#They mean so much to each other I just ACK

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Get me someone who looks at me the way Haruhi looks at Tamaki

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struggling rn....got an invite to a blowout party this summer given by a group of people i really have to prepare myself to be around but it's the first time they've invited me out on one of these but it's also a four day trip 😬 but if i really want to improve my relationship with them (and i do) i SHOULD go but it's kinda expensive but aaaaaaaaaaauagh im turning to dust

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Cat-Fight | Ep. 5

MASTERLIST | Kink: Tiddies

🗝 Now there's no doubt in your mind that this Other World is very much real. You're desperate to make your roommates see the truth, but the neighborhood black cat is set on keeping his mouth shut. Yours too.

5.1k words

warnings! MDNI18+, fem!reader, argument w/ chan, reader has a tiny meltdown in the beginning, fuckin' on the bug couch 😭, PIV, no protection, boobs...lot's of it, nipple sucking/pinching/flicking/etc, seungmin is manipulative if you catch it, cumming inside

notes! little bit of angst in the beginning, but it's okay, bin is there to save the day. there wasn't even supposed to be fight scene with chan (it was supposed to be Seung), but I was angry when I wrote it and I just kinda spewed it out. I think it worked out in the end tho

Jeongin is gone when you wake. There’s not a sign of him in either doll or human form. With your head spinning, last night wants to blur into a dream.

But you know better now.

Rays of the waking sun barely touch your window. The sky is a light blue and the horizon is subtly yellow in the early morning. You’re tempted to close your eyes again, but you will yourself to sit up.

A part of you wishes you never accepted Jisung’s gift. You could’ve brushed off the interaction with Seungmin’s warning as a nightmare, but now you’re cursed with the truth.

There’s no way you can pretend nothing happened. You can’t ignore the little door and the Others trapped behind it. Even if your skin breaks out in goosebumps from the overwhelming thought of everything, doing nothing is not an option. 

The clatter downstairs makes you jolt. It takes a moment for your brain to remember Chan’s message.

They’re finally home.

You throw the covers and swing your legs off the bed. It feels so relieving to hear them come home, even if loudly. From the top of the stairs, you can listen to Chan quietly scolding Changbin about making noise. The reprimands turn hushed when your bare feet pad down the hall.

“You woke her up, man.” “I didn’t mean to! Everything is still in boxes. I can’t just- ack!”

You tackle Changbin into a hug. He topples over, thudding into Chan who catches the both of you. Your feet scramble to find the ground, but your arms are so focused on clinging onto them both that your roommates have to hold you in the air briefly.

They’ve been gone for only hours, but it feels like an eternity. You’ve missed how they wrap their arms around you, bringing you into a confused, but welcomed embrace.

“Hey,” Chan speaks gently. “What’s wrong?” His fingers run in your hair, getting tangled with the knots. He carefully pulls his hand free. “Did you… take a mud bath?”

Changbin leans close to your head, sniffing your scalp. “Did you take a bath in general?”

Chan swats him on the shoulder, giving a nasty glare before his eyes turn gently to you. “You had a bad dream or something?”

And it’s one you wish you could wake up from. You wish you could tell them everything from the start, but the only thing you can do is sob. “Y-you have n-no id-dea.”

Even with the dirt and grime on you, they hug you again. Their lips and fingers smooth over your face and your hair. 

They deserve to know the truth, but you can’t bear the thought of them getting caught up in a mess that feels like your fault.

“We need to move,” you sniff. “We can’t live here.”

Changbin tucks you under his chin, leaving your backside to Chan who trails his fingertips up and down. “Why not?”

“The door. It’s haunted. Or not haunted but...” How can you explain it? "It's just not right."

You feel Changbin tense under you, but in a vulnerable moment like this, he doesn’t let his fear show more than that. “What door, baby?”

Wordlessly, you lead them to the living room. Walking towards the crawl space might have felt heavy alone, but with Chan and Changbin holding each of your hands, the steps feel easy.

You let go of them to get on your knees, digging your fingers through the crack.

“Oh.” Chan turns his head to the side. “The boarded-up door. It’s just bricks on the other side, no?”

You don’t pry it open, not yet. “I…I thought so too, but there are people on the Other Side. One night, there was this mouse-”

��Mouse?” Chan’s eyes widen. “Fuck. I knew something was gonna come out of that door. We need to call someone-”

“No. No, no, no. Just listen,” you shake your head. “It led me to the door. And there was a tunnel.”

Changbin’s eyebrow quirks up. “A tunnel?”

“Yes. Let me finish. And it led to a living room that looked like ours but wasn’t. The lights were different, there weren’t boxes, and people were living on the upper and lower levels.”

You hate how they’re looking at you. Their eyes are full of confusion, and disbelief. But worst of all, they’re looking at you as if you’re just plain crazy. 

But with everything that’s happened, maybe you are.

You’ll just have to show them. Sweat gathers on your fingers when you tug on the door, anxiously waiting to see their expression change to fear when they see what you saw. 

But when it’s open - wide and bare for all to see - it’s only bricks. 

“No. Fuck!” You slam the door frustratingly, yanking it open to see that red stone there again and again. 

“No! No! No!” SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

The house shakes from the force. You can’t hear the echoing from the blood rushing to your ears. Your vision blurs, hot tears streaming down your face for the second time this early morning. 

Strong hands pull you away from the door and right into Changbin’s chest. 

“Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself.” But his concern doesn’t faze you. You have to yank from his grip to run past the kitchen, heading towards the front door. 

The sun peeks over the mountains when you’re outside. The air is crisp, biting at your skin that feels too hot. 

If the door won’t reveal itself, you think something else will.

“Seungmin!” Your voice echos. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty!”

Chan and Changbin follow you outside, their steps thudding until they’re in the driveway. They stand a foot behind you, looking at each other bewildered before something trembles in the bushes. 

A black cat jumps from the leaves, shaking off the stems and stretching nonchalantly. His blue eyes blink slowly, head turning from the men to you. 

What do you want?

“Jesus!” Changbin jumps. “Where the fuck did he come from?”

You ignore his question and stomp towards the cat, angrily wiping your tears. “Tell them.”

Seungmin tilts his head to one side. 

“Tell them! Tell them about the Others, the warning you gave me, anything.”

You can hear the leaves crunching quietly as Chan tiptoes to you. So slow, so delicate. As if you’re a deer that would run off.

When Seungmin says nothing, you scream. 

“Ugh! I’m trying to help you! You stupid fucking cat! Why can’t you just listen!? You guys are stuck and I can’t do anything about it if you don’t let me help!”

“Mrow.”

Chan has a hold on you before you can yell at Seungmin again. The movement makes the cat dash, little paws thudding on the ground before disappearing among the trees. You desperately whine, watching the only thing that could have helped turn into a speck in the distance.

He spins you around to face him. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You blink. Chan never talks to you like that. “I…He’s one of them.”

“One of who?”

“The Others. From the Other Side. He-”

“No. This is crazy.” Chan shakes his head. “You…Is this because we've been gone? I told you that we’re busy doing the album and that it’s gonna take until the end of the week to finish things up. Why are you doing this?”

His words make you physically recoil. You stare at him in shock, hurt evident in your eyes. “You think I’m doing this for attention?”

The tick in his jaw is enough of an answer. 

Emotions thicken your words. “You don't know what it’s like. To be alone in this fucking nightmare. You’re gone. You’re both gone all the time. And when you are home, you’re on the computer acting like I’m a nuisance. What did you call me the other day? A distraction?”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I don't care how you meant it!” Your voice trembles. “I’m alone. I fucking hate it. You have Changbin while I lose my mind in that fucking house. And when I do need you, you’re still not here!”

Chan has you by the elbows as you wipe your tears. You expect his anger to fade into softness. He normally would whenever he sees you this upset, but his jaw hardens and it feels like the next words would only do more harm than good.

Changbin has to tug on his shoulder to break the tension. Chan’s grip loosens and Changbin stands in the middle, protectively in front of you.

“Okay. I think we need a breather. It’s late. Well… early I guess. I’m tired, you’re tired, we’re all tired.” He grabs your hand behind his back and keeps his other hand on Chan’s shoulder. “Hyung, it’s been a while since you’ve gotten good rest. Look at your eyes.”

You dare peek at Chan. You don’t know how you missed it before but the bags under his eyes are darker. They make his face hollow, drained with color.

Guilt eats at your heart.

“And you,” Bin turns around. “It’s been a while since you’ve showered, huh?”

Despite the dried tears, you scoff.

Changbin squeezes your hand. “Then that settles it. Go inside, Hyung. I’ll take care of everything.”

Chan deeply exhales. He lets you go and nods, taking a few steps back. “Thanks.”

Changbin and you are silent when he walks back into the house, the tips of his ears twinged red. Either from the cold or frustration, you aren’t sure. Changbin only turns back to you and brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear when the door closes.

“You okay?”

No, but you don’t want to keep causing stress on your best friends. “I’ll manage. I didn’t mean to make him so mad. I ruined everything.”

Changbin’s thick fingers caress your face. “No. Don’t say that. You didn’t ruin anything. Chan’s just been really stressed. But still, he shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

“I shouldn’t have yelled at him like that.” You sniff, holding back tears again. You know you have to apologize, but the raw emotions of fear and anger are still in the air. The only reason you’re keeping it together is because Changbin looks as though he might break if you do. 

“I just wanted you guys to believe me.”

“We do.” Changbin brushes his thumb under your eye. “But neither of us has really slept and it all just sounds…complicated.”

“Here.” Changbin intertwines his hand in yours. “We can freshen up first. I honestly need a nap, but I can be in the shower with you if you want.”

You playfully push him and laugh. Even with your knotty hair and dirty skin, Changbin would still make a move. It makes the heaviness in your chest lighter. 

“Eww. No, thank you. I can wash up on my own. You guys go to sleep and just focus on getting rest.”

Changbin pouts, but nods, leading you into the apartment. He kisses you gently once you’re in the kitchen, holding onto your waist and running his hand up and down your back. It’s just lips, but you melt anyway. It feels like forever since you’ve been held so tenderly. You have to fight the urge to tilt your head and deepen the kiss, content when Changbin pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

“You know we’re here for you. Always.”

Showering feels like a rebirth. The water scrubs not only the dirt but the emotions with it. You feel rejuvenated in the steaming water, letting the droplets slide down your waist and the curve of your breasts.

Getting out is difficult. You miss the hot shower the moment it’s off, drying yourself and putting on plain shorts and a shirt. 

The sun is above the horizon now, bright and yellow. You stare at it from your window. A small, bitter laugh comes from you.

What a way to start the day.

You’re considering whether you should waste the day sleeping or attempting to do something productive, but there’s still frustration in your heart. Why didn’t the door show itself? 

You’re already walking out of your room and down the hall, intent on confronting it head-on. If you open the door and it’s just bricks, you’ll drop the whole thing. The Others must not want to be found, to be helped. As much as it would pain you to know they’re stuck, their choice to stay is theirs.

Skittering down the stairs, you think of an alternate plan. If the door does reveal itself, they do need help. Or something from you, at the very least. Whatever it is, you’re planning on chewing them out for making a fool of yourself first and then giving them what they want.

Standing in front of the little door with determination is new for you. A part of you is wishing that it's just bricks there. Everything, despite how terrifying it was, can be summed up as a dream. Or a hallucination in the case of the doll.

You get on your knees, shoving your fingers through the crack once again. 

“Okay. It’ll be fine.” You give yourself a quick pep talk. “You’ll open the door, see what’s there, you’ll have to apologize to-”

You open the crawl space mid-sentence, stopping when the blue tunnel unravels. Maybe you’d like to see its familiar pulsing and greeting, but anger that the shower was supposed to wash away resurfaces.

Those assholes.

-

There’s a man on the Other Side that you’ve never seen before. His hair is cut short, buttons eyes a dark blue, and piercing in a way that makes you think he hates you the moment you come out of the little door. 

But the room, the room is unrecognizable. There’s no furniture, no couches, but bugs in their place. Big, lively-looking insects that the man sits on.

A beetle couch. 

“You got a lot of nerve coming here after calling me a stupid cat. Again.” He folds his arms over his chest. “I can’t even talk if I wanted to over on that side.”

He’s the cat. He’s Seungmin. You should have known from his rude sneer and pompous attitude, but seeing him human is baffling.

“You…you made me look like an idiot.” You walk over to the bug couch, stopping at arm’s length. “I was trying to help you.”

He snorts. “Help me, yeah? By what? Yelling at me and calling me names? You dug your own grave doing that.”

He’s trying to spin it on you and it’s working. You’re reminded of how you treated Chan, of how you yelled at not just Seungmin, but a cat. Though you feel somewhat bad, you don’t have the empathy to apologize.

So Seungmin keeps talking. “I could hear you guys yelling even after I took off. Screaming at me then them. Sounds like they aren’t home enough to actually care about anything you’ve experienced.”

“That’s not true.”

“No?” Seungmin sits back, slightly spreading his legs. “Why did I hear you say something about you being alone? That they’re not there when you need them?”

If his goal is to make you feel like shit, he’s succeeding. You sit on the opposite side of the beetle couch, ignoring how the antennas flick upon your weight. 

“I was just… mad.”

Seungmin nods, tilting his head upwards. “I get it, but you must feel that way at least a little to say it.” He turns to you. “There’s always some truth in moments like those.”

You can’t look at him, not with how ashamed you feel. “I wanted them to believe me. I wanted them to help.”

“Help?”

“Help me help you. All of you.” You flail your arms to express the entire apartment. “I know you guys are stuck, Jeongin told me. I put myself on some stupid mission to free you guys, but I can’t do it alone. I didn’t mean to get so mad at them. I just wanted them to see the truth.”

You wrap your arms around yourself for comfort. The tears building in your eyes make your sight watery, and you can’t do anything but try to blink them away.

Seungmin puts a hand on your shoulder, smoothing over the sleeve of your shirt. Finally, you look at him. It’s not a glare or an annoyed look on his face, but compassion. 

Maybe he can be nice when he wants to, just like a cat.

“That is a stupid mission, but it’s kind of ironic.” He smiles. “You want to help us, but we want to help you.”

You use the back of your hand to wipe stray tears. “Help me? With what?”

“What you said earlier. It’s okay to be honest and say you’ve been lonely. The people you love get busy. They can’t make time like before. It hurts, but that’s just how things are.” He squeezes your shoulder. 

“On that side. That’s how things are on that side. But here? Time is all we have. We’re never lonely. We never need to put responsibilities first because you're our responsibility.” 

Seungmin follows the length of your arm to your hand, fiddling with your fingers when he reaches them. “We won’t ever make you feel alone. We never did.”

You let him hold your hand and bring it to his lips. Seungmin plants a gentle kiss on your knuckles, making your stomach erupt in butterflies. You’ve missed this feeling of reassurance, of being doted on. There’s not an ounce of hesitation when Seungmin leans in, inviting him wholeheartedly.

His hands cup your face to bring you closer. Even if your lips are already meeting, he can’t help but angle his head so they interlock deeper. You can taste his passion. You can feel his adoration when his tongue swipes against your bottom lip.

A plea. A quiet ask if he can go further. You love the surprising gentleness of his lips and actions. 

You respond by opening your mouth just enough for his tongue to slip in. Gently, it makes its way between your lips. The warmth has you moaning, parting your mouth even more so he can swirl on your tongue. 

His hot muscle has your eyes fluttering. It’s not desire, but yearning that builds in your stomach. You want to be taken care of. You want to let yourself be kissed and held in the most rawest form. 

Seungmin knows. He can feel your need. He lays you flat on the couch carefully. His lips are still on yours as he moves you, cupping the back of your head to place you down.

He pulls away for a brief second. “Look at you. So beautiful.”

You’d roll your eyes any other time, but you find yourself blushing instead. You didn’t know he could be so mushy. Seungmin laughs at your pink cheeks and kisses your nose, trailing down until he finds your neck.

You bare your throat to give him free roam. Under his lips, you moan and smooth your hands on his upper back. Seungmin lifts the end of your top so it reveals your belly button, looking at you questioningly.

Clothes seem to fly off your bodies. It doesn’t take long until you’re both nude, letting him cup your breasts and pinch your nipples from on top.

Your thighs rub together impatiently, slick gathering between the space but you don’t rush him. You let his buttons gawk at your tits, tongue swiping at the corner of his mouth to collect his drool.

“And these,” Seungmin pushes them together. “Can’t forget about these.”

You giggle. Seungmin’s rough hands jiggle your breasts until you can feel his erection tapping your thigh. You desperately try to get his cock to fit between your legs, but he’s distracted by how your mounds fit perfectly in his hands.

He leans down, lips ghosting over the peak of your breast. “So pretty.”

His mouth wraps around your nipple like he can’t wait any longer. Seungmin sucks and releases quickly, making the gushing between your legs double. You arch into his mouth, panting and running your fingers through his hair. 

“Ohh. Just like that.” 

Seungmin hums appreciatively. His tongue flicks over your nipple repeatedly. The simultaneous smoothness and roughness of it make you tremble. Your other nipple isn’t completely ignored. His fingers twist and tug until you squeal.

And when his teeth come to play, you thrust your hips. Your thighs can only provide pressure, but not direct stimulation. You can’t touch your clit from your legs being so tightly pressed together. Seungmin lets you whine from pulsing need, giggling with your nipple between his teeth.

“You want something?” His cocky smile looks sexy with your bud in his mouth. You’d knock it off his face if you could, but you pout instead. 

He bites harder, making you squeal. “Seungmin!”

“I can’t read your mind, baby. Why don’t you tell this stupid cat what you want?”

He laughs at your red face. Seungmin switches to the next boob to give the same treatment.

Until you answer him, he’ll stay on your chest even with his cock dripping on your thigh.

The swollen nipple that was just in his mouth gets twisted by his fingers. You don’t have to look at it to know it’s red and puffy, but you glance down anyway. Seungmin’s already ravishing your unbruised boob, ignoring your cries of sensitivity from your other one. 

There’s not a chance you can stand another second of his mouth. “Seung.”

His eyes look up, but his mouth doesn’t stop sucking.

“I…I want you to touch me.”

Seungmin pinches your nipple harder. Chills erupt on your skin from the painful pleasure and you have to hold your breath to keep yourself from screaming.

“My pussy! I want you to touch my pussy.”

Finally, he pops off your nipple. Saliva clings to his lips that he swipes with his tongue. “Mhm.”

Seungmin sits up, letting you get a good view of his body. His torso narrows at the waist and doesn’t expand much more at the shoulders. His chest is flushed pink with his nipples erect and dark. The v-line on his stomach is dainty, pleading with you to trace it.

But he’s too out of reach for you to grab. Instead, you rub your breasts soothingly, tapping your nipples to get jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. 

Seungmin grabs the base of his cock and strokes himself. He angles the head so it lines with your entrance, but rather than pushing in, he slides it against your cunt. You look down to watch it grind on your stomach, the tip stopping below your belly button. His thumbs spread your pussy apart so he can properly grind against you.

The stimulation is jaw-dropping. It feels like you’ve been leaking for hours. The pleasure is so good that your stomach aches from how hard you clench.

Seungmin ends up pushing your lips together so they curve around the head of his cock. Your clit can feel every vein and curve. Arousal drips from your hole that clenches emptily. When you said you wanted him to touch you, you meant a lot more than that.

“Please, Seungmin. Just fuck me.”

He grins. “There it is.”

With a hand steading on your hip and the other holding his cock, Seungmin slides low enough for his tip to catch your entrance. You think he might miss a few times from how wet you are, but the glide is smooth.

He opens you up just right. The crown of his head stretches you deliciously, narrowing just slightly before thickening down the rest of his length.

You grab onto the couch, terrifyingly reminded of its insect nature when it twitches in response.

Seungmin takes his time bottoming you out. It feels like miles before he goes as deep as he can get, lifting your legs so he can press his pelvis flush against you.

“Oh, fuck.” Seungmin’s buttons glisten. “Been fucked so many times and you’re still so tight.” 

He pulls out and goes back in, making you switch to your boobs again and squeezing. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape when he tries to set a pace. Your brain has to catch up with the pleasure your body is feeling. Moaning doesn’t yet sound when you can’t even breathe from his cock filling you.

With your legs wrapping around his waist, Seungmin leans down. Now, you finally have something to scratch on. Fingernails find his back and you dig them into his skin, hearing him hiss in your neck.

“I haven’t even started fucking you and you’re clawing me up.” He sounds prideful. “You are a bad fucking kitty.”

Seungmin cackles when he repeats Minho’s words verbatim. You can’t even focus with his cock pounding in your walls, but you do somewhat recall how eager you were to be a pet for Minho and Felix. 

Pleasure finally registers when Seungmin fucks deep. You can feel his tip kissing your cervix, daring to break past the barrier and touch the back of your throat instead. His cock is so hot inside you, searing your insides in the best way possible.

You moan loudly. It’s hard to stop once you start. Sounds of desire tumble from your lips with every thrust. You can feel the veins of his length sliding in and out, the head always staying inside you before pounding in. His hands on your waist have you slam onto his cock, making his dick feel impossibly deep.

His nose touches yours, eyes locking with your mouth agape. Seungmin looks at your drooly lips for a brief second before kissing you again.

It reminds you of the garden yesterday. Where Jisung was messy and desperate, Seungmin is sure and confident. He doesn’t even blink when your teeth clash together. His focus is on keeping your mouth on his while his hips thrust wildly.

You can’t keep your ankles crossed for much longer. Seungmin’s pounds are so strong that they force them apart. He lets go of your waist with one hand and places it on the back of your thigh instead, spreading them further for more access. 

The new angle has you seeing stars. You can feel how your cunt swallows him whole, squelching with every intrusion. His cock hits the upper part of your walls, grinding on a gummy spot that makes you pant in his mouth.

“Fffuucckk. Right there. Right there. Pleasepleaseplease.”

Blunt fingernails dig into the underside of your thigh. Seungmin must feel how hard you're clenching and how much softer your pussy has gotten from his relentless pistons. He can’t suck on your tongue when it’s your cunt that keeps sucking him in.

“Yeah? Yeah, you like it right here?” Seungmin’s hot breath fans over your face. “Gonna cum on my cock?”

You nod, letting your head bobble at will. White pleasure builds and builds in your tummy at a pace you can’t keep up with. It makes you squeal overwhelmingly from the sheer amount but Seungmin doesn’t stop. His cock keeps hitting that spot until your fingers find his hair.

“Oh, fuck yes. I’mma cum so good on your cock. Don’t stop, Seungmin.”

Half of you expects him to pull out. It wouldn’t be out of his character to halt his own pleasure to ruin yours, but it turns out that Seungmin can listen well. 

He groans when you tug on his hair, managing to keep his pace despite the dull pain. You can hear the slap of his balls against you from his efforts. 

Your eyes roll so far your head tilts back. All you can do is gasp when the pleasure bursts from its bubble. Suddenly, his pumps send you on overload. The veiny texture of his cock has you gushing more than you bargained for. As good as he fucks into you, the unbearable slams has your vision seeing black dots.

“Yeah. Yeah. I love that fucking look in your eyes. Makes me wanna fuck you harder.”

You don’t know where his burst of energy comes from. You’re still trying to find your sanity and come down from your high when he pulls so far back that his tip almost slips out before ramming back in.

Your head lifts to see him bullying into your cunt. You clit peeks from under your hood, you can see the messy arousal on your inner thighs, and your lips are so swollen. There’s not much more you can take, but when you feel his cock twitch you know he’s close.

Still, you yank on his hair in desperation. “S-Seung- I’m…I’m-”

“Come on. Take it. Take it. I know you can.” Sweat drips down his forehead. “You’ve been doing so good. Don’t tell me to stop now.”

Seungmin’s praises are like music to your ears. You swallow your words and let yourself moan instead, embracing the fire in your pussy and chest. 

It only grows hotter when his thrusts turn erratic. Your walls feel like jelly when you leak from the overstimulation. Your hips spasm under Seungmin when he fucks harder. He sits on his haunches and puts your legs in the air, chasing his orgasm that’s only seconds away. 

“In your pussy, yeah? Fuck yeah. Just the look in your eyes says it all.” He moans. Seungmin stills his hips inside before his cum pours out.

He puts his hand on your lower abdomen and presses down. You scream from the pressure, feeling his cock tenfold spilling in you. Your legs shake in the air so violently that Seungmin has to wrap his fingers around your ankles.

It feels like slow motion when he pulls out. The head of his cock makes your cunt stretch and pulse one last time before it slips, slapping wetly against his stomach and dripping with arousal.

You’re panting like an animal, eyes unfocused as you watch him catch his breath. His skin feels hot and sticky when he leans down to wrap his arms around you. It’s only a little uncomfortable, but you welcome his touch regardless.

Seungmin waits until your breathing is almost normal, playing mindlessly with your hair. 

You glance at him to see him beaming, smiling ear to ear. It's infectious, and there's a ghost of a grin on your lips. “What are you so happy about?”

He shrugs, pulling you closer. His hand moves from your hair to your arm. “You know. Just that you're staying.”

“Staying?” You draw back. The post-orgasm fades a little too quickly for your liking. “When did I say I was staying?”

His navy-blue buttons aren’t threatening at all, unlike his words. He’s happy, shining with joy. “You didn’t have to say it. I told you; If you come back here again, we won’t let you leave.”

[wannaeatramyeon]

Meeting Olly Wang for the First Time: Influence

G/N. Sort of soft. I did it anon!! Masterlists

In hindsight you could have been considered a bad influence except you felt bad for him. You like to think that you showed Olly Wang there was more to life than studying, there are some things that can't be taught through textbooks.

You taught him how to live, you gave him room to breathe.

But sometimes, when the nights are too silent and your brain is too loud, when you miss him so much it hurts, you would think that it was all your fault. You set him on this path.

It's stupid, of course. Your minor risk-taking and vices are nothing compared to what has happened since.

Still, it eats away at you.

.

.

It's entirely by chance that you meet.

You're not particularly studious, but empty pockets and a meagre allowance accompanied with bad weather means your options are limited.

In the library, tucked away in the corner is a boy.

Trying his best to read and study yet annoying teenagers continue to heckle him. Throwing balled up pieces of paper and calling out derisive comments.

"Fuck off," you snap, feeling kind hearted today and storming over. You drag one of them away by the hair.

"Hey! Get off-" He tries to wiggle out of your grasp.

"Leave him alone, assholes," you snarl, shoving him away.

The commotion is finally enough to draw the attention of the staff.

The teens are shooed out, throwing angry daggers your way.

"You're welcome by the way," You tell the boy in the corner and you think he mutters something about being able to take them on himself.

Narrowing your eyes, you yank his ear, "What did you just say?"

When he doesn't react, you let go. Huh?

He doesn't feel pain, he tells you, or to be honest, anything. And then when you continue glaring at him thinking that that's bullshit, he introduces himself as Olly Wang.

.

.

The first time he ditches class, as a middle-schooler, is with you. Just two kids wandering the streets of Gangdong. You, used to skipping the occasional days and class, and embracing freedom, while Olly fidgets next you.

His mouth, usually stretched too wide in a grin, is pulled down at the corners. Tense eyes behind glasses anxiously flickers from side to side.

"You think your parents are going to catch you?" You tease, slinging an arm around his shoulders.

"No." Olly doesn't sound convinced and you sigh.

"So what do you want to do?"

"Me?" he asks, blinking owlishly as if that's the first time someone has ever asked him that question.

You shrug off his weird response. "We can go the park. Shopping. Not that I have any money. Arcade-"

"Arcade!" he pipes up, then cowering and furtively glancing around him in case his parents are actually around.

Nevertheless, he spends hours and hours by your side; fighting each other, killing zombies, and racing cars. The sound of 8-bit music and bright flashing lights soon drown out his fears.

That day, Olly smiles genuinely along with you.

.

.

You first hear about Eli Jang a few weeks later.

Apparently he's fallen in with a new group of friends and this guy is the coolest person he has ever seen.

He's an orphan, he does whatever he want.

"Ok," you deadpan to each fact about this Eli Jang, growing more bored by the second.

Olly, oblivious to your reaction, continues fawning over him.

.

.

"Here, try it,"

You only offered the cigarette to stop him talking about Eli Jang. You've lost count of the times you've rolled your eyes.

Olly pauses, torn between wanting to impress you and not wanting to inhale the nasty smoke.

He gives in when he sees the playful glint in your eyes. His finger brushes yours as you pass it to him, and he places his lips where yours were just mere seconds ago.

"ACK!"

You giggle to yourself watching Olly hacking and sputtering.

You reach out to ruffle his hair once he calms and he peeks at you feeling his throat and cheeks burn.

.

.

"Why do you want to be like Eli?" you side-eye Olly, interrupting his ranting.

"I-" Olly starts, and then finds he can't say the words in your presence. He thinks Eli is the only one that makes him feel something but-

Deep down, when he's with you, he's not sure that's entirely true.

You misread his pause for something else.

You shrug, "I like you as you are."

.

.

"Want some?" you ask, shaking the bottle of soju at him.

Olly bites his lip, "Eli wouldn't-"

"Ugh!" You cut in rudely. "I've never met the guy and I feel like I know everything about him. Will you shut up about Eli?"

"But Eli-"

"I said shut up," you pull him by his stupid collar and yank his stupid lips to yours.

You consider blaming your actions on the alcohol even though you've barely taken a sip.

Olly stares at you, dazed, but there's a fire in his eyes.

"Ok." He agrees, then adds as he adjusts his glasses. "Only if you'll do that again."

You raise your eyebrows at his audacity. At this strange boy who was tucked away in the corner of the library.

"I thought you said you couldn't feel anything?"

Olly gives you a grin, different from his trademark open-mouthed one. It's almost a smirk. His gaze meets yours, determined and unwavering.

"I think I might have felt something then."

You lean in, at the same time as he does, meeting him halfway and kissing him again.

[ada7201]

Can you do Isagi, Reo, Rin and Sae's reaction separate from each other? The reader that they had fallen in love with has a golden retriver who's name is "Handsome". They don't know that the person that they loved had a dog. One day while they are in a park they heard the reader's voice from the far.

Y/N: Hey Handsome!

This causes them to froze and blush. They thought that the reader just called them handsome. Then they saw a golden retriver run fastly in front of them and it jumped into the reader's arms. They saw the dog's name from it's collar. They realized that the reader didn't mean to call them handsome but she is just calling her dog.

okaaaay 🤍 (๑>◡<๑) sorry if they’re short! no hcs, just the little story thing. also, i added context so it’s a bit easier to understand!

don’t forget to request any ideas you have! ♡!

“hey handsome!”

with Isagi, Reo, Rin, and Sae x reader

all seperate ( ˘ ³˘) ♡

Isagi Yoichi

(context: you were at the park at the same time)

“hey, handsome!” you call out, hands waving towards Isagi’s direction as you smiled at the man.

what?

he felt his cheeks flush at your words, and his fingers twitch slightly from the need to wave back at you.

“m-me?” he’d mumble under his breath, like you could hear it, but before he could repeat himself louder -

RUFF!

a large and soft dog ran straight past him, and towards your happy form.

“aww, you’re so handsome, handsome!” you coo at your dog, squatting down to be at eye level with the pet as he hops right onto you.

Isagi paused for a moment, body freezing as he heard you address the golden pet.

“oh,” he’d sigh, feeling slightly dejected as he slumped down. “what a shame.”

“oh, hi handsome!” your sweet voice snapped him out of his sulk session, blue eyes darting up to meet you e/c ones.

Reo Mikage

(context: he spotted you alone at a park, and was about to walk over to you)

“hi, handsome!” you cheer, smiling over to Reo.

he looked over to your figure, smirking proudly at your words. aw, you think he’s handsome? well, he thinks so too! it sounds much better coming from you, though —

BARK!

he turned around, only to be greeted by a large dog hopping right onto him and barking once again.

“ack—!” he sputters, not expecting to be run over by a dog so suddenly.

“oh, sorry Reo! handsome is a bit of a jumper.” you giggle, before whistling softly, calling handsome back to you.

wait, Reo is very confused.

“do you not think i’m handsome?” Reo asks, dumbfounded by the whole situation.

you chuckle. “of you’re your handsome, but that’s also the name of my dog, silly.”

“oh.”

Itoshi Rin

(context: you two locked eyes at the park)

“come here, handsome!” you smile, eyes locking with Rin’s as your hands reached above your head in a wave.

Rin looked over to you, teal eyes widening as he heard you. what?

did he even hear you correctly?

his cheeks shaded pink as he shifted his gaze to the floor, suddenly finding the grass of the park super fascinating.

RUFF RUFF!

Rin’s eyes caught a glimpse of a large dog, with golden fur that seemed to be brushed very well. he watched as it ran towards you, licking your hand as he arrived at your side.

“aw, you’re so sweet, handsome.” you say, voice sweet as you give your beloved pet a hug.

oh, you were talking to the dog.

your eyes shot up as you heard the sound of footsteps, eyes locking with Rin’s once again as he stood in front of you and handsome.

“can i… pet him?” he asks, rather shyly. he had to see what this dog had that he didn’t, other than a tail and fur.

“of course, handsome.” you grin.

Itoshi Sae

(context: you two were chatting at the park!)

“let’s go, handsome!” you say, smiling in the direction of Sae.

his eyes widened, looking back at you with a confused expression. let’s go? handsome? were you talking to him?

he turned backwards, teal eyes landing on a large dog which was making his way towards the two of you.

“aww, hello handsome.” you chuckle, hand reaching down to pat your pet.

oh, now it made sense, Sae thinks.

although, part of him hoped you were calling him handsome. did you even like him that way?

“well, we’re gonna go now, if that’s alright with you.” you smile softly to Sae, waving at him.

he nodded, looking back up at you.

“bye, handsome!” you say, before speeding off with your dog.

he felt himself freeze completely, eyes glued to your retreating figure.

handsome?

[puripurin]

Again, thanks 4 da idea, @littlekohai77!! Now this is the one where cute yan monster's darling is meeting his mother.

Tw: rape (a person mentioned in an ask.)

— "You have a human mother??" You said in confusion. I mean, you could see it, but was there anyone who could survive this long with a hanging jaw? It's been a few weeks since you met Aimilios, but you've never seen his mother roaming around.

"Yeah! You've never seen her because my mama is always in the basement of the building now because in recent years, many people have come and tried to "save" her, I don't know why, though. She looks safe and happy! She enjoys running around, hiding from my father, and loves being tossed around him. They're actually trying to kidnap her and experiment on her because she's very pretty. That's what I've come up with. How horrifying." You tried your best not to look skeptical, though. You didn't want him to burst out crying because you told him what people actually see when a woman is running around in an abandoned building being manhandled by a monster. So you kept your mouth shut on that part and changed the topic to his father.

"Wait, but your father is that crazy horned bastard who doesn't like me?" You furrowed your eyebrows as Aimilios tilted his head, trying to understand what you mean.

"Yeah, and he and my mama love each other very much! Just like you and me, we love each other very much, mh! You are my one and only." He hugged you and snuggled into you before grabbing your hands.

"Because papa finally trusts you enough. He finally allowed me to show you where mama is staying and meet her. So can we meet her now?" He smiles at you and grips your hands tightly. Although you go swooped up into this ridiculous situation by force, you could tell that it means a lot to him to see his mother.

"I-... okay, we can see her." He squeezed your hands tightly and hugged you one more time before leading you down a flight of steps to the basement. He breathed in before opening the door too fast and hit himself in the face and slammed his hand on the wall when he pulled the door open. He slowly crumbles to the floor in pain.

"Oh! Amy, is that you– ACK!" You heard a harsh thud as the woman fell to the ground. You slowly led Aimilios inside the room with the hand that wasn't swollen with pain and saw the woman covering her mouth in pain. How unfortunate is this family that they get injuries at the same time??

After a couple of minutes, it was silent. Aimilios' mother was looking away in embarrassment as she held an ice pack to her lips while Aimilios, who was sitting next to you, held an ice pack to his nose and his hand was on the table with an ice pack resting on top of it.

Now that you're looking at her, you can see where Aimilios' cuteness came from. This woman looks young, almost similar in age to Aimilios, and has the exact same eyebrows, eye shape, and nose as him. The eye colour came from his father, but his hair? You have no idea where it came out from.

"R-right. I'm sorry about that you had to witness that, (Y/n)... My first impression of you must be bad, so I'm sorry about that." She lifted the ice pack when she needed to speak and was extremely embarrassed by the situation.

"Ah, no worries. I can see where Aimilios got his clumsiness from. My name is (Y/n) (L/n), and im 23." You smiled at her and gave your hand for her to shake, to which she obliged to.

"You can just call me mom. I'm the mother of Aimilios and the wife of that grumpy little beast. Im 44 years old." She smiled as you looked surprised.

"44? You look the same age as Aimilios!" His mother just chuckled and put her hand on her cheek from the compliment.

"So how did you meet Aimilios because I have a feeling that he's lying to me about saving you from one of the ruined rooms in this place." Aimilios' face exploded into a bright red blush.

"N-no! I wasn't lying! Mom!" Aimilios covered your ears, but it was too late, you burst out in laughter.

"T-that's what he told you!?!? Hahahahaha!" You wiped your nonexistent tears as Aimilios put the ice packs into the bowl on the table and covered his face from embarrassment. His mother let out a couple of chuckles.

"Well, I was exploring this place because I was bored, and when I was walking when all of a sudden, he came out only to hit his face on a hanging piece of metal. He was going to cry--" You laughed, but Aimilios covered your mouth.

"I-I'm going to get water." He said in embarrassment and shuffled to the makeshift kitchen to open the tap. He huffed turned back.

"Mom... There's no water. I'll go outside to turn on the water..." He quickly left with a set of keys. As soon as you heard the door clicked, you turned back to the mother.

"Why are you not telling him the fact that people are really trying to save you out of concern??" You spoke out, really wanting to know the reason why she hasn't told him anything. His mother slapped a hand over her mouth and closed her eyes out of embarrassment.

"You don't know how hard it it to go up to him and say, "Oh, it's not because people want to kidnap me because they want experiment on me, it's because when i have fun with my husband, they either think he's mauling me to death or raping me! Sorry, son!" It's not easy-" There was a drop of keys both you and his mom eyes widened in horror as Aimilios was standing at the door, tears welling in his eyes.

"Mom! (Y/n)! How could you lie to me!!!" He cries and runs away.

"aMy NOOOOO!!!"

Okay, okay, that ending was super fun to write 💀💀 this is better than the storytelling one cus this is goofy asf. Anyways how do yall like the names ive picked out for cute yan monster and his father? I better hear amazing, Googling shit is hard /j

Also the hair colour thing is intentional cus i have an idea with that 🤭 sorry if your oc has blond hair thoughhh.

Note prooftread.

Edut: forgor tags again. Mb

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 8 : Baby Bat Visits

Damian trying to behave as much as possible in the Baxter's Home

[𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛]

"I know what I want and I know what I must do. The Boy Called me Adorable and so I shall live up to that title for today." Damian(12) says as he hops i

Onto the Car seat and Dick absolutely just laughing because of how excited and soft Damian had gotten and also nearly pleading Bruce to go to the Baxter's Manor. Damian was sitting neatly in the passengers seat and holding the paper bag of cookies that he's to bring to the Baxter's Manor for the others.

"Fasten Your Pace Grayson." Damian glared at him and he wheezes slowly and starts the car. "Cya B. Guess this is Damian's First Playdate WITHOUT a weapon." Dick jokes and Bruce sighs, "Please don't... Try to kill anyone.." he says in exhaustion. "Yeah Don't try to kill anyone you Baby Gremlin." Tim scoffs and Damian glared at him. "I have more self control than you think I Do Drake. Atleast I don't drink coffee past the Legal Caffeine Intake. And Besides that Boy is the one to bring you home like a princess 3 days ago. He's a good man for bringing you home with that soft blanket." Damian scoffs and Tim just huffing slightly and walking back inside.

Dick started up the car and Bruce Waved goodbye slightly and same with Alfred. Damian hesitantly and subtly waved goodbye back.

[𝙱𝚊𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛]

Dick parked neatly by the entrance and hopped off the car with Damian. Damian was holding the Blanket to give it back and the bag of cookies carefully, Dick knocked on the door. They heard someone's voice, "JUST A MINUTE—ACK— DANNY WAIT— A— ow..." Soon the door opened, "That's what you get for eating my BROWNIES!"

"Okay okay I know! Sorry! I didn't know they were yours— oh. Hello— oh! Hello there Damian!" Dante crouches to Damian's Height and Damian perked up, "Good Morning Dan." Damian was trying to hold back a smile but he couldn't help himself and hands Dante the Blanket and Cookies, "Alfred says to bring this with me! Cookies and your Uhm— Blanket that was wrapped around Drake." Damian says.

Dante smiles and Grabs the items gently. "That's nice kid, it's also nice that you're calling me by my nickname—" Dante was interrupted by Danny slowly wheeling himself over, "Who's at the Door?" Danny asks, his voice now much gentler as he smiles at Damian. Truly Danny and Dante were twins with the only difference is being their physical build and Eye color but even their hairstyles resemble each other with Dante's being just longer than Danny's. "Good Morning Sir! Uhm, I'm Richard, but most people call me Dick." Dick shakes Danny's Hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you I'm Daniel but you can call me Danny and This is my Brother Dante but you can call him Dan. How bout this adorable Child? Aren't you well behaved." Danny compliments and hovers his hand over Damian's head as if waiting permission to pat his hair and Damian just slightly tilts his head over to be head patted by Danny, "My Name is Damian, Damian Wayne." Dante chuckled and Danny just cooing on the much adorable kid "I know right? He's much more behaved than you Danny— ack—" Dante says but got elbowed by Danny almost immediately.

"Please do come in sir— are you okay?" Danny just asks politely as Dick was holding back intense laughter. I mean. DAMIAN is behaving? He's letting these people pat his head when he tries to bite anyone else who does? Him being polite and Kind to these people? It felt like a dream. A fever dream possibly. "T-this is real life right...?" Dick asks, "Yes Sir, It is." Dante just states and Danny pats his lap and reached his hands over to Damian, still also waiting for permission to put the boy in his lap. Damian hesitates but nods and Danny Puts Damian in his lap.

Dick just looks shocked, "is he much different at home?" Dante asks whilst chuckling and putting the cookies on a plate and Dick just nods, "Yes... Yes he's much different than at home... Feral even—" Dick Mutters and Damian shot a glare at Dick, "Such a strong Glare. Very charming! It can defend you from the Bad People." Danny laughs and pats Damian's Head. They heard Cujo bark and Jump On Danny's-Damian's Lap. "... A-a puppy—" Damian just immediately patting the Puppy who was Barking Happily at him.

"That's Cujo! He's a rescue dog. They almost euthanized him because they wanted to change their security to digital, it's such a shitty move." Danny scoffs, "How dare they? He's just a puppy!" Damian swears in his mind that he'll find whoever euthanized their puppies for Technological Advancements.

"That's why we got them shut down Danny. Well Sam Did because she was more than unwilling to let that Crime Slide By Her." Dante chuckles and pours a cup with a Cold Chocolate Drink and gave it to Damian. Damian was very pleased, they're very gentle towards him and asks for his permission before doing something.

"Now! To the Backdoor!" Dante laughs, "Wow... You're so Nice today Damian.. remember we gotta take pictures okay Baby Bat?" Dick just coos over Damian's Behaved Moments. "Hmph." Damian pouts slightly as Danny Was pushed By Dante to the Backdoor that was large.

"As I promise I'll let you see the Barn and the Ranch. Pretty sure Mr and Mrs. Baxter is there and they'll love you. C'mon Dick." Dante just nods at Dick and he nodded back following them back door and Seeing the Vast lands as any rich houses would have but this time there was a large barn and Barn Animals Roaming.

The horses were also our for the day. "RedIvy Recently Gave Birth to a new Foal, we Named him WindRunner." Dante says as they approached the two elderly couple. "Why hello there you little munchkin, you must be Damian Wayne! You're so cute." Berta Coo'ed and Damian slightly blushes and buried his face on his hands making the others chuckle.

"Hey there Dante~" Valerie from afar was approaching, a chicken nesting on her head. Dante immediately distances himself, "No Ass-slapping." Dante states clearly and Valerie just sighs.

"There's a child please stop flirting... Get a room." Danny scoffs as he lets Damian down to Approach the horses with Harold, the Baxter Husband. Damian was fascinated by the place as this was very much paradise for him.

"It's so odd seeing him calm and... Collected sort of?" Dick says as he sat down on a bench, "Children are unpredictable. But they're still just children so they're always curious and selfish at times. But it's the best times we can teach them especially for Traumatized children how they can set boundaries, trust people again, we must teach them the warmth and Acceptance of a family and loved ones in general." Danny says as he stares at Damian and the elderly couple with Dante.

The horses flocking them along with RedIvy and Her Foal, "At Their age they really don't know how to differentiate between Violence and Actual Love." Danny chuckles.

"Your family has an odd line of .... Traumatized People." Danny mutters making Dick cough for a moment, "oh I'm sorry if I offended you— it's just that I don't think it's healthy for the kid to be surrounded by... Negativity of a sort. After all their childhood experiences is what makes them a person in the future." Danny clears, "No-No it's alright— I just was taken aback but that's true— yeah... That's true." Dick sighs at the fact is that a younger boy knows more about how to be a parent than him or Bruce—

[𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅, 8:45 𝑷𝑴]

"Damn, I think I just got therapy—" Dick Mutters and Dante laughs and Danny looked a little Embarrassed. "That's how Danny just really is! Oh! And thanks for joining my stream!" Tucker says as Dick was Carrying Damian with a smaller fluffy soft Blanket wrapped around him. "Isn't he just tired, you can keep the Blanket, Mr and Mrs. Baxter said so" Dante chuckles and Dick Nods.

"Thanks for having us today, although I didn't surely expect us to take this long until night, thanks for the meal as wel—" he stuns for a moment when Dante hands him a small Container of Home cooked food, "Take this! And this Bento too for Alfred. I told him last time I'd ask him to rate my cooking." Dante laughs and smiles subtly and Dick Nods and smiles back. Dick headed back to his car and gently places Damian on the backseat to let him sleep peacefully, he puts the 3 containers and the bento on the passenger seat and hops in the drivers seat to turn on the Car.

"Drive Safe Dick!" Dante tips his cap and Danny waves them goodbye. Dick waved back and smiled and soon drove off. Damian had a fun day and it was undeniable.

[𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓, 9:00 𝑷𝑴]

"Welcome Back Home Master Dick.. my my... Master Damian truly had fun didn't he?" Alfred greeted them at the door chuckling. Dick was Carrying Damian Gently and Closely in his arms and he just nods, "ah right the Boy, Dante told me to give this to you." Dick handed Alfred the Bento and Alfred Hummed In delight as Dante had kept his promise and he nodded. "Thank you Master Dick, let us head inside shall we? Master Bruce is waiting to hear what took you all so long." Alfred hums and Dick Nodded heading inside. Alfred was carrying the food the Baxter's had sent to take back home with Dick.

Dick first put Damian in his bed and tucked the tired boy in for the night before heading to the Living room to tell Bruce how their day was. Maybe he should force Bruce to go to therapy with the Baxter's too, they were warm and Tim says they weren't too suspicious at all it's just that sometimes their information is... Patchy... But nothing too suspicious yet.

Yeah sending the Whole Family to Therapy is an Amazing Idea maybe then they'll stop being idiots—

The Baby Bat had an Amazing Day <333

I love em.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Riddle Rosehearts - Dorm Uniform Vignette

"Only the roses may be dyed red"

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Lounge]

Cater: Urrrrgh. Man, I still can't memorize all this～!

Trey: Oh, c'mon, Cater. You're usually pretty good at this kind of thing, aren't you?

Cater: Even so, Trey-kun.

Cater: There's just some stuff people can and can't do, y'know...

Trey: You're in danger of failing the class if you don't do well on next week's practical magic written exam, is that right?

Cater: Yuuup. I gotta get these formulas into my head one way or another.

Trey: You say that, and then open up Magicam, huh.

Cater: Well, 'cause I'm not feelin' it at all～

Cater: If this exam was asking for all the dishes on a cute café on Magicam…

Cater: Or the sale date of a trendy new outfit, I could totally memorize everything no problem.

[Riddle arrives]

Riddle: Why are the two of you looking so grim?

Trey: Hey, Riddle. I'm just helping Cater study for his upcoming practical magic exam. He's at risk of failing.

Riddle: What did you just say?

Cater: Hey, wait, Trey-kun! You don't need to tell him that!

Trey: Since practical magic is a required class, failing it can mean being held back a year.

Riddle: Cater. Were your grades so poor that you could actually be held back?

Riddle: In this dormitory, only the roses may be dyed red! It will be off with your head if you're telling me your assignments are nothing but corrective red marks!

Cater: N-No, that's not it! This is the only one I'm having trouble with! I don't get any bad grades in any other course!

Riddle: You should be doing your darndest to not even have one subject in the red.

Riddle: And? What is it that's puzzling you so?

Cater: That'd be "infusing magic to make automatic cleaning implements"

Riddle: Automatic cleaning implements, I see… That would be magic to make brooms and rags and the like clean a room on its own.

Riddle: As a sophomore, I haven't come across that in class yet, however I've read up on the process in a book before.

Cater: It's the "auto" part that's tripping me up. Setting up the spell is just like coding.

Cater: It fails if each step isn't carried out in the proper order… But I just can't get my head around it…

Trey: True. This sort of magic is supposed to have the implements avoid fragile objects, or adjust how much power it requires when on carpet…

Trey: Those spells need to be placed on the cleaning tools first in order for everything to work out, yeah.

Riddle: Your unique magic allows you to control your own doppelgangers, does it not?

Riddle: You're capable of doing such high-level magic, so why does this cause you to struggle so?

Cater: Hmmm. Sure, I can kinda multi-task and do a bunch of stuff at the same time, but maybe I'm just not that good at prepping stuff ahead of time…

Riddle: I suppose that means you may have a grasp of the fundamentals, but have trouble implementing it… I see.

Riddle: Well, alright. Then I shall teach this to you.

Cater: Eh, seriously?

Trey: But hey, this is a junior-level course. You sure?

Riddle: Who do you think you're talking to? I am the Housewarden of Heartslabyul.

Riddle: As Housewarden, I should be expected to help solve the issues of all my dorm students, regardless of grade.

Riddle: From the moment I became Housewarden, there has not been a single Heartslabyul student who have repeated a year, or dropped out of this school.

Riddle: Moreover, for as long as I am Housewarden, I will not allow a single student to flunk a course!

Riddle: Leave it all to me. I will be certain to help raise your grades, Cater.

[Library]

Deuce: Uhh, was the shelf of grimoires on alchemy over here?

Riddle: Perhaps it should start with levitation magic… No, perhaps it would be better to begin the spell with some sort of clairvoyant magic.

Riddle: The books that delve deeper into this should be… Ack!

[slam! thud, thud, thud!]

Deuce: Wah!

Riddle: Ouch… My apologies, I was not looking where I was going.

Deuce: Housewarden Rosehearts! I'm so sorry!

Riddle: Oh, it's just you, Deuce.

Deuce: Please, let me help pick up your books… Wait, are you planning on reading all of these?

Riddle: That's right. Is something wrong with that?

Deuce: There's over 20 thick and difficult looking grimoires here…

Riddle: I'm currently creating notes to help Cater study for his exams. These are all required materials for that.

Riddle: After all, it is my responsibility to help solve any problems my dorm students are facing.

Deuce: W-Wow, that's amazing of you…! I'm floored.

Deuce: I'm not really any good for anything more than carrying stuff, so… Please let me carry these books to the desk for you!

Riddle: Thanks, that's a load off my shoulders.

Riddle: Mm. He should have no problem passing his exam if I compile the information in these grimoires.

Riddle: I cannot wait to hand over these study notes over to Cater.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Hallway]

Riddle: Hold, Cater!!!!!!!!!

Riddle: How are you unable to memorize a mere 300 pages of text!?!?

Riddle: I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!

Cater: There's no way anyone can memorize 300 pages of notes in just one or two days!

Cater: Especially not when it's written in small script on a whole sheet of paper!

Cater: Don't get all red-faced and shout at me like that～!

Trey: Now, now, Riddle. Calm down a little.

Riddle: Haaah… R-Right, I got carried away. My apologies.

Riddle: Ahem. Listen carefully, Cater.

Riddle: These exam notes I compiled together has been made specifically to prepare you for any possible question that may come up on the exam.

Riddle: Just by memorizing those 300 pages, you should be able to solve every basic formula, practical application and trick question.

Riddle: Therefore, you should just memorize all of this text without worrying about how complicated it would be!

Cater: I totally get that you worked your butt off to put this together, and I totally want to memorize it, I really do!

Cater: But whenever I open up the textbooks, I only get about 3 pages in before I get super drowsy…

Riddle: The third page?

Riddle: That means you've not even gone past the table of contents!

Riddle: YOU DEFINITELY DESERVE TO LOSE YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!

Trey: R-Riddle, I feel you, but calm down a little…

Riddle: Urrrrghhh…!!

Trey: Cater, come on. If it makes you sleepy, then you should try to memorize it by reading the contents out loud.

Trey: Your busy Housewarden went through the troubles of putting this together for you.

Cater: Yeah, you're right. Sorry…

Cater: Alright, then. I got less than a week before my test, so I'm gonna definitely hunker down and test starting right now!

Riddle: Hmph. If you fail after I did all this…

Riddle: It'll absolutely be off with your head, understand!?

Cater: I-I'll do my best…

Cater: I'll upload a declaration of intent onto Magicam and log off for a bit.

Cater: First, I'll snap a pic of the exam notes that you made for me…

[click]

Cater: #StudyingForTests #300PagesOfNotes #Riddle-kunsHandicraft #HunkeringDownStartingToday #NoDrowsingOff

Cater: Aaand uploaded. Okay, then I'm gonna head back to my room to study. Thanks, you two.

[Cater walks away]

Riddle: Good grief. Cater is just as much of a handful as the others!

Riddle: His studies are suffering because he's got Magicam open non-stop.

Trey: I do sympathize wanting to avoid doing things you don't want, though.

Riddle: Students shouldn't be avoiding their studies, however.

Trey: Well, you're not wrong there…

Trey: …Riddle, is there any food you dislike?

Riddle: Hm? Why are you asking that all of a sudden?

Riddle: Well, if I had to pick something… I suppose I don't want to eat anything that's unhealthy or has a strong flavor.

Trey: Let's say you absolutely had to finish a full dish with pungent flavors…

Trey: How would you try to eat it, Riddle?

Riddle: Hmm. I would implement a method that would allow it to go down easier.

Riddle: Perhaps I would reduce the flavor by thinning it with hot water, or eat it bite by bite alongside bread or rice to help it go down.

Riddle: Or I could eat it with something I like…

Riddle: …............Ah!

Riddle: I understand now, so that's what you mean!

Riddle: Then maybe, for Cater…!

Trey: What's up, Riddle?

Riddle: Trey, I need you to teach me something.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Rose Maze]

Cater: Yaaaaawn～ …Sleepy…

Cater: There's no way I can survive without Magicam… I'm logging back in. Let's goooo early morning Magicam scrolling～

Riddle: That yawn was as big as a walrus's when its trying to devour oysters, Cater.

Cater: Ack, Riddle-kun! M-Morning～ You're looking super cute today!

Cater: Ah, w-wait, I'm not! It's not like I was pulling up Magicam or something…

Riddle: Right, speaking of Magicam…

Riddle: Actually, I set up a Magicam account yesterday.

Cater: Oh, cool…. Wait, huuuh!!??

Cater: You? You're using Magicam!?

Riddle: What's with that reaction?

Riddle: Am I not allowed to use that application?

Cater: No, no, that's not what I mean!! I was just surprised, since you always said you had no interest up until now.

Riddle: Hmph. It just so happened that the mood struck me.

Riddle: Therefore, I thought I should at least ask for your friend ID.

Cater: Sure, I'll add you! I'm totally looking forward to the types of pics you're gonna upload, Riddle-kun～☆

Riddle: Heh, you would do well to check it every day so as to not miss anything.

[Classroom]

[chime ♪]

Cater: Oh, Riddle-kun uploaded something to Magicam! I should take a look.

Cater: I wonder what kinda pic he posted～♪

Cater: …Huh? What is this?

Cater: Is this… a picture of a broom?

Riddle: #First #WhileIncanting #Touch4CornersOfRoomWithBroom #LevitationMagic #SageAndSalt

Cater: Haha, he's using a ton of weird tags. It's cute seeing him trying something new.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Cater's Room]

[chime ♪]

Cater: Riddle-kun's uploaded something again. This time it's… a towel? Wait, no…

Cater: It's a cleaning rag!

Cater: Why is he uploading a picture of something like that?

Cater: He should be posting selfies, or tasty looking lunches, or other stuff that'll be a hit on Magicam.

Riddle: #AfterBroom #DropMagestoneInBucketOfWater #5DropsPurificationPotion #WaterTempBelow20C #FollowExactly!

Cater: Hm? Wait, are these tags…?

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Riddle's Room]

Riddle: Next is the magical formula for brushing the carpet.

Riddle: First, I'll take a picture of the brush… Hmm, what tags should I use?

Riddle: "#WaterMagic #FireplaceAsh #SilverApple" Then... Also, this one…

Riddle: Perfect. …Uploaded.

Riddle: Oh. Cater's already "liked" it.

Riddle: It looks as though he's also uploaded a picture of how far he's progressed in his test studies.

Riddle: I'll also give him a "like"… Good.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Lounge]

―A few days later

Cater: Riddle-kun!! Trey-kun!

Riddle: Ah, Cater. How did you do on the practical magic test?

Cater: Ta-da, look! I got an 85 on the written exam, and an A during the prac app!

Riddle: Amazing, you did it!

Riddle: …Ahem.

Trey: Good job, Cater.

Cater: Now I won't be held back! Thanks a ton, Riddle-kun!

Riddle: Hmph. Well, of course, I took care to properly instruct you. This is only the natural outcome.

Trey: I was pretty surprised when Riddle asked me to teach him how to set up a Magicam account…

Trey: But I definitely wasn't expecting him to upload photos on Magicam and use tags to help Cater learn the magical theories.

Cater: Yeah, that was a genius idea!

Cater: Those hashtags you used to spell out the magical formulas were way way way useful!

Cater: Whenever I tried frantically memorizing the notes, I'd just find myself dozing off, but that helped stick in my head so easy.

Cater: As thanks, I'll have to take you to a pancake café that took off on Magicam sometime ♡

Riddle: Well, aren't you riding high…? This better not happen again.

Riddle: If you ever find yourself in a situation where you may fail your courses again, it'll be off with your head!

Cater: I know, I know ♪ I'll work hard starting today!

Riddle: Good answer. Then, let's start with…

[thud!]

Cater: Guh, what's with all these books?

Riddle: This is merely the beginning. You are to read through every single one of these in preparation for your next test!

Cater: Eeehhhh, Riddle-kun, you serious?

Riddle: I've told you before, haven't I? For as long as I am Housewarden…

Riddle: Not a single Heartslabyul student will ever be held back!

Requested by @farfalla049.

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎~! ~

💜👻🧡👻💜👻🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟸: 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟺𝟿𝟻

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠?

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 <𝟹

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙷𝙴𝙴🕺🏾✨!!!˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Remind me why I’m here again?” Donnie said as he stood in the middle of his youngest brother’s room, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently, “I have very very important work that I need to get to ASAP.” 

“Oho yeah?” Mikey giggled as he sat on his bed, resting his cheek on his palm, “What work?” 

Donatello huffed, glancing to the side of him, “Just plain old work, Mikey. Now tell me why I’m here so I can be on my merry way.” 

“With pleasure.” The box turtle grinned, going under his bed to get a closed cardboard box, “Y'know that since The Invasion I’ve been able to use my cool mystic hands sometimes, right?”

“I’m aware.” The older nodded. 

“Well, Barry’s been teaching me to control it and use it for the past couple of months. And I wanna see how much I’ve improved!” Michelangelo smiled, turning back to his brother.

The turtle in purple nodded in understanding, dropping his crossed arms as he put a hand on his hip, “So…where do I come to play in all of this?” The softshell asked.

“I wanna test how good I’ve gotten! And you’re the perfect person to test this tactic on.” The light scarlet eyed teen mused, turning back around to open the box, “And besides, you’ve been grumpy all week…you need this.” He mumbled to himself.

The scientist cocked his head to the side, “What was that last part?”

“Nothing!” The youngest said innocently, getting two feather’s from the box and giving them to his brother; one in each hand. 

“…Feathers.” Donnie deadpanned as he raised a confused brow.

“Feathers!” Mikey repeated. 

“…So…I’m just going to hold up these feathers for…how long?” The elder asked.

“Just hold the two feathers up and I’ll take care of the rest!” The smaller turtle smiled, a small orange hue glowing around a singular feather in the box. 

The now orange hued feather floated towards the softshell, gliding across his right side.

Donnie let out an embarrassing short squeal, dropping his arms as me marched over to his brother on the bed. Mikey raised an amused eye ridge, floating another feather to his older brother’s other side.

The purple banded turtle bit his lip, squirming as his knees buckled together. “I-I did— GHK! I-I did no— HNGK!! I did n-not agree t-t-to this!!!” He seethed. 

“Uhuh…yehes you did.” Mikey snickered, “I’d advise you to keep your arms up, big bro.”

“A-And why— ACK! Is that?!” Donatello glared.

“Well you see…if you put your arms down I’d have nooooo choice but to take the feathers you’re holding and let them join their friends in tickle tickle tickling you~!” The scarlet eyed teen smiled sweetly.

“WHAT?!” The young scientist gasped, going back to stomping to his baby brother, “Mikey I hAVE w-work to do and I— AUGH!!!” He screeched, going to the ground as the two floating feather’s made their way to his ribs. “Nohoh! Cohohome ohan!!” 

Donnie shook his head whilst kicking his legs on the carpet, trying to not give his brother the reactions he was seeking.

The softshell had work to do! He didn’t have time for these foolish games…!

But underneath his cursing and scowls…he really did enjoy this— I mean whaaaaat…? Now who said that?!

“Ihi HAHATE YOHOU!!” The purple banded teen shouted as his little brother glided the feather’s across his underarms, “YOHOU’RE E-EHEEVIL! THIHIS IHIS EHEEVIL IHI SAHAHAY!!”

“Is it really~?” The box turtle hummed. 

“YEHES! YEHES IHIT— hic IHIS!” The other laughed, shooting his arms down and hugging his middles, the two feather’s he was once holding now on the floor. 

“Uh oh~! You put your arms down, Dee~! Y'know what that means~!” The youngest teased, a light and sparkly orange hue now surrounding the two dropped feathers, the both of them tauntingly floating around the taller turtle.

“Now~! Where should they go~?” The smaller turtle teasingly asked.

The young genius shook his head frantically, “NOHOWHERE! F-FUHUHUCKING NOHOWHERE!” 

“Mr. and Mrs. Feather don’t like your cussing, Don-bon~!” 

“WEHELL TEHEHELL THEM— hic! TOOHOO FUHUCK OHOHOFF!!” Donnie hiccuped as he kicked his feet helplessly on the ground; trying to at least get the feathers off.

Another wonderful reason for him to hate mystic stuff…

“Dee~! Your arms aren’t raised~! Raise them up for me, please~!” The orange banded mutant mused.

“NOHOH! NOHOH WAHAY IHIN HEHELL!!” The light golden eyed teen squawked.

“No~?” Mikey taunted as he grazed a single feather across Donnie’s shell with his mystic powers, “EEEEHEEEP!! OKAHAY! OKAHAHAY! KEEHEEP THAHAT AWAHAHAY!!”

“Then put your arms up!” The younger said innocently, moving the feather’s down to the other’s plastron area. 

The young genius groaned through his giggles, clenching his teeth as he begrudingly raised his arms up above his head once again, “Cohohount yohour hic dahahays…” 

“Uno reverse, Donald.” The box turtle grinned, making four more feathers glide all across the softshell’s tummy. 

“GYAHAH— hic!! MYHYHY hic! NO! NOHO NONOHAHAH— hic!! GEHET THEHEM AHAHOUT!! GEHET THEHEM AHAHOUT!!” 

“Whaaaat~?” Michelangelo hummed.

“G-GEHEHET THEHEM AHA— hic! OHOHOUT!!!” The elder cried, stomping his feet repeatedly on the ground as he struggled to keep his arms up.

“But why, Tickle Tello~?” The box turtle mutant cooed, slowly walking over to his brother.

The purple banded turtle’s face turned a bright red at the tease; not even trying to put on a tough face facade anymore as he caved into the tickles, “DOHOHON’T hic CAHALL MEEHEE THAHAT hic hic YOHOU ASSHOLE!!”

“Okay, Tickle-Tello.” The smaller teen smiled innocently, sitting next to his older brother that was laughing his absolute shell off.

“Do you remember what we agreed on~?” Michelangelo asked. 

“NOHO— hic! N-NOHOH PUHUHUTTING MY AHARMS DOWN!! IHI GAHAT IHI— hic!! IHIHIT!!!” The light golden eyed teenager squawked. 

“Oh? Then why are you, hm~?” The youngest asked as he pinched the other’s hip mercilessly, resulting in the taller one to shoot his arms down almost immediately, pushing on his brother’s wrists. 

Donnie understood the rules…he really did! 

But this was just plain unfairness at this point.

“MIHI— hic! THAHAHAT’S CHEEHEEATING YOHOU— hic! B-BIHIG CHEEHEEATER!!!” Donnie squealed, his glasses falling off of his face due to the fact he was wriggling snd giggling so much.

The art loving turtle giggled, casually yawning and stretching as if there wasn’t someone literally dying of laughter beside him. 

“It’s not my fault you put your arms down.” Mikey commented smugly.

“YEHEHES IT hic IHIS!! IHIT IS!! IT hic IHIHIS— hic IT IHIHIHIS!!!” Donatello howled. 

“Oh? Is it~?” The box turtle asked, wiggling his fingers above his older brother’s thighs. The purple banded mutant’s eyes widened as he kicked his legs desperately on the floor in a small attempt to keep his little brother away…

…But who is he kidding?

When has that ever worked?  

“NAHAH— hic! NAHAHO!! AHANGEHELO hic hic PLEHEASE I-IHI’M SOHO hic SORRY!! Hic HAHAVE MERCY!!!” The softshell screamed as he hugged his middles tighter.

Mikey snickered lightly at the other’s plead, squeezing his brother’s thighs as the other threw his head back in complete hysterics. 

Happy tears rolled down Donnie’s face as his hands curled to fists, banging on the carpet floor as his legs stomped.

“Awe~! Someone looks like they’re having fun~!” Michelangelo giggled. 

“IHIHI’M NAHAHAT!!” The taller turtle protested loudly.

“You sure~?”

“YEHE— HIC!! YEHEHES MYHY GAHAHAD!!!”

“You positive~?”

“YEHEHES!!!”

“D'aww…that’s a shame~! Maybe this’ll help~!” The younger cooed in a fake pity voice as he lightly nibbled on his brother’s stomach whilst kneading the softshell’s thighs. 

The softshell in question wheezed loudly in result, pushing on the other’s plastron as the feathers quickened in speed, “OHOHAH— HIC!! MYHYHY GAHAHAD YOHOU AHARE HIC SUHUCH HIC AHAN AHASSHOHOLE!!!”

“And you’re digging yourself into an even deeper hole.” Michelangelo retorted as his elder brother let out the most loudest squeal known to man. 

“MIHIHIKEY!!!” Donnie cried.

“Yeeeeees~?” The youngest smirked.

“EEHEE— HIC!!! EEHEENOUGH! HIC EHENOUGH! E-EHENOHOUGH!!!” 

“Aw~!! But I didn’t even get to tickle your shell yet~!” The other pouted, wriggling his fingers near the taller’s shell.

“MIHICHELAHAHANEGLO!!!” The older screeched. 

“Okahay, okay, drahahama queen.” The scarlet eyed mutant chuckled, snapping his fingers which resulted in all the feather’s going back into the box. 

The smallest turtle helped his brother up, giving him a small glass of water he got prior. “Lihihike Ihi hic sahahaid: cohount. yohour. dahahays.” Donatello grumbled through his giggles.

The orange banded turtle rolled his eyes fondly, putting the now closed box underneath his bed once again, “Oh~? So does that mean you wouldn’t wanna help me the next time I practice my mystic powers?”

“…I-I nehever sahaid thahat…” The light golden eyed teen huffed.

“Soooooo, same time next week?” The smaller teen grinned knowingly.

“…Whahatever.” The taller said, quickly turning away and leaving the room to try and hide the evident genuine smile slowly morphing to his face. 

Michelangelo rolled his eyes fondly, sitting on his bed as he scrolled through his phone ever-so casually, “Same time next week it is, then.” 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[inhuman-obey-me]

Hi! Love your work, and congrats on 4000+ followers. May I request 🗡️ + Beelzebub with MC? I think it be interesting.

Thank you for your fantastic work!

Thank you so much!! ;//u//; We're glad you do!

"Let the knife leave its mark." - Beelzebub/MC

content warning: blood, MC into Beel being demonic

The tension in the air is palpable, thick enough to cut through and heavy enough to suffocate. 

You’re not supposed to be here, but here you are – hidden behind a large stone column as a scene plays out in this room, a scene you are not meant to see. 

“Lord Beelzebub,” voice laden with insincerity, the lesser demon takes a deep bow before the Avatar of Gluttony. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this private audience?”

“I’m pretty sure you know the reason, Kernal.” Beelzebub’s response is cold. It’s rare for you to see him like this, no trace of warmth nor compassion. “Or do you really think I’m that stupid?” 

“Stupid? You? Of course not! I’d never!” There’s a nervousness now that seems to creep into Kernal’s smile. “You know me, I’m just a bit forgetful. I really don’t know why you’ve sought me out today.” 

“Right.” A faint buzzing sound begins to fill the room, and you realize Beelzebub’s wings have begun to vibrate. “I guess you would be the kind of demon to just forget.” Each word is dripping with more anger than the last, a crackling energy of malice settling in like a shroud around him. “Then I guess I’ll just have to remind you.”

As the lesser demon lets out a shriek, you swallow your own as your hand quickly goes to cover your mouth. Beelzebub had lunged forward, his claws now sunk deep into Kernal’s flesh as he slams him down on a table, the metallic scent of blood quickly pervading the room. 

“Do you really think you can just throw out threats so casually?” The Avatar growls, and you can see his form beginning to shift as his mouth seems to grow wider, teeth sharper. “Did you think you could lay out a trap like that and hide it from me?” 

“P-please,” Kernal’s body writhes in the other’s grasp, and you can make out dark ichor dripping from his lips. “I don’t know w-what you’re – ack – talking a-about!” 

You had forgotten about this side of Beelzebub. You couldn’t help but be fascinated. 

“Still playing innocent, really?” Beelzebub snarls, letting go of the lesser demon and taking a step back – no, you realize he’s turning to get something. Is that…silverware? “Maybe cutting you up will finally make you confess. Either way, it’s a meal for me.” 

“No, please! I-I’m one of your loyal followers, you know that!” Kernal tries to get up, but he’s quickly pinned down again by his superior. “That…that human is making you weak! I just want you to be the best you can be, and that means that d-damn human needs to go!” 

Ah. 

You get it now. The reason Beelzebub had looked so grim earlier, so grim that it caused you to secretly follow him here. This demon was trying to hurt you.

“Weak?” Beelzebub spits out the word, and the buzzing gets louder, and louder. You can barely see his wings as they rapidly beat. “The only weak one here is you, Kernal. In fact, the only thing tough about you is the meat on your bones. Meat I’ll gladly carve right now.” 

You move to take a step back, debating whether you want to see the gruesome conclusion to this encounter, but nearly trip over yourself in the process – and it does not go unnoticed.  

“...Who’s there?” 

Shit. Maybe if you don’t say anything, they’ll think it was a random animal.

“I can smell you.” His voice is still low, but it’s softer as he calls out to you. “MC…how long have you been there?” 

Realizing there’s no hiding now, you slowly step out of the shadows, trying to focus on your demon. “Well, kind of the whole time. I-I followed you here. I’m sorry! I just got worried with how you were acting earlier and…” Your gaze slowly trails to the other. “Here we are.” 

“O-oh, please, tell him to stop!” Kernal begs, looking to you with wide eyes as he hopes for some kind of rescue. “He’s going to take a bite out of me!”

You notice that Beelzebub is still gripping a knife in one hand, hovering just above the lesser demon’s chest. He seems to hesitate now, seeming embarrassed that you caught him in such a state. 

“It’s okay, Beel. I won’t interfere.” You give him a reassuring smile, morbid curiosity getting the better of you as you take a few steps to be beside him. This is a scene that should make your stomach churn, an act that should fill you with nightmares. 

It magnetizes you instead.

“Let the knife leave its mark.”

[muffinman1st]

Ribbun Week: Day six (Comedy (Fluff))

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61210300

The entire cast had gathered in the closest thing to a living room in the circus, a large rug with colorful couches. Each of them lounged on one of the couches with popcorn in hand and lights dimmed.

They have gathered for a relatively new activity. A lot had changed since Caine got access to the internet, mostly for the better. After a lot of convincing, team building was what finally convinced the ringmaster, and they got something to help feel normal again.

Movie night.

So far they had yet to make a proper schedule, only meeting once every couple of nights after a less exhausting adventure. Nothing had happened to ruin the event either, even though Ragatha’s choice of movies needed to be screened after her selected horror nearly made Gangle and Pomni a panic attack.

Ragath and Pomni were sharing a blanket and chatted on the center couch, guessing what they’d be watching today. Zooble lying on the lefthand couch, trying to relax, as Jax sat on the opposing sofa and threw popcorn over the tiny pillow fort with Kinger inside at her. Soon enough the special lady of the even appeared with Caine to share her selection.

“HELLO EVERYONE! ARE YOU EXCITED FOR YOUR MARVALOUS MOTION PICTURE?!” Caine bellowed in his usual excitement.

“Yeah, yeah just tell us what we’re here for.” Jax turned his attention, and aimed, toward them

“I’M GLAD YOU ASKED,” He pointed a gloved finger at Jax, “TODAY YOU’LL HAVE THE PRIVILEGE OF VIEWING NAU- *ACK!*” Caine’s grandiose reveal was interrupted by a kernel to his mouth… head?

“Bullseye!” Jax cheered.

“*HACK!* hmmm, needs salt *HACK!*” He paused mid choke to critique the flavor.

As Caine continued to spin mid-air choking he started floating higher and higher until he was out of sight and hearing. Gangle was stunned and silent until the AI disaster was away before turning to the others to try and pick up where their ringmaster left off while keeping an eye on Jax.

“Um, as-as he was saying I picked ‘Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind’. I hope you like it.” She announced.

As the screen behind Gangle turned on she quickly made her way towards the empty seat next to Jax. Everyone quickly moved their attention to watch it, eager to see it for the first time. Gangle was right along with them even if she had seen it enough to memorize the dialogue.

Well, except Jax. He had barely gotten up to any hijinks today and was looking to rectify that. Throwing popcorn got boring after Zooble just started eating it, so he turned his attention towards his favorite target.

He was limited on means though, Ragatha made sure he left all his prank supplies in his room so he wouldn’t ruin movie night. Pokes got no reaction as she was absorbed into the screen so he turned to one of the most cruel things he could do during movie night. He tried to swipe her blanket. 

Unfortunately for him, Gangle barely registered it and simply moved with it so she could keep watching. This led to an unforeseen situation as Gangle scooched against Jax and was currently leaning against him, completely unaware of the stunned state she had Jax in. Jax was very aware of it as he kept his arms up, unable to move without pushing the ribbon girl, and looking around as if he could find a solution for his predicament. 

He caught Zooble’s attention who upon seeing between a rock and a hard place just giggled and left him to his fate. Unable to move without alerting anyone else Jax was forced to sit still and behave for the next hour and a half, which became a new record.

When the movie finally reached its conclusion and the lights brightened up Gangle finally moved to eagerly discuss the movie with everyone. Jax being freed was quick to make his escape, much to everyone besides Zooble’s confusion.

Notes: Jax's experience with girls starts and ends at putting gum in their hair.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

genderbent marauders! (U agree) lily, Mary, marlene as boysss. Girl Barty!!! Girl evan omg! (But evan and pandora would probably just switch looks if genderbent) transfem regulus, long hair remus, shirt hair (butch? Maybe) sirius. Omg I'm so normal about all of this

OMG YES. i have a post on fem marauders + regulus &severus here ack i love <33

boy valkyries... so hot. lily would be that hot condescending nerd type i fear. thinks he's too good for everything, too smart for you, morally superior. wants to dress really well but hates wearing sweaters (makes him feel old), he's weirdly into his totally platonic best friend (snape) and changes completely into the "chill senior"/"party guy" when they break up stop being friends. oh and also has a very long skin care routine his friends would make fun of him about .

GUY MARY OMG. canon james potter i fear. he would be a jock. like captain, picking up girls left and right, flirting with teachers. he'd walk into class late and it's okay because the teacher has such a soft spot for him. he has a very short fuse and starts fights in hallways. drives when he's underaged, very high snapscore, very cool highlights on insta. tristan from gilmore girls type. god i love him. also dresses so well. he's a horrible man that stands girls up and breaks friendships apart but he's tall, hot, dresses well and smells amazing so...

marlene as a guy. loser. when she's a girl i oscillate between rockstar gf/loser but as a guy 100% loser. wears big shirts with weird shit written on it and bugs bunny shorts. frosted tips. plays basketball but is really shit at it. cries a lot. sits in the back of class and flies paper planes. loves cars (the movie). cross my dick and swear to balls. idk. love him.

omg... girl barty. looks completely normal - well dressed, hair well done, a little pale and her hair's thinning but that's alright - but she's literally insane. hello kitty girl (as in she's severely mentally ill and belongs in a mental institute). insta story spammer. has an onlyfans. gets her nails done every week somewhere new because she ends up trauma dumping and crying on her tech. she's the girl with the boyfriend twenty years older than her that cheats on her biweekly, smokes at the table and hits her occasionally. someone get this woman therapy 😟

girl evan... idk i hc pandora would be soo diff as a guy to evan. like i don't think the rosier twins would change personalities w genders. evan was and is a loser, very hungry for affection, very mean. female manipulator . on twt 24/7. very controlling gf ("why'd you like her picture? go be with her if you love her so much"). also !!! so many piercings. barty too btw they did them on each other and they probably all got infected at least once. (ears, eyebrow, tongue, septum, third eye, cheek, nipples, naval, back dimples, etc.)

boy pandora would b actually scary bc she'd stay the same but now she's a six foot tall man. imagine a rat. now make it human. that's pandora. i love her sm.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Backstage Story Translation - Sakyo Furuichi SSR: BE.MINE ver.SAKYO - Part 1

Sakoda: Good work today, Aniki! You sure finished up quickly.

Sakyo: Yeah. I’ll be going straight home now that I’m done, what are you up to?

Sakoda: I’ve got stuff to do, so I’ll be goin’ back to Ginsenkai!

Sakyo: I'll give you a ride, then

Sakoda: Huh! You sure!?

Sakyo: I can’t just leave ya here. I’ll go get the car.

Sakoda: ‘Kay!

-

Sakoda: Oh yeah, I heard MANKAI Company’s doin’ something called Boyfriend Material?

Sakyo: Yeah. It’s a special feature requested by “BE.MINE”’s editorial department.

Sakoda: That one! Situations where you’re actin’ like a boyfriend are so cool~! So, when’s your turn!?

Sakyo: The shooting’s probably still far off. But judging by the schedule, my situation prompt should be decided soon.

Sakoda: Lemme know when the release date will be decided! I’ll be linin’ up to grab a copy the moment the sun comes up!

Sakyo: There’s no need for you to line up that early. You’ll be a nuisance to the neighbors.

Sakoda: R-Right… I’ll just preorder it for now, then!

Sakyo: … Geez. Do whatever you want.

Sakoda: Will do!

-

Sakyo: I’m home.

Tsuzuru: Would a weekday be better after all?

Taichi: How about this day right here, then?

Kumon: Ack, sorry! I’ll be working then.

Tenma: I’ve also got a photoshoot that day.

Sakyo: (… Those are the Yosei students. Are they back already?)

-

Sakyo: Are you lot going somewhere?

Taichi: Oh! Welcome back, Sakyo-nii!

Sakyo: Thanks.

Kumon: We were thinking of going to see a movie together!

Sakyo: You guys go out to movies together, even though you see each other at the university all day? You sure are chummy.

Tsuzuru: Since we eat lunch together so often, we naturally end up talking about going out together.

Tenma: But our schedules don’t seem to match up so nicely.

Sakyo: I mean, you’re all busy with part-time jobs or shootings, or your assignments

[Door opening]

Izumi: I’m homeee.

Sakyo: Welcome back.

Izumi: Oh, Sakyo-san! You’re home already!

Taichi: Come to think of it, you’re back much earlier than usual, Sakyo-nii…

Tenma: Oh, yeah. 

Kumon: No way, Sakyo-san… Did you get fired!?

Tsuzuru: Nah, that can’t be it… I think?

Sakyo: Of course that’s not it. I can’t just be fired with the snap of a finger.

Taichi: Right!

Kumon: I’m glad!!

Sakyo: I was just done with work quickly today. I even dropped Sakoda off at Ginsenkai before coming home.

Tenma: Huh, so there are times when you’re just done that quickly.

Izumi: Oh, this is perfect timing, actually.

Izumi: I received a call about your Boyfriend Material situation prompt just now.

Sakyo: Guess I was right about my turn comin’ up. So–

Kumon: What’s Sakyo-san’s situation gonna be!?

Tenma: What are you getting all excited for…?

Kumon: I’m just so curious!

Taichi: I get you! I wanna know so bad, too!

Izumi: Fufu. I’ll simply announce it to all of you, then. Sakyo-san’s situation will be… A movie date!

Sakyo: A movie date, huh…

Taichi: A movie date!?

Izumi: Um, yes… What’s wrong?

Tsuzuru: Nothing. It’s just shocking ‘cause we were talking about going to a movie right before this.

Tenma: A movie date should be easy to have a photoshoot for.

Sakyo: Yeah. At least it looks like I won’t have to worry about the shoot.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

[delusional-mushroom]

Prologue|•|Chapter 1|•|Chapter 2

You were six years old when your father died. He was a poet — a sickly one — named Damien.

He loved both you and Callum dearly, saying that his limited time on this earth only made him appreciate every breath, and every blessing life graced him with.

“A final breath of living night. The newborn sparks born of the dark. Breathe in the dusk and breathe out light,” was the last poem he gave the world, punctuated by the tears of the family he left behind.

Every stanza, every line, it was all so smooth, almost as if he wasn’t lying on his deathbed.

Despite only having him in your life for such a short time, his impact on you was long-lasting. You often found yourself chanting some of his poems like nursery rhymes, skipping and playing with the neighbourhood kids.

That said, you didn’t mind Harrow — Harrow. He insisted, that he wouldn’t accept anything more extravagant. No ‘King Harrow,’ or ‘Your Majesty.’ Just Harrow. — He was kind, and funny, and loved your mother. You’d even go as far as saying he loved you and Callum.

“Aspiro..~” a cheeky, nasal voice whispered through the ajar door to your room.

“Ack! Wha— Claudia!” You yelped, scrambling away from the book you were reading. A giggle chimed from the young girl as you swung the door open and pranced into your room with an attention-grabbing orb in her hand.

When you first moved into the palace, you never would have thought that you’d befriend the high mage’s children, and yet here you are.

You and Claudia, being the same age, quickly became inseparable. Shenanigans and tricks had everyone weary of when you two were together, but being seen apart was a much rarer sight.

Soren and you weren’t really as close. Sure, you two had very brain-rotting conversations and he was a good sparing partner when you wanted to get humbled, but aside from that, and occasionally including him in your’s and Claudia’s nonsense, you didn’t really spend much time together.

That didn’t mean you weren’t friendly with each other. In fact, him, you, Claudia, and Callum often spent time together as a group, giving Opeli a headache and a half.

“What’s that?” You ask curiously, composing yourself from the scare as if it never happened.

“It’s a primal stone.” Claudia began, an awe-filled grin etched into her face as she extended the sphere towards you. “It has a real storm inside it, can you believe that? A real storm!”

“Whoa…” your quiet statement of amazement only edged her on.

“Aspiro,” In that very same instant another gust of wind swirled in your face.

“Claudia!” You both erupted in a fit of giggles. “How’d you do that?” You asked, wiping a tear of laughter from your eye.

Claudia squealed, trying to compose herself as she motioned for you to wait with elaborate hand gestures.

You chuckled as you watched her ready the primal stone, breathing in before bringing her fingertips up to draw a glowing symbol in the air. “Aspiro.”

This time, you ducked, sparing yourself from the merciless breeze Claudia conjured. Raising an eyebrow, you looked up at Claudia with a skeptical expression.

“Peanut butter?” You ask, standing up straight again.

“Mhm, it’s what I had for lunch.” Claudia replied with a giggle. “Do you wanna try?” She asked, smiling at you.

“The peanut butter? No thanks Clauds, I already ate.” Your refusal was met with a cackle,

“No! The primal stone, silly!” Your mouth formed an ‘O’ at her clarification, before hastily agreeing as she passed you the orb.

“How do you do the symbol thingy?” You asked, fingers caught mid-glow.

“The rune?” Your confused nod prompted her to continue. “It’s like a ‘2’ with an short tail and another small curve coming from the point.” She explained, demonstrating in the air.

It wasn’t perfect, far from it, but it was good enough for the spell to work. Gasping in surprise, you look to Claudia incredulously.

“You did it!” She exclaimed, flapping her hands and wriggling her fingers in excitement. An accomplished smile found its way onto your face, chest puffing out proudly as you did the spell again.

This time, you weren’t so lucky.

The gust of wind caused the stack of books and scrolls pilled hopelessly on your desk to fall onto the wooden floor, thudding and crashing against the varnished planks.

Claudia’s lips thinned, sucking in a breath of air through her teeth. “Maybe we should give this back to my dad before he notices it’s gone.”

Your face paled, looking at her with horror. “He doesn’t know?” Your astonishment bemused came out in a shaky, breathy voice.

A guilty giggle is all you got in response.

That was the first time you used magic, when you were nine. That was five years ago.

And now here you were, fourteen years old, taller and oh so ‘mature for your age,’ hearing the dreaded news.

“Your mother, Queen Sarai, has…perished.” Opeli informed you, Callum and Ezran. “She has fallen in battle. The dragon king, Thunder, has… taken her life.”

Her voice was so clear — like she practiced saying that over and over again — yet her face held nothing but saddness. Not pity, genuine grief and hurt.

Life at the palace took a melancholy twist after that.

Without your mother’s lively, spunky presence, the halls seemed quieter, the rooms felt emptier, the walls felt more imposing.

You and Claudia began spending even more time together after that, occasionally causing havoc and occasionally getting scolded for the mischief the two of you sowed.

One day however, you found yourself alone. Claudia left you, sparing you with a quick “I need to go get something,” before dashing to the library.

Which is how you found yourself, alone, in the high mages office.

There were so many things in the opulent chamber. Various ingredients for dark magic ‘creative solutions’, bejewelled chests and troves, glimmering stones and crystals. Everything was so shiny, catching the light of the single candelabra that was stationed by the door.

Everything except one.

In the corner of the room, there was a tall, flat silhouette cover by a thick, obscuring cloth.

Strange…

Curiosity got the best of you, and within a few seconds, you flung the cloth off of the…mirror? What was so important about a mirror?

Unfortunately, the thrust of flinging the covering off the intricate looking glass extinguished the candles, darkening the room significantly.

“Damn it! Now they’ll know I was here.” You complain, before a bright, vivid light stops you in your tracks.

Looking back to the uncovered mirror, your mouth falls agape at the sight you see.

It looked like a library, but it had a very elegant, ethereal look to it.

Picturesque, blue, curved bookcases lined the wall; wreaths of evergreen leaves hanging above a ridiculously radiant fireplace whose flames flickered an unnatural shade of fluorescent orange; an ornately carved silver desk paired with a red-velvet cushioned chair in the corner; there was a huge, circular, spiral-patterned window at the right back; and the floor looked almost as reflective as the mirror itself. And there was a person.

Their cloak only managed to hide so much of their blue, star-covered skin. Strands of pure white hair peaked from the hood of their cloak, the shadows barely dulling its brilliance. They had such unusual eyes: dark purple sclera and light golden irises.

And they were staring right at you…

Fun fact: [Name] is fluent in Claudian.

A/N: hellooo, sorry this took a while, hopefully updates should be picking up soon. Comments are really appreciated, but don’t feel obligated to leave any. I hope you enjoyed this chapter >:D

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

sorry but i think i lost your plot has to be peak literature because it's one of the only thing ive ever read from start to last update in under an hour

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 14

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,163

You get caught up in some hobbying.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, crafting, bead making

<Previous - Next>

Your relationship with the older vikings, men and women alike, as their sometimes delivery girl, sometimes shepard -though that was much less of a harrowing job now that the dragons were cool, and you were afforded the privilege of spend a lot less time hiding and running- sometimes portable laundromat and shiphand, afforded you certain knowledge that other people sometimes weren’t privy to, though Berk was an open floor for gossip.

Like how the twins were always looking down because their helmets were too shallow to balance themselves on their heads, which had the consequence of making it seem as if they were always up to something. Which, coincidentally, they were- Their mother complained about them a lot in between mentions of her husband and fawning over Stoick.

You learned how to cook some from Mrs. Ingerman, and you’d taught her a few words from your time period, which was nice. 

You’d had to do Snotlout's laundry and clean his room on more than one occasion, even had to pull it out of his basement room more than once, which you were thoroughly disgusted by. You’d learned a lot more about the guy from that experience than you’d ever wanted and had refused to take any of the Jorgensons’ laundry from then onward.

You’d even done things for Hiccup and for the Chief, mostly things he was unaccustomed to doing as he was too busy acting as the leader of the village and things Hiccup missed because he was too busy doing whatever he did out with the riders. You were sure Hiccup’d had no idea just the same as Snotlout. 

There were a few things you were certain to never bring up, including but not limited to a hastily drawn but very detailed sketch of your face shoved in a notebook tossed under his bed, not particularly helpful in terms of putting to rest the whole crush thing, or the small pail of screws he was sure to have brought back from the forge without his father’s blessing.

You were in denial a little bit, yeah. 

You should probably tell him. About the whole being in his room thing. But you wouldn’t. Definitely not.

It seemed, though, that despite this extra eye into the working world of Berk, you’d still ended up missing a few things.

Berk was… A community. You weren’t sure how you never realized that.

The Great Hall was filled with warm laughter, people patting each other on the back, men and women sharing stories about their kids and, often enough for you to take notice, Hiccup. It looked like raising him was a group effort.

Off in the corner were others at a table by shallow baskets which were shaped like oblong gold pans filled with fine powder and shells, men and women sitting along the side sorting dragon scales and grinding them down with flat stones and clearly chiseled pestels.

Dragons squealed and bobbed around your periphery, tossing and picking up what must’ve been colorful, neutral stones.

Large men and women and children hunched over the tables all over the hall, rearranged so that they were all closer to each other, parallel as they whittled away at things you couldn’t completely see, tables lined with leaves and the occasional plate.

It was well lit.

People filled the halls between tables with joyful conversation, playfully batted at each other and sat back. The whole space was bustling and also relaxing, somehow.

In the background was Ack arguing with some blonde woman, but even that was nice. You could tell he didn’t mean it and neither did she, shooting back just barely inaudible jabs with each other.

You were mindful of the basket in your arms full up with his laundry, just recently cleaned and aired out. 

You had stopped in your tracks at the sight, standing just before a short table placed perpendicular to the rest as if the lady sitting there was the guard to some booth or other. 

You looked down finally, noticing how she looked at you nearly eye level with a raised brow. She had plenty of wrinkles on her forehead, which told a lot about a life made by concern and stoicism. She also wore a large, very off white apron over a grayish vaguely beige long sleeve short and a long brown skirt, which you only just barely caught sight of as she lifted it up to wipe down something in her hand.

She had a shallow basket in front of her filled with what looked like beads and various strings, needles and small carving knives with wood shavings laid on the cloth-covered table around her.

“Hi,” You said, breaking the wall between the two of you. 

“...Hello, dear,” She responded, after a while, settling down her skirt and placing a colorful bead back into her basket. He picked up a needle instead, which you saw was already attached to a long string with beads all down the length. 

You wondered where they’d gotten the dye for it. Could dye even be used on glass? Was it glass?

Instead of asking those questions, you shuffled your feet.

You glanced at a white sleeve flopped over the side of the basket, which you held by a bar on the other side and pressed into your hip, “What’s going on?”

“Crafting is going on,” She said, plainly.

You nodded, “I like it.”

It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see Vikings wandering around Berk, trying their hand at leatherworking and carving and other things. Now that they had the time, being assaulted a lot less by Dragons, the Berkians indulged their more artistic inclinations, exercising muscles for skills they’d never been able to before.

“I mean, this is great. What started it?” You asked.

You wanted to join in. It might be nice.

“Oh, you haven’t seen? The pride of Berk, walking around with his little bead like a bird,” She chortled fondly, “Did you see it? I wonder who gave it to him? Lucky girl. He has, dare I say it, started a trend.”

A bird? You quirked your lips up at what was most certainly an exaggeration. You hadn’t seen anything like that. You failed to mention that you’re the one who made it.

You wondered if Hiccup knew about any of this at all. You didn’t. 

“How do you know it was a girl?”

You turned. The spoken voice belonged to one of the women you’d see before in the Hall. She came over, done fussing with Ack in the background.

She was also blonde, a brighter, more yellow shade with a few less gray hairs. And she was large, also, with broad shoulders and a strong presence. Her arms were the largest between them. 

She wore tight trousers and a large though not long tunic. Her boots were plain leather and looked to be of the pirate variety. 

You pondered the idea that they might be related, or at least good friends.

“Look at him!” The first lady put down her needle, resting it in her shallow basket again, a glass bead falling down the string as she did, gesturing with her hand, though there was no Hiccup in sight, “He’s so happy! So proud! The small thing. He’s got too much energy for his little bones to handle.”

You thought he might be offended if he heard her say that.

“Oh, don’t be delusional,” The one with big arms huffed, “And don’t let him hear you say that.”

“But I’m right!”

“You’re wrong! He’s no myth, sweetheart. You can’t go around treating him like one of your little stories,” She shook her head, crossing her arms. 

“The Ragnar is real!” She insisted, staring down the Ack lady, meeting her eyes until the other woman rolled her own. You could tell it was a disagreement as old as time itself, but like with the other woman’s squabble with Ack, there was no malice in it, “Beowulf, too.”

They were just putting on a show.

You felt your lips stretch wider. It felt good to be a part of, even as a witness.

“Well, anyways, I’ve been thinking of making it a regular thing. You know, putting it on a schedule. Craft nights…”

You nodded excitedly, “It’s very modern.”

“Do you think so?” She asked, pleased.

“You don’t think we’ll have better things to be doing?”

“Our ancestors used to do it, can’t see why we can’t.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Oh, yes. Read a passage about it once, saw a note or something like in one of the dragon books. Glass beadmaking,” She looked up wistfully, pausing briefly in her rhythmic sewing, “I always wanted to try it… But we had no forge, no beads, no time, then, either. I was just a little girl. But now…!”

She picked something small but shiny out of the basket in her lap, ooh-ing to herself.

You were on the outside, kind of, though not on purpose. Everyone was welcoming enough, though they were much too busy fighting with the dragons to notice much or throw a party or anything. You were never excluded but you always had better things to do, too, so, well.

But this was here, and it seemed convenient. 

“Dear, come sit down,” She squealed slyly, voice both quick and dragging, face gleeful, which seemed out of place on her wide, bult frame and stern face.

“Okay,” You said, beaming.

You stuck mostly to the woodworking bead types. 

The image of glass beads shattering midair was frightening, though you were sure that none of the dragons around here could reach those speeds. Flying that fast might be dangerous for people too.

Most of your beads were probably going back to Hiccup anyways.

Of course, you had your own handful of small colorful semi-porcelain.

You tried a bunch of colors of all different types, and ended up with a handful of each. It was cool, to the super-so degree, and it was free. It seemed good will did a lot, and community bonding exercises were meant to be just that and nothing else. There was a line of Vikings, adults and children alike, ready to do their own part and bring things in anyhow. 

Many Vikings used ground up dragonhide to dye and waterproof beads and to mix in with melted glass in order to give it a pretty stain.

It was interesting, especially now that many Vikings were using Dragons in place of a kiln, and how they’d set up small buildings with bricks and some coal and used those too.

It was disastrous, at some moments. There were many burns, mostly small, that people went up to Gothi for, saying their goodbyes in bummed tones. 

Gothi must have had enough of it because she came down eventually to manage the glassmakers and smack the unfortunate.

It was… nice. 

The afternoon light was surprisingly nice on your face. It felt a lot nicer and your chest felt lighter, the world awash with things bright and endearing.

You looked forward with a winning smile at Hiccup.

“You liked the one I gave you, right?” You held out a handful of blue glass and wood beads to Hiccup, “They’re doing craft days in the Hall. I made some.”

You had a bunch of others in pouches around your belt.

You didn’t have anywhere to put them besides. You had no dragon to ride, so in time you might favor the glass ones. You had trouble with a few of them. The dragonhide did a great deal to make the glass more sticky when it heated up.

“You’re going to see a lot more people around with beads on.”

There were not enough leaves and pouches for all your sorted beads so they were sort of mixed, but you got a hold of a good few before it was time to clean up and you fled before anyone could notice. The hall would still be active for a while.

“You started a trend, I think,” You said, matter-of-factly.

It was impressive. Trends usually fell to the Chief, who recently had been trying to approach you though he always got carried away by tasks before he could. 

Hiccup had a sort of goofy smile on his face which consisted of a slightly upturned lip and the framing of his two largest front teeth which dropped as, as it looked like, he snapped back into himself, “What?”

“Yeah,” You said after you finished unloading the rest of his pouches into his arms and turned to walk away.

You looked around as you fled, making sure no one was watching.

He looked down like he wasn’t sure what to do with all of them, and also a little bit put off.

You wondered if you overdid it.

A small weight shifted by your ankle as you walked, the coins you’d slipped into a side pocket in your boot. You were going to ask around for some seeds.

[camaro-and-smokes]

Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car

Chapter 8: I was gonna tell you tonight

Moodboard by the amazing @a-redharlequin 💜

No warnings for this chapter. Tags: jealousy

Summary: The thought of wanting to make the first move had lingered in Steve’s mind throughout the day. He tried to think for an opening, how to present the idea without just lunging at Billy’s lips—as he would’ve wanted to do.

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Steve went back to the beach after he’d taken a shower. It was a beautiful day and only early afternoon, so there was no point in staying inside. He set two deck chairs on the sand in front of the terrace and smiled as he recalled Billy’s words about his tan—or the lack of it.

Billy soon joined him, his hair wet from the shower he’d taken after Steve. “You decided to start with the tan right away,” he stated with a smirk. “Just remember to add sunscreen. What you put on earlier is now all gone with the shower.”

“Already did,” Steve replied, showing Billy the bottle of lotion he’d brought with him.

Billy turned to look at the sea at the surfers, his hand on his hips, flicking the few dry enough strands off his face the salty breeze kept playing with.

Steve rested his gaze on Billy’s jawline, the unshaven stubble, his tight surfer’s physique, the blond curls that lay between his shoulder blades. He smiled at the back of Billy’s pink tank top that had three check boxes with ‘Naughty’, ‘Nice’ and ‘I tried’ as options and the last being checked, of course. It was so Billy. The thought of him not minding getting naughty with Billy crossed Steve’s mind—and he quickly brushed it away, still not sure if it would ever even be possible.

“I could use help with my back, though. With the sunscreen, I mean,” Steve said, wanting Billy to turn his attention to him.

Billy looked at him and smiled, reaching out his hand for the bottle. “Sure.”

Steve turned his back to Billy, feeling his heartbeat quickening. The lotion was cool on his back, but Billy’s hand was warm and sure with its movements. Rubbing the lotion on his shoulders, his neck, between his shoulder blades. When he moved his hand on Steve’s lower back, he brushed Steve’s side just a little—just enough.

“Ack! Not there!” Steve squealed—like a girl—and pulled away from Billy’s immediate reach.

Billy laughed. “Ticklish?”

“You have no idea,” Steve huffed with a laugh.

“I try to stay in my lane,” Billy said, amused.

But of course he did it again on the other side.

Steve couldn’t really be angry at him, though. Because having Billy touch him like this, innocently, was the best thing ever. “Please, just don’t do that again,” he pleaded.

Suddenly, Billy’s voice was right behind his ear. “Just making sure I know your weak spots,” he said with a deep voice.

Steve could hear the grin on Billy’s face and he glanced over his shoulder, not at all surprised to see it there. “Right,” he huffed, but without conviction.

Billy smiled as he memorized the location of each beauty mark on Steve’s back and finished spreading the lotion. “Here,” he said, giving the lotion back to Steve, and lifted his legs back on his own deck chair, hiding eyes behind his sunglasses. “I try not to use my knowledge against you later.”

“I should hope so, because then I’d have to learn your weak spots,” Steve shot back playfully. And you have no idea how much I want you to do that, he thought.

The wind had picked up and surfers were tackling the waves, slicing through the water with ease. Suddenly, one of them took a dramatic tumble into the froth.

“Ooh,” Billy chuckled, pointing to the surfer. “Bet he didn’t see that backwash coming.”

“I’m so glad I’m here instead of there,” Steve said, nodding.

“Aw, come on, you weren’t that bad,” Billy replied, nudging him playfully. “You’ll get the hang of it. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” Steve asked with a playful arch of his eyebrow.

“Depends entirely on your perspective,” Billy quipped.

They shared a laugh, the kind that made Billy’s chest feel lighter. It was this easy banter, the way they could volley conversation back and forth without missing a beat, that Billy cherished about their friendship. And right underneath it, the undeniable current that pulled him towards Steve.

“Well, at least there’s one thing that can be more unpredictable than the sea,” Billy ventured after a while of comfortable silence.

Steve turned his head to look at him. “What’s that?”

“Relationships,” Billy said, nodding and looking into the distance.

“Mmh,” Steve let out in agreement. He was quiet for a while before speaking again. “Speaking from experience?”

“Sort of,” Billy admitted, looking away from Steve. “Just thinking out loud. They say the best ones are built on friendship, right?”

“Suppose so,” Steve murmured, his gaze drifting back to the sea.

For a moment, Billy hesitated, wondering if he’d steered their conversation too far into the unknown. He watched a seagull swoop down, its wings skimming the surface of the water. The bird had the right idea—dive in for what you want.

“Anyway, friendships are great too,” he continued, his voice laced with a hint of something more, like a secret hidden in plain sight. They’d reconnected mere months ago, but it felt like they had been friends for far longer. Even though they’d never been friends before becoming roommates. “You know, like the one we’ve got.”

“Absolutely,” Steve agreed, his face breaking into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We’re lucky.”

“Definitely,” Billy echoed, his heart sinking and soaring all at once. His insides were screaming for him to say what he really felt, to take a chance and see where it could lead. But his heart was caught in the web of fear, afraid of risking their perfect friendship. He was torn between two desires, unsure of which one would ultimately win out. Still, he felt he needed to keep talking, to at least release some of the churning of his mind. “Ever been so into someone you didn’t see the heartbreak coming?”

Steve turned to look at Billy, curious if he’d finally hear about the heartbreak that had forced Billy to look for a roommate in the first place. “Can’t say that I have.”

Billy fiddled with the hem of his tank top. “Like with Rob,” he elaborated. “I thought we were in it together, but he was just doing his own thing all along.”

“Rob the artist?” Steve asked gently.

“That’s the one.” Billy looked away for a while, his jaw clenching, until he quickly ran his hand over his cheek, sniffling, and turned to look back to the sea. “Gave him plenty of chances, always thinking I’d mean him more than his art. Turned out he had only one mistress and it was an empty canvas.”

Steve felt anger surging inside him. The guy had hurt Billy so badly that he was still tearing up about it. Steve wanted to have a long chat with the guy. With his fists. “Sorry, man,” he said, his voice low. “That’s rough.”

“Scared the hell out of me,” Billy admitted. “Makes you wonder if it’s worth getting back out there, you know?”

“Hey,” Steve reached out, patting Billy’s shoulder gently. “It won’t be like that next time.” If I have any say in that, he wanted to continue.

Billy smiled weakly. “Assuming anyone wants me anymore.”

“But you’ve been on dates, haven’t you? What about the…uh…Jason?”

Billy let out a half-hearted laugh. “Yeah, well…Sometimes everything is there, but the spark is missing.”

“Oh. Um, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. There are bigger fish in the sea,” Billy said, turning to look at Steve with a gaze that spoke volumes.

Steve looked away, feeling his cheeks heating.

+ + +

The evening sun dipped low, casting a golden sheen over the bungalow as Billy and Steve entered the cozy kitchen, still shedding sand from their day at the beach. Billy tossed a dishtowel to Steve, who caught it with an easy grin.

“Alright, so what’s the plan, chef?” Steve asked, leaning against the counter, his dark brown hair tousled after not bothering to blow dry it after swimming.

Billy opened the fridge and scanned the contents. “How about spaghetti? Can’t mess that up, right?” He flashed a confident smile, because pasta was, in fact, one of the few dishes he managed with ease.

“Spaghetti it is,” Steve agreed.

Billy set a pot of water on the stove and turned to find the pasta. When his eyes landed on Steve, who was looking back at him, attentive and patient, Billy’s earlier vulnerability dissolved. There was something in the way Steve had listened to him, the quiet understanding in his gaze that had stirred a warmth within Billy—a feeling both terrifying and tantalizing.

“Here,” Steve said, breaking into his thoughts as he handed over the box of spaghetti. Their fingers brushed, sending an unexpected jolt through Billy’s skin. For a moment, neither moved, suspended in the simple touch that seemed to charge the air between them.

“Thanks,” Billy murmured, taking the pasta and focusing on the task at hand.

They worked side by side, Billy manning the boiling pot while Steve chopped garlic with a concentration that was endearing. But when Billy reached for the salt, his elbow knocked over the olive oil, sending it skidding across the counter.

“Whoa!” Steve lunged to catch it, only to bump into Billy, which resulted in both of them stumbling as the bottle spun like a dancer before coming to a stop at the edge—unscathed.

“Safe!” Billy exclaimed, laughing and slamming his hand on the bottle to keep it on the counter.

“Teamwork,” Steve chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“More like slapstick routine if you ask me,” Billy quipped, heart racing not from the save, but from the closeness that lingered between them.

Their chaotic two-chef cooking didn’t really improve after that either. Steve accidentally flung the plastic box with the chopped parsley into the air while attempting an exaggerated chef’s flip with the onions, eliciting a snort from Billy, who splashed a generous amount of the sauce onto the stove top as he stirred.

“Careful with those. They’re supposed to go into the sauce, not everywhere else,” Billy teased, watching as Steve tried to rescue the stray herbs.

“Hey, at least my cooking is entertaining,” Steve retorted, grinning.

‘Entertaining’ was an understatement. Tomato sauce ended up on Steve’s cheek, which Billy wiped away with a thumb, a silent tension crackling in the brief touch. The hilarity of their dinner preparation dissolved into a softness, a shared laughter that filled the room with more than just the aroma of their makeshift Italian feast.

“Alright, let’s see if this tastes as chaotic as cooking it was,” Billy said, finally serving them two steaming plates of spaghetti.

“Here’s to us,” Steve raised his beer, “masters of culinary disasters.”

“To us,” Billy echoed, clinking his beer against Steve’s.

+ + +

Later, the plates laid abandoned on the table, casualties of a dinner well-enjoyed, as Billy and Steve lounged on the sofa with beers.

“Man, I haven’t laughed like that in ages,” Billy said.

Steve turned to look at Billy, really look at him. Billy’s eyes reflected the soft glow of the table lamp, freckles dancing across his cheeks with his grin. Steve could drown in those blues and never regret it. “Me neither,” he replied. He brushed a hand through his hair, the humor in his expression giving way to contemplation. “You know, all this…it got me thinking.”

Billy shifted in his seat to face Steve. “About what?” he asked.

Steve looked at the beer bottle in his hand, suddenly very much interested in it. “Future stuff. Dreams, you know?” he said quietly. “Like, what do we really want out of life?”

Billy nodded thoughtfully, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Happiness, I guess,” he replied. “The real kind, not just fleeting moments.” He paused, picking at a loose thread. “But that can be kinda scary to chase after.”

“Scary how?” Steve’s voice was gentle, inviting.

“Because what if you go after it, and it doesn’t work out?” Billy’s gaze met Steve’s, seeking an understanding he hoped to find.

“True,” Steve conceded. “But isn’t it scarier not to try?”

“Maybe,” Billy sighed, “I just don’t want to end up alone, you know?”

“Nobody does. But hey, you’ve got me,” Steve offered with a small smile. “And I’m pretty sure we’re both too charming to end up alone.”

“Charming, huh?” Billy chuckled. “I have to admit that your performance throughout the day, first on the board and now in the kitchen, were kind of endearing. I guess that could be called charming,” he continued with a smirk.

“Hey! Well, okay,” Steve said, mock-offended, “I might’ve not been on top of my game today. But isn’t it so that you always have to leave room for improvement?” he retorted with a lopsided grin.

They laughed and then fell into a comfortable silence, letting the sound of distant waves fill the space between confessions and contemplations.

The thought of wanting to make the first move had lingered in Steve’s mind throughout the day. After this talk, he felt the need to do it even more. Billy was sitting just an arm’s reach away, already facing him, and what Steve could read between the lines was that Billy probably wouldn’t mind. He tried to think for an opening, how to present the idea without just lunging at Billy’s lips—as he would’ve wanted to do.

He was just about to open his mouth when the phone rang in the kitchen and broke the vulnerable moment. They looked at each other.

Neither of them moved, and Steve hoped the caller would’ve been less insistent to reach either them, but the phone kept insistently ringing.

“It’s your turn,” Steve said.

Billy gave him the stink eye and got up, groaning. “God, I’m so full,” he muttered on the way.

Steve took a sip of his beer, feigning interest in the label of his beer bottle, but his ears pricked up, tuned to Billy’s side of the conversation.

“Oh, hey, Rob,” Billy’s voice was casual, guarded, each word measured when he answered the phone. “’s been a while,” he said cautiously. A pause and then, “Gallery opening? Saturday?”

Steve could picture the furrow in his brow, the way he’d chew the inside of his cheek when weighing his options.

“Yeah, I remember you mentioning it. I don’t know...” Billy hesitated. After a while, he sighed heavily.

Steve wanted to turn around, to read Billy’s expression, but he didn’t dare. Instead, he focused on the absurdity of his own heartbeat, racing as if he’d been caught eavesdropping on classified state secrets rather than a simple phone call.

“Everyone who’s anyone...” Billy said, a note of sarcasm threading through his tone.

Steve’s shoulders tensed at the implication; the San Diego social scene never held much appeal for Billy, with or without Rob’s self-aggrandizing presence.

“Sure. I’ll think about it.” Billy’s words were noncommittal, but they struck Steve like a gavel, final and condemning.

“Can’t wait, huh? Right.” A chuckle, but there was no humor in it—just a hollow echo of someone trying to navigate through their past attachments.

Steve turned then, under the guise of putting his bottle onto the coffee table and reaching out for the remote, but he caught a glimpse of Billy—his hair cascading around a face that battled between longing and resolve. Steve felt the unmistakable pang of jealousy, sharp and unbidden.

He knew he should feel silly, like a character in one of those cliché romantic films where hearing only half of the phone discussion would snowball into heartache. But his feelings for Billy weren’t a plot point; they were as real as the disappointment now etching itself into his chest.

“Fine,” Billy said, sounding as if he was giving in to Rob’s invitation.

Steve’s heart plummeted. The way Billy’s voice softened now, how it had done just moments ago on this very couch, too—it felt wrong. It wasn’t meant for Rob. Not anymore.

The click of the phone being placed back on its cradle seemed deafening as silence reclaimed the small bungalow.

But as Billy’s sigh reached Steve’s ears—a sound of resignation or perhaps anticipation—his resolve wavered. He knew it was stupid to eavesdrop on Billy’s call and then hope that he would just magically forget his past and already move on—to him, preferably.

It made his chest tighten—the fear that Billy might still harbor feelings for the very person who’d turned his world upside down.

“Sounds like you’ve got plans for Saturday,” Steve ventured, trying to keep his tone light, teasing even. “Fancy event, huh?”

“’s nothing,” Billy replied too quickly, brushing off the question. “Just an art thing.”

“Right, an art thing,” Steve echoed, nodding, the words tasting like vinegar on his tongue. His insides churned with unsaid confessions he now knew he should’ve said when he had the chance. “You know, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I mean, since he’s the one who…you know.”

“I know, I know,” Billy said shortly, carding his fingers through his hair. “Hey, um…I think I’ll turn in for the night. Dinner was good,” Billy said with a small smile and left for his room without further explanations. A moment later the door closed behind him with a louder slam than normally.

Steve was left sitting alone on the couch with the remote in his hand, his insides churning with a single question; Would Billy go back to Rob, given the chance?

+ + +

Billy crawled to his bed, burying his face in his pillow. Everything had started finally to look better and then, of course, Rob had to call, shattering the house of cards of his inner world he’d just managed to put together.

He seriously considered Steve’s suggestion of just not going.

Only if it was that easy.

It wasn’t for just a show that Billy had given Rob so many chances. Rob had been the love of his life, the one who helped him to become who he was. Rob couldn’t handle money even on a good day, leaving the heavy lifting in everything to Billy—but he always made Billy feel special, that he mattered. Even if it turned out to be a lie in the end.

And even though Billy knew he should stay away, there was the small voice inside him that insisted on what if…

Steve was still a question mark and yes, Rob had painted a lot of those artworks inspired by him. Or at least he’d said so.

“Please come, for old times’ sake, if nothing else,” Rob had said.

The mere idea of stepping foot into that gallery, a world drenched in Rob’s self-importance, left a bitter taste in his mouth. Yet, the memory of Rob’s laugh, disarmingly charming even over the phone, tugged at the corners of Billy’s resolve.

The memory of their shared history played behind his eyelids. The laughs, the joys—the artistic inspiration he’d offered Rob on many late nights in his studio…

He knew he should close that chapter in his life and move on to a new one. But curiosity and regret were a siren’s song, and he knew all too well the peril of dancing to their tune.

Yet, there they were, with the what-ifs and might-have-beens whispering in the back of his mind, as treacherous as ever.