#and again not needing it yet and even if it is spreading and worsening my symptoms are mostly well managed still

[raeathnos]

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[reshinless]

──── on your knees now

𝜗𝜚 synopsis. childhood frenemies w benefits w bladie (kinda)

𝜗𝜚 pairings. blade x gn!afab!reader (take this however you want. cuz this has pussy eating, you can imagine it as ass instead tho :P. + masturbation from blade' s side), !!nsfw content ahead!!

𝜗𝜚 director's notice. old draft on my old blog (plus rewrote a lot of the stuff) again lol

𝜗𝜚 word count. 800+ !!

blade who's so in love with you, he hates it so much. nothing he's more hungry for. all this time he's been so against you, especially when you both joined the stellaron hunters, his addiction to you got even worse

blade who spread the precum of his cock down onto its base, this hasn't felt more pleasureable. why does he feel like this .. thinking of you?

blade who can't help but let out small moans of your name, biting his shirt just to keep himself quiet, as he stroked his cock slowly, his movements only get faster when he can imagine you sliding down slowly onto his cock, only getting turned on more by his imagination

oh.. the sight of seeing your hole sink down onto his cock.. he gasped as he slowly stroked his length back up. blade whose cock feels so sensitive, thinking about you riding him so slowly and sensually.

ahh even right now, your legs spread wide open and thighs squeezing his face close to your scent. the way blade's lengthy tongue would kiss your velvety walls, you can't help but clench down on it.

even more so when he gets you to come over and over again, letting it all squirt on his tongue, gladly lapping up whatever he could get. blade eats you out like a starved man, one who hasn't ate in years.

letting you sit on his face, your hands in his hair as he only fastened his pace inside you. blade who just can't help but stroke his dick, watching your expression only turned him on all the more.

it's only when he finishes with you, warm semen landing on his own stomach as you came into his mouth. only now is when blade would hold you down with his calloused hands, your thighs in his hold, making sure you wouldn't get off just yet.. no he needed everything.

to put you into a mating press like this just after fulfilling another one of his fantasies shittt he was hard again. gladly pumping his dick down into you, the warm feeling on his cock felt great, and getting to see how good he made you feel, hearing every little sound, every little moan, every arch, every breathy whisper of his name, he felt like he could fuck you forever.

moon shaped marks left on your hips as he held you rough and close, blade couldn't help but lean down, and kiss you, but it was a lot more gentle and soft, in contrast to his unrestrained strikes to your stomach, the mark only getting clearer.

the bulge in your stomach could only worsen, as he whispered into your ear, lust clear in his tone, "so good right? so good you won't let anyone else fuck you like i do right?" blade's possessive side could only get gradually worse

blade who grinds into your g-spot, letting you see how good he treats you after what seems like your 5th climax, still so sensitive, you couldn't do anything but let out whimpers of pleasure,

blade who makes sure you look into the mirror in front of you both while sitting on the edge of the bed, one of his hand on your waist, and the other on your jaw, making you face your reflection

but blade who makes sure to hold your hand throughout everything because it's a habit he's had ever since you both were kids, even when you both hated each other, whenever other tried to hit on you, his hand was already intertwined with yours, and ready to defend you against the catcaller

blade's possessive side which wouldn't allow himself to let anyone else see you so vulnerable like this, but at the same time only got more turned on from the thought of fucking while on the astral express. or wherever you can imagine

blade who makes you sit on his face, knowing how stressed you must be after claiming another stellaron by his side. not even needing words, you already knew what he meant when he led you to another room

blade who loves to see the way you rock back and forth while you take it from behind, watching how he slowly sinks into you, only to quicken the pace right after observing such a sight.

but also blade's aftercare game is insanely good, i don't see him treating you bad at all. in fact is a lot more gentle, and talks in a softer tone while spooning you

blade's aftercare game so good he always makes sure that you're okay with what you both have been doing (i don't see any character in-game allowing non-con personally)

blade who still won't admit he loves you, but he does, and like the saying goes, actions speak louder than words.

[dovesdreaming]

Omg thank god you accept Ben Florian requests you’re my favorite writer lol

I was wondering if you could write Ben Florian x female reader and Ben has been really stressed and caught up with paperwork, meetings and such so he’s been getting less sleep and hanging out with reader a bit less, and the reader usually stays with Ben from time to time in his room so whenever he gets back super late she gets really worried about him because it’s becoming a pattern, but like the reader is super understanding that he has king stuff to attend to but she gets worried so like she goes in his office super late to check on him and bring him a snack or a drink or such and she just gives him like a shoulder massage or helps him organize papers and then like another night she comes in late and she finds him asleep and so she brings him back to his room and he promises to start taking care of himself before his king duties.

Also I am so sorry about all the details, feel free to change anything however you would like, and ofc don’t feel pressured to write this I was just wondering if you could 😊

❦you’re all I need❦

Hi thank you for your request it was so fun to write and the details were perfect! I hope you enjoy reading <3

Note: I am slowly working my way through requests from all fandoms and I’m sorry if yours is taking a while I promise I will get to it!! And thank you for everyone’s support I just reached 1k likes <3

Warnings: none

The work just kept piling up on top of each other with paper work scattered all over bens desk and a meeting nearly everyday. He was getting more and more worn out, being a king was taking a massive toll on him and his body. You saw how Ben slowly unraveled, how he went from being put together to forgetful and stressed. He was never able to fully relax even when he was away from his work.

You first noticed the toll it was taking on Ben when he returned. to his room later than usual. You and Ben stayed together in his room and he always came back around the same time every night. After opening the door he would spread his arms wide which you would be ready to run into for your favourite part of your day. His big hug. You would spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking to each other with many jokes shared, yet none of this happened that day. He returned to his room well after the sun had set, Auradon now cast in darkness as he entered the room not expecting you to be awake as it was well past when you usually feel asleep together. You were sat under the covers in your bed waiting for his return, you had nervously bitten your nails while trying to focus on the book in front of you but your mind wasn’t able to focus as it kept drifting to worries of why Ben hadn’t returned yet. When you heard the door finally open your heart quickened as you knew you would finally see Ben again yet you were not met with the same excitement. Instead Ben was unusually quiet as he took off his shoes and jacket keeping his eyes trained to the ground. You were stunned into silence and didn’t know how to react as Ben had never acted like this before. You didn’t know what was wrong and how you could fix it. Before you could even speak he turned off the lights and climbed into bed next to you only giving your hand a small squeeze before he turned over to sleep, not cuddling up to you like usual. A deep feeling panged inside your heart and nerves ate away at your stomach. You stayed in an upright position before stiffly lying on your back willing yourself to sleep.

When you awoke Ben had already left without him waking you and leaving you with a goodbye kiss like normal. This only worsened the concern you felt for him and your relationship.

Many days had passed exactly like this, it became your new routine and it ate away at all your mind space, you were unable to think about anything else. Did Ben not love you anymore? Was he seeing someone else? No Ben wasn’t like that but you just couldn’t figure out why he was being so distant, you wanted him to open up to you but you never got a chance to speak to him about it as you never saw him anymore. He came back late every night and left before you woke up in the morning, you needed to take action.

You decided to visit Ben at his office, something you rarely did as you didn’t want to disturb anything important and what you find answered many of your questions. After gently knocking on the door and getting no response you slowly creaked it open and peered inside. Many coffee cups were scattered around surfaces and papers that looked important lay anywhere there was space with no organisation in sight. Worst of all you saw Ben asleep in a hunched over position at his desk. When you slowly tried to wake him up he scrambled up and immediately sprung into action before he saw it was you. His face dropped along with his eyes before he quietly murmured “what are you doing here?”. As you gazed around the office more and spotted just why Ben had been distant you looked back to Ben and softened your eyes before slowly moving and cradling him in your arms. You could feel all his stress in the tension in his muscles before he slowly allowed himself to wrap his arms around you and feel slightly relaxed for the first time in weeks.

When you parted Bens feelings of guilt only deepen when looking at the concern in your eyes for him. He took both your hands into his, squeezing them before he started to explain how the duties he had as king started to pile up on top of him and he felt as though he couldn’t gain control over them. You comforted him and gave him time to fully explain just what was going on before you offered your assistance. You spent the next few days helping Ben tidy his office and put order back into the documents. You tidied the accumulated rubbish in his room and helped him plan a schedule so that he could manage everything without becoming burnt out again.

When everything was back to normal he couldn’t be more grateful to you. He also couldn’t be more sorry, he never stopped apologising and would do anything to make it up to you. You only made him promise that in the future he would communicate what was wrong with him so that you didn’t end up in another situation like this. Ben hadn’t realised how much he had missed you and your touch. Being in your presence made him feel alright again and he never wanted to leave your side. You’re all he needed.

That night everything returned back to routine. Ben and you arrived back at your room hand in hand and shared many kisses and cuddles throughout the night before finally drifting off to sleep wrapped securely in each others arm, both of you feeling completely at peace for the first time in weeks. You both slept soundly knowing better days were ahead of you now.

Thank you for reading! ❤️

[meaningofaeons]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ unbearable

⊹ character(s) - sampo koski ⊹ word count - 1.7k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, angsty, hurt/comfort?? possibly slightly ooc sampo sorry </3, unedited

ugh I rlly couldn't help myself making my first work on this account sampo (tho I really did consider svarog LMAO he's grown on me a lot) but I hope you all like!! this is like. my redebut onto tumblr writing hehe ^w^

Surely, there couldn't be a more unbearable man on this planet — no, maybe in the entire universe — than Sampo Koski.

Perhaps he had his good sides, though, you would find yourself musing every once in a while.

Sure, he was a filthy conman, always tunnel-visioned on his next profit. Not much consideration for strangers aside from their pockets, not to mention that terrible habit of his to spam anyone whose contact he could get his hands on with scam ads and malware links he was paid a pretty sum to spread. Even his own 'friends' wouldn't be spared from his constant phishing attempts.

Maybe he did get a bit too reckless if the job was especially large, especially profitable, and maybe he did sometimes ditch just before the bill at a restaurant would arrive, and maybe he did piss off a group of automatons, causing them to chase you two to the edge of town until —

You sighed irritably, pinching your temple as you tried to refocus your thoughts.

In spite of all that, Sampo did have his benefits, you surmised.

He had ended up dropping in at just the right time during that automaton chase, even though you'd assumed mere moments earlier that his disappearance from your side meant he had run for the hills and left you behind. You avoided a lot worse injuries thanks to him that day.

And yeah, he did stop that miner from scamming you out of a good chunk of your paycheck that one time — albeit at the cost of another group of naïve victims who he led the man directly to. 'The only one who can swindle you out of all your pocket money is me!' he had claimed, and promptly received a beating over the head.

But once you opened your eyes again, beholding the sight of Sampo Koski sat on his knees before you in shame, twiddling his thumbs as he glanced to the side with a guilty smile...

You weren't quite sure his positive aspects could completely abate your wrath.

On this very day, the man before you had asked you to come with him to Rivet Town to assist with a 'very important business discussion'. You, foolishly, decided to trust him again.

'Give him the benefit of the doubt,' you'd thought. 'Maybe this time it's actually something honest. Maybe this'll really help him.'

Rather than a discussion, though, the foxlike man had instead led you right to a large group of automatons.

'It'll be fine,' he'd said, shrugging. 'Just need some scrap metal for a client! It's technically still a business discussion, we're just discussing with our weapons rather than our mouths!'

So he'd left you to dismantle the automaton pile, until another group of very much active robots had spotted you two and barreled towards you for vengeance.

The man hadn't even noticed in your collective fleeing that one of the bots had managed a sizable gash on your leg, hindering your escape until the two of you finally stumbled back into town.

Of course, the filthy scammer escaped unscathed himself.

Just recalling the incident sent you into further distress as the pain ached in your leg — you hadn't bothered to get it treated by Natasha yet, too focused on giving your 'business partner' a piece of your mind as soon as possible.

Sampo didn't dare speak a word himself. Your stormy expression was enough for him to keep his trap shut tight, too afraid of your mood to risk worsening it.

He had really done it with his latest stunt — a little 'prank gone wrong', as he put it, until he saw just how upset you were — and he knew it, too.

"I just..." Green eyes immediately shot over towards you as you began to speak, but your words only cut off into a heavy sigh, leading you to slump into a chair in the corner of your dingy apartment. Seeing you kneading your forehead with a look of exhaustion more so than anything else, the sly man took his chances with a conversation.

"L-Like I said, Y/N, it was all in good fun!" he laughed anxiously, feeling his palms begin to sweat. "I wasn't actually going to leave you to get all the parts by yourself, or ditch you when the bots came running, or anything —"

"Quiet."

Your voice shut him up once again.

Sampo was exceedingly nervous today. Usually, you'd just get angry with him, expression twisting into that cute, flushed pout that he'd gotten so fond of.

You'd hit him over the head, scold him loudly, drag him by the ear... but you were never silently angry. Not like this.

"Does it really make you happy?" your voice echoed through the room at last, your face still hidden beneath your exasperated hands. "Is it really that fun? Are you getting a good laugh at my expense?"

Sampo's smile, though nervous, fell.

"You know, Sampo Koski," His spine straightened at his full name being used, rare shame filling his cheeks. He felt like he was being scolded like a toddler. "You always pull something or other over me. Usually, it's bearable. But it's gotten to be too much."

"Y-Y/N —"

"I choose to offer you my trust in so many ways, and you just...!" Your hands clutched onto your hair in complete vexation. "You always take advantage of it! Always! Even when I try to help you, or give you the benefit of the doubt, try to convince myself you're being honest for once!"

You peered through your fingers at him with one eye.

"I can count on two hands the amount of times you've shockingly come through for me, and yet, I don't even have enough hairs on my head to equal the amount of times you've swindled or betrayed me! This is the last straw, Sampo Koski!"

"Y/N, l-listen —"

"I'm going to Nat's."

His mouth fell agape as you just got up and began walking towards the door as you'd said.

"Wait!"

"What?" you sneered as the man half-rose to his feet, frozen by your glare. "Worried that I'll tattle to her and you'll get another earful to ignore? Don't worry. She knows that every injury I get is your doing, so she's going to find out one way or another."

"...Injury?" Sampo asked, dumbfounded. You raised a brow, thoroughly ticked as you turned and walked away again.

It was then that he noticed the blood soaking your pants, the torn material of your clothes sticking uncomfortably to the gnashed skin. Your limp was more pronounced than he'd like to admit, considering he clearly hadn't noticed it prior to now.

The door slamming brought the man back to his senses, and he immediately pursued you, grabbing onto your wrist before you could make it ten steps away from your home.

"Let go, Sampo! While I'm still being nice!"

"I'm sorry!"

"I don't want to hear it! I —" Upon processing his words, you turned, a look of mild horror washing over your features as you raised a brow again. "...Eh?"

Sure enough, the Sampo Koski had just said the words 'I'm sorry' in a tone that sounded more genuine than anything he'd ever pushed past his lips — that is, if his souring expression was anything to go by.

He'd never said that to you before, not in the several incidents before this, so you certainly hadn't expected it now.

He looked gutted.

"I should've — I shouldn't've — Urgh..." Sampo scratched the back of his neck. You narrowed your eyes.

"Don't tell me this is just you being too afraid of Nat to let me get treated by her."

"No, no, listen," he waved his hands around wildly. "I'm... sure, I'm afraid of Miss Natasha, plenty afraid, in fact! But... being real honest, I'm way more afraid of you walking out on me for good."

His head bowed, and he looked completely downtrodden at this point.

"Y-You've been better to me than most, and I guess... I don't know. I just thought you'd always be there, sorta... Which was wrong of me to assume!" Sampo's speech was jumping all over the place as he hastily attempted to keep your attention, worried a single wrong word would send you walking away again. "Very wrong! I took advantage of ya a lot, and... Well, I'm sorry."

You stood there in silence for a good, long while.

It was plenty of time to make even Sampo nervous. You couldn't deny reveling in the way his fingers twitched anxiously, his eyes darting to you and back to the floor as he awaited your response — or lack of one — to his apology.

Finally, you sighed again. A very long, drawn-out, wrongdoing-emphasizing sigh.

"Well, I assume you can't promise that this will never happen again."

"Heheh... Well, if we're being really, really honest..." he simpered, not meeting your eye. "I can at least promise that I'll never let you get hurt on my watch again, though! Not ever! Koski's honor!"

The comical way he put a fist to his chest, as though mimicking a Silvermane Guard, put a reluctant smile on your face. Finally, you snorted out a laugh, bringing his infamous smile back again as well. This time, however, it was more relieved than mischievous.

"I really hate you sometimes," you murmured, pulling him into a hug as you buried your face in his shoulder. "But I'll let it slide. Last time, Sampo Koski. Don't you mess up again."

"I won't!" he shouted, perhaps a bit too eager. Still-shaky hands found your figure as he gently returned your embrace, something a bit more tender in his eyes when you pulled away. "I won't."

"Fine."

"Now, then, why don't we mosey back on into your house and get that leg patched up, eh?"

"Sorry, Mr. Koski," you teased, folding your hands behind your back as you continued your trek towards Natasha's clinic. "As much as we just shared a heartfelt moment of emotional growth, I don't trust your shoddy patchwork first-aid, not for something that hurts this bad. You'll just have to deal."

Sampo trailed after you like a puppy, rubbing his hands together like the shady businessman he was, familiar swindling smirk back already — though it grew more anxious by the minute as you neared Natasha's.

"Ah, come on! Can't we work out a deal? A bargain?! I said I won't let you get hurt again! We're both reasonable people, right...?"

"Y/N...? Y/N, come on!"

[shescallinmedaddy]

too much.

kit walker x f!reader .

warnings - smut, dirty talk, cursing, cunnilingus, fingering, lmk if im missing any.

wanna write something inspired off the first scene with him and alma??? i had to get something out for my baby daddy. but send in some requests cause writers block.

word count - 684 .

it was as if kit couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough once he returned home, barely even getting out a hello before his lips were on yours. his sense of urgency seeming to leave once his palms were finally on your bare skin. while at first they rub up and down your waist, they soon still opting to back you up into the dining room table. kits lips separate from yours before his palms trail to the back of your thighs before lifting you onto said dining room table, and gently pressing your back onto the cool wooden surface. spreading your legs, and slotting himself in between them he just looks down adoringly at you as his hands begin to explore your body as if there’s an inch he hasn’t explored yet.

“you’re fucking gorgeous, darlin’.” kit mutters, before his lips meet your again,

his lips are soon trailing to your jaw, before leaving marks for him to admire later on your neck. and while he’d love to tease you longer as he usually does, he finds his sense of urgency returning once again. so his lips trail lower and lower, skipping where you need him most and instead littering your thighs in kisses and marks. soon his breath is fanning over you clit, while he looks up at you with a lustful eyes, and bites his lip.

“stop teasing, kit” you complain and pout to him.

“oh darlin’, don't worry,” he starts, laying a kiss to your clit, “you’ll be begging me to stop.”

once the words leave his lips, he’s licking a bold stripe from your hole to your clit with a moan leaving his mouth before diving in like a man starved. lapping at the juices your cunt offered him as if it was some sort of refreshment. you find your fingers tangling into his hair at the pleasure his tongue gives you, and the tug you give makes kit release a groan which vibrates through you making the pleasure of his tongue all that much better. you tugging at kits hair also does nothing but egg him on.

his lips soon wrapping around your clit, and his fingers prodding at your entrance. he gently eases his two fingers into your cunt, until finally slipping them all the way into you. at the way your thighs try to tighten around his head and his wrist, he uses his free hand to give his wrist just enough space to thrust into your cunt.

his fingers plunging into your cunt and his tongue lapping at your clit making you a panting moaning mess, making kit nothing less than euphoric as he can feel the damp spot in his boxers worsening. you cant help but huck your hips to get more, more of his mouth, more of his fingers, more of him. you thighs once again threatening to close around his head, he adjust his wrists so he can still thrust his fingers into you and feel your plush thighs around his head.

“fuck, feels so good, k-kit” you stutter out, yanking at his hair.

kit can't help but speed up had ministrations at your confession, and with his free hand no longer keeping your thighs spread, he begins to palm himself through his work jumper. his fingers curling in to you to hit the perfect spot, his tongue lapping at your clit with some sort of need, nearly pushing you over the edge.

“gonna cum for me, darlin’?” kit questions seductively, immediately returning to his prior actions.

you feel your thighs tightening even more, and your back arching off the table at the question before you’re giving him exactly what he wants with a string of curses leaving your lips. but even once you do, his fingers don't slow and neither does his tongue, and you find yourself yanking at his scalp at the overstimulation.

“s’too much b-baby” you finally manage to get out, trying to push him away from you.

at first he just shakes his head from between your thighs before muttering, “baby, you’re gonna take whatever i give you.”

a/n : i kinda hate this but idk lmk what you think

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Tail

Moceit (Patton x Janus) Hypnovember 2020 Day Fourteen: Tail Warnings: hypnosis, pet play, plugs, barking, blowjobs, humping, crying

Though Janus's eyes look as though they're focused on the TV in front of him, he's truthfully staring at Patton in his peripheral. As some generic host drones on and on on the screen, Janus pats his hand against his thigh, mostly just a subconscious action. 

He'd been doing it for the past few minutes, but had only recently realized Patton was staring at him. Staring at his hand. 

He was doing it noticeably, too, head turned fully to look at Janus. While Janus was good at being subtle, Patton absolutely was not, and so Janus seized the opportunity to observe his strange behavior. Patton was the one who'd turned this (otherwise uninteresting) show on; why would he pay more attention to Janus's hand than an engaging television series? 

Finally, as the show goes to commercial, Janus turns to Patton, who's face flushes as his eyes dart up to meet Janus's. 

"Oh!" Patton exclaims, as though he's been caught doing something he's not supposed to, despite Janus having said naught. "Sorry." 

Janus raises an eyebrow. "For what?" 

That has Patton closing his lips immediately, and turning to look at the television. He shrugs instead of answering, but that only furthers Janus's curiosity. As Janus hits his palm against his thigh again, Patton's head is immediately whipping towards him once more. 

That has Janus humming in amusement. "Do you want to sit on my lap or something?" 

His playful comment only worsens Patton's flush, who stammers over an answer before his hands come to play with the sleeves of his cardigan. Patton reacts like Janus patting his lap is an invitation, in such a way that Janus equates him to a cute puppy, though that though additionally stems from just how embarrassed Patton seems to be at his own actions, like they're involuntary. 

Janus doesn't even bother to hide his amusement, a grin spreading across his face. After a few moments of Patton's flustered silence, Janus playfully murmurs "you know, typically, when someone asks a question, they expect an answer."

"Sorry," Patton squeaks.

Janus chuckles. "Is your attention truly so easily captured by someone patting their thigh? How cute."

Patton stumbles in response, unsure how to answer. Luckily, Janus keeps talking, giving him little opportunity to respond.

"Patting your lap is commonly how one would get the attention of some yappy little puppy! Patting at their thighs, baby talking the thing." Janus hums, glancing at the television, before looking back at Patton. "Honestly, if there was a cute little dog around, I'd be a lot more entertained with it than with whatever's on TV right now."

Janus motions to the slop shining over their screen.

"Neither of us are paying much attention to it, anyway."

In order to emphasize this point, Janus softly drums on his thighs with the palms of his hands, this time directly staring at Patton. Teasingly, Janus asks "what urges are plaguing your mind right now, love?" smirking slightly, he's quick to add "and would you like to act on them?"

He's overly confident in his words, despite the fact it's stemming from a rather intense bit of speculation, considering Patton hasn't implied in the slightest he'd be willing to do something so forward.

And admittedly, Patton's initial response has Janus briefly doubting his assumption, wondering if he perhaps overstepped. He's staring at Janus, mouth agape, unsure where to focus his gaze, and so his eyes flicker nervously around the room.

And yet, rather surprisingly, Patton scoots closer after a few moments, pausing just short of Janus's thighs. It has Janus letting out a closed mouth chuckle, before he teasingly asks "do you need help, love?" already moving to slide his hands around Patton's waist, and with a bit of effort guide Patton onto his lap. Patton's hands quickly find and grasp Janus's shoulders, with his legs straddling Janus's thighs.

Janus's hands rub over Patton's pudgy stomach, before sliding up his sides. He cocks his head to the side, grinning at Patton. "Are you satisfied now?" he inquires, though his words are overly playful. "I could tell you'd been wanting to sit in my lap for the past fifteen minutes, at least."

Patton chews his inner cheek, before softly mumbling "yeah."

Janus lets out a pleased hum, continuing to rub over Patton's stiff body, before he murmurs "you're like a puppy." And when Patton perks up, overly interested in the comparison, Janus continues. "A dumb puppy," he clarifies, pushing his knuckles teasingly against Patton's temple, "who just wants to sit on his owner's lap, and be held. Do you want to be pet, too?"

Janus's hands stop their rubbing, awaiting Patton's answer.

But Patton just shifts his position on Janus's lap, avoiding eye contact as he replies "no! No, of course not. That's-" Patton bites his bottom lip, before taking in a deep breath, and turning to face Janus fully. "You're being silly. I think... I think I just want affection right now. Normal, standard affection."

Smile falling, Janus gives Patton a rather dramatic pout at the answer. "What a shame," he sighs, leaning back against the couch cushions; his hands are still on Patton's hips. "Having a puppy around to pet would entertain me quite a bit." Janus then bitterly flicks his wrist towards the TV. "Much more than whatever's on the tele."

"You can change the show if you don't like it," Patton quickly insists, but Janus just squeezes Patton's waist firmly in turn.

"There isn't any way I could possibly reach the remote now," Janus argues, though he holds Patton tight enough that Patton couldn't slide off of Janus even if he tried. "Besides, petting a puppy sounds way more fun than watching TV. And I'm lucky to have a rather cute puppy right in front of me! You are a cute puppy, right?"

Patton hides his face, attempting to obscure his bright red cheeks.

Janus ignores his embarrassment, and keeps speaking. "The main type of affection puppies receive is petting, love. It's the type of affection a puppy like you would crave. But... if you don't want that, that's fine by me."

Janus shrugs, and then shifts to get comfortable, before dropping his hands away from Patton's body.

He lets Patton just sit there for a moment, while Janus leans partially to the side in order to act like he's watching television, even though the show was in fact incredibly boring. However, Patton shifting around on his lap at the sudden loss of attention is anything but, and Janus has to bite back a grin when a whimper slips past Patton's lips.

"Fine," Patton finally says, rather meekly. He's playing with his fingers. "If... if you really want to, then I guess you can... I guess you can pet me."

He struggles to say it, but his eventual admission (and subtle shift of the blame from his own wants to Janus's) are incredibly cute, and so Janus lets it slide.

Leaning closer to Patton, Janus's hands plant themselves back on Patton's waist, and pets over his body a lot more sensually than before. His hands rub over Patton's ribs, around his back, and then over his waist. With his hands around Patton's midsection, Janus pulls Patton closer, until they're pressed chest-to-chest. Then, his hands are sliding down further, caressing his lower back and upper ass, before his palms circle around to Patton's spread thighs. 

Janus is confident with all of his touches, which further encourages Patton to avoid meeting Janus's eyes, even though he's very noticeably enjoying himself as Janus feels him up. And he lets himself be touched casually for a bit. That is, until Janus is leaning his head against Patton's soft chest, tilting his face upwards with knowing eyes. His hands still against Patton's legs, and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Whispering, Janus says "I know you like this, but... I have a feeling you want a little more."

Janus very lightly squeezes at Patton's thighs, pushing his thumbs slowly into the fat, and rubbing deep, firm circles into his legs. "Lucky for you," he continues, "I have a wonderful idea. Would you like to hear it?"

Patton's still visibly flushed, especially at Janus's implications that he himself might want more (which is an overly accurate assessment), but he slowly nods his head.

He squeaks when Janus finally runs his hand over his crotch in turn, teasing the front of Patton's khaki pants and rubbing over what is obviously the start of an erection. While touching him so lewdly, Janus insists "I know how to turn you into a proper puppy. Sure, you're acting like one, but you don't look the part."

Janus suddenly squeezes Patton's bulge, making Patton gasp and moan as his fingers curl around Janus's shoulders.

"And once you're nothing but a cute, dumb pup, I'll get to spend all day taking care of you," which are words Janus emphasizes by rubbing more harshly over Patton's front, making Patton buck his hips as he tries to rock his clothed cock into Janus's hand. "Would that be something you'd enjoy, my dear?"

"Yes!" Patton shudders, rolling his hips against Janus's palm. "Please!" 

With a rather enthusiastic verbal agreement, Janus has no qualms in pushing Patton off his lap, and standing up, pulling Patton up off the couch before releasing him and beginning to walk towards his room. And when Patton doesn't immediately follow, Janus turns to face him.

With an amused look on his face, Janus pats his thighs, saying "come on, boy. Aren't you excited to come with me? Excited to get a nice treat?"

Patton visibly shivers, but quickly shuffles forward, until he's at Janus's side, and following him obediently to his room, his face bright red. As they walk - both of them fast-paced and thrilled in their own right - Janus praises Patton, offering soft compliments such as "what a good puppy!" and "such a good listener," which has Patton tugging at the collar of his shirt, feeling as though he might start panting if Janus is any more casual with this. 

Once they're in Janus's room, the door is being pushed shut, and Janus is already moving towards his closet.

"Be a good boy and strip for me, won't you?" Janus asks, as he sifts through his closet, luckily finding a headband with attached puppy ears and a tail plug - which he's been keeping on-hand "just in case" - as well as a thick collar.

Patton undoes his clothes slowly, but manages to get fully nude by the time Janus turns back to him, arms full of accessories. As Janus lays them on the mattress, he guides Patton to sit on the edge of his bed beside them, and praises Patton for being so obedient when he does.

Patton's thighs press together as Janus lifts the headband first and foremost, and turns it side-to-side to show Patton how the cute, blonde puppy ears move.

He slides them into Patton's hair, careful not to accidentally pull and hurt him, until the band is nestled perfectly atop Patton's hair. Janus's fingers then pet through Patton's locks, rousing his curls until the headband itself looks mostly hidden, and the two ears look like they're sprouting from Patton's own head. Then, he's taking the collar and clamping it around Patton's neck, with a nice, long leash being hooked on one of the loops quickly after.

Janus gives it a firm tug, Patton being yanked forward, before the leash is dropped and Janus is smiling, satisfied with the way Patton moans at the brief choking sensation.

"Flip yourself over for me, love," Janus then instructs him, as he grabs some lube from his nightstand. "Bend yourself over the bed."

Doing as he's told - like a good puppy would - Patton turns over, his feet hitting the floor and his chest hitting the sheets. As he presses his body into the bed, the collar presses into his neck, making him while. But what really excites him is when Janus's hands squeeze his ass, before one hand gropes and spreads his cheeks apart, while Janus's fingers - coated with an excess amount of lube - presses against his hole.

Janus is teasing at first, circling his index finger around Patton's entrance, before slowly pushing his pointer and middle finger in, scissoring Patton slowly and carefully.

Patton moans as he feels Janus's fingers curl inside of him, and gasps loudly when the tips of his fingers suddenly push against his prostate. He goes to beg for more, but Janus is already giving it to him before he can, slowly thrusting his fingers against that spot while Patton's cock rubs against the side of the bed.

"Please," Patton moans, as he grips the mattress tightly, drooling when Janus adds a third finger, stretching Patton open.

But after just another minute or two, Janus's fingers are slipping out. Patton whines at the sudden loss, and opens his mouth to complain, only to suddenly feel a plug be pushed inside of him moments later, and fur brush against his ass.

Janus leans over him, jostling the plug as he both rubs Patton's waist, and pets through his hair. "There," he proclaims, sounding overly proud. "Now you look like a proper puppy. Isn't this wonderful?" 

It's hard for Patton to look at Janus while feeling overwhelmed with humiliation, but he still feels compelled to react to Janus's question, and so nods his head. 

This is wonderful, albeit embarrassing.

He gasps a little out of surprise when Janus presses his hand firmly against Patton's back and pushes his chest farther into the bed, humming in thought for a moment before pulling back and stating "hm. This simply won't do."

As his hands slide away from Patton's body, Patton is turning his head to face Janus, worriedly asking "what's wrong?"

His voice is trembling, revealing his desperation. He doesn't want this to stop - he feels more aroused than he's ever felt in his life! - but Janus's tone is making him nervous. He briefly worries if he's messing this up somehow, especially as Janus stares at his exposed body, as if evaluating him.

"You're so, so close to being the perfect puppy, but you're still a little... off," Janus explains, tapping at his chin. His eyes are narrow as he scans over Patton's back, and meets his eyes briefly, before Janus is maneuvering Patton onto his back instead, chuckling in amusement at the way Patton immediately squeezes his thighs shut to hide his hard cock. This new position - with his hips further up on the bed - causes the plug inside of him to shift around, making Patton whimper.

Patton's rush to hide his body though has Janus suddenly lighting up, and going "this is what I mean! A proper puppy would just pant and drool-" Janus slides between Patton's legs and slowly pushes them apart "-and keep their legs spread like a good mutt. But you're held back by that silly mind of yours, which still insists you're a human with pride and dignity." 

Janus runs his hand up Patton's stomach. "Will you even bark for me, love? Go on. Bark."

Face going bright red at the command, Patton can only muster a squeak, being silenced by his own humiliation. He can't bark for Janus, regardless of how hot the command is. It's too embarrassing! So, instead, he murmurs a soft "sorry! I'm sorry. I can't."

He covers his face with his hands, while Janus rubs over Patton's stomach softly, attempting to silently comfort him. Then his hands slide up further, and he pulls Patton's hands away in order for Janus to kiss his lips.

"I'll help you," Janus assures him, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'll ease you into becoming a perfect, obedient puppy, but you have to trust me."

"Okay," Patton whispers.

Janus helps him sit up. "Relax, love. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Trust me. Trust me. Do you want me to help you, Patton? Would you like me to turn into a shameless, obedient pup?"

Patton nods, but Janus just chuckles.

"Speak, puppy. Yes or no."

"Yes. Yes, please," Patton stammers, and in turn has his chin tilted up by Janus, enough so that he meets Janus's eyes. And spirals activate within Janus's irises.

They swirl and spin in such a mesmerizing way, captivating Patton entirely and causing him to breathe in heavily, and breathe until his chest feels empty. Janus guides him to relax further, telling him his body is so heavy; so heavy he can hardly move. His brain is empty and open, waiting to be filled by Janus's words. And once Patton's dizzy and drooling, Janus blinks away the spirals in his eyes, and rummages around for the plug's remote. One he didn't tell Patton about, as to not spoil the surprise.

Without hesitation, he's suddenly turning the plug to the highest setting.

Patton's body arches, a sluggish, loud moan spilling from his lips, but he's been walked so deep into a trance that he's luckily not broken out of it. Janus would pat himself on the back for his trancing skills if he wasn't already so enraptured by Patton's blank, mindless stare, and his cute, pleasured jerks as the plug buzzes inside of him. 

"I'm going to take care of you," Janus coos, thumbing away a trail of spit that's leaking steadily from Patton's mouth. "You'll be a proper, silly pet. Are you excited?"

He's not surprised when Patton doesn't answer with anything other than a tired moan, gasping when Janus's finger rubs over Patton's slit, with his other hand slowly clicking the intensity of the vibrator down. Once it's to the midway point, Janus speaks once more.

"The higher the intensity of your cute little plug gets, the dumber you get. Do you understand that?" Janus lowers the vibrations lower, and lower, until they've nearly stopped completely. "Each time that buzzing gets more and more intense, more and more of your thoughts will slip away. Your shame will, too. You'll be an obedient, barking mutt after just a few rounds. Okay, puppy?"

Janus raises the intensity a bit, watching as Patton's eyes roll back into his head, before he adds "you won't have any embarrassment or inhibitions stopping your urge to hump and rut against the nearest surface. You're just a puppy; of course you want as much pleasure as possible!" The vibrator speeds up, and suddenly Patton's hips buck, looking as though he's struggling to stay sitting up. "The only thoughts in your head are about how you're a good, cute puppy, and you love to obey your owner."

He flicks the vibrator up more, and watches Patton stupidly try to hump the air, cock straining for attention. 

Janus flicks the intensity up again, making Patton cry out as he's forced deeper and deeper into an obedient, shameless, puppy mindset. Then, the vibrations slow, until Patton's cock is leaking just as much as his mouth is.

Janus thumbs a bead of pre away from Patton's cock, and then holds his thumb in front of Patton's mouth.

"Lick, puppy," Janus commands him, and watches as Patton stupidly leans forward, taking Janus's finger into his mouth and sucking over it desperately, his tongue slobbering all over Janus's digit until Janus pulls it away. As a reward, his plug is turned up again, until it's at about a medium level. Enough to be noticeable, but not enough to overwhelm Patton sooner than Janus wishes to. After all, there's quite a lot he wants to do with Patton; it'd be a shame to have him overstimulated too early!

"Puppies love to be pet," Janus then says, cementing his words into Patton's brain. "They love to bark, they love to obey, they love to crawl and kneel and pant. And they love to be pet."

He then gently runs his hands up Patton's thighs, and is delighted when Patton's tongue rolls out of his mouth, a dumb smile on his face and his eyes nearly crossed. He happily pants at the touch and tries to lean into it. Moaning, Patton arches into Janus's hands as they caress his stomach, moaning in excitement as Janus's fingers brush over his body.

He feels so good, and that's all he cares about.

Not the drool dripping off his chin and onto his thighs, or the way he obediently keeps his legs spread to make sure Janus has more room to rub him everywhere, which Janus does. Janus slides his hand anywhere he can reach, cupping Patton's face, stroking his hair, groping his chest; Janus's palms glide anywhere but his cock. Then, he uses his hands to alter Patton's positions. He moves Patton fully onto the bed, and then onto his knees, with Janus wiggling his face mockingly once Patton is kneeling on the mattress.

As he brushes some of Patton's curls out of his face, Janus asks aloud "do you know how to do any tricks, love?"

As expected, the only response Janus gets is a mindless, drooling smile, and soft moans as Patton lightly fucks himself back on his plug. Janus can't help but admire just how cute Patton looks, but only appreciates the view for just a moment before going "speak, puppy. I want an answer."

He watches as the command takes a moment to register in Patton's mind, before Patton excitedly barks, not seeing anything remotely humiliating about it!

He's a puppy, and good puppies bark!

"Good boy!" Janus immediately praises him, scratching the underside of Patton's chin with two of his fingers. "You're so good. Do you know what good boys do when they're happy?" 

Patton looks a little confused at the question, not having any thoughts in his brain aside from what's already been put there, but his confusion just encourages Janus to sweetly call him "a silly boy," as he shakes his head back and forth with amusement.

"A good puppy wags their tail when they're excited," Janus generously explains. "Can you show me how you wag your tail, pup?"

Almost immediately, Patton is pushing more of his weight onto his arms in order to lift his hips up, and wiggles clumsily back and forth, enough to have the tail inside of him swaying side to side. He quickly falls into the rhythm of doing it and becomes more absent-minded and excited, moaning as he feels the plug jostle and shift inside of him. 

"Good boy," Janus coos, before he steps away. "Though, last I checked, pets aren't allowed on the furniture. And here you are, sitting on my bed! Silly mutt; you belong on the floor."

Janus pats his thigh, calling Patton to his side, and watching as Patton looks over the edge of the bed, before carefully sliding off of it, and landing on his knees on the floor. Eagerly, he crawls forward until he's seated before Janus's thighs. As a reward, Janus flicks the vibe up again, and watches as Patton cries out in pleasure, his head lolling dumbly to the side.

"Do you want a treat, puppy?" Janus then asks, already reaching to undo his zipper. "A treat for being so good? Bark for me; tell me you want a treat."

With drool streaming steadily down his chin, Patton barks, before smiling happily, feeling good when he obeys.

Janus pets through Patton's hair, whispering soft praises at him in a babying, almost mocking way, but Patton can only understand Janus's tone, and Janus seems happy, so Patton is happy. He pants as he's pet, while Janus works his pants down just enough to pull his cocks out.

He guides Patton closer by his hair, until Patton's sitting back on his calves in front of Janus's hard cocks. Patton stares at them, almost entranced, before cocking his head up at Janus and rubbing his hand over Janus's leg the same way a puppy would paw at someone's thigh. Janus chuckles at the impatience, but doesn't scold Patton for it, instead musing at his desperation.

However, after a few seconds of nothing, Patton leans forward to lick over them, giving into his arousal and instincts. This immediately gets him scolded though, as Janus pushes him back by his forehead.

"Bad puppy," Janus tsks, though softens a bit when Patton shrinks at the chastising. "You're not allowed to move without my permission. Good, obedient puppies listen to their owners. Don't you want to be a good, obedient puppy?"

Patton barks quietly at first, hips rolling against the floor, before barking louder with a mixture of apology and desperation, eyes struggling to stay focused up at Janus's face when all he wants to stare at is his treat.

Patton whimpers as Janus keeps his palm rested against his forehead, pouting as he stares at Janus's cocks, before looking up at Janus with wide eyes behind his circular frames. He attempts to push his nose against Janus's wrist to be affectionate, and when Janus pulls his hand away, Patton rubs his face against Janus's thigh instead, making cute whining noises as he does so. And Janus really can't resist him any longer.

So, he runs his hand down to Patton's collar, and grabs his leash, twisting it around his hand a few times until he's got a firm grip on it, and Patton's pulled close to him.

The tips of his cocks bump against Patton's mouth, teasing him. Antagonizing him. But Janus just softly counts down from three, before going "go ahead, puppy. Accept your treat," once he reaches "one." And Patton does, immediately rubbing his face against Janus's shaft like a whore. His tongue sloppily drags over the slits of his cocks, before he suckles on the tips of them, and then pulls away, a thin line of spit connecting his lips to Janus's cocks.

He crosses his eyes in order to stare up at Janus, panting happily with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Janus reaches his free hand over Patton's head, briefly scratching behind his faux puppy ears, before suddenly grabbing a fistful of Patton's hair and properly shoving one of his cocks into Patton's mouth. He lets the other drag across Patton's face, rubbing Patton's own spit back into his foreheads as beads of Janus's pre drip into his hair.

He winds up more of Patton's leash so that Patton doesn't have enough room to pull away, and makes Patton moan at the pleasant, tightening sensation around his neck, as well as the way Janus's cock feels pressing against his tongue and pushing deep into his throat.

It makes his already foggy head feel even fuzzier. He gags, but he's hardly aware of it, and doesn't bother trying to pull away in the slightest. Because he doesn't want to. He wants his treat. 

Patton’s messy and intense with his sucking, moaning when Janus guides him fully down, making him choke around the base of Janus’s cocks, nose pressed against Janus’s pelvis, before Janus loosens his grip on the leash and lets Patton pull away.

Once more, he has to push on Patton’s head to keep him from immediately going back down.

Patton whimpers and whines when he’s denied yet again, but Janus just chuckles before he’s grabbing both of his cocks with one hand.

“Can you be a good boy for me and take both?” Janus asks, watching Patton’s dumb brain slowly process the question. Patton blinks, audibly panting, before suddenly smiling wide and barking. He again tries to move forward, but this time Janus lets him, petting through Patton’s hair in order to praise him.

“You’re so cute, pup,” Janus coos, “so cute and eager and obedient."

He lets Patton move at his own pace, and quietly moans himself when Patton sloppily licks over his cocks once more, before beginning to slowly guide Janus’s cocks into his mouth as Janus holds them still. It makes his jaw ache, but he sucks anyway, moaning at the heavy weight pressing into his mouth and the way Janus’s pre tastes leaking down his throat.

He cries out messily when Janus turns his plug up even higher, and pushes his head further down Janus’s cocks, until they’re about halfway in his mouth. He gags, eyes welling up with tears.

Unable to get them past that point, Patton takes to pleasuring them with his tongue, moaning around them and making Janus sigh in pleasure in turn. He stays stroking through Patton’s hair as Patton chokes on his shafts, and listens as Patton tries to shift his hips and drive his plug further into him while simultaneously humping the air.

With the leash pressing into his palm, Janus suddenly gives it a light tug, urging Patton further down and watching him struggle.

“You’re such a dumb pup,” Janus muses, in a babying voice, which has Patton looking immediately more confident and excited. “You hardly know what’s going on! All you know is being stupid and happy, and sucking cock.” Patton’s tongue drags over the length of his shafts at the praise, hips jerking excitedly.

It doesn’t take long before Janus slides one of his legs between Patton’s thighs, giving him something proper to rut against. And Patton does, immediately grinding his own cock over Janus’s shin, and whining immediately at the friction. Janus moans quietly in turn due to the pleasant vibrations coursing up his cocks.

Patton’s own precome smears over Janus’s pants as his pelvis humps desperately against Janus’s leg, desperate for any little bit of pleasure while his mouth is used as Janus’s fleshlight. He’s sucking obscenely, and making even lewder noises while his cock rubs against Janus. He’s needy and horny, and stupid and obedient.

“Good puppy,” Janus moans, becoming less and less careful of Patton’s headband while petting through his sweaty hair. “Such a… such a pretty boy.”

Janus has to bring his knuckles to his mouth in order to muffle any particularly embarrassing noises that threaten to spill from his lips as a result of Patton’s messy, noisy sucking. He’s bobbing his head quickly, swallowing as much of Janus’s cocks down as possible, before sliding back the tip and drinking down Janus’s pre, and then sinking again.

His fists press against Janus’s legs to keep himself from clumsily falling this way or that.

With his eyes welling up with tears, Patton’s humping becomes more clumsy and intense, grinding his cock feverishly against Janus’s shin. He’s moaning repeatedly with each slide against Janus’s pants, and when Janus rubs his leg against Patton’s cock in turn, Patton just lets out a choked cry. A few tears spill down his red cheeks, as he feels his orgasm rapidly approaching.

Janus watches Patton’s face contort in pleasure around his cocks, a mixture of drool and tears smearing over his slick, sweaty face. Patton’s a mess, and it’s beautiful.

“Are you close, my puppy?”

Patton makes a slew of dirty, wet noises in response, no doubt affirming Janus’s question. He’s so hot and close, and his dumb little puppy mind just can’t hold himself back! He’s got no restraint. No humiliation. Nothing holding him back. So when Janus turns his plug vibrator up all the way, Patton feels overwhelmingly pleasured and mindless. He pushes himself down on Janus’s cocks, gagging himself once more, as his hips stutter against Janus’s leg. He comes quickly over Janus’s pants and his own thighs, making a mess of them both. His eyes roll back into his head as he humps sloppily throughout his orgasm, before he stills, more slowly bobbing his head as his foggy mind struggles to remember that his real treat is still yet to come. So, Janus graciously helps him out.

With his fingers curled in Patton’s hair, Janus takes to thrusting his cocks down Patton’s throat, making Patton choke as his mouth is used like a toy. But he likes it. He likes being good for his owner.

With quiet moans coming from his own mouth, Janus eventually shoves Patton’s face halfway down his cocks and comes down his throat, having to bite his bottom lip hard to keep his noises repressed. Patton chokes on his semen, but swallows down all that he can, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows twice, thrice, and then is allowed to pull away.

Panting, Patton slumps against the floor, watching with tired, foggy eyes as Janus tucks himself back into his pants, and then kneels down beside him.

Being careful of the come decorating Patton’s own stomach, Janus slides his hand along Patton’s front, petting over his body. “Good boy,” Janus whispers, soft voice echoing throughout the hot room. “You did so well. How do you feel?”

And in response, Patton barks.

[p-receh]

Analysis time! :D

What better way to make another thesis for certain parts of the last episode?

This post, I'll be talking about how strong the Power Spheres could take over its owner's mind.

As I ever mentioned it before. Even though comic book already covered the story of season 2. Again, we still need to look at the TV ver. Because whatever happens, TV shows is still the roots of Boboiboy's franchise. Whether you like it or not.

We good? Now shall we begin?

Re edit for grammar correction

See, of all every Power Spheres that had been introduced, only Kokotaim gang were not yet been "confirmed" what was their Power Spheres look like. Sure, the only elemental bot that had been shown were Hang Kasa's Crystal Bot and Retak'ka's Light Bot, but that's it.

Monsta already established two rules about the Power Sphere:

Every Power Spheres have their mind and soul. They could talk, think and feel like a living being.

Whatever happens, their contact with their first owner emended to their traits and it impacted to their next owner as well.

My first suspicion obviously came from what Gopal had said before in one of anon ask box about the first debut of Taufan and Hali in OG series.

"In the past, Boboiboy Lightning turn into Thunderstorm because he felt extremely angry. Boboiboy Wind turn into Cyclone also because of felling an absolute joy."

Another interesting aspect is from Mechamato movie. Specifically when Amato in Mecha suit mode was being locked to a flashback scene triggered by Mecha Bot uncontrollable sense of fear.

(excuse me for putting the Indonesian sub ver. :/

*translation note in order:

"Mechabot, Shoot!"

"Mechabot! What's wrong?"

"C'mon Mechabot!

From this point, I think you can guess what I would want to go from here.

As the tweet mentioned. It is interesting to note the similarities between the two. Whenever the Power Spheres' soul take over the owner's body more deeper, their eyes will glow and the scars spreads to their skin.

And by that logic, the Power Spheres consume much more energy than before. Thus the heavy drained out both mentally and physically from their owners.

Amato knew this and to fix the same issue, he convinced Mecha Bot during their final battle against General Grakakus in the same movie.

"Mechabot, close your eyes! I will be the one to handle our moves! Trust me!"

It goes back to one of my ted talks about this topic and a highlight some particular line from Kuputeri.

One of my favorite Boboiboy account also solidified his statement again about Oboi's being controlled by Power Sphere or in this case, elemental forms.

In my opinion what Oboi went through was somehow worse than any other Power Sphere wielder out there.

Not only he wields seven strongest powers in the galaxy but also might be the most unconstrained one to control them. Then again he still not reach his age of consent, but he already hold big responsibility to become the hero and most wanted target in the galaxy.

Think about it, even their original owners were a bit struggled to learn their power. Hang Kasa travel planets to planet only for learning his power with other elemental masters, Kuputeri needs to harness for at least hundreds years until she could tame Beliung/Tempest's, A small crack Ki'rana's body armor could made her went berserk due to the immense power of the Lightning bot.

In common sense, every wielder still has their Power Spheres as their own companion while Oboi hasn't. What Boboiboy only has to contain that grandiose powers? a watch. A watch that went three times modification simply because of the powers that was too strong to keep and use all at once. Not to mention how frequent Oboi uses split and now with fusion techniques is also add to the list.

He barely managed to ease his mind when transform to Beliung, Ice and Blaze worsen Baraju's conflicts with their near 3rd tier transformation, and he was lucky to be saved by 30 minutes Oakuat Juice so he could keep Rimba under his watch.

Now that we come so far, the questions still remains missing:

With how bad the elementals took over Oboi, will it possible they are gonna be the next villain for him in the future?

Does Amato knows about Boboiboy's Elementals powers? Does he also know Ochobot past before sending it to him?

Did the rest of elementals Power Spheres already destroyed after the first Retak'ka's raid or not?

I guess maybe Mechamato series might be the answer of Ochobot and all elementals Power Spheres in the past. Again we still have no clue what happened to him during the season 2 events.

And also this line up post before Monsta split the title for Dwifusion to "Gentar" and "Baraju"—

—announced the third season of Galaxy series after BM3 Gur'latan(quite close too after the movie you know?) . My only hope is that it cover the elenmentals and also other origins of Yaya, Ying, Gopal, and Fang Power Sphere.

Where were they came from? Were their Power Spheres also get destroyed like all elementals did? Are their owners still alive or not?

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OOT but I just love Monsta's new thumbnail art for full ep marathon of Windara. 😎👍

[eluxcastar]

Sick Dottore secretly likes to be coddled

── ୨୧：il dottore x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: on sick days, the doctor really should be taking a break, but a little medicine will also fix him up.

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, soft dottore (or is it), reader is his assistant, ill dottore 🧐 (sorry 💀), not proofread, maybe ooc?? (probably)

୨୧﹑words :: 1124

my friend (xioworld) (this is your citation /j) made my head brr but also I misspelled doctor so bad my computer thought it was 'dogroot' and I feel like I needed to share that 😭✋

yet another sneeze, you notice. it's not unusual to sneeze maybe once, twice if you're unlucky, but if you're counting correctly this would be Dottore's fourth time sneezing in the last hour. though he walked into work with a case of the sniffles - of course swearing up and down to be fine - his worsening cold will end up contaminating all of his samples.

it's been a few minutes too long since the last time he sneezed to scold him, so you sit back and wait. it's not long before he coughs, a particularly harsh cough that almost sounds like it hurts him. you take that as second best to another sneeze and turn on your chair to face where he sits, seeing his arm moving as if he wipes his nose again, though it's hard to tell when you're only looking at his back.

"Dottore." your call must've been enough for him to wonder what you wanted as he turned around over the back of his seat to face you. his nose was red, mask removed and set down somewhere beside him. it was unusual for him to take it off at work, even around you. "This is a sterile work environment. You're spreading all your germs."

he stares back neither impressed nor particularly happy, but he knows your work will be impacted by this, you don't have a right to speak to him that way but he understands why you've taken to being firm as a you are in the face of his stubbornness but that doesn't make him any more pleased about it. he hates how you become almost arrogant at times and try to boss him around even if he knows what you say is true - he won't give you the satisfaction of knowing that. "If it's so important to you then make medicine for me."

realistically speaking, you don't have time for that, at least starting from scratch but thankfully this was the second time he'd challenged you to such a thing. you had your recipe from the first time (rather simple now that you know it) that you can use to have it done somewhat quickly, and maybe if he was lucky you would make him some tea. you'd like to drag it out just a little though. you refrain from sharing that you've kept the formula from your last bout of sickness from him and make your way over to where he sits, prompting him to shuffle his chair around to face you.

you pull a light from your breast pocket and turn it on, "Open" you say and he follows that like an order. you shine the light in his mouth, not really looking too hard, just trying to act like you were doing a check up.

"My throat hurts," he says, a little softer than before, "and my nose won't stop running." he follows that statement by rubbing at his nose again. you can't tell if Dottore is complaining or just telling you as a part of this 'check up', sounding like something between those options. he sounds tired. you wonder if he slept properly listening to him.

"I'll make you some tea. It'll help your throat." you tell him and slip your light back into your pocket having no further use for it, "You can take your medicine with it."

finding the note you wrote the ingredients and amounts for the medicine down on, having stashed it somewhere in your desk drawer. you mix up a dose for him and take it with you when you make his tea, adding it once it was made so it would be easier to choke it down as you recall a sour face he made. he's too big to put it on a spoon and feed it to him. you leave it by his side on the table he works at, letting him pick it up and drink at his leisure knowing you could give it to him and make him drink, but wouldn't push your luck attempting to pry him away from his work until he got sleepy enough - a convenient side effect.

he grumbles some words of thanks to you and lets you go on your way without fussing. you settle back into your seat, tuning back into your work and drowning out the other noise in the room. he has a lot of work lined up for you so he can play with his pet project - not an unusual occurrence - you much prefer the busy work he doesn't want as opposed to entertaining his wild ideas.

by the time you look up, it's suspiciously quiet, a paper to give to Dottore in your hands, though from the looks of things… you find him slumped over a couple of papers with his head resting on the table, his now empty cup next to him. he doesn't react to your presence by his side, nor to your hand as you brush aside his hair to see his face. from this sight, you wonder if Dottore really had fallen asleep while you had your back turned. he feels warm, it's no wonder that he feels unwell. it's like he's burning up and his lack of reaction as you touch a hand to his forehead tells you he needs that rest as he's yet to bite your hand off to tell you otherwise. you should probably call one of his segments to take his task out from under him and complete it, but you know he'll want it when he gets better.

when he wakes the room is dim, not completely darkened, oddly quiet. he recalled the sound of a pen there just before and he liked that noise. it was gone now, as were you. had you noticed him falling asleep? he couldn't tell, something about that medicine makes him drowsy, but he can't complain when you make it for him personally. his head still feels heavy, but his sore throat is less noticeable. he's happy with this result. a small part of him wishes he'd woken up to you still there. that's such a silly thing to want but he blames his sick, sleep-addled mind.

you're so good at taking care of him. he retraces the way your hand touched him, brushed his hair out of his face. he was oddly at ease when he felt you check on him, half asleep and too lazy to open his eyes. it was like you were taking care of him without him half-heartedly ordering you around to do it, and it made him so… he couldn't even begin to explain it. he settles back onto the table where he had been, thinking that maybe if he closes his eyes again, he can drift back to sleep.

[dollyyun]

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 | 07

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with. PAIRING: non!idols enhypen members x fem!oc. GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college, racing, eventual adulthood, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple povs and written in fic. WARNINGS: expletives, angst, heartbreaks, drama, heavy suggestive themes. WORD COUNT: 7k+ TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun

✘ SERIES MASTERLIST ✘

After Sunghoon and I have rekindled our friendship, we decide to catch up on what we have missed in each other's lives. On campus, Sunghoon and I are seen hanging out and conversing with each other like we used to, which draws attention from some of the students since almost everyone here knows about our friendship's fallout.

Words do spread out fast here, which explains why Jungwon, Sunoo, and Ni-Ki come running to our old spot and are genuinely shocked when they see us in one room without strangling each other.

After our lecture ended, Sunghoon and I decided to hang out here. It is a lodging room that is twice as big as the lecture hall. In the centre of the room are three blue velvet couches that face the marbled coffee table, while there are also other activities we can do, such as arcade games, chess, and XBOX. This is only meant for the seven of us since Sunoo is the owner. His mother is on the board of directors, so that explains why we get special treatment.

"You guys look like fucking idiots." Sunghoon scoffs, but a grin appears on his lips right after. "Get in here."

"What the hell happened? And why are you two being civil?" Ni-Ki asks in disbelief as they head inside.

"We're more than civil now." Sunghoon slings an arm around my shoulder. "We're best friends again."

Jungwon offers us a big grin before running towards us. A grunt leaves my lips at the impact as soon as he engulfs us in a hug. "I'm genuinely glad that you two are back."

"Me too! This calls for a celebration!" Sunoo beams, taking out his phone from his pocket. He presses his phone against his ear before speaking to someone on the line. "I need you to buy some drinks and snacks."

We look at him with confusion while he appears to be delighted, even though we can hear a muffled shout from his phone. "I don't care. You're my servant, remember? I'll let you know where we're at."

"Who did you call?" Sunghoon asks, looking bewildered.

A sly grin arises on Sunoo's lips while mischievousness glints in his eye. "Just a certain someone. You'll see in awhile."

"Oh, boy," Ni-Ki heaves a deep sigh as he pinches the nose of his bridge. "This ought to be good."

I don't know what is going on, but warmth and relief spread throughout my chest from being surrounded by my best friends. But then comes the familiar pinch. I haven't sorted things out with Heeseung and Jake yet.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Sunghoon is still telling them what really happened while I am at the side, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest. The sight itself amuses me as my lips upturn into a smirk. It looks like Sunghoon is a grandfather who tells the story to his three grandchildren instead.

"─and that's why we fought." Sunghoon finishes off. "I'd say that we're rather fools for being blinded to the fact that our fathers were the enemies, not us."

"Agreed." Ni-Ki nods his head before darting his eyes at me, the curiosity in his eyes glimmering. "So what happens now?"

I raise my eyebrow inquisitively. "What do you mean?"

"You still have unfinished business with Jake," Ni-Ki points out knowingly. "And with Heeseung, the last time we remember was that the two of you fought because of Stella."

Right. But I'm no longer feeling the resentment I had towards Heeseung. It was my fault for starting the fight. It was rather foolish of me to worsen the cold and distance between Heeseung and me.

They look at me expectantly. Before I can open my mouth, the door swings open, startling us. When my eyes divert to her, they widen in surprise, while she doesn't seem to notice me yet.

"I came here as fast as I could." She appears to be panting, as though she ran all the way here. In her hands are brown paper bags. Her eyes, filled with pure annoyance, drill straight into Sunoo's as she trudges inside. "Kim Sunoo, you're lucky that I'm nice enough."

Sunoo pouts his lips. "You're never nice to me!"

"Wait a minute." Sunghoon rises from the couch, his eyes darting between Sunoo and Stella, before he stares at Sunoo in amusement. "Stella's your servant?"

"I am not his servant." Stella counters firmly before setting the paper bags on the table. For a minute, I notice hesitation in her gaze. "I just owe him something."

"Uhuh." Sunghoon seems skeptical. "What is that something?"

"Nothing that concerns you." She answers curtly.

"Thanks, Stel." Ni-Ki grabs one of the drinks, giving Stella a grin while the latter has a small smile on her lips.

"Yeah, thank you." Jungwon takes us by surprise when he embraces Stella in a side hug before planting a kiss on her crown.

Jungwon is the brother I wish I had, but why am I feeling uneasy and a growing bitterness in my heart upon seeing how close they are? Even worse is when Stella's cheeks turn a hint of pink while she accepts Jungwon's affection.

"Am I missing something?" Sunoo inquires with a frown as he walks towards them before slinging an arm around Stella. He eyes Jungwon. "Since when did you become close with my darling servant?"

"Kim Sunoo!" Stella struggles in Sunoo's grip.

I can see the dissatisfaction in Jungwon's eyes. "We're childhood best friends."

"Ex childhood best friends. Something happened." Stella shoves Sunoo away from her, though the impact doesn't affect Sunoo that much. She looks at the rest of us, her eyes seem to linger a little longer on mine. "But we've reconciled."

"My, my. It appears that Hwang Stella here has more connections to us than we thought." Sunghoon tuts.

"Just eat the damn snacks and drinks I bought for you." Stella sighs, rubbing her temple. "Now that my service here is done, I'll get going."

"Join us." I find myself finally speaking up after being an observer. When her eyes meet mine, I feel the familiar electricity between us. "Since you're here, you might as well hang out with us."

"I agree." Sunoo sips on his drink. "Besides, you haven't been here before, right?" He asks Stella.

Stella avoids our gazes, appearing sheepish for some reason, as if she has been caught for going against the rules. "Actually, I've been here more than once."

"What?" Ni-Ki looks at her incredulously. "Since when?"

"Of course." Sunghoon chuckles, though I detect an odd sense of bitterness. "With Jake Sim. Please don't tell me that y'all fucked here."

Her cheeks turn rosier, eliciting a loud groan from Sunghoon. "That's it! I'm going to have these couches washed and sanitised in every part of this room!"

"Hey! I'm the owner! So I get to decide!" Sunoo exclaims at a scowling Sunghoon.

"Let's just move on, please." Stella still avoids our eyes as she bends down to grab a drink. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I haven't gotten the chance to have a conversation with Stella due to how preoccupied she is with the others. She plays arcade games with Ni-Ki, chess with Sunoo, speaks with Jungwon, and even engages in banter with Sunghoon.

I can't help but turn sulky as I sit on a bean bag in the corner. I just want her to spare a glance at me, even for a second.

"Hey, Jay." My heart almost jumps out of my chest when she greets me, towering over my figure. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all." I answer her quickly when I shouldn't even display my eagerness. She sits down on an extra bean bag next to mine without saying a word.

"So," She starts off, awkwardness filling the air around us. "How are you?"

"I've been fine. Things between Sunghoon and me have been going great too." I say. "It's just that I can't stop thinking about Heeseung and Jake." And you.

Stella nods her head, and there is sympathy in her pretty eyes. "Right. You, Heeseung, and Jake used to be close. But what exactly happened between you and Jake?"

I take a glance at her face. "Isn't it obvious? He's mad because I went after you."

"But why would he be mad?" She asks, looking incredulous. "He and I are no longer tied to each other."

I smirk faintly. "I guess you're just simply unforgettable, Stella. Heck, if I were in his shoes, I would be mad at me too."

Her eyes turn downcast. "Jake fell out of love for me, Jay."

"No." I don't hesitate to grab her hand and gently hold it in my grasp while she lifts her head to stare into my eyes. "You're wrong. He has never truly moved on from you."

"Don't, Jay." She shakes her head at me. "Don't tell me lies just to soothe my broken heart."

"I would never lie to you," Baby. "You should know the full truth."

"What truth?" She sighs sadly. "I already know what I wanted to know."

"Jay's right." Sunghoon appears next to Stella, while the latter jolts in surprise. "You need to know too, just as we did."

The others come to gather around us. Confusion resides in her gaze, but stubbornness does too. "I don't love him anymore, so it doesn't matter what you all say. Even if there was a reason, it doesn't justify the fact that he broke up with me over a text and got together with Rena weeks later."

"That's the thing, Stella." Ni-Ki bends down on one knee right in front of her, his eyes softening as he meets her glossy ones. "Jake was forced to date Rena."

At once, her eyes go wide as a socket. "What?"

"Jake was forced to date Rena by his mother."

"He had no choice because he had his reasons, but one thing is for sure, Jake is not in love with Rena."

The revelation has shaken me, despite my collected demeanour. I left after the guys unravelled the truth, at least based on their understanding and views. Now, I am driving mindlessly on the road, riding my blue Yamaha YZF-R1M, and my grip on the clutches tightens.

I don't know where I am headed, but I just keep driving on until I find myself at the ice cream parlour. Jake and I went after having dinner at a restaurant for our first anniversary. Maybe eating ice cream would alleviate the tension in my head a little better.

I turn off the indignation before removing my helmet. I adjust my dishevelled hair and get off the bike, which I parked by the curb. My gaze settles on the parlour, the ornamental window glass allows me to see the inside.

Considering it's past eight, there are fewer and fewer customers, with some already leaving. But what I don't expect is to see my ex seated by the window alone.

A part of me wants to leave, but I know that I shouldn't run away. I can't deny the fact that I need to listen to his side story. I need to hear the truth from him.

And so, I find myself stepping inside the parlour. As the ring chimes. Jaeyun snaps his head up and meets my eyes. My heart races in anticipation, yet I am uncertain of the outcome. I scan his countenance briefly, and I feel a tug in my heart upon noticing how he looks as though he has lost all hope.

Mustering the courage, I walk towards him. "We need to talk." I tell him firmly, despite how my voice almost wavers.

"No, we don't." He mutters, looking away from me, before rising from the seat.

"Oh, yes, we do." My hand grabs his just as he walks past me. "If I'm done running from my problems, so should you."

Jake doesn't turn around to look at me, but he doesn't feel bothered by me grabbing his hand either. We stay in that position briefly before he finally looks back at me. I feel him squeezing my hand and holding it firmly. "Not here."

In an instant, he drags me with him until we are out of the parlour. I expect him to let go of my hand, but he continues to hold it.

"Sunghoon and the others told me what happened." I break the ice between us as we stand on the pavement. I swallow the familiar lump in my throat while the backs of my eyes start to sting. "But I need to hear the truth from you. Were they right?"

Jake doesn't meet my eyes, but he doesn't let go of my hand either. "Yes."

My vision starts to blur as I blink while my chest hurts. "You should've told me the truth instead of breaking up with me. I thought we trusted each other."

"That's the thing, I couldn't even if I wanted to." He looks at me, and his jaw tightens. "My hands and mouth were tied. You have no idea how fucked it is to have been controlled by those with power."

"You think I don't?" I chuckle in disbelief. "I've spent months trying to hate you, but my heart couldn't let you go. You were my first in everything, Jaeyun. Did you really think that I could move on from you just so easily?"

"No, I don't." He sighs. "You were my first in everything too."

I ignore the tear that is rolling down my cheek. "I hate you for breaking my heart."

"I know." A sad smile appears on his handsome face.

"Most of all, I hate that I still love you." A soft sob leaves my lips before I can stop it. With my other hand, I form it into a fist before punching him weakly in the chest. "I hate you, Sim Jaeyun."

Before I can punch him again, he grabs my fist, firmly yet gently, as he opens it back. The sad smile still persists on his lips. "That's my girl." He plants a soft kiss on my palm. "Hate me all you want. It's easier that way."

More sobs leave my lips while the tears are relentless. "Please tell me that you still love me."

"I do, I still do, love. But we can never be together for as long as I'm tied to Rena." He cradles my face in between his palms. "Not unless I'm done settling my business."

"Jaeyun." My knees feel weak at the moment he embraces me into his arms, which once felt like home.

"I love you, Stella." He confesses with such raw emotions that it has me in shambles as I desperately cling onto him. I feel him planting a kiss on my crown. "You'll always be my girl."

Just like that, the warmth of Sim Jaeyun disappears as he leaves me in the cold under a starless sky.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

My mind is unstable after what happened, yet I find myself standing outside his apartment. Instead of looking for others, I look for him. Follow your heart, as they say. But my heart doesn't know what it fucking wants.

"Stella." He greets me, looking genuinely surprised, after opening the door. His eyes seem to scan my face before a frown dawns on his pink lips. "What happened?"

"Nothing." I say nonchalantly. "I'm sorry for coming here at this hour. Were you asleep?"

"It's fine. Like I said, you're always welcomed here." He steps aside, allowing me to enter. "I haven't seen you in awhile."

"You know, busy with assignments and projects." I answer curtly, and being near him makes me realise that we haven't talked after the heated kiss we had. I sigh before turning around to look at him. "Heeseung, about that kiss─"

"Don't worry about it. It was a mistake." Heeseung gives me a tight smile. "We were in a heat of moment."

I don't know why I feel disappointed upon hearing his statement. "Right."

"What's wrong?" He asks with a frown, stepping closer to me.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that you declared our kiss a mistake, but you kissed me like you meant it." Sarcasm drips into my tone.

A muscle ticks in his jaw. "What would you want me to say? You even insisted that we're friends, and friends don't kiss the way we did."

"I don't know! But hearing you say our kiss was a mistake─" Frustration blinds my judgement. "You know what? Coming here was my mistake."

"Wait." Heeseung grabs my hand just as I turn my back on him. "Don't go."

"Why not?" I ask coldly.

"Because I've missed you." He tugs me towards him, prompting me to look at him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of it."

My breath hitches in my throat as he tucks a fallen lock of hair behind my ear, while there is a familiar desire in his alluring eyes. "Truth be told, I couldn't stop thinking about you and our kiss." He confesses. "At that time, I was holding myself back."

"Then don't." My voice drops to a whisper as he slowly leans in. "Don't hold yourself back around me."

"I must." His breath fans above my lips. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, sweetheart. My mind is intoxicated by the thought of you, your lips, and your body."

"Hee." Our lips brush lightly against each other. "Kiss me."

He presses his lips on mine in an instant, a symphony of desire and longing. He kisses me slowly, as though he is taking time to savour the feeling. My hands slither upward to tug on his hair, while his hands go lower until they stop around my thighs.

"Jump." He rasps against my lips, and I comply, locking my legs around his waist.

I don't know where he's taking me as I get utterly lost in the kiss. When he gently lowers me until my back hits the mattress, I realise that we're in his room.

As we pull away from the kiss, I pant heavily and look at him with my half-hooded eyelids. His eyes seem to be darkening each second with desire and danger. My hand tugs at the hems of his black shirt.

"I need to be one of your girls." The desperation in my voice is apparent, but I am too far gone to care. "Just for tonight."

"No, not just one of my girls." He presses his lips on my neck while his hands go underneath my top. Chills run down my spine upon feeling the warmth of his hands. "My only girl."

"Liar." I roll my eyes to the back in pleasure as his lips press on the sensitive part of my neck. "Heeseung─" He continues to pepper kisses on my skin before going down on me, pulling up my top, which I remove and toss aside.

My cheeks are flushed as he stares at me with such hunger. Butterflies erupt in my tummy as he presses a gentle kiss on top of my belly button. "You're so fucking gorgeous, sweetheart."

"Hee, enough foreplay." I whine. clenching my thighs together to suppress the heat.

"This will be my first, you know?" He pauses to remove his shirt, and my mouth begins to water at his fine glory. "But I've learned some moves on the internet."

I feel genuinely surprised by the fact that he will be losing his virginity to me. "Like?" Intoxication fills my head as I pull him down to connect our lips again.

"How about I show you instead?" He rasps against my lips, his deep yet husky voice turns me on further. "But first, gentle or rough?"

"I don't care." A moan leaves my lips upon feeling his knee pressing into my heat. "I just need you to take my pain away."

"So I was right." He murmurs. "Something did happen to you."

A soft gasp emits from me as soon as I feel his hand wrap around my neck—enough not to suffocate me but enough to show his dominance. Instead of feeling afraid, I feel even more turned on. He gazes deeply into my eyes while his lips unfurl a soft smirk. "You have no idea what you've just let in, sweetheart."

I've been awake since Aera called me earlier, and I can't even fall back asleep, not when there is a gorgeous goddess next to me. She is still sound asleep as she faces me, giving me a view of her angelic face.

Right now, Stella doesn't look anything like what others describe her as─ cold, heartless, or arrogant. In this state, she looks harmless. I mean, I'm not saying that she's capable of harming anyone, but she looks utterly serene. Her long lashes kiss under her eyes, her sculpted nose that tempts me to plant a kiss on, her naturally tinted pink lips that are kissable, and her rosy cheeks. She looks like a goddess. My Goddess.

A flashback of last night replays in my mind. It was fucking unreal that my virginity had been taken by my crush. The whole experience was more than amazing. With her consent, she allowed me to do anything I wanted, but I held myself back, though not entirely. She was so exquisite that I wasn't getting enough of her.

I have to admit that I was nervous at first, but with Stella, I felt as though I was a natural at it. She even complimented me before falling asleep. Envy slowly wraps itself around my heart at the thought that Jay and Jake have already tasted her.

I glance down at her once more, and my heart rate starts to spike. My crush is wearing my white shirt, which looks big and adorable on her figure. Her body is curved as she holds the duvet close to her chest.

My hand reaches out to caress her cheek, but stops mid-air when I recall how vacant her eyes looked yet filled with hurt as soon as I opened the door for her. A part of me knows better than to pry, but I need to know what happened and who hurt her.

Stella's movement as she stirs in her sleep, and I continue to watch her until her eyes flutter open. Still looking drowsy, her eyes slowly find their way to meet mine. Thus, my heart beats faster and pounds harder.

"Hey." She greets me softly. Fuck, does she know what she did to me?

My lips curve into a grin while I gaze into her beautiful eyes. "Good afternoon, sweetheart."

Stella stretches her limbs out like a cat. "It's noon already?"

"I mean, we did finish way too late." I drawl lazily, smirking as I see how diffident she looks and avoids my gaze. "Last night was amazing."

"Yeah," She clears her throat before attempting to sit up, but winces lightly as she moves her legs. "Thanks for last night. I needed that."

"Hey, Stella?" I call out to her just before I can stop myself.

"Yeah?" She asks, grabbing her hair tie on the nightstand before tying her hair up into a messy bun.

What are we? "What exactly happened before you came over?"

Thank God I didn't say that out loud, or I'll just worsen the progress of our friendship status. Yeah, we're just friends. We can never be anything more. Not when I have an ulterior motive that my parents deem important, or else I'll face the consequences.

Stella heaves a deep sigh before turning around to meet my eyes. "I met Jake."

I ignore the stinging pain in my heart. Of course. I should've recognised the familiar pain in her eyes.

"Sunghoon and the others revealed the entire truth to me, but I needed to hear from Jake himself." She bites her lower lip, eyes downcast. "When I heard it from him, I felt furious, sad, and betrayed. Most of all, I felt regretful. I've spent months trying to hate him for hurting me and leaving me broken."

"Don't let the truth invalidate what you've felt and suffered." I move closer to her, and before I can stop myself, my hand goes to cradle the side of her face. "Allow yourself to acknowledge what you truly felt. He had reasons, yes, but at the end of the day, he still broke your heart."

As Stella leans into my touch, I feel my heart soar. "Thank you for the assurance, Heeseung."

"Of course." I smile, though my heart starts to ache. "We're friends, aren't we?"

I don't miss the disappointment that befalls her angelic face, but I brush it off. I'm probably seeing things.

"Heeseung─"

"Guess who's here!" Aera's shrill voice startles us, as does when she swings the door open. "Heeseung─ Ah! What the hell?!"

"Aera!" I groan in annoyance, my palm no longer feeling the softness of Stella's cheek, while Stella appears embarrassed as she looks down. "How many times do I have to tell you to knock?"

"Brother!" Aera's eyes dart between us, but amidst the shock, I can see how her lips twitch into a grin. "Did you two?!"

"Aera." Stella buries her face into her palms.

"Am I going to have nieces and nephews?!" Aera exclaims rather avidly with a stupid grin on her face.

"Lee Aera, get out!" I grab a pillow before aiming at where she is, but she immediately disappears as soon as I throw the pillow, causing it to hit the door instead.

"I'm sorry about that." I rub my face. "I had no idea she'd be coming here."

"It's fine." Stella's rosy cheeks tempt me to kiss them. "By the way, your sister knows about me being a racer too."

I raise my eyebrow inquisitively. "Since when?"

"It's complicated." She gives me a sheepish smile. "But she promised to keep it a secret as well."

"Did she ask you to give her a ride in one of your motorsport vehicles?" Knowing my sister, she probably did.

"Yup." Stella answers with a chuckle, while my heart flutters upon hearing that chuckle of hers.

The damn butterflies.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"So what are you doing here, exactly?" I ask, staring at my sister with annoyance as she sprawls across the couch.

Though I'm glad that my sister is no longer cold to me, I can't help but feel annoyed by her coming here unannounced, especially when I still want to spend some alone time with Stella before she returns home.

Aera, unmoving from her position, gives me a pout, to which I give her a look of disgust. "Can't I visit my favourite brother?"

"I'm your only brother, idiot." I state flatly. "So what do you want? Money? A car? Oh, wait, you don't have a driving licence."

Aera shoots me a scowl. "First of all, how could you assume that I came here for money?" She pauses for awhile before a sheepish smile appears on her lips. "Actually, I do need some money."

I heave a sigh. "Did Father freeze your card? Again?"

"That mean old man." Aera rolls her eyes. "Yup. Hence, I went to look for you! Please, Oppa? Help out your baby sis."

"Fine." I grab my wallet on the table before taking one of the credit cards and giving it to her. "Just don't spend on unnecessary stuff."

Thankfully, money always rolls into my accounts due to my investments and the competition I've won in racing, despite the fact that my father does send me money every now and then.

"So..." Aera draws my attention as she raises her eyebrow suggestively. "You and Stella?"

I scoff. "We're just friends."

"Bullshit. You're literally head over heels for her." Aera points out. "She's the girl whom you saw at the library years ago, right?"

"Whatever you say, Aera." I merely brush her off, but as soon as I turn my head to the side, I spot Stella coming out of my room, dressed in her previous attire.

"Stel!" Aera greets her cheerily. "We were just talking about you!"

"Really?" Stella looks at us curiously.

"Yes!" Aera says delightfully. "Do you know that Heeseung had a crush on─"

I quickly grab a cushion pillow before throwing it directly at her face, successfully hitting her. "Get out."

"Hey! You can't kick out your sister!"

My phone starts to ring on the table, drawing our attention to it. I walk towards the table and grab it before seeing the caller ID. My eyebrows jump in surprise, but I answer his call anyway.

"Heeseung." He greets me. "Before you hang up on me, we need to talk. It's been long overdue. Meet me at the arena."

The resentment I had for Jay has long since faded after the incident. I tried putting myself in his shoes and understood why he felt that way. But that didn't mean my pride hurt any less, given how he got a good piece of me.

"Who was it?" Stella asks softly, walking towards me.

"Jay," I breathe out. "He said to meet him at the arena."

"Oh! Can I come? Stella can give me a ride!" Aera asks me, staring at me with hope.

"I don't think it's a good idea." Stella states. "It's bad enough that half of them already know who I am. I don't want Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon to know too."

"She has a point." I tell Aera. "Till next time, sis."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Instead of pulling up at my usual station, I stop right next to Jay's motorcycle, where he is also waiting for me as he remains seated on his bike. I turn off the ignition before removing my helmet. I ruffle my tousled dark locks and briefly scan the arena. There are some other racers practicing on track, while I also spot Ni-Ki, Sunoo, and Sunghoon from afar.

Sunghoon catches my eye and gives me a nod of acknowledgment before proceeding to converse with the rest. I'll probably ask him to practice with me on track after this.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I ask Jay curtly as I face him while still remaining seated on my bike.

Jay heaves a sigh. He appears somewhat apologetic. "I'm sorry for what happened at Hoon's party. I shouldn't have lashed out to you."

"You were furious because I was with Stella." I point out. "But I'm sorry as well for punching you first."

"I deserved that." Jay chuckles breathily, running his fingers through his hair. "I don't know why the hell I was so enraged when Stella wasn't mine to begin with."

"The answer is obvious, Park." I smirk at him, though I feel uneasy. "You like Stella."

"Damn right, I do." Jay doesn't hesitate to answer. "It took me awhile to acknowledge and admit my feelings towards her."

I bite my lip. I feel kind of bad for him because the girl he likes just spent the night with me.

"Unlucky for you, I like Stella as well." I give him a playful punch on the shoulder. "Fight me again?"

"No." Jay rolls his eyes. "I'm tired of fighting. So that's why I'm here. I want to reconcile with you. I've missed our bond."

I've known Jay since high school, but we only got close when we entered university. Whenever he had problems or needed advice, he would always come to me. Plus, we have the same set of shitty parents, so we could always relate to each other.

"But we like the same girl." I state, eyeing him cautiously. "What if a fight happens between us again because of her?"

"I can assure you that we won't have to fight for her." Jay answers firmly while his eyes reflect a familiar sentiment I know too well. "Besides, we can never compete, not when there's Jake, who is her first love."

"A punch to the gut, Jay." I roll my eyes jokingly. "Speaking of Jake, he's been avoiding the rest as well. Though he's an ass, I've missed him."

"I don't know how long he's going to keep that up." Jay sighs. "But one thing is for sure: We need him back in the group."

"I like the idea of that." I smile. "It's about time the gang got back together again."

Jay mirrors my smile before it transitions into a smirk. "So, wanna race?"

"Music to my ears." A smirk tugs at my lips before I wear my helmet. "The loser has to do fifty push-ups."

"Get ready to lose, Heeseung." Jay wears his helmet before starting the ignition at the same time as I do. With both my hands on the clutches, I take a glance at him to see him looking at me. Then, we speed off.

The view of the familiar manor greets me as the gate opens before I start to make my way to the garage, driving my white Suzuki bike. Behind this visor, a smirk tugs at my lips. Home, sweet home.

My parents have alerted me about the dinner with the Nishimuras tonight. Growing up, my parents showered me with love and affection to the point where I became a spoiled brat, wanting everything and getting everything my way, while my younger brother and sister were forsaken by my parents.

I know that tonight's dinner is unlike any other familial dinner. It'll be where I need to report to them about what is happening and the progress of our plan. Well, I guess it can be considered my plan since I voluntarily agreed to take part in the first place.

"Finally. I've been waiting for you to arrive." Ni-Ki announces just as I pull up next to his vehicle.

"You should've come with me instead." I roll my eyes as I remove my helmet. "Besides, your parents are inside, so why are you out here?"

A muscle ticks in his jaw. "You know well enough that I don't get along with them, at least not anymore."

I know the reason, and I can't help but disprove it. My parents were right. Love is a weakness and will inevitably cause the downfall of any member of this high society of ours.

"Let's go." I pat Ni-Ki's back before we proceed to enter the building. As we enter, I am surprised to see the sight of my siblings, who are fraternal twins, Kim Daehyun and Kim Sihyeon. They are currently in their last years of high school. I don't have a great bond with them, but I don't hate them either.

"What are you doing here?" I ask with a frown as we stop in front of them. Given the fact that my parents have forsaken them, they voluntarily chose to leave the manor and live with my aunt instead.

"Nice meeting you too, Hyung." Daehyun rolls his eyes. Brat.

"Mother and father wanted us to come." Sihyeon says, though her eyes seem to be lingering on Ni-Ki instead. "For dinner."

"My children! You've arrived." My mother announces, drawing our attention to the older adults. "Come! Let's have dinner!"

My mother is elegant as ever. Though everyone perceives her as kind, I know how manipulative and cunning she is beneath her facade, but no one can ever suspect her schemes due to her elegancy. My father, on the other hand, is renowned for being ruthless and merciless when it comes to business. Both complement each other well.

"Ni-Ki." Ni-Ki's father greets him, but the guy ignores his parents and walks right past them.

"Oppa, who is your friend?" Sihyeon whispers to me as we walk. "He's handsome."

"Don't even think about it." I warn her. "Plus, he already has his eyes on someone."

And that someone just so happens to be a pawn.

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"Daehyun, Sihyeon." My mother dabs the corner of her mouth with a white handkerchief. "Since you two have finished your meals, can you give the adults some privacy?"

Throughout the whole dinner, Ni-Ki remains unresponsive, keeping to himself, whereas I have had to step in to entertain his parents. Our parents do talk about businesses in front of us, but it has nothing to do with us. Meanwhile, my siblings keep themselves occupied by conversing with each other and playing games discreetly, though my mother often glares at them for not having proper dining etiquette.

My patience is starting to run thin. This has got to be a mundane dinner.

"Why can't we listen?" Daehyun asks ardently, to which I smirk as I take sips of my drinks. He really takes after me.

"Because the next session is not about any of your concerns." My father answers him coldly, and his piercing gaze causes my sister to flinch. "Leave."

"Come on, Dae." Sihyeon says nervously as she tugs at his sleeves. "Let's just leave."

"Whatever. This dinner sucks anyway." Daehyun scoffs, standing as his chair makes a loud screech. Sihyeon looks at me before going after Daehyun.

"I apologise for my son's improper behaviour." My mother informs the Nishimuras. "He's not usually like that."

I hold back a smirk. Oh, mother, you don't know Daehyun at all. None of us do.

"It's fine. Teenagers these days." Ni-Ki's father chuckles lightheartedly. "So, shall we start?"

"Of course." My mother smiles before turning to me. "Report."

"Things are going rather smoothly." I start off, and from my peripheral vision, I notice Ni-Ki clenching a fist. "Day by day, she's getting closer to us and seems rather distracted. In fact, I don't think she's been doing her duties as the heir, considering how occupied she is with us."

"Ni-Ki?" Ni-Ki's mother looks at him. "What's your report?"

"Just as Sunoo said," Ni-Ki's tone sounds deadly, as does the aura he emits. "Everything is going smoothly."

"Ni-Ki, we really need you to be on board with this." Ni-Ki's father sighs. "You must not allow your feelings for that girl to hinder your goal."

"My goal?" Ni-Ki's laughter sounds sharp, enough to make me flinch lightly. "You mean it's your goal."

I decide to intervene before this could escalate further. "I have information that we may use if this plan fails."

"Oh?" Intrigued, my father leans forward. "What is it, son?"

"Sunoo, don't." Ni-Ki shakes his head, a warning glint in his eye.

But I ignore him. "Stella is a racer as well. She has been keeping her identity a secret, and she trusts us enough to let us know." A half-lie, but whatever.

"This is great!" My mother seems gleeful. "We have to inform the others about this plan B."

"Wait, what do you mean by others?" Ni-Ki asks sternly.

"Ask your friends, dear." My mother informs. "Despite all of our differences, the goal is to bring downfall to the Hwang empire. Starting with their precious heir."

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"Come on, Ni-Ki." Annoyance is turning into frustration as I go after Ni-Ki. "They would never allow us to leave for as long as we provided them with a better solution."

Ni-Ki stops abruptly before turning around to glare at me. "So telling them that Stella's a racer was a better solution? She trusted us enough that we would keep her identity a secret! We even gave our word to her!"

Guilt tugs at my cold heart, but my demeanour remains collected. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

I scoff. "After years of not talking, you suddenly decided to approach her out of the blue. Why? Because you were following your parents' orders."

Ni-Ki clenches his jaw. "There's a difference between you and me. I'm sincere in being her friend, always been, while you're being a snobby jerk for having her as your servant."

"It's not meant to be serious! That's just a way for me to get closer to her!" I throw my hands up in frustration. "Damn it, Riks! Why do you have to be so difficult?!"

"Because I love her!" He confesses, the pain is evident in his eyes. "You would never understand, Sunoo. The pain of betraying my first love."

My eyes turn steely cold. "And I'm glad I would never understand it. Love is a fucking weakness, and it'll get you nowhere. Besides, you should give up." A smirk appears on my lips. "Hwang Stella will never love you."

"I pity you. You don't understand how great love is, even if it means that the person you love won't ever notice you."

"Love is a waste of time, Riks." I walk past him, making my way to the garage. "Besides, do you really want to risk racing over Stella?"

It's a rhetorical question. I already know his answer, and it's similar to the rest of us, including me.

My phone chimes in my pocket, prompting me to read the message. I raise my eyebrow while a smirk returns to my lips.

STELLA: The others are too busy to race. Wanna join me?

I guess it isn't so hard to get closer to her after all.

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[ingoodjesst]

[light spoilers] "when evil lurks" (2023) was a thoroughly engaging horror movie with great direction, pacing, and lighting that complement its themes well. that said, it was also an intense and disturbing watch with a finale that frankly had my stomach churning. it's a film interested in the fear of losing control and what it reveals about its characters. though the catalyst for misfortune is a demonic presence that possesses and manipulates people, it's generally the characters' rash attempts to recapture a sense of control over their situations that cause things to spiral. their fear-striken actions are understandable in the face of a force they cannot predict the scope of or attack directly. but over and over again, we see our protagonists choose to run away or react with violence, even when they have both folk wisdom and mounting first-hand experience to advise them against such futile actions.

there's also an interesting lens of gender to view the film through, as we often see men choosing to exert violence in a desperate bid to feel powerful again against victims that - possession aside - are generally weaker than them: disabled folks, animals, women, children, etc. all this despite women pleading with them to remember how this violence will just guarantee the evil's spread. it's worth examining how the male characters feel the need to project themselves as protectors while overriding the feelings of the people around them, how their predominant emotions of fear and anger tend to preclude their ability to clearly communicate the stakes of their predicament, etc.

in a way, violence becomes synonymous with running away throughout the film. despite what their behavior would have you believe, our MCs always have options available to them (both in their personal pasts and in the present) that are less likely to lead to ruin… yet their fear always leads them to dig deeper holes. by seeking only the physical destruction of something that refuses to be destroyed, the rotten possession is never truly dealt with. it is simply put off and worsened. instead of engaging the root problem with care and deliberation, using the rules and expertise that are gradually presented to us, our MCs constantly fall victim to their insecurities, constantly fall back on maladaptive instincts that fool them into thinking that somehow their attempts at violence and domination will work this time. maybe the brief catharsis will be worth the consequences this time.

which isn't to say that the movie necessarily suggests that things could've ever been brought back under "control". but in the end, our protagonists fail every chance they have to confront their problems properly. in seeking shortcuts to regain an illusion of control, they sacrifice whatever possibility existed of reclaiming true agency.

it's also worth mentioning that it's not hard to find parallels to the ongoing covid pandemic, i.e. fighting an invisible enemy that cannot be directly eliminated, where violation of specific guidelines intended to keep you safe leads to further spread of the "possession" and therefore further tragedy. hell, even the way that government institutions (like the police in the film) absolve themselves of dealing with the problem properly, forcing citizens to fend for themselves…

the thing is, although the demon haunting our MCs manipulates their terror to its own ends, there's still a palpable sense that many of their losses could've been avoided, if only they didn't succumb to rage and dismay at their loss of control… in this way, i see parallels with the movie "the thing" too; once you let the terror into your heart, the path to destruction is paved with the resulting paranoia and panic. thus the film leaves you with a powerful sense of powerlessness, as you watch characters get progressively consumed by their fear (and uh, other more literal things), until their fates simply fulfill themselves.

[cocogrrrl]

Hiya again! I was wondering if you could write a fic of a gn!s/o and Kenny (teenagers) at a public park, and then some people start insulting and possibly physically hurting the reader, then they look over, kennys gone, and mysterion is kicking the people's asses. I thought it was a cute concept :)

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help arrived

while on a morning walk with kenny, you accidentally find yourself alone and in imminent trouble. luckily for you, mysterion comes to save the day.

mysterion!kenny mccormick x gn!reader cws: descriptions of violence, slight predatory language used wc: 1191

“You think you can help me out this weekend? I really need help picking out a gift for Karen. I have a bunch of different options, but none that I think she’ll like.” Your boyfriend, Kenny, sighed.

Your hand was intertwined with his, and you squeezed his twice to comfort him. “Hmm, I’m not sure I exactly know what she’d like, but I’ll try.” You hummed.

“Thanks,” he smiled, giving you a swift kiss on the head as you two continued your regular stroll in the park—idly minding the sounds of children playing, leaves rattlings, and footsteps on the dirt path.

There were a group of people roughly around your age who you were trying to pass through. They were spread everywhere across the field. You weren’t quite sure what they were there for, but you didn’t pay mind to it. It wasn’t your business anyway.

What was your business was getting through the crowd of people, which proved difficult. Your hand tightly clasped Kenny’s so that you wouldn’t lose him out of your grasp and sight. You felt yourself bump against someone. Your arm’s side hit the person a lot stronger than you initially realized. Despite it, though, you quickly mumbled out a quick sorry before you continued.

“What was that for?” The gravelly and angered voice yelled out. You turn to see who it was—the person you crashed into just now. 

“It was an accident—I’m sorry-” You stammered out quickly, nervousness rising inside of you. The person honestly towered over your height, and it didn’t help that they seemed rather strong.

“Sorry? I’m sure you meant it! No person would just push someone like that by accident.” The guy argued, taking footsteps closer to you as a crowd slowly started to build around you. “I’m sure you wanted to hurt me.”

“I didn’t! I was just trying to make my way across here with my boyfriend and—”

“What boyfriend?” The person, and even the crowd watching you, started to laugh uproariously. You were confused, but as soon as you turned to see where Kenny was, he was gone.

You were sent in a panic now. A bunch of people seemed to be thinking you were delusional when really it wasn’t the case. So many eyes on you, and you couldn’t help yourself here—not unless you wanted things to worsen by a probable tenfold.

“You’re so funny. Let’s have more fun,” The guy laughed, grabbing you by the color as you suddenly felt your legs lift from the air.

Agh, why did you even decide to pass by this place? Sure, you didn’t know that there were people just waiting to pick on someone, but you could’ve just taken a better route. Where was Kenny as well? Maybe he went ahead and hadn’t realized that you were missing yet. I mean, you wouldn’t be shocked if you didn’t realize you lost Kenny’s hand, even if you clung onto it for dear life earlier.

Why are you, of all people, chosen to be picked on today? What events, circumstances, and god would let you be in this situation? Whatever the case was before all this, you knew only one thing now: you were about to be fucking grilled by these people, weren’t you? The grip on your collar only got tighter, even digging into your skin.

You couldn’t fight back, no way. You could only accept your fate in a situation like this. You sucked in a breath, preparing yourself to meet with the guy’s fist or something.

It never came though.

Instead, you felt your body drop to the grassy floor as you opened your eyes to see the man being pulled onto the ground, losing his grip on your completely.

As soon as your body hit the floor, you quickly shuffled back onto your feet as fast as you could. Your legs hurt because of the sudden impact, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. What you saw was a lot more surprising, though.

Your boyfriend Kenny, er, the town-respected vigilante Mysterion, was on top of the person who picked on you earlier, beating him into the ground. He didn’t control the fight, though, seeing how the guy was fighting back triumphantly, blowing punches underneath him.

You stood there, taking a few steps back from the scene. The crowd around you now had eyes on Mysterion, all attention away from you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Do you know how stupid you look in your costume?” The person choked out, kicking him from under and sending Mysterion grabbing his side as they now flipped him—taking the upper hand now. “You’re such a fucking weirdo.”

Kenny knew better than to reply, though. He stayed quiet as much as possible, despite how much the person tried provoking him to say some nasty things about them as well. He elbowed the person’s chin, sending them flying for a split second before they hit the ground.

Expectedly to you, though, Mysterion got the final punch, delivering a blow to the cheek. Steadying himself back on his feet, he let a huff out as he wiped off some blood spilling out of his mouth. “I’m sure it was an accident. I know a person as wonderful as YN would never dare hurt anyone.”

Right after that, he lit up a set of fireworks and threw it on the ground, swiftly sweeping you off your feet and carrying you away, bridal style, to an empty space. He laid you back onto the ground in the quiet area, looking at you worriedly as if you were the one who was hurt right now—not him.

“Are you okay?” He sighed, pulling down his cloak and mask.

“I should be asking you that,” You laughed, getting on your knees to meet eye-to-eye with him. “You look like hell.”

“Only for you.” Kenny smiled.

“Thanks, Ken.” You said, burying your face in the crook of your neck. The adrenaline of the situation started to wear off, and soon enough, you felt tears prick at the back of your eyes. ”I’m sorry I got lost back there.” 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cooed, pulling your head back up to look at him. “It’s not your fault, yeah? What matters most right now is that we’re both alright.”

“Well, you aren’t!” You cried out, pointing to the bruises all over his face. “You just got beaten up.”

“YN, if you were the one to get jumped earlier, I’m sure you’d look a hundred times worse than I do right now. I would never forgive myself if that happened.” He pouted, cupping your face with both of his hands. “Just… I’m alright, and I’m sure these wounds will go away in no time.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

You exchanged a grin with him, bringing a hand to caress the one holding you right now. “Okay. Thank you, pretty.” You mumbled against his cheek before giving him a brief peck there.

His face flushed at the action, though you couldn’t see it since you had buried your face in the crook of his neck once more after. “Always, honey.” 

[homicidal-slvt]

"Like I'm The One"

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MDNI

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Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader

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Warnings: Pure Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Slight Hurt + Comfort

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Your fingers tapped anxiously against the kitchen table, you've been best friends with Carlos since you were children. You confided everything into each other.

Being without communication with him for so long made your heart sink, mind plagued with worries especially since there's been a few close calls with his line of work before.

Losing your best friend is not on the list of things you think you could handle going through, yet it's a very real possibility that sits right around the corner always. A suffocating weight that you learned to cope with via distractions.

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"I'll be back before you know it."

"You better be."

That goofy grin spread wide on his face like usual, he waved to you before heading off. Your fingers clutching onto your mug tightly.

You better come back to me. I can't imagine a world without you- you big idiot.

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His thick curly hair soaked from the rain as well as the rest of him, effectively looking like a giant drenched sheep dog dripping all over your floor.

"Carlos-"

"Told you I'd be back."

You aren't sure when you started crying, not entirely aware of your own body's reactions at this point, all the stress from everything surfacing.

You missed him.

You needed him.

Work had been horribly stressful on top of everything, coffee stains on your shirt from a pissy customer, trembles wracking your body.

You only came back out of your head when you felt two strong arms wrapped around you, tugging you into a tight embrace. He smells of rain and musk, getting you damp in the process not that you cared.

"Hey, hey... Look at me. I'm right here. It's going to be okay..."

His words were soft as he spoke, a reassuring tone to try and ease your aching heart, gripping you close like a precious vase that could be shattered in one slip.

He pulled back and looked down at you, letting your gaze fall on his worried expression. However you also took note of just how messy his hair is at the moment, a soft chuckle emerging which in return made him smile.

"There's my sunshine."

He remarked as he took in your happier features, your smile could always light up his day and he'd do anything to see it- even if it was because you were giggling at how disheveled he looked.

"Let me go get you a towel."

"Good idea."

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You sat beside him on the couch watching TV, settling into the comfortable feeling of it like usual. Those deep brown eyes of his were fixated on the show... You however kept finding yourself glancing at him instead.

Were you harboring feelings for him that were more than just friendship? Of course not... Don't be ridiculous...

He finally shifted and looked right back at you, catching you during your deep-in-thought staring.

"Something on your mind?"

You were like a deer caught in headlights- how do you possibly explain this???

Though the way he looked at you wasn't how friends looked at each other either, come to think of it he's always looked at you a bit differently- you just never fully noticed.

"I just..."

He moved in closer to you with a small smile playing on his lips.

"Just what?"

"Stop looking at me like that."

You scooted back away from his form slightly and glanced away, trying to force the butterflies in your stomach to cut it the fuck out.

"You were the one who was staring first."

He chuckled slightly and you couldn't help but huff at the comment, it almost felt like back when you two were young teens again. Attempting to navigate that desperately fuzzy feeling.

"Just- don't look at me like that."

"Why not?"

"Because..."

His hand finds its way to yours and encompasses it in his grip, his touch warm and comforting as always which only worsens the tide of feelings.

"Because?"

"Because it makes me feel like... Like I'm the one."

He moved in closer and placed his finger beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze and allowing him to take in all that is you.

All the things he's loved about you for so long.

"What if you are the one?"

There's no hint of doubt in his expression or voice, making it clear it's always been you that he wants. Perhaps he's held back all this time out of fear of screwing up the friendship.

Maybe that's the chains that have held both of you back.

Soulmates or not you'll be damned if you miss this chance, leaning in and at last getting to taste him on your lips.

Tender and sweet like honey, eyes shut and at peace with the world. All you could feel was him and the steady drum of your heart, one of his hands settled on the back of your head while the other was on your mid-back.

Don't you dare ever leave me in a carlos-less world.

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{Guys I'm so in love with him you have no idea- this is my first attempt at writing for him though. Lol}

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[bangtanintotheroom]

Where is Everybody?

Hello there! So, this post here is gonna be a doozy, but I need to get some things off my chest and hopefully, I can get some answers at the end of the day.

For the last few months, I’ve noticed a significant downtick in interactions on here. And it’s not just for my blog, quite a few of my moots seem to going through the same issue as well.

On top of that, the ever-present issue of liking over reblogging seems to have just gotten worse.

The main question I want to ask is why?

I know the holidays are a busy time for many people, but compared to last year when I joined, it almost feels like a ghost town. I ask if people want to see teasers or graphics I made and out of the significant amount of followers, I only get a handful interacting, many of them my moots (ily guys so much and appreciate you mwah 💋)

I was letting it slide until I saw the amount of notes Offsite Services has been getting. Mind you, it’s a drabble collection based off of Fanservice, which judging by notes, is one of my most infamous works. Here’s a comparison:

Fanservice: 1,877 notes

Offsite Services: 180 notes with Up Close and Personal having 242 notes while “Bear” with Me only has 111 notes

You see what I mean? Offsite Services only has just under 10% of Fanservice’s notes. And they’re in the same series!

It’s bothering me because so many people for months have been asking for updates for this series. Now that I started it back up, it’s practically radio silence and it’s highly discouraging. It definitely cemented my decision to work on whatever speaks to me at the moment and not try to rush things out, only for it to get little recognition.

And to get back to the likes/reblogs issue, lately, it’s seemed like it’s worsened these last couple of months. I know there’s a lot of users who shifted here from Twitter thanks to the madness that’s been going on, but you need to understand something:

Likes do not spread our work around.

Works can get buried within tags, especially if they don’t have a large amount of notes, which makes it harder to get recognition. By reblogging, it introduces our fics to a wider audience, even if you only have a handful of followers. Believe me, it helps!

And feedback is always helpful as well! You don’t even have to write a full essay, something along the lines of ‘thank you for writing this!’ or ‘wiofwoihih this was SO GOOD’ is highly appreciated.

Also, my ask box is always open, for anons and non-anons. If you want to talk about something or just say hi or discuss a fic or WIP, don’t be shy! I might not respond right away, but that’s because I’m busy or at work. I only won’t respond if it’s a request (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED INDEFINITELY)  or someone demanding I update a fic (which hasn’t happened yet, thank God).

I don’t want to drag this on much longer, so I want to just cap this off by asking again why there’s less people interacting lately. These are the answers I came up with:

1. BTS’ hiatus (which doesn’t make sense to me because now would be the best time to catch up on fan content but 🤷🏾‍♀️)

2. Taking a break from Tumblr

3. Not enough time to read

Again, these are only my theories, but I won’t know for sure unless you guys tell me. If you know the reason why and would like to tell me, feel free to come to my ask box. All I ask is that you don’t be rude or extremely defensive; whatever reason you might have is valid and I’m not trying to start any fights. I just want some clarity to help ease this question that’s been bothering me for the last couple of months.

Thank you so much if you read all of this, I appreciate it greatly. I hope everyone has a steady 2023 and I wish you all the best. 💕

- AJ 💜

[arabriddler]

Oswald's origin --- part 3

( previous, start from here )

Losing her job at The Falcone estate and Oswald's mangled ankle were the last straw for Gertude. She sort of...lost it after that. It started with her forgetting certain things, day dreaming, talking randomly out of the blue. The people upstate kept spreading bad rumors about her and she couldn't get hired there again, so back to The Narrows again. Her mental state began worsening little by little, and she started getting ill often. Oswald picked up the mantle, slowly convincing her to give up working so many jobs that just worsen her condition. Often Oswald would come tired, and sometimes he'd have extra cash to put in the jar, but he'd find it empty and his mother had bought a new ornament to decorate their apartment ( or castle as she began to call it ) with.

Desperate, Oswald visited Falcone and told him about their condition, He begged for help, anything, to help his poor mother. Even if he could at least just talk to her as she valued him. Falcone refused and taught Oswald an important lesson.

" I wouldn't have become The Don if I let anyone get away with anything wouldn't I?"

If Oswald wanted to become as powerful, he needs to follow that advice. That's why he started planning taking over control from Falcone. He changed his last name to Cobblepot to fit in then started by gathering intel, traveling all over Gotham, getting hired around important people. Silently, carefully, little by little, he began building his own crime family in the shadows. Made up of the freaks and the rejected. He built himself a somewhat of a good fortune, even managed to buy medicine for his poor mother.

He was known as The Penguin now. A name his bosses used to call him because of his limo but it grew to hold power and demand respect.

It was a delicate plan because nothing could go wrong, it took a decade in the making, hiding in the shadows, before Falcone got wind of it and dragged Oswald into an empty warehouse to teach him a lesson. Falcone didn't even bother to remember him as he kept him there for days. He wasn't going to kill him, no, just mold him into subordination.

Oswald can deal with pain, he lives with it everyday thanks to his leg, but he was worried, he's leaving his mother alone and sick. So, he begged, even when he promised himself to never beg to Falcone again, but he had to. for his mother.

Falcone didn't stir until Sofia burst in, demanding that she'd get rid of The Penguin. He's never going to submit, and she wants to prove herself to her father. After lengthy discussions Falcone agreed and she took Oswald away. She had witnesses alright, but she fired the gun right next to Oswald's ear and asked him to just leave Gotham. ( the witnesses were all working for her, she's planning to take over from Falcone herself since he'd never give her the position she deserves. )

Oswald was willing to follow her advice, she was his friend, and his mother comes first. Yet, when he went home he found a foul smell. Gertude had slit her wrist next to pictures of Oswald.

" I'm Sorry Sofia... I can't keep my promise." he whispered as he vowed to take revenge.

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Heaven Is In A Shortcake {xvi}

the previous chapter was the appetizer~ now, for the main dish

disclaimer: The Gray Man and the characters are NOT mine, even the reader. I only own the plot and the reader's character lol. Pictures used in the fic are NOT MINE, but only the edited version (u can msg me if u ze owner); credits to the rightful owners and canva + weheartit. Additionally, I am not a Subic/Zambales native, so my apologies for any wrong locations, descriptions, or languages.

Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Female Reader

warnings: moderate amount of swear words. some filipino dialogues. slow burn. fluff. trust issues. dramaramramamama. comedy if you use a magnifying glass. culture shock. word count check. slightly proofread/revised.

CHAPTER SELECTION IS IN THE ✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 15 is the moment Chapter 16 is the icon

word count: 3.2k (N/N) = nickname *Kiara = Clare *Kurt = Court *cover names = reader doesn't know YET (except you do know #wreckthe4thwall)

After Court gathers your stuff and helps you with your shorts, he strips off his jacket and drapes it on your shoulders. "I'm just gonna tie them up, so they aren't walking free in the morning." he shortly clutches your shoulder, "Wait here, okay?"

You nod. "Okay.."

As you double-check your things, Court is tying up the unconscious thugs to a tree— rephrase: tightly tying them up. Not too tight to cut off circulation, but tight enough that it hurts and possibly cut off circulation if not untied after 12 hours.

Court was (still is) holding back. When he heard your muffled cries, he was seething. And when he saw the state you were in, there was only red in his vision. He badly wanted to kill them, but he quickly thought that death wasn't the punishment they deserved. Plus, it would attract too much attention.

Despite pulling his punches, Court struck the thugs hard enough for fractures.

"If I wanted to break all the bones in your bodies," he glances at the unconscious thugs, "I would've."

As he triples the knot, he looks over to you. You're fiddling with the contents in your bag while leaning on a tree. Court notices that you've donned his jacket, which looks like a very short dress on you. 

A fluttering feeling spreads across his chest and up his throat.

It's that dangerous feeling again. Much more dangerous than when he was livid. This will only worsen if he ignores it, so he decides to contemplate something else.

While securing the thugs' bounds, Court sneaks glances at you every five seconds. The horrific events took place no less than 10 minutes ago, yet somehow you appear to be standing strong and unaffected. He always suspects you're more strong-willed than most. However, Court cannot truly fathom the extent of the trauma you experienced.

It's something anyone shouldn't ever experience. No matter the gender or what kind of person they are.

Court deeply breathes in and out, dousing the anger boiling in his stomach. He steps back, admires his handiwork, and nods to himself. He heads back to you and he notices a light on the ground. It's a phone. He picks it up, thinking it's yours, and swipes at the screen. After two messy photos, he almost crushes the phone upon seeing a picture of you straddled to the ground with your shorts being pulled down.

He knows there are more photos, but he doesn't need to look at them or else he won't be able to leave without snapping all their necks.

You watch Court walking back with angry strides. Even though he's wearing a cap and there's not much light around, you know he has a scary face on.

"Hey," you say with a small smile, in an attempt to calm him.

"Hey.." he replies with a sigh, glancing at the phone in his hand. "They, uh.. they took pictures."

It takes all your might not to break down again. "Yeah.. yeah, I figured. I mean, I saw flashes," you chuckle awkwardly and gesture for the phone.

He reluctantly hands it to you. "You can delete them."

"And destroy evidence that they did this to me? I think not," you huff. "I hope it's enough to land them in jail. I don't want to do any trial of sorts."

"You're probably going to have to, though."

"And get you and Kiara involved? No way."

He sighs, exasperated and amused. "You were just—" he tightens his jaw, "Take care of yourself first before you start taking care of others."

You heave a brow at him. "I know I said you have a savior pass, but don't you dare lecture me right now." you declare chidingly and give his shoulder a shove. "Now, let's go.. there's a police station nearby."

Court frowns. "How near?"

"A minute or two by car? And probably less than a 10-minute walk." you furtively observe the reluctance flashing across his face. "I  mean.. you don't have to come with me. Just take me to my bike and—"

"No, I'll take you. Let's go."

"Where's Kiara, by the— ah!— Shit!"

You've only taken one and a half steps when your left ankle screams and decides not to fully function. Court is quick to catch you, and you feel a flare of shame on your cheeks, heating up with another emotion-that-should-not-be-named.

"Where does it hurt?" he asks, assessing your lower extremities.

You groan. "Left ankle. I think it's sprained."

"Let me take a look. Lean on the tree."

"Yeah, sure."

Court descends to a half-kneel and carefully rolls your sock down. He then uses his phone's flashlight to help his inspection. You glance at the thugs, still unconscious, and then you glance around, still no people. But the rain is slowly letting up.

"Maybe it's not a sprain— maybe I can walk it off, you know?" you shortly laugh, "It's my fault for just standing here and not stretching."

"It's sprained," says Court.

"Fuck." you say through gritted teeth, "Are you sure?"

"As sure as it is swelling."

You look down. "Damn, no wonder it kept twinging. I thought I could shake it off."

Court powers off the flashlight, pockets his phone, and rolls your sock up before he stands. "I have a compression bandage in the car. Here," he slightly squats down, "put your arm on my shoulder."

"Okay.. but shouldn't you be at my left side— woah, woah!" you yelp when he suddenly hoists you up in his arms. "Kurt, what are you doing?!"

"Preventing unwanted pressure off your ankle and keeping it elevated," he answers diligently, as though reciting in class, and starts walking out of the park.

You stammer. "I know first aid. I meant, why are you carrying me?"

He blinks at you. "I just told you why."

"I can walk."

"You tried."

"Stop arguing with me."

"That's my line."

"Why are you being stubborn?!"

"Why are you?"

Court's SUV is parked near where your motorcycle has fallen. Except its now up on its two-wheels and parked by the curb.

The driver's window rolls down and Claire's horrified face appears. "Oh my God, (N/N)!" she exclaims and climbs out of the car.

"Kiara? Seriously, what are you two still doing around these parts?" you question, glancing at the father-daughter duo.

"I told you, I'll tell you later." Court says, "You're safe, but not so sound. Health comes first."

Before you can protest, Claire opens the backseat door and Court carefully carries you in the car. "Get the first-aid," he tells the teen.

"Aye-aye!" Claire rounds the car, hops in the passenger side, and reels out a kit from under the seat.

"Scoot over," Court says to you.

"No." you say firmly.

He glares at you, and you glare back.

"Why are you two fighting?" Claire asks, amused.

"We're not. He's just picking a fight." you answer, scooting back.

He snorts. "Says the pigheaded." and climbs in the backseat.

"Who are you calling pigheaded?!"

"You, of course!"

Claire giggles. "Are you two just fighting to avoid saying what you're really feeling?"

You and Court look at her as though her eyes combined into one. "What?" the two of you chorus, "No."

"Jinx!" Claire chirps, laughing.

She opens the light and hands the first-aid kit to Court. He then starts bandaging your swelling ankle while you open up your phone's camera. It doesn't surprise you to see your beaten up reflection. Because honestly, you've been thinking you looked worse.

You have small cuts here and there; bruised right temple and left cheek; and dried blood caking beneath your nose.

Claire pops open a water bottle, carefully dampening a towel, which she gives you.

"Thank you," you smile, immediately wincing when your face twinges.

"Let me help," Claire unpacks the disinfectant spray and band-aids.

"It's alright—"

"No, (N/N)," Claire says solemnly, "None of this is alright."

You're momentarily shocked. This is the first time you've seen Claire immensely serious. Yet it makes you smile, and this time, you don't feel any twinge.

"Thank you, Kiara."

She blushes. "Y-You're welcome— but you don't have to thank me! I'm helping because I care about you, so it's only natural, you know.."

You feel a sting in your eyes and turn away, pretending to be eyeing the scrapes on your knees. In your peripheral, you spot Court staring at you discreetly. You've already cried in front of him, you don't want that to happen twice, let alone in front of Claire as well.

You've worried them enough.

"That's why I'm thanking you," you chuckle, turning back to her. "Because that's the only way I can repay you right now."

She hums. "How about a movie marathon on Sunday?"

You laugh. "Deal."

Court looks as though he's about to reprimand Claire, but quickly keeps it to himself. You stifle a smile at that and start checking on your other wounds.

"Why are we stopping here?" you ask as the SUV slows down to a halt one block away from the police station.

"I, uh.." Court trails off.

"Government issues," Claire chimes in, shortly glaring at Court. "Yeah, he's one of those crazed conspiracy theorist."

"I'm not crazy," Court defends.

Claire snorts. "I didn't say you were."

"Wait, is that why you always wear a hat?" you ask amusedly.

"Yes! That's exactly why!" Claire barks out laughing.

With red ears and a displeased frown, Court climbs out the car without another word. You and Claire exchange grins before she carefully crawls to the driver's seat.

Court opens the passenger door. "Don't move," he says when you start scooting towards him.

"Don't worry, it's not aggravated." you nod at my sprained ankle, which I've set atop the other ankle.

Court waits for you at the edge of the seat. And without warning, he hooks his arm under my legs and cradles my back with the other, gently carrying you out of the car. The heat on your face clashes with the cold biting your skin, the battle sends shivers down your spine and you try not to shudder.

"Hey! Don't tell me you'll carry me to the police station like this," you frown at Court.

"How else would I take you there? Want me to roll you?"

"Go ahead, you'll be the one having a hard time."

"Stop arguing with me or I will really roll you across the ground."

"I'm just saying that you can carry me on your back, dummy!"

"Aww, arguing like a newly-wedded couple!" Claire chimes in teasingly.

You and Court snap scowls at her. "Cl— Kiara!" he chides, while you exclaim, "What?!"

A click and a flash resounds across the quiet street. Claire has taken a polariod picture of you and Court. "If I edit this picture, I'll caption it as Brawl Wedding." Claire snickers as she wags the photo towards the two of you.

As if you haven't blushed enough, your neck and face are flaring when Claire said 'wedding'.

Once you're on Court's back, he starts a slow trek to the police station. You keep your hands on his shoulders rather than wrap it around him. He's already too close as it is, and that zesty scent of his isn't helping. You don't even wanna get started about his hands underneath your thighs.

"Is it okay to leave her alone there?" you ask, an attempt to distract yourself from observing him at such proximity.

He shortly glances over at you. "Can you worry more about yourself right now?" he replies in a playful tone, but you know he's scolding you.

You huff. "I'm done worrying about me."

He clicks his tongue. "Well, I'm not."

"And why is that?"

Court doesn't answer right away. "Because…" he stammers and trails off, and for some reason, that makes you blush.

"You and Kiara dot on me too much," you say to break the awkward silence.

Court chuckles. "About Kiara.. don't worry, she's a big girl. She knows how to defend herself."

"Did you teach her?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Can you teach me?"

"Of course. When would you like to start?"

"I was kidding."

"I'm not."

You feel a swell in your chest. Unfortunately, it's nothing bad. Just good.. stirrings. Same feeling when eating a marshmallow.

"I can handle myself." you say.

He sighs. "I know you can, but.." he stops walking, "I just want to teach you how to clock someone the right way."

"The right way?" you echo amusedly.

"Yeah, the kind of way that knocks someone out in one or two hits. So that they don't quickly get back up."

Court starts his gait again. You're about to reply a joke, but notice that you two are almost to the station. You press your lips shut and stifle a smile. 

You want to ask him more. You want him to talk to you more. But you don't want him to run out of things to say or share to you and your curious (talkative) self. Then again…

You furtively peer at his face. It's serious, like it always is; however, there's flecks of nervousness on it. The reason for that is unfathomable to you.

…Court never ceases to astonish you.

The police are like flies on a watermelon on a hot, sunny day when you and Court enter.

They inquire you relentlessly while ushering you to a room. And when asked to have a private conversation with you, Court is about to exit when you hold onto his arm and ask the officers to let him stay.

Now, he's watching you retell the whole event.

"Listen, don't look too suspicious. Keep your cap up a bit, but not enough to show your face on the CCTVs. Just enough to let them know you're friendly."

Court briefly lowers his head, hiding his smile, as he recalls what you whispered to him before entering the station. It's as though you know what kind of circumstances he and Claire have. Surprisingly, no matter how many countless times he did a background check, you don't know anything— you're clean.

Too clean, if his paranoia may add.

And if his paranoia will add another thing, it's: how the fuck is he still calm being in a police station filled with security camera?!

Court is panicking for not panicking in the first place. Scratch that— for not panicking even now!

It's baffling him.

Appalling even!

"Opo, nakatali lang po sila sa isang puno sa Waterfront Park. Kaibigan ko po may kakagawan," you nod towards him and the officers glance with quirked brows.

Court internally composes himself and returns a nod. Looking at you, everything somewhat becomes crystal clear yet simultaneously foggy.

If you're the reason why he's staying calm indefinitely, the next questions should be.. why and how?

By the time you're done with the interrogation, Court unfortunately doesn't come up with an answer.

The officers escort you two out, where Court only piggybacks you down the stairs and off into the street.

"They wanted to interview you," you say once Court crosses to the next block.

"Really?"

"Yup! Told them you're Icelandic and still practicing basic English."

Court stifles a smile, but it quickly ends up into a grin. "I can't believe they bought that," he replies teasingly.

You huff proudly. "I can be monumentally persuasive without breaking a sweat."

"What else did you persuaded them to?"

"Nothing, really. They're quick to assume that I'm your tutor."

"Did you tell them we were out late tutoring?"

"Yeah, I did! I told them that you were an immersive learner, you needed environmental stimuli to learn the words. That's why we were outside, and then got attacked by those goons."

Court can't hold back his laugh. And you're immediately infected by it.

"What?" you ask, chuckling.

"You're a very convincing liar." he declares, "I say that as a compliment."

"It wasn't lying if it was partly true."

"I don't think half of it was true. Nevertheless, it was awesome."

"But you are Icelandic, right? I presumed because of the chef-takes-first-spoonful tradition." you snicker and unknowingly place your chin on the edge of his shoulder, inclining your head sideways. "Remember? The night we first met.."

"Yeah," he looks over at you, "how could I forget?"

Court doesn't realize, and neither did you, just how close your faces are. All he knows is that despite your bruised face decorated with cuts, you look pretty. 

You are pretty. 

But he doesn't like you because you're pretty.

You're pretty because he likes you.

Wait, what?

"Hey, noble steed, you aren't moving." you pat his shoulders, chuckling.

Court snaps out of his stupor just as you pull your face off his shoulder. He notices your blushing cheeks, but disregards it for a trick of the light on your bruise.

"Sorry," he mumbles and carefully marches towards the SUV.

Once you're safely situated and buckled up in the backseat, the father-daughter duo chorus a question— "So, where do you live??"

"Jinx," you chuckle and reel out your phone. "I live in—"

Without warning, there's a heavy pounding in your chest. You're about to ignore it when you feel your airway tightening. You furrow your brows as you try to steady your breaths. "I'm okay, just—" you sputter, "Just give me a minute."

"(N/N), what's wrong?!" Kiara unlatches her seatbelt and meticulously sidles from the front seat to the back.

You shut your eyes, but that only made it worse.

The guys who attacked you flash through your head, and you feel their hands on you again.

You snap your eyes open. No one's touching you. Even Claire is just right in front of you.

"I don't think I can go back to my apartment." you confess, gauging their reactions.

"That's.. that's okay, hey," Claire rubs your shoulder.

"The landlord will have me taken care of, I don't—" you shake your head, "I don't want to burden anyone."

"You won't be, (Y/N)." Court declares, frowning at you.

"Yeah, you need help, (N/N). That doesn't mean you're a burden," says Claire. "Do you want to go to Mindy's?"

"No, no.. I don't want to drag her into this."

Court sighs exasperatedly. "Are you serious? Will you stop worrying about others for now?" he questions, though it sounds more of a demand. "Mindy is your friend, and she'd want to get dragged into this. Unless you don't consider her your friend."

"She is. That's why I don't want to go to her right now."

"What the fuck kind of logic is that?"

"Kurt!" Kiara hisses.

"If you're so stressed about me, just leave me at the cafe!" you yell.

"What?!" the father-daughter duo looks at you in disbelief.

You sigh apologetically. "I'm sorry."

They stay silent.

"The cafe is a safe space for me." you disclose, looking at Court and Claire. "I have extra clothes there, some first-aid, and a lounge room where I can rest."

Court breathes out a laugh, shakes his head, and exasperatedly drums his fingers on the wheel. "Yeah, no," he says, facing forward.

You roll your eyes. "What do you mean no?"

He looks over to you, gaze unreadable yet solemn. "I mean, you're staying with us for a few days. And that's final."

A/N: very firm, Courtland Gentry! WE LOVE IT! And not to be conceited or anything, but if you think this main dish is sweet.. wait 'til y'all taste the dessert ☆⌒(≧▽​° )

The keys to Chapter 17 are yet to be found!

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Out On A Limb

Brutal fighting. That's what the wizarding world had succumbed to. Violence. All her life, she had only known the peace of magic. That changed when she became an apprentice at the ministry. She wanted to be an auror. She wanted to restore peace. He who shall not be named had ruined everything for her, and it needed to be set right. Nothing felt normal for her.. not until him. Chapter 16: Months

Venus sat in her room. She was no longer in the House of Black. Her home had been cleaned up rather nicely. The workers who came to her aid even offered to help her finish renovations. The house was finally livable, physically. Mentally, she couldn’t stand the place. The walls were always too close. When she stepped outside, the world spread out so far she couldn’t find the oxygen in the air. Being in the water wasn’t helpful either. The darkness made her shudder, cold water only worsened her mood. When summer came, there was minimal relief. Warmth flooded her home for the first time in months. The warmth never lasted long. She fled her home during the nights, using the time to hunt down Deatheaters who had escaped the wizarding war. 

Each mission was the same. Intel. Hunt. Fight. Prison. Repetition became a two-faced friend. There was a comfort in the motions, one that let her know she had made it yet another day without dying. No matter what injuries she gained. No matter how many times she had to go to St. Mungo’s because her mermaid body couldn’t heal the way a wizard’s body would. Venus had earned a massive collection of scars. A couple burns, over a dozen cuts, and a handful of bruises remained on her skin at all times. Anytime she thought she was finally able to wear a dress again without looking as if someone had gotten up close and person with her, she was thrown across a room or grabbed harshly enough to leave a mark. The pain was welcomed on most days. It made her feel something. Something other than numbness. Something. Pain reminded her she was alive, and that was what mattered. For the most part. She was alive. If you could call the gaunt, pale creature she had become alive. Venus avoided the Ministry of Magic building like the bubonic plague. Seeing Alastor was painful enough. Seeing the guilt in his eyes.. The guilt he had since that night. Since he had left her to her own devices. He wouldn’t even answer the letters she sent him. She had went to St. Mungo’s a few days after Alastor left. Creech had done a good enough job at making sure she didn’t die, but the concussion still needed checked out. A clean bill of health sent her right to work. No congratulations. No mentor to hand her the first mission. Straight to work. A file in her mailbox was the first indication that she was meant to move on. Not that she was capable. Every night was miserable. She missed those breakfast conversations. The quick banters and brief glances. Her life had grown so.. Dull. Alastor was all she could think about anymore. She saw him in the hall occasionally. Even got stuck in an elevator with him once. He wouldn’t spare her a glance. The one thing she craved from him, his acknowledgement, had been denied. So she kept to work.

One particular morning, she stared at her empty mailbox. Untouched for three weeks. That’s how long it had been. Was there no more work? Was the work too difficult? Was she.. Loosing her job? She couldn’t have been. The door opened and she turned, meeting one of her coworkers with a practiced smile. 

“Question. Have you seen anything in my mailbox?” Venus pointed to her mailbox. Her coworker cocked their head. They took their own mail, sorting through a stack of paperwork, mail, and other papers. “Yeah. I was in here yesterday. There was a folder in there. Did you not get it last night?” Venus stood, wide-eyed for a minute. “A folder? Like an assignment? No, I haven’t seen anything for three weeks.” Her coworker shrugged and left. Someone had her work.  She spent the next week coming in early in the morning. Even right as the mailroom opened, her mailbox remained empty. So they were coming in late at night. Wrong. The later she stayed, the less she saw, and the less sleep she had to function from. Money was still coming in regularly. It was like whoever had her work was giving her the money for the missions they were completing. She stepped foot into the mailroom one more time. She waited for hours for anything to slide in, to appear out of thin air. Then something did. A small brown owl fluttered up to the mailbox and tossed in an envelope. On it, was Venus’s full name. The writing was messy and scribbled in a hurry. She opened the envelope, pulling out the wrinkled, stained sheet of paper. The only words written were “House of Black. Sunset.” 

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Author's Note

Hi everyone! I know it's been a LONG TIME. Like. A long. long time. Uhh- quick update. I had a lot of physical therapy that took a ton of class time and my writing time. My back and hips are better now, but still not fully functioning bc my nerves were 100% fucked. I'm back though! Out of high school, working my big girl job, and getting ready for university. I have a lot my time now and two chapters written in advance. I've got them scheduled to come out next week.

V-175, signing off.