabulary. It hadn’t been in his. The man cried out, sobbed, as he curled in on himself. You bent down, grabbed his gun. Two was better than one, right? The more the merrier? It was something like that. You walked as fast as you could, drug your body to the best of your ability; followed the new plan.

….

“We have a location!”

They drove to the warehouse, sirens blaring, because Malik was a coward - dishonorably discharged (shocker, you would say) and as much as Grey was hoping for an arrest Tim was hoping he would run–give me a reason to shoot, he thought.

Malik didn’t run. But he did wait. He knew Tim would come; knew he would find him so it was no surprise that the asshole parked himself on the roof with a sniper. He would die after: suicide-by-cop but he would take Time Bradford with him for all the trouble he caused. As the police cars pulled in and Tim stepped out, he adjusted his scope. He leaned in, took a deep and shuddering but gleeful inhale, his sights set, finger pulsing over the trigger and…

“AHHHHH FUCK!” he screamed, “WHAT THE FUCK!?” was shrieked at the same time another shot resounded. He turned around, hand on his ass, where blood sept from twin bullet wounds, to find you, bleeding too, and staggering towards him. When you were close enough, you lunged. You slammed your gun (one of them) into his head twice and another shot went off. By now, everyone knew there was a firefight on the fucking roof. “You crazy bitch! You shot me in my ass!”

“You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you in the face!” you spit, (no, literally, you spit blood on him)

Duct tape was around your neck still, hanging there limply like a slate gray necklace. He rolled you off of him, attempting to choke you out with the slippery metallic material, and you shot him again, bullet in his kneecap this time—your aim was true; you didn’t visit the shooting range as often as you did to not be phenomenal.

Eventually, you wrangle him onto his stomach. You tie his hands together with the duct tape debating mumbling something smart about it being his turn but finding you didn’t have the energy.

Malik is bleeding heavily and good—you’re glad—until you realize you are too. Tit for tat, karma, whatever it is, it’s kicking your ass. You slump against the ledge and your eyes are half-lidded when the door to the roof slams open. Thorsen runs towards you, Harper beside him and… Tim runs past them both. He slides of his knees, so he’s right next to you and his hands fly to your cheeks. He cradles your face, then all of you and he starts shouting. His words blur together–you know that’s bad. Really bad. But you look into his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes, nevermind that they’re full of worry. “Tim,” you say. He responds, says your name like a plea. Cries it out. Then, the shift is dizzying. You’re in his arms, up off the ground and then, then you think you’re looking at Bailey Nune.

When did Bailey get here? You’re lips open but they’re dry, dry mouth plagues you. Water, you need some water. You try to roll over, to grab some—it’s on the nightstand, it’s always on the nightstand, but you cant move your nevk. Hard plastic digs into your chin, almost pinching and you can’t move.

You’re tied up again.

You never got out.

Never stopped Malik.

Tim’s dead, he’s dead. He’sdead,he’sdead,he’sdead.

He’s leaning over you—very alive, very upset. A tear from his eye hits your face. Machines are screaming. Beeping

BEEPING

Then… then…

Then your eyes are opening.

(You don’t remember them shutting)

(He does)

Then your eyes are opening. The fluorescents are bright, overwhelming. You squint and listen to the rhythmic beeping–it’s calmer now, and it’s you; you’re in hospital, hooked up to god knows what. You try to shuffle but feel… pinned. So you look to your side and… it’s Tim. You sigh—when your chest constricts everything save your heart hurts. Your heart, it’s okay, because he’s here and he’s safe. He’s dragged a chair over to your bedside and his head rests on your thighs, arms wrapped halfway around your waits, small snores escaping him. He’s okay and you’re banged up but… also okay. As okay as you can be. You thread your hand your his hair, and whisper a simple “hi.”

“Hi,” he returns, immediately sitting up. He’s standing quick, “I’ll go get a nurse,” but no–no, you don’t want that: only him. You reach out and grab his hand. “Stay,” you beg and he does. He settles down beside you, offering water that he holds to your lips and there’s an awkaward silence. Then, at the same time, you both speak. Try to, atleast.

“I’m so–”

“I was–”

“You can go first,” you say. You’re trying to be polite but also? You don’t feel good: his voice makes you feel better. Not good, but better. He nods, resolute. “I was so fucking scared. I didn’t know whether to be devastated or angry.”

You know. Fuck, you know. Tim’s enemy or not it was your carelessness that ended up earning you a sleepover in a chair. God, your back hurts just thinking about it. “I’m sorry. I know going on a run that late at night was stupid and I should’ve–”

“That’s not even what I’m upset about! You should have brought me or Kojo with, sure, but what I can’t get over was that stunt you pulled on the rooftop. You got out, got free! And what, decided to swing some vigilante justice and–”

“I heard him talking, Tim. He was on the roof with a fucking sniper. It was a trap and he was going to shoot you.”

“You were already shot!”

Exactly?

“And we needed to match, why? Like, I’m sorry for worrying you but when I say I have no regrets I mean it.”

He sighs, “I know.”

You sigh too. Start to whisper like you’re admitting something shameful, but roll your eyes playfully halfway through. “I’ll take that tracker back, though. The one that goes with the necklace,”

“Yeah?” he asks, vaguely amused.

“Yeah,” you say. “Then I’ll give you a ring with a tracker in it, too.”

“Wha–”

“We’ve never been a fan of labels, I know that but… I’d like it if we had a new one. Boyfriend, girlfriend, it sounds so juvenile and the way I feel about you? It’s not. It’s really, really not. Fiance sounds better, doesn’t it?”

“And husband sounds best.”

Hallelujah.

“I think so too. Y/n Bradford has a nice ring, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yeah.” He kisses up your neck and tells you just how nice he thinks it sounds.

[sanakimohara]

[ BOUND BY BLOOD ] - H. H.

master lists <> + CHRISTMAS EVENT: day two (n/a yet)

pairing: Hyunjin x fem! reader

summary: A seductive vampire who has been watching you for centuries finally reveals himself. As Hyunjin pulls you deeper into his world of immortality, the line between love and obsession begins to blur.

date: December 21st 2024

playlist:

warnings: MDNI + NSFW + BLOOD KINK + ORAL + LOTS OF EXPOSITION + MENTIONS OF WITCHCRAFT & PAGAN HOLIDAY + EXTENSIVE PINING

Yule is more than a concession of sacred days ending in immense celebration. You knew of this from a very tender age, of course.

Your mother impressed upon you how vastly more important it was than any other festivity held throughout the year in your small village. A place nestled in the rocky edges of the St. Romanov mountains, just below the everlasting castle at the very top of the harsh scenery. In a dreary land, everyone would be just the same—sulking like the grey, cold clouds that hung high above, even in mid-summer, and bitter like the bark of the evergreen trees and pines occupying the surrounding woods. Many who lived far and near the little ancient plot began to whisper of its strangely happy and content inhabitants centuries before books made of linen and leather were being traded for secrets on the land they lived on.

Some talked of how women resembled eerily beautiful statues on a winter's night. Others told tales of men who never seemed to age past their prime but nearly always perished under terrible circumstances, whether in secret or for all to behold. You were born to a family who pressed truth into these oh-so-beguiled wise tales made up by outsiders. Yet, that was natural within a family littered with witches and warlocks of every kind.

Young and blessed with slow aging and graceful wisdom, your mother and father took it upon themselves to grant you a moderately lavish life within the strangely quaint village. You went without very little, and whatever your kind heart desired was promptly given. Your demure features disarmed many, growing enchanting as you neared the age of two centuries, looking nothing past the age of two bright decades. One might call it luck -especially living in a jagged and whimsical place. But many who lived beyond called it witchcraft at its finest point -the undead's evil doing.

You paid the assumptions no mind. Content with living a life in your studies of the dark arts under the teachings of your nearly pestering and frazzled mother and her less distracted and elated partner -your father. To some extent, he was a patriarch of the town, never fully taking on the title of its Baron and never desiring to when asked. He helped people experiencing poverty, aided people in need, and advised those who did have a hand in village affairs. On the other hand, your mother saw to the population's superstitions and unusual ailments and guarded their shaken resolves with practiced and refined magik. You had undoubtedly become their most prized offering to the masses. A beauty many could behold but could never understand being kept so hidden away at your family estate.

In turn, you were plagued with loneliness that could only be ailed by knowledge of the arts for so long. Years shifted into another half a decade of unbound youth and restrained confidence for you. Thinking of another century in such a state made your heartache and your head spin with sound worry. The terror struck you at family dinner in the dining hall, and you nearly opened your mouth to suggest an alternative to your parents. However, you were halted in a speech by your ever-so-live mother, who'd been unable to stop smiling since you stepped foot into the candlelit room behind your father's usual late arrival.

"I have grand news for you, my dear!" she beamed, and you perked up in your seat in interest. "Mother?...' you cautiously egged her on, sipping from the blackened wine glass set before your plate of half-finished food. She waited to hear you swallow your blackberry wine before glancing at your oddly silent father. "I and your Papa have a gift for you...well, a surprise, to be more specific."

Please, Mother of Darkness, do not let it be another grimoire. I've already filled in four others.

You prayed to the powers that be in a single silent breath, glancing between them as they observed you. "Oh...please do tell me of it. You know how little patience I have for surprises." The sweetest smile crossed your face, pulled tight by subtle anxiety and held there by a need to seem mildly normal about the implications of receiving a new and unknown gift.

Yet, it fell into a quivering line as your mother excitedly spilled her heart out for you to hear.

"We have found you a match, and he is rather eager about it. More than we are if my senses ring true!"

The light wave of shock that gripped you dissipated into relief. A hot flush rushed through d your veins like a flame catching the edge of fresh linen. Any other woman being told of a secure match might feel her heart turned to icey malice, but all you could taste was wild freedom being attained without much fight.

And you couldn't be happier to have it.

Who this match was and why he was so eager to be one with you was another mystery for different times. Now, you wanted a moment to relish in a world to be discovered outside the village you'd known an entire lifetime and mask that joy from the two beings who gave you such power over life as if their announcement hadn't changed a thing in your reeling mind.

With a deep and steadying breath, you replied, "How fortunate. I look forward to beginning our union."

Your mother nodded, sipping wine while your father grumbled a phrase of contentment. She offered you an all-too-tender smile, her bright gaze sparking as you tilted your head in curiosity. "Is there something more you'd like to tell me, Mother?"

She sighed, humming melodically, then set her glass down to speak again, her tone genuinely matter-of-fact.

"You'll be traveling to meet him at his estate within a fortnight."

This wasn't unexpected, yet hearing it aloud stirred a peculiar thrill within you, an undeniable pull toward the unknown that lay waiting.

The fortnight came within a whirlwind of a day. Your belongings were packed and shipped off early at noon, and your father blessed and sealed your treasures an hour before your departure. Your mother sent you off with genuine gifts of goodwill and more excellent fortune, refusing to speak on the mysterious author more than she already had -which only gave you a semblance of a surname from which to paint a picture of him.

Hwang.

It was all you'd know of him until the moon reached its height and your horse-drawn carriage stopped in the gravel walkway in front of his glaringly cold estate. You imagined his features, charm, voice, and sway over those within his power. Sketching his imaginations in a tattered leather-bound grimoire and writing earnest anecdotes of goodwill under each one. You wrote and drew until your hand ached, glad to see the semblance of a large mansion coming into view far across a snow-touched meadow.

The book snapped shut as you refined your focus on the blatantly grand estate. Your mother had called it magnificent when describing where this Hwang hailed from, but she left out the fair detail of how larger-than-life it seemed, with its gardens packed with mere hundreds of people.

A party.

A celebration.

An honoring of Yule.

You had never, ever seen such a large and lavish gathering. Granted, your mother and father never threw one as grand as the one you witnessed now from afar, but the edge of awe was still present as you observed it. People -men, women, the moderately young, and the wise old roamed about.

Some wore masks of gleaming gold, amber, and cherry red. Others wore black veils and cashmere shawls. Everyone in attendance held prestigious looks from afar, dressed in sacred colors starkly contrasting with the pure white snow coating the grounds.

Candles and lanterns were lit to perfection, leaking light into the moonlit night and casting a golden white glow on those who swayed beneath and through them. Shadows danced as many grabbed for waltz partners. A quartet strummed at their instruments and rang their bells into the air. Laughter and speech leaked into the music, piercing the sky.

It was life.

It was passion.

It was beautiful to see.

You ached to join the fun. Think of it constantly, even as the carriage stops at the steps leading straight to the heavy dark oak wood doors carved with the face of Medusa and sealed shut with iron wrought doubles of the letter 'H' leading straight to your new home.

With the help of a kind footman and the relief of a soft gasp, you took tentative steps to the top of the staircase, undeterred by the ice under your heeled boots and the gentle crunch of snow under your every movement. With a step left, the doors creaked open for you, a sudden chill wrapping around you before a steady warmth replaced it. You stopped short, unaffordable of the sudden eeriness, but perplexed to see not a soul standing behind the door.

"Mother of the moon.." you whispered in timid amusement, gazing up at the white sphere gleaming down on your clocked form before allowing its energy to steady your shaken nerves. When your mind could focus again, you bit the inside of your left cheek, slipping into the estate's front doors with a quiet huff, passing by the eyes of Medusa with a solemn smile of thanks.

The doors slammed shut as your feet hit the marble floor inside, loudly clicking its locks with finality as you spared them a final glance before sauntering further into the massive household. The small palace was lit, and not a corner was left cold or void, but not a life in your sight. It seemed as if the tree outside was merely a dreamscape and a phantom of reality within the world you stood in now - a wonderous opener to the spectacle within your suitor's less-than-humble abode. You reached another set of winding staircases. The embroidered carpet gently glistened under an amber-lit chandelier, never seeming to stain your wet footprints and littered with mistletoe, pine, fresh herbs, and trimmed garland. It was neat chaos at its finest, but what took your breath away was the line of blackened roses lining the center. Their thrones were pricked clean off, and their stems meticulously swirled in on themselves and tied off in an alternation of crimson red and deep violet silk ribbons. "How strange..." you thought aloud, pricking one from the warm floor, examining it until its petals were paled compared to the folded letter hidden underneath it.

It simply read in practiced well, done calligraphy,

"My Dearest Love,

The hour is late, and the world outside lies shrouded in slumber, save for me and my kin—ever wakeful, ever longing. I have watched you from the shadows, not with the eyes of a stranger, but with the gaze of a soul tethered to yours by threads spun long before this life. You do not yet know me, but I have known you for an eternity, each passing moment a cruel reminder of my yearning to claim what fate has promised me.

I am writing to you now, my beloved, because our meeting is near. The winter moon will shine brightest on the eve of the year's final breath, casting its silvery veil upon the snow-laden earth. In that sacred hour, I shall come to you. Do not fear the chill in the air or the stillness accompanying my presence. Know that every step I take toward you is born of reverence and an unyielding desire to protect, cherish, and love.

You may wonder why I have chosen you among all others, why I dare to speak of binding our lives together in the sacred vow of marriage. The truth is as eternal as the stars: I did not choose you. Though it beats no longer, my heart has always belonged to you. In your laughter, I hear the echo of joy I have long since forgotten; in your gaze, I see a light that pierces the veil of my darkness. You are the warmth my cold existence craves, the embodiment of all that is pure and eternal.

For centuries, I have wandered through this world, untouched by its beauty and unmoved by its offerings. Yet, the barren void within me stirred from the moment I beheld you, even from afar. My soul cursed as it is, recognized in you its redemption—a love that transcends time, a light strong enough to shatter even the deepest shadows.

I write this letter not to frighten you but to offer you a choice. When we meet, you will see me as I truly am. My nature, my curse—it is not one I would impose upon you without consent. But if your heart, as I suspect, already beats in harmony with mine, I ask for your hand, trust, and love. Together, we will defy the passage of time, weaving a tapestry of eternity that no force can unravel.

Await me on the night of our destined meeting. Do not despair the hour, for it shall mark the beginning of a love that poets and dreamers could only hope to capture. I shall kneel before you, not as a creature of the night, but as a man who has waited lifetimes to call you his own.

Until then, my love, guard your heart, for it is already mine. And know that no force on this earth, nor in the heavens above, could keep me from you.

Yours eternally,

Hyunjin..."

A weight lingered over your shoulders as his name slipped past your lips like pure honey. As if it were planned to happen, and for one explicable reason or another, he had pined for it to be that way on this very night. You pieced things together in the moment it took you to realize them. Every night since your 118th risi, you'd felt a presence -not nearly a calling- but something tethered to your existence. Had that been him for all these years? Watching over you in the smallest of moments. Moving when you moved. Listening when you spoke. Caring when it seemed no one else could. Being there when you felt further trapped in an unintentional isolation.

Were the sharp and bloodborne eyes trailing every move in glimpses of mirrors.?Was he the lurking shadow hovering above your own in the light of a single candle? Was he the one leaving gifts of your desire at the foot of your bed? Each one left with no note or card of recognition but instead wrapped neatly and meant for you to find and enjoy. Wasthee soft chill of breath you felt through the coldest nights? Twinged with a peculiar warmth and steadily streaming against the crook of your neck and behind the shell of your ear.

You thought of the possibilities, fueled by a deep curiosity and security, as you followed the trail of roses left along the ststastaircathrough staircase-through rooTandyandy stopped at a particular door on the second floor, previously leading through the tre right-wing amenities before the abr.aWithhith one big push of both your hands, you revealed what lay within the last unlocked room.

A man, dressed in fine clothing with a more captivating charmed beauty to match, stood before you in a moment of tensed admiration.

He seemed to hold in a breath, lips pressed into a slow-growing smile of recognition as his eyes scanned you in familiarity. Your heart thumped twice its normal speed as he did, and your feet shifted closer to each other as his gaze halted on your flushing face. "He-Hello..." you muttered, unsure what else to say and completely startled to see another person standing in the emptied estate.

Hyunjin did not hold your lack of recognition and frazzled greeting against you; he accepted them. I expect much worse, and he was glad those assumptions did not come to fruition upon your timely arrival.

He found the words to speak and the will to be heard when you took a half-nervous step back, shuffling closer to the doorway in a plain attempt to close it shut if prompted to. "You're quite alright. I've been waiting for you for some time now, so I would like you to stay even if it's for a moment..."

The cadence of his words and the gentle tone of his voice sounded the same as the whisper within your most common dreams. It was healing, charming, sweet, and meant to cause delirium to anyone who heard it without warning. You unconsciously paired it with the letter you'd found. Gripping it in your right hands, your mind collected subtle connections.

This had to be him.

Your allusive and eager suitor?...

"Hwang...Hyunjin..."

"That is my full name, yes..." he jested a bit, treading carefully through your observation of him. However, when your stare found him again, you seemed neither displeased nor perplexed.

"Are you to be my match, then? " you asked, hoping his answer would satisfy your growing uncertainties.

He nodded, nibbling at his lush bottom lip for a split second of tension relief. Then, you noticed his edged canines glinting in the soft light filling the room. Your heart jumped, but your breath slowed at the minuscule sight.

You'd gotten yourself a walking undead of your own, it seems.

Hyunjin's quick eyes caught yours wondering towards his mouth, fixated on the slip-upphe'ddd ma unconsciously but nowhere near frightened or frazzled by the reveal. It eased his rare nerves and allowed him to speak more freely as you inched further into the room to get a closer look at him. "I know stepping into this new life may be very odd to you now, but as I explained in the letter-"

"I've read it twice since my arrival..." you confess in one uttered breath, unable to keep smiling softly at him, "You're a lovely admirer and a gifted writer by all means..." You paused, unsure what to call him and afraid you'd begun to ramble, seeing his head lower at your words. However, Hyunjin flashed a charmed grin your way after half a moment. His pale cheeks flushed a tinge of rouge you thought was a trick of the light. How could someone so confident in their presence be so easily flustered? The answer was beyond you, but it was a question you cherished watching him watch you from across the room.

His smile fell to a slight smirk, eyes cutting to the side for a moment before he spoke again, "You are one charming doll... do you know that?" He chuckled, and you shrugged, eyeing him as he wandered closer with steady strides. "I've been told otherwise..." you confess in a whisper, accepting bated breath as he flows above the top of your head.

A pull surged in your chest, urging you forward into his immobile warmth and drawing your head up at an angle so his face remained inches from your own. Hyunjin stared back, eyes downcast in jaded concern as you hid a coy smile. "Wel, my love, they don't know you as I do."

He spoke of your intentional grace and earned your trust. He is unafraid to let you witness the flicker of vulnerability behind his maroon irises.

It was then that you knew what he thought of you, how he felt, with only your eyes to capture him.

A life to live in the eternity he found himself in.

One year came and went in the Hwang estate; in that time, you'd grown to love hearing that surname replace your own. Hyunjin was far more than a dashing husband and far better than any other living man you had encounteredHisis obsession with you was infinite and dedicated. It showed in every little thing he did for you and was present in every intimate interaction you had with him - even if he took each one no further than a heated kiss and a passing touch of his cold hands over your warmer flesh.

There were times it drove you mad.

His withholding of passion in fear of harming you during such acts was maddening, to say the very least. Sleeping with him had begun to be the only thing you could think of. You are noo longer able to keep such thoughts within the confines of your still-separated rooms during the dead of night and are frazzled by the visceral need to feel him take you.

He knew of your struggles but never acknowledged them. Hell-bent on sticking to his version of affection for as long as possible and undeterred by your subtle begging far longer than you had expected him to be.

That is until the very night you met him came around again.

Sweat shined your skin from the heat of the broiling water you sank into only moments ago. Herbs, spices sprinkled, and citrus shreds floated to the top of the scented bath. It was a relief to feel each component working into your tired body and slowly bringing life back into it as moments of solace trickled into a calm, quiet passage.

Finally, you could rest and not answer another question about decorations, food to serve partygoers of the evening, or what musical set to be played throughout the night. Taking on the task of planning for the Hwang household Yule was tedious and meticulous. Every detail was meant to be perfect, just as you had seen upon your arrival a year prior, but against Hyunjin's well-meant wishes, you took on the assignment with vigor for perfection.

It was overwhelming in all aspects, but you'd done it to the best of your ability, and now you wanted nothing more than to relax before the celebration began. The guests slowly showed themselves.

Your eyelids lowered, fully closing as the hot water sank deeper into your skin—the smell of fresfragranceses swept under your nose in gentle wafts. For a while,nt the world went utterly sti, ll, and you could hear the wind and snow softly blowing outside; your lonely peace was dissolved as a tender kiss was placed at the of your head by familiar lips.

"My love..." Hyunjin greeted you humbly, and you returned the sentiment by peeking your eyes at him. "My prince..."

He smiled at the neverending nickname you'd decided long ago to give him. You held his lingering gaze, tracing the lift of his lips as he leaned in to place a meaningful kiss against your lips. Your hands floated from the water, gently cupping his face as his lips pressed into yours. They were tinted with red wine and the lingering taste of iron blood, but you paid the bitterness no mind, delving for something more profound as he trailed a hand through your damp hair and brushed back the strands sticking to your flushed cheeks.

A fire stirred in your stomach, spiraling as the swipe of his tongue over your own melted the taste of him into your senses. Hyunjin pressed to shift backward, understanding the intensity of your exchange, but had no room to do so as your freshly manicured nails gently dug into the skin of his unblemished face. He stayed still, falling into a pattern of returning slow and wet kisses with you in the quiet of the large washroom. You hummed at his intentional sweetness to please you, smiling as he tilted your head back to rest on his thigh, your right hand cupping your chin firmly as his left raked through your hair and massaged the roots at your scalp. A trickle of drool seeped past your lips, tainted with blood a moment later, as he bit down on your inner lower lip with the tip of a fang. You whined softly as the sudden and short infliction of pain pleasured that he took joy in marking you in such a discreet place and was not timid about savoring the reward of your blood on his tongue, but the mix of elation didn't last long. Hyunjin snapped away from your lips, pressing loving kisses to them as you frowned and whimpered from the loss of connection. "Please do not torture me..." you huffed, legs closing instinctively to put pressure on the throbbing heat between them.

“Don’t…do this to me, “ you repeat yourself, stirring into a fever as his touch on your jaw slid to cup and caress the side of your face as if to lull you back to sanity.

He failed, a rare thing to happen, but something he couldn’t help as you stared up at him with the most unforgiving and pleading stare. “Please…” you utter to him, bottom lip catching between your teeth as his eyes settle across your body in a languid dance. His gaze stops at your chest -barely hidden in the cream-filled water, and you’re tempted to slip out of the bath and let him have a full view if it’ll coax him to give what you so desperately want from him.

Hyunjin needs no further persuasion than a flicker of sadness and disappointment in your eyes. You’re prepared to handle your growing frustration of heat alone and hope it will be done by the time guests arrive, but a simple phrase from him shatters your ideas of doing so.

“You’ve waited long and well enough.”

The sound of praise in his tone has you turning in the water to face him like an excited mutt being given a treat. Your smile returns, and your hands fall to rest on his thigh. “You won’t back down from me?…” You ask out of fear he will, knowing his quick change of mind could be fickle and turned again if you weren’t careful with your intent. Hyunjin stifled a chuckle, unbothered by your eagerness and thrilled to see you smiling at him brightly again.

That generous lift of your lips always made his cock twitch to life no matter when, where, or why it happened.

It was such a curse to him that even now, he failed to think straight enough as you rose a bit more from Luke's warm water to press a slow kiss to his parted lips. The cherry stain on your lips seeped onto his tongue, your tongue slow and delicate against his, steadily licking into his mouth a sweet confidence. He swallowed your noises, smothering them with nips and licks before easing your mouth open for a singular line of his spit to slide down your tongue. You purred at the feeling, sinking into the water a bit as he stood up and spat straight into your throat as if he owned it.

Because he did…and you adored him for it.

“Come with me…” Hyunjin grunted against your ear, not caring about the mess made, as he wrapped a strengthened arm around your waist to pull you from the cold bathwater. You helped lousy in excitement as he did, completely fine with being tossed over his shoulder like a sack of packed sugar cane. “I wasn’t finished bathing-!” You start to scold him despite not having the heart or right mind to mean anything by it, but a tender prick of his fangs to the flesh of your thighs startles you into a fit of giggles.

“And I don’t care anymore, my love…”

“Ca…c…can’t…” you choked on your words, falling to pieces as Hyunjin laid his head between your legs, hair sheened with sweat as your fingers traveled through and gripped every strand it touched tight. “Third time a charm,” he muttered, all too focused on the task in front of him and unbothered by your shaking thighs and rolling hips. “N-no..” you protested in half-sought agony, unsure if he’d even heard you when he earned another shout of his name with a slow and deliberate swipe of his tongue pressed flat to your entrance. He let the wet muscle rest there for a second, nudging it into your creamy walls inch by inch until you tugged at his hair and groaned in pleasurable despair at the feeling.

He added to the pattern, tracing the inner folds of your cunt and circling your bundle of nerves in repetitive motions. You quivered every time, leaking cum onto the fresh linen, and overstimulated in every sense you had left.

Hyunjin groaned loudly, with a collared shirt falling from his broad shoulders and your legs lazily hanging over them. A tug in your hips brought your scented body an inch closer to his face before he buried himself in your cunt again. Licking, searching, and finding exactly what he wanted. You squirmed and tossed above him, gripping at anything soft and mailable to have a steadying grip, but you couldn’t sit still or stay calm. Hyunjin wouldn’t have it any other way, sinking his fangs into your plush thighs and the soft skin just above your left knee to keep you on edge.

“N-ngh ugh….ah! Ah! Hy-Hyunjin…” you called for his attention, on the of unraveling, feeling his lips wrap around and suckle on your clit generously before his tongue went right back to exploring your insides in a practiced dance. He refused to settle down, looking up at you through fallen strands of dark and damp hair and devouring you with intent as your moans climbed to new octave before a scream tore from your throat at a final flick of his skilled tongue.

It nearly hurt how fast and how intensely he’d thrown you over the edge. A third instance is not more straightforward than the first two; a fourth is meant to top it all off immediately. You panted, feeling wild and shaken but unable to care as a buzzing heat flooded through your veins and leaked onto the sheets in arousal. It stained the soft fabric, your inner thighs -painting the darkened marks he’d left and smearing the trickles of blood he’d caused with small bites, and coated the bottom half of his face as he raised to hover above you.

You caught him in a delirious kiss, too tired to sit up and lock him in your arms but glad he felt no desire for you to do it. Hyunjin caved into you, letting your hands wander over his skin, across his shoulders, down his back, around his waist, and stopping right where his heart should beat in his toned chest.

There wasn’t a throb of life left in him, and you trusted that he saw yours as valuable enough to change.

One day…but not yet…

He answered your lingering question without a word, peppering the corner of your upturned lips with gentle kisses and soft sighs you returned. Your legs remained parted, allowing his free hand to lazily touch and spread your slick along the expanse of your cunt. “Such a pretty little flower for me…so sweet…and so,” he trailed off, nudging your head to the side to sink his teeth into your heated neck, drawing blood and a pleased moan from you as he took slow sips of your blood.

“Soft…” he finished.

His fingers plunged deep into your core, stretching the gummy walls within in slender but tasteful thrusts. You shook from the contrasting actions he was committing. Awed at how full he made you feel despite draining you in the same breath.

Was this the true love of an undead man?

Does the obsession of another once alive come back to life?

You hadn’t the slightest clue to answer both inquires, fixated on watching his fingers pump into your soaked entrance as your head spinning from the lack of blood beginning to take effect. Hyunjin refrained from sucking you dry, driven mad by the taste of you no matter how he got it, but aware of your limits as part of the living. Still, he detached from your neck with a soft and crisp sound, focused on pulling another climax from you.

You were on the verge of another, lashes fluttering as the syllables of his name faded into breathy gasps as your high tiptoed closer, but the slow drag of his fingers from your cunt slowed it to a standstill. “No..!” You yelp in disbelief, ready to shed tears if this was his way of putting a stop to your feigning for him, but your disappointment was short-lived and replaced with pleasant surprise as he shifted to kneel on the soiled sheets between your spread legs.

You watched in particular excitement as he stared you down, rolling his neck once to release tension in it, and licked the remaining droplets of your blood from the corner of his lips while reaching to undo the confines of his trousers. He said nothing as you marveled at the sight of his cock. Your face flushed a bit as he brought it into your view with his large hand wrapped around its inches more considerable length. You refused to speak a word, having imagined the sight of his cock more than once before, but speechless at its true nature being revealed.

Thick, full of stock, and neatly groomed.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of it -merely glancing up at Hyunjin in awe when he leaned forward to press the length of it against your sensitive folds, but shifting your gaze right back to it as he passed over your folds.

“Oh!…mmm..” you shuddered into a gasp and fell into a moan at the sensation. Your insides flipped and twisted, eager to know if his cock could reach new places you’d never forget. Hyunjin clicked his tongue, sparing a glance downward between your bodies before lowering his head to rest against yours, hips set back slightly to prod the tip of his length to your aching entrance. You whined, prepared for the stretch but intolerant of his ever-waning patience. “We’ll miss our first guests if we continue like this…” He hummed, sensing approaching carriages and steeds from afar in the low blizzard rousing the night air. You cup his face, eyes set on his as your lips curl into a coy smile. “Let them wait…Let them wonder where we are the whole night if that’s what must be done..”

He raised a brow, licking his lips while his cock inched into your untouched entrance, watching the fall of your smile into a small ‘o’ shape as he did so. “Your wish is my command, Lady Hwang..”

A/N: I’m sick so this is late but it’s a double feature (Changbin is next)

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