#and he's still messed up and extra and not all that trustworthy

[batsovergotham]

Something I giggle about when I saw the gist of the emperor mark fic is just eve and reader being the exact quote "never let your husband stop you from finding your wife"

you and eve are good. you’re not overly close, but there’s a kindness there and there is an unspoken understanding. she’s been through her own mess with mark, and she’s got nothing to prove. she sees how you are with him, with the kids, how you don’t force anything, how you’re just… there. trustworthy. steady. she respects that. maybe even appreciates it more than she lets on. :)

but marky’s different. that kid clings to you without meaning to. like it just happens. like he’s been waiting for someone to feel like home again, and suddenly you’re it. he starts asking for you when he’s sick. sits next to you without thinking about it. follows you around the palace like your shadow. never says why. and then one day, it just slips out. “mom, can you-" you freeze. so does mark. even marky stops, realizing what he said. the room goes quiet for a second too long. but you don’t say anything. you don’t correct him. you just smile, and say, “yeah, of course.” and from that day on, that’s what he calls you. he doesn’t bring it up again. doesn’t ask if it’s okay. he just decides it is and you let it be <3

you know what it means. you know it’s not simple. because it’s not like anissa’s name never comes up. you know about her. you know she was his mom. and you know she’s gone. but it takes time before mark tells you the rest. he doesn’t say it easily. it comes out late one night, quiet and careful, like he’s afraid you’ll look at him differently when it’s all out there.

he doesn’t say the word at first. just calls it what happened. his voice goes flat in places. quiet in others. you feel his shame before you understand the full shape of it. and when the word does come, rape, it breaks something between you that was never built on pain, but needs to hold it. he says it with his head down. like he’s ashamed. like he expects you to flinch. but you don’t. you just sit with it. with him. and when he finally looks up, you take his hand, and you say the only thing that feels right. “thank you for telling me.” you don’t try to fix it. you don’t promise him anything. you just stay.

because when marky calls you “mom” again, and he does, it’s not because he’s trying to forget who she was. it’s because he chose you. because you showed up. because you held space for him without needing to be asked. you didn’t take her place. you just became someone he could trust.

SMALL EXTRA NOTE ABOUT EMPEROR MARK AND HOW HE IS PORTRAYED

yes, the anissa/mark effect of marky is in this fic. yes, i’m keeping it in. and no, i’m not sugarcoating it, skipping over it, or pretending it didn’t fucking happen just to make things easier for the reader. because like it or not? that shit is canon. and it changes him. mark grayson gets violated, full stop. raped. used. stripped of agency and dumped back into a world that never gave him the space to even say it out loud.

it’s not just a “thing that happened.” it shaped him. and the silence around it? that’s part of the saddest parts of his character. so yeah. it’s in here. not for shock value, not for drama, but because i write mark as he is. broken, bruised, trying to parent a child born from something he didn’t consent to, trying to forgive himself for not fighting back, trying to live when the world kept telling him to shut up and lead.

this might be a slice of life + smut fic (and trust, it’s filthy), but i’m not gonna turn mark into some out of character deadbeat just to keep the mood light and horny. like no babe, this man fought to keep marky. he wanted his son. he was grieving, guilty, fucked up over everything with anissa, and still made the choice to raise that boy.

let’s not forget, it wasn’t mark who tried to leave marky behind. it was anissa’s husband who refused to bring him to space. in this fic, scott doesn't fight against it, and mark chose to take marky. chose to be a dad. and yeah, it’s complicated and ugly and the guilt’s still sitting heavy in his chest, but pretending he’s just ignoring his kid for plot convenience? nah. that’s not how we do things over here.

he’s not perfect. he’s deeply traumatized. but he shows up. he doesn’t always know how, he doesn’t always get it right, but the love is real. the weight of it is real. and you see it in how he raises marky, how he lets him in, how he lets you in, not just into his bed, but into his life, into his family.

this fic’s about softness, mess, healing, and yes, getting absolutely FUCKED on a throne, but it’s also about truth. and the truth is, mark grayson didn’t walk away from his kid. he couldn’t.

[fizzingwizard]

it's the end of 2023 and "thief king bakura had a point" isn't a hot take now anymore than it was twenty years ago when we first learned about aknadin's crimes in kul elna

[metranart]

Squid Game AU - JJK Shameless Smut

ft. Yuji x Reader (Nanami/Gojo/Geto and Toge x Reader in complete version)(teaser)

Your hands were shaking too much, you should have died but that pink-haired man saved you. Green light, red light was your favorite game when you were little, but that memory had already been overwritten with this massacre. 

This wasn't a normal game, and even though the rules said that if everyone voted it could be stopped, no one really wanted to leave, not with so much money at stake. What did that say about you?! Your breathing became more labored, your pulse became erratic, you felt cold sweats, you were a ball rocking back and forth in your bed, but instead of feeling better, you felt worse and worse, everything slowly becoming a blur-

"You're about to have a panic attack," It was him again, player number one, the one who saved your life less than five minutes ago. You recognized him immediately, that deep shade of pink styled in an undercut haircut was unmistakable, so cute, it even looked like he had teased it with pomade or a hairspray to mess it up. That sports suit couldn't hide the muscular body underneath. Broad back, big but elegant hands, with a friendly and trustworthy aura. You shouldn't be thinking about that when you were about to faint, ".... if you let me, I can help you."

He suggested, did he wanted to save you again? Really?? who were you to refuse? Your head nodded slightly and before you knew what was happening, your body was already between his open legs, he had climbed onto your bed placing himself behind you and wrapping your small body in his large one. Your back against his strong chest, his head hanging over yours, protectively.

"Feel my breathing and imitate it." This gentle creature suggested calmly, "you can do it, everything is fine, you are fine. I will take care of you." He was saying all the right words, everything anyone would want to hear. He didn't seem scared and that was saying something. You slowly began to relax, the tension in your muscles melting away within the safe embrace of this kind stranger.

"My name is Yuji," he murmured next to your ear, with your eyes closed, his voice sounding deeper, "I'm sure you have a pretty name-"

He was trying to distract you, to comfort you with small talk.

"(Y/N)." It was barely a whisper, but he was paying so much attention to you that he heard it clearly. "I knew it was pretty." 

His cheerful and honest reaction completely brought you out of this nightmare, slowly rocking you within his strong embrace. "Are you feeling better now, (Y/N)?" His question came a few minutes later, once your breathing was calm and pleasant. You slowly opened your eyelids and looked up, where you found him peeking at you from his vantage point, watching you, analyzing you with that gentle, friendly gesture stamped on his handsome face.

"Yeah, thank you," your words now slurred, lazy, "I feel much better, Yuji."

You could almost swear you felt Yuji shiver, the hairs on his arm standing on end, making you wonder what caused it.

"I didn't expect my name to sound so nice in your voice," he chuckled a little embarrassed, realizing you noticed his not-so-subtle reaction, still numb you smiled weakly at him, too comfortable in his arms to notice that detail.

"Seriously, thank you." You repeated, honestly touched, "I'm crushing you, if you want, I can move-"

"You don't bother me," he spat quickly, "...you don't weigh anything, I mean-..." were you making him nervous?  "I... I'd just like to-... let's wait a little longer like this, I feel like you're still a little shaken up. Of course, only if it’s okay with you."

You had never met someone so kind, usually the extra kind were also the ones you had to be more careful with, not knowing if their intentions were true, but this time you gave him the benefit of the doubt. You felt so comfortable and safe curled up next to him that you didn't care, you didn't acknowledge the red flags: the unnecessary possessiveness with which he held you close to him, the murderous glances he sent to any other contestant who dared to lay eyes on you, how he sniffed your hair on the sly and tangled it between his fingers, you were blind to all these curiosities, all in order, of this little piece of heaven. So warm and comfortable and… safe.

Yuji quickly became your shoulder to cry on and even faster he became your safe place, both of you had chosen high beds, side by side, to talk, eat and be together, friends in arms… But that very night you needed more than a friend or an ally.

Yuji opened his sleepy eyelids just to find you watching him from your bed. Hugging your blankets to your chest.

"Is something wrong?” he murmured softly, “Do you want me to accompany you to the bathroom?" asked in a soft, only-to-your-ears hush. 

You shook your head, and the darkness did not allow him to see the blush forming on your face. “I had a nightmare… can I sleep with you?”

It was a mostly innocent proposition, or so you told yourself, refusing to accept the hidden urgent need your body demanded to vent, after seeing all those corpses piling up and you miraculously escaping alive. You wanted to dissipate that energy, rather your body demanded it… and Yuji was so nice, so handsome, so thick and wide… so suitable for the job.

A soft smile took over his lips, no words were needed, he simply opened the sheets for you to enter, and you did, quickly making yourself at home snuggling up against his strong chest.

“A-are you comfortable?” he asked, a little worried about how small you were compared to him, not wanting to crush you.

“Very,” you conceded, snuggling closer and he grinned, pleased. 

You both pretended to sleep for a couple of awkward minutes. Eyes closed, breathing evenly, still, it wasn’t what you were going for, not tonight.

You almost felt bad when, as you pretended to settle more comfortably, you pressed your ass against his crotch. Snuggling his bulge into your warmth, Yuji managed to suppress the moan in time, but you could clearly hear him grit his teeth. His breathing slowly quickened, you did it again, smearing yourself innocently from top to bottom, enjoying the feeling of growing from flaccid to hard, to rock hard. His breathing became a hot mess. The effort to hold back increased by a factor of a thousand.

".... If you let me,” you whispered with cotton candy sweetness, “I can help you."

Using the same words he had used with you. Yuji let out a quiet chuckle under his breath before letting out a shaky, f-fuck between his tight lips.

“-I won’t be able to control myself, (Y/N).” He warned you and only his voice, completely husky and deep, told you how needy you had made him, how much you craved a sweet release too…luckily for him, you needed it even more.

“Everyone is already asleep,” you tempted him, “no one will hear us if we stay quiet.” You turned around and kissed your next words to the soft skin of his neck, “—…tomorrow we could be dead, so what does it matter?”

Yuji didn’t need to hear another word as he was already on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress. Eagerly bucking his hips against your warm center over your pants, your face hugged by his strong palms as he stole your breath, kiss after kiss after kiss.

Without warning, you squeezed his erect cock over the fabric of his pants and he groaned hoarsely. A tender laugh accompanied your quiet ‘shhhhhh’, making him chuckle and press his forehead against yours. Those brown eyes were now pools of unbridled lust, no gentleness in them.

“You're a breath of fresh air, (Y/N)-..." Yuji said, lost in thought, as if it were a revelation, as if he had been waiting for you all his life, "... I swear that if we get out of here alive, I’ll follow you everywhere… just point the way.”

You caressed his cheek tenderly with your thumb, looking straight into those honest eyes. He was pouring his heart out to you, but this wasn’t the place nor the time to make such promises, you barely know each other but given the circumstances you could easily understand the intensity of his statement, "-first, we have to get out of here alive."

He smirked. "Deal."

The pink-haired didn’t waste any more time, within seconds he was pulling his shirt over his head, even in the dim light you could see how muscular and ripped his torso was, a damn work of art. Biting your lip, he straddled you, so his hands slowly slid under your shirt, searching for your breasts.

“Oh, so soft and nice, gorgeous.” Yuji praised softly, squeezing in a provocative, exploratory manner and when you mewled, his smile grew bigger. Yuji licked his lips, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, staring into your eyes the whole time, holding your gaze, gauging your reactions, what you liked, how you liked it.

“Perfect fit,” he boasted, marveling, “we are SO made for each other.” Handful after handful of your breast making him painfully HARD. You were tailor-made for him. 

Those little moans of yours throwing him off balance sooner than anticipated, the clothes had to come off, and shuffling a little with your clothes, a huge smile curved his lips as he finally had you naked and at his mercy.

"What a glorious sight." 

A quiet mhmmm sound rumbled in gentle encouragement for him to keep going, and then he took just one more second to admire you, etching you into his soul.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that you have me under your spell.”

Such a cute smile from you could almost make him explode inside his pants, but instead, he cleared his throat, kicked his pants down, and tightened his hold on your body, dragging you up with his forearms until you were straddling his thick erection. 

“I can try to be gentle.” He brushed your lips with the whispered words, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“Yuji,” his name trembled on your lips. “You can take me however you want as long as you make me forget this place…” You lowered your hips and smeared your wet pussy all over his throbbing cock, coating it with your juices for easy access. “I want you to make me feel good.” You felt vulnerable, not enough for him to be taking advantage, but enough to let him have you as he wanted. “Don’t hold back.”

Yuji looked like something took over him, desire reflected deep in his brown eyes, and you couldn't look away from him.

“Definitely, mine.” His husky voice said above you. “Then, I'll take care of you.” 

You arched your back as you felt him enter you, slow and sure, letting you feel every ridge of his thick cock stretching you like no one had ever done before.

"Halfway there, pretty," he growled breathlessly, already dizzy from how tight you were. "...fucking tight, little thing. I ne-need to go... ball's deep inside you, baby..." his hips pushed your legs wider, excitement dancing in his eyes, always inspecting your face for any sign of discomfort, earning inch by inch, "Oh, I'm gonna-..." your breath hitched, and toes curled, "---I’m gonna fill you up gooood."

Muffling the cry into his shoulders, you feel awfully full and cramped. Yuji was huge, like a forearm entering you.

“This,” Yuji managed, finally bottoming out inside you, “this is fucking heaven.”

You gasped, close to tears just from the effort of keeping it in, "...move," you hated how needy you sounded. “Good girl.” He murmured, obviously appreciating your efforts. “I know you can take it, (Y/N) …”

He grabbed your hips and forced you to slide up and down his thickness, knocking the wind out of you when you felt the amazing friction. The obscene noises you hear coming from his parted lips a hundred times more exciting that him fucking you like this, raw and deep, without an inch of fucking restraint, forcing that thick, vulgar cock all the way out only to plunge back into the hilt, again and again and again, picking up the speed a little with each thrust.

“A-Are you still with me?” Yuji chuckled breathlessly, checking out your flushed cheeks, your sweaty forehead, your eyeballs rolled to the back of your skull, already drunk on cock, yet you took it like a champ. “That’s my good girl,” he praised, pleased, “don't faint on me just yet.” 

You had summoned this frenzied exhilaration in him, now you were responsible for squeezing every last drop out of him, keeping it inside and giving him a whole litter.

Rough fingers kept you effectively anchored to his groin, too marveled with the way your breast bounced in time with his frantic pounding. He could only grin like a madman in response to your pathetic expression as he continued to unleash ruin on your helpless and completely conquered cunt.

“Y’know,” he said conversationally, disturbingly stretched grin and unfaltering brown gaze betraying his jovial tone and innocently cocked head, “I’m really glad, I got into these games… as a player, for once.”

As a player?... The little mind you had at that moment didn't know how to interpret his words. For once?... Wasn't there only one person who could win the game? Has he been here before? 

All these doubts didn't have much time to bear fruit, as soon this position bored him and you squirmed, face first against the soft mattress as his hot, sweaty and terribly muscled body pinned you to the sheets, his hips never skipping a single thrust.

"I like you better like this," he said more to himself than you. “You likin' it, pretty?” he kissed the question on the side of your face, holding you firm and still, his large hands like handcuffs around your wrists, “you like how deep I can go? Can you see how you’re panting for it.”

This Yuji seemed different, truly condescending and possessive, not the gentle, safe guy who had comforted you hours ago. To your surprise, it wasn’t unwelcome, he knew how to put you in your place, and he definitely knew how to make you cum, because his thumb had slid under your bodies and almost like a bloodhound found your clit, which he now bullied with circles, fast or extra slow, reading you like an expert until you saw nothing but starlight and fireworks.

“Ahhhh-…” 

Your delirious moan was muffled by one of his large palms, while the other held both of your wrists inside without any problem, his cock undoing you throughout the convulsing and completely spasmodic orgasm. Making you squirt like crazy, which only helped make the friction more pleasurable and easier.

“Such a good girl…” Yuji cooed, and a moan escaped your lips, his praise making your gummy walls tighten around him. “Now, I’m going to cum inside you.”

He told you, but you could barely register what he was saying, too far gone on your high from being used. A dopey grin plastered on your muffled lips, and he let go, only to grab your chin, tilting you up to make you look at him, your eyes bright in a permanent daze. “That was just the beginning, are you sure you can handle the rest?”

“I-I’m sure,” your voice shook but your resolve didn’t. You wanted to feel him cum inside you, your body rocking and shuddering, just to the thought of it.

“Then-… eyes on me. Always watching me. Look at me while I claim you. Look at me when I make you cum.” You didn’t know how to look away, and he smirked. “Look at me or I’ll die.”  

He gave you a wet, sloppy thrust pumping his cock into you and then fucked you stupid for the rest of the fucking night, bending you over in every possible position he could think of, cumming inside you over seven times, leaving your belly full of his cum. It was amazing, it was an incredible feat… but the real feat was cleaning up afterward, and yet somehow, he did it, alone, because at some point in the night you passed out.

A huge grin on your lips the only indication that you had been fucked to exhaustion. That and the video from the security cameras that saw absolutely everything…

“What an interesting player we have in these games,” said the square mask to his most loyal guards, who grinned mischievously beneath their triangle masks, licking their lips like cats eyeing a bowl of sweet milk that was no doubt meant for them. “I agree with player one, what a glorious sight this little player is, we’ll have to keep a close eye on her.”

....READ THE 10,000 WORD FIC COMMISSION IN HERE! (Includes NSFW art from scenes of the fic and lots of smut. Plus, lot of JJK NSFW content in general) ;)

[multiheadcanons]

THE MERCS DOING MY HAIR CAUSE IM SICK OF DOING IT

scout: scout would say no until his first kid is on the way. then he’s asking if he can try different things on my hair to figure out what the fuck to do with any of it. it is a grueling process. a lot of him absolutely yanking my shit out, not fully rinsing the shampoo, matting my hair up, it might get bad enough that i have to shave my head. i wouldn’t even be mad until after it’s buzzed. then, i will be so upset. but i think scout would do absolutely everything in his power to detangle my hair before grabbing the clippers. he’d pay out of pocket for a real, good hair stylist, and then ask them questions and take notes.

soldier: soldier would hear me give a frustrated screech in the bathroom and come clippers in hand. that’s the only time i can trust soldier. he isn’t a hairstylist by any means, but if i even get the passing thought to shave my head he is there and ready. if soldier and i were friends, i would probably never have long hair again. i’d have to buy him some clipper guards, so i’m not going to the skin every single time. but i wouldn’t mind it if soldier was exclusively my barber, because i don’t mind having short hair. and he wouldn’t lie and tell me that he would know what to do with my hair.

pyro: i would be so frightened of letting pyro near my hair because i use flammable hair products. pyro can come mess with my hair if they leave every fire starting or sustaining device outside of the door. not a match, not a lighter, not a tiny bottle of oil, nothing. otherwise, pyro cannot come near my hair. pyro can appreciate the hours of crying i put into it to achieve the final product, and i still would not let them touch my hair. sorry pyro.

demoman: demo, my beloved. completely trustworthy, he can do my hair if he asked. the first person i would probably go to for my hair when i get sick of having to do it and i don’t want to shave it. he wouldn’t want to wash it, but he’s happy to style it from there. he will pop me with the brush if i move too much, but he’s got the braiding pressure of an angel. not too tight, but never loose. he will be very upset if i’m not wearing my bonnet in my off time. doesn’t often let my hair just be down, and that’s fine because i don’t like it down often either. best for protective hairstyles.

heavy: heavy is one of the last resorts for getting my hair done. he’d have to come in to me in tears about my hair to even offer, and i wouldn’t bother him to ask if i can do it myself. he’s not fancy with it or anything. gets it washed, gets it conditioned, braids it and puts it in a bun. it’ll work for the day, and hopefully tomorrow i’ll have the energy to do something to it. i’m thankful when he offers. he’s gentle, even if it takes him hours to get it done. and he doesn’t offer unless he has the time. and he’s so big that it doesn’t take much for him to keep my head still as he brushes my hair into place. it’s a relaxing time. i appreciate it when he’s willing to do my hair for me.

engineer: he won’t wash it for me or anything, but if i’m rushing to put my hair in braids then he’ll come be an extra set of hands. he’s not particularly fast, but the braids are tight and he catches on quickly, so it’s more of knowing it’s a good job as opposed to a fast one. generous with the product and i don’t even blame him. my hair gets dry quickly, so the longer it’s moisturized the better my hair will work with him. it’s nice when he’s willing to help. he makes good small talk and can keep an upbeat attitude as we hit the first hour of fucking with my hair. we’re all pretty exhausted by hour three, but at that point we’re done. we’ll split a beer while we work on it.

medic: the doctor will freak me out because he will ask me if he could play with my hair before i’m ever annoyed with it. he’s also the one who would lack the tact and touch my hair if it’s down. i’d be too stunned to speak, at first, but i would also like him too much to push him away from it. he will wear me down to the point where i would let him play with my hair. and he would keep me in the bathroom for hours. washing, conditioning it, doing one elaborate updo; taking it down and repeating the process until he was satisfied with his work. he will almost always end up leaving it down. likes hand manipulating each and every curl and that is the longest part of the process. i get annoyed when he starts trying to put bows in my hair. i’m the only one who puts bows in my hair, doctor… but i start wearing bows more often. if i didn’t know any better i’d think he likes me or something.

sniper: if i ask snipes to do my hair we’re both crying in the bathroom. it’s to the point he’s yelling at me why i would involve him in this madness of hair and desperation, and i sob back that i just don’t know; i’m too attached to my hair to cut it and please god just help me, man, i can’t do it alone. it’s long breaks and deep sighs. it’s a fair bit of wretching as we peel casts of wet hair off of our hands. if i ask him again after this he’s bringing scissors, he’s not playing this damn game again. i leave with a lovely bob. i’ll probably buzz it if he cuts it too short and i can’t pull it back into a ponytail. sometimes he can give a hellishly cute pixie cut.

spy: while he’s phenomenal at working with my hair, i never like to ask him. he pulls my shit back so tight i get headaches. tight french braids, pinned up and off of my shoulders. a god with a bobby pin. will also hit me with the brush if i move too much but he is genuinely snatching my scalp like i owe him money. always gorgeous finished products, and he’s fast with it. smokes while he does my hair. reminds me of my grandma when he starts cussing at me in a different language. the only man who can truly get my hair pin straight. but it takes a while. i am always very thankful when he offers to do my hair, and he never asks often enough for me to tell him no, but i desperately wish he would stop demolishing my head to do these styles.

[daeyeol4you]

The Chay Rewatch ep 7

Ep 1 & 2, Ep 3, Ep 4, Ep 5, Ep 6

Ep 7 - Of course this is how Kim falls in love

Time: 16:27 -17:27 – Macau Spotting!

Macau’s Outfit: he is literally wearing the same school uniform as Chay. This could have opened so many plotlines, especially if the show wanted to place Chay in a love triangle mirroring Porsche’s.

Macau looks so bored at the table until Vegas shows up, and Vegas looks so excited to see him! I know this whole scene is an act put on by the minor family to lure Porsche away, but that’s the one time we see Vegas’ true feelings. He’s genuinely so happy to see his little brother. Macau, in turn, is so happy to see him because no one else was acknowledging him. Though the second Porsche sits next to him and he sees the act Vegas is putting on, he's over it.

I do wonder if Porsche clocked Macau’s uniform and wondered if this was a threat against his brother. Probably not, love Porsche, but Porchay definitely took most of the puzzle-solving abilities (I’m not calling it smarts because it's not. It’s the ability to connect dots, and Porsche is canonically incapable of doing that)

Time: 17:51 – 19:12 – Theerapanyakul Courting Habits

I SEE TRINKETS! Y’all know I love to analyze trinkets.

The Nefertiti bust makes a reappearance as does the white bird statue

A tiny microscope like one from a child’s play science set.  Was this Porchay’s as a kid or Porsche’s? Those sets aren’t exactly cheap, and I don’t think Porsche could have afforded one when they were kids. Which means it could be something their parents bought for Porsche. Interesting.

An ornate hourglass with black and gold details, including wings on top that look Ancient Egyptian in design from the half second the camera pans over it.

This is the first episode to show both Macau and Chay

Do you all think it’s a genetic trait for Theerapanyakul boys to show up unannounced at the Kittisawat house to bamboozle the person they’re obsessively in love with? Kinn did it, Kim did it, and Korn (& Gun) did it

Chay’s outfit: a pale blue/purple (Depending on the light I couldn’t really tell) shirt with the word Vendredi on it and cream-colored shorts. Vendredi is French for Friday, and I honestly don’t think it has anything to do with the scene outside of the color looking cute. His hair is also extra fluffy in this scene.

The absolute panic Porchay goes through when he sees how messy the house is, I felt that

Kim just going Oh, but I’m already here. Why don’t you let me help with that problem? With his little bitchy lean (I love him) as he watches Chay THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOW

Chay’s little wave! Baby boy he just saw you panic cleaning and lying about it! You can’t dissolve that embarrassment by being cute!

Kim’s outfit: a muddy olive green shirt with leather pants and the usual silver accessories. This is the first time we see his safety pin necklace though I’m pretty sure.

Time: 22:01 – 22:52 – Macau Spotting 2.0

Macau gets to be slightly evil and manipulative without judgment, as a treat

The way Porsche should have one hundred percent said oh my brother goes to your school; it would be so in character for him to just blurt that out here. He still finds Vegas marginally trustworthy, and it’s the kind of segue that Porsche would think of.

Time: 23:29 - 31:31 - Chay please clean your house

You can see the freakout Chay is having in his eyes. Also, the way he is clutching his dirty laundry because he was so panicked he forgot to put it down before scampering to let Kim in.

Not Kim wearing full-on leather pants to a ‘tutoring session,’ sir.

Not me accidentally pausing and getting a great shot of Kim holding the guitar (23:35, the veins my dudes the veins)

Chay, I need you to stop being so Baby while Kim looks like That. My heart can’t take the two opposing forces

“It's not a mess.” – Kim I know you’re lying to Chay in general but don’t lie about that

the fucking gong when they show the mess! Chay lying about it being Porsche! Kim’s little laugh!

Not the back shot of Kim exposing him for having literally no ass, made even worse by the fact that he’s in leather pants

The matter-of-fact way Chay talks about his parents’ death. He’s not broken by it the same way Porsche is because he doesn’t remember them. And I’m not saying that’s bad! It's just a detail that strikes me. Chay grieves the idea of parents while Porsche grieves the real people. Chay’s also gotten through it in a way I doubt Porsche ever could.

Kim actually has a flicker of emotion on his face just before he says sorry. He knows what it's like to lose a parent (because his mom is def dead, Korn wouldn’t allow a divorce)

This whole ep is full of manipulative gift-giving. Vegas with the bike and Kim with the guitar. Kim impatiently cuts off Chay’s refusal so he can go snoop. At least allow Chay to be grateful before you go searching Kim!

Okay the more I look at this shirt the more purple it seems to me, am I the only one?

Chay’s little thank you and the jump! The panic he goes through when he remembers his Wik shrine!

The interest growing in Kim’s eyes as Chay frantically guards his bedroom. Internally happy screaming because he’s gonna find a clue! (Sike! You catch feelings instead)

How the hell have Porsche and Chay afforded their big house? No joke, that place is huge for two orphans

Kim, getting food after a tutoring session can be considered a date. Please be aware of that when you are thinking of ways to get the kid with an obvious crush on you out of the house. I adore the cute manipulative scrunched up face he makes though

Chay, please stop swinging your brand-new guitar around! You are giving me anxiety!

The switch from Wik to Kim is so subtle but so real. Jeff is such a great actor

Chay really likes collages, he has a few in his room (yes I’m counting the Wik Shrine) very art kid of him

Are those baseball helmets on top of his bookshelf? He also has another hourglass and a pic of his parents alongside a ton of trophies

Not Kim literally falling for Chay only after seeing his stalker shrine, bro get off of the floor! This is freak for freak behavior Kim!

The music in this scene kills me because it's so dramatic and meant to invoke horror at seeing this insane stalker side of Chay, but then the music shifts to WDYS and the camera turns to Kim and he’s literally bashfully smiling! He’s practically kicking his feet going he likes me!

Kim saying thank you in his suddenly deep ass voice, the seduction of Chay has begun I see

“I’ll let you try writing a love song.” – Yeah so he can serenade you

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been in love?” “Do you like anyone?” – Chay 100% sees Kim’s intentions with that one and runs with it. Kim, you opened a door, and now Chay is in your house, he's redecorating

The head pat – once again hate to see others living your dream!!

I could write a billion words about the facial expressions in this scene but Tumblr has character limits. Kim is just so soft staring at Chay now while Chay has this knowing look on his face

Overall Chay Rating (Chrating): A+

This episode was so good on the Chay content even though we only got one Chay outfit. Chay’s genuinely a really happy kid (which often gets mistaken for naivety), and it's really nice seeing him so happy. Kim falling for him was inevitable because they are Freak for Freak, and it's so in character for Kim to actually develop feelings after seeing the stalker board. We even got to see Macau twice in this episode, so not only was this a great Chay ep but also a great little bro ep

[grailfinders]

Fate & Phantasms Viewers' Choice #14: Oberon

today on Fate and Phantasms we’re making the king of the faeries Oberon, who just so happens to be FGO’s very first pret- Ruler/Rider/Caster/Archer. and nothing else. He’s mostly a Swarmkeeper Ranger, both to summon tons of bugs as well as copy other classes, but we’ll also dip into Archfey just a bit for some extra goodies. not warlock, just archfey. because Oberon is obviously a faerie, duh.

check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

Race and Background

obviously Oberon’s a faerie, right? but he can’t fly, so we’ll have to get “creative” and make him a Custom Lineage instead. custom lineage could be anything- it could even be a faerie! with this, he gets +2 Dexterity, as well as a small size, Darkvision for 60’, and the Skulker feat to make your totally faerie eyes even better. with this, you can hide while lightly obscured, and your ranged attacks don’t alert your target to your location, what with you being an archer and all. you also don’t have disadvantage on perception checks in dim light, so darkvision works for you the way everyone thinks it does!

You might be a king, but it’s a faerie position, so we’re messing with the Noble background a bit for proficiency in History and Deception. not that you’d lie though, right? faeries are always trustworthy. that’s… a typo.

Ability Scores

you’re so trustworthy your Charisma is as high as you can get it off the bat. after that is Wisdom for the majority of your spells, and also so you can detect other people lying to you. third up is Intelligence, mostly because faeries aren’t particularly strong physically. your Dexterity is above average, but that’s mostly since we need it for multiclassing (and your first feat). we’re still not dumping Constitution though; we don’t want you getting squashed like a bug after all. that means your Strength is pretty low. it’s hard to get good leverage when you’re floating.

Class Levels

1. Ranger 1: we’re starting with the physical class since this way you can get proficiency in Insight to tell lies (from truth) as well as in Animal Handling; Nature; plus, Strength and Dexterity saves. for even more skill power, you’re also Canny in Deception, doubling your proficiency bonus right away.

if that’s not enough, you get a Favored Enemy this level, giving you advantage on checks to track or recall information about them. FGO Oberon is specifically anti-human, but DND Oberon is going to spread the love to another kind of humanoid as well, go nuts.

2. Ranger 2: second level rangers get a Fighting Style, so pick up Blind Fighting to make your special eyes even specialer. this gives you blindsight up to 10’ away, and you can see invisible creatures in that range as well. If you’re going to see their lies, you have to see them first, right?

you can also cast Spells using your Wisdom, spells like Animal Friendship and Speak with Animals. bugs are animals, right? yeah, probably.

3. Ranger 3: at level three you get even buggier when you become a Swarmkeeper, allowing you to command a Gathered Swarm that hangs out in your space. they don’t have to be insects, but obviously we want that for this character. once per turn you can use your swarm to deal extra damage, push the target if they fail a strength save, or move yourself five feet, all after hitting an enemy with any kind of attack.

you also gain Swarmkeeper Magic, a couple extra spells you gain each time you get a new level of spells. Faerie Fire lights up everyone in an area with fireflies, giving everyone advantage to hit them. given how much you love literally swarming people, that’s huge. you also learn Mage Hand, which is just sending a swarm of moths to pick something up for you. on top of all that, you still get your regular spell for the level, so pick up Detect Magic to make your faerie eyes even faerer.

finally, you gain Primal Awareness, giving you an even bigger spell list. or it would, if we didn’t also pick a lot of these for your normal spell list. you can switch things up on your own time if you’d like, but basically this just means you have a free casting of Speak with Animals every day now. turns out the faerie is a pretty magic-heavy build, who could’ve possibly guessed?

4. Ranger 4: use this level to bump up your Wisdom for stronger spells and stronger eyes. you don’t actually need good wisdom for conjure animals, but we’re still a good eight levels away, so we have to do something in the meantime.

5. Ranger 5: speaking of something in the meantime, a fifth level ranger can make an Extra Attack each attack action. you’ll never be as good as a “real” archer, but you’re good enough to fake it, that’s the important part.

you also learn plenty of second level spells this level, letting you send out your bugs to Locate Objects, finding either one of a generic kind of object, or a specific one you’ve seen before, as long as its within 1,000 feet of you on casting.

alternatively, you can also use your spider friends to make Webs, slowing down enemies. you can even set them on fire for extra fun! finally, you can use Beast Sense as your primal awareness, letting you see through a willing creature’s eyes and ears for up to one hour. while doing so, you can’t see through your own, but who doesn’t want to be a fly on the wall from time to time? sadly this spell is concentration, so you can’t summon your own moths, but uh… I think you’ll be able to find a bug somewhere you can work with.

6. Warlock 1: okay, we’ve got stuff we can do while we multiclass, so now let’s multiclass! at level one you… “become” an Archfey, giving you a Fey Presence to frighten or charm nearby creatures around you for a round once per short rest. you also get access to a special extended spell list we won’t be using right now.

instead, pick up Eldritch Blast for your “caster” balls, Minor Illusion to illusion minorly, and Charm Person and Sleep for literally 90% of Oberon’s deal. like, that’s it, he charms people, and he sleeps ‘em. you’re good now.

7. Warlock 2: second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations, letting you put on an Armor of Shadows so you can still fight in a button-up, and Mask of Many Faces, in case you want to disguise your true form for some reason. like a silly prank, or so on.

speaking of pranks, you can Distort Value to make something more or less attractive than it really is. why, with this, you could make someone fall in love with a literal ass! (not really bc it only affects objects, but I guess you could kill him and resurrect him after the spell is cast? seems kind of dark tbh.)

8. Warlock 3: at level three you take on the Pact of the Blade, giving you a magical weapon you can summon and cast your spells through as an action. you can turn any magical weapon into your pact weapon over a short rest, or you can just make a new one every time, allowing you to disguise yourself as any class.

you can also Calm Emotions. it’s like charm person, but in reverse.

9. Ranger 6: sixth level rangers can hate even more humanoids as their Favored Enemies, and they’re also Roving, giving you an extra 5’ of movement speed. always useful.

10. Ranger 7: seventh level swarmkeepers command a Writhing Tide, allowing you to ride on your swarm for a minute a couple times a day. they’re not fast, but flight is flight. like 2/3rds of the monster manual can’t hit you if you’re more than 10’ above the ground.

you can also cast Aid to improve the HP totals of your allies for eight hours. obviously the smart play is to boost your actual human player friends, but the fun thing is to empower your bugs. we’ll get those in a second, don’t you worry.

11. Ranger 8: at level eight you can bump up your Dexterity with this ASI for more AC as well as stronger attacks, and you can also Land’s Stride, letting you ignore difficult terrain caused by plants, as well as giving you advantage on saves caused by plants. bug types resist grass types, after all. if all else fails, I know pokemon logic will never betray me.

12. Ranger 9: speaking of plants, ninth level rangers can Speak with Plants easier thanks to Primal Awareness, and can cast Gaseous Form thanks to swarm magic. it’s like that swarm flying thing, but worse since you can’t attack during it and it uses concentration.

you can Conjure Animals though, and that’s huge. you can summon up to 8 CR ¼ beasts (hellwasp grubs, giant wolf spiders, giant centipedes), four CR ½ beasts (Giant Dragonflies, Fiendish Giant Spiders, Awakened Giant Wasps) two CR 1 beasts (Spider Kings, Ice Spiders, Giant Spiders, Giant Flying Spiders) or one CR 2 beast (Ice Spider Queen). they stick around for an hour or until ko’d, and they will obey your commands without needing an action to do so. I’m going to be honest; the CR 1 or 2 options are pretty much useless unless you want a cool mount. in combat, quantity almost always trumps quality- with enough attacks aimed at one creature, something’s going to hit, and more importantly, if you’re fighting a physical attacker, they have to waste at least one attack per body to get to you. (also, I highly recommend you introduce your DM to mob rules before trying this, otherwise combat will take forever.)

13. Ranger 10: tenth level rangers are Tireless, letting you recover from exhaustion over short rests and heal yourself with temporary HP as an action a couple times per day. you can also put on Nature’s Veil as a bonus action, becoming invisible for the rest of the round for a couple times a day.

14. Ranger 11: an eleventh level swarmkeeper commands a Mighty Swarm, increasing every effect you can use after attacks. now they deal more damage, knock creatures prone, and you gain half cover when moved, giving you a +2 bonus to AC and dex saves for a round.

finally, if you want to fuck up someone’s sleep cycle you can blast Daylight pretty much whenever you want. good news, the night’s over. bad news, you got two hours of sleep. that would stun just about anyone a turn later.

15. Ranger 12: use this level to bump up your Dexterity again for more AC and better physical attacks. rangers like dex, that’s why it’s a multiclassing requirement.

16. Ranger 13: thirteenth level rangers get fourth level spells, letting you become a Guardian of Nature to turn you a little more buggy, but physically this time. a Primal Beast has faster movement, better darkvision, and can make physical attacks easier for some berserking, but we’re more here for the Great Tree, giving you temporary HP, advantage on constitution saves and dexterity attacks, and while they’re not busy lifting you your swarm makes difficult terrain for your enemies.

speaking of your swarm, you can also use them to Locate Creatures or create an Arcane Eye. the former is like locate object- pick either a general type of creature or a specific one you’ve seen before, and if there’s one within 1,000 feet of you you’ll know where it is. the difference is this one’s blocked by water instead of lead. most bugs don’t swim well. the latter lets you see through an invisible floating eye for up to an hour, and you can move it up to 30’ as an action, with no maximum limit. this also doesn’t blind you to your surroundings, so it’s consequence-free info!

17. Ranger 14: fourteenth level rangers get another round of Favored Enemies. you get three guesses what we’re picking here.

more importantly, you can also Vanish as a bonus action. it’s just hiding, but given your skulker-i-ness, you can hide a lot more often than you’d think. you also can’t be tracked except by magic, which makes sense since it’s really hard to track a moth around.

18. Ranger 15: fifteenth level swarmkeepers have a Swarming Dispersal at their disposal- when you take damage, you can react to gain resistance to that damage, then teleport up to 30’ away proficiency times a day.

to make yourself even more slippery, you can use Freedom of Movement to make it impossible to keep you bound in non-magical shackles. you can also ignore difficult terrain.

19. Ranger 16: use this last ASI to bump up your Charisma for better truth-telling and stronger caster balls.

20. Ranger 17: seventeenth level rangers finally get fifth level spells. Commune with Nature is both the spell I’d pick anyway, and the one you get from your primal awareness. with this, you can send out bugs to give you knowledge of the landscape for 3 miles around you, giving you knowledge about three of the following- general terrain, flora and fauna, powerful extraplanar beings, influence from other planes, and any buildings.

most importantly, you can also cast Insect Plague now. with this, you can create a 20’ sphere of locusts, rendering anything in the area lightly obscured, and turning the area into difficult terrain. creatures entering the area or ending their turn there need to make a constitution save, or they get bit up.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

you can pretend to be just about any class, and that makes you pretty darn flexible. you’ve got social skills out of combat, and you’re just as comfortable supporting your party or dealing damage in combat as well. your biggest weakness is your lack of healing, but that’s what you’re lying to Castoria for.

you specialize in sneaking around and gaining information with your literal bugs everywhere. you can turn invisible, you’re great at hiding, and of course, being a literal fly on the wall never hurt your odds.

while you’re sneaking around and not in front of the enemy, you can still have a presence on the battlefield with all your freaking bugs. while most of your insects can be taken out easily by a fireball, having 16 extra bodies on the battlefield is a great distraction for the rest of the party.

Cons:

that flexibility comes at a cost- you’re pretty MAD (multi-ability dependent), thanks to your multiclassing requirements hitting three different stats at once. that means we had to spend all your ASIs being okay at what you’re supposed to do, and none of them went towards your constitution. as a consequence…

you get squashed easily, with just over 100 HP and an AC of 17, you’ll get crushed once a berserker gets you in range.

there’s all these fiddly little things that don’t quite work in this build. you can make tons of attacks with your insects, but none of them are “yours”, so they can’t use Gathered Swarm. warlock multiclassing is nice, but it doesn’t give you higher level spell slots, hurting your upcasting options. also, sleep is a cool low-level spell, but it doesn’t scale that well as you level up. it’s fun when it works though.

[slasherhaven]

Slashers reaction to the reader referring to them as their boyfriend/partner to other people for the first time?

The Slashers reacting to their S/O referring to them as their Boyfriend/Girlfriend to other people for the first time:

Thomas Hewitt

It was no secret that you and Tommy were together, always by each other’s side, acting lovesick. 

Luda May wasn’t shy about voicing your relationship, already referring to you as Thomas’ partner and to Thomas as your boyfriend, she already had her mind set on a future of weddings and grandbabies. 

Her talk had always made the two of you flustered and embarrassed, neither of you really confirming her claims of your relationship.

You had been down at the gas station with Luda May and Thomas, she had asked Thomas to come to help move some crates and you had already been there to help her watch the place.

A group of travellers had pulled in, getting some gas and stocking up on snacks.

Being a friendly and trustworthy face, you were sent out to greet them and ask if they needed assistance. Thomas had been lifting another crate and had looked over to you, always protective over you, especially when it came to strangers. Eventually one of the men had commented on Tommy’s staring as he worked, scoffing to himself.

“Oh, that’s Tommy, my boyfriend. He’s just a little protective, you never know the type you might run into ‘round here” you reassured them with a smile, fully knowing that it was the Hewitt family that nobody wanted to run into around here.

Of course, Thomas overheard you, and your declaration instantly made him blush, quickly busying himself with his work again.

He’s overjoyed though, hearing you refer to him as your boyfriend, sounding so proud of him, he loved you so much and each day you convinced him that you felt the same. He also likes that these strangers know that you’re together.

Michael Myers

You were seeing some friends and Michael had gotten bored, heading out to find you and continue with his usual stalker shenanigans since he seems to enjoy stalking you when he’s bored and you’ve left him at home. He saw you talking to some of your friends, you were saying goodbye.

They had tried to get you to stay a little longer but you had smiled, telling them that you had to get home to your boyfriend. Of course they had demanded to finally meet this mysterious boyfriend but you shook your head at them before heading home, where Michael would already be when you arrived.

So, you had been referring to him as your boyfriend to your friends for a little while...he isn’t going to bring it up, he’ll act like he never heard it, like he was at home this whole time.

He won’t say anything but he ponders it for a moment, if that’s how you want to refer to him...he’s more than okay with that. Maybe more okay with it than he would admit to himself.

Jason Voorhees

You had gone on a walk through the woods and had wandered into the old camp. You hadn’t been aware of intruders but accidently stumbled upon a group of trespassers who had just arrived and where getting bags out of their car.

The group had turned to you, surprised but friendly. You, on the other hand, panicked a little, knowing you shouldn’t interact with them too much. Jason would be coming to deal with them some time soon. 

“Uh sorry...I was just looking for my boyfriend...bye!” you practically ran off, back towards the cabin, knowing that Jason would want you to be somewhere safe and out of the way. 

Jason had seen it all from his hidden spot in the trees. At first he had been worried when you stumbled upon the group, worried that you would get hurt or something.

But his heart fluttered when he heard you referring to him as your boyfriend, liking the way it sounded and how it made him feel.

You had been staying with him for a while now and the two of you had become close, certainly entering a more romantic relationship. But that was the first time you had used the title, and you had done so with so much ease.

Yes, he was your boyfriend, and he adored you.

Brahms Heelshire

You and Brahms were certainly dating, at least he definitely thought so and believed that you did too.

The delivery boy had come with your most recent grocery delivery, and you had answered the door. 

The two of you were chatting for a while, slowly irritating Brahms, who was sure that the delivery boy had a thing for you.

You had never really thought the delivery boy liked you but he was getting friendlier lately and you knew how much it bothered Brahms, so you had just casually slipped in some talk about your boyfriend (not mentioning Brahms’ name of course), just to get the point across to both of them.

The delivery boy had always been friendly and that had always made Brahms a little jealous but now that the man knows that you have a boyfriend, Brahms feel more confident that he won’t try anything and it makes him just a little less jealous.

Brahms is looking pretty smug when you close the front door and he comes to greet you, you barely have the chance to roll your eyes at him before he’s pulling you into a kiss. 

You can’t help but smile fondly at how proud and happy he seems with his new title.

Bo Sinclair

You and Bo had been getting closer, what you had definitely wasn’t ‘casual’ but neither of you had really talked about it. Bo didn’t like talking about that kind of stuff and you didn’t want to bring it up and put him in a bad mood. 

It was fine...until a group of visitors arrived in Ambrose.

It wouldn’t be the first time that a woman had flirted with Bo and he had allowed it, even flirted back to lull the strangers into a false sense of security. This would be the first time it made you jealous and you had every right to feel that way.

The flirtatious woman had laid it on fairly thick, Bo had only chuckled but hadn’t really returned the flirtations. You appreciated that but you still wished he would just tell her to stop or be a little less encouraging. You understood, you just didn’t like it.

Bo was looking at their car while you went to tell the group what was going on, telling them that ‘your boyfriend was just checking their car and should be done soon, he’s very good at his job’. You saw how the woman pulled a face at that, which satisfied you at least a little.

Bo had already been on his way over and had overheard how you had referred to him, making him smirk to him, both because of the title but also because of your jealousy. 

Now, he just had to mess with you.

He walked over, announcing that their car needed a new fan-belt as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.

You knew that he was being extra obvious in front of the woman, probably more to mess with you than anything, and you knew that he was going to tease you for this later on...but at least he was showing off your relationship in front of these strangers.

Vincent Sinclair 

When visitors to Ambrose came by, Vincent would watch from a distance (especially when it came to you, just to make sure you were safe). 

He’d listen to conversation he could catch, and he was currently listening to you speaking with the group about their car that they needed help with.

“Sure, I’ll just get my boyfriend, Vincent, to go pick up your car” you told the group politely with a smile.

Vincent was taken back by how you referred to him as your boyfriend, and how you did it so causally. He wondered if you knew he was listening, that he could hear you.

Obviously the two of you had gotten very close as of late, sharing more than a couple romantic moments, but you had never brought up the topic.

It’s fair to say that Vincent is a little flustered when he next sees you but you had truly made his day, made his week even.

Lester Sinclair

You were in Ambrose when a pair of strangers walked into the garage, telling you that their car broke down and some guy gave them a lift into down, saying that his brother owned the garage. 

“I’m guessing it was my boyfriend who gave you a ride” you chuckled fondly, obviously knowing that it was Lester but keeping up some sort of act. 

“Yeah, he did” Lester beamed proudly as he walked into the garage behind the pair. 

You blushed a little, getting a little flustered by getting caught referring to him as your boyfriend, not that he seemed to mind.

When he heard the way you referred to him, it just put a huge smile on his face. He kind of knew that he was your boyfriend but this was the first time you had actually said it.

He greeted you warmly, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek, still beaming. It was sweet really. If Bo had seen, he probably would have gagged.

Bubba Sawyer

The brothers had been bickering and arguing, which was nothing new. Of course, you had started to defend Bubba, since he was pretty unconfrontational.

Drayton had scoffed and complained about you defending Bubba. 

You had just responded with “well, he is my boyfriend”, without even thinking about it.

Nobody else (other than Bubba) was surprised by the word ‘boyfriend’. Just rolling their eyes at you and continuing with their bickering.

Bubba had the biggest smile on his face.

He accepts his new position as your boyfriend instantly. Yes, he is your boyfriend and he loves you so much.

He just gets a little giddy and wants to give and receive a lot of affection from you after that.

Billy Lenz 

You had been on the phone with a friend. They had invited you out for the evening but you had politely declined, telling them that you were spending the night in with your boyfriend.

Of course, Billy had been listening in on the conversation, and as soon as you referred to him as your boyfriend he was grinning like an idiot.

It was more than obvious that the two of you were in fact dating, you just hadn’t put a name on it and Billy hadn’t really thought to do so. He felt like you had just made the relationship official, but he was more giddy at the thought of other people knowing that he was your boyfriend, that you would talk about him so fondly to your friends.

As soon as you put the phone down, Billy is on you, wrapping you up in his embrace, making you giggle as you returned the gesture, wondering what had gotten into him.

“I’m your boyfriend” he stated proudly, grinning from ear to ear before peppering your face with kisses, making you giggle again.

“Yes you are” you agreed fondly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

You were at Asa’s home when you got a phone call from a friend, asking if you wanted to hang out that evening but you already had plans with Asa. And that’s what you told them.

“Sorry, I’m spending the evening with my boyfriend” you told them, smiling when they complained about not having met your boyfriend yet.

As soon as you hung up, Asa appeared next to you, holding out a drink for you. You couldn’t help but get a little flustered, knowing he had heard and also knowing that you hadn’t really defined your relationship like that yet.

“You could have told me” was all he really responded with as he sat down beside you. Clearly not minding the way you referred to him.

Asa isn’t an idiot, he knew that’s where your relationship was, he just hadn’t brought up the conversation yet. Now it seemed like it didn’t have too, and that was good to know.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

You had decided to visit Jesse at his office, which he had told you that you could do whenever you pleased. When you arrive and were asking for him and the location of his office, you were met by a woman who seemed pretty hostile about your presence.

You definitely didn’t want to cause any trouble at Jesse’s work but she was being rude and you were getting tired, you just wanted to visit Jesse for lunch. 

“Look, I’m just here to visit my boyfriend, I’ll just call him and let him know I’m here” you sighed, about to give up as you pulled your phone out of your pocket.

Luckily, Jesse had just been passing through the reception and had witnessed the end of your conversation. Smirking to himself when you referred to him as your boyfriend.

He approached before you could unlock your phone, tucking it away again as you smiled up at him. 

Jesse nods to the woman, placing a hand on your back before guiding you up to his office.

Once you’re alone, he will playfully question you about how you had referred to him. After messing with you a bit and making you a little flustered, he reassures you that it’s perfectly fine. He is happy to call himself your boyfriend and to call you his partner.

From then on, everyone knows who you are and that Jesse is your boyfriend. You won’t be stopped or questioned again, don’t worry.

Otis Driftwood

You and Otis had gone to a nearby bar together, just to get out of the house and have a little fun. You had wandered over to the bar without him and when Otis looked over, he saw some guy flirting with you.

Jealousy and protectiveness (maybe some possessiveness) had Otis marching over to the two of you. 

“Uh, yeah sorry, I have a boyfriend” he heard you tell the man, shifting away from him in discomfort. You glanced around and relaxed when you saw Otis approaching. “There he is!” you smiled brightly, you were quick to push yourself away from the bar and meet Otis.

He instantly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him, protectively and possessively as he glared the man down.

Damn right, he’s your boyfriend. And he’ll make sure everyone here knows it.

You had never actually called him that before, never actually made whatever the two of you had official. But now you had, that’s all he had to know.

Baby Firefly

You and Baby had gone out to a bar to have a few drinks and probably cause some trouble. She was dancing even though nobody else was, just her, having a great time, as you watched on adoringly.

Some guy and come up beside you and asked who she was. 

With a grin, you had proudly exclaimed “that’s my girlfriend!” 

Of course, Baby had heard you and smiled about it to herself.

Once she finished dancing, she returned to you and the same guy moved closer, introducing himself to her and asking for her to introduce herself in return. 

“I’m their fucking girlfriend” Baby stated proudly with a grin of her own, wrapping her arms around you as if to get her point across even more.

Yautja (Predator)

Of course introducing your family or your friends to your current partner (or ‘mate’, as he would call you) wasn’t really an option at the moment. But you had mentioned that you were seeing someone.

You were on the phone to a friend when they started asking about this mysterious person you had been seeing.

So, finally you told them to give your boyfriend some privacy, the two of you laughing before ending the call.

He had been referring to you as his mate for a while now and you assumed that was the same level, if not even more serious, than the title of boyfriend, so you figured it was okay.

And your mate thought so too. He knew what ‘boyfriend’ meant since you explained human dating to him, so when he heard, he knew what you meant and it just filled him with pride, knowing that you definitely felt the same as him.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Oh! OH! PICK ME! PICK ME!

Can you elaborate on some personal headcannons about Echo? Preferably post-Citdal, but Pre is fine too!

He's my husband, I swear!

To make up for all the torture I'm creating with Echo in Clone Force Omega, here are some wholesome, fluffy, comforting headcanons for our dear clone husband...

First off, there are some differences between pre and post citadel Echo.

Pre, Echo was very practical, by the book, and uptight. He placed more value on following rules and keeping up appearances.

Post, he became much more at ease. His second chance at life helped him reset his priorities. He started questioning things more, and saying things like "why not?" After all, he's already experienced death, what worse thing could possibly happen?

But in many ways beyond that pivotal moment, Echo is still the same man. He is still unwaveringly dedicated to all that is good, right, and just. He genuinely wants to help, wants to protect. He believes in the power of hope. He treats others in a firm but patient manner. He is trustworthy and steadfast. He is good.

He is a good friend... He will lend an ear to whatever troubles you need to vent about. He will drive across town to pick you up if your car dies. He will keep your secrets and help you hide a body, though he may have some questions and will definitely keep an eye on you afterwards.

He is a good citizen... He supports several charities, more in a hands-on way than financial. He is often seen about town, doing odd errands, chatting with any visitors, picking up trash or helping in the community garden. His home has an open door policy, though much to his chagrin there ends up being more stray animals than people who gravitate to him.

He is a good partner... He is all about communication, even when it's awkward or difficult. He doesn't want to leave anything up to interpretation. He is understanding when they mess up, patient when they need space, and supportive whenever they have a passion to pursue. His love is a devoted and calm one.

Now for some random headcanons...

Used to always have cold feet. Fives would steal him extra pairs of socks during their cadet days, which Echo grumbled about but still wore. He's secretly glad for his prosthetics so he doesn't have to deal with that anymore.

Loves the smell of lavender. The only way you'll get him into a bubble bath is with lavender bath salts.

Allergic to eggs. About 15% of the clones actually have an egg allergy, oddly enough.

If he was granted one wish, he'd want all the flies in the galaxy to disappear. He doesn't mind any other bug, but flies are just pesky and annoying and surely it wouldn't ruin any ecosystems right?

More of a mountain guy than a beach guy but he won't complain no matter where he travels.

Lives a more minimalist lifestyle and is generally very tidy. His idea of "letting loose" is leaving a pot to soak overnight.

I've mentioned this before but felt it needs pointing out again: he's a damn good singer. He may or may not have an EP album floating around out there somewhere...

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[mika-dawn]

Can I request how cale, Choi Han, Alberu and Eruhaben would take care of a sick reader 👉👈

❝Taking care of a sick s/o!❞

✎...Summary: TCF / LCF Characters taking care of their sick s/o!

✎...Characters: Choi han, Alberu and Eruhaben x Gender neutral reader!

✎...Note: HI HI HELLO IT IS ME DAWN, I HAVE FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING HOORAY

✎...Warnings: nothing you are safe to proceed (I think)

۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊Choi Han

•He's a little lost to be honest. It's been quite some time ever since he had taken care of somebody else.

•Of course that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to take care of you— he does!

•He still remembers some of the things his parents used to for him when he was sick. He's just nervous that he might do something wrong.

•He'd probably ask Cale how to take care of you too. Man would be confused as hell when he sees Choi han approach him with a worried and serious look.

•Very worried™

•So worried in fact that he can't properly focus on whatever he's doing as his mind would constantly drift back to you and how you were doing.

•He constantly checks on you to either give you medicine or to change the towel on your forehead.

•Wants to be by your side 24/7 but he can't, would still try though!

•Is a bit hesitant to go on missions whenever your sick— he knows he can't ignore Cale's orders especially when it has something to do with arm or white star but he can't leave you behind either.

•Of course in the end he goes (you probably forced him to go) but not without asking Cale to have someone trustworthy take care of you. He doesn't like leaving you in the hands of others while vulnerable but he's got no choice.

•No worries though as he would finish the mission in a speed of light since he wants to go back to you as soon as possible.

More under the cut!

۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊Alberu Crossman

•Being the significant other of Roan Kingdom's crown prince means you'll only be getting the best of treatment.

•Of course one of those treatments would include being taken care of the crown prince himself! How lucky.

•Of course Alberu is no doctor but he has a pretty decent knowledge about taking care of sick people! Probably because his aunt thought him one way or another.

•He knows what medicine for you to take and what food you should and shouldn't eat or drinks you should or shouldn't drink.

•Alberu takes great precautions not to get himself sick—can't have himself feeling unwell. Roan kingdom depends on him after all. Which pains him a bit since he won't be able to spend time with you like usual.

•As a crown prince, Alberu is really busy. He has a lot of duties to attend and stuff to do. Plus adding the fact that his precious dongsaeng does a lot of shit that is both beneficial and a pain in the ass doesn't help. But he still manages to spare extra time to care for you :>

•BUT whenever he is too busy to personally attend to you— he opts to send his best doctors and servants to take care of you in his stead. Which is honestly pretty rare. He doesn't do that unless necessary since he can't leave his s/o vulnerable and alone with a bunch of people who could be assassins for all he knows.

•The only times he does that is when he's doing something very important....

•Like cleaning up the mess his precious dongsaeng made—what can he say? He's a great hyung! And an even greater boyfriend! He has you to testify that.

۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊Eruhaben!

•He's lived for a thousand years but this is probably his first time taking care of someone sick, so, much like Choi han he's a bit lost but less nervous.

•He's confident in his ability to help you get better. But he just doesn't know how.

•Especially since dragons don't get sick easily—or they may not get sick at all!

•That being said you're either a human who managed to chance up on making him your boyfriend or a really weak as hell dragon who he was in a relationshipwith for a few hundred years.

•Eruhaben may grumble a bit about how 'he's too old for this' or something along those lines while putting a wet towel over your forehead but he's just really worried.

•He's just too embarrassed to say it.

•Raon and the other kids would also try to help. Seeing as they consider Eruhaben as a grandparent they would probably consider you as one too (same goes even if you are human)

•Cale and Choi han would try to help too—both of them giving him tips and advice they got from their world (Cale would just lazily says shit about it but he means well). Eruhaben would be confused by their weird ways of taking care of a sick person but he appreciates them still.

•The elves too, help as well! Though of course they aren't as enthusiastic if you were human but they still help nonetheless.

•If he is busy with matters regarding white star and arm while you're still sick he will just leave you in the care of the Henituse household. He trusts that they won't let anything happen to you—but he still casts some protective spells for safety measures :>

•God bless whoever dare and try to hurt you though. God of death will be waiting for them.

[lumilasi]

This feels kinda funny because I already had like...3-4 versions of this ref in my files. However, I still had to post this as new given I adjusted some details + added that channeling form for Azul.

I meant to do something else today, but since I only had one thing to add for Azul's ref, figured I'd get this out of the way. I initially meant to put him and Reuben together, but Reuben's design needs bigger adjustments so...its just my favorite coffee-powered grumpy boy dealing with a demanding grandpa.

......I still struggle with drawing his beard, haven't figured out yet how to draw it well lmao

Texts + extra info below:

Azul Samaros, the heir of the Shadow King

Basics:

Age: 27

Family: Twin brother Reuben, adoptive parents Annabell & Lionel, Younger brother Adam

Love interest: Diojas Vermonte, eldest prince of Valerna

Being type: Human Mage, specializing in Dark Arts and ancient magic from his ancestral kingdom

Familiar: Lasha, a Lost Soul snake/Naga demon who was once an Arthanosian warrior. (He lost himself to his power’s corrupting influence.)

Abilities:

He is very knowledgeable about different curses and dark magic spells/objects, knowing how to recognize and deal with majority of them. He‘s also a skilled exorcist, and is good with all sorts of intelligence gathering tricks, be it magic based, or more old-fashioned espionage. Azul can channel his ancestor Amaros’ magic, which is his primary ability. He‘s also good with stabby things.

Personality summary:

Azul shares some similarities in personality with his mentoring ancestor; he’s also typically serious, not at all interested in small talk, and is often blunt with his words. However, beneath his rough exterior Azul is a very caring and kind individual, who’s not willing to sacrifice people for “the greater good” the same way Amaros would. He’s a very trustworthy and loyal friend, which is why he has quite a few, despite seeming like someone hard to befriend.

Role Summary:

Azul is the protagonist of this character set, mainly working as the Dark Arts expert mage for their home Kingdom’s Queen. His task is mostly to protect the citizens from, and investigate unseen threats that are better off not being public knowledge. He does also have an involuntary role as the “problem solver” of his friends and family, the person who people most often come to if they mess up a spell or fool with a cursed object without their knowledge. While he grumbles about it, Azul doesn’t really mind.

Azul’s more personal, primary mission is to fulfill the task his ancestor-turned-Deity Amaros gave him, in exchange for saving him and his brother’s lives. He ended up with this job, because of his unique ability to channel Amaros’ power far better than anyone before him, to the point in rare circumstances he can wield his full power and command Amaros’ Lost Souls.

Amaros essentially saved them by bringing them to his former lover Helias’ secret kingdom Mirthas, after the boys’ father caused Reuben’s elemental power to go out of control, killing everyone in their village accidentally. Amaros saved Helias’ life and demanded that in exhange for his help, they’d give the boys a new home and help with learning to control their abilities. The pair ended up being adopted by the local doctor, Lionel, and his opera singing wife Annabell. (Later on, as the boys became adults, they moved to live in another kingdom called Valerna)

OTHER FACTS

Basically, there's 3 Kingdoms relevant to Azul and his brother: Arthanos (A warrior kingdom their family originated from) Mirthas (A hidden kingdom mostly populated by mythical beings) and Valerna (their current home, a friend kingdom of Mirthas)

Their adoptive parents are mythical beings as well; Lionel is a Chesire cat, and Annabell is a songbird. Their little brother and Lionel & Annabell's biological child Adam is also a Chesire cat.

When using his ancestor's Deity powers, he can 1. control shadow element, 2. create weapons out of the crystal structures, these things can harm one's soul without damaging the body if he wishes so. 3. Use telepathy to communicate with people beyond just Lasha, 4. summon more demons and command them for a bit. 5. be invulnerable to everything not strong enough to harm/kill a Deity for a very short period of time. (Basically immune to everything outside other Deities' powers)

The crystals on his body when in Channeling form emanate from his tattoos, he gained those when he first began channeling Amaros' powers. They do sometimes ache a bit if he uses this power for too long.

Diojas ended up falling for Azul after the mage helped him figure out and undo a curse that had been secretly put on him at birth.

Azul mainly has female friends, and gets pretty annoyed if anyone makes suggestive comments about it, either scaring the shit outta them or letting the ladies do it themselves if they feel like it.

These friends include Miriam, a Clairvoyant/Medium, Lumi, a snow magic Warlock, Avara, Lumi's sister and an Astral mage, Scarlet, a ship captain, and Mirthas' other ruler, Helias' sister Gwendolyn.

He does have male friends too of course, such as Scarlet's brother Alexei, The current prince of Arthanos Joshua, and Miriam's childhood friend and Wyvern companion, Maxwell.

Azul is typically serious, but does have a sense of humor and a mischievous side, that tends to come out mainly around Diojas, Reuben, or during their world's equivalent of Halloween, known as Hollow Twilight or Hollowlight Eve. (he's basically pulling the best and scariest pranks out there)

He got his snake by attempting to summon himself a familiar, as his adoptive father figured that could be helpful for him; none of them realized he's likely summon a demon from his own ancestry.

Lasha basically gained his sense of self and sanity back thanks to being summoned by Azul, the literal child of their Deity. Lasha is very protective over his Master, and the pair have a very close friendship between them.

Azul is a night owl and often gets scolded by his brother, friends, or his brother's Familiar Djinn Athem over it. The best person(s) to get him to sleep are his mum, dad, or Diojas.

Lot of Azul's outfit is a reference to people close to him; His overcoat is one of Lionel's old ones, the bag was given to him by Annabell, and his choker is a "gift" from Diojas; he basically just used it to cover a nasty wound as they didn't have proper bandaging with them at the time, and Azul just kept wearing it. His crystal knife of course, is a weapon Amaros gave him.

When in his Channeling form, the choker's pattern changes from the peacock feather representing Diojas to the purple star representing Amaros.

Azul's hair also turns into more of a white flame essence in Channeling form, and the main reason it remains poofy looking even when normal is due to his connection with Amaros. His hair would naturally hang lower and be more scraggly.

Azul sometimes calls Amaros "Gramps" or "old man," and is the only one who can get away with it (Reuben too, but Reuben is too polite and nice to insult Amaros)

Azul is closer with their adoptive dad than mum, given he was the one initially mentoring him with his powers. He's also not as close with Adam as Reuben, as Azul is kind of bad with kids, and Adam is much younger than them. He still loves his baby brother of course.

[soulsxng]

i'd also like a nel and dakota kid please

@sansloii | If they had a kid... | No longer accepting!

Name: Casey (THEY NAME HIM AFTER CASSANDRA, AND I'M SOBBING IN THIS CHILI'S TONIGHT--)

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Has Dakota's hair color, but the texture is more like Nel's. Boy has bed head for days in the morning, and not in the fun way. Nel's eye color, but the shape of his eyes, his mouth, his nose...a lot of that is Dakota. He also ended up with Dakota height, and by the time he's about 17 like in the picture, he's probably like 6'2" or 6'3". Dwarfs his poor mama Nel by an entire foot, but that's okay, she doesn't mind it because he's always quick to bend down and give her a hello kiss on the cheek when he comes home from school.

Personality: Listen, he may be a good little gentleman for his moms (and for Joey and Lera), but Cas is a delinquent with most other people. Skipping out on classes, getting into fights, stealing, vandalism, racing on his motorcycle late at night...he's kind of done a little bit of everything. He's smart too though, so he's dang good at covering up his tracks, and then hitting whoever is accusing him of doing the bad thing with the most smug little "What? Me? Noooo! You can't prove it, can you?" routine in the world. Still, a lot of the other kids at school trust him, more often than not (he's also just generally popular because he's pretty). If he says he'll help with something, he'll help. Homework, a ride home, someone to beat up that kid that's been bullying them, keeping a secret, cheating on a test, whatever. If he says he's got you, he's got you. Very loyal and trustworthy.

Special Talents: He can interact with spirits and the like, due to being half Reaper. He likes to use it as a little parlor trick at parties and stuff-- attracting a harmless spirit, and having it mess around with things like oujia boards, or blow out candles, or rattle doors and stuff. It's a big hit, and he gets a kick out of it when he manages to scare someone that says they don't scare easy. He's actually done this since he was a kid, at sleepovers and stuff.

Who they like better: Honestly, I feel like he really, really looks up to Joseph. He adores both of his moms, but he thinks Joey is the coolest...which is probably a little concerning, and also why he acts all rough and "scary", sometimes.

Who they take after more: Nel and Dakota are alike in a lot of ways, so I feel like he can't really take after one more than the other? I definitely feel like he generally has that kind of intimidating and sassy "...You wanna run that by me again?" vibe that Dakota can get, though.

Personal Head canon: Gets his eyesight from Nel. Used to wear contacts, but they irritated his eyes, so he usually just wears his glasses, instead. Too scared to actually go in somewhere and get his eyesight fixed. And an extra one because that one was little, but he went out and got his tattoo with a fake license when he turned 17. Nel was ready to ground him for eternity when she noticed it a couple weeks later, when the collar of his shirt rode down without him realizing it.

Face Claim:

but because 17 is a little old, I also made a like...8-10ish year old one of him too.

[papakhan]

Jessup the Companion

This is very long! Includes voice lines, quest interactions, personal quest and endings! Based on a Template by @nukaworld here​

Basic info:

Race: White

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Great Khans

Role: Great Khan Warrior, Squad leader

Location: Boulder City, Red Rock Canyon

Base SPECIAL: S6, P5, E7, C4, I3, A6, L4

Tagged skills: Guns, Melee, Survival

Perks: Fast Shot

The Courier of course meets Jessup at Boulder City and after confronting him about Benny he will tell you where he is and give you his lighter. If you resolve the conflict of Boulder City Showdown peacefully--or by killing or all the NCR soldiers, you get the opportunity to invite Jessup to travel with you to get revenge on Benny.

Jessup tells the Courier that while he does want to see Benny pay for the deaths of two of his brothers, he needs to make sure the remains of his squad gets back to Red Rock unharmed. 

Once at Red Rock, the Courier will then have to convince Jessup that they’re trustworthy enough to travel with, either with Good Khan reputation [”I've helped the Khans already, you can't trust me after that?”] or a speech check [”Benny wronged both of us, I can help you get revenge for your brother.”]

Companion Perk: O’ Mighty Khan

The Great Khans were once the mightiest gang of raiders in the wasteland. To some they still are! Enemies including Fiends, Jackals, Vipers, Powder Gangers, Scorpions, and Greasers are 3x more likely to flee from battle with Jessup by your side.

Companion Comments:

Use Melee: “Tch, yeah I can do that.” / “Did I dome you a little too hard? I've been using melee this whole time.”

Use Ranged: “You’re payin’ for ammo.” / “Trying to say something funny about my aim huh? I'm already using my gun.”

Open inventory: “I’m glad I put these extra pockets in--shit where’s my switch.”

Overburdened: “Just because Khans can walk for miles carrying everything they own, don't mean I'm gonna do it for you.”

Stay close: “You know I only swiped Benny’s lighter because he was a punk, right?”

Keep distance: “You better not lead me to trouble.”

Be Passive: “No problem, I’m not fixing for a fight.“

Be Aggressive: “No fuckin' problem. They won't know what hit 'em. It's gonna be me, I'm hitting them.”

Wait here: “God I hate waitin’ around--fine.”

Follow me: “About fuckin’ time.”

Sneaking: “Quiet yeah? I can be quiet--quiet’s my middle name. Jessup Quiet Khan. It’s not actually--oh right, sorry.”

“Let’s travel together”: “Still after Benny, yeah? Let’s go.” / “Need help on another job? Sure, I got time.”

“Let’s travel together” (already have a companion): “I’m all for travelling in big groups but uh--only if they’re all Khans. Ditch one of these punks and we can go. “

Leaving companion at the Lucky 38: “You know I can’t sleep in those creepy old buildings right?”

“I wanted to ask you some questions”: “Yeah? Like what?”

“Tell me about yourself”: “Me? Oh um. Well I was born a Khan, on the road to the Mojave, and I’ll die a Khan wherever I end up.”

“What do you think of the NCR?”: “You're kidding right? NCR's scum. That's all you need to know.”

“What do you think of the Legion?”: “I dunno. They're.... mm. I dunno. Papa likes ‘em. I think. But he likes anyone who messes with the NCR.”

“What do you think of Mister House?”: “Some robot or something, I don’t know. I remember when he came to the Khans back when we lived in Vegas. Told us to get out, we told him to fuck off, but when too many of us started dying, so Papa Khan pulled us out.”

“What do you know about Benny?”: “Scum. Next question.”

“What do you know about the platinum chip?”: “Like I said, just a big fancy poker chip. Benny liked flashing it around. I managed to swipe it one night. Tried biting it like you see people do with old coins but that didn’t tell me shit.”

Death: “Heh. You think I’ll come back like you did?”

The rest is going under a cut because like I said. this is very long

Jessup comments on various locations:

Goodsprings: “Wait I’ve been here before.... oh yeah haha”

Goodsprings Cemetery: “Wanna stare at the hole I dug for you? Yeah it’s pretty great.”

NCRCF: “Holy shit, there was a prison break? Do you think any Khans got out?”

Mojave Outpost: “Never seen that statue up close before... looks like shit.”

Nipton: “This uh... this weren’t here when we came through..”

Novac: “Not sure if Manny’s gonna let me back in after last time.”

The Strip: “Ugh... these lights make you feel sick too?”

Cottonwood Cove: “Something ain’t right.”

The Fort: “This ain’t like what Karl said at all...”

Red Rock Canyon: “You get used to the smell.”

Trivia and additional information:

Like Boone when approaching Legion territory, Jessup will pull the Courier aside when approaching NCR territory to tell them that any soldiers will see his jacket and fire at him, and that he will defend himself. The Courier can either tell Jessup that they plan on defending him as well, or can pass a high barter check to convince him to wear a disguise while passing through the territory. 

During the quest Ring a Ding, if the Courier fails to meet the credit check to pass into The Strip, Jessup will offer his contact in The Kings, Buddy, who can help them get in. 

During the quest High Times, Jessup can be given Dixon’s Jet or Dixon’s Whiskey to inspect in dialogue. He will inform the Courier that the chems may once have been Khan made, but are so diluted and poorly put together that they are "twice the harm, half the high”. The Courier can then use this information to scare Dixon away from providing chems to Bill Ronte and Jacob Hoff or else evoke the wrath of the Great Khans. The information Jessup provides can also be used in place of the science check requiring to use less equipment to help the two detox.

If taken to Chance’s Map, Jessup will initiate dialogue and tell the Courier about his other brother Chance, but not what happened to him.

If taken to Chance’s Grave, Jessup will again initiate dialogue and tell the Courier to keep away, and can explain what happened to Chance with a speech check. If the Courier has high enough intelligence they can bring up the strangeness of Chance’s death and suggest Benny is responsible. If the Courier attempts to open Chance’s Grave, Jessup will immediately leave the party and attack them.

If taken to Oscar Velaso during Climb Evry Mountain, Oscar will have unique dialogue suggesting that Jessup and the Courier will help him kill all the soldiers and refugees in Bitter Springs. The Courier can either follow through with this, though Jessup will comment that “this isn’t the Khan way”, convince him to just kill the soldiers at a half speech check, or convince him to return to Red Rock with a full speech check.

Faction NPCs have unique responses to Jessup:

Jacobstown Supermutants: Khans don’t normally get this close.

Powder Gangers: We had a few Khans serving with us, must of run back to Red Rock by now.

After the quest Why Can’t We Be Friends with convincing the Powder Gangers to join the Khans, the Powder Gangers will have new lines addressing Jessup asking him to put in a good word for them.

Vault 3 Fiends: Whatcha got for us spikey man?

Followers: I hope your people are doing well in Red Rock.

Great Khans: Running with Jesse huh? Take care of him alright?

Westsiders: Hey man, good to see you.

Freeside Locals: Remember when the Khans ruled this place? I’d take them over House.

NCR Citizens: I can’t believe they just let Khans walk around here like they own the place.

Strip Gamblers: Nice leathers tough guy.

Unmarked Quests ( Optional ):

O’ Buddy O’ Pal O’ Mine: Jessup’s friend in Vegas is a King named Buddy, he’s the guy who forwarded him the job offer from the Chairmen (and wrote the letter Jessup keeps in his pocket). If Jessup is a companion he can be spoken to and point the Courier in the direction of The King if they need a passport into The Strip.

If the Courier killed Jessup and took the letter, they can still talk to Buddy and confront him about it, however if revealed that they killed Jessup at Boulder City, Buddy will turn hostile and killing him will turn the rest of The Kings hostile as well.

Snookered: If the Courier attempts to meet with Benny in the penthouse, or tries to sleep with him, Jessup takes the Courier aside and tells them that he’s got a funny feeling about this. He waits outside while the Courier goes to the room.

With Jessup as a companion after Benny’s goons attempt to kill the Courier, it’s not Benny who answers the intercom but Jessup, who tells you he chased down Benny after he tried to run and managed to kill him. He’ll apologise for stealing your kill but saves you from having to chase Benny to the Fort.

Or if the Courier sleeps with Benny and lets him live, they will awake to find that Jessup killed him as he tried to escape in the night. He will mock you for sleeping with Benny for the rest of the game, but also save you from going to the Fort.

Personal Quest - Born to be Wild

Quest Triggers: Immediately after killing Benny, Jessup will initiate dialogue. He tells the courier that killing Benny didn’t make him feel any better about--well, anything really. With two dead brothers and a home that’s falling apart, Jessup feels lost. If the Courier offers their help, the quest begins.

Quest Description: Jessup will explain that everything he’s been through, from the Khans being pushed out of Vegas and Bitter Springs, to his brothers dying all the way up to being surrounded and almost killed by the NCR is really starting to weigh him down. Now without Chance or McMurphy, he feels unsupported and aimless.

Jessup will ask the Courier to take him back to Red Rock Canyon and ask them to spend the night. In the early morning he wakes them up to say that he couldn’t sleep. That everything felt wrong. The Courier can ask what will make him feel better and he will tell them that he wants to feel like a Khan again, but when he was young, with his brothers. He doesn’t like what the Khans have become, he didn’t like seeing what their chems did to Chance and doesn’t want any part of the peddling the Khans have become famous for. He wants to go back to the days where the Khans were remembered for something else, something bigger.

Jessup suggests raiding an NCR caravan he spotted leaving the Outer Vegas area, and from here the courier has one of three options. They can suggest that they, Jessup and a fistful of chems would be enough against the caravan; tell him to gather some Khans and then attack; or try to convince him not to attack the caravan.

Regardless of what the courier chooses, Jessup will attack the caravan alone. After the fight, he will react to the Courier’s choice. He will tell them that attacking the caravan didn’t make him feel better, and he says that he thinks he needs to talk to someone else who understands.

Jessup will make three suggestions that the Courier can speak to. Bo, a disillusioned Follower who joined the Khans after relations between the two factions fell apart; Papa Khan, the obvious; or Harley Davidson, a former New Khan who lives away from the rest.

Bo advises that, despite his misgivings towards the Followers, professional therapy is likely the best choice. Though Bo warns the courier that very few Khans have ever been convinced to pursue such a thing. Alternatively, Papa Khan suggests that what Jessup needs is to let himself fall back on the Khans. The massacre was not long ago and many Khans know exactly how Jessup is feeling, and they can mourn together. Finally, Harley suggests that sometimes you just need to be away from everyone and alone with your thoughts. She protects Red Rock from a distance, working on her grief by shooting up cazadors deep into the mountains.

Jessup naturally leans towards Papa Khans advise, but can be swayed by the Courier either way.

Jessup decides that there’s too much going on right now, and he wants to get away just for a little while. He asks to meet the Courier at Chance’s grave, because he never got to give Chance or McMurphy a real Khan burial. He asks that the Courier collects some things for him before they meet, including flowers, fruit and some torches.

Once the Courier has collected what he’s asked for, they can bring them to him where he will give his brothers a ceremony. He explains to the Courier that he’ll light the torches for McMurphy, but because Chance hated fire, he’ll extinguish them when he’s done instead of letting them burn out on their own.

Afterwards he talks to the Courier for the last time and, based on choices they made, will tell them what he’s decided to do. To either ask the Followers for help, mourn with the Khans, or go it alone. The courier still has a chance to sway his choice but only with a high speech check.

Outcomes:  Convince Jessup to seek professional help from the Followers of the Apocalypse and he will become more stable, but lose his fighting edge.

Convince Jessup to seek help from his fellow Khans and will be become somewhat stable, and put his energy into becoming a better fighter.

Convince Jessup to reject help and cope alone and he will become even more unstable, to the point that the Khans become concerned and even fearful of him.

Endings

Jessup dies:

Any: Though Jessup was a mighty warrior, he, like his brothers, and like many Khans before him, succumbed to the wasteland.

The Khans are wiped out (Khan suicide attack on the Dam, NCR victory but Khans did not change sides, Legion victory but the Khans fought for NCR):

Any: Ever loyal, Jessup fought bravely for the Khans on Hoover Dam. It didn’t matter what he had learnt or how he had changed, he could not escape the Khan’s destiny. Shot down by his enemy and bleeding out under the sun, Jessup wondered if any of this had been worth it.

The Khans refuse absorption into the Legion (as per my rewritten khan legion ending)

Khan/Follower Jessup:  Despite all that he had learnt from the Followers/his fellow Khans, and all that he had healed from his hardships, Jessup was amoung the first Khans to fall to the Legion. Betrayed by the same Courier who Jessup believed had forgiven him, he was killed by a recruit who got lucky that one of the Khan’s mightiest warriors was too stunned to fight back.

Alone Jessup: Enraged by the Courier’s betrayal, Jessup fought against the Legion with all his might. If any Khan had survived the Legion’s attack, they would have remembered Jessup’s final battle for generations. But no Khan lived to see Jessup finally cut down by the Legate.

The Khans are relocated by the NCR

Follower Jessup: Jessup fought at the Dam for the Khans, not for the NCR. Though he was a warrior, his time with the followers made him more reflective on his actions. When he hesitated to kill a Legionary who resembled his brother, a nearby NCR soldier took him for a traitor, and shot him in the back.

Khan Jessup: Jessup reluctantly follows the Khans to their new home. Without Papa Khan, and with no hope for the future, the Khans slip deeper into their mourning. Jessup, like his brother, retreated to substances to drown his sorrows. And sometimes when he’s drunk enough he can still see his brothers.

Alone Jessup: Jessup refused to be moved a second time by the NCR. He quickly became a wanted outlaw in the Mojave, gunning down caravans of any kind and smuggling resources back to the Khans. But one day the steady stream of supplies stopped, and the Khans knew a bounty hunter had finally claimed his reward.

The Khans move to Wyoming

Follower Jessup: Jessup continued to visit the Followers until the Khans departure from the Mojave. During the trek north, Jessup recognised that his fellow Khans had never moved on from Bitter Springs, and walked aimlessly just as he had done not long ago. He took it upon himself to help his family just as the Followers had helped him. By the time the Khans reunited with the Followers in Wyoming, Jessup had all but given up life as a Khan warrior, and had become a pillar of support and guidance to his peers. He lived to a good age, and died well loved.

Khan Jessup: Jessup visited his brother’s grave one last time before riding the road to Wyoming with his kin. He promised one day he would return, once the Mojave had finally settled. In the North, Jessup made a good life for himself, establishing two good trade routes that he named after his brothers. Many years later Jessup did return to the Mojave with his children and grandchildren. As he stood at his brother’s grave, he wondered if that courier who’d cheated death, still lived.

Alone Jessup: Jessup was almost left behind by the Khans, only a persistent few were able to track him down and convince him to leave his brothers behind. There was no familiarity of home in Wyoming, Jessup tried his best to adjust, he could never bring himself to live amongst his people again. For generations, Jessup was remembered as a ghost, a distant man who guided lost souls to their final resting place.

[velvett-tearss]

Black Tea & Blushes — L. Ackerman

summary: The two of you never got along, but there were times that even fire and ice made a perfect pair.

warnings: cursing, no spoilers for anything past early s1, Levi’s a little shit at first (surprise, surprise), mentions of blood (they’re fighting titans :-) lol) gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

genre: semi-canonverse, fluff, enemies to lovers (?)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this was very self-indulgent lmao, sorry if it’s a bit messy 😭, <Hange, Connie & Sasha3 make an appearance bc I love them and you should too, hope you enjoy it <3

"Couldn't you have gotten a cadet to do this?"

You raised a sharp brow at the man, trying to keep yourself from flipping his desk over. "Would you have yelled at them like you just yelled at me?"

The man's grey eyes didn’t meet yours, but there was a scowl on his face. Despite his steely eyes, he didn't say anything back. Instead, he pursed his lips and turned back to continue his paperwork.

You huffed in an attempt to ground yourself after being yelled at for the past two minutes. You took a sip from your own cup of the tea you had prepared for him, letting yourself savor the taste.

     "I don't understand." you said, tasting the earthy, black tea. "You said it was too cold last time, so I made sure it was extra warm. What's wrong with it? Is it too sour for you? I only added a few drops of lemon this time."

Levi remained silent, but you stood your ground, tapping your boot against the pavemented floor as you waited at his desk for an answer. You wouldn't let him win, not this time. Day after day, it seemed like he only grew ruder and ruder.

Your dislike for Levi Ackerman started the day you met him. He was still just a soldier when you joined the Survey Corp, and it wasn't long after that he become Captain.

He was mean, and he never seemed to care about anything, but God forbid you make a reckless move out in the field. It was as if all hell broke loose if you used a bit too much gas when slicing the nape of a Titan's neck.

     "Not everyone is Humanity's Strongest." you had spat at him when he scolded you on the way back to the walls. That only earned you a glare, seeing as Hange managed to secure your safety. If it weren't for them, you were certain you would've gotten stuck with stable duty for a month's end.

     You were glad he was nice to them, at least.

     At some point, you got promoted to Captain as well. One would think that since you shared the same rank, he would grow warmer to you, but that was another one of your mistakes.

     Everything about him rubbed you the wrong way, from his disagreeable manners to his awful way of speaking to soldiers. And, it was your disdain for him that got you stuck in this mess.

"A cadet could've done this." Levi stated again; you felt like you were being patronized. He raised a brow at you, holding the teacup in his hand. "A cadet could’ve made better tea than you.”

"Obviously not, Captain." you threw back sourly, snatching the cup from his hand. "A cadet could not have done this because if I hadn't interfered two weeks ago, who knows what you would've done to the poor man. And, all he did was make your tea wrong!”

Levi blinked at you, appearing bored with your conversation. "If you hadn't interfered, that soldier would be back with those good for nothing Military Police Officers doing what they're best at."

     You gritted your teeth. "And, what are they good for, Captain Ackerman?”

     His brow twitched slightly. “Absolutely nothing."

You let out a bitter laugh, placing the white ceramic teacups back on the tray you had brought in. "Now that you say it out loud, that reminds me a lot of someone I know."

     "What an awful way to talk about yourself.” Levi threw back with ease.

     The urge to roll your eyes at him was weighing on you, but you were stronger than the immaturity he seemed to bring out in you. "Captain, you must be growing old if you've already forgotten we're the same rank."

     Your decision of keeping yourself calm in his presence payed to be of use when you noticed the slight pause in his pen strokes at your words.

     But, you were well aware of how trustworthy Levi was in the sense that you knew he could always come back with something even worse than what he's told you before.

      "If you were of any use, you would know what's wrong with your tea. I'm sure even King Fritz could tell good tea from awful tea, and he's the most useless of them all." Levi told you, pen moving over the papers in front of him swiftly.

     "He could probably also tell a grown man from a spoiled brat," you told him, taking the tray with you as you left his office. "But, you make even that task seem impossible."

     You had to stop the triumphant grin from growing on your face when you heard his faint scoff from the other side of the wooden door.

Even if you managed to snag the last word of that argument, it didn’t feel as good as it usually did. The only reason you involved yourself in Levi Ackerman’s nightly tea was because 1) you didn’t like the way he spoke to the poor soldier who got stuck with job of handling it, and 2) Erwin asked that you try and be a bit nicer to your fellow captain.

You only did it to keep your job, really, and you would never let your Commander think less of you, even if he did favor Levi. Even Hange had tried to coax you into not letting The Ackerman’s sharp tongue get to you, but that didn’t seem to work.

Levi and you would never be friends, if that’s what Erwin meant when he pulled you aside at supper a few nights before. It was a lie to say you didn’t admire the man’s impressive skills, because you did.

But, admiration and respect were two separate things.

The two of you were jagged edges of broken glass that didn’t fit together, and that was perfectly fine. You didn’t mind being Levi being a sharp piece of glass, just as long as he kept his corners to himself and far from you.

Erwin, as observant as usual, caught on to the solution to your problem, and he even made sure you and Levi would rarely ever cross paths when the Scouts were out on an expedition. The two of you worked on opposite sides of the formation.

The only time you would ever work together would be if there were no other options, but both of you were reliable in your own senses: him with his... whatever he called it, and you with your wits.

You didn't mind being farthest from him, and if it were up to you, you'd go even farther.

     “Hey, you got new glasses.” you stated, noticing the new pair of brown frames that Hange wore the morning as the Scouts waited for the signal to begin the expedition.

“Oh, don’t remind me.” they said with a frown, holding the glasses in their hands. “Last night, Moblit and I were doing some research, and someone must’ve stolen my glasses because I couldn’t find them this morning.”

“Stole? Isn’t that a big accusation?”

They let out a hearty laugh. “It is! That’s why I’m saying it!” Hange replied, golden eyes widened at you in exasperation. “I’ve been stuck with these, and they’re too big for my face. All they do is fall off.”

“So maybe don’t wear them?” you wondered as you caught a glimpse of the dark head of hair you knew too well. “What’ll you do if you lose them out in the field? Better safe than sorry.”

“I wish, but I’m as blind as a bat without them.” Hange reasoned with a sigh before quickly composing themselves. “But, now that you mention it, I never did mind a challenge.”

The smirk growing on their face was one you didn’t quite like. Before you could talk some sense into them (if that were even possible) the signal went off to begin the mission.

They gave a wide smile and a thumbs up as a good luck token. "Don’t do anything crazy!” you called out when the two of you parted ways, taking your squad with you. “I mean it, Hange!”

Hange waved you off, charging in faster in their horse. It was up to poor Moblit to chase right after them.

Your squad remained close together for the majority of the mission. There wasn't much to do on your end of things, which was a relief. At some point, you decided to stop for a quick break before pushing forward.

If you were able to see five mintues into the future, you would never have let your squad talk you into taking a lunch break. Just as you were relaxing a bit, there was an Abnormal coming from the thick trees.

Your sense of smell wasn't as skilled as Miche, and if it weren't for one of the younger cadets on your squad who had a keen sense of hearing, you all would've been Titan food.

It didn't take long for you to spring into action, your squad following suit. You made sure to use the plans Erwin had issued out on previous Scout meetings.

When the Abnormal finally made it to where you and your squad stopped, the beastly creature managed to catch one of your soldiers in midair. As the young boy was raised in the air, his stomach couldn't contain his recent lunch.

Gravity works in wonders, you thought when his earlier lunch fell onto you with a splat! You couldn't blame the poor boy; it was better upstairs than downstairs. As terrible a feeling it was to have chunky vomit all over you, you knew it would be as even worse feeling if the boy died under your care.

Your squad got to him before any damage was permanent, at least physically. When the killing blow was done, you tended to your soldier. He muttered out apologies for having thrown up on you, but you were merely in the line of fire.

"It's okay, Connie." you reassured him after pulling off your green cape that had been soiled in aid to shield you. “I’d rather it be your lunch on me than your organs.”

You ordered that he ride with your other cadet, Sasha. He let out a pained laugh at your words, leaning against her on her horse. She scolded him for “wasting so much food,” to which lead to their silly banter, which you didn’t mind as long as they were safe.

     As unfortunate as it was, that incident wasn't the last of it. There wasn't much time between Connie getting his ribs crushed by a Titan and the numerous amount of red flares that were being shot into the air.  The amount of red powder in the sky was enough to cast a shadow of worry over you.

     By the time your squad made it to where the red flares had been signaled, it was a mess. Abnormal and Pure Titans were ambushing the rest of whatever was left of the Survey Corp. Your squad wasted no time in following your orders as you made a beeline for the trees where a group of Abnormals were huddled together.

     When you finally got a good look at the scene in the forest, your sight was met with Titan smoke and blood of fallen comrades. It was a disaster, as it always was. But you knew, where there was smoke, there was definitely fire.

And, that fire was Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.

He looked ablaze, nothing but a flash in the distance. Slicing Titan limbs as if they were merely flowers in his way, Levi Ackerman was kicking ass. It was in moments like this — where he looked like the answer to all the prayers of the people inside the walls — that you wondered if you truly hated him all along.

“Section Commander!” Moblit cried, chasing after Hange as they swung on the highest tree of the forest. It seemed as though they forgot all about how loose their glasses were as they did a number of twirls in the air. His voice was enough to snap you out of your trance and assist your fellow comrades.

You managed to fight off three Pure Titans and two Abnormals for what seemed like forever. It might’ve been even worse if not for Connie Springer’s lunch all over you that acted as Titan Repellant.

Perhaps you would tell Hange of your new discovery, but every time you managed to get close to them while fighting off the Titans, all they did was badger you with questions upon questions.

“Are you sure you haven’t you seen them?!” Hange cried for the fifth time, eyes squinted at you from their branch opposite you. Moblit was fighting off a creepy Abnormal with ugly teeth a few feet from you.

“No, I haven’t! And, didn’t I tell you your glasses would fall if you took them with you?!” you shouted back from your place on the tree before taking a breath to try to slice the neck of your second Pure Titan. “Go back to the wagon, Hange, before you get yourself killed!”

They huffed and puffed, but they let Moblit guide them to the wagon to wait until the rest of the Scouts could find a moment to retreat back to the walls.

After finally slicing the nape of your final Titan, you looked over to where you had last seen Levi. Only, he was nowhere to be found. A panic set in when you couldn’t find any sight of him.

“Captain?” you called out from your place on a tree branch where you were catching your breath. You squinted your eyes to get a farther look, but it didn’t help that much. “Captain Ackerman, are you there? Do you—”

But, that’s when you felt a jostle of wind hit your back. You turned quickly to see the dark-haired man swinging through the trees, holding an unconscious Oluo.

You followed him, figuring if you took his squad member off his hands that Levi would have a better chance of taking down more Titans. Maybe even with a man who weighed far more than himself in his hands, Levi could still have a better chance than you.

“Captain, I’ve got him. I’ll take—”

But, Levi wouldn’t budge. It was like he wasn’t listening to you, and you didn’t know if it was by choice or coincidence. You huffed and rushed quicker to help him in carrying Oluo.

Maybe it was just your luck, or maybe it was just his, but right before you managed to reach him, a Titan’s jaw came from below him, wide and ready for lunchtime.

There was nothing for him to do, not with his hands full. Surely he knew that from the way his grey eyes finally broke through from that awful void he’d placed you in, the one where all you ever got from him was scoldings and insults and cold stares that often made you wonder if he actually did hate you.

And, for the first time, you saw panic flash through his grey eyes, his life flash before his eyes.

“Levi!” you cried, using the rest of your ODM gear’s gas to catch up to him. You knew if he were to survive such an event, he would scold you for wasting your gas on an old lump like him.

But, for once, Levi had something to say about you that didn’t regard your incompetence to make decent tea or your recklessness that spurred you to use all your gas just to save him and the bullheaded, baboon by the name of Oluo.

It was your astonishing speed.

You got to the two men right before the great wide jaws of the Titan could snap closed and swallow the three of you for its meal, which Levi had to admit (but probably never would) was quite impressive.

“Shit!” you hissed out when the three of you landed on another tree branch. As quick as you got to the branch was as quick as Miche was to come and ensure your safety, slicing the Titan’s nape with ease.

Oluo was still unconscious and a little bloodied up and battered, but he was safe.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Levi yelled, voice slightly hoarse from everything that had just happened. His hair was a mess, and you held back a laugh at the sight of him. “Why— why would you? I mean, what— and, why do you smell like—”

“A thank you is perfectly fine, Ackerman.” you coughed out, catching your breath from the overexertion you just forced yourself through. Carrying two grown men was tough, especially when it was between life or death. “As for the smell, one of my soldiers threw up on me.”

Levi blinked at you, his expression consisting of disgust and confusion. “What?”

“My soldier. He threw up on me earlier.”

“I heard you the first time.” he told you, blinking quickly as if it were going to grant him some clarity. You didn’t know if his confusion was from your act of saving him and his squad member or from not knowing what to say to you after.

He looked funny, with his hair that of a bird’s nest and his cheeks flushed pink.

“Did you hit your head on the way down?”

“W-what?”

“Your head? Did you hit it?”

“No, I-I’m fine.” he scrambled upright, finding purchase on the unconscious Oluo’s shin. Your eyes flickered to where his hand was placed, and he snatched it right off immediately, burning a deeper shade of pink.

“Oh.” you muttered, holding back a chuckle. There was no way Levi was without a concussion, not with the way he was acting all of a sudden: stuttering and turning pink on you. It was a wonder you caught up to him before he collapsed.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Captain?” you asked again, fixing your uniform before getting to your feet. You wobbled a bit; Levi raised a brow at you. “You look sick. Why don’t you sit in the injury wagon for a bit on the way back? Just in case.”

He waved you off, standing on his two feet as well. You didn’t want to cause a fight, not right after what had just happened and not outside the walls, so you decided to say nothing about his seeming concussion.

The two of you lifted Oluo off the ground, blood seeping from the side of the man’s mouth. “Is it his ribs? Was it an Abnormal? They were awful today.” you questioned, looking to Levi for answers.

“He bit his tongue, again, before ramming into a tree.” Levi told you, averting his gaze from you as he shifted the man against his shoulder for a better grip. “He said something f-fell from the sky.”

You nodded, letting yourself chuckle. “What could it’ve been? Bird shit?”

Levi shrugged at your words.

He was far too quiet for your liking. Maybe he did have a concussion. It wouldn’t be good if he rode back like that. Perhaps if you spoke to Erwin or Hange about it, one of them could convince Levi to get checked out once you got back to the walls.

The two of you managed to get back to the rest of the Scouts safely. You helped Levi placing Oluo in the wagon with the wounded and the fallen while everyone else was getting accounted for.

All the while, Hange was trying to persuade Erwin into letting them form a search party for their glasses that had fallen while they were swinging on the trees.

Though you were straining to listen to their conversation, you were more than certain that Erwin would never allow such a thing, but you had to admire Hange’s efforts, as fruitless as they were.

“Thank you.”

You snapped your head to Levi.

He refused to meet your gaze again, busying himself with readjusting his soldier’s cape. If not for the obvious step into uncharted territory between the two of you, you would’ve commented on the rosy blush he adorned.

Suddenly, you were overcome with a laughter, waving him off with your hand quickly. “I was just joking about that, Captain. Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but I’m just surprised you actually—”

He scoffed, the expression on his face shifting to one of impatience. “Don’t be a brat. Just take the compliment.” Levi huffed out, visibly annoyed with your chatter.

A look of shock overtook your face. “Oh, so you’re complimenting me? Why didn’t you just say so, then?”

“Oi, that’s not what I meant—”

“No, it’s fine. I heard you, loud and clear.” you interrupted, smiling widely at him. “You’re oh-so very welcome, Captain Ackerman, and if you ever need me to save your ass again, you know where to find me.”

Levi opted to say nothing back, merely shaking his head at you when you gave a lazy salute and started back to the other side of the formation where your horse and squad awaited you.

“Besides,” you shrugged, turning back for a moment to catch him looking at you. “Who else would teach me how to make tea?”

note: I don’t think I specified it, but Oluo was knocked unconscious bc some object (Hange’s glasses) fell from the sky lmao 🐸

[memento-morri-writes]

ATQH Character Intro - Kristopher

Full Name: Kristopher Odis Pelle  Nickname(s): Kris, the Extra  Title: His Highness, Prince of Oryn 25 years old • he/him • pansexual

Physical Description: 5′11″, fair skin, curly-ish blond hair that goes just past his ears, dark brown eyes, muscled.   Character Traits: Sweet tooth, always hungry, arrogant (sometimes), true to his word, slow to trust, trustworthy, hot-headed, impulsive, loyal, has a soft heart. Likes: Horses, archery, fencing, food, riding, the forests around Westcliff, alcohol. Dislikes: His family, people who make fun of him (which is most people), being called “the Extra”, limited amounts of dessert, sitting still, being stuck inside, Oryn’s mining practices, assholes. Theme Song: don’t worry, you will - lovelytheband Links: Tag��• Pinterest Board

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Really long character bio under the cut, because I can’t seem to shut up about this man.

Last in line for the throne of Oryn, Kristopher had a lonely upbringing.  An unplanned child that no one seemed to want, he learned quickly that the only person he could trust was himself.  As he grew older, he realized that those beyond the castle walls already had their own opinions of him.  Troublemaker, fool, annoyance.  And those were not the worst.

By the time he was a teenager, Kristopher had a well-established reputation as the kingdom’s “problem child”.  Being a member of the royal family (no matter how much he or his parents wished he wasn’t) put that reputation on public display.  Kristopher quickly learned to use it to his advantage.  After all, if everyone hates you already, why not give them a reason?

And so Kristopher took it into his own hands to publicly embarrass his family as much as possible, with little regard for himself.  At every possible opportunity, he would escape the castle, spending his nights in pubs and taverns around Westcliff.  He drank too much and rarely spent a night in his own rooms.

While these actions were partially just a distraction from his own life, sometimes Kris succeeded in making a bigger mess.  Say just the right thing and a visiting merchant might not return.  Flirt with the wrong noble’s son, and his parents might not attend a ball.  If you take enough shots in the dark eventually one might hit something.

Finally, fed up with his actions and eager to get him out of their hair, Kristopher’s parents sent him to Anvia.  Maybe he could finally become useful, or at least someone else’s problem.

Be careful Kristopher.  This is your last chance.

Character:

Having learned from an early age that his thoughts and feelings would be at best ignored or at worst used as fuel for mockery, Kris is very careful not to reveal much of his true emotions.  While momentary cracks in his facade may give someone a hint as to his feelings, he is not one to share them openly.  He maintains an outward appearance of indifference or arrogance, holding his thoughts and feelings close to his chest.

Tired of constantly being the butt of another’s joke, Kristopher is often quick to anger.  His hot-headed nature has gotten him into plenty of trouble over the years, serving to further damage others’ opinions of him.

Despite these things he can be very charming when he chooses to be, a fact that often surprises people.  He rarely shows that side of him, however, since most people already assume him to be an arrogant ass, and he doesn’t see them as worth the time to convince otherwise.  

While his drinking is partially to embarrass his family, Kris also uses alcohol as a way to distract himself from his own thoughts, which are rarely pleasant.  It is not, however, his only form of distraction.  Others include fencing, riding, and archery.  

Bullet Notes:

Last in line for the throne.

Grew up neglected by his family.

He basically raised himself, with very little interference or supervision.  

Became an excellent swordsman out of spite.

Has spent his entire late teen/adult life trying to ruin his family’s reputation.

Serious self-worth issues.

Turns into an asshole when he’s drunk.  (a lot of his self-hatred, etc. has to go somewhere, and he takes it out on others when he’s not thinking straight.)

Had lots of lovers but never been in love.

Was told that coming to Anvia was his last chance, but in reality he sees it as his first.

Hopelessly crushing on Fallon, but doesn’t believe he deserves her.

Told himself when he arrived in Anvia that he wouldn’t show everyone the worst of him, because for once it’s not what they expect to see.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

orbit, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Ah, university. A time to get drunk, get laid, and (maybe) get an education. And Jeon Jungkook could do all those things. It was great. Until the moment he encounters an inescapable gravity, the kind of gravity that had already trapped all six of his friends... but left him out in orbit, circling alone.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, (too much) alcohol consumption, slow burn; smut (fem reader, dry humping, m-receiving oral, striptease, cock-warming, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - university!AU; a LOT of buildup; longhaired!Jungkook likes getting his hair pulled a little too much; Jungkook’s POV Technically BTS x reader, but we’re focusing on JK. :)

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“Hey, you’re Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you?”

“Uh… yeah. That’s me.”

The slim, pretty hand slid into her backpack and she held out an iPhone to him.

“You’re friends with Kim Taehyung, right?” Her voice seemed a little hoarse. She was wearing a dark gray t-shirt with a leather jacket over it. “He left his cell at my place.”

Jungkook took it from her, frowning. “Ah, he’s not usually that forgetful.”

She waved a hand. “It’s fine. I wanted someone trustworthy to give it back to him.”

That was their first conversation.

-

When Jeon Jungkook entered university, he knew it was going to be different from high school. Bigger classes, more work, and completely monotone teachers as he struggled to stay awake during mandatory studies like Physics. What adult in real life uses physics anyway (besides physicists, of course)? At least he went to the same university all his friends went to, either as undergrads or as graduate students. Being with his friends was awesome.

Being smashed with his friends was even better.

The first time he saw her, she was standing in the corner of the party. It was at someone’s house with way too many people in it and everyone only vaguely knew the host. He was celebrating the first complete week of university by getting absolutely plastered (as one does). He noticed her right away because she was wearing a thick black choker with a silver ring on it and an oversized band tee. She wore a gray flannel over it like a jacket. Chunky combat boots, very different from the other girls in their high heels. The sharpest black eyeliner he had ever seen, paired with a red-stained lip.

She was also taking shots.

Surrounded by guys, in some sort of contest. She was throwing them back and two guys were beside her at a table, absolutely fucked. Heads on the table, unable to touch their shots, looking green. She clinked her glass down triumphantly and slammed her hand on the table, curling the other towards her.

Jungkook watched as money was slapped on the table.

She grinned and gathered it towards her, pocketing it in her flannel’s chest pocket.

“Nice try, boys.”

Jungkook looked away, quite impressed. Then Park Jimin fell over at something Kim Taehyung said and Jungkook had to catch the smaller man. He was laughing way too hard that something only mildly funny, but everyone was laughing because they were losing it. The night went on. Someone had retrieved a beach ball from the backyard and was throwing it around the party, making a fucking mess. The beach ball bounced off of Min Yoongi’s red face. He looked incredibly disgruntled and Jung Hoseok lost it, rubbing Yoongi’s nose soothingly even though he wasn’t hurt. Kim Seokjin threw it back into the chaos by headbutting it.

And Kim Namjoon was nowhere to be found.

Jungkook frowned. Also, he needed to pee. He yelled around for the bathroom and someone pointed in some random direction. Jungkook followed it, his bladder ready to explode. Eh, if worse came to worse he could just find a random bush in the backyard or something. He opened random doors, but they either had more people or people in various stages of fucking. Then he saw the open bathroom door down the hallway and two people two feet away from the doorframe.

The two people being Kim Namjoon and the young woman he saw earlier.

Namjoon had his fingers curled around the silver ring on the choker, pulling down as he pressed her against the wall, making out with her exposed shoulder. His beige sweatshirt already had a red kiss print on the collar, paired with a purple hickey. Her palms were pressed flat, snickering as Namjoon rolled his hips into her ass.

Jungkook turned around and decided to find a fucking bush.

-

The second time he saw her, she was wearing an oversized beige sweatshirt, no pants, scratching the back of her head. Black ankle boots with black thigh-high stockings. He was at the dining hall, waiting in line. She sat at the of the tables, across Jung Hoseok. Even though it was the middle of the day, she still wore sharp black eyeliner and a dark red lip stain. She was nodding, one of her hands playing with Hoseok’s pastel tracksuit sleeve. Hoseok was blushing, looking a little sheepish. She just shook her head and said something. Hoseok’s cheeks grew redder and she leaned over.

And kissed him.

Jungkook blinked. The cashier snapped her fingers to get his attention.

“Oh! Sorry,” he apologized quickly.

When he looked back, the table as empty.

-

The third time he saw her, he was at the club. He was knee-deep in an argument with Kim Taehyung about how building Iceborn Gauntlet was a lot more useful on Ezreal than Triforce because it allowed you to get off more autoattacks with the slows and helped you survive with the extra armor. Plus, the twenty-percent cooldown! Taehyung was rolling his eyes and telling him building damage was much better.

“Then build Infinity Edge if all you care about is damage!” Jungkook roared.

Park Jimin’s eyes were glazing over. “Guys, can we stop talking about League of Legends? I have no idea what you’re saying anymore…”

She caught his eye because she was wearing a pastel track jacket with a black t-shirt dress under it. And because she was pressed against Kim Seokjin in a booth, making his ears red as he spoke to her. The same sharp winged liner and a wine-red lipstick. She hooked a bare leg over Seokjin’s jeans. The older man jumped, but didn’t push it away. The silver tipped toe of her black boots rubbed against his other leg as she smiled. Her hand was on his navy t-shirt, tracing the embroidered white flowers. She placed her lips against Seokjin’s ear and whispered something. Seokjin’s plump lips opened into a small ‘o’. Her pink tongue slid out from between her lips and she licked his earlobe. Seokjin turned his head sharply to face her.

And she kissed him.

“Hah, here, got you a beer.”

Taehyung clinked the beer bottle down, still pouting. “I still think you’re wrong, but for Jimin’s sake I’ll shut up about it.”

Jimin whined. “Thank God, because I was starting to fucking lose it.”

When Jungkook remembered to look back at the booth, Seokjin and her were no longer there.

-

The fourth time he saw her, Jungkook was pissed.

He had gone to bathroom and came back to no friends. The fuck? Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung had just fucking disappeared. Like, yes, Jungkook had to throw up to prevent himself from getting alcohol poisoning and had taken longer than he anticipated, but still. What month of university was this? Whatever, not late enough to get fucking abandoned. He could understand if one of them was trying to get laid, but they were not drunk enough to forget he existed without so much as a text.

Earlier, Jungkook had been dared to shotgun way too many beers in a row compared to the amount of money he won. He still won though, so that was lit.

Anyway!

He had to throw up because it was disgusting. And now he felt much better, except for the fact that his friends were fucking gone. Dumbasses.

This party house was much bigger, much louder, and much rowdier. Whoever owned this house was loaded and they had tons of alcohol. Jungkook even swore he had seen drugs, but his friends told him to be careful and not fuck around. Getting expelled wasn’t on Jungkook’s list of things to do anyway, so he didn’t even bother to look.

Instead, he went on a familiar routine of opening random ass doors to random ass people, either way too drunk to notice him or way too occupied with fucking to care about his existence. Whatever. Where the fuck were those two loons?

And then he opened the door Jimin and Taehyung were behind.

They didn’t see him. Jimin’s head was tipped back against the headboard of the king-sized bed, hands clasping the hair of a woman Jungkook was beginning to see way too often. She was wearing a navy t-shirt, and her head was between Jimin’s legs, her hands clutching his pink dress shirt and Taehyung railed her from behind, eyes closed, white t-shirt drenched with sweat. The rough movements made her shirt flutter. Jungkook spied the white, embroidered flowers amongst the navy folds.

Jungkook closed the door and decided it was time to go home. Fuck those guys.

Not literally.

Well, it was happening right now. Technically.

Jungkook sighed and marched back downstairs, trying to figure out how he was going to scrub his eyeballs to erase the image from his mind forever.

-

Jungkook liked to hang out at Min Yoongi’s apartment. Yoongi didn’t live in the dorms because he was older and a grad student. Jungkook often went there to study because Yoongi practiced piano and guitar all the time. It was nice to study to some background music. Yoongi usually didn’t care if he was there or not. He had opened the door in a dark gray t-shirt with a skull graphic, yawning. The shorter man looked even shorter in his baggy black sweatpants.

“Oh, it’s you,” Yoongi mumbled. “Come in.”

Jungkook made himself at home, taking out his papers and textbooks on Yoongi’s coffee table. Yoongi busied himself around the apartment, making himself a coffee before going back to his bedroom which was also a makeshift studio. Soon, Jungkook began to hear synth beats, samples, and Yoongi’s pensive noises he made when he was thinking. This was fine too. Yoongi also often mixed music or was in the middle of making his own. Jungkook missed the piano, but rapper Yoongi was just as cool as piano Yoongi.

Jungkook stayed there for a while. Yoongi bought him lamb skewers for dinner. Sweet.

Maybe he shouldn’t party so much. This was nice too.

-

And now, a week later, Jungkook was staring at the same dark grey t-shirt he had seen that night at Yoongi’s. He was sure it was the same one, because he could see the skull graphic on the center of the shirt underneath her leather jacket. He tilted his head and frowned. She nodded and turned around, walking away from him. She didn’t say anything more.

Jungkook stared at Taehyung’s iPhone and then at her retreating back.

The fuck?

-

So, he waited.

Clearly, she knew who he was, because she had said his full name when they talked. Jungkook was going to ask Taehyung when he returned the phone, but Taehyung had just shrugged.

“Just hanging out. Don’t worry about it.”

Yet it was the end of the semester and…

Nothing.

The next semester started and still.

Nothing.

Jungkook saw her all right, wearing a pink dress shirt over a white t-shirt as she walked to the library, black backpack slung over her shoulder. Not just there, but fucking everywhere, at all the parties, all the clubs, in the hallways, and on his way to class. Wearing the clothes of his friends like they were badges of her conquests. They had to be, otherwise why the fuck would she have them? And none of his friends said anything. Nothing! Obviously, every single one of them had hooked up with this woman and every single one of them acted like they hadn’t. Even Min Yoongi, who was too lazy to even go to most of the parties or outings. How she had managed to bang him was beyond Jungkook.

And the fact that she didn’t even try to hook up with him was beginning to infuriate him.

He knew he wasn’t ugly. Jungkook received enough compliments to assure himself of that (plus his mom always reminded him, thanks Mom). He had drunken sex just like everyone else. It wasn’t like he didn’t make himself available. He was in her vicinity. In her orbit. Always on the periphery.

And she did nothing to acknowledge his existence.

Why?

Jungkook didn’t get it. And he didn’t like it either.

-

“Newton’s law of orbital motion.”

Jungkook’s eyes were glazing over. His professor’s voice was the equivalence of white noise. Why was Physics split over two semesters? Ugh. Whatever. That wasn’t the problem right now.

The problem was, he was going to get laid by this mysterious woman and he was going to do it at this weekend’s party.

Yeah, well, that was as far as Jungkook got with that. How was he supposed to start the conversation? Yo, you fucked all my friends, what gives? What about me? He could try to pick her up normally, but his ability of picking up women was talking to the ones he knew were interested in him first. And she was evidently not that, because he was just a damn asteroid floating mindlessly in her space. Probably not even an asteroid. Just a fleck of space dust.

He groaned and slumped down on his notebook, copying the stupid equation with a grumble.

-

Yoongi had a hickey and Jungkook knew who it came from because she was wearing the same black-and-white long-sleeved shirt Yoongi was wearing yesterday. Yoongi yawned and shrugged his jacket over it, but Jungkook saw it immediately.

What the fuck?

Jungkook fumed into his beer, the plastic cup shaking. How? Why?

And Yoongi again?

She was in the kitchen, chatting with a guy, stretching her arms he placed a mojito in front of her. The action made her shirt ride up and the short, short black shorts became visible. The hem sunk into her soft thighs, just a tad too small. It made Jungkook’s mouth water.

She thanked him before wandering back into the crowd, holding her cup. Ponytail bouncing, high-fiving some guys. Yoongi was on his phone, texting. Hoseok and Jimin couldn’t make it because of dance practice and Namjoon was working on some sort of seminar paper. Taehyung and Seokjin had dragged Yoongi out – “Eh, I have to watch out for you idiots anyway,” was Yoongi’s grumble as he picked up his car keys – and Jungkook tagged along because he was bored. Taehyung and Seokjin were playing was very drunk Twister for some reason and Yoongi had declined – “You’re all idiots” – leaving him with Jungkook. Which was fine, because Yoongi had a comfortable energy about him. Jungkook liked being in silence with him. Yoongi wasn’t drinking because he was driving.

So Jungkook was spacing out, watching her move amongst the crowd. Her free hand absentmindedly flicked up the back of her long shirt – well, Yoongi’s shirt technically – and pulled out her phone. The curve of her ass was clearly visible against the white parts of the shirt. She looked at it and typed something, hands tucked into the sleeves.

Yoongi’s phone buzzed next to him.

Jungkook’s mouth thinned into a line. He snuck a glance at Yoongi who, completely expressionless, responded. She was peering at her cell again and smirking.

Was it possible to pop a vein just by standing there?

Jungkook finished his beer.

“I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook didn’t see Yoongi raising as eyebrow as he stalked off.

Was he overthinking this? Was it a conspiracy? His brow furrowed as he moved closer to her. She turned her head in his direction and her eyes widened.

And she bolted.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Jungkook ran after her, pushing through the crowd, but she was much faster and knew where she was going. Twenty seconds in and he had lost sight of her. He stood in the center of the packed patio, confused as shit. When he got back to Yoongi, Yoongi was listening to something with his headphones.

“Something happen?” Yoongi asked absentmindedly.

“Who’s the girl you fucked last night?”

Yoongi paused. He removed a headphone from his ear. He tucked his tongue in his cheek and looked up at Jungkook, who was putting on his best annoyed face. Yoongi’s eyes shifted from the crowd and then back to Jungkook. He shrugged.

“Does it matter?”

“Why is there a woman wearing your shirt?”

Yoongi frowned. “A shirt’s a shirt. Is it that weird for a girl to own a shirt I also bought from a store?”

Jungkook made a face. He narrowed his eyes as Yoongi gave him a confused look.

“She just ran from me…”

Yoongi shrugged again. “I mean, you look really angry. I’d run from you too if I was a stranger.” He went back to his phone, scratching his cheek with his free hand. “Maybe she thought you were someone else.”

Was he going crazy?

-

The, uh, fifty-seventh? Who cared, Jungkook had lost count now. Once again, he spied her from across the sidewalk, in the crowd of students, holding three folders stuffed full with papers and balancing a coffee and her black backpack. Red crop top with a leather jacket and tight black jeans. At least it didn’t look like she had stolen anyone’s clothes this time… unless that jacket was from someone… Or even the crop top, because it wasn’t like Jungkook knew what her sexuality was to be honest.

Anyway!

Jungkook stopped walking. Their paths were going to cross if she continued walking. She took a sip from her coffee, leaving a red lipstick mark. She scowled at something on her folders. A piece of paper. She clicked her tongue, lashes looking downward, the same winged liner as usual. The paper flapped in the wind and she pushed it against her chest, looking perturbed.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Er, hello.”

She didn’t even look at him. She was chewing her lip, thinking. Jungkook had to stand in front of her for her to realize he was speaking to her.

“Oh.” She snapped out of her thoughts and stopped walking, tilting her head at him. “Um… Jeon Jungkook, right?”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Er, yes. That’s me.”

She nodded. “Kim Taehyung’s friend, right?”

And Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Kim Seokjin’s friend, he thought with annoyance.

She blinked at him.

“What do you want?”

To FUCK because obviously you fucked everyone else!

Jungkook didn’t say that. His id definitely wanted to say that, but his superego told him to shut the fuck up. So that left Jungkook scrambling to think of an answer.

“Ah… I just so happened to see you last weekend. At that big party in the white house.”

She blinked and nodded. “Uh… huh.”

She did not seem to remember that she ran from him. Okay, fine. Take two.

“The shirt you were wearing… it’s Yoongi-hyung’s, isn’t it? He asked if I could get it back,” Jungkook lied.

She frowned. “Min Yoongi? You know him too?”

“Yeah. He’s my close friend.”

Her eyebrows raised. “Huh. Alright, I’ll talk to him about it the next time I see him.”

Or fuck him, he thought bitterly. “You could just give it to me.”

She chuckled. “For one, I don’t have it with me. And, for two,” she continued, small smirk on her lips. “I’m not giving it back. Thus, Yoongi and I need to have a little discussion about that.” There was a dangerous glint in her eye. “But it’s sweet of you to try anyway. Gotta get to class now, so see you, Jeon Jungkook.”

She brushed past him.

Is it that weird for a girl to own a shirt I also bought from a store?

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. He spun around. She was already ten feet away. Students milled about, hurrying, hurrying. He didn’t have any classes after this.

He followed her.

-

He sat outside the lecture hall. It was an upper-level psychology class. He could see her from the small window in the door and fiddled with his phone. There were less than thirty students and everyone was listening intently to the animated professor. She was focused, writing notes and answering questions when asked. She looked… normal. Just a normal student with normal priorities. She didn’t look like someone who could take shots like a champ and fuck literally every single one of his friends.

Maybe Jungkook was the crazy one.

He frowned, staring at his phone. Why would Yoongi lie to him? Well, it wasn’t like he was obligated to tell Jungkook anything about his sex life. In fact, he was probably thrown off by Jungkook asking him straight out, because who the fuck does that? To top it all off, she didn’t actually have to fuck him if she didn’t want to. If for some reason she wasn’t attracted to him (possible, Jungkook thought), then why was he trying? That was just rude.

Jungkook spun his phone around in his hands. Then he got up and grabbed his bag. His eyes flickered to the door.

She was staring straight at him, one hand under her chin, smirk on her plump lips.

And she winked.

Jungkook froze. What? That was literally the only attention she had initiated with him during all his time at university. The class seemed to be on break, with students talking amongst themselves and the teacher sipping his coffee at his desk. She cocked her chin at him and then raised her phone, tapping the screen. He looked down at his, not even realizing he had a new message.

From Min Yoongi-hyung.

Why are you lying and involving me?

Jungkook jerked his head up, but she was facing the other way now.

He ran.

-

“Kind of weird that you don’t want to come to the party, but, okay, man,” Taehyung was saying. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”

Yeah, because if she was there, Jungkook could not look her in the face. He also couldn’t look Yoongi in the face either. Not that Yoongi ever brought it up again or even sent another text after that. Jungkook hadn’t even responded to it. He ran a hand through his long hair, staring in the mirror as Taehyung chatted with him.

“Alright, I’m off. Let me know if you decide to show up.”

Jungkook sat in his dorm, shirtless. He didn’t have a roommate – he had one of the few single rooms to himself. He didn’t really want a roommate and none of his friends lived on campus anyway. He liked his own space. Plus, it made fucking someone a lot less awkward if he was living alone. He fell back against the bed. He didn’t actually have a paper to write. He had written it earlier and it was good enough. He just…

Didn’t want to make a fucking fool of himself again.

Jungkook rubbed his forehead. This whole situation wasn’t even a situation. It was him in his head dreaming up stupid shit. It didn’t actually matter. It was only filling his head with confusing thoughts and indecision.

But still… why?

He placed his right forearm over his eyes. The black script tattoo was healing and he was planning to add more soon. He sighed, thinking. He worked out. Had a (more than) decent face. Got pretty good grades (for someone who didn’t try very hard). So, why? Did she really not consider it, not even once? They were around the same people, the same crowd, and never? Not even in a drunken stupor? Jungkook clicked his tongue. Did she have a type? It didn’t seem like it; everyone in his friend group was very different, looks-wise and personality-wise. She was attractive, of course. You couldn’t sleep with that many people and not be hot. Juicy thighs, perky ass, nice shape to her tits. A playful face with a smile that made you fall in love. Dimples on both cheeks when she laughed really hard. Ugh. So cute. Lovely-shaped lips that reminded Jungkook of Jimin’s.

Okay, that last thought was a little weird.

Anyway!

Jungkook sighed again. He sat up, intending to get on his computer and play something. Maybe Overwatch or League. He looked down at his gray sweatpants. Oh.

Well, maybe he should jack off first.

Before he could decide however, there was a knock on the door. The RA? He got up, shaking his sweatpants. Hopefully the bagginess would mask it. Plus, talking with the RA wasn’t sexy, so he was pretty sure his dick would pass out by then anyway.

Jungkook opened the door.

She smirked at him.

Jungkook closed the door.

She shoved her black boot in the opening, preventing him.

“No, you don’t, Jeon Jungkook.”

He backed up, shell-shocked. She pushed the door open and walked into his room. Hair over her shoulders, the same winged eyeliner and red lip stain. The black collar with the silver ring, the same one she had worn the first time he saw her. Pink dress shirt, the one she grabbed as Jimin face-fucked her. White t-shirt underneath, the one Taehyung had worn as he fucked her from behind. Both too big for her, so she wore no pants. Just thigh-high white socks and her thick-soled black boots with the silver tips, the ones she wore when she sat in the booth with Seokjin.

In short, Jungkook’s dick snapped to attention like a scared newbie army recruit.

She tucked her tongue in her cheek and raised her eyebrows at him. Jungkook seemed to come back to reality and slapped his arms across his chest. He was shirtless, after all.

“H-how did you figure out what dorm I was in?” he sputtered. “And w-what room?”

She tilted her head. “Friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, of a friend… of a friend,” she said slowly, tongue poking out a little from between her lips when she paused. “I know some people.”

Jungkook blinked rapidly. “W-well, why are you here?”

She kicked his door casually behind her. It slammed shut, making him jump.

“Because,” she drawled, holding up her hand, lowering a finger as she made each point. “One, you decided to speak to me, only to lie to my face. Two.” Another finger went down. “You stalked me outside my Psychology of Anger class. Three.” Down it went. “When you realized you got found out, you ran away. Four.” Down. “Every time you see me walking around campus, I see you throwing yourself in the opposite direction as if you’re being attacked. Yeah, I notice, because you’re not subtle about it,” she added, chuckling. Jungkook felt his ears turn red. “And finally, five.” Her hand was a fist now. “Before that, you gawked at me every time I happened to be within eyesight of you. With your big round eyes, almost as if you were spacing out. Sometimes with your mouth open.” She twisted her lips to one side for half a second. “Kind of disorienting, really.”

Jungkook thought back to all those moments. Her eyes on him when he saw Namjoon press her against the wall. Her eyes flickering towards him when she was at the table with Hoseok. The shift when she was kissing Seokjin at the booth. Oh, God. The half-second before he closed the door, her eye on him as she sucked Jimin off. The light on her face as she was reading Yoongi’s text on her phone, her pupils on him. She knew. She knew, she knew, she fucking knew.

Jungkook’s lips parted. “Then why… why did you run?”

She raised her eyebrow. Then she nodded her head slowly, finally understanding. “Ah. Yes, that time at the party. I thought you were some kind of weird stalker, honestly. I really don’t have time to spend on creeps.”

A shameful shiver slid down his back. She thought he was a creep. Of course, she did, because literally everything he witnessed was sexual in nature and he was fucking ogling the entire time, holy fuck.

She cleared her throat. “Anyway, the rest of the guys straightened me out.”

Rest of the guys? What? THEY ALL KNEW TOO?

“You just want to fuck.”

God, Jungkook thought. If there is a God, please just open the Earth and throw me in Hell right now.

“I-I don’t–what–that’s preposterous–how would you even know–”

Jungkook was tripping over every word as she stood there, tapping her foot against the ground. He lost track of his thought and made a strange noise of defeat. Her lips curved into a slow smile.

“Well, technically, I didn’t know,” she said slowly. “I guessed and it looks like I guessed right.”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Oh holyfuckingshitcrap.

If Taehyung or Jimin were witnessing this right now, they would have face-palmed.

She licked her lips. It made Jungkook’s stomach flutter uncomfortably.

“Anyway, I figured it would be better for you to be alone when I told you this.” She shrugged. One shoulder of the pink dress shirt fluttered down, revealing a shoulder. “It seemed like it might have been embarrassing for you, and judging by your beet-red face and tomato ears, I am correct.”

Jungkook slapped his hands on his cheeks. “W-what, of course not, hahaha…”

“You got a tent in your pants, kid.”

He looked down and tore his hands from his face to place them over his crotch. “Erm.”

She chuckled and shrugged again. “Well, since that’s the case, I’ll leave you be then. Just didn’t want things to be weird between us, that’s all. And found out you aren’t a creep. Only a shy, awkward boy.”

Then she turned around and reached for the door handle.

Jungkook crossed the space between them within two steps and slammed a hand on the door, preventing her from opening it.

“Wait.”

He was staring at the back of her head. Her hair had a warm, herbal scent. He could see the slope of the pink dress shirt, outlining her shoulder blades under the thin white t-shirt. He was so close that he could even spy he straps of her pink bra underneath the white fabric. Looked even further and he spotted the point that the dress shirt stuck out a bit from the curve of her ass.

“I’m not… a boy,” he said slowly. His voice came out lower than he thought.

He heard her make a light scoff.

“You expect answers without asking the questions,” she replied, still not turning around. “Not everything will be handed to you just because you’re cute.”

Pause.

“Boy.”

Jungkook knew how she managed to sleep with all of them now. She pressed every single one of his buttons, perfectly, within a single conversation. He placed his other hand on the door, fingers spread out. Took a step forward and pressed his body against hers, relishing in the softness. One of his hands slid down and snaked between the space of the door and her face, cupping her chin. He pushed it up so her eyes met his. Her teasing, perfect eyes.

“Wanna fuck, then?” he breathed against her forehead.

Her lips curved into a slow, foxlike smile. For a half-second, Jungkook thought she would say no.

“Now we’re talking.”

Jungkook had experience. He knew what women liked. But he did not know what this woman liked, because this woman was the embodiment of a fucking enigma. And at this point he was quite sure she had him mostly figured out. For instance, she pressed back against him, ass perched right on his cock, making him gasp. Her hand came up and she slid his fingers up her chin, opening her mouth slowly. He stared, transfixed. Her pink tongue slid out and she pushed two of his fingers in her mouth, wrapping her warm, wet tongue around them.

Sucking on them. Slipping her tongue around his fingers, single eyebrow lifted as she drenched them with saliva, so wet that his cock twitched at the thought of being in that hole. She placed her lips around them and used her tongue to push them to the roof of her mouth, sinking down to his knuckles.

Jungkook really couldn’t breathe, watching his dirty display of power.

Her hand was still wrapped around his. Slowly, she pulled his fingers out of her mouth, strings of saliva snapping as his fingers trailed out with a small pop. Jungkook shivered. The pink dress shirt was sliding down her arms, onto the floor.

She straightened her head and turned around slowly. She kicked the shirt aside, looking up at him through his lashes. His heart was beating so fast that he thought it was going to beat out of his chest.

“Why… why do you take their clothes?” Jungkook whispered.

She grinned. She looked down at his bare chest. Reached out, fingertips dancing in the air. Her nails slowly made their way up the ladder of his abs, eyes finding his once again.

“I like to remember who did a good job fucking me,” she replied steadily, so calm and cool that it was ruining him, driving him insane. “Let’s see if you’re so lucky.”

She flattened her palm against his toned pecs and let it slide up. Jungkook couldn’t look away from her face. She snaked her arm around his neck, fingers tangling in his long hair. She pulled his head back roughly.

He whimpered.

Help.

She got on her tiptoes; lips so close. Her other arm came around his waist. She rolled her hips into his. Delicious, sweet friction. Held him there as she dry-humped him, agonizingly slowly, breathing against his shaking lips. The only thing holding him up was his one hand against the door.

“You like that, little one?”

Jungkook wasn’t little. She was saying it to provoke him and it was working even though he didn’t want it to. He tried not to gasp or make any indication that he was enjoying it, but his hips were already moving, pushing back, frantic for more. Her tongue slithered out and brushed against his lips. He moaned. Had he ever been more desperate for a kiss? More desperate for anything more than just simple dry-humping at his fucking dorm door? Her grip on his hair tightened, pulling a little harder.

“What if I leave you here?” she taunted, digging her nails into his side. “What if I let go and leave you here, needy and lonely, without me to take care of you?”

What was going on? This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This wasn’t how he was supposed to end up. Why couldn’t he collect himself?

“Please don’t…” he whined. His hand on the door balled into a fist. “Please.”

She kissed him.

Oh, fuck.

Lips so soft, barely any pressure, tongue on his lips. Poking, teasing him. Jungkook moaned, mouth opening and the tip barely thrust in. His whole body shivered as she slid it in and out between his lips. There wasn’t enough. Wasn’t enough pressure, not enough tongue, not enough forcefulness. He whined, jerking his hips into hers, trying to suck her tongue into his mouth, but it slipped away every time. Then her lips pressed fully against his and she mouthed the words on his lips. He knew what she said even before the sound touched his ears.

“Want more, little one?”

Yes. Oh, please, yes.

But he couldn’t say it because his lips were trapped against hers. She softly kissed him, over and over, hardly deep enough or passionate enough for his liking, infuriatingly not adequate and all of it on purpose. She pushed him into the room, away from the door, making him stumble. Jungkook could only break apart for half a second to choke out one word – “shoes” – but she was already removing her arm from his waist, zipping down her boot and kicking it aside, and then the other, pushing his head down to hers the entire time so she could make out with him.

Then, she pushed them apart.

He nearly tripped, forced to take several steps back. He was panting, out of breath as if he had been running for a long time. Jungkook lifted his head to her crafty expression. He could be the dominant one. He knew he could. But she wasn’t letting him. She had him in the palm of her hand, even now, even in this slight second of breath, the single moment of sanity, and then it was gone because she was lifting her shirt, the white t-shirt crumpling and thrown aside, landing on his desk, on his laptop. The pink, polka-dotted bra molded to her sinful breasts, so innocent-looking. They matched the tiny pink polka-dotted panties that pressed into her skin, complimenting her white thigh-high stockings that clamped around the softness.

His brain?

Broken. It was frozen at this image of this hot-as-fuck woman dropping to her knees and crawling on her hands towards him. Each movement a little closer, a lion stalking her prey and he was the frozen antelope, unable to run. She stopped right in front of him, straightening. And then, the smallest detail, spreading her thighs so he could see the faint wet spot between her panties. He could see her cleavage, the curve of her breasts as she trailed her hands up her thighs, her stomach, bending around her breasts, up her neck, tracing the silver ring and black leather of her choker, mouth opening to her wet tongue, a single fingertip touching the end.

“Wanna be in here, little one?” she murmured around her finger, eyes half-lidded.

“Fuck yes.”

If Jungkook could gather his last two brain cells, he would have sounded a whole lot less desperate, but at the moment those two brain cells had abandoned their post, leaving him an absolute mess as she hooked her fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear and dragged them down, down, exposing his leaking cock out in the open. Fuck, she looked so smug and he couldn’t do anything about it as she leaned in with a soft kitten lick, wiping it away.

“Let me ask you something before I start,” she purred.

Jungkook blinked. “O-okay…”

“Were you upset that I fucked all your friends and never, ever asked you?”

His eyes widened.

She smirked and wrapped her lips around his cock. His brain cells came back from their lunch break to Jungkook screwing his eyes shut and throwing his head back as she bobbed her head up and down his cock, deep, slow, wet. Tongue rubbing all around him, hands gripping his hips. He didn’t know what to do with his hands because he didn’t want to mess with her pace so he curled them into fists, sinking his nails into his palms as he moaned, feeling the head smack the back of her throat, muscles squeezing him hard and tight. Because she had been so soft and teasing less than ten seconds ago, Jungkook was not prepared for this wild intensity. She was literally deep-throating his cock like nobody’s business and he was trying very, very hard not to bust his load within seconds because that would be fucking embarrassing as shit. He forced his eyes open to look down at her, panting.

“S-stop…” he pleaded, but she wasn’t stopping. “P-please, stop, I want to f-fuck you.”

The slightest tick of her eyebrow. She stared up at him. It was too sexy. He chomped down on his tongue, anything to feel something else than the overwhelming pleasure from being in her mouth.

“P-please… want to fuck your p-pussy…”

She slowed, still making eye contact with him. She didn’t completely stop until she was all the way down his cock, saliva dripping out and down his balls. She didn’t get off him. Just watched him, pulsing her throat around his dick. Jungkook got it. She wanted him to beg. Her throat squeezed him extra hard and he whimpered. He bit his lower lip.

Pride? What pride?

“Please…” Oh, God, was that him? That wretched, pitiful whine, so wrecked and barely anything happened. “Please, let me fuck your pussy. Let me inside you. Let me pleasure you.” She blinked slowly. Not enough. “You made me wait so long…” His eyes raked over her sensual body, his skin burning. “You fucked them all and made me wait, made me want you, made me think about you all the time, made me crazy knowing everyone had you, but me.”

What even was this? He had never begged like this in his entire life, but he was ruined and destroyed by this beautiful woman whose red lips were around his cock.

“I want you to use my cock and make you cum, just for me. Want you to watch me when I fuck you, want you to moan for me, want you to say my name with those lips.”

Her eyes sparkled. She drew back, slowly. His cock achingly, deliberately popped out of her tight, wet mouth and he cried out softly, almost regretful that he didn’t ask for her to finish him then. She got off her knees, sliding up his body, his cock hitting her stomach and then her thigh, smearing saliva and pre-cum on her smooth skin. She pursed her lips against his, the tiniest peck, and he could taste himself, a slight hint of his own cum.

“Alright, Jungkook,” she said slowly, reaching into her bra and pulling out a condom. Of course, she had a condom in her bra. “I’ll let you fuck me.”

She smacked the warm foil packet against his chest.

Fuck, the way she said his name. So velvety, so wanton. She moved past him and Jungkook turned around, condom in hand, watching as she faced him, unhooking her pink bra. It peeled off her body and dropped to the floor, tits bouncing. She pressed her hard nipples in between two fingers and tugged, giving him a little gasp and a peek of her pink tongue from between her plump lips. He followed, swallowing hard as she backed up to his bed, hopping up and sliding back. Jungkook made it to the end of his bed and watched as she linked two fingers on the sides of her panties and pushed them down, lifting her legs up and together as she slid them off.

Thus, providing Jungkook with a shockingly clear view of her glistening pussy lips.

She lowered her legs and spread them. Wearing nothing but those white thigh-high socks and the black choker around her neck.

“Holy fuck.”

She smirked. “Come here, little one.”

At this point, he was beginning to enjoy this nickname. Either that or Jungkook was so horny that she could call him anything and he was still going to climb onto the bed, chewing on his lip, hand over hand, breath hitching as he neared, smelling her arousal. His eyes flickered to hers. She tilted her head and nodded. He bent down and licked her slit, long and slow, groaning as her sweet, thick taste coated his tongue. Oh, if only he had more patience to eat her out. Instead, his cock was dripping an embarrassing amount of pre-cum onto his sheets, so he got to his knees, unwrapping the condom and sliding it on, somewhat grateful for it so that he wouldn’t explode within two seconds of being inside her. He positioned himself at her entrance, lifting her legs.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

He shifted his attention to her face. He felt her hand reach down and guide him to the correct angle.

“Look at me when you go in,” she said, smirking.

His eyes widened as he pushed inward, slow, centimeter by centimeter, feeling her warmth cover him and shake him to his core, her eyes boring into his, satisfaction glittering in those orbs as he gasped at her tightness, her wetness, her heat. Breathing so shallow Jungkook felt like he was ready to pass out, thrusting the last of his cock inside her so he was fully buried, his entire length squeezed by her pussy.

She lifted herself up and wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers in his long dark hair. She pulled lightly and he moaned, lips trembling.

“You like that, little one?” she murmured, lips against his cheek, licking him lightly. “You like your hair pulled?” She kissed his chiseled jaw, clenching around his cock.

“Y-yes,” he whimpered. “A l-little…”

Her tongue wrapped around his earlobe, playing with his earrings. He could feel her hard nipples rub against his chest as she pressed her body against him. She pulled again and he moaned into her ear, shuddering as she paired the pain with the pulse of her pussy.

“I like the sounds you make,” she whispered. “Let me mark you, little one.”

He swallowed, still unable to move because he was in her gravity now, lost in her smokey voice.

“Yes, please…”

She kissed down his ear softly, lips against the pulse point under his ear. She bit his skin, sucking hard, rolling her hips onto his cock. His eyelids fluttered as she bit him, hard and unforgiving. Sharp, wet sounds. He whimpered and she ran her tongue over the bruised skin before kissing down further, finding the spot where his neck and shoulder connected. She pressed her lips against it and he swallowed in anticipation.

“Jungkook.”

“Y-yeah?”

He could feel her lips form the words she was spoke into his skin.

“Your cock feels nice inside me.”

She bit him again, hard. His eyes rolled back into his head, cock swelling at the compliment and the pain radiating through him as she pulled on his hair, sucking his skin, rutting her wet, tight pussy onto his cock. The euphoric ecstasy was unlike anything Jungkook had ever felt before. It was just a hickey and some hair pulling while he was cock-deep into a woman, but it was so much more, the soft kitten licks as she soothed the irritated flesh, the rubbing of his scalp, and the throbbing around his cock.

She finally let him go, leaning back. Her hair fanned out on his pillows, lipstick smeared, tongue between her teeth. He really thought the first time was going to be at some shitty party where he was half-drunk and confused, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t like that at all. Instead, she cocked her chin at him, giving him an open-mouthed smirk as she looked up at him from his bed.

“Fuck me, Jungkook.”

He began to move, starting slow and deep, gasping at the feeling. Her eyes drifted from his face to his cock moving in and out of her, then back up to his face. She was letting him do as he wanted, he knew. Jungkook could tell from her expression, giving him the reins for once. He scooted up, still fucking her leisurely as he lifted his hands and touched her nipples with his fingertips. He pushed them in a circle, rubbing them, closing his eyes. They were hard but soft, so fun to touch as he thrust his cock inside her. He pinched them and he whimpered as her pussy squeezed him. He did it again and felt it again. He cupped her breasts and did it again, pulling a little his time. She made a breathless moan and he opened his eyes, seeing hers shrouded with lust. He held her nipple between his index and ring finger, using his middle finger to rub the hardened nub. She gasped softly, whispering his name.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Jungkook panted, feeling his hips thrust harder, spurred on by her noises. She pressed her head against his pillows, crying out as he increased his pace, rubbing her nipples harder.

“Harder, little one,” she purred, rolling her hips into his. “Want to feel your cock in the deepest parts of me.”

He pinched her nipples, hard, and she moaned with a teasing smile as he let go, placing his hands back on the bed for leverage. His long hair brushed into his eyes but he didn’t care, ramming his hips into her, hearing the harsh, loud slap of their bodies. She hissed out his name, tipping her head back as she lifted her arms above her head, clutching his pillows.

“That’s it, Jungkook,” she panted as he pounded her into his bed, feeling her pussy tighten and throb around him. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

He did, hard, rough, gasping at her pretty lips opened and her eyes closed in bliss, enjoying his cock, just his, enjoying the way he felt, enjoying his hips slapping into hers and his cock twitching inside her.

“Need you to cum for me,” he growled, surprised at his own rawness. “Need you to cum all over my cock. Need to feel you.” A hint of desperation juxtaposed with his order. He wanted her to fall apart with his cock, wanted to watch her unravel as she came with his cock.

She cracked her eyes open and wrapped her legs around his waist, thighs squeezing him. Oh, fuck. Eyes that said, go for it. Do it if you can.

He rammed his hips into her, pounding into her over and over, so hard the bed squealed at the force, so deep her fingers gripping his sheets were white, her moans filling his room, imprinting in his memory.

“A-ah, Jungkooooook.”

His name dragged out, mixed with a moan, cock twitching at her back arching, tits bouncing with his thrusts.

“So good, so good… Gonna cum for you, just for you, Jungkook...”

And then he felt it, the heated, throbbing squeeze and the instant squelch of liquid dripping out and sliding down his balls, soaking into his sheets. The scent of her sex so heavy and sweet that he was drunk, slowing so he could feel her pussy pulsating around him, vibrating his entire length.

“W-why do you feel so good?” he whined, shoving his cock so deep she jerked up his pillows. She chuckled, but he kept going, back to his rough pace, because he couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to cum. He needed it now, deep inside her pussy, her scent on his skin, her foxy eyes on him.

“You wanna cum for me, little one?” she panted out, licking her lips. “Want to feel your cock get milked by my pussy?”

Jungkook sucked in a breath, clenching his jaw as he nodded fiercely, unable to respond. She reached up and he knew what was coming and he wanted it, wanted it so fucking bad. His long hair was smacking him in the face but she collected it back, only leaving a few strands on his sweaty forehead.

“Cum for me, Jungkook. Fill me up.”

And then she yanked on his hair, hard, tearing a gasp from his lips. The pain shot through him, igniting every nerve, the pleasure of her pussy clenching him as he kept going, slapping his hips into hers, feeling the pull on his hair every time he sank in. Jungkook was doing it to himself now and he loved every second of it. The familiar tightening coiled inside him, so sharp and sudden that he almost screamed as he came, the orgasm racking his entire body as she pulled his head back with his hair, moaning with him as she came again, throbbing as he shot into the condom, cock jerking with force against her walls.

His whole body shuddered as the aftershocks faded. Oh, shit. He was winded, throat dry. Someone must have heard. Holy fuck. Jungkook had never cum so hard in his entire life.

Her hand let go of his hair. She rubbed his scalp. He closed his eyes, his body rising and falling as he exhaled.

“Did I live up to your expectations, little one?”

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The next day, Jungkook ran into Taehyung at the usual coffee spot. It was the weekend, so Jungkook hadn’t expected to see him. Taehyung looked super hungover and barely alive as he ordered a coffee in his raspy, deep voice.

“Damn, are you dead?” Jungkook asked playfully as Taehyung stumbled to him, trying not to spill his coffee. Taehyung hated coffee, so he must have really needed it for some reason or another.

“Probably. I forgot I have a paper due on Monday.” He took a sip of it and made a disgusted face. “I hate this shit.”

Jungkook spied her walking up to the counter. She rubbed her chin and ordered a tea, handing over her card. She was wearing a white crop top, black baseball cap, and short leather jacket.

And his gray sweatpants.

Taehyung squinted at his neck.

“The fuck happened to you? Someone punch you in the neck?”

Jungkook slapped a hand over his hickey. “Er…”

She breezed past them, not looking at them as she hurried along, checking her phone for the time. Taehyung whipped his head around, recognizing her instantly. And the sweatpants.

“Yah! She told me she was going to study!” He whipped his head back to Jungkook, who looked away immediately. “Study your dick, apparently!”

“Uh…”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes and grumbled as he walked away.

“Well, get in line, bitch.”

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sister story: meteor, m | myg

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note: Yes, I am aware League of Legends has changed the entire item inventory for 2021 preseason. I haven’t played the new patch since I wrote this. Just pretend this all happened before the preseason patch, okay? lol

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Hey, look I finally finished Chapter 6 of Something Wicked!

This was a very, very long, winding chapter with a lot going on. Over 6,000 words worth, and I'm wondering if I should split it in two, although it does mess up the current pattern I have of two Jade chapters followed by two Caz chapters (which I'm not sure is a great pattern either, but anyway).

There's quite a few changes I had to make in rewrites, including one extra corpse to dispose of and extending negotiations with Brooks to a scene at a diner.

Anyway, here's the end of the chapter. TWs for smoking, language, mentions of food, and a sex joke (which may be kind of bad, I'm not sure about keeping it, kind of feels flat).

Something Wicked intro here

Taglist (ask to be +/-) below the cut

The ride back in the police SUV was long and painfully silent. As if to make some kind of point to Jade, Caz decided to sit in the backseat with her this time. It only caused more damage to her thighs as his knee continuously pressed into her, since even four feet of upholstery apparently wasn’t enough for him.

Brooks dropped them off where Jade’s truck was still parked near Matt’s apartment. The party had clearly ended a while ago. She wondered how everyone had reacted to the cops showing up following a nearby explosion.

She leaned against her truck and watched Caz hunch over Brooks’ open window. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but saw Caz put something in his hand and then pat the side of the car before Brooks drove off.

Caz walked over to her. He stood there for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, I can take off from here,” he said. “You’ll be okay getting back?”

“Yeah,” she said. “You didn’t have to ride back with me.”

Caz shrugged and moved over to where light was pooling under a streetlamp.

“Was too full to fly, anyway,” he said.

He leaned against the pole, one foot pressed against it as he bent his leg up in what looked to be the most awkward and least relaxing stance Jade could think of. He dug into his jacket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Jade grimaced. She couldn’t stand the smell of cigarettes, and had made it a rule that Caz couldn’t smoke when they were on a job together. She figured she’d let it slide tonight.

“Hell of a night,” he said.

Jade nodded.

“How was it?”

She looked at him and frowned.

“The eggs, Shaw,” he said. “How’d they taste?”

“Oh,” she blinked. “Uh, kind of rubbery. But the seasoning was good. Not too salty.”

A quick laugh and a puff of smoke escaped from Caz’s mouth.

“You know, I’ve taken so many people to that diner over the years,” he said. “Think you’re the only one who’s given me an honest answer about Leah’s eggs. Not that I would know. Only one thing of hers I’ve ever tasted.”

“Okay,” Jade said, opening her truck door. “That’s my cue to get the fuck out of here.”

The spark of the cigarette dropped to the ground and was stamped out under Caz’s shoe.

“Jade, wait,” he said.

She stopped, her hand pressed against the cracked rubber seal of her door.

“This guy, Brooks,” he said. “You got a read on him. Is he really trustworthy?”

The streetlamp must have been new. It had a clear, near-alien glow that only came from LEDs and made Caz look even more ghost-like than usual. Something about tonight, though — something felt very unglued about him.

“Oh no, not at all,” she said. “But if we refused his offer, something much worse would have happened.”

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