#and this year they stopped and i'm finally doing good

[zenmiren]

sypnosis: from friends to strangers to friends to lovers. you have known michael kaiser ever since you were kids, your cloud 9 friendship ended after he mysteriously stopped meeting up with you, and 4 years later, you meet again.

michael kaiser x reader

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— not proof-read, might be some mistakes

content: fluff, angst if you squint, nickname 'mihya' is used, childhood friends to lovers trope

saturday, 2:35 pm. berlin, germany.

— 3rd december 2007

8 year old michael kaiser sat by himself under a slide at the park that he went to often. he had been booted outside by his father once again, and with no where else to go, he fled to the park. michael had no friends, so usually, he just sat and watched people play, walk by with their dogs, etc..

until.. he spots a ball, old and rough looking. it clearly wasn't important since it was left behind, and maybe he could fit in with other kids if he had a toy of his own that he could play with.

he crawls out from under the slide and takes the ball. he threw it, bounced it and punched it around, but he was left wondering why his ball wasn't as bouncy as the other kids ones.

compared to his ball, which had pentagons and hexagons, the other kids had brightly coloured balls, and a few kids even had an orange ball with intricate stripes that they threw in a hoop. he tried to throw his ball high up in the air, to make it seem like he knew how to play too, and hopefully, the other kids would ask him to join... but instead.. a girl who was a bit shorter than him, but definitely his age approached him with a toothy grin.

"thats not how you play soccer" you pointed at him with your fat little index finger.

michael was.. awestruck, to say the least, he had never seen someone so.. soft looking, it gave him the urge to protect you, and he didn't even know your name...

"uh-uh.. what." what even was soccer? michael had no idea.

"soccer, you have a soccer ball. are you good at playing?"

"uh-"

"clearly not if you're throwing it around like that!" you laughed, unaware that you had made the boy a tad bit insecure of himself "but don't worry! i'm not very good, but still, i know the jist of it!"

michael simply nodded, letting you lead him along to a more open space. he watches you make a makeshift goal, using two sticks as the point you have to kick past before you strolled over to the ball and kicked it past.

"score!!" you happily exclaimed, cheering as you threw one hand up in the air, gripping the corner of your shirt and putting one leg ahead of the other [JUST IMAGINE KAISER'S MAGNUS POSE BUT LESS DRAMATIC.. cause ur not a try hard like michael is..]

you and michael had played until evening, and michael had quickly realised that he was a natural at the game.

the days after your first encounter, you hadn't shown up to the park in a bit, michael was disappointed, but had hoped you had returned. while you were gone, he practiced kicking the ball and doing tricks to impress you when you came back.

in reality, you were just sick with a fever and had to miss a few days of school and going out, which you were very upset about, but your mom made you just suck it up.

when michael finally saw you again, playing with your friends from school, he was so happy, yet so shy, and he didn't have the guts to approach you again. meanwhile, you were looking for the boy in the black hoodie that you played with before.

when you met eyes, michael felt relief when your face brightened, and you quickly excused yourself from your friends, running over to him and saying hi.

michael had a lot of fun with you every single day, for years. after your school, you would meet up at the park, it didn't matter how tired you were, you had to see him, atleast once a day. michael wasn't much of a talker, hangouts always usually consisted of you yapping about your day while he listened, hummed along and added commentary here and there. to you, it was perfect, you liked that michael listened.

your friends often wondered why you never finished all your food, and your mom found it strange that you always asked for extras whenever she packed your lunch. she summed it up to you just being a growing girl, and that it was most likely just cause you were going through puberty.

you would always just give your spare food to michael though.

you watched as michael scarfed down the remaining food in your lunchbox. neither of you talked, you both just sat on a small hill together. you laid on the grass while michael sat upright, since he didn't want to choke with how fast he was eating.

your eyes scattered around his body and face, he had taken off his signature black hoodie, showing off his forearms and all the bruises and scars that came with it. your gaze travelled up to his face, you always noticed his wounds, but never mentioned it, it must have been a sensitive topic. he had a busted lip, a black eye and a few bruises around his cheeks and forehead.

you sighed, before an idea came to mind.

saturday, 11:15am. berlin, germany

— 15th november 2014

the next day, you showed up to the park with a picnic basket, you had lied to your mom, saying that you would go out with a few friends, since she had no knowledge of michael.

"mihya" you hugged him from behind, effectively making him flinch in shock.

"hey, [name]..." his eyes drifted down to the picnic basket ".. what's.. that for?" he shrugged over to it

"oh! i brought some snacks for us"

michael's fat ass immediately got excited, and he watched as you set the picnic blanket down. you urged him to sit on the blanket, and when you opened the basket, it revealed a lot of snacks you brought, and a few medical items, like cotton balls, alcohol and gauze bandages.

you two made conversation, for a bit before you brought up the wounds. your hand gently cupped his cheek, softly caressing it.

"mihya.. let me clean your wounds, i'm not gonna ask how you got them, i just want to help.." you leaned in close, and michael felt his heart start to race... he hated how you were such a good person.

you ended up cleaning his wounds, only because you were so insistent.

as you used the last of your bandaids for a bruise on his cheek. you ended it off with a sweet kiss on his cheek, to which he flinched away before a heavy blush made its way on his cheeks. you giggled, and michael wished that he could save this in his memory forever. better yet, he wished this lasted forever.

you made him feel things that felt good, you were a safe space to escape everything else in his life. you were what heaven felt like, and michael hoped that he would never be separated from you.

he should have knocked on wood.

around a month after that day, michael mysteriously stopped showing up. not even a hint to why. you remembered clearly that the last time you both were together, he said "i'll see you tomorrow!".. and yet.

you, however, remained hopeful. michael isn't the type to just leave without a word, right? you waited for hours on end, every single day, and he never once came back. by the end of january, you had given up completely.

tuesday, 6:44pm. munich, germany

— (your birthdate) 2018

michael returned to his penthouse after practice. he was drenched in sweat, and his jersey stuck to his toned muscles. he sighed, kicking his shoes off, putting his duffel bag down and plopping down on the couch, manspreading before he whipped his phone out.

he needed a vacation, honestly. he scrolled on instagram, looking through his feed. he stumbled upon a collaboration post of a bunch of university students his age. michael raised a brow, and swiped to see the rest of the photos.

his blue eyes widened when he saw a familiar face, holding a cake. then it clicked, how could he forget? it was your birthday... michael mentally slapped himself, he thought of you every single day, and yet he managed to forget the most important day of the year, which was YOUR date of birth.

he was enamoured.. you looked so pretty, aged like fine wine, in his opinion, even though it had only been around 4 years.

his eyes went to the curve of your nose, the crinkle of your eyes as you smiled, the way your lips looked so so soft.. my goodness.

he set his phone down, his thoughts going on overdrive before he picked his phone back up, and looked through the collaborators on the instagram post, it was your birthday, so obviously you would be a collaborator. he clicked on your profile and mentally applauded himself when he found that your page was public.

he felt a small smile show up on his face when he saw what you were up to. you were a university student in munich, the same city he was in.. you went to a pottery class with a few friends just for fun, you had a part-time job working as a waitress at a 4-star restaurant. you had one cat, named misty, and your friend group over all had a good vibe to it.

michael was happy that you had trustworthy people to hang out with, however, he still wanted to be your number one best friend, maybe even more, so of course, he was a tad bit jealous.

he ordered a bouquet of generic roses to send to your university the next day. it came with a card that said 'send to [name] [last name]', so obviously you received it.

for a while, michael was fine with just stalking your social media and sending you gifts, without signing his name, but it all stopped once ness had come to practice with a familiar girl.

michael raised a brow, he remembered her from somewhere, but he just couldn't remember where.

"kaiser! this is eliza, a close family friend of mine!" ness beamed as michael glanced to eliza, who shyly waved.

eliza.. eliza... ah.. now he remembered.. michael had seen her name when he was scrolling through your followings.

ness had explained that eliza had invited him to a big meet up that was happening tonight with her friends and acquaintances, just for fun, and he wanted michael to come along, since for some reason, ness thought they were friends.

"is [name] gonna be there." michael blurted out, placing a hand on his hip.

ness tilted his head in confusion at the unfamiliar name, and eliza wasn't expecting that question.

"you know [name]? yeah, she'll be there" eliza nods

"then I'm coming."

".. right.."

ness didn't leave him alone for the entire day, constantly asking about who you were and how you knew each other. michael tuned him out. he was more focused on what he would wear, what cologne he would wear... what cologne would you like?

that night, he finished getting ready. he just wore something casual, since the gathering wasn't remotely fancy. ness had picked him up and as they drived, michael felt butterflies in his stomach, his knee was consistently bouncing and his hands felt clammy.

they met with eliza outside of the bar and when they went inside, michael was met with a few familiar faces, he recognised some as people you were following online, and some he didn't know at all.

his eyes shifted from face to face, before he saw yours. michael immediately started regretting coming here.. he was perfectly fine with just watching your life on instagram.. 'michael.. fucking idiot..' he mentally slapped himself. he should just leave honestly. michael was full of ego and confidence, and here he was, buckling his knees for a childhood friend.

he was just about to leave the bar, but you had already seen him, he swore he saw your eyes widen, just a little tiny bit before you excused yourself from your friends, just like how you did so many years ago at the park when you were children, and approached him...

"michael.." you addressed him

"hey." he forced himself to smirk, putting up his arrogant, usual facade.

"wipe that smirk off your face, asshole" you huffed, crossing your arms. "you have some explaining to do."

michael wasn't shocked when you returned to his penthouse with him that night... just to catch up, of course!

sunday, 6:30pm. berlin, germany

— 28th april 2025

you and michael were walked around your hometown, you had just gone as a 2 day trip, and soon, you both would be going to greece anyway, so you didn't need to go on holiday for too long.

you stopped by the old park you used to spend time in "mihya look!" you ran ahead, breaking your hand holding "hahah! this place barely changed!"

michael lovingly watched as you walked around the playground area ".. yeah.. it really hasn't.."

whilst your back was turned, he pulled out a velvet box from his coat pocket. he looked down at it, before looking back up at you, before looking back down at it again. he took a deep breath

".. mein liebling." he called out, gaining your attention. you turned over your shoulder, only to be met with the sight of your boyfriend down on one knee.

"...!!" you gasped and he softly smiled at your cute reaction.

".. let's get married?"

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[kissedlver]

Maybe some jealous/kinda toxic baby daddy Jey where he realizes he needs to change his playboy ways for his baby momma when she starts seeing someone else & some makeup smut following?

Set It Off.

JEY USO X FEM!BABYMOMMA!READER

SUMMARY: Jey tries acting like he doesn’t want a relationship with her but when his baby momma shows up to drop their son off, all dressed up and saying she has a date, something flips.

WARNINGS: Use of real names, choking, spanking, p in v, flirting, semi-toxic, degradation (i think), dirty talk, hair pulling, creampie.

SATURDAY, MARCH 26TH

6:57 PM

JEY’S HOUSE

The Pensacola heat wraps around your body as you and your four-year-old son, Jaylin, stand in front of your baby daddy’s house. The black heels that decorated your feet made your appear a few mere inches taller.

The door abruptly opens before Jey appears in the doorway. The gray in his beard very noticeable as he steps closer to the light.

Jaylin practically jumps from his spot beside you, towards his dad. “Okay baby, mama loves you. I’ll see you saturday.” You squat down to give him a kiss on his head before standing straight up again.

“Hi, Joshua.” You say as you finally look Jey in his eyes. His eyes traveled down your curvy figure, stopping at the way your dress ended mid thigh.

"Where you going?" His eyebrows furrowed slightly as the words left his mouth. "On a date." The slight smile that adorned your face made Josh upset.

"With who?" You rolled your eyes as more questions left his mouth.

"That's none of your business. Now, bye baby. I love you." You say to your son before he runs into Josh’s house. You look at Jey again before going to walk away.

"Answer my question, Y/n." His voice made you halt.

"As I said, Joshua, it's none of your concern." You heard Josh suck his teeth as he rolled his eyes.

You you roll your eyes as you dig in your purse trying to find the keys to your white Mercedes G-Wagon G63.

Jey watches you with folded arms as you try to find your keys. "You going on a date dressed like that?" Jey's tone was annoyed as he spoke.

Your eyes roll as you successfully grab the keys and pull them out of your purse. "Yeah, I am. What's it to you?" You reply back as you start to walk towards the car.

"Who the fuck is the date with?" He was growing more bothered as he spoke. He'd always had a protective nature over you.

You stop in your spot and look at him. "What's it to you? You're not my man. We aren't together, remember?" Your eyebrow raised as you spoke. “You made that abundantly clear after you started fucking new bitches a month after we broke up.”

His eyes roll as he looks to the side as his jaw starts to clench. "That's not the point. I don't want you going on no damn date with random ass dudes."

He takes a glance downward, eyes glued to your curvy body. "And you're dressed like that. Why the hell you wearing the dress you wore on a date with me, Y/N?" He starts walking towards you.

He's now mere inches away from you with that look he gets when he's getting upset. "Who you going with?" he asks again, as he glares down into your eyes

He's towering over you as he stares you down. "Who the hell are you going on a date with. I don't want your ass going anywhere with anyone I don't motherfucking know."

“You not my damn daddy.” I scoff.

A scoff leaves his mouth as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “No, I'm not. But I'm still the one that you're used to running back to whenever whoever the hell you’re with, does you wrong, Y/N.”

His words made your heart beat faster as he spoke. He's right. You'd ran back to him plenty of times over the last year when guys would do you wrong. Whether it was for sex, someone to cry to or even just to be held. All those times made him protective over you, in a way that he didn't want you with other men.

"So, I'll ask you again. Who are you going out with, Y/N. You look far too good to be going out with just anyone." His grip on your chin is firm, not letting your face look anywhere else other than at him.

It was starting to grow harder to think. Being so close to him again, after not being with him for so long was a lot to take. It was a lot harder to think with his grip on your chin. His touch that you'd grown more than used to, was almost driving you crazy.

"Just answer the damn question, Y/N." He's getting impatient, his tone growing more stern. Despite being broken up, both of you were still drawn to each other like magnets.

“It’s just some dude from work-“ I mumbled.

"Some dude from work? You mean the one that stares at your ass every time I go to pick-up Jaylin?"

His words made your cheeks a little hot as you knew exactly who he was referring to. Mr. Thomas had always stared at your ass every time he was nearby.

His eyes still were locked with yours, his eyebrow raised. "You're going out with that dude? The same one you complained about because of how often he eyes you down?"

His eyes traveled down your body before they came up to your eyes again. “You’re dressed like that, for him?” He was growing more and more annoyed by the second.

"Let me see your phone." His hand still was on your chin, forcing your stare up at him.

You knew better than to argue with him at a time like this. You hand your phone into his free hand, watching as he looks at your lock screen.

The lockscreen was a picture of y'all and Jaylin after Jey had won the tag team titles, making him scoff. "You still got my damn picture as your lock screen."

He scrolls through your phone until he sees the name, Thomas.

He clicks the contact, staring at his name. Seeing his name there, had something firing off in his head.

Clicking the name, he starts looking at your text thread with the man.

Everything he scrolls through makes his blood rush. "You been talking to this dude for two weeks?"

He scrolls through the previous conversations. Flirting, the date planning everything was pissing him off but the very last message is what really had him fuming.

"He said he's excited to see you all dressed up tonight. Bitch said he can’t imagine everything he’s going to do to you." He was gripping your phone tightly as his jaw grew more clenched.

You watch silently as he becomes more agitated as he looks at your phone. His gaze finally snaps to you. "You dressed like that, and he thinks he’s going to touch you. I don't think so."

His hand leaves your chin, now sliding to grab your wrist, and before you realize it, he’s pulling you inside the house with him.

“Josh, what are you doing?” I asked as I feel his grip on my wrist.

“You not going on that date anymore.”

He’s still pulling you along as he continues to walk through the house to the room you used to share with him.

7:03 PM

The room appears to have not been touched ever since you two broke up. He shuts the door behind him, yanking you forward, so you stood in front of him, his hands griping both of your wrists.

“Josh-“ He cut me off. The look in his eyes was intense as he looked over you. “Shut up, ‘cause I don't wanna hear a damn word.”

He pushed you back so you were sitting on the edge of the bed. His grip on your wrists didn’t loosen, in fact, it grew more firm.

He towers over you as he looks down at you. His eyes staring at how the dress was wrapped around your body, showing how curves. “I don’t like the thought of that jackass seeing you dressed like this, Y/N.”

He grabs the fabric and pulls it up so the dress is completely above your stomach. “Not with the way he’s been looking at you for months. Hell, not with the way every guy at that job looks at you.”

“What about Jaylin?” you asked.

His gaze was still glued to your body. “He’s sleep, he’ll be fine. You just gotta be quiet for me, Mama.” He looked down.

The way he was staring at you only grew the butterflies in your stomach. His hand was gripping the fabric of your dress tight, so tight that it looked like it could rip. “You ain’t going to no date dressed like this.”

7:45 PM

“Oh shitt-“ Your back arched off the bed as Jey’s head moved between your thighs.

“Goddamn baby.” The grip on your dress loosened as the fingers on his free hand gently went up your thigh.

The touch of his hands on you felt amazing. You had missed the way he made you feel. He’s been the only one that could make you feel like this.

“You taste so good.” He murmured against your clit before he went back to sucking on it.

“You’d been wanting this, huh? That’s why you were dressed up like this for a date with someone else.” His thumb gently rubs your thigh while his tongue continues.

The pressure on your stomach and his work with his tongue started to drive you crazy as you feel yourself start to edge closer to the climax.

Your hands find his hair as you unknowingly grind against his face.

“Goddamn..” He pulls back a little to look up at you. “Keep doing that.”

The look he has on his face only made the heat between your legs grow more, and the way he was speaking only made it worse.

He moves your legs apart further, his head in between them. His fingers continue up your thighs until they are both sitting around your waist. “Look at how beautiful you look.”

8:27 PM

The sound of skin slapping together was all that was heard throughout the bedroom.

The grip of his hand on your waist held you tight against him. “God you look so pretty when you're all flustered like this.”

His hand moved from your waist to grip your hair. The look of flusteredness on your face only added to the feeling around him.

“I forgot how good you make me feel. Your shit gripping me, mama.” His lips went down your collarbone. He knew that area was sensitive.

“F-fuck-“ You let a moan escape as his lips landed on the sensitive area of your neck. Your hands gripped the sheets tighter as you arched even more into him.

His pace was slow and deep. He wanted to take his time with you after the last year of not having you. He wanted to make up for all the lonely nights. All the nights, he had to look back on videos of the two of you just to get off.

“You know just how I like it.” His voice was soft as he whispered against your neck. He knew how crazy that got you and he was determined to use that against you.

Suddenly, your phone rang out. Jey reached over and grabbed it before you could. He read the caller I.D. seeing that, Thomas, was calling.

He smirked, answering the call, before he places the phone back on the nightstand.

“This my shit, ma?” His grip on your hair tightened as he brought you closer to him. “Huh? You gave my shit to anybody else?”

“N-no Jey. It’s always been yours.” You managed to say as your mind began to grow fuzzy with each thrust he made.

“I missed having you all to myself, looking like this. Just being mine. Being a little slut for me.” His whispers against your neck only added to how flustered you got each time.

The more those words left his lips, the more you just wanted the rest of the world to just go away so you could be like this with him forever. The thoughts of Thomas long gone.

“I swear to God, you get sexier and sexier every time I see you.” His grip on your hair grew a little tighter, pulling your head back slightly as he said the words into your ear.

You felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter as he spoke. The arch in your back slowly broke as you gripped the sheets beneath you harder.

“J-jey- i’m finna-“ I gasped out.

“I know, mama. I’m right behind you.” His pace grew faster as the hand in your hair slowly released its grip.

His hold on your waist also tightened as he started to chase the climax with you, whispering your name softly as if he was trying to burn the memory into his mind, your scent, your taste into his memory.

The thrusts grew harder and faster as both of you get closer to the edge, “Just like that baby,” you were saying as your nails scratched his back, “Please. don’t stop,” he groaned in response, the need to have you was growing.

“Baby, I-“ Your words were cut off as he leaned in to kiss you. He knew how to kiss you, like it was second nature to him, as he continued moving against you.

“Fuck.” His thrusts came to a sloppy pace as he felt his climax approach.

The kiss he was giving you was passionate, filled with a year's worth of pent up emotions. He broke away from the kiss, his forehead now resting against yours, “You gonna take it, baby, huh?” He wanted to hear it, he wanted you to take all of it.

All you could do was nod before feeling the warm substance cost your insides.

“Shit..” You breathed out. Jey slowly pulled out before he plops down on the bed beside you.

Jey reached back over to the nightstand, grabbing the phone again before placing it on his ear. “This my wife, i don’t care what she tells you, shes not going anywhere.” Jey smirked as he ended the call and threw the phone somewhere.

He got up from the bed before he slowly picked you up. He walked over to the bathroom with you in his arms and placed you on the toilet.

9:13 PM

“You mine, ma. You not going anywhere.” Jey said as he kissed your forehead as you both drifted off to sleep.

[delusionalalien]

[Embrace You, Devour You] [Chapter 4] YANDERE!Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader x YANDERE!Variant!Invincibles

I feel like absolute shit and I'm fucking hungry that i could eat a Mark variant.

1 year time skip next chapter.

prologue

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T.W / Tags: Slow-burn, Soft yandere, pining, mark is bat shit crazy but he good dw, baby-trapping, teen pregnancy, yandere variants, mark a lil pushy, breeding kink, jealous Mark Grayson, talks of abortion, misunderstandings, possessive Mark Grayson, murder, gore, child-murder(variant!readers), attempted suicide, readers mom had a miscarriage, OOC, prob need more tags

Crusher does not trust Omni-man.

To others, your mother was intimidating and unfriendly, standing at a whooping 190cm (6'3) with a muscular build, face that stayed a permanent scowl all hours of the day, hair tied tightly into a low military bun and streaks of white hair on each side of her head, tucked tightly behind her ears. Giving a more unapproachable look.

But to (Name), she was Vanessa P. Aguilar, your mother who was, yes scary and intimidating and quite frankly unapproachable to some, but behind the intimidation, she a kind woman. A hard-ass without a doubt but she tries her best for her family. For you, her daughter she loved so much.

Her baby.

Vanessa's pregnancy was difficult, she lost so much over the years, so emotional and angry until (Name) finally came to her and Nicolas lives. She had cried ugly in that hospital bed when they handed her daughter over cradled into her arms in a pink blanket, relieved that finally everything she had dream for are finally coming true.

She had a child to call and love as her own.

Pure love, not like the one her father drilled into her head.

The pure parental love that was absent in her earlier life.

Vanessa stares, and she stares intensely at a snack section in a small market somewhere in Seoul, South Korea. Food, you like food, you like eating just like your father and no dolls can please you unlike when you we're only a child. There was so much she couldn't choose just one to take home.

The store clerk stood by, dragged by the tall foreigner from the safety of his counter asking him in minimal English while he breaks into broken English, giving his best to reply.

Communicating with one of America's top superhero's known as the infamous Crusher, was hellish.

A thick Russian accent rolled from her tongue, unforgiving and sharp, picking out 8 of the sweeter options in the entire shelf and paying for them all with the additional salted ones she picked out for herself.

This was new to her as it will be new to you. Vanessa often daydreams how you would initially react when she goes out of her way to spoil you with new things, either by object or food. It was one of her many joys in life.

She steps out of the store, hands gripping tightly on the plastic bags and flew right back up into the sky to met up her neighbor.

"Nolan."

Nolan eyed the woman as she stopped besides him. He too went shopping, wanting to please his wife and Mark. Vanessa could tell he wanted to look normal and followed her idea, but decided not to bring it up, it was none of her business is what she tells herself every single time.

"Vanessa." Nolan greets her in the same way.

"Did you buy what i asked of you? I also bought something Mark and (Name) may like." She lifts a bag up in the air, the rustles of junk foods reaches his ear.

Nolan genuinely smiled for once since their departure from home. He too showed a plastic bag full of the stuff Debbie and Nicolas were obsessing over that was only available outside America. Vanessa smiled back.

There was no further conversation. No jokes or jab at each others worn appearance. Just stiffness and odd comfort in the silence that surrounds them both as they fly back home in a steady pace.

Nolan likes working with Vanessa. She was quiet, she minded her business, and most importantly knew where she stood. He didn't feel like he needed to explain why he do things his way, unlike those in the GDA.

coughmidmortalcough

Vanessa however did not feel the same. Something about Nolan, still clueless and stiff coming from somewhere in space and was sent to protect earth, was unsettling. Like a storm brewing and ready to combust at any given moment.

Is she scared of her neighbor? Absolutely.

Was she going to do something about it?

Vanessa pondered at that question for a moment. Sneaking glances at the alien who stared ahead. Soon, she tells herself over and over since the first time they met.

Nolan just needs to give her a reason, a trigger, to put a fist through that gut of his.

-

"Maya lyubov, I am home!"

You hear the back door opening with a loud creak. You and Mark halted your activities. Duct tape in hand as you both glanced at each other.

It's been a few days since everything fell back into normalcy. Mark and William was there congratulating you for finishing your last class and headed out to eat out at the local burger mart down the road.

Your father and Debbie even spoiled you three by playing in the arcade and a sleepover at Williams to end the day.

Both you and Mark grinned. Tapping down last of the duct tape on your knees and bolted down the stairs to where your parents were.

Nicolas was with your mother in the kitchen, giving him a passionate kiss before they hug. You mother's large build covering him fully in their long embrace.

"Mom! Look and me and Mark! We're Duct tape man and Duct tape woman!" You announced from the doorway, posing with Mark proudly with both your hands on your waist.

Your mother's jaw drop at the horrifying sight of her baby looking ridiculous, your father simply laughed at the both of you.

"Even if me and Mark don't get our powers!" You fake punch mark who dramatically falls back to avoid it grinning at you as he does, "We'll be the duo that sends all the villains in jail with our duct tapes!"

"Sounds like an expensive superpower." Nicolas teased and crossed his arms, a huge grin on his face and avoiding the punches that you were throwing at him. Your father giggled and nudges for your mother to say something.

"Well does Debbie and your father know of this, duct tape adventure?" Vanessa muttered, reaching to peel a duct tape on your face.

You winced and she recoiled back surprised that it hurt you. Vanessa noted that she ask Debbie how to get rid of the silver tape without hurting your skin.

"We'll I'm quite excited to see what both of them are going to say to whatever you two we're cooking up." Nicolas ruffled both of your hairs.

You and Mark held hands while your parents trailed behind you two as Mark barged right into his home. Saying the same thing you said to your parents.

"Dad look! We're gonna be Duct tape man and she's gonna be Duct tape woman!"

Nolan and Debbie stared at the two of you as you two posed and started punching the air while Mark was explaining more about the power of duct tape. Debbie caught sight of Nicolas holding in his laughter and Vanessa shaking her head as they stood by to watch.

"I don't know if that's gonna work as well as you hope so kiddo." Nolan said. Both you and Mark paused and looked at each other. Debbie was quick to be by her sons side and gently tugs on the tape.

"And you two might want to rethink that as we peel all this off."

"You two go upstairs and run a bath, that just might help," A flutter of giggles escaped your lips and you drag Mark upstairs accompanied by Nicolas who nodded at three left in the living room to keep an eye on them.

"A little."

Vanessa sat on a bar stool sighing loudly.

"I was not prepared to witness my own child rolled in duct tape along with your son, my apologies." Debbie pats her back.

"Well we signed up for kids, its bound to happen that they'll do something stupid together."

A loud thud happened upstairs, a muffled yells of your name left Mark and your father heavy footsteps scrambled to aid you in whatever happened. Vanessa and Debbie can't help but laugh a bit at the sound of their children calling to each other.

"That boy is never getting his powers is he?"

Debbie leans over and gave Nolan a hug.

Vanessa glanced at him warily from the side before she stands to leave the two alone.

"Don't ask me, you're the superhero space alien."

"But even if he doesn't, we'll love him just as much."

"OW!" , "Sorry Mark!"

Debbie shakes her head, "Finish dinner while I go over there and help untape the kids."

Note : I took Russian in Duolingo before. After a week i was like, man this shit hard tf. So i dropped it (I only know how to say bicycle in Russian💀)

[chaos--s]

platonic yandere! superhero x sidekick!reader

warnings; violence, infantilization, yandere behavior

--

It's been a year since you started in the Hero's agency, having recently been approved to be a sidekick. But it didn't matter, you were fulfilling your dreams so you could endure two years of grunt work. You were working to your dream of finally becoming a superhero. The ones that were on TV, flying around and helping those in need.

Being a hero. So when you were assigned to work under the hero, it was like a dream come true. Siren. The noble hero, the man that laid his life for the city. Of all the superheroes you could've been put with, you were placed with him. And you couldn't be happier.

Things seemed normal, first impressions were amazing. He was exactly like you imagined. Humble, kind and generous. He was exactly what a true hero was.

But your relationship with him started to feel...weird. A light way to put it, but you couldn't find the words to explain how he treated you.

Sidekicks were meant to trail along with all the missions that their heroes were assigned to, having to train as well as learning alongside their mentors.

Siren had started to stop you from following him to his missions.

Like today, for example.

"Multiple villains have been spotted downtown, Siren? Do you think you're up for it?" Mirage asked, another high-tier hero. Siren simply smiled. "Always."

You were standing next to your mentor, slight bouncing on your toes. You hadn't been on a mission in a while so maybe, just maybe this mission he will need your help in. There's multiple villains, obviously he would need more manpower, right?

You had tuned out of the meeting but when it finally ended, you stared at Siren. Expecting him to ask you to suit up and follow him. But all he does is smile down at you and pats your shoulder.

"Wish me good luck!" He winks before turning around to take off. You blink twice in confusion. What?

You appear in front of him before he can exit, teleportation can come in handy sometimes, placing a hand on his chest. "What do you mean- am I not coming with you?"

He sighs, smiling at you like a tired father as he pushes your hand down. "This is something I can handle on my own. We'll continue training afterwards, alright?"

"Wait hold on," You scoff. "You said this yesterday, it's been days since I've been on an actual mission. I'm joining this one."

Mirage is a witness to all this. Feeling slightly bad for you, he decides to speak up on behalf of you. He notices how hard you train so that you could become the best hero you could be.

"C'mon, let the kid on the mission. It's a buncha low-level villains anyways, nothing dangerous." He says.

"I didn't realize you were apart of this conversation, Mirage." Siren's voice is darker now, it surprises both you and Mirage when he turns around to glare his fellow hero down. As if he was glaring at a villain.

"I-It was just a suggestion-"

"I don't think you need to be reminded of where you stand and where I stand, right? They are my sidekick. I decide when they join." You have never seen him react in this way, it scares you a little. He turns back to face you and you jump a little when he looks at you. The same iconic smile. "Don't worry bud, I'll be done with the mission in the blink of an eye."

He pats your head before walking off.

"I-" You look at Mirage. "I didn't know he would-"

"It's fine kid, at least he's finally showing his true colors." He mutters as he massages his temples. "Sorry you couldn't go on the mission, I know how much you wanted to join."

You didn't even care about the mission anymore, now all you could think about was your mentor. Siren. You wave him off. "It's alright... thanks for trying."

You offered a small smile before leaving the meeting room, trudging back to your dorm room. Your mentor wasn't the kind man you thought he was.

--

Mirage had been looking after you for a while now, after that whole incident you found yourself avoiding Siren as much as possible. Because of this, he had become more unstable to the rest of the Hero agency. Snapping at people more often, completely disregarding his heroic reputation.

You had essentially resigned from being his sidekick. Siren shouldn't care about that, you were just a sidekick the Hero agency could easily find him a new one. But he doesn't want a new sidekick, he wanted you back.

His sidekick, you were his. All he wanted to do was to protect you, and you do this? Betray him by going to the number two hero? What did Mirage have that he didn't? He was the number one hero for god's sake.

What he wanted, he got. And he wasn't going to let some low-level hero take you away from him.

Siren was quickly spiraling without his little sunshine of a sidekick near him, but you on the other hand? You were thriving.

Mirage never underestimated you, always allowing you to join in missions and actually train to be a good hero. He believed in you. He did what a good mentor was supposed to do.

"Holy shit kid! You did amazing today, I'm proud." He cheered, shaking your shoulders in excitement. You laughed slightly at his excitement. "Thanks, Mirage."

"No problem. Go clean up, we'll debrief later." You nod and quickly ran off to your room. When you entered, the first thing you see is Siren sitting on your bed.

You almost jump out of your skin at the sight of your ex-mentor. "What are you doing in my room, Siren."

"You got hurt." He doesn't answer your question, his eyes land on the few scrapes along your arms that you had acquired during the fight. You rolled your eyes. "Barely. Just a few scratches, that's all. You didn't answer my question."

"I'm still responsible for you, darling. Still my sidekick, even if Mirage has been training you in my absence." He says your new mentor's name like it's poison.

"I was wondering about that, you disappearing for weeks on end. Not really heroic of you."

He laughs a little. "I guess not. But I was preparing something. Planning on adopting soon actually, thought it would be finally time for me to have a kid of my own."

You snort. "Alright, good for you I guess. Still doesn't explain what you're doing in my room." You were getting tired of this friendly back and forth.

"...Do you like tormenting me like this?" True colors, huh? "Abandoning me for some- some irrelevant no name hero, as if you weren't under my care for a whole year?"

You shrug. "What did you want me to do? You didn't let me go on any missions, was it because you thought I was weak?"

"I cared about you, is that such a crime? Someone as...as young as you are shouldn't be fighting villains. You could've gotten hurt!" He points to your arms. "And you did get hurt. Under his watch."

You wanted to laugh. If he thought the scrapes were bad, he should've seen you a few weeks ago when you were landed in the hospital with a broken arm. But nonetheless, he was the same as before. Underestimating you and making you seem like glass that couldn't get hurt.

"This is nothing, you need to leave me alone.” You were getting angrier by the moment. A small part of you had hoped that he changed. That he wasn’t the same overbearing figure you despised. But here he was. The exact same jerk you stopped admiring.

“I’ve given you space, just like all those dumb parenting books tell me to do. But honestly? That isn't want you need." He stands up, watching as you started to back up. "I'm going to make you listen to me, your little hero fun is stopping now."

"You can't stop me, Siren." He raises an eyebrow, an amused smirk grew on his face. "Can't I?"

There was a reason why he was named after the mythical creature known to lure sailors with their voices. He had a similar ability, he could control people with his words. Commanding them to do things that they wouldn't want to do.

He had promised that he would never use it on you.

"Sleep."

Within seconds you had fallen asleep, falling right into his waiting arms. How silly of you to think you could fight him on anything, what he wants he gets.

[bluebanistrs]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪vicious .

franco was the kind of situationship that never had made her sad, just angry and more obsessed.

franco × journalist ! reader

im thinking abt a part 2 for this one (cause its kinda short)

Moving from a small town to study journalism was my biggest dream. In 2023, it finally happened. I moved to an apartment in Monaco with my best friend and started the college I always dreamed of doing.

2024 started with me having a really good time with my friends and family, and after the journalist who did the pre and post race interviews randomly decided that he would retire in the middle of the season, my internship manager decided that I would be the best option to replace him, even though I was only in the second year of college.

Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one to get promoted. Franco Colapinto was the newest Williams Racing F1 driver.

Franco was someone I've kissed in a lot of parties. I thought that he wasn't like the other guys, but that was before I really knew him. He is the type of guy that texts you the whole day, pretends to care about you, asks how you're feeling, sends you roses, tells you he spoke about you to his mother in a space of time, and completely ignores you for the next whole month.

If someone asks me about him, I would just say that he's a dickhead and I absolutely hate him. But if he sent me a message saying he feels so sorry for ghosting me, I would forgive and not fight. Why does he gotta be so vicious? I could never be mad at him, even if he was destroying my heart. All my friends just told me that I'm being stupid and should stop talking with him, but they didn't understand me.

✸

Franco was ghosting me for a few days, but he couldn't escape from the pre free-practice interview, specifically in his first time driving an F1 car. He couldn't escape from talking with me, even if it was for professional reasons.

He finished FP1 in 17th place. I've already interviewed his teammate, Alex Albon, and Kimi Antonelli, who sadly crashed George's car.

The Argentinian was in his flirting mood, responding to all my questions with phrases that could be interpreted in another way. I was already angry at him, and the way he was acting was really annoying me.

I was leaving the paddock when I felt someone touching my left shoulder. Of course, it was him.

“You can't just ignore me for weeks and then pretend that you didn't do anything. I can't play your little game anymore.” I almost screamed at him.

“Hermosa, you can't just pretend that you don't like me. Stop being selfish and let me talk to you. Let me explain myself.” He said with that accent that I couldn't hear without getting crazy.

“So you are calling me selfish? Oh, please, Franco. Act like an adult for a second. I don't wanna talk to you."

He just laughed.

“And stop fucking laughing.” said while I started walking faster.

✸

When I got to my hotel room, the first thing I did was block him everywhere. No more Franco, no more stress.

But only an hour later the room phone started to ring.

“Miss y/n, someone left a thing in your name at the reception.”

“I'm going there.” I put my shoes on and left my room.

“It can't be Franco.” I said to myself while waiting for the elevator.

The ‘thing’ someone left to me was an example of my favorite book, My Year of Rest and Relaxation. I told Franco it was my favorite book when we had our only date that wasn't in a club. On this day, we went to a coffee shop and talked there for hours. I think it is my favorite memory with him.

I unblocked and called him.

“You can't just buy me with presents. I said it before, and I'm saying it again. I can't play your little game anymore.”

“This was the only way I found to grab your attention. I tried to talk to you in the paddock, but you just ran away from me. I would call you, but you blocked me. I really feel that I have to explain myself, but I want to do it face to face. Can I go to your room? No second intentions, I just want to talk.”

I stopped for a moment and considered whether I should let him come and talk.

“My room is number 1043. But you better have a good excuse.”

15 minutes later, I heard someone knocking on my door.

“Come in.” I said to him.

We sat on a sofa. He had his elbows on his thighs, his hands under his face.

“I've had a lot of failed relationships, and it was all my fault. I think I just get scared. I'm scared about things just getting wrong again, and I lose you. I don't know why I kept doing it. Treating you like the whole world and then after, completely ignoring you. Y/n, I really like you, and I can't keep treating you like you're nothing. I'm really sorry for everything I've done to you, and it would mean the world to me if I could only get a second chance.”

I knew he wasn't lying. I saw the truth in his eyes.

“I can't give you a second chance because I've already done that. I really like you, Franco, and I wish things weren't that complicated.” I looked him directly in the eyes.

“I know I kept making you more and more upset with me, and I'm really sorry for everything. I would do anything for you to forgive me. Te lo ruego hermosa.”

“Actually, you've never made me really sad. You just made me really angry, but that always went away when we started talking again.”

“I'm so sorry about everything.”

I grabbed his hands.

“You'll have to prove that you really have changed.”

“Anything for you, mi amor." He gave me a soft kiss after saying that

I told him to go back to his room and just went to bed.

That night, I couldn't sleep well. Was he really being honest? How could I be so sure he wasn't lying? What will happen with us? all these thoughts kept me awake for a few hours. But something inside of me said that everything would be fine.

✸

It was the race day. Lando Norris was on pole and Franco placed 18th.

He had never been so sweet to me and I was really happy cheering for him.

After a long race, he finished 12th place, which was a pretty good result considering that it was his first time racing in an F1 car.

He was the third driver I would interview. After I congratulated Leclerc on his win, the Argentinian driver came in.

“Franco, it was your first time racing in F1, and you had such a great result. How are you feeling right now?”

“I'm feeling like a brand new man.” He said with a big smile.

“The car is really good as far as possible, and I'm really excited for the next race. It's all so different from F2, but me and the team are doing a great job.”

“Congrats, Franco.”

“Thank you, Y/n.” He looked at me with shiny eyes and a sweet smile.

[arrrion]

Not Just a Mirror

Stanley Snyder x GN reader

Synopsis: In which one of the American that woke up from stone is actually a genius actor that can mirror everything perfectly.

Disclaimers: reader is obsessed with perfection.

I never know what to put in disclaimers...

Anyways, this is the first idea I got for Stanley but I'm actually not confident on how it will turn out.

This is also based on the oc of my sister so it will depict her oc's reflection, hope you like it sista <3

Enjoy!

When the the stone before your eyes cracked and collapsed to the ground, you vision got blurred. You felt blinded for a while. It was so long since you could see color that you started forgetting what it was like.

The stone on your body fell on the ground, along with the pieces that were on your eyes. You got up from your position and took a glance around you. Nature had took its liberty and you were facing a forest untouched by humans. Your eyes fell on a sign. It only had an arrow and something about a base? If this wooden sign was here it only meant that someone had woken up before you did. And of they let this sign here it also means they probably won't attack you? You grabbed what you could on your way and started walking, following the arrow's direction.

On your way you find several other statues with the same sign. You just had to follow it. You were quite far from the base but that won't discourage you. You had worse in life.

You genuinely thought, while on the ride, that if after the big catastrophe people had started a new civilization, you had to find it. You were an actor, more of a theater actor, your only goal was to please people. It was your talent, your only option. Your parents had made you this way, a people pleaser.

The travel took less than a week I'd say. You had to stop several time to rest. Nights were cold but hopefully you had survived. You could play survival play all you want, nothing had prepare you to actually survive in a forest for this long.

So you arrived almost but naked in front of a little field of corns. It was only baby plants but you knew it was gonna grow big and good. Your presence was immediately reported to Xeno and you had only waited a few minutes, enough for you to decide if you go further or not, and the man with white hair appeared in front of you.

"Greetings, you are one of the elite that survived all those years in stone. We are rebuilding a civilization, would you like to join us ?" Obviously Xeno wasn't gonna let you go but a little courtesy won't kill anyone? You nodded, a little sour in the throat.

Xeno immediately gave you clothes and once you were inside a sort of lab, he started his questions by asking what you were doing before petrification.

"I'm an actor. I played in both films and theater." The unpleased face Xeno made wasn't even a little hidden by the man.

"I see." He thought. You understood that in the stone world, an actor wasn't really what you would need the most. "And do you have a hobby of yours? Other than acting."

"I... No. I spend all my time perfecting my talent." The doctor let out a sign. You wouldn't blame him. He gave you little job that were simple. It was things you could do fast, way faster than Xeno think.

So each time you finished your tasks early, you just walked in the base, searching for people that needed your help. And when you found nobody or you already helped those who needed, you would spend your time watching them work. It was what you did back in the modern world. A simple glance at something and you could repeat its movement. That was your talent.

You weren't always good at acting, but your body was the best at replicating. You started as back-up. You could be just a npc in the back of a play in a theater or a back-up in a film, doing a figure instead of the actor on stage. And later on you took classes for the face part. Your name grew more and more and you finally got a prize for your talent.

Lately you found yourself looking at where Stanley Snyder was training. It was early on and most of the people was building, Stanley would help of course but Xeno had just made a new riffle and he was training with it. Your eyes were locked on him and when he was gone you would take something that could have the same weight and would replicate the position Stanley had when shooting.

You already had a gun in your hands before, you tried to shoot with a real one to copy the exact movement when you had a fake one. But it was different to watch Stanley do it. It wasn't just because the man was in the military. He had a manner to shoot, a manner he had built with the years. And you felt excited. Would you be able to copy this ? It was years of expertise against you, that had shoot once or twice in your life.

You made it your goal. Every time you had time, you would work on your memory to replicate the blond's move. You spend a lot of time watching him whenever he was walking nearby. You'd analyze the way his muscles moved and correct yourself later on.

And this constant eying on the soldier wasn't discreet, you weren't trying to be in your defense. It grew on Stanley's temper and he had to confront you. For him, you were just a creep that was watching him do anything like a psycho. He made sure nothing was up for him to do and went for you.

And here you stood, positioned exactly like le smoker had done every time he shoot.

Stanley was stunned. For a second here he thought he was seeing himself. His past anger went down but now he had tones of other questions. He approached you with determination.

"So this's why you keep ya eyes on me?" Your arms calmly fell down, like the blond would do, and you let out of what you had in your hands. Your body turned to the tall man.

"Just doin' this when I have time."

"So what are ya? A fast learner or somethin' ?" Stanley knew this wasn't just fast learning. You had the exact same position as him. There was no way you just did it by accident.

"Clearly not. I'm an actor, I can replicate everythin' I see." You said like it was nothing.

"Yeah, right. You do realise not every actor can just "replicate what they see" like ya?" He crossed his arms.

"Ah" Your lips formed a thin line.

"So, like, if I show ya other things ya could do it?"

"I could" You had picked his interest.

Stanley spend a lot of time with you to show you his moves. He understood that you where like a mirror. Wich meant that if he wanted to form a real soldier he had to put lessons in your head. But it was way easier to teach you than the other soldier he had back in the modern world. Just the fact you could copy everything perfectly was incredible. It was like two Stanley were guarding the colony.

Xeno quickly learned about this and let's say it was an happy surprise for him. It didn't really ring a bell when he heard your name but now it made sense. He was gonna make great use of your talent.

But for now you where occupied with the blond. He was formatting you into the perfect copy of himself. And it was bringing him satisfaction seeing you be so competent.

And it was feeding your esteem to see how you could copy him.

But, one day you overheard people talking about how weak you were, were you really thinking of doing like Stanley without his strength? It went on your head. Of course you had some muscles, you needed them to do some figures back on the stage. But none of them was enough for a soldier. And even though you had gained some more with the training you had, it wasn't enough.

You made sure to train harder, and behind Stanley's back. You were just not satisfied with how slow you were. You had to be perfect with this. And if it meant more muscles, you would do anything to be exactly like Xeno's best friend.

But nothing goes long under Stanley's nose.

You were training in the middle of the night when the tiredness of your arms and legs was to much. Your body collapsed to the ground and you grunted.

"That's what you get for being to greedy" Your eyes went wide for the first time in so long. "Surprised to see me ?" Your eyes went searching for his but you could feel his anger without seeing them. You did your best to sit and let your head down. You were guilty. "You are under my command. And I do not remember telling you to train like a madman, even at hours like this."

"I'm sorry." You wanted to say more but your mouth stayed shut. Stanley eventually signed. He crouched in front of you and made you you were facing him before speaking.

"Ya don't have to be so rude on yourself like that. We have plenty of time to make ya the best. Rewards comes with hard work, remember it. Now go to sleep or I'm not teaching ya tomorrow." You smiled. Maybe this man couldn't copy everything like you, but you always feel like he his one step before you.

Bonus:

Stanley got up and was gonna go to sleep to when he didn't hear you move. You were actually trying to get up but your body was to tired. You looked up at him, embarrassed, and he just controlled a laugh before going to help you.

Yeah you would never overtrain again after this humiliation.

I feel like I always chose the bad parents...

I headcannon that Stanley speaks without accent when he's mad.

Anyways, I really have to write something more cheesy? I don't know, maybe I'm to shy??

My sister's oc name is Mocha if you're willing to take this information ;)

Then, see you soon !

[unlimitedlust]

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 7 (+18)

(The gif above does not belong to me, all credits belong to its owner)

Summary:

They were childhood rivals who hadn’t spoken in years, until a wedding reunion throws them back into each other’s orbit. With tension simmering beneath every glance, one weekend turns into a series of unexpected moments, sharp words, and almosts that linger long after the party ends. But when fate keeps bringing them back together, the line between hate and something far more irresistible begins to blur.

Author’s note:

Good evening everyone, I hope you like this next part! It's very late here so I didn't proof read it, so I'm sorry if anything is off or misspelled.

WARNING: this chapter has SMUT! All the way through! So if you don't like it, skip it. You've been warned. Unprotected p in v. Oral (f! receiving).

This is AU Eric Draven!!!

If you enjoy this, please let me know if I should continue this, your feedback is precious for me 🫶🏻

Tags: @malenoradgn @muchwita @witchofozz @wiseyouthinfluencer @a-differentbrandof-beans @laniirackssss

Masterlist

End of Author’s note.

The ride to his place is a blur. Wind in her hair, his body solid in front of her, arms wrapped tightly around his waist like she’s afraid to let go now that she’s finally allowed herself to hold on.

They don’t speak. Not when he parks the bike. Not when she follows him upstairs, her heels echoing softly on the stairwell. And definitely not when he unlocks the door to a dim, barely-lit apartment and lets her step inside first.

It smells like him. Leather, smoke and something irresistibly masculine she can’t place, but feels like addiction in a bottle.

He tossed his keys onto the counter and the door clicked shut behind them.

Still, no words. Just that pull between them, thick and electric.

“You sure you wanna do this?” His voice was low and rough. “Last chance to make me stop.”

She turned to face him, her chest rising and falling fast, lipstick smudged from their kiss outside the club, her eyes wild and pupils blown wide.

“I think we’re a little past that question,” she replied with a sly smirk.

Eric was on her in a second, mouth crushing hers, hands everywhere. The kiss was intense, consuming, like he was starving for her. She met him with equal hunger, fingers running through his hair as they dove into each other’s mouths.

She pressed closer without thinking, her body moving on instinct alone, and when her hips brushed against his, a low, guttural growl rumbled from deep in his chest, the sound, filled with so much need, her knees nearly buckled. 

His hands clamped down on her waist, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp as she felt the barely-leashed tension vibrating from him through both of them, like a wire pulled tight and ready to snap.

His hands then slid down to her thighs and with one firm grip he lifted her up on his lap, causing her legs to wrap tight around his waist instinctively as her back hit the wall next to the door. 

She gasped into his mouth as his hips pressed into hers, already hard through his jeans, already needing more. 

Her gasp barely left her mouth before he kissed her again, even deeper, rougher. His hands roamed up the back of her thighs and under her skirt, squeezing, feeling, pulling her tighter against him like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between them. 

She could feel him, hard and insistent through his jeans, pressing exactly where she needed him most. It was maddening, the friction, the heat, the way their bodies just fit even though they hadn’t really started yet.

His mouth tore from hers, trailing hot, desperate kisses along her jaw and down her neck, making her whimper as her head tipped back against the wall. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her throat making her shiver.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this,” he rasped against her skin, voice strained, like he was barely holding himself back. 

His hands slid up under her top, rough palms burning a path along her ribs until he found her breasts, squeezing just hard enough to make her moan softly, arching into him shamelessly as he teased and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

She clawed at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel him, to see him, and he must have felt the same because he leaned back just enough to yank the fabric over his head and toss it somewhere behind him.

She barely registered when he carried her away, the apartment a blur around her, until he placed her onto the cool surface of the kitchen counter. 

Y/N sat there, breathing hard, hands clutching the counter’s edge for balance as she finally allowed herself to take a good look at him.

Her eyes raked over him greedily as he stood there, chest heaving, watching her with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, like he was giving her a moment to memorize him before he claimed her. 

The sculpted chest, the tattoos inked across hard muscle, the faint dusting of dark hair trailing down from his navel and disappearing beneath the low-slung jeans. Her palms slid up his stomach first, feeling the rigid abs tense under her touch, then higher, up the planes of his chest, then sweeping down his strong, veiny arms. The muscles in his forearms twitched subtly, like he was fighting the urge to grab her, to pin her down and devour her.

His jeans clung low on his hips, the sharp V of his lower abs pointing straight into the denim, like the devil himself had left a road map designed to ruin her.

And still, he waited, giving her the space to touch, to look, to want him.

He was beautiful in that rugged, dangerous way that should’ve come with a warning label. And he was looking at her like he was about to tear her apart, slowly and completely.

They locked eyes as her hands slid back down, nails scraping lightly over his abs until her fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans, tugging him closer. She crashed her mouth against his in a desperate, searing kiss.

Eric caught her easily, stepping between her legs, one hand tangling in the hair at the back of her head, the other gripping her thigh, holding her open, grounding her to him. He didn’t rush, he savored.

Y/N broke the kiss just long enough to pull her top over her head, baring her upper-half fully without a second of hesitation, dropping the piece of fabric blindly on the counter beside them, never taking her eyes off him.

His gaze darkened instantly, dropping to her exposed breasts like he couldn't help himself. His hands found her chest again, cupping her, weighing her in his palms. He kissed her again, slower this time and then let his mouth travel lower, dragging hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, tasting her, marking her.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he muttered against her skin, the rough scrape of his teeth dragging heat across her breasts as he palmed them and thumbed over her nipples, watching her arch into his touch, craving for more. His mouth closed around one peak, sucking, grazing it with his teeth just enough to make her cry out softly, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He played her like he knew her body better than she did, his mouth worshipping her while his hands wandered lower, tracing the curves of her waist, her hips, memorizing her shape like it was sacred. His fingers caught at the waistband of her skirt.

Without needing words, she lifted her hips for him. His teeth clamped gently around her nipple, a teasing warning, just enough to make her whimper as he dragged her skirt and panties down her legs, baring her completely to him.

Eric’s hands came down on her knees, spreading her wider with slow, unhurried pressure, until she felt fully exposed and at his mercy, entirely his.

The look he gave her made her shiver from head to toe. Raw and hungry, like he couldn’t believe she was real... and he was about to ruin her for anyone else.

"Perfect," he said, voice wrecked, eyes lingering shamelessly on her glistening core before dragging slowly back up to meet hers.

He crouched down, fingers deft as he unbuckled her heels, the soft thud of them hitting the floor echoing in the thick, charged air. Her heart pounded harder, breath catching as he rose back over her, tall, powerful, utterly focused. 

His hands slid up the delicate curve of her calves, gliding over the sensitive skin of her thighs, lingering just enough to make her shiver, before traveling higher, tracing her hips, her ribs, the sides of her body, until he reached her shoulders. With a slow, deliberate touch, he urged her back, laying her down.

She laid flat on the counter with a shuddering breath, the coolness of the marble against her heated skin making her arch slightly, helplessly.

Eric hooked her legs over his broad shoulders, pulling her to the very edge of the counter, until she felt the hot fan of his breath exactly where she needed him most.

She choked on a gasp, thighs instinctively trying to close around him, but his hands gripped her hips, firm and unrelenting, holding her wide open for him.

“These stay open for me,” he murmured, voice rough velvet.

He kissed the inside of one of her thighs first, slow and maddening, teeth scraping lightly over her sensitive skin, then the other, avoiding on purpose exactly where she was aching for him, making her squirm, making her beg without a word.

The anticipation was unbearable. Every nerve ending in her body strained toward him, desperate and frantic. Until his mouth finally brushed over the edge of her folds, so light it barely counted as a touch, a tease that made her hips jerk and a broken whimper come out of her lips.

"God, you're already so wet for me," he growled against her skin, his breath hot and sinful.

Then, with a deliberate and devastating slowness, he licked a long, firm stripe up her slit, pausing to circle her clit with the tip of his tongue in lazy, featherlight strokes that made her thighs tremble against his shoulders.

She whimpered, writhing under him, the feel of her tongue against her so good she could barely breathe, but he just chuckled low against her, teasing, drawing it out and dragging her higher.

He moved with devastating patience, his mouth skillful and relentless, alternating between slow, maddening flicks of his tongue and deep, languid strokes that made her spine arch clean off the counter.

Y/N fisted the edge of the marble beneath her, the cold, smooth surface grounding her against the pleasure he was unraveling from her body with humiliating ease. It was too much, but it was not enough, she needed him fully.

Her childhood nemesis, the boy who used to make her grit her teeth in fury, now had her legs thrown over his shoulders, her body trembling and desperate, coming apart from nothing but his mouth.

She shouldn’t be letting him do this. She shouldn’t be loving it this much. She shouldn’t be teetering on the edge of begging him to ruin her completely, to never let her forget the way he made her feel right now, stretched out, helpless, adored and wrecked all at once.

His hands gripped her hips harder as she writhed underneath him, holding her down easily, like he could feel her slipping, like he wanted to drag every last moan out of her.

His tongue circled her clit in slow, tantalizing spirals before flattening against her, pressing and teasing until her thighs quaked around him. Every flick, every slow stroke sent sparks shooting through her bloodstream, a pressure building so fast and sharp she could barely form coherent thoughts anymore.

"Eric..." she gasped out, her voice hoarse and trembling.

He growled against her at the sound of his name coming out in such a lustful way from her lips, and she felt him smile wickedly against her skin. That man knew exactly how close she was, and had no intention of making it easy for her.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the sheer force of how good it felt, from the way he pushed her closer and closer to the edge only to ease back, teasing, tormenting, savoring every second of her unraveling.

"I can't…" She choked out, head tossing back against the counter. "I need… I need your cock, please…”

The words tore out of her raw and shameless. Eric lifted his head at her broken plea, and the moment their eyes met, it was like a punch to her chest. The look he gave her, dark, hungry, full of so much raw possession, nearly shattered her right there.

Her body jerked involuntarily, another wave of desperate need crashing through her. Before she could even catch her breath, he hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her off the counter like she weighed nothing.

She gasped, hands flying to his shoulders, clinging to him as he carried her across the open space of his apartment. The room spun around her, the dim lights blurring, until he lowered her carefully onto a thick, soft rug that stretched across his living room floor.

Eric knelt over her, caging her in with his body, and crashed his mouth down onto hers. She could taste herself on his lips, slick and sweet, the taste of her own wrecked arousal making her moan into the kiss.

He kissed her like he wanted to consume her, messy and wild and so damn filthy it made her toes curl into the rug.

Before she could even think to move, he sat back on his heels, standing up between her spread thighs, his eyes dark with need as he looked down at her sprawled out, completely at his mercy.

His chest heaved with ragged breaths as his hands went to the button of his jeans, fingers working slowly, deliberately, popping the button free and dragging the zipper down with a slow, agonizing rasp. He shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down in one fluid motion.

Her mouth went dry and her heart stuttered violently in her chest.

Her jaw actually dropped, eyes wide, fixed on the thick, heavy length of him standing hard and proud between his hips, long and thick. Veins running along the shaft, the flushed head leaking a bead of precome that made her walls clench around nothing, desperate and aching.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips unconsciously, her whole body pulsed with need, every nerve ending screaming to feel him stretch her open, to fill her so deep she’d forget her own damn name.

A slow, devious smirk curled on Eric’s lips as he watched her reaction, pride and raw hunger flashing across his face.

He finished kicking off the last of his clothes, never once taking his eyes off her, letting her see everything, every inch of him that was about to take her.

He sank back down, bracing himself above her, the heat of his body bleeding into hers.

“There’s a reason I brought you here,” he rasped, his voice thick, the tip of his nose brushing against hers in an intimate touch. “Why I want you here,” he muttered again, his gaze dragging down the flushed, trembling length of her body. 

Then his eyes flicked upward.

“Look up,” he ordered, voice dropping even lower.

Y/N’s head tipped back, and when her eyes found the ceiling, she gasped. A massive mirror stared back at her, angled perfectly above the rug where she laid spread out beneath him, naked and flushed. Her breath hitched, a flush of raw, shameless heat rushing through her.

Eric's mouth brushed against her ear, voice dark and full of promises that made her entire body tense with anticipation.

“You’re gonna take every fucking inch of me,” he said, low and merciless, one hand wrapping around himself, dragging the thick head of his cock slowly through her folds, teasing her clit as he coated himself in her arousal. “And you’re going to watch every second of it.”

Eric kept teasing her, sliding his cock through her folds again and again, getting himself even wetter with her arousal, until she was trembling under him, breathless and aching. Then, with a deliberate slowness that bordered on cruelty, he aligned himself at her entrance.

Their eyes locked, molten heat meeting frantic need, and he pushed forward, breaching her with a slow, steady roll of his hips. The thick, flushed head of his cock stretched her open, stealing the breath straight from her lungs.

She gasped, her back arching off the rug, nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor her against the overwhelming pleasure flooding her system.

“Eyes on me,” Eric growled low, his forehead pressing to hers for a beat as her eyes met his beautiful green ones, his hand sliding under one of her thighs to hitch it higher against his side, opening her even wider for him.

She whimpered, chest heaving, forcing herself to meet his gaze as he sank deeper, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him.

His own eyes moved down to where their bodies met and she followed him. A new found wave of pleasure flooded through her as she watched him disappearing inside her, raw, how impossibly thick he looked sliding between her folds, how her skin flushed and her stomach fluttered with every slow, claiming thrust.

She saw Eric too, the hard cut of his muscles flexing, the tattoos spread across his arms and chest as he held himself over her, his face twisted in a feral mix of pleasure and possession as he drove into her.

And then his hand slid up to her jaw, tilting her face up.

"Now watch," he ordered, voice wrecked and shaking with restraint.

Y/N’s gaze lifted to the mirror and the sight stole what little breath she had left. 

The sight of their tangled, naked bodies laid out on the floor made something inside her coil tight. Eric’s tattooed frame above hers, muscles flexing with every movement. Her own body, legs wide open as he pushed into her, flushed and gorgeous beneath him, hair fanned out like a crown, lips parted in bliss. She looked devoured. She looked divine.

Her eyes locked on the mirror again. She watched, panting, as his hips rolled into hers with a fluid rhythm, deep and devastating. His muscles shifted beneath inked skin, and when her manicured nails raked down his back, the sight of red trails across his tattoos made her whimper.

She was losing her mind in the best possible way.

Her fingers clenched into his arms, the need coming back sharp and unstoppable. She arched into him, pulling him down again, their mouths crashing with renewed hunger.

A loud, broken moan ripped from her lips the moment he bottomed out, the head of his cock nudging that devastating spot inside her that made her entire body quake. She felt so full it was almost unbearable, stretched so wide around his thickness she could feel every vein, every throb, every wicked inch claiming her from the inside out.

"Fuck, baby," Eric hissed through gritted teeth, rocking his hips slowly, deliberately, making sure she felt every inch of him dragging against her hypersensitive walls. "You were fucking made for me."

Y/N could only whimper, eyes glazing as she watched herself take him, the mirror showing every desperate, obscene reactions of everything she felt, the heavy drag of his cock, the way her body clung to him, the pink streaks marking his skin where her nails had clawed him, the way her toes curled and her thighs trembled with each slow, grinding thrust.

She didn't even realize she was moaning his name over and over, pleading without words for more, for him to go harder, for everything.

He buried his face in her neck, cursing under his breath, hips jerking forward again like he couldn’t help it, like bottoming her out wasn’t near enough. His hips started to move harder, faster and desperate.

Each thrust drove a filthy sound from her lips, the slick slide of his cock inside her growing louder, wetter, with every relentless push. Her body jolted under each thrust, helpless against the way he pounded into her, hips grinding into hers, his pelvis hitting her clit just right, making sparks shoot through her belly.

She could barely catch a breath between moans, whimpers, cries of his name that sounded wrecked and raw.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Eric rasped, his voice shattering into a low, broken groan as her walls squeezed around him, sucking him deeper and tighter.

Eric's mouth found hers again, crushing their lips together, messy and hungry, all teeth and tongue and desperation. He kissed her like he needed her to breathe, stealing the broken little moans from her mouth and giving her more in return.

Then he tore his mouth away with a rough curse and flipped them over without warning, dragging her on top of him.

Y/N gasped, dizzy from the sudden shift, her thighs now straddling his hips, his cock dragging against her overstimulated entrance. She felt him, thick and heavy against her, glistening with her arousal.

Eric’s hands gripped her hips hard, guiding her.

"Ride me," he growled, voice so deep and filthy it vibrated against her ribs. "Show me how bad you need it."

Her hands splayed on his chest, feeling the wild pound of his heart under her palms, feeling the flex of his muscles as he held himself in check, just for her. The look in his eyes was dark, ravenous, devoted, and it made her clench around nothing, aching to be full again.

She rose up on trembling thighs and reached between them, wrapping her fingers around the thick base of his cock, guiding him back to her entrance. Eric’s jaw locked tight, a vein bulging in his forehead, as he fought for control when she teased the head against herself, circling, teasing.

"Don't fuckin' tease, baby," he gritted out, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. "Sit. Down."

And she did.

With a shuddering cry, she sank down onto him all at once, feeling herself stretch impossibly wide all over again as she slid him in completely. Her head dropped back, mouth falling open in a silent moan as she felt his cock buried to the hilt inside her, the new position allowing a new depth she wasn’t aware she could handle.

Eric’s head thudded back against the floor, his eyes squeezed shut, a broken sound ripping from his throat like she had just snapped something deep inside him as she started to ride him in a maddening rhythm.

Y/N gazed up to the ceiling again and the mirror gave her front-row seats to her own desire,  the way she moved on him, hips circling slow and deliberate every now and then, the way she ground herself down against him, the bounce of her breasts, the way his hands gripped her thighs like he was holding onto sanity, she almost came right then and there.

She leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs, the angle adding to their pleasure, making his cock rub against the sensitive spot inside her again. Her mouth fell open, a low moan leaving her throat.

"Fuck, look at you," he groaned, one hand sliding up her belly, between her breasts, gripping her throat lightly, not to hurt, but to hold her there, to make her feel everything.

"Look at yourself, baby," he growled. "Look how perfect you are, riding my cock like you were born to."

He tugged her forward by her neck as he sat up, muscles rippling beneath her. His eyes locked onto hers, intense and dark and so damn gone for her. And then he kissed her, but this time slower and claiming, as if to savor her as she sensually rolled her hips against him. Like they had all night, and no one else in the world existed but them.

Y/N’s body felt like it was on fire, the rhythm of her movements starting to blur, mind lost in the haze of pleasure. Her thighs burned, trembling as she bounced harder, faster, the pace increasing until she felt dizzy from the effort.

Every time she slid down, she felt the thick, burning stretch of him filling her, pushing deeper, making her whole body jerk from the force of it. Her nails dug into his chest, then his shoulders, anything she could grab to steady herself as her breaths turned into desperate gasps.

She was drunk on him. Cockdrunk. Her vision blurred, hips rolling, back arching, chasing the high, every nerve in her body strung out, too much, but never enough. She needed more.

Her eyes locked with his, every ounce of control slipping through her fingers, and still, she couldn’t stop. Her hips rocked harder, desperate.

"Fuck," Eric groaned, his fingers digging into her waist, helping her push down faster, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. “You fuck me so fucking good, baby. Can’t get enough of you.”

His voice was raw, rough, and she nearly came at the sound of it, and the way he looked at her, made her feel even more out of control. She was dripping, her body so sensitive it was torture.

Y/N gasped, her body jerking as she tried to keep her rhythm, but she was so close, her walls were fluttering, her body was trembling, ready to snap.

“Come on, baby,” Eric growled, voice rough and coaxing as his hands gripped her hips harder, guiding her. “Give it to me. Let me feel you.”

That was all it took.

With a sharp, broken sob of his name, her body finally gave in. The orgasm ripped through her like a violent wave, her thighs clamping around his waist, nails raking down his chest as she shattered. Her vision went white around the edges, her whole body convulsing as she sobbed through it, hips grinding desperately against him even as she came undone.

Eric cursed low and vicious under his breath as he jerked up his hips to meet hers, fucking her through it, dragging her higher and keeping her there, drawing every last tremor from her body before he caught her, arms wrapping around her body before she could collapse completely.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped and spread kisses from her jaw and along her neck as flipped them over again with effortless strength, laying her out beneath him. 

Y/N barely had time to catch her breath before he grabbed her legs, lifting both and hooking them over his shoulders, folding her in half.

The new angle made her cry out, raw and overstimulated, as he slid back into her in one deep, devastating thrust. She could feel him everywhere, filling her even deeper than before, hitting spots inside her that made her vision blur with pleasure.

“God, you feel like heaven,” he groaned against her skin, his arms wrapping over her thighs to lock her in place, holding her against him. His thrusts were brutal now, hips snapping against hers, desperate, dragging out wet, broken sounds from both of them.

She clutched at the rug beneath her, sobbing his name, every stroke driving her higher again, even though she was still shaking from the first orgasm.

Eric’s mouth found the inside of her calf, pressing fevered kisses up her trembling leg, his voice a wrecked whisper against her skin. “You’re mine. Fuck, baby, you’re mine.”

She couldn't speak, couldn't think, only feel the way he took over her body, the way he worshiped it with every rough, punishing thrust, the way he was unraveling right alongside her.

His rhythm grew frantic, erratic, and Y/N felt him throbbing deep inside her, hips stuttering. His teeth scraped lightly against her skin as he groaned low and savage, pulling out at the last second.

She whimpered at the sudden loss, and then gasped when the first hot, thick rope of his release splattered across her belly and breasts.

Eric’s head dropped between her legs for a moment, breath heaving, forehead pressed against her thigh as he tried to pull himself together. His hand stroked up her trembling side, almost reverently.

When he finally looked up at her, his green eyes were softer now, full of something almost tender she couldn’t quite read through at that moment.

"You’re fucking perfect," he rasped, his voice wrecked.

Eric stayed there for a beat longer, forehead resting against her thigh, his hand still smoothing over her sensitive skin like he couldn't stop touching her. Like he wouldn't stop.

Neither of them spoke, the only sound in the room was their shattered breathing, the heavy, pulsing aftermath of everything they'd just done. Of everything they still wanted.

Y/N blinked up at the ceiling, at the mirror above them, seeing the wrecked, wanton version of herself sprawled out, glistening, legs still trembling, marked by him in every way. And Eric,fuck, Eric looked even worse. Wild, untamed, beautiful in the most devastating way.

When he finally lifted his head, his gaze pinned her in place. There was no teasing in his eyes now, no smug grin. Just a dark, burning possession that made her whole body tighten again in response, even though she was still trembling from the first round.

Something had shifted. Irrevocably. And it scared the hell out of her, but not enough to run.

Eric leaned over her, bracing his hands on either side of her head, caging her in with his body.

"You’re staying the night," he rasped, voice still ragged and low from what they’d just done. His forehead pressed to hers, his breath hot against her mouth. "Not done with you yet."

She gave a breathless, wrecked little laugh, her fingers curling into his hair as she whispered back. "Good. I’m not done with you either."

The look he gave her in that moment, wild, hungry and almost relieved, made her heart stutter violently in her chest. 

And as he kissed her again, this time differently, slower and full of emotion, like he was imprinting her onto his very soul, Y/N knew one thing for certain: whatever this was between them, it was just getting started.

[whatisamildopinion]

thinking about Aasimar au warlock Kristen again (wow what a series of words lmao) so have some more silly thoughts about it:

- when Kristen first multiclasses Fig says "don't worry, I got you, I know a lady" and drags them both to see Zara. Zara looks at these two (Kristen, literally about to vibrate out of existence with excitement and happiness, Riz, looking like he's five seconds away from hyperventilating to death) and is like "oh this one's gonna be interesting"

- Zara Sool takes one look at this poor rogue-paladin-patron who looks like he's gonna have a mental breakdown, but deep in his heart trusts Kristen enough to dedicate his love and his time and his magic and his oath and his goddamn soul to this girl (warlock relationships are about exchange, after all, even if he doesn't know that yet. Kristen isn't the only one who's handed away her soul to safer hands with this) and says ">:) I'm gonna trick this boy into talking about his feelings." the following conversation goes pretty much like this:

Zara: look it's really safer for Kristen herself if you tell her what's going on with yourself emotionally, otherwise you might make a faulty contract, which will put her soul in danger.

passive investigation of 21 Riz: >:((( you're trying to guilt trip me

Zara: yeah, is it working????

Riz: ..............maybe

- following Zara's intervention, Riz and Kristen sit down and have a real conversation about their fears and their struggles and the things they want from their lives. Riz admits that he's scared that none of them will stay together after high school and that's why he's pushing so hard to keep them together. Kristen tells him that, yeah, she can't guarantee what will happen after high school, but that they're all prepared to work to keep their friendships, and that she in particular is gonna make sure she's always always friends with him. Kristen talks about the specific things she's been struggling with between school and her religion and they make a plan to help her and also actually talk to Jawbone and Sandra Lynn because Jesus this girl needs help. so after this conversation they make the most detailed fucking contract that has ever been (Riz's anxiety goes crazy) and they show up back to warlock class like "is this good?" and present Zara with an absolute mess of a document that is overflowing with footnotes and sticky notes and annotations and is written in this unholy mess of common-goblin-celestial-rogue cipher, but she kinda quizzes them on it, and lo and behold, they have it fucking memorized

- Riz is still pretty worried so Zara fully enlists her paramour to come down and talk him into being a little bit calmer. Zara and her paramour think this is the cutest thing ever.

- Zara tells Riz he can audit warlock class if he's still nervous about it but he's like "fuck no, if I'm taking a class I am damn well gonna get credit for it" and gets his mcat signed to do three classes. Fig-Kristen-Riz are the terrors of the warlock class but also the best students Zara has ever had. everyone both loves and hates them in there (but mostly loves. they're just too cool)

-after The Conversation, Kristen drags Riz to have another Conversation with the rest of the bad kids, and they echo all her sentiments about staying friends even if they go their separate ways after high school (except Adaine and Riz, who nail down that at least they are gonna go to college together). so even though it feels super unnatural, Riz kind of takes a breath like a whole half a year early. he stops pushing them so hard to perform academically, but the rest of them finally understand why he was doing that, and also understand the consequences of the party failing a little more. so they're all just trying their best, but more organically

- Kristen is technically borrowing from Riz's well of power, and he's not like, a full angel or anything (yet) but magic is a muscle. the more you use it, the stronger it gets. and again, warlock relationships are about exchange. so what happens is that as soon as Kristen starts using her warlock magic routinely, Riz finds that his smites are getting more powerful??? his radiant soul damage is increasing???? he suddenly has access to spell slots he shouldn't??? turns out, power borrowed is power returned, and while his power base is incredible, Kristen is a much more accomplished spellcaster than he is, so she exercises his magic more effectively than he does, and he starts getting more powerful as she gets more comfortable in her powers

-Riz can feel whenever Kristen is using her warlock powers. sometimes she'll start eldritch blasting shit for fun along with fig and five minutes later her crystal will start blowing up like "kristen what are your doing that requires eldritch blast every ten seconds" and then she has to admit that she and fig were seeing who could eldritch blast tin cans off the roof of mordred better

-Riz's wings kind of start to, for lack of a better word, calcify? like, they're still intangible, but they start sticking around even when he's not in radiant soul form. just two ghostly, intangible wings always hanging out, and they only start to really glow when he actually turns on Radiant Soul. he has a flying speed now. he's also frantically researching whether or not its possible for aasimar to start organically rising to angelhood because THIS ISN'T NORMAL, KRISTEN STOP TRYING TO GRAB THEM! (everyone else is so enamoured with his wings. he starts using them like his tail to wrap around people and even though they're intangible everyone swears up and down that they feel cooler and calmer and safer when wrapped up in a Riz wing)

-Kristen and Riz start to more or less have the same magical signature because they're sharing so much power. a side effect of this is that if Kristen is in the room, and Riz is stealthing, even casting something like Detect Evil and Good won't give him away, because his aura is so much like Kristen's and vice versa. they abuse this relentlessly to get Clues. kristen is team distraction and riz is team extraction

-at some point Adaine approaches the two of them like "hey all this stuff that's happening is totally fascinating, can I write a research paper about it?"

"sure," says Riz, "but only if you list us as co-contributors for college credit and stuff"

"well, duh," responds Adaine, and the three of them proceed to make the most detailed paper the world has ever seen about the magical and physical effects of a patron-warlock relationship between two mortals. it comes out sometime in their senior year and the magical research community loses their shit

-Kristen gets up to second level warlock in junior year, and her eldritch invocations are Eldritch Mind and Eyes of the Rune Keeper. the first time she realizes she can just read every single language her friends speak she cries. also she's sooooo scary now. she can hold two concentrations at once AND has advantage on concentration checks. terrifying.

-soooo many prospective warlock students start approaching riz and fig for warlock powers. they didn't know you could just ask normal students!!! (riz and fig are not normal students but that is beside the point.) fig thinks it is amusing. riz thinks it is stressful. kristen thinks it is fucking stupid, like, it's not like he's gonna share, no, I'm not jealous, what are you talking about? at one point it gets so frustrating for riz that he gets up on a table in the middle of the lunch period and shouts "blanket statement for everyone who is not in my party, NO I WILL NOT BE YOUR PATRON, STOP ASKING!!!" the bad kids think it's the funniest thing, but they're also being hella protective of riz and fig. everyone stop BOTHERING them, no they're NOT interested in being your patron!! the number of physical fights that they've all gotten in because of this, in order of least to most, is riz (2, on behalf of fig), kristen (3, on behalf of riz), fig (5, on behalf of riz), fabian (7, on behalf of both), gorgug (8, on behalf of both), and adaine (14, on behalf of both). after about a month everyone has mostly taken the hint

-kristen develops a terrible habit of just. hexing anyone who even remotely annoys her. you were breathing too obnoxiously in class today? blocked hexed. you said something mildly shitty about one of her friends? hexed. aelwyn took the last bagel at breakfast and she really wanted it? hexed. she's experiencing the newfound freedom of being a hater. riz is texting her like "kristen why are you hexing someone at nine in the morning" and she's like "I am experiencing little sister rage for the first time in my life, leave me alone"

-Buddy Dawn does not know what the fuck to make of Kristen's warlock multiclass. she makes him fully bluescreen. Bobby Dawn and Kipperlilly, on the other hand, are absolutely incandescent with rage. they're gonna die mad about it.

-on the other end of the spectrum, Kristen and Riz break Bucky's brain open. he speedruns the emotional crisis that Kristen had freshman year when he Divine Senses their magical connection and nearly cries because he can feel this absolutely overwhelming love. he never knew anyone else could love kristen than fiercely. nothing that full of love could ever be bad

-ooouuuuuugggghhhhh there comes a terrible scene between riz and cassandra where she is like "she believes in you more than me" and riz has to be like "maybe. but that doesn't mean she doesn't believe in you. kristen has enough faith to go around. and so do I. I'm still counting on you too." it's about sharing the most important person in your life. self-recognition through the other (bittersweet). "I see why she loves you so much" says cassandra, and for the first time riz doesn't sort of still feel the nightmare king beneath her, and for the first time she feels him as someone to exist alongside without competing with. and riz, who is kind of sort of maybe ascending to angelhood, is not really becoming an angel of cassandra's pantheon, but he's also not not becoming that

-just. augh. kristen and riz are literally so sickeningly happy as patron and warlock. absolutely attached at the hip. best friends of all time. saint kristen applebees and her own personal guardian angel. they make me ill

anyway that is all, thank you for coming to my TED talk

[atlas-ghoul-account]

Home Safe.

Warnings: swiss leaves, discussions of ocd, mentionings of touching wood, talk of food, food anxiety (whether it is safe to eat, intrusive thoughts surrounding food), intrusive thoughts about safety of others, hand washing, dry skin because of hand washing (idk i'm just saying everything just in case)

Notes: So this is a bit more of ocd phantom, credit of ocd phantom still lies with @littlemoon-beam lol, I just borrowed it to project some of the stuff I do. That being said, whilst this is my experience of ocd traits/tendencies, if you see anything that isn't quite written write please reach out!

Also also: I can't remember who said it, but I've borrowed the headcanon that Swiss goes back to the ministry to help Aether in the infirmary.

Phantom's ocd gets worse now that Swiss is gone. Now that he's no longer touring, Phantom can no longer make sure he's okay, he can't check on him. He usually knows he's okay, he can just look over and check. And there Swiss would be, looking at him like he was insane as the young quintessence ghoul pokes his head into his bunk to stare at him for a second before leaving. But now he can't do that, because Swiss has gone back to the ministry.

And Phantom knows he can't phone him every time he gets an intrusive thought about him. He knows that, but he wants to. Because then he knows he's safe. And he just wants to know that Swiss is safe.

The compulsions don't take long to start creeping in.

After the Birmingham ritual, when Swiss announces that Aether needs him in the infirmary, Phantom freezes. This can't be real, it can't because Swiss is his lifeline. He's the only thing that keeps him from spiralling out of control, the only sense of normalcy that he can latch onto whilst on tour.

They don't have long to say goodbye, because it isn't really a goodbye after all, but a see you later. Although, that doesn't mean it hurts any less. And almost everyone else has known Swiss longer than him, so Phantom thinks they deserve spending longer with him. So he holds back, no matter how much it hurts. It makes sense to Phantom at least, he probably didn't matter as much to Swiss as the others he had known for years.

"See you later, Ant," Swiss whispers, "Call me anytime." Phantom gives a small nod.

"See you later," He whispers, not able to stop himself from thinking that perhaps he should be going to help at the infirmary instead. He was a quintessence ghoul after all. A small part of his brain told him that actually, Swiss' quintessence, whilst not his main element, was stronger than his. That Phantom wasn't good enough with his quintessence to help.

That night, when he's alone in his bunk, listening to the world go past, his skin crawls. He can't sleep, too scared that if he does something might happen to Swiss. Or he wakes up and the other ghouls are gone too. Or Perpetua, human's are rather fragile after all.

'He won't make it home safe unless you touch wood.' His mind calls out to him. Phantom knows it's irrational, he knows. But why take that risk? Why risk Swiss? He doesn't have to question it before he's tapping wood in his sequence.

Three times, which he repeats another three times. Before repeating it one final time.

Although, it does little to resolve the anxiety, if he's being honest. Instead, he slides out of his bunk, creeping across the bus to Swiss' bunk. He slides in, pulling the curtain closed behind him. It was the closest thing he could get to Swiss. It would have to do.

The rest of the ghouls notice small differences in the coming days. The young quint ghoul looking unsure before doing certain things - things he hadn't questioned in a long time.

Hand washing became more frequent, worried that the germs on his hands would make the other ghouls, or Papa ill. Then they'd have to go back to the ministry, and that would be another friend he'd had to tour without. He didn't think he could do that. Naturally, it didn't take long for his hands to dry out, for his knuckles to start splitting. It made playing harder, more painful. But he couldn't stop himself from washing them, he couldn't risk them like that. Besides, the split skin didn't hurt too much.

The safety of food start cause anxiety in his chest. It wasn't that he didn't trust the other ghouls, they cooked for him all the time. But with the spike in anxiety and the small spiral downwards, he was finding it more and more difficult to ignore the doubt. What if a fly landed on it? What if they didn't wash their hands properly? Can food be left out of the fridge for that long? This is definitely cooked, right? Does this look pink?

The doubts were endless. He tried to ignore them, instead, combatting the thought with a small touch of the table wood. In the short term, it cleared his fears. He touched wood, so despite however irrational it was, it would still mean he would be okay if he ate it.

It doesn't take long for the ghouls to text Swiss, to ask for advice. They feel guilty, knowing that Aether, Omega, and now Swiss were absolutely swamped in the infirmary, but they really don't know how to help the quint.

[tehrevving]

Food for Thought: TW: Consensual Somnophilia

It is regarding Dante and Soulmate Fem!Reader. She works full-time and juggles a job, household chores, and kids. Dante isn't much help with household chores and is too lenient to be left alone with kids to discipline and educate them.

So the reader is left tired by the end of the day. She is tired, so tired. But also so horny. She will be horny and talk all dirty with Dante once kids are asleep late at night about all the things they will do. But falls asleep midway, during foreplay, because her eyes can't stay open...no matter how much she tries. Dante stops once she is asleep because even he can understand she is tired. He appreciates how she keeps up with jobs, kids and him. But when the Reader wakes up in the morning, she is guilty because she fell asleep again. Dante doesn't complain. It is frustrating for the reader because now she is quite horny at work. And has to wait till night going through work, kids and chores to be peacefully in bed again with Dante, only to fall asleep from sheer exhaustion.

So one night, she allows Dante to go on, even when she falls asleep. How will Dante react and something?

It came to my mind because I've been single as hell all my life. But I'm in a pretty similar situation, minus a partner. Make it make sense. Shit. Sorry if it is awkward.

Hi Anon. It makes sense to me that youre feeling tired but horny lol, and working full time and keeping up a household on your own is so difficult. I’m sure you’re doing amazing 🥰.

…I think it’s cute you think their first time with somno would be years into their relationship and once they have kids lmao. They both such kinky little shits, and Dante gets massive morning wood generally, and releases pheromones when he’s having ‘good’ dreams, while obviously she ovulates and has cycles and stuff lolol. Buuuut I digress.

I get what you’re saying about the tiredness, and she’d still be tired regardless but Dante is a good Dad, and he’d step up. Sure the kitchen might not be sparkling clean, and dinner might be instant noodles, but he’d do his absolute best to split chores and stuff equally. His kids are his ultimate weakness tho, so he’s not good at discipline, like you said😂

Anyyyyyway, Dante and somno. I kinda feel like he doesn’t really have a kink for it, like he prefers his partner to be awake and responsive and begging for him. At the same time though, I think he likes being able to feel their body reacting to him even when they’re not awake. His enhanced senses mean he can feel their heart rate spiking, blood rushing south etc, and he’s into that. He’d definitely be interested in trying to make his partner cum without them waking up, and I think that’s what he would be trying to do in your scenario. He would pretty much forget about his own pleasure and start solely focusing on them. I wonder how many times she could cum before finally waking up?? 😏

[badmilkk]

How do you think Pony or Darry (or maybe the whole gang) would react if Soda and Two-Bit let their relationship out of the closet

They seem like they're closeted because homophobes yk

I'm so glad you asked me that because I have a whole structured timeline about their relationship based on my headcanons. This is a bit of a long post but I don't caaare... There are drawings at the end anyways. (Comments are appreciated)

Their relationship is post-canon, so Dally and Johnny are sadly dead. They started getting closer after Sandy left Soda. Darry was really busy at work, Pony hung out very often with his new group (Curly and Scout and more random characters I guess XD), and Steve was taking his relationship with Evie very seriously after seeing how badly things went for Soda, so these two started to get together since they were a bit lonely. Two-Bit had liked Soda for a long time, but he obviously kept it all a secret and would occasionally hook up with some girl as a way to disguise it and to distract himself, thinking he would forget him that way. But well, that didn't happen lol. Soda started to like Two-Bit after Two didn't gave damn about anything and began to half-flirt with him and have very strange acts of kindness and courtesy. At first, he didn't understand his feelings, but then, looking back, he understood everything. He had already suspected that he liked guys for a few years but hadn't stopped to think about it, plus, back then he had internalized homophobia 😔. Things started to happen between them one night when they were half-drunk after some party or something and they kissed. The next day, unfortunately, they both remembered and started avoiding each other out of embarrassment until Soda had a talk with him and told him that their relationship was wrong and that they should stay away for the good of both of them. Two-Bit was super depressed because he was very much in love but he listened to him and they were like that for a few weeks. They avoided each other while hiding it from everyone and acting like nothing was wrong. Everything exploded one day when Two-Bit finally spoke to him and they had a long conversation where they were honest with each other on the rooftop of the Curtis' house (for some reason??) and they confessed their feelings and blah blah blah... But there was no kiss!! They just hugged and that was it because that was still something new for them hehe. During the following days, they half-avoided each other because they were very nervous, but they would steal glances or touch hands, or sometimes Two-Bit would take advantage and start flirting with Soda. Until finally one night Soda snuck into Two-Bit's room through the window, they hung out, and they had their first official kiss without alcohol involved. Some nights when Pony had a sleepover with Scout in his room (this is another ship I like a lot), Soda would sleep in his old room, and taking advantage of this, Two-Bit would sneak in through the window and spend time or the night with him. Sometimes Soda has also snuck out to spend the night at his place. They started going on dates. Pony once caught them in a too affectionate situation 🫢🤨 when they thought no one was around and started to overthink it but kept it a secret. Then things started to fall into place and he already assumed that those two were at least friends with benefits.

When Soda (and Steve) went to war, in my head it was like a year and a half or so until they returned. Well, there was a time when they stopped receiving letters from both Soda and Steve and everyone assumed the worst, thinking they might have died. In a moment of weakness (and maybe a little drunk), Two-Bit confessed to Darry and Pony that he was dating Soda. Darry took it really badly and Pony finally confirmed his theory, and although he took it a little badly, he tried to show his best support (remember the homophobia of the 60s aaaa). Darry didn't want to talk to Two-Bit anymore ☹️. Upon returning home from Vietnam, the only one who knew they were coming back was Darry, as he kept it as a surprise after some phone calls with Soda. First, they reunited with Pony. Later, he told Soda that he already knew about his relationship and they had a little chat, but everything was fine because Pony understood that as long as they were happy and didn't hurt anyone, it shouldn't bother him that they were two men together. The next day, Pony accompanied Soda to Two-Bit's house and they had a super cute reunion. Time passed and Darry tried to soften up but it was very difficult for him. He fought with Soda many times about this because it was a huge shock, but over time he got used to it, "forgave" them, and accepted their relationship (what choice did he have XD). Steve was more of the same. He ended up finding out because Soda told him and they argued a lot too. He was hurt for being the last to find out blah blah blah there were problems blah blah blah homophobia of the time blah blah blah but Darry and Pony talked to him and made him see reason. Everyone got used to it and finally they were all happy!!! Although, of course, they couldn't act like boyfriends in front of other people, and they also don't really like being too close when they are around the gang. I couldn't tell you how long their relationship lasts, but for some reason, I feel like they don't end up staying together in the distant future.

[anxiousthoughts365]

your drarry hogwarts stories are so adorable omg! can you pls write another hogwarts story with harry accidentally confessing to draco that he thinks Draco’s cute? 🥹

Ah thank you :) of course, this is for you ...

~🐍Drarry⚡️& Harry's Accidental Confessions ~

No warnings apply

It had all been going so well. His return to Hogwarts had been nerve-wracking and intimidating, but had been made much easier by Potter's almost constant presence. He seemed to be making it his mission to be wherever Draco was, keeping an eye on him, stepping in when others tried to question his attendance at the magical school to complete his final year of schooling.

In another lifetime, Potter's attention would have felt wrong, even stifling. But in this lifetime, after a war and the difficulty of making amends for the things he'd done (or been made to do, as Potter often insisted), he found the attention and protection to be quite comforting. He found that he thrived under the support, that it helped to keep his mind clear. Which is how he and Potter had ended up studying together in the Library, late at night.

Draco thought that he had been doing a good job at managing the slight turmoil that had been growing inside him alongside his new-found connection with the Boy Who Lived Twice, able to tease and banter with the other boy easily, relishing in the muffled chuckles he drew from him. But everything suddenly came crashing down when Potter, after watching Draco laugh at one of his awful jokes, sighed, 'God, you're cute.'

Draco froze, his mind honing in on the other boy's words. His chest immediately felt tight, and he found that his eyes were glued to the parchment in front of him as he tried to tamp down the ridiculous surge of hope that flared in his heart. He took a slow breath in an attempt to master his feelings, and risked a glance at the boy at his side.

Harry sat stock still, his eyes fixed straight ahead of him. His face had gone somewhat pallid, and Draco's stomach swooped sickeningly when the Gryffindor muttered, 'Did I ... Did I just say that out loud?'

'We can pretend that you didn't,' Draco breathed, and swallowed hard when Harry's head snapped around to look at him. He tried to keep his expression indifferent as those entrancing green eyes darted over his face, and shrugged as he added, 'If you like. I won't hold it against you, or anything. It was an honest mistake.'

'I ... A mistake ...' Harry mumbled, and though he should have known better than to hold onto the tiny grain of hope, his apparent confirmation still crushed Draco. Embarrassingly, he felt his eyes start to prickle, and he stood, hurriedly scooping up his notes and shoving things haphazardly into his bag.

'Right, well,' he babbled, cringing internally at the evidence of emotion in his voice. He kept his gaze averted as he struggled with the clasp of his bag. 'These things happen. Don't worry about it. I'll, er, I guess I'll see you -'

He was stopped from leaving when rough fingers wrapped around his thin wrist. His heart was in his mouth as he looked down at the point of contact, and the contrast between his white arm and Potter's bronzed hand was unfortunately very pleasing. He took a steadying breath before he allowed himself to look up, and frowned when he found Potter looking up at him with something like panic on his stupidly handsome face.

'That's not what I meant,' Harry whispered, and Draco tipped his head to the side, indicating that he was listening. He watched the boy's throat bob as Harry swallowed hard, then he straightened his shoulders, held Draco's gaze, and said carefully, 'The mistake was the way I told you that. The mistake was waiting so long to tell you that it had to come out like that.'

'What are you saying?' Draco rasped. His breath hitched when Potter's thumb moved, gently stroking over the tender skin on the inside of his wrist, and it was entirely unfair that Potter only looked even more attractive when he smiled shyly up at Draco.

'I'm saying that I think you're cute. And I'm saying that I mean it.'

[cogniizaant]

hello hi I love your writing🔥🔥🔥🔥 you should write some more Froggy stuff, like possibly with an affectionate reader? /nf

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON i'm very flattered and i'm so glad you requested. and im also sorry i saw this a bit late i hadn't checked my laptop when i had left work yesterday. anywho enough about me i would be happy to write more stuff about Froggy. these will also be headcanons kinda so i hope you're cool with it.

i ran out of related banners so quick.

Froggy x Affectionate!reader HCS.

It's definitely shocking for him at first and you might have to ease him into it. I wouldn't say he'd be unfamiliar with affection or anything, but rather just used to more toned down expressions of it. SO, if you're the type to go all out with declaring your love for him, do be prepared for his initial reaction to be a bit more timid.

He'd never fully get used to it. It'll be that one thing about dating you that he can never fully get accustomed too. One minute you guys are talking, having a casual conversation and then you just out of nowhere turn to him, hugging him until your faces are pressed against each others as you remind him again for the umpteenth time that day that you love him. He'd shiver a bit, but struggle to fight back a smile as he pats the arm wrapped around him. He actually really likes hearing despite how hesitant he is to say it back. It's not that he doesn't feel the same, because he does. He's just too embarrassed to say it back. He's also a bit embarrassed of how easily you can get to him. He's obviously not the calmest guy ever and he's relatively outspoken with his feelings, but it's for him to get this giddy over another person is crazy to him. None of his past relationships were like this at all. He's the type to say he's a 'grown ass man' whenever warranted but has to cover his face and stop himself from giggling and kicking his feet whenever you're with him.

On any special holidays, he's learned to brace himself and be prepared to wake up to enough gifts to cover every birthday for the rest of his life and then some, or an expertly planned date for the two of you that you've curated every aspect of since the year prior. He might think it's a bit too much at times or complain that he won't be able to get him anything of equal value. If you respond in anyway saying he doesn't need too and that you're doing this strictly because you love him and you want too, then he might call you corny. He doesn't mean it at all, it's just to distract you from the fact that he's super flustered over it.

On the topic of gifts, whenever he gives you anything he's finally accepted the fact that you will have the most over the top reaction ever. He's gotten tackled and smothered with kisses enough times to know there's no curbing your excitement. He's honestly grown to enjoy it, and even anticipate it. I think he'd be pretty attentive and would do his best to remember what you like so he can get something aligned with your interests with you. He feels proud that he's able to make you happy even though he still feels that his gifting abilities are subpar in comparison to yours.

"Hey, it's nothing. Really. I just remembered you said you liked that show." "Froggy, I love it so much. I've never been gifted anything this great before ever in my life. I swear I'm going to craft a ring with my bare hands and propose to you with it one of these days." "How am I supposed to respond to that?!"

A lot of your conversations go like that. You're so insanely nice and loving towards him it genuinely throws him off so much. The gears in his brain stop turning every time and he has to manually restart them. He enjoys it a lot, but questions himself often on whether he's built to handle this. You're able to say how you feel to him so clearly and consistently and he can barely respond back without blushing and stuttering. You make him really nervous, but in a good way. You could have been dating for decades, now. Married, even. He'll still get flustered over you being affectionate with him either way. It's like a never ending crush on you.

He's very wary about letting you meet his colleagues. You all would probably get along very well, so that is not his concern. He can't let anyone see him in that state. Well, with the exception of you, of course. I mean, how can he retain his authority then? In reality, none of them would say much about it, though it would be a shocking sight. You cannot convince him of that, though.

Overall, Froggy will never be unsure about your love for him, so good job on that. He loves you back. He's just working up the courage to say it with a straight face.

[aiakosaclysm]

Wholesome Hellscape Tour and Applications Announcement

yall want a tour of WHS? Here's the golbmine, the most recent addition on the server. The communal storage area, super smelter, sugar cane farm, and community area shared by Theo, Ink, Elictra, and their friends within the confines of the Safe Zone. It was just recently completed and has more redstone in it than any other build i've made on this server

On the way out of the Safe Zone, I saw this. Rhys' watch-tower. If you look closely, you might be able to see their pack. Thought it looked cool from this angle and felt like including it

after you get out, one of the first places you'll find is Charleston. This was my first base on the server, and it still finds use today. It's also the home of the Lost Woods. With in this maze of trees you can find Theo's tree. Theo's...well, He's Theo.

You can also find the shrubs Old Man, Charles, of whom Charleston is named after. He's the first tree I built on the server, though he's existed in various forms for much longer.

You can also find the Cave, which holds various animals, and our storage area. I've gotten good at these over the years, so this is something I happen to be quite proud of.

You can also see C!Aflac and Cinder's first bedroom here. The two have since moved out of Charleston, however. Currently, the only things that live here are the ghosts in the lost woods and the various plants and animals they protect.

Might be a bit difficult to see in the fog here, but you should be able to get a glance at the aforementioned lost woods. Above it is the mountain Charleston is buried under, though that mountain isn't fully pictured here. You can also see the paper mache dragon that Theo made.

On the way to The Aether, I had to make a pit stop in Prosperity. This once prosperous town is now home only to the poison of the void.

Sometimes I wonder how things could have been, if anything could have been different. If any of this could have been avoided.

After that pit stop, I managed to land in the Aether. I went ahead and grabbed some leftover supplies from Theo's apothecary, but what I needed wasn't here.

I figured I'd check his guest house after. See if what I needed was there. Fun fact about this house, Theo picked it up and moved it from a different town.

Once I got the things I needed from there, i started making my way back, when I saw something in the rain. I wasn't sure what it was for a moment.

It was Elictra's monument! I always forget its so close to the Aether. Unfortunately, it's been a little bit...corrupted. After her brother, Elias, was killed, he was buried here. This seems to have drastically affected it.

Those spikes were all over the place here. I didn't want to stick around too long, though. The Void Sickness is not something I'm very inclined to mess with. Here's another photo of it from afar.

I figured I'd take another pit stop. One of the rarest and the most secret location on the server. Only 3 people know where it is. Welcome to the Melon Bar.

Seems leaving the portal unattended has had some...unexpected consequences. I'm not a fan of the nether, but I don't hate it though.

In case anyone's curious, the servers goodest boy is doing just fine. Barnaby is alive and well.

Finally made it back to the Safe area. Here's Elictra's house. She's the town winemaker now, and has almost every crop in croptopia.

Here's another angle of the house. I just think it looks really nice.

Elictra's kids are funny too. Oak, Aspen, Fern, Spruce, Asparagus, and Artichoke. Theo named em. Sniffy lil guys.

Home sweet home. Theo's Bunker.

Built with efficiency and survivability in mind, each room in his side is outfitted with a crafting table and ender chest

It's a bit cramped, but his workspace has all the essentials. Loom, Smithing table,

Some furnaces, storage, a crafting table and Furnaces. Steve and some sculk. All the essentials.

Theo's always made potions, why stop now? The bed here is Inks, as she doesn't currently have a room. She lives here with Theo's trusty assistant, Frog Named Eris. He's hiding behind the brewing stands because he's a little camera shy.

His study and work area. Nothing much of note here, other than his actual notes.

Theo's bedroom. Two ender chests, for extra utility. I don't have a problem, what are you talking about?

Anyways, that's that. I couldn't show off every build, or even every bit of the builds I showed. Some things gotta be left to discovery. If anyone's curious, the SMP is called Wholesome Hellscape. WHS has been running for 4 years, it was founded by the amazing @inkmeloffical and it's still up and kicking. All builds here were made by its wonderful members. It's a 1.20.1 modded origins server with lore. If anyone's looking for an SMP to join, here's a link to the fan server, Applications open soon! https://discord.gg/F9V4AYJb EDIT: I've been given permission to share the actual application link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScwY5RxrYMp2pZlBJ6kA-_MibSkZBbjm_wSRGEDl99XrY2pLg/viewform?usp=sf_link Apps close on the 16th, and if we like your application, we'll start reaching out shortly after that in order to plan for interviews. I highly encourage you to join the fanserver above in order to get more consistent updates about this. Happy Applying and good luck! Builds created by me, ink, @polaris-solaria, @el-slime, @azelphyrr, @endtalesans, and others.

[jnw1813]

Movie Night

You suggest starting a movie night tradition with Conquest, starting with Alien.

Allowing you to push him towards it, Conquest grunts as he sinks into the couch, raising a brow as he watches you grin and giggle and move about like some excitable pet. Fondness glows in his chest.

“Alright, what are you up to this time, darlin’?” He rumbles, shifting his weight as he lays his arms along the back of the sofa, manspreading comfortably.

It distracts you for a moment, the sight making warmth spread through your veins. Conquest, despite how he may disagree, was a work of art.

Snapping out of it, you grin, turning the TV on.

“You told me Viltrumites don't really have art, right? No theatre, music, fiction books…”

He shook his head, watching you. The confirmation made pity well up inside you for a moment, and you mourn the years he's spent without such simple joys.

Well, good thing you're about to fix that.

“Well, from now on, I want to have movie nights with you!” You tell him, excited to share more of your culture, your joys with him.

A raised brow is your only response.

At your small huff at his silent reaction, Conquest chuckles, loud and deep.

“Sorry, I just don't have anything to say.” He raises his hands in surrender half-heartedly. “So, movie night?”

With an excited nod, you begin telling him how “All couples do this” and “It'll be fun, you see!”

He watches with fond amusement as you start a movie, grabbing a bowl of popcorn before settling beside him, cuddled up under his arm, eyes on the television. He huffs quietly, then looks forward as well, curious about this movie, Alien.

For the first ten minutes, he's silent, interested by the sheer experience of watching something that wasn't educational; he's sucked in by the atmosphere and acting, but not all that interested. Yet.

But the second they land on the Alien planet and the facehugger jumps out? Oh, he is interested!

“Huh,” he watches, listening to the explanation of it bleeding acid and keeping its host alive, “Can't say I've ever heard of an alien species that… wait, no, sequids do something similar. But they don't bleed acid.” He shifts as he thinks of those parasites.

He mentally makes a note to make sure none come to earth. Wouldn't want you getting hurt, after all.

At the famed chestburster scene, he genuinely tenses up, eyes widening a bit. And when he sees what comes out–

“Hah! The worm is as big as my–”

You shove him, exasperated. “Conquest!”

 

“What?!” He laughs, letting you try to shove him. “I'm just saying. That's the big danger they'll be facing? It's cute! Looks like one of your earth critters.”

“It does not.”

You roll your eyes and finally stop your playful hitting, slumping against him; your warmth bleeds into him, and he sighs, playing with your hair absentmindedly as he keeps watching.

When the xenomorph is fully grown and shown, he gives the screen a calculating look.

“... yeah, I could beat it.” He decides, sure of himself. Acid blood? A strong exoskeleton? Please. That would give it a few minutes of survival time at most.

You snort, face squished against his thigh. “I don't doubt it.” You murmur, eating a bit of popcorn.

“Shame it's not real, though.” He sighs as the movie ends. “Maybe I would've actually had a proper challenge.” He says, mourning a potential fight.

“Yeah, shame.” You roll your eyes. “If this is your reaction to xenomorphs, I already can guess what you'll say about Yautja.” You say, sitting up. Despite that, you already know you'll be watching Predator next. And knowing Conquest, he'll probably enjoy it if for no other reason than there's so much fighting and killing.

[egophiliac]

I don’t think we’ve ever seen you draw knight of dawn before 🤔 what are your thoughts about him? Or take?

I've drawn him a couple of times, just really little/in the background. but I should draw him more, I love this guy a lot! I have many, many thoughts about him and the way he parallels Silver...and also I think it is extremely funny that his ghost is stuck in a ring. especially considering where that ring has been for the last 16-ish years.