#and we know that curly has rose colored glasses

[thinkingofausername]

honestly the whole debate on who should've helped anya (saved the damsel in distress) is pmo. the only au i'd accept is the one where she shoots jimmy in the head. arguing over which of the three men (curly, daisuke, swansea) would've or should've helped the woman is dancing on the line of misogyny and plays into jimmy's depiction of anya as a miserable, helpless, weak, useless problem of a person. and if it's not jimmy's perspective but in fact she really couldn't have done anything for herself except kill herself... well... that's another thing

[mentally-gone002]

lovers in the night

summary: steve sneaks into his girlfriends room at night in secret so that they can be together.

steve harrington x henderson!f!reader. secret relationship!!!!

can be read in its own, or with this part 2 here, and part 3 here

a/n: reader is dustin’s sister so obvi. she’s gonna have like curly hair but no color is specified. also i L O V E a good henderson!reader with steve!! like idk why but it’s just a great pair since steve and dustin are already my fav duo in the show!! i love them sm😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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cicadas buzzed endlessly beyond the open window and cotton curtains swished back and forth like a chest heaving with slow breaths along with the late night wind. 

goosebumps rose on her bare arms as she sat with her back against her bed frame on the carpeted floor, slowly flicking through a book that dustin had forced into her hands earlier that day. it was actually really good, not that she didn’t trust her brother’s judgement on literature or anything, but some books he has lent her had been not worth the read. she should’ve read this earlier.

“hey,” a sharp whisper broke her focus on the words across the page and her eyes flew to the door. it was still closed. her eyes went back to the page, only to be interrupted by quiet tapping on glass. 

she turned her head and grinned widely at the barely visible sight of steve behind the glass. “what’re you doing here?” she hissed, still sporting a smile while she got up to place her book on her nightstand and then stand on her mattress and slide the window open wider. steve didn’t answer as he hoisted himself through the window which was far above the ground. he grunted and then fell through the window to land on his back on her bed, making her step back on the mattress with her hands covering her mouth to suppress a laugh. 

he sat up, huffing a little and pushing back his chestnut hair from his forehead as he watched her sit down beside him. “i missed you.” he answered and his hand snaked to hold the back of her neck, pulling her forward into a soft kiss. 

she laughed softly into it. “you saw me a few hours ago.” she whispered, trying to hint that they needed to be quiet. 

its been months they’ve been together and nobody knew that they were dating… yet. she was worried about how dustin would react, along with everyone else in his party; partially because they didn’t like steve until a few months ago. steve agreed with her, with some shock due to the fact that her brother and his friends only just started to like him, but wished he didn’t have to wait until they were alone to be as close as he wanted with her. 

steve shook his head slightly, honeyed eyes holding hers in an intimate stare. “i know, but we weren’t alone.” his fingers gently tangled in the hair on the back of her neck. “sorry dustin booted you to the backseat by the way.”

she chuckled at the remembrance. “it’s okay, he rides shotgun in my moms car too.” her voice was filled with fondness. “what isn’t okay is dustin almost catching us!” she whispered through a toothy grin because she can’t help but feel all giddy at the rush of secrecy with him. 

“well, what can i say? you looked really pretty.” steve whispers, leaning close to capture her lips with his again. he felt his heart race under his ribs the longer he kissed her.

she pulled away. “you can say ‘i’m sorry i almost jeopardized our secret relationship. it won’t happen again.’ or something like that.” her smile showed how she was teasing him while she spoke. 

steve shook his head, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “it won’t happen again.” he repeated back with a cheeky smile, playing along with her. 

she smiled back and brushed her curls back from her eyes. “good.” 

steve lolled his head to the side so he could just keep looking at her. he liked how her hair looked right now; it was all wild because she took it out of its previous style from earlier and didn’t seem to have tamed it. “how are you?” he wondered. 

she looked away from his eyes with an accompanied smile. her eyes landed on dustin’s book on the edge of her nightstand. “good. just enjoying the night, y’know?” she shrugged a little with a small grin. “dustin lent me a book earlier.” her eyes found steve’s again.

steve nodded and laid down on his back, stretching his arms above his head so that his hands bumped the wall. she stared at where his shirt had ridden up, the soft skin of his stomach was on display. “what’s it about?” he asked, looking over at where she was still sitting up. 

her body slowly settled beside steve’s before she answered. her head was resting on his chest. “it’s about a bunch of fantasy people going on an adventure.”

“is it the hobbit?” steve lifted his head a little to gaze down at her face turned on its side.

she looked up at him when he named the book just based from her description of it. “yeah, have you-“ a knock on her bedroom door had them both jumping in surprise to sit up.

“hey,” it was dustin. “can i come in?” he asked, voice slightly muffled by the door. 

steve looked at her and she put her index finger over her lips before pointing to her bed, intending for him to get under it. he did as she silently told him to do before she left walked to the door and opened it. “what’re you doing up this late?” she rubbed her hand to her eye, giving dustin the impression that he woke her up. he didn’t seem guilty as he walked passed her and into her bedroom, going to her closet and opening the doors. 

steve swallowed thickly, glad he didn’t hide there. it would’ve been cliche and embarrassing.

“i’m looking for batteries. my walkie died.” dustin explained, walking to look at the things littering the top of his sisters dresser after not finding any batteries. “jesus, why do you have so much jewelry?” he asked, lifting up a glass dish housing her rings. 

“i don’t have batteries, dustin.” she sighed and let her eyes slip to steve’s hiding place while dustin’s back was still to her. “why don’t you have spares anyway?” 

dustin faced her with a seemingly exhausted sigh. “i did, until i used them all. there’s been a lot going on, in case you forgot about the upside down.” he sassed with a tone. 

she rolled her eyes at him and gave her own exhausted sigh. “i didn’t, and like i said before, i don’t have batteries.” her eyes once again flashed down to the gap under her bed when she thought she heard steve shift or move around. 

dustin looked with her in confusion. “are you hiding a demo-dog?” he joked lightly. “why do you keep looking down there?” he stepped closer to her bed and she stiffened. 

“something probably just fell from how it was weirdly placed. you know… gravity.” nervous laughter ended her sentence. dustin cast her a look saying ‘you’re lying’ all over his face. he got down onto the floor on his hands and knees so that he could look under her bed. “dustin! get out of my room!” she hissed, kneeling on the floor beside him and tried, and failed, to moved him. 

he was too far into his investigation to be told what to do. he moved a box or two aside and then paused, redrawing his hand. “steve? what the hell are you doing under my sisters bed?” he asked, almost too loud. steve smiled with his teeth awkwardly and crawled out from under the bed to sit beside his (secret) girlfriend. dustin’s eyes traveled to his sister. “did you know he’s here?” 

she nodded. “yeah, he’s been here for a while.” her hand lifted to settle on steve’s shoulder. that was her way of silently telling him that it’s gonna play out fine. “why are you such a snoop?” that question was directed at dustin of course, who scoffed and stood up. 

“i’m not. i was checking for monsters so i don’t wake up tomorrow and find you dead.” he widened his eyes and shrugged, as if his reason was obvious from the start. he walked to the door after receiving nothing but an eye roll and her forceful ushering out oh her bedroom. “oh, and don’t like… do stuff.” he made a disgusted face at the thought. 

steve laughed with his hands over his face. he was still sitting on the floor. “we aren’t together, henderson.” steve covered. 

he nodded with half lidded eyes. “sure. and why would you be hiding under her bed then?” 

steve shrugged. “didn’t want the interaction with the other henderson. one’s enough.” 

she slapped the side of his head after she’d walked back to stand beside where he sat. her lips were pinned into a smile. “asshole.” 

dustin rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. “just be quiet.” and then he shut the door. 

steve stood up after the door shut and pulled her into him in a hug, still laughing slightly. “my hearts beating so fast.” he panted. “he knows.” 

“oh, he most definitely knows.” she nodded, pulling away. “might as well come out and tell them, but he’ll beat us to it with his radio system.” a shrug came from her shoulders. 

steve pursed his lips with a hum and a nod. “how much you wanna bet the group has bet on us?” he wondered. 

she blew out a breath in exasperation at the thought. “i can already see them all exchanging money with stupid smiles.” her gentle laughter filled the room. 

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dustin didn’t knock before he opened his sisters bedroom door the following morning, and he wasn’t surprised to see that steve was still there. 

steve was flush against her as they both slept on well through the morning, his arms were wound tightly around her waist to keep her from moving away. 

dustin only shook his head with a sigh and maybe the smallest smile before leaving the two alone. he wasn’t going to tell the party about it, not until his sister was ready to because he respects her. but the party does already think that steve and her are together, so it won’t come as a shock. 

he’ll let him sleep a bit longer before he interrupts the peace. 

[wroteclassicaly]

Summary: Two years. You never drive far anymore, you don’t linger outside of your new city limits. Because how can you drive into the desolate life you once had? Then again, Hawkins and its story book tragedies have a way of bringing you back for more. A mangled marriage, an abandoned two story, and a loved one in turmoil, it finally brings you back home.

Parings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, shitloads of angst, mentions of major health trauma (it’s heart related, so be warned before reading, as I don’t want to trigger anyone), that angsty angst, but with a happy ending, & obvious smut/nsfw content that will appear later in the story!

A/N: Sneak peek/teaser into my new series, and the first one I’m publishing for this fandom — That House In Indiana (inspired by Ethel Cain’s ‘A House In Nebraska’. Lyrics below that I obviously don’t own) There will be a happy ending, so don’t worry! I’ve also drawn off myself for the situation with Wayne, based off what happened to my own dad. It’s pretty rough, but Wayne will be okay — I promise! He has a health crisis in this that might trigger some people, so please DON’T read if you know it’ll upset you! And let me know what y’all think if you do read, please and thank you? ❤️💘❤️💘

February 1st, 1990

~*~

Labored breaths and bed sores, sing it to me all day long

When the aching sound of silence used to be our favorite song

You and me against the world, you were my man and I your girl

We had nothing except each other, you were my whole world

Then the day came and you were up and gone

And I still call home that house in Nebraska

Where we found each other on a dirty mattress on the second floor

Where the world was empty, save you and I

Where you came and I laughed, and you left and I cried

Where you told me even if we died tonight, that I'd die yours

~*~

Shaking hands with chipped polish of a once fresh manicure, now worried down from alternating chewed grinds between chattering teeth and trembling lips, stained with overflowing salt — switch to a tight grip around a faded leather steering wheel, the cracking leather mingling with that of rustling denim. Scattered neon pink chips spray nail beds, making you twitch with the need to placate that urgency in your guts that pummels the muscles, seizing those in your eyes to force you to glance at where the gold band used to sit, used to distract you so perfectly. You were sure that you’d gotten over that. Funny what delusions the mind can bank on to get you through destruction and pain. You sniffle upon a jagged exhale, breath coming out choppy and overused.

Your body feels stuck to the seats, melted into a frozen statue. You really don’t want to be you, to think. Hell, your thoughts border on everything they shouldn’t, all the what-ifs, the blames, past tragedies, and your wishes that if this was the end result — maybe it would’ve been better if you died that night in the Spring of 1986. Long drives that aren’t in line with the simplicity of five minutes, you’d avoided for the last two years. Four hours from your one bedroom townhouse in Illinois to a hotel room in your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana — you’re a prisoner to your psyche.

You’ll see your crumbling dream in the form of white plaster, broken wood planks, and rotten rose bushes, frosted across shattered glass windows — ones you had stewed over for days on what color would look the best for curb appeal, and a large for sale sign in the front yard that was once littered with the cars of friends and loved ones. That very same home, the one you had shaped with your partner, that curly haired, doe eyed boy that you first met when he gave you money to pay for the groceries you couldn’t quite afford when you were fifteen, unbeknownst to you that it was his last five dollars, but he gave it to you because he knew you needed it more. He’d be fine as long as you were. You don’t have to try to embrace every whisper his hands had gifted your skin with. Your walls are gone, body ripped open and bare for the entire town you’d left behind two years ago.

The scenery is starting to fill in, barren trees near bloom. Maybe an early Spring, you can’t be sure? Your tires click against wet asphalt when you turn, splashing water on the chrome body of your car as you head into the embankment of treetops that glow, entwined into an arch that blankets the road in charcoal shadows. You manage to raise your hand to hit your windshield wipers, crystal clearing in a thick smear. Your sclera, however, floods over, lashes sticking to raw under eyes, puffy and exerted. You swallow harshly around a raw and wet throat, foot accelerating the gas pedal. You have to get there.

You haven’t slept since you heard his voice, your ears floating into a familiar peak, a swell of overwhelming longing stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs, trapping your diaphragm beneath whimpers not cried. You knew right away that something wasn’t okay. He called for the first time in years, he was in the place of his uncle, your confusion palpable as you hadn’t expected the youth for the familiarity of your weekly calls with his own family. You could hear his deep voice, raspy and shrouded in painful storms unmatched. Your body was like a dead weight, fingers struggling to hold onto the receiver, tone a mere whisper, one that felt like broken glass being dragged out through your windpipes.

“What’s wrong, Eds?”

“He… I, Y/N—“ Like a plea that was too silent to fully find its vessel, his voice became caked with an ocean of tears, thick like the swamps of isolating despair.

You’d almost resorted to begging, but you had known, even then, Eddie always took his own path to processing grief. Resisting an instinctual soothe towards him was like rejecting the air that earth offered you.

Your fingers prickled in an uncomfortable heat, numb and dulled, tongue heavy and choking you. The same as that night you awaited to hear whatever horror Hawkins had dropped into your lives once more.

“It’s Wayne.” There was an eerie quietness as Eddie had caught up with himself and moved forward enough to inform you. You couldn’t have stopped the gasping cry that left your mouth if you’d taped it shut.

He’d wanted nothing more than to reach through the phone and take you into his arms, needing to remember what the heartbeat of another human felt like, more specifically — his human. But you weren’t, you hadn’t been, and he wasn’t calling you to tell you that. You loved his uncle like a father. Having to break this news, to lay a layer of pavement over your spirit and let it dry, driving over it to forget, Eddie guiding your heart into another turmoil — it made him want to attempt to dislocate his own jaw.

“What about Wayne? Please tell me what’s going on?” You lost every piece you’d mangled together, helpless to their violent disappearance.

Eddie had trembled as he sighed, shaky and worn. “He had a heart attack a few hours ago.”

Your organ had begun to lose traction, beating sporadically that you were sure some of your bones had been reduced to ash beneath the forceful erratic rhythm. Leaving behind everything but your shoes, coat, keys, and purse, you were already at your front door, phone cord stretching with you. “I’m coming home. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Yeah. Kay. I’ll be here.” Eddie sounded lost, that light he’d accumulated in his lifetime, part of it was dimming. He couldn’t lose the one person that had been with him his whole life. You were already gone. This would devour him whole.

You sit up straight in your seat, the action causing your back to crack. You take a few deep breaths, engrossed in the glossy branches in your sky view, thunder roaring in the distance, your vehicle approaching the clearing and ready to hit that final road that will take you home.

~*~

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

September 24th - Roses / Cherry Blossoms

WARNING: This chapter has a brief touch of homophobia/homophobic comments/bullying, viewer discretion is advice

The spring air feels nice and gentle as the Queendom of Roses goes into full bloom, busy bees hum and fly about in the gardens of the warm air in the flowers. The season was perfect for various outings and even indoor activities as the sun shines and birds chirp, a perfect day for a father and daughter to go on a little grocery shopping.

“I’ll pick up the apple and berry cheesecake for the anniversary party while we’re out. I saw in the paper the bakery is also selling some cherry donuts if you want me to buy you some.” Said Riddle as he talks on the phone in one hand while his other hand holds the hand of a little red haired girl who jumps along the cracks of the pavements. Ace, Riddle’s husband, chuckles and speaks back, “That sounds great! I’m sure it’ll taste good with some of that tea we got from Trey and Cater.” “I agree.” Riddle giggles when he watches Rose start singing a little ditty as she skips beside him, her red pigtails bouncing and swaying in happy joy. “I’ll let you get back to work dear, make sure to text me if you want us to get anything else.” Ace chuckled, you can very clearly feel the warm smile and heart eyes from the speaker, “Will do, love you rosebud.” Riddle tucks his phone back in his bag before walking into the bakery with his little princess. The store’s walls were a beautiful cream color with the hard wooden red oak flooring to match like a white cream above a red velvet cake, large window displays filled with treats lay out in the shop’s back, the sound of coffee machines stirring in life can be heard behind the farthest counter filling the bakery with the sweet scent of coffee grounds that blends perfectly with the aroma of freshly baked sweets. The man walks to the glass counter, the little Rose running behind him giggling past her adorable gap tooth grin.

“Good morning, what can I do for you two?” Asked the shopkeeper, a sweet, gentle older man with a sweet set of chocolate eyes and a hot chocolate warm smile with a marshmallow mustache of curly white. Riddle smiles, "Good morning sir, can I get the apple and berry cheesecake a box of a dozen cheery donuts." Blue-grey eyes look to the girl staring wide eyed at the beautiful lollies on display. "And a few of the strawberry suckers please."

Ace poked his head into the living room, his red eyes shining in worry as his freckles hands hold the cup of hot chocolate.

Rose, his ever so sweet and growing girl, just arrived back from her middle school sports club in tears and shut herself in her room and hasn't come out yet in the last 15 minutes. Taking a deep breath, the man journeyed down the hall to the sunset red painted door with fairy lights decorating the edges in soft yellow glows of blinks and glimmers.

He knocks. Nothing. "Hey cherry bomb, I made you some cocoa. Extra whipped cream with chocolate sauce drizzle, just like how you like it." No answer.

The police officer signs, leaning his aging body against the wall closest to the door, his voice somber as his thumb rubs the warm edge of the mug in hand, "Look, I know you're upset and you don't have to tell me what's wrong if you really don't want to...but we're worried about you..."

". . .Jennifer said I was gross..." "Huh? Jennifer? The Champbell girl?" After some years of little Rose's growing, she starting playing basketball just as well as her dear daddy, to the point she joint her school team earlier this year, and she always looked up to this one girl named Jennifer. Weird she said something so harsh suddenly...

The door knob jiggled. The door clicked softly. Soon, the red disappeared as the door creaked open to show the tear swollen red face of the crying tween who sniffs, still dressed in the orange basketball uniform from her club and her scrunchie has long since been abandoned and leaving her ginger licks a mess.

Ace's heart broke looking at her. "Oh...sweet heart..." He accepted the rush she had to his arms, allowing the snot and tears to stain his button up shirt as she buries her face into his chest and sniffled. "S-She said... people who don't have moms can't possibly be in touch with their emotions... that I was a freak cause I don't see the issue..." Ace's veins felt like their were on fire hearing it. He can handle some homophobic shit, he knows his husband's biological family and has dealt with some stuff back when he was a student, but he can't stand someone being so cruel to his daughter over something like if two men were in love!

Yeah, Riddle deserves to handle this with the school board once he gets home He thought, but for now he rubs his daughter's shaking back as she cries.

This is another piece for the @ridoaceweek challenge, I was gonna write more stuff related to a lot of moments of Rose's childhood but decided last second to just do two stories and save some of those ideas for the later works.

[lovaboy]

muriel and crowley snippets bc i've been thinking abt them all dayyy and i need to put these out somewhere even if it's not in their full form 😵‍💫

“I only ask ‘cause, you know, we don’t technically need to sleep, but I’ve been reading a lot and typically humans sleep in actual beds, and certainly not cars because cars are uncomfortable.” They speak with a manner of certainty that comes with experience, except they have none; they’ve never been inside The Bentley, Crowley won’t allow it - Heaven definitely wouldn’t allow it. But people in books don’t sleep in cars, they sleep in beds. Logically, real life should follow suit.

Ah. Crowley’s raising an eyebrow expectantly at them from behind his glasses. Perhaps they should wrap it up.

“I was just curious is all.” Muriel rocks up onto the tops of their feet, then back onto the heels. “If you’re going to sleep anywhere, why sleep in a vehicle?”

Crowley dumps the books into Muriel’s arms unceremoniously - as they struggle to keep from dropping any, surprised by the sudden weight, Crowley grits out, “Haven’t got anywhere else to go, have I?”

Muriel, hat askew and arms full, spares the briefest of glances at the way Crowley’s shoulders are up around pointed ears as he stalks off towards another disorganized bookshelf, and wonders what they’re meant to say to that, if anything at all.

· ───── ·𓏢·♆· ───── ·

“I mean, look at you. Standing all stiff like you’re tied to a stake. Would it kill you to slouch?”

As if illustrating his point, he lets his own posture relax a little more, shoulders slumping, back bending, head lolling slightly to one side and shifting his weight onto one foot. 

Muriel watches him closely. Their brows furrow, a timid look passing across their face.

“That isn’t what we were taught-”

“Oh, fuck what you were taught,” Crowley interrupts, resisting the urge to roll his eyes as Muriel gasps at his swear - with their wide eyes and the hands hovering over their mouth, they almost remind him of Aziraphale the first time Crowley swore in front of him.

He squashes that thought like a bug under his snakeskin heel.

· ───── ·𓏢·♆· ───── ·

The pot housing the snake plant is one of the typical clay pots shopkeeps love to push upon first-time plant parents. It’s littered with meticulously painted-on drawings of various types of flowers (daisies, yellow roses, pink tulips, mums, sunflowers, yellow daffodils - lots of yellow here, what is it with angels and the color yellow?)

Still, he has to admit it’s quite impressive to fit so many flowers on such a small pot while retaining the fact that they are, indeed, flowers, and not just messy splotches of color. Seems Muriel has the same artistic talent as Aziraphale.

The plant itself is doing well - its leaves are a lovely green, their edges the color of vanilla cream, and not a spot can be seen among them as they stretch towards the sky. The soil is slightly damp as if it had just recently been watered.

Tucked securely into the soil so as to not blow away on the wind is a folded square of paper with Mr. Crowley written on it in curly blue-inked font.

[writerleo86]

Terravenger Season 6 - The Agents of Light Arc - Episode 512 (Do Not Copy) - 02.08.2024

Inside a large bedroom somewhere on Planet Terravenger, a figure sat on the ground by the left side of a large bed.

The individual was revealed as the teenaged boy with pale skin, light-blue eyes, wavy blond hair, and a slender body. He wore a white T-shirt, white pants, and long light-blue socks.

As he rose from the ground, the doors slowly opened. The boy gave a large smile once he discovered who came into the room. The wizard called Merlin wore a collared black shirt with long sleeves, black pants, black socks, and short blue boots. He also wore a buttoned long dark-blue coat. And he had on a pair of thick black glasses that had black lenses.

The boy hurried to him as he happily cried "Mr. Merlin! You returned!"

The kind Merlin held the boy in his arms and responded "Of course I would come back I promised that I would."

"Did you complete your mission for Master Mephisto?" asked the boy.

Merlin told him "My mission had ended earlier than expected. The master summoned me back immediately for another mission however."

"Another mission?" repeated the boy.

"Yes," answered Merlin. "But this mission... The master has appointed me as your escort. I was ordered to accompany you to a new place of the master's choosing."

"You are really taking me out with you?" asked the boy.

"We are to head out immediately," replied Merlin. "Gather your things. The master wishes for this move to happen quickly."

"Okay Mr. Merlin," said the boy. "I'll get ready. Then we'll head out."

    During that evening, the quiet Merlin had walked through a long hallway that was made of white-marbled walls and a long sapphire-colored carpet.

Earlier that day, Merlin had sat on a tall chair at the end of a large hall that was surrounded by two large statues of goddesses. And another individual walked into the far side of the hall.

The beautiful but wicked woman called Aika asked in a soft voice "What are the commands of our grand lord?"

The emotionless Merlin ordered "You will go to Midas City. You are to find his vessel. And you will bring the vessel here in order to begin our preparations."

    Merlin soon heard the voice of a young boy telling him "I... I love you so much, Mr. Merlin."

    Then he calmly said "I wish he didn't order me to do this."

    He continued to walk forward as his hands remained in the pockets of his long coat until he found himself standing at a closed door that was made of white wood.

    Merlin lowered his head as he thought to himself "I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me."

    After he flicked two fingers from his right hand, the door quickly opened. Merlin finally walked through the door and found himself inside a large bedroom that was colored black. Hanging from each wall was one small square of glass that had a lit candle inside.

    Merlin looked forward and found someone sitting at a small black desk that remained at the right side of a large bed. The person appeared as a young man with blue eyes, fair skin, and an angelic face. He had blond hair that was long and curly. And he was well-built. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt along with long black pants, black socks, and slip-on black shoes.

    The calm Merlin informed him "Lord Mephistopheles.... He has an order that you must carry out."

    "I am to capture the Vessel," answered the man.

    Merlin implied "You must have read my mind once I opened the door once again."

    "Sorry about that," said the man.

    "It's alright," Merlin told him. "Then you already know the situation."

    The man faced Merlin and asked "Am I only a tool to him? To Lord Mephistopheles?"

    An emotionless Merlin lowered his head as the man rose from his black chair. After that, the man walked toward the wizard. He grabbed the right hand of Merlin with his left hand.

    Then the man gave a soft smile and answered "It's alright Mr. Merlin. I am ready. I will help him by bringing his vessel to him."

    Merlin stared at the young man once again and gave a kind smile.

    "We have our orders," claimed the man. "And we must follow them. Lord Mephistopheles must have the Vessel at all costs."

    Merlin finally shook his head and replied "I am glad you understand fully."

    The emotionless man shook his head and said "I can do this, Mr. Merlin."

Terravenger -- Season 6

Episode 512:  Two Students Battle At a Forest Background

    During the next morning, many students and staff members all sat on the large benches at both sides of the Midas Academy's Training Room. The school's coach Bryan Chaolan stood at the left side of the room's center.

    Bryan had on a black T-shirt with a short golden sleeve at the left side while the right side was black. He wore a pair of pants made of greenish-brown snakeskin with a thick black belt around his waist. Around his left thigh was his black holster which carried his small gun. He also had on a pair of black shoes without laces. And his MAF badge remained on the front left side of his shirt.

    He along with the audience had stared at the right side of the room as someone walked in from the doors.

    The person was the young male student with fair skin, a slender body, and shaggy dark-brown hair. He had pointy ears with a patch of dark hair on each top. Each of his eyes had a yellow sclera, a light-green iris, and pointy black pupils. He wore a sleeveless white shirt with four black claw-marks on the front's center. He had a thick white brace around each elbow with a white pad. He also had on a pair of light-blue shorts with the outer side light-purple. A white brace protected each knee. He wore a pair of white socks along with white shoes that had tied purple laces. And his MAF badge was placed on the front left side of his shirt.

    As he walked toward the center, the excited boy waved using both hands. He soon found a small group of young girls cheering from the second row of the benches at his right side. And he gave his thumbs up.

    Then Bryan and the audience spotted another person walking from the doors at the left side. This next one was the student called Raj. He wore a sleeveless black shirt with a large white hook printed on the center of the chest area. He had on his black gauntlets that covered his wrists and ankles. He had on a pair of baggy brown pants with a thin black belt. On each side of his waist was a small light-brown compartment shaped as a cylinder. He also had his MAF badge placed on the front left side of his shirt. And he wore his blue visor covering his eyes.

    Once each warrior stood at each side of the battlefield, Bryan faced forward and made his announcement.

    "Alright everyone! This will be a good ole-fashioned fight until either someone is knocked out or gives up voluntarily!"

    First, the coach pointed his right finger at the student standing at the right side.

    He announced "From Sun City on Planet Marinear Bay! This is Kitt Essmay!"

    Next, Bryan pointed his left finger at the other student who remained at the left side of the battlefield.

    "And from India on Planet Earth! This is Raj!"

    And the audience began cheering for both students.

    Inside the large room at the bottom of the Academy, the remaining nine technicians sat at their computers which were all on the long table in front of them. Meanwhile, two more people stood behind the team.

    One of them who stood at the left side was the head-engineer, Seven of Nine. He wore a pale-green shirt with a thin collar and long sleeves. He had on brown pants with a long pocket on each side and black shoes that had brown at the center. Silver was also at the front part of each shoe. He also wore an opened dark-brown coat that had long sleeves. And his MAF badge remained on the front left side of his shirt.

    The other was the regal lieutenant, Victoria Sidney. She had on black eyeliner and red lipstick. And her long blond hair remained down. She wore a brown outfit with long sleeves that revealed her shoulders. Short brown bottoms were attached to the top of her outfit. She wore a long golden coat with long red sleeves and a thick red collar. And she wore a pair of long red leggings which were attached to black chaps protecting her toes.

    Victoria who had her arms folded before her had ordered Seven "You may proceed with the imagery of the battlefield."

    And Seven of Nine told his team "Bring forth Act 109!"

    "Yes sir!" called the female technician at the far left side.

    That technician began typing on her keyboard which made the entire area of the training room change. The room became the outdoors that had a grassy ground. Tall trees stood around the entire area. And there was a evening sky above the field.

    Then Bryan spread his arms apart and yelled "Begin!"

    And the battle between the two students began.

    First, claws came out from his fingers as fangs were among Kitt's teeth. And he rushed toward his focused opponent.

    Raj threw his arms forward as Kitt ran closer. A small gun lifted from each of his gauntlets. A barrage of bullets began firing from his guns. And Kitt jumped into the air in order to dodge his opponent's assault.

    Next, Raj rose his fists as he continued to fire his bullets. Kitt moved himself as if he was a four-legged animal in the air to dodge the bullets. Once he hurried to the other side, Kitt dived to the back of his opponent.

    "So," implied Raj. "He's one of them?"

    Raj soon fired a small rocket from his right gauntlet into the grassy ground which lifted him into the air. As his opponent landed on the spot he stood, Raj floated in the air as he aimed his right fist at Kitt.

    Then Raj gave a large grin and yelled "Let's see what you can do with this!"

[erineverly]

“i think so, too,” the curly-haired brunette agrees with a small smile, memorizing the three words that she’ll try to live by from now on: consideration, communication, commitment. “hey, speaking of marriage books, you never actually finished reading the blue one to me. i think we only got to chapter four or five. when you feel better, we’ll have to pick up where we left off.” it’s the simple things that she’s missed the most. those nights when she’d curl up beside him in bed and listen to his voice until she drifted off to sleep, those evening when he’d rest his head on her lap and read to her for hours, her fingers toying with his hair, tv muted but still on in the background. “thank you, axl.” for always believing in her, for loving her despite her flaws, for taking her back tonight, letting her come home. “i could say the same thing about you, you know?” she whispers, exhaling and letting all of her worries evaporate when his colorful arms curl around her petite frame and he presses his cheek to her dark ringlets. she closes her eyes and just breathes him in, relishing the feel of being held. she doesn’t care if he smells a bit different now, all that matters is the sound of his beating heart thrumming through her. oh, how she loves this sound! “i’ll always love you because…” her cold fingers slip underneath the soft fabric of his unbuttoned shirt, skim over his sides… god, she could count his ribs. they only stop somewhere in the middle of his spine, drawing a couple of small hearts along the bumps there. “you’re the one who taught me everything i know about love. you’re my first real kiss, my first real date, my best friend, my husband. you’re sweet and good and precious, too. you really are. you’re my whole world and i’ll do whatever it takes to save this marriage, whether it’s therapy or, i don’t know, swallowing glass,” she assures with a faint chuckle, resting her hands on his hips momentarily before letting go.  

“yeah, that’s how it came off, but i said plenty of insensitive things, too.” a heavy sigh escapes her lips, and she offers the other an apologetic smile. “people tend to do that when they’re going through difficult times. it’s easy to be considerate of the other person’s feelings and think things through when everything’s okay and everyone’s happy. it doesn’t work this way when our emotions get the best of us, and — oh, gosh.” she has to pause as cold, damp wind swirls into the room, causing the drapes to billow noisily. she quickly closes one of the windows and makes sure the other doesn’t stay open all the way. “i should have known you had good intentions when you suggested that, but i guess i was… i genuinely don’t think you could have gotten through to me no matter what you said.” it’s the conversation that she’d been dreading and felt so very anxious about, but now she’s glad that they’re discussing the so called elephant in the room. it’s such a relief to know that they’re on the same page, that he’s willing to wait, put his dreams aside for a while and let her heal. if this doesn’t prove how much he loves her, she doesn’t know what does. “yeah, that’s exactly what we’ll do. we’ll work on ourselves and our marriage first.” it sounds like such a nice plan. then, once they’ve got everything figured out, they’ll start thinking about seeing a doctor and trying again, but for now they’ll focus on their relationship. “funny you say that… a few days ago, i had an argument with my sister because she said something along those lines of how everything happens for a reason and maybe it’s for the better. i got so upset and hurt, but — yeah, you’re probably right,” she says in a weak voice, shrugging because it’s a hard pill to swallow. deep down, she knows that neither of them was ready for a baby, that she probably would have been a terrible mother and put their little shiloh or willow through hell just like he said. and yet it’s still so hard to accept it. “being mrs rose is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” long lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she closes her eyes, basking in the sweetness of his kiss. there’s something about forehead kisses that always gives her butterflies and makes her feel so loved, safe and taken care of. “hey, don’t sound so surprised. of course, nobody would cast you to play rocky balboa and you probably couldn’t compete with arnold schwarzenegger for the role of terminator in this state,” she almost tells him that he could maybe get a cameo as a homeless man in that movie, but bites her tongue. she doesn’t want to cross any lines with these jokes and hurt his feelings. consideration. “but you always look so handsome. you could play young james dean in some documentary about him.” they look nothing alike, but they both have that special something that most people don’t. it’s these eyes, she thinks, these hypnotizing eyes. “well, duh, she has to warm them somehow. it’s not her fault that you’re like a portable heater,” she says with a giggle, not even trying to hide her plans. it’s what she always does when she’s cold — puts her feet on him. 

“don’t worry, i know exactly what you mean.” after the break up, she first found herself at some random motel but eventually ended up going home to her mother. venetia cooked all her favorite meals to make her feel better and most of them stayed untouched, rotting away in her room until the blonde took them out or erin flushed them down the toilet to ease her mother’s mind. “when your life’s falling apart, eating is the last thing on your mind, but i’m glad you’ve been trying,” she says honestly, standing by the window with a hand on the drapes, ready to pretend that she’s fixing them if he turns around, but she’s really just watching him like a hawk. she’ll most likely always feel uneasy and paranoid, seeing him with a gun in hand. “alright, i’ll figure something out. early breakfast for my favorite boy comin’ right up.” there’s a hint of excitement in her voice, the mere prospect of cooking something for him again has her feeling giddy. “oh, my goodness… i was just trying to figure out what day it is. that’s tomorrow? tomorrow’s christmas eve? really? yeah, we have to — axl! we don’t even have a christmas tree!” it’s their very first christmas in this house so there’s not a single box of decorations just sitting somewhere in the attic. they have no stockings, no lights, no ornaments. funny how back in september she was so excited to decorate their brand new house for all holidays that she donated most of their old decorations, the ones they used to deck their condo with, and then after halloween, she lost the desire to even think about holidays. she knows it won’t be easy to celebrate without their baby, but they have to try. it’s what shiloh or willow would want. “yeah, no, we can’t just skip christmas. well, we got a plan then. we’re going shopping tomorrow, food and decorations,” she decides, shaking her head because how could she forget about her favorite holiday? “this is my favorite pinky promise.” giggling when his large hand engulfs her small one, she can’t help but think it’s one of the most adorable things ever. she already knows it will stick and this is how they’ll pinky promise from now on — he’ll just wrap his entire hand around hers. “guess i have to ask santa for a pair of huge granny panties so i’ll be able to carry this plan out,” she jokes, chuckling but shaking her head at the thought. she’s so relieved to see him come out of the closet without his gun that she can’t help but throw her arms around him once more and kiss his cheek. “yeah, sure, of course.” he doesn’t really have to ask for permission, but she appreciates his thoughtfulness. a small smile blooming on her lips. “here, let me grab your ashtray and lighter for you.” she spots both items on the nightstand, picks them up and carries them to the bathroom where he’s already waiting for her. she sits the ashtray on the counter beside the sink and hands the lighter to her husband. “welcome to erin’s spa & wellness resort! i usually don’t let anyone smoke in here, but… you’re my favorite, mr rose,” she chirps, rolling up the sleeves of her sweatshirt to keep them from accidentally getting wet. “just please make sure to use this ashtray, okay? don’t set my business on fire.” she’s never been a fan of this habit of his, but at the same time knows that it’s something that helps him relax and for once doesn’t lecture him on all the side effects of smoking. instead, she turns around, plugs the drain and turns the water on. she makes sure it’s warm, but not too hot, before picking up a bottle of his shower gel and pouring a generous amount into the tub. a thick layer of bubbles quickly appears on the surface and the room fills with steam and masculine fragrances with notes of citrus, cocoa, and sandalwood. “would you like to pick your own bath bomb or should i take care of it?” she inquires with a smile, getting in character just to amuse the other. 

“that’s true, those are some wise words. that’s what all those marriage books i’ve flipped through like to emphasize on, too. it’s definitely the truth.” it’s what makes the marriage continue rolling rather than coming to an abrupt stop and failure. “because i do, because you’re the first person to show me love. you’re a sweet and precious soul outside of the parts you aren’t proud of.” outside of the parts of himself he isn’t proud of, he knows he’s got his good parts too. so it’s not like he can hold those things against her like some hypocrite. “of course honey, i wanna make it right with you and keep growin’ together. so it comes to the point where you gotta do whatever it takes.” he eagerly wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, pressing her into his chest and resting his cheek on her head.

“yeah, back weeks ago it was just a suggestion and a way i thought it’d give us more hope. but i see the way it came off— like i was bein’ insensitive and bein’ pushy and not givin’ you time to heal from it.” he nods and frowns at the idea, rubbing his hands up and down her back before she’s first to pull away. “we can take this time connecting and growing now, at least. i have a feeling all we would’ve end up doing is dragging our child through hell.” if they hadn’t lost it which is sad and terrible to say, but it probably happened for a reason. “mmhm. i missed havin’ a wife to call mrs rose.” he leans in and kisses her forehead. “a movie star?” raspy voice chimes in surprise, he has no idea what he reminds her of a movie star for but he’ll take it either way even if it is funny. “she’ll put her cold white feet on me is what she’ll do.” he answers, it comes out so randomly and breaks all the tension of the lingering sadness he can’t help but chuckle.

“yeah it’s hard finding the will to eat through all of— that.” he mumbles, trailing off with his words. “i haven’t thought about it but now that i am…anything really. maybe we can have a christmas dinner after all. we could go get the food tomorrow just in time for christmas eve.” that’d be nice, a big delicious dinner filling his stomach right about now. “i know, it sounds exactly like us so that’s why i’m taking it.” exactly why. “i always know what you’re thinkin’, come on. and i pinky promise.” he wraps his entire free hand around hers, squeezing it. then turns and walks into the large open closet, flips the light on and walks to where the gun case sits. “then you’d have to hide the big long guns with it in your panties.” he flatly jokes, opening the door on the case and sitting the gun into an compartment next to an old gun and along with the four shot guns. he loves guns and likes collecting them, even if sometimes they aren’t deemed safe with his mental stability. “yeah i better hurry before the place closes.” he chuckles, closing and locking the door back then quickly walking out of the walk in closet while leaving the light on. he strides to the bathroom next, turning that light on next and feeling the chill of the bathroom creep up on his skin which is what he doesn’t like. “is it alright if i have a smoke?” he questions erin, suddenly deciding he wants one.

[seething-fire]

How I think the Sanders Sides would look if they were real

Warnings: mentions of weapons, but only as tattoos 

Logan: 

Tall boi, like 6’2 (187 cm)

He’s pretty pale, like could get a sunburn anytime, anywhere, kind of pale

His hair is naturally curly and blond, but he colors it brown because he got tired of all the blond jokes 

I don’t really know how to describe the length, but all of it covers his ears, but doesn’t quite hit his jaw

He has acne scars on his cheeks and along his jawline 

When he has more than two days off, he lets his beard grow (but not because he’s ashamed of his scars, he just likes having a beard) 

Some freckles around his nose 

DIMPLES

Stocky

He doesn’t lift weights, but he’s just a solid guy, ya know? 

Has been asked if he’s a football (American football) player because of his build 

Light blue eyes

Only wears square glasses 

Immediately puts on some kind of woven bracelet when he gets home 

When he’s not at work or school, he wears those gray sweatpants you know what I’m talking about 

Only has about a million shirts with science and space puns on them 

Has a pair of fluffy slippers that he loves 

Patton:

He’s just a bit shorter than Logan and Virgil, so he’s 5’9 (175 cm) 

His skin is gorgeous, a rich tawny shade

Dark wavy hair that almost reaches his shoulders

He’s kind of lanky; he’s thin and has long legs 

Brown eyes (He likes to describe them as a “cocoa” shade because of his love for chocolate lol) 

Has faint smile lines because he smiles so much 

Has a slit in one of his eyebrows (not on purpose; gardening accident)

Likes to wear glasses in fun shapes or circles 

When he’s at home by himself, he’s sporting the cat hoodie and boxers we all know this man doesn't wear pants if not necessary 

He also loves socks with cute designs, so whenever he’s with his friends, he shows them off

Loves rings, especially ones that have hearts, or some other kind of shape/pattern 

Paints his nails a new color every week 

Tiny pride flag tattooed on his thigh

Enjoys experimenting with makeup, so he wears eyeshadow and lipstick sometimes

Roman: 

He’s 5’7 (170 cm) 

His skin is a warm sepia

His hair is pretty short, but long enough to make a quiff (yes, that’s how he wears his hair)

Currently it’s the natural color, but before he cut it, it was blue 

As far as his body goes, he’s muscular 

He could be considered ripped

Wears smaller shirts than he needs to so he can show off his muscles (think Steve Rogers)

Deep brown eyes

He has a small scar on his right cheek (He’s learning to love it)

*Loves* tattoos, so he has a few small ones 

There’s a sword behind his ear

A crown on his shoulder 

A rose on the inside of his right wrist 

And a Disney quote along his left forearm 

He thinks of himself as a art museum and those are his tiny pieces of art

He lounges around the house in a muscle tank and athletic shorts 

Paints his nails with Patton 

Virgil: 

Another tall boi; he’s 6’1 (185 cm) 

He has dark brown skin 

Bright purple fade, and you cannot change my mind (he loved the purple hair on Thomas)

The top is a bit long and very curly (He has 4C curls)

Hazel eyes 

He’s chubby and has a cute belly 

He’s got a little bit of extra fat on the sides of his lower rib cage, so when he’s home alone, he goes shirtless so he can see it all 

He really adores the way piercings look, so he has a couple 

A bar in one of his ears

An eyebrow piercing 

And a lip ring 

He also likes tattoos He and Roman may or may not get theirs done together 

But Virgil is covered in them 

He’s got some music related ones (you know one of them has to do with MCR) 

A few small skulls here and there, spider webs on the skin in between his fingers 

Things that symbolize mental health struggles 

Jack Skellington ;) 

And just a few random ones (a very small goldfish on his ankle) 

He just wears boxers when he’s by himself so he can see all the art all over his body 

But when there are other people around, he wears band t shirts and pajama bottoms 

Janus: 

Short king; 5’6 (167 cm) 

His skin can be described as terra cotta, almost 

Long, dark hair

He puts in a bun when he wears his hat

Has a similar build to Logan, but he’s shorter, so it looks different on him 

His shoulders are broad, and his legs are on the shorter side 

Has been described as “solid”

His eyes are a stunning deep deep brown 

Also has dimples 

May or may not have acrylics 

He likes to get snakes painted on them 

Permanent dark circles under his eyes 

Tongue piercing 

We know he can ROCK a skirt, so he wears them a lot

But when he’s by himself, he wears a fluffy white robe, no matter the weather 

Because of the aesthetic, obviously 

He also saves his money for designer jewelry, so over the years, he’s slowly acquired a nice collection of expensive stuff that he wears all the time 

Remus:

Somehow much taller than Roman; 6’0 (182 cm)

Like his brother, he has the same beautiful skin tone

He has a curly mullet (his hair is naturally straight, but he got a perm) 

It’s shaved on the sides 

Has two slits in both eyebrows 

And dark brown eyes like his twin  

He’s the thinnest out of everyone

Has a couple face tattoos and piercings 

Septum piercing, snake bites, eyebrow piercing 

A tiny garbage can tattoo on his temple 

“pull the lever” across his jawline (yes, it’s an Emperor’s New Groove reference)

He also thought it sounded metal as hell

A dagger on his neck 

And a small “x” under his eye 

Always wearing eyeliner and black nail polish 

Wears punk clothes 

Even in his down time 

Chains, patches, safety pins, diy clothes, all of it 

HUGE platform boots 

Still hasn’t taken his hospital bracelet off since the last time he was there 

[glowinggator]

Short, Curly Haired! S/O

Request: If you don’t mind, could the reader have messy curly hair? ( like short messy curly hair? I totally don’t want to buzz in your work/ bother your creative process so if you dont want to do it it’s fine!! 💕 )

Characters: All! Separate, Non-Poly. (Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, April O’Neil.) 

Content Warnings: None! 

Word Count: 1021

Raphael

Short curly hair… he’s so in love. 2B to 4C, it’s all gorgeous to him!

If you’re okay with having your hair touched, he’s a king at detangling. His fingers work apart the little knots and tangles so gently, you hardly even realize he’s there. It’s relaxing.

Loves putting little spring beauties, virginia roses, and starflowers in your hair.

Curly hair & glasses pair so well together… if you ever include glasses into your aesthetic, he’s gonna MELT.

Entranced by the life and bounce of your hair.

Really impressed by the amount of time and care that goes into maintaining curly hair!!

He’s pretty good about packing umbrellas! New York rains all the time, which sucks if your hair frizzes in the rain. It’s nice to walk cuddled up to him, rain tapping rhythmically on the umbrella.

Literally the king of beanies. Do it, steal them. (He thinks it's the cutest thing ever, too. He can’t help but lean down to give you a kiss when he catches you.)

Leonardo

Curly hair is so pretty to him, and short hair has a very special spot in his heart, so short AND curly hair? He’s about to propose.

He’s actually pretty okay at detangling! He knows when he’s not gonna be able to get one and just leaves it alone. Great to fall asleep to, not so great if you actually want to go somewhere.

This man has the memory of a GOD. He knows your hair care routine forwards and backwards, and he likes to help :) He also likes to draw little cat ears on your products. It makes you giggle.

He likes to rest his head on yours doing movie night.

He loves to swim so much… godspeed with your hair, babe. He promises not to tease you if your hair gets frizzy.

He’ll carry an umbrella for you for the rain. New York is so rainy… rip frizzies.

We all know he’s jokes for everything. Any time, any place. It’s your choice on whether you have to beat him to death with a pillow.

“Hey, could you pass me the salt?” “What? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the…. volume of your hair.”

Humble him by smacking him with the nearest pillow <3

Donatello

God, you’re so pretty. Short, messy, naturally curly hair is literally his ideal type.

Also god FINALLY an excuse to buy silk satin pillowcases. He’s been wanting them for ages, he just hasn’t actually bought them. He’s 100% using this as an excuse. Even if you don’t use satin pillowcases yourself, he’s getting them damn it.

King of detangling. Need I say more?

Tech bo has a built-in umbrella! God is Real and she’s in New York tonight <3

He’s somewhat aware of the amount of love and care that goes into maintaining curly hair. He’s heard April talk about the trials of having coily hair - from maintenance to weird people who think it’s their right to touch other people (ew) - he’s heard it all. (She has around 3C-4A hair.) So while he doesn’t have the experience of having curly hair himself, he’s got a healthy respect and admiration for it. He memorizes the products and routines you do, and sees if there’s any way to automate your routine or make it easier.

He’s good at striking a balance in coloring curly hair! If you ever want help with coloring your hair, he’s the turtle to go to. Great at mixing chemicals to lighten your hair without damaging your hair. He’s also got a great eye for color.

He’s not one to put flowers in your hair himself, but he thinks they’re really pretty. And to be fair… it’s such a look. He’ll also short-circuit if you ever incorporate glasses into your aesthetic. (His biggest weakness </3)

Michelangelo

He’s in LOVE.

King of the flower crowns. If he was allowed inside Trader Joes, you know he’d be buying out their flower section so he could fashion them into crowns for you. But uh… we know about The Situation. And Dad said no more breaking into stores </3

So he likes to pick wild flowers instead!! (He’s most partial to Swamp Azalea, Goldenaster, Butterfly Weed, and Beachrod crowns! On road trips, he spends a lot of time picking flowers for you. He’s so cute.)

Always forgets his umbrella </3 He’ll give you his jacket though. Dork.

He’s pretty good at coloring curly hair! If you can figure out how to lighten it, he knows how to color it. He’s got a great idea of how the color will show up, and he knows how to pick the perfect shade.

King of butterfly clips and bobby pins.

In love with the way your hair bounces. He may or may not have a couple pages in his Commonplace Journal dedicated to poetry about you.

April O’Neil

CURLY HAIR SOLIDARITY

Depending on how coily your hair is, how dry it is, what the texture is, etc. She might have some styling tips! She loves how short your hair is, too.

Your guys’ bathroom is so stocked </3

Interested in knowing your routine! She’s down to share hers as well, if you ever want to try something new. She also wants to know about your history with your hair, if you’re fine with talking about it. Natural hair is something to be proud of, and growing up curly ain’t always easy.

She genuinely has no idea how to bleach & dye curly hair </3 If you ever want to try it though, she’d love to try it with you! (She REALLY wants neon green tips, or maybe an ombre…)

Local beanie thief! She’s gonna steal ‘em all. (But gladly welcomes you doing the same, lmao.)

Goddess at detangling! She’s gentle and fast as hell. It’s really easy to fall asleep in her arms like that.

The humidity of NY is AWFUL. Y’all can suffer together, though. Rain doesn’t bother her all too much, but she’s always gonna pack an umbrella for you.

Loves buying flower bouquets for you. When she walks in with them, she always has one smaller, cut flower to tuck behind your ear.

She has a strong love for poetry, and she often writes about you. 

[ @whygz I hope this turned out okay!! :D]

[binniesthighs]

hello stranger | reader x changbin |

a/n: hehe hello cuties, before i get to the chapter, I just wanted to say thank you so much for all of the support and lovely messages you that you sent to me for the last chapter. as I said, it was one that was super personal to me and for it to be so relatable and emotional for you all makes my heart feel so, so full. these themes are going to continue, so please read the warnings cuties. as always, thank you so very much for reading my stories <3 

Part 6 

Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, female reader x han jisung 

Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, smut, angst 

Tags: (of this part) college au, rapper!changbin, rapper!jisung, establishedfwb!jisung, artist!reader, skz side characters, bestfriend!chan, bestfriend!felix, roommate!minho, explicit language, HARD fluff to HARD angst, some sensual-azz fuckin’ (muhaha), unprotected sex (stay safe cuties!), lil bit of breath play, nipple play (f), cumshot, mentions of food, changbin has a cute butt (that’s the tweet) 

CWs: aftereffects of traumatic experiences, mentions of past toxic relationship, self sabotaging tendencies 

Word count: 6.6k (remember when i said i wasn’t gonna write long chapters? wellllll...ooP)  

Chapters 

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7

When you were back in high school, before you knew a thing about what love was, your Art teacher had given you an assignment: what do you think that love looks like? At first, all you had really known love to be was the kind that you shared with your friends and your parents, and maybe with your family dog. You had read about love in your favorite books and seen it in your favorite movies, but you had never really considered what it looked like. Obviously, the assignment was all up for you to decide, but there being a million and one things that you considered love to be, to put it to paper with your own hand was something different entirely. 

At first, when you thought of love, you thought of the typical: hearts, hugs, the colors red and pink. But, this was too simple. 

“What are you drawing?” You had sneakily whispered to your classmate. 

She shrugged, and continued scratching away at her sketchbook. You had peeked to see what she was putting together, and for her, she had started to draw what looked like a house on the edge of a lake. The house was in the middle of nowhere and it was surrounded by trees of all different kinds and there was a single bench that sat at the edge of the water. 

You figured, love can be a place, so you started drawing that. 

Your pencil swiped over the paper in strokes big and small, and the lead rubbed off on the side of your pinky as you outlined the corners of your apartment building. 

You thought, I love the people who live here, therefore, this must be love. 

It made sense. People and places could make up love. 

When you turned in your drawing of your apartment building you were surprised to see the variety of other paintings and drawings that the other students had turned in. One student had turned in a whole piece that had been drawn with oil pastel. It was a jumbling of colors: mostly red, as you had expected, but it also held streaks of gold, black and teal. You remember your teacher really liking that one. 

Today, if you would’ve gotten that assignment, it would’ve been completely different. 

It was a sunny afternoon when you sat at your easel with your pencil in hand. Drawing out the mere outline and rough draft, tears welled in your eyes. A long time ago you had promised yourself that if your art didn’t mean anything, what even was it?

The sun filled your room in the golden hour of the day best it could from your frosted glass window. The warmth that the rays held made your whole body swell with a warmth, and it gave your shaking arms the power to keep going. 

You brushed lightly over the rough canvas with your pencil, tracing out the lines as if they were the very memories that you had kept painted in your mind. 

You drew a snowy night, not much unlike the ones that you had been seeing recently. You drew an empty alley, not lit by much light. You drew the way that the oil slicked in potholes mixed with the snow. You planned out the way that the industry of the city lit his back as he stared out into that dark expanse where you knew that darker figures were hiding. You drew him. You drew him on that exact same night that you had fist seen him: a dark outline, who would become full of color. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“What’s that?” 

Changbin pointed to your easel with a sheet draped over it. 

“A surprise.” You answered. “I know that I’m not good with surprises, but, are you?” 

“I don’t mind them.” He chuckled. “For me?” 

“Mmhm. Its not ready yet so you’ll have to wait.” 

“I’m fine with waiting.” He sighed out. 

You nuzzled closer into his bare chest, right up to his heartbeat. Both of you were admittedly a bit dewy in your sweaty afterglow, but this was of no concern to you. These past few days, this had been your preferred way to drift off to sleep. Even on the occasional times when the both of you would be too busy to make the time, when you finally could see him, it was everything to you. In his large and muscled arms, there was no place else where you had felt safer. You too wrapped your whole being around him with a feeling so close it must’ve been unreal. If you could hear the muffled little rhythm of his heartbeat, you were sure that he could hear yours. 

“Soon, all this snow is gonna melt, and then I can take you to loads of other places. I’m just getting started.” Changbin’s airy breath tickled your scalp. 

“Really? Taking me to all the usual places?” You mocked. 

“No.” He said seriously. “I want to take you to places I haven’t taken anyone before. My secret places. I...you know...wouldn’t mind if you could draw them for me either.” 

You giggled, “Ever heard of taking a picture?” 

“Hey! It’s not the same.” 

“Fineee. Okay, okay. I’ll draw them for you.” Your fingertips traced down the muscles of his back. “Maybe I should start charging if you’re gonna keep being like this.” 

“You don’t do pro-bono?” He ran along with your joke. 

“If you ask nicely, maybe I’ll consider it.” 

He tsked, “Could you please draw for me?” 

You masked another adoring chuckle. “I do like it when you say please.” 

Everything about the one moment felt so sickly sweet, it was like you must’ve dreamt it up. In between the swaddling of sheets, you tried your best to enjoy the one moment: it was just enough to keep the doubtful whispers away. After all that he had done, said, all the pain that he had kissed away, or compliments he had hushed into your ear, the creeping feeling that you hardly deserved it all would rear it’s head time and again, even when you didn’t expect it to.

The two of you were quiet for a moment as you fell into the serenity of just existing together. After a while, you would narrow your focus best on the way that his breaths would rise and fall and the way this his body heat would melt into yours under the mess of sheets that neither of you bothered to fix. He would use his thumb to rub reassuring little strokes into the back of your neck where he had you. 

Your hand would fall down his arm, all the way down this wrist where his scar lived. Ever since you had noticed it, you couldn’t stop looking at it. Every time that you did, you were given a tangible reminder of everything that he had been, and was, to you. You rose the uneven skin to your lips to gift a little kiss to it. 

Changbin tried his best to hide his giddy smirk at the action. 

“Do you have to leave tonight?” You settled his arm around you once more. 

“No. Not tonight. But, for the next few days I don’t think I’ll be able to. They put me on the matinee shifts at the theater. I fucking hate those. No one comes in at all so it’s like I’m just sitting there.” 

“Wanna sneak me in some time this week? I should have a break.” 

“I would but...I’d prefer to keep that job. As much as I hate it.” 

“We could do something this Thursday? You aren’t busy on Thursdays as much right?” 

“Ahhhh I think so.” Changbin rolled the two of you over, allowing himself to lean over top of you. With a sly smirk he lowered his voice to say, “You know, my ribs really aren’t hurting as much any more.” 

“Oooh? Good to know.” You ruffled his curly strands. 

“I’m trying to say that I can go for another round if you would like to?” He bowed his head to kiss lightly into your neck and the fading love bites that he had put there himself. 

Your eyes wandered to your clock telling you that it was nearly 2 in the morning. If you had better judgement, you would’ve said no. But, these days, judgement wasn’t something that you took too seriously. 

He kissed down deeper, and pulled at your skin just in the way that he knew you liked it. Changbin knew the ins and outs of you perfectly, as well as exactly what to do send you quivering under him. All he had to do was press his body into yours so you could feel his weight, and it made you fold just for him. He followed his kisses up your jaw where he then lead them into your bottom lip and over every angle that your mouth would crave him. He often didn’t mean to do it intentionally, but between your parted mouths, his tongue would sneakily find yours, and he would slowly slide it against yours. 

“Do you want to?” He muttered between kisses. 

Under the covers, his hand cascaded down your side in a way that tickled slightly, but also made you shiver. 

He broke from his kiss to hold your eyes seriously. “We don’t have to.” 

“No, I want to.” You reached up to hold his sleepy and puffy face in your hands. 

Changbin said nothing more, but instead returned to weaving kisses back down your neck. Under your waist, you felt him angle up your hips higher and the heat of his tip teased at your entrance still slick with your arousal from before, and now renewed. He bowed his head down to your chest to pump himself with a few muffled grunts. After, he rose his head to hold your eyes with his own. The muscles on his arms flared where he held himself up, and those adorable little stretch marks in the corners of his arms moved with them. 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” 

You melted under his compliment. No matter who many times he had said it, you still weren’t use to it. 

“So are youuuu.” You said with a dreamy tone. One other thing that you had figured out about him was that returning such comments to him made him a flustered mess. It was utterly adorable for someone as stoic as him at times. 

“Psh.” He scoffed, then lowered his voice once again. “Beautiful how I fill you up sweetheart?” Changbin angled your waist up higher, then spread your thighs, finally pushing them into your body to tighten you. He aligned himself over you, then pushed himself in agonizingly slow. “Beautiful how I can fuck you so deep? How I can m-make you...” 

He had given up on talking, but rather thrust himself further into you with his shaking breaths and little “mmm’s” getting caught on his tongue. 

“B-Bin...fuck, f-feels s-so good--”

He pushed your legs up closer to your body, allowing himself greater access to graze your g-spot. Your busy fingers found their way around his back to claw all the way down. He still relished in taking his time with you, and would never rush fucking you--it was as if he had all the time in the world to unravel you. You returned around him, tightening has he fucked in and out with his own pace. After a while of doing the same, his hand crept around your neck to give you a couple choking squeezes that made you whimper out like a kitten. He would never keep it going for long however, but rather indulged himself in the way that your gasps would remind him of how good it all felt. After, Changbin dipped his thumb into your mouth to run the pad over your tongue. 

The tip of his teeth caught the skin of his lip which he bit into hard. 

“You feel so good baby. F-feels so good on my cock. It’s all for you angel.” 

An unrestrained groan escaped from your mouth as he continued and your orgasm pooled steadily. In and attempt to steady yourself you clawed back into your pillow supporting your head. 

He swiftly changed your position, taking both of his hands to turn you on your stomach. Without a pause he lead his swelling head back into your pussy where he kept on going at his favored slow pace. Your face smushed into the pillow with hips raised in the air. The fluffy fabric muffled your helpless moans. 

“Louder for me princess.” He growled. 

With one hand he arched over to tweak at your nipples with force: twisting and pulling, then he wet his hand with his own saliva to let your skin feel the cold and wet sensation. His other hand he used to reach around and rub circles into your clit. He was gentle at first, but worked your bud harder and faster. Your knees and legs shook the faster he rubbed, and you spilled your loudest and most unapologetic moans into the room that had risen in temperature. 

“Fuck...” He swore. Changbin allowed himself to quicken his pace inside of you. The action alone sent you spinning wildly into your orgasm: a tear of white hot heat that shook your whole body and turned your swollen bud into a sensitive mess under his fingers which did stop, even when when he knew that you had just cum all over them. The harder he pressed, the more wonderfully painful it felt, and you let your tears fall hot from your eyes to the sheet. You attempted to call out his name, but no words that left your mouth made sense. 

He turned your body once more, using brutish hands on your hips as he pulled you overtop of the sheets to fuck you into the bed once more with your sweating back stuck to the comforter. Your body shook with your orgasm still, and you needily brought his lips down to yours to kiss him with your thank you’s as he milked himself out in your tightening walls. 

Changbin was animalistic in the way that he finally let his hips snap over you, at last reaching his orgasm mere seconds after he had pulled out and jerked himself over you. Ribbons of his white cum came spilling out over your gasping chest and stomach and dripped lazily from his pink and flaring tip. He took in shallow inhales as he did, and kept rubbing until the very end and he had nothing more to give. Even as his hand dropped, you took his dick in your own hand to just twist lightly and ride out the last of his orgasm. He softened in your hand with eyes closed in his focus and came down. 

The combination of your lust held in the air for a few silent moments, then he collapsed back down next to you into a blushing and exhausted mess. His pink chest shook, and his soft heather eyes found you. 

“We should...probably take a shower right?” 

“Probably.” You grinned. 

Changbin leaned over to plant even more sugary sweet kisses on top of your lips. He always was one to admire his work, so he chuckled lightly seeing the way that he had properly covered you in his cum. 

“I can help you clean that off.” 

The bed shook and he rose to get you something to clean up. You wished that you could’ve moved to see him saunter around your room without a single piece of clothing on. It was no secret that he had one hell of a cute butt. 

Changbin helped you out of the bed, finding that your legs had started to shake and betray you a bit more harshly than you had intended. He ran the water for you both, inviting you in to take the task of cleaning you to himself. He took the suds in his own hands to brush them all over your body and took careful and gentle attention to the more sensitive parts of your body. He giggled a little at the way that even under the warm water, your nipples would still harden when he ghosted his fingers over them with soap. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” You scolded him. 

He took care of the little bruises on your neck and collarbones, giving them kisses under the clear stream of water as if he was healing them. After he was done, you did the same and cleaned out his hair with your shampoo. He always let out happy little groans when you would massage his scalp. He still had a couple scrapes on his face from a few weeks ago, so you kissed all of them too. 

Changbin’s favorite part was how he could mess up your hair with the towel afterword and make you look as ridiculous as possible. Of course, you would do the same. You would brush your teeth together, and dress somewhat all of the way back again. A while ago he decided keeping clothes at your place was a good idea, but you ended up wearing them more than he did. You blamed it on dirty laundry, but you really did just like the way that they would smell all tangled up in your blankets on your nights alone. 

With bare legs, you would tangle yourselves all up in eachother once more, and not even bother to look at what time it was then. 

As it had become his habit, before the two of you drifted to sleep, Changbin would kiss into your forehead “l love you. You know?” 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

Chocolatey goodness wafted up Felix’s nose, and he let out a happy little squeal. 

“~Thank youuu~” He beamed to the waitress. 

He took a careful sip not to burn his tongue, then turned his head to watch the way that the snow had started to flurry outside of the diner window. Minho flipped the pages of his book and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

“Whatcha reading?” Felix said with a little tap of his feet under the table. 

Rather than answering, Minho sighed out and closed his book. “Nothing now. If you’re gonna ask questions, then I’ll get distracted, so, nothing now.” 

“Oh. Sorry.” Felix frowned. 

Minho rolled his eyes, suddenly becoming exasperated over his new friend’s dramatic reaction. 

“It was something that I’m assigned to read for one of my classes. It’s about economics or something like that. I’m kind of just skimming; reading because I have to....” He took a sip of his coffee. “Y/n should be reading the same book considering that we are in the same class...but I haven’t even seen you with it yet.” 

You prodded at your plate of half eaten waffles. “About that...” 

“If you think that I’m gonna give you the SparkNotes you are sorely mistaken.” 

You writhed in your seat a bit like an upset toddler. “Come onnnnn, Minho, you know that I don’t have time for that, working at the library and such...”  

“--More like stealing my roommate from me. I hardly see him at our apartment anymore.” Minho made his remark with a type of snark, but knowing him, he was still just as sarcastic. 

“Yeah,” Felix piped up. “The three of us haven’t hung out in a while either!” 

“...Sorry, I’ve just been getting...caught up in things.” 

Minho cleared his throat. “I’m not saying that its a bad thing. It’s just something that I’ve noticed.” 

Felix nodded, “Me too! I’m really happy for you!! So is Chan, don’t get me wrong. We haven’t seen you so happy and like, not serious in such a long time. Really, I’m so so glad that you have someone like him for a boyfriend.” 

Your fork scratched your plate. “--Boyfriend?” 

“Yeah!” Felix beamed. “Isn’t that what he is?” 

Minho too held an expectant gaze. 

“I-I don’t think...we hadn’t really talked about what it is that we’re doing...or are.” 

“So you’re saying that he’s not your boyfriend?” Minho cocked his head in his confusion. “Well, you ask him and he’ll think that it’s a different story.” 

“H-he talks about me?” You sat up straighter. 

“Well, he hasn’t explicitly said anything, but the way that he never shuts the fuck up...” Minho suddenly became much more interested in his coffee. 

“What? You don’t want him to be your boyfriend?” Felix looked just as confused. 

In your hands, you crinkled up the napkin that you had resting on your lap. You hadn’t in fact, ever thought of such. Merely, you had thought that you loved him, and that you enjoyed being around him and that he had made you happy. Was it odd that the thought had never crossed your mind? 

“And he hasn’t said anything about it either?” Felix leaned in. To his side, Minho nudged his arm in the most non-obvious way possible. 

“...No?” 

Your heartbeat quickened in pace. 

“Af...after everything that happened back then? Didn’t you say that he like, confessed or something and you did the same? You’ve only been hanging out with eachother for weeks?” Felix pushed his cocoa away from himself to lay his hands flat on the table. 

“I...don’t think that we should press the issue.” Minho patted down the boy sitting next to him. 

It was the feeling that you had been avoiding for weeks: that kind of uncertainty and fear that you had pushed down so far after the night that it all came together, but you didn’t expect it to manifest like this. In your chest a knot tied itself together tightly and in a way that you couldn’t explain. 

“I...just like what's happening right now between us, I didn’t think that he would want--” 

Felix nudged Minho by the hip, motioning for him to let him out of his side of the booth. Minho rolled his eyes, but did so muttering, “I said we shouldn’t press the issue but here you go...” 

Felix slid over to your side of the booth, nearly shoving you up close to the wall with how near he scooched to you. Carefully, he removed the napkin that you had scrunched up into your palm. 

“Relax okay? You’re doing it again. Just calm down.” While his tone was sweet, you couldn’t help but find some condescending edge--real or not. 

“Doing what? I don’t think that I’m doing anything wrong??” 

Felix let you squeeze his hand tight, as patient as ever. 

“Do you not want him to be your boyfriend?” He repeated. “But he treats you so nicely? There’s nothing to worry about.” 

At first you were angry at yourself, angry at yourself for feeling the hot tears well up in your eyes in public, 

I’m so fucking pathetic. 

Secondly, you were furious at yourself for feeling anything less than the happiness that had made up your whole world for the past few weeks. You had worked so hard just to make something that made sense, and he made sense. Why did it have to be much more complicated than that? 

“Y/n?” Felix bowed his head down with his softening gaze. 

“F-Felix, I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“I’m just trying to understand so I can help you out with this. Clearly there’s something that’s upsetting you about, I don’t know, putting a label on it? If that’s the right word--” 

Minho sucked at his teeth, “He’s too nice to say that you’re self sabotaging again. Listen, you don’t have to have the answers right now, we’re just saying you’re getting in your own way at having something that could be really great.” 

Felix shot daggers in Minho’s direction. 

“I wasn’t gonna say this, but Bin’s been going through shit right now with his family that I’m sure he isn’t telling you about. Someone tipped them off about what he’s been doing and they’re furious. He’s been telling them that no one knows that he’s tied to them when he raps but they aren’t listening. Literally when he goes to see you it’s like, what’s helping him forget all that shit. He cares about you a fuck ton, and I’ve heard about it all. He wants you to be his girlfriend. Believe me. Don’t know why he hasn’t brought it up yet, but...” 

Felix took in a shaky breath, then turned his attention back to you. “Besides all that, I think that you should at least talk to him about this all. I had no idea that you felt this way. I’m sorry for making assumptions. At least, if you and him talk about it, you can figure something out right?” 

You took at the papery and crinkled napkin and dabbed it harshly on your eyes to dry your tears before they had a chance to run further down your face. 

“Why the fuck doesn’t he tell me anything?” Your voice wavered. 

Minho folded his hands on the table. “Knowing him, he probably thinks that it would be burdening to you. Selfless dick. He thinks that putting that shit on you somehow makes him seem like a handful or some shit.” 

“B-but I don’t feel that way?” 

“Then tell him!!” Felix’s volume rose. “When you talk to him, tell him that.” 

“What the fuck is this, a drama?” Minho laughed a little. “These communication skills are god-awful.” 

“Oh fuck off Minho,” Felix rubbed your back to soothe you. “This is real life, and we’re here to help out Y/n.” 

“That’s fuck off Minho-hyung to you.” The older boy stuck out his tongue. 

You wiped your nose against your hand, then Minho threw another napkin from the holder in your direction. 

“I promise that things will get better when you talk to him.” Felix nodded. “Talking always helps.” 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

Thursday afternoon came, and the forecast had called for snow, but none had come. Rather, the atmosphere had turned to be dreary and grey the whole day long, and the temperature dropped so low that some local schools had to cancel classes for the day. Your university had decided to do the same. While you had been thankful and decided to spend the day working on your various projects, you couldn’t bring your hand to the canvas. 

All day long you had spent figuring out what it really was that you wanted to say to Changbin, and you still hadn’t figured it out yet. Even you didn’t know what it was entirely that scared you deeply. But, you knew that somewhere you did. 

Why her? 

You could do better. 

Isn’t she...boring? 

You hugged your legs to yourself as you waited on your couch. The memories seeped into your brain like some kind of poison diffusing its way. 

No, no. You’re wrong. You tried your best to banish them. 

You’re all mine. No one else’s. Don’t you ever forget that. Tell me. Who’s baby are you? 

You squeezed your eyes shut, and dug your nails into the fleshy part of your knees where you held them. 

You don’t own me. You don’t have the fucking power. 

Three knocks clicked at your door, and you knew that it was Changbin. Your chest shook with a type of anxiety that felt like prickling thorns. You rose to open the door. 

“Fuck. It’s so freezing out there.” Was the first thing that he said. “I wouldn’t mind not having to go back out there if you are?” He slung his coat over one of chairs to your two person dining table. As soon as he was undressed, you were overcome with the desire to be as close as possible as you could get to him. It had been your safe place. 

Changbin let out a little surprised noise when you launched your body at him, but he just as quickly held you back firmly. 

“Is everything okay?” 

For a moment you let his rosemary and cedarwood cast aside all the ideas and words that ate away at you. 

“Can we talk?” You mumbled. 

“Yeah, of course. Can we sit down? Get a blanket maybe?” You nodded and let him do the work of going back to your room to get back your knit blanket that he knew you liked best. He threw it over his shoulders them beckoned you to join him in his arms. You snuggled right up into his chest where he had tucked himself into the corner of the couch. “Want to talk about it now?” 

With glistening eyes you tried your best to look up at him. His cheeks were still bitten pink from the cold. 

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about your parents? Or about what’s going on right now?” 

Changbin sighed and bit at his lower lip in his discontent. “Minho said something didn’t he?” 

“You can tell me, you know?” 

Changbin shook his head. “It’s not your problem to worry about, so I don’t want you do.” 

“But you’re my problem to worry about. Don’t you get that?” 

He sighed once more, then rested his head atop of yours. Where he held you around your arms, he rubbed gently.  

“And if...being with me helps you...I’ll come around anytime alright? You don’t just have to come here.” 

He laughed a little. “My place isn’t as private as yours is.” 

You toyed with the fraying fabric of the blanket. “You know that I can be quiet if I need to be. Or if you just want me to sleep over, I can do that too.” 

“I don’t want you going out of your way--” 

“--I don’t mind.” You nuzzled a little deeper. “So, your parents are giving you a hard time?” 

He tsked. “Yeah. It’s just...stupid is all. They care so much about what I do and don’t do when I left so it wouldn’t bother them. They’re trying hand out some kind of threats to me like they have the right to do so....they don’t.” 

“What are you going to do?” 

Changbin helped you up a bit higher up his body so your head could rest on his shoulder. “Nothing. Keep doing what I’ve always been. No one knows except the people I have closest to me. They’re worrying over nothing.” 

You formed a “oh” with your lips. 

“But, it’s nothing to worry about. I promise.” 

Already, you had forgotten what you really had decided to talk to him about. It had slipped from your mind just as quickly as you had let it arise. The two of you grew quiet, and you let yourself become overcome with the feeling and warmth that his body and the blanket gave to you. You wondered if he would’ve gotten mad if you had fallen asleep just then. It didn’t seem like the worst idea.

“As long as we’re talking about things, do you mind if I ask you something?” Changbin asked after planting a small kiss on your forehead. 

“What’s that?” You said with a sleepy and cracking voice. 

“You...don’t have to have the answer right now, but I just thought it would be worth it to ask, since we’ve been doing you know, this, for a few weeks now. You already know how I feel about you, I think that I’ve made it pretty damn clear, but, I was thinking that we could make things exclusive between us? Like, it just becomes me and you?” 

Drip by drip, the drowsiness that had swept over your eyes dissipated. 

“Would you be up for that? I just, it seems a bit odd to me that we haven’t talked about it yet considering...well, I think that it would be easier if we knew what we were so then we could, I don’t know, plan or something like that? It’s kind of a commitment, I know, but I want you to know that I’m willing--” 

“Bin...” You pulled yourself up from his chest. 

“What? Why are you looking at me like that? Did-did I say something wrong?” 

Who’s baby are you? 

“You want me to...be yours?” 

“Well, not exactly, you know what I’ve said before, but, I would like you to be my girlfriend--” 

A sob clogged your throat. Now that he had finally said it, the realizations came flooding over you like the deathly winter chill. 

“Angel, are you scared again? I told you that you don’t have to with me, I swear that I don’t ever want to hurt you or anything like what happ--” 

“--Like happened what? Back when I was so fucking stupid to get myself locked up in something that I thought would be good for me? Why is it that you want me to be your girlfriend, huh? I-is it because I-I fall over for you? I can’t run away from you? Am-am I just a good fuck for you? What is it?” 

“What the fuck? Where is this coming from? Y/n, you know that I love you, I fucking love you like crazy and I don’t think any of those things!! I’m not trying to restrain you our use you or anything like that, I don’t know why the hell you would think that!” 

“B-because you might not now, but what about later down the line...when I get boring or you figure out that I’m not as exciting like I used to be or--” 

“--What?! No! That’s not gonna happen!” Changbin reached out to pull you back into his arms, but you shook him off. 

Salty tears filled the corners of your mouth. “The last time that I-I did something like this, I--” 

“--Well this isn’t last time, this is this time, okay? It’s different! I swear to God that I’m not that fucking asshole. I get that you’re scared, okay, that’s totally understandable, but I’m asking you to trust me alright? Can you trust me?” 

Part of you wanted to trust him. In fact, a much larger part of yourself wanted to trust him so bad, it hurt. But, a smaller part of you, a much smaller part of you still screamed into the abyss that he was the last person in the world that you could trust; and that voice, was much louder. 

“I want you to be my girlfriend, and I want to give you everything that I have. All my fucking time, my attention, hell, just minutes ago you said that I was your problem, can’t you be mine? Is that not allowed? I’m just...I DON’T get you!!!” Changbin growled out the tail end of his sentence and only after he had said it he realized it was much louder than he intended. “Oh God, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...please. I’m not mad at you.” 

Your body had weakened, so when he had reached out for you, you let yourself fall into his arms. 

“Angel, can’t you see that what I’m trying to do is the complete opposite of what you think I am? Yeah I mean, it would be nice to call you my girlfriend, but not because I’m trying to control you or anything, but because...fuck, you make me happier, made me feel like I’m less lonely in this fucking crazy-ass world. I want to be that for you and you only.” 

Poisonous thoughts. Why were they even more alluring than the antidote that you had right in front of your face? 

Your limp body mustered up the strength of push yourself off his chest. Looking into his eyes you felt numb. With all the care that he held for you, you felt as if you didn’t deserve one single ounce of it. 

Why her?  

You figured that in some parallel earth, you would’ve been able to have said yes. In that parallel earth, nothing bad would’ve ever happened, and you wouldn’t have been crouched in that alley with snow melting into your dress. You would’ve lived a normal life without pain and doubt. Maybe you would’ve met him there too, and you would’ve been able to say yes. 

“You...don’t have to have the answer right now, but can you please consider it...for me? I meant everything that I said, but I...I also can’t wait forever.” You heard his voice grow thick. “I know that if...you can’t do it, or iff you don’t know, then I can’t just make it happen. There’s not a lot else that I can do. But at least I want to try.” 

You could do better. 

“I-I think that I need to be alone...right now--tonight.” Two more hot tears fell down your cheeks with a sting like a papercut. 

“Right now?” 

“Yeah, just--there’s things that I need to think about, I don’t..I don’t know. I’m sorry.” 

“No. I understand.” Changbin sniffled. 

Slowly, your two bodies seperated, and the heat from his body faded. You thought to yourself, it wasn’t yours to keep in the first place. 

You lead him quietly to the door where you watched him lace up his shoes and throw on his coat. His eyes had become puffy, as much as you figured you had looked as well. His grey eyes looked tired, just like the dreary day that you had spent all day hiding from. Still, he smiled. 

“Y/n. I know that you think that you’re hard to love. But you’re not. If you take away anything from this, I hope you know that your past doesn’t define you, and that you can have happiness after it all. I want to be that for you. If you’ll let me. Only if you’ll let me.” 

Your clogged nose made a horrible stuffed sound and you nodded. You had listened to his words, but had you heard? 

He sighed with finality, then bent down to kiss at the salty taste on your lips. 

“Call me, okay?” 

You closed the door after him, then collapsed down the door. Your pent up sobs flew out of your chest with loud and ugly sounding sobs. Each one hurt more than the last to get out. You crumbled against the wood door, and didn’t even mind the cool draft from under the crack. Your world became a blur in front of your watery eyes and your hands shook as they took your phone from your pocket. 

Words of self loathing filled your ears as you searched up the name, but it was the only one that you could think of in your blind emptiness. 

If only things could go back to the way that they were. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

The walk to his apartment was cold, freezing even. You had worn the shoes that you had been scolded for, and the coat that provided you with barely any warmth. You knew the way to his apartment well--it was almost muscle memory by now. Streetlights passed you overhead, and finally the snow that was promised started to drift from the heavens and before you. 

Your hands cracked with the cold when you pushed the button to his intercom, and he buzzed you in without saying a word. You showed yourself up the staircase with empty sounding footsteps echoing against the walls. Your eyes had welled with tears once you reached his floor, but you blinked them away harshly. It was a futile attempt considering that he would see how red your eyes had become. 

His door was cracked with old paint, and the number had been scratched off with age. You knocked one time, no more than that. Somewhere a tiny voice had hoped that he wouldn’t hear the knock at all, and figure that you hadn’t even come up, and that you could quietly slip back away. 

But he didn’t. He must’ve been waiting. 

He too looked to be a mess: his cheeks and eyes had puffed up and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. He wore minimal clothing that hung loosely on his frame. 

“--Jisung--” 

Before you could say any more, he had leapt into you, and wrapped his arms around you so tightly that he could’ve rid you of all your breath. 

“Baby, thank you so much for coming. Thank you so much. I’m sorry how I acted at the concert. I just missed you so much....I missed you so much.” 

[winter-fox-queen]

Kisses Like Wine: Part 3

In honor of the new photo, I think I will post this now. :)

Warnings:  Nothing, the reader remains a blank canvass.  Might have cursing.

Summary:  The reader is working undercover where she things the next heist will be, while trying to figure out the Thief's ways…

Note:  There really are diamonds in all these colors!  I spent way too much time looking it up.

“Joe F. Gambrel and Co., how may I direct your call?”  I shifted in my seat a little.  The chair was not that uncomfortable, but I felt like I was definitely out of my comfort zone.  I listened to the person on the other side, put them on hold.  Started an email to my boss.  Took them off hold.  “I am so sorry.  Mr. Larsen is in a meeting, may I take a message?”  I typed the message in the email, hung up, hit send.

This was the shape of my day.  Take messages for my reprobate boss, who was never in the office, and try to look like someone else.  Act like someone else.

And, most of all, case the joint.  I wondered, briefly, if the Thief ever called his work that…casing the joint.  Probably not.  He did not look like someone who used twenties gangster slang.

As I wandered the office suite, I hoped I was not wasting my time.  I was working for a high end antiquities firm.  If you wanted something, they got it for you.  They did not have a lot of staff, and the bosses seemed to be out of the office more than not.  The floors directly below me were home to a large business dedicated to restoration.

I’d been studying, and I was ninety nine percent sure that this was the next place the Thief would break into.  The crown was — just a crown.  Pretty, historied. I suspect he took it because he could, not because he wanted it.  After all, it had been right there.

No.  He had come for the Star.  Almost a half a year prior, someone had stolen The Golden Queen.  And now, if I had guessed right, he would be coming for a incredibly rare, beautiful pink diamond called The Compass Rose.

I went and looked at it, not for the first time. At the top floor of the high rise, the company — and Keith Larsen — kept the Compass Rose on display in an act of hubris that was sure, if Greek Myth was any indication, to anger some God eventually.  It was in a huge room, the ceiling was all glass that arched up to a sharp point that was illuminated at night.  The floor was marble, the walls a warm sandstone.  Four benches, one on each side of the pillar that held the diamond’s display case.  One wall held a fountain and greenery, meant to look like a small, exotic waterfall.  The water trickled softly as I went as close to the case as I dared.  And there.  The largest pink diamond that had ever been discovered in Australia, glittering deep rose.  It was one of a kind.

My thief was collecting a full set.  There were three diamonds, including this one, in Midas’s Rainbow that the thief had not stolen.

He could have gone after one of the other ones.  I could be wrong.

But I wasn’t.  I couldn’t be. I had bribed my way in, under a new name with a perfectly wrought set of identification papers, even a credit card.  I dyed my hair and carefully applied my make up so that I made my face a little different.  So if I ran into him, he wouldn’t immediately know it was me.  It was not, probably the best plan, but my training consisted of books and watching Leverage.

I was staring at it too long, the security guard peeked in.

“Miss?”  The security guard peeked in.  Older man, with warm, friendly eyes and a lovely voice that seemed not to match his age.  We’d spoken a few times on my daily check of the diamond.  No one was allowed to be in the room too long, and he was gently reminding me it was time to go.

I went out the door, leaned against the wall next to him, and asked the question that I’d been asking myself for weeks, since I started working here.  “If you were going to steal the Compass Rose, how would you go about it?”

He stared at me for so long I thought he was going to go report me.  “That’s not a smart question to be asking, around here.”

“There’s no harm, though.”  I said.  His voice bothered me.  I wanted more, if I could listen to it a little longer…

He shook his head and didn’t speak.

“I’m sorry if I offended.”

He gave me a gentle smile, touched his ear and pointed to a corner of the room.  Then he shooed me towards the door.

Back at my desk I snuck out my steno notebook from its hiding place in a stack of unused notebooks in my desk drawer.  It was where I kept my plans.  Layout of the building.  Everything I learned.  Since my purse could get searched at any time, I only had it at work.  One steno pad looks like all the others, right?  Locked in my drawer, under a box of tampons.

The fountain has to be the way in. There needs to be a way to service the pipes behind the wall.

If I could break something in the fountain without getting caught, someone would have to fix it.  Someone would have to open the door or the hatch, and I’d know how to get in.

And the thief always liked distractions. But what kind of distraction would he manage to create?

My work day ended, I grabbed my purse, made sure my desk was locked, and started out.

“Honey?”  The first front desk receptionist called after me.

I smiled and crossed over.

“I just wanted to remind you, tomorrow they are bussing in a bunch of high school students to tour the floors so they can see what it takes to restore old art.”  She smiled at me.  “You’ll want to make sure to get here early before they get here…it’s going to be a madhouse.”

Cue distraction.

The next day I went to see the madhouse for myself.  I wanted to see the teachers.  Most were women.  I didn’t discount them completely, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t shave his mustache if he could avoid it.  There.  Curly, dark hair.  Tweed jacket with elbow patches.  What century did he think this was?  I followed him as he ushered bored looking kids, careful not to let me see his face.  Finally I went around a dented suit of armor and managed to get face to face with him.  “Hey!”  I said cheerfully.

It wasn’t him. Eyes too far apart, nose too small, just not him.

I apologized and walked off just as one of the teachers asked, brightly, “Can we see the Compass Rose?”

“Well.  There’s no reason why not.  The public are allowed to go in, but only one at a time, I think?” The woman who had gotten stuck showing the group around said.  I hid as quickly as I could, not wanting to be pulled into the conversation.

I walked back to my office, hoping no one had noticed I’d slipped out, to be sadly disappointed.  My boss was sitting on the corner of my desk.

“Where were you?”  He asked me.

“Just wanted to see what all the noise was about.”  Behind him, the lady security guard who switched on and off with the one I usually saw stood, looking that part angry, part unamused way only a security guard could.

“Open your desk.”

“What is this about?”

“The Compass Rose.  It’s gone.  I want to know if you have it.  You spent enough time looking for it…made jokes about stealing it.  So.  Did you?”

I unlocked the desk and the guard pushed me aside, dumping the contents on my desk.  I held my breath when she flipped through the notebooks, but they all were empty.

Empty.  Oh, no.

I let her paw through everything I owned.  Let her pat me down.  “Unless she swallowed it, sir, I don’t think she has it.”

“I didn’t swallow it!”  I let panic creep into my voice.  It was not hard.

I let them x-ray me.  I did.  I admit it.  The lab tech a few floors down gave me sympathetic looks as I stood there, shivering, in my gown.

And then I let them fire me.  The frustrating thing was the lack of knowledge.  They refused to let me know anything.  What happened?  How?  Why?  Was a playing card left behind?  I wanted to know.

But most of all I wanted to know where my notebook was.

Two days later as I packed up my apartment, I received a package.  My name…my alias, rather, in quotes.  Quotes.  I grabbed a letter opener and ripped it open with more force than I needed.  I suspected, already, who would be cheeky enough to put quotation marks around my fake name.

My notebook.

The last page, there was a five of diamonds tucked in like a book mark. The back of the card the same as the one I carried with me wherever I went.

Across the last page he’d written, “A five star card for a five star effort.  Not bad for your first try.  I wish I’d thought of the fountain.  That was clever, if a bit damp.”  A couple of crabbed notes along side my own.  Suggestions.  Not actual plans.  No, I’d need to catch him to find out how he did his theft, if he could be convinced to tell me even then.

I sat down, hard.  He knew where I was.  Where I lived.  Knew I had a steno notebook, knew I’d hide it because I could have my belongings searched.  How?  How did he learn so much about me?  I thought over the people I had met, since getting that job.

I imagined large hands carefully drawing things out of my purse, lining them up neatly on the marble of the entry way desk.  “Sorry about this, miss.”  The guard’s voice said, as he went through my things.  Large, but graceful hands.  A warm voice that bothered me because I’d heard it before.  The security guard.  He’d been guarding the damned diamond all along.

“Five star effort? Oh, I’ll show you.  I’ll show you.”

I worried about telling my family of my failure, then I realized.  He’d given me a clue.  The cheeky bastard had given me a clue.  Because one of the other diamonds was kept in a five star hotel overlooking the Rhine.

He was telling me that he was going to steal the Heart of the Rhine, a mossy green diamond worth millions.  Now, if only I could believe him.

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[uidbmgmt]

To make a long fucking story short, I put a whole bag of jellybeans up my ass. 🍭

XDDD LIES

So my mom is deceased and we had a strained relationship. She didn’t make the best choices and she spanked us. I wanted a mom I could really lean on. Someone who wouldn’t let me down and would fight tooth and nail to protect those they love. So what’s an enby to do? The furry route? Why not a hot, sexy Jedi bunny mama? I made sure to incorporate my mom’s best traits and her physiology before she got cancer.

She has her blue eyes and I decided to make her a bunny after the build a bear I made with my mom before she passed. Her favorite color was hunter green and she smelled of roses. She had a gnarly scar on her abdomen due to a life saving surgery and I wanted to make sure her name was reminiscent of her’s too. Rebecca becomes Rebikka and she features her curly brown hair. My mom always permed her hair and wore the same style every day for as long as I can remember. My mom was religious and so the idea of a Jedi came to mind. A religious sort who loves those around them and protects them. My mom wasn’t always a heavier set person. When I was a baby, she was thin, but a few kids later and she grew to the woman I know the most. My mom was not happy with her body. It made her sad and she struggled with her weight for quite a large bulk of my life living with her. My hot, sexy Jedi bunny mama, however, loves her body and is comfortable with who she is. Did I mention her glasses? She was nearsighted, the opposite of me, and wore glasses for as long as I can recall.

I love my mom. Even though she wasn’t the greatest. I hate that I still love her, so I need to redirect that love into something that’s worth loving. This was a difficult project as it was emotional. I could feel the desire to show her this, knowing I couldn’t. Not that she would have liked it like I would have wanted her to. She would have just liked it because I made it. It’s my hope that people will draw porn of her as my mom was rather prudish and while it would have driven her crazy to be drawn in such a manner, it would rock my socks off.

Thanks for coming to my therapy session. Now I’ll saunter off. 🤟

For the visually impaired, the picture above is as follows.

A four body reference sheet for Rebikka Usagi the hot, sexy Jedi bunny mama. She is a heavier set, light brown bunny with both a floppy and erect ear, blue eyes, brown curly hair, pink paw pads, and a gnarly scar going up and down her abdomen. She wears moderately sized glasses, cream and brown Jedi garb, with a hunter green robe to cover. Her lightsaber color is green, the hilt is wrapped in leather, and the pommel is a green crystal. There is a color chart displaying the eight colors used to make her and the colors are in the shape of her lightsaber. The four panels show in order from left to right, Rebikka in full garb, Rebikka in garb minus the robe, Rebikka from behind in garb without a robe, and Rebikka in the nude. This photo has been censored using emojis to conceal problematic areas.

[whumping-to-conclusions]

Howdy there! Thanks for tagging me on the post. Could I get number 20 please? [voice trails off as I vanish behind a corner in awkward slinkiness]

This snippet introduces a couple of my OCs, Eleanor and Jesse, two definitely-not-in-love programmers in their mid-20s who you'll be seeing on here every now and then. They're a pair of cuties; I hope you like them.

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Tap. Tap. Tap-tap. Eleanor was typing away at her computer when it started.

It was early afternoon at the office and she was editing a line of code, nose practically pressed to the screen, when suddenly, her vision went fuzzy at the edges. She rubbed at her eyes, thinking that maybe she had gotten something in them, but her periphery remained fuzzy. Lights and blobs of nameless colors started popping in front of her eyes.

“That’s weird,” she murmured.

Then came the pain.

A sharp, clear stroke of pain cleaved her forehead, like someone had driven a searing nail into her brain.

“Agh!” Eleanor took her glasses off and pressed her hands to her head, but it did nothing to abate the throbbing, aching pulse, the nail driving in further second after second.

“Eleanor? You okay?” Jesse’s voice floated out to her from the neighboring cubicle. Eleanor couldn’t even answer.

She heard footsteps approaching. Jesse’s hand touched her shoulder, the brush of a bird’s wing.

“Eleanor? What’s wrong?”

“Headache,” she gasped. “Really bad headache.”

More footsteps.

“What’s going on?” Mia’s voice. A pause. “Is… she okay?”

“I don’t know. She says her head hurts.”

Eleanor heard Mia bend down beside her, felt her feel her forehead.

“Eleanor, can you hear me? Look at me.”

Eleanor lifted her head from her hands and winced at the radiance from the fluorescent light above her. It was much too bright.

Mia was kneeling beside her, and Jesse and a few of her other coworkers were standing around her. She groaned a little. “Nothing―just―the head―and I can’t really see―it’s too bright in here.” She shivered and closed her eyes, pressing her hands to her head again.

“I think she has a migraine,” Mia said to Jesse. “She’s probably going to have to take the day off, especially if she’s got no meds for it.”

“I’ll take her home,” Jesse said immediately.

“You sure? I can take her if you’re busy with something.”

“No, I―I got it.” The others murmured their assent. Jesse’s hand touched Eleanor’s shoulder again. “Can you stand up?”

Eleanor nodded. Woozy from pain, she rose from the desk. It felt like she was underwater, her movements thick and slow. She opened her eyes a crack, looking down at the floor to avoid the fluorescent lights. Mia handed Eleanor her bag and glasses. Jesse offered his hand, and Eleanor took it, grabbing at the walls of the cubicle for support as he led her out of the office.

Jesse stopped and turned to face Mia again. “Uh, tell Ben I’m taking the day off.”

Twenty minutes later, Eleanor was huddled on Jesse’s couch as he brought her a cup of tea. The room was darkened, the lamps turned off to keep from hurting her head. The apartment was cluttered, but cozy--movie posters on the walls, CDs and books piled up around the coffee table and couches, not to mention the wealth of electronics scattered around.

Jesse handed her the cup and tried not to wince. He hated seeing Eleanor like this―her skin too grey, her hands shaking, her beautiful dark eyes dull with pain. He handed her the cup. “Drink this--my mother always made it when I was sick.” Eleanor took a sip, and Jesse glanced at her for her reaction. “You like it?”

Eleanor swallowed. “Yeah, it’s―it’s good. I just….”

Jesse knew that voice―she always had a little hesitation to her speech when she was afraid of inconveniencing someone. “What is it?”

Eleanor set down the cup on the end table. “Something cold sounds better, actually.”

Jesse nodded. “No worries, I’ll get you some ice water. Anything else?”

“And… a cool rag for my head sounds pretty good right now,” she admitted.

“Of course. I’ll be back in a second.”

Jesse dashed out to the apartment’s kitchen and poured a glass of ice water for Eleanor, then took a clean dish rag out of the cupboard and ran it under the faucet. He started wringing it out with more force than what was strictly necessary. The worst part of this whole thing was that there was absolutely nothing he could do to help Eleanor but keep her comfortable. His job as a programmer was all about fixing―tweaking the code, eliminating bugs, changing the programs to function exactly as intended. But this was a bug he couldn’t fix. He hated it.

Jesse returned to the living room along with the glass and cold rag. “Here you go, El.”

Eleanor took a sip and draped the rag on her head, brushing her dark bangs aside. Jesse took a seat on the other end of the couch and tried to let his mind wander. But he was still too fixated on Eleanor’s pain. He found himself looking back at her every minute or so, just to make sure that she was okay.

“You can go do something else if you want,” Eleanor said softly, after a while.

Taking care of you is what I want. “I’m staying here.”

Eleanor nodded.

The afternoon passed by and slowly changed into night, and Jesse’s stomach started to rumble. “I… kinda need some food,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

Eleanor gave a listless shrug. “Still hurts. And I feel a little sick to my stomach.”

Jesse took her hand and rubbed at her knuckles gently. “I’m sorry. Does food sound good or no?”

“I don’t really feel like eating.”

“Okay. Let me know if you want something later, though, yeah?”

“I will.”

Jesse turned on some classical music and thirty minutes later he sauntered out of the kitchen with a bowl of tomato soup.

“I’m sorry,” Eleanor said as he sat down on the couch again.

Jesse’s brows drew together. “For what? You haven’t done anything.”

“I... didn’t want to put you through this whole mess. I… I don’t want to be a burden on you.” She picked at the hem of her blouse.

Jesse set down the soup and looked her straight in the eyes. “Now, I want you to listen to me, El. You are not a burden. Don’t ever think that, okay?”

“Okay.” Eleanor nodded, then rubbed at her temples. “It just hurts so bad.”

“I know.” Jesse gave a sympathetic grimace. “Is there anything that can help take your mind off the pain? Any movies you like, or music? Or maybe… no, that’s a bit silly.”

“What?”

Jesse felt his ears getting hot. “I was going to suggest I could read a book to you, but, you know, if that’s childish or whatever―”

“No, that sounds nice. Really,” Eleanor added, leaning forward earnestly. “You seem like you’d have a good reading voice.”

“Okay. What sounds good?” Jesse got up and walked over to the bookshelf on the other side of the room and started running his index finger down the spines of some of the books. “I have all kinds of novels--mystery, fantasy, a little horror but you probably don’t want that right now….”

“Any fairy tales?”

Her voice was so soft, a bird’s wing brush, that Jesse wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly. “Sorry, what was that?”

Eleanor blushed and cleared her throat. “Sorry, I, uh, asked if you had any fairy tales.”

Jesse smiled. Look at her, all embarrassed about it. “I think I do, actually. Give me a moment.”

Jesse darted through the door on the opposite side of the living room and into his bedroom. It took a few minutes to locate the book, but eventually he found it stashed under his bed.

He walked back into the living room toting the huge volume and flopped down on the couch beside Eleanor. The cover was dusty, faded pink and green, and embossed with curly gold letters. Jesse rubbed the dust off the cover. “Hans Christian Andersen’s Compendium of Fairy Tales. My favorite as a kid, actually. Here we go.” He flipped to the first page and cleared his throat. “Once upon a time….”

Jesse had no idea how much time passed as he read tale after tale, keeping his voice lilting and soft as to not aggravate Eleanor’s migraine. Eleanor watched the pages turn with her lovely eyes, which seemed to grow just a bit brighter as he read. Eventually, Jesse realized that it was very silent, and looked over. Eleanor had fallen asleep against his arm, her head nestled in the hollow of his shoulder. Her breathing was deep and even.

Jesse didn’t want to disturb her, so he simply stayed like that for a while, listening to the sounds of the night, until the book slipped from his hands and he, too, drifted off with a head full of dreams.

[im-a-space-gay]

Welcome to Camp Sanders!

(I’ve downloaded three translators to find out half the time Google Translate was either the only one getting it right or the only one getting it wrong. If there is any mistakes in any language besides English, I am sorry as I only speak English fluently [ha, fluently]. Also yes, ANOTHER AU. Look, I’m idea/story fluid along with gender fluid. Deal with it.)

“I do not see the point of summer camp,” a fourteen year old boy stated, looking out the car window in resentment towards the camp and kids of varying ages running around.

This boy’s name was Logan Lee Lucy, born November 3rd in Japan and moving to the U.S. when he was three. With black hair pushed away from his eyes that were sapphire blue, he wore rectangular glasses and a black T-shirt with gray shorts. Normally he wore polos and ties, but his awful mother said that was too formal for where she was sending him.

Camp Sanders.

Camp Sanders was a summer camp for kids from eight to eighteen, and was in the middle of a forest without anything around it. It was a place for kids to find and pursue interests, and there was plenty activities from outdoors to indoors, pleasing every kid.

Every kid, except for Logan, of course.

“You need to spend some time in the sunshine and make friends,” his mother said in response, and Logan huffed, crossing his arms and sliding down the seat.

“Friends are for spineless maggots who are dependent on others for happiness,” Logan glared, and his mother sighed.

“No wonder why you’re never happy.”

“I’m happy plenty, I’ll have you know!” Logan lied, finally unbuckling his seatbelt, and grabbing his backpack.

“Alright,” his mother said, twisting around to look at him with a smile from the driver’s seat. “Just... try to have a nice summer, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too,” Logan said before leaving, grasping his backpack straps as he stared down the streams of kids, his mother driving away behind him. He was just about to follow the children before someone poked his shoulder. He looked over to see a boy that was probably his age, smiling widely.

He was fairly tan, with a infinite amount of freckles and curly orange locks with bright blue eyes. When Logan paid attention to the smile, he could see a small gap between his two middle incisors on the top. He had a baby blue crop top and khaki short shorts, with a pink backpack and round glasses.

“Hiya! I’m Patton Hart, fourteen, he/him!” He said, sticking his hand out to shake, which Logan did with a raised eyebrow.

“Logan Lucy, fourteen, he/him.”

“Nice to meet ya Logan!” Patton smiled wider, and Logan picked up on a small Irish accent. “Now, I’m no expert, but are you new?”

“Yes?” Logan blinked, wondering if he was that obvious before something else crossed his mind. “Wait, some people come here repeatedly?”

“Yeppers!” Patton said, pointing at himself. “I’ve been here for three summers before this one, and I’m friends with most that keep coming here! I just really love this camp! Among other things....”

Patton murmured the last part with a blush, suddenly acting shy as he fiddled with his earlobe with a tiny smile. Logan would ask, but he was rather befuddled with this new information.

“So you come back to summer camp... because you want to?” Logan asked in desbelief, and Patton’s shy demeanor vanished as he nodded with a bright grin.

“Uh huh! Who knows, maybe you’ll do the same!” Logan scrunched his nose at the statement.

“Doubtful, but alright.”

“Now, I’ll help you get signed in since you’re in my age group!” Patton said cheerfully, taking Logan’s hand and dragging him with the rest of kids that were going to a giant building, which Logan found out was the mess hall upon entering.

Logan, after looking around the -rather aesthetically pleasing- hall, realized that Patton was talking to him and listened in.

“-onder which cabin you’ll be placed in!”

“Cabin?” Logan parroted, and Patton glanced in his direction before pulling him to a forest green table with a couple clipboards.

“Yep! You’ll be placed in a cabin based on age and sex -unless you’re trans, than you go in with the gender you identify with so you don’t feel dysphoria- and you get five bunk mates!” Patton explained, telling him to sign in while he checked which cabin Logan was placed in.

Logan finished his signature when Patton gasped loudly, and Logan jumped, looking at him in confusion. Patton faced him excited, showing the clipboard to him.

“You’re in the Sides cabin! THAT’S MY CABIN!” And before Logan could open his mouth, Patton gasped again with a worried look and turned the clipboard to him again.

After scanning it, he sighed in relief.

“Uh,” Logan intelligently said, and Patton looked up, blinking.

“Oh sorry, I was just checking who left the Sides cabin. It was just Dev, so no reason to worry!”

“Alright,” Logan nodded, feeling like he was missing something.

“Well,” Patton said, grabbing Logan’s hand again. “Let’s head to our cabin! You’re going to love the others!”

They were out of the mess hall before Logan could blink, Patton being in more of a hurry than before, they weaved through the crowd before arriving at a small cabin that looked exactly the same as the rest of the cabins, if you excluded the sign above the door reading “Sides”. Patton took a calming breath before opening the door, and everyone in the room looked over, making Logan flinch even as they looked at Patton with wide grins.

Two of the boys were undoubtedly twins of Hispanic origins, one wearing a red T-shirt and washed out overalls, while the other wore a green T-shirt and black overalls with holes, their dark brown hair swooping dramatically and brown eyes filled with energy. It seemed these two were playing tug-o-war with a small rope before they opened the door.

Another had dark skin with a splotch of a lighter skin tone on the left side of his face, black hair braided away from his eyes. His left eye was green, while his right was brown, and he had a yellow tank top with a two headed snake and ripped jeans. It appeared this one was recording what the twins were doing with a smirk on his lips.

The final one seemed to be the only one of American descent in the cabin, with pale skin and brown hair long enough that it covered his eyes and ears and touched the tip of his nose. He had a strange hoodie that mainly was black, but the sleeves had alternating black and purple stripes, and the hood and pocket were purple. He also wore black high-waisted shorts with black thigh highs that almost reached the shorts, leaving the smallest sliver of pale skin between them, and purple headphones around his neck. He was hanging upside down, halfway off one of the top bunks, showing his emerald eyes.

“Hiya!” Patton said excitedly, dragging Logan in behind him, making Logan barely have time to close the door behind him.

“Patton!” The twins yelled simultaneously, dropping the rope and running over to hug Patton, thankfully making him let go of Logan’s hand so he could back away from the group hug.

When they pulled away, they looked at Logan, and smiled near-identical grins.

“Who’s this you brought with ya?” The one in red asked, making Logan happy when he stayed out of his personal bubble. Patton gasped and clapped, gesturing widely to him.

“Everybody, this is our new bunk mate, Logan! Logan, meet everybody!”

“Hi?” He said confused, and Patton pointed at the twins.

“These are Roman and Remus Royal, the twins! Roman wears red and Remus wears green,” Patton explained, and Logan nodded, making a silent note that the twins were color-coded. Then Patton walked over to the dark skinned one and slung an arm around him. “This is Janus Smith, a ball of sarcasm and friendship!”

Janus snorted, waving before saying, “less friendship, more snake.”

Logan blinked confused, wondering what that meant but Patton was already bounding toward the one hanging precariously from the bed, blush on his face.

“And this is Virgil Storm! He’s really anxious, listens to music a lot, and speaks any language except English out of spite, I’ve been told. He still understands English though!”

“こんにちは,” Virgil nodded, biting his lip. Logan nodded back, pleasantly surprised when Virgil spoke in his home language.

“こんにちは。英語を話してみませんか?” Logan asked, and he saw the others looking confused while Virgil smiled.

“私の家族は英語しか話せません。私は家族が嫌いです。”

Logan rose his eyebrow but nodded.

“Okay.”

“Anyways,” Patton said, dragging everyone’s attention to him. “It’s nice to see you all again!”

“You too!” The twins chimed, Janus nodding.

“Tú freisin Patton,” Virgil said, finally moving so he was not about to fall off the bed, covering his eyes with his bangs, and Logan was pretty sure Patton was blushing again. Probably because of everybody saying it was nice to see him as well.

At least, he thinks Virgil said that. Logan only spoke English and Japanese, not whatever that was. Though that did make him curious how many languages Virgil knew.

“So, shall we play twenty questions?” Janus questioned as Logan and Patton put their stuff on the remaining bunks. Everybody was quick to agree (wow okay he was going to have to get used to people speaking languages he didn’t understand), and Logan had only one thought as he watched Janus play catch with the twins, with Patton telling them how his year was and Virgil occasionally muttering to him in Japanese that he wished Logan luck with dealing with all of them.

Maybe this summer won’t be so bad.

[jungkookiebus]

The Devil is in the Sacristy | kth

Genre: supernatural au, smut Pairing: Lucifer!Taehyung x reader  Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: if you are religious (mostly Christian) by any means and get offended easily DON’T READ THIS, dirty talk (kinda religion based...), cunnilingus (Tae literally invented it), vaginal sex.  Summary: “... the devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for ...”

“Hey, _____,” you heard whispered behind you as everyone turned to their neighbor in greeting. Sunday morning brought the church service you always attended with your grandparents. The voice was deep, sonorous and it seemed like butter melted across warm bread while at the same time having the edge of ice cubes falling into a glass. You turned to find the source of the voice behind you. There stood a man in a striking, tailored suit and very much out of place in this small church. He looked every inch like your dream guy; dark skin, slightly curly brown hair that fell past his eyebrows, and a glistening hint of mischief in his eyes.

He extended his hand towards you and as soon as your hands made contact it was as if every muscle in your body became rigid all at once. Just as soon, it felt like his touch was sending signals into your nerve system to relax.

“How did you know my name?”

“I know a lot about you,” he smiled.

That’s when you noticed the chatter of greeting had gone quiet around you. Turning, you saw that your grandmother was in the middle of an embrace, but she was completely still; the both seemingly locked in an eternal embrace. Turning once more, you saw your grandfather in a frozen handshake with an old co-worker. Your gaze turned back to the man in front of you and he was still smiling softly at you. All was the same, but this time you noticed an unnaturally flash of blue color to his eyes. His gaze softened and with it so did your resolve. You felt drunk, high, or on some other plane of existence and all you knew was that you were unable to look away from him now. Your hand was still held firmly in his as he pulled you forward lightly, making sure that you didn’t lose balance leaning over the pew. A good foot taller than you, he leaned down over you and looked at your face a little closer.

“You have perfect proportions,” he commented.

You were still frozen, entirely sure that this was a fever dream. He leaned closer still and ran his nose along your cheek while inhaling lightly.

“You smell good, too.”

“What is happening?” you were finally able to ask.

“Don’t be scared,” he whispered against your cheek. Goosebumps rose along your skin at both the tone of his voice and the slight threat behind the comment that he seemed to be suppressing. But no matter what he had done or said up to this point, you felt drawn to him as if he had some type of hold on you that you couldn’t quite place.

“Are you scared, ____?” he whispered again.

“No,” you whispered back. Were you? Weren’t you? You were too numb to tell.

“I’m going to need you to follow me.” His hand slipped from yours and in an instant, he was beside you in the same row, impossibly out of the way of the other patrons. You were startled and the spell he had on you warped a little, causing you to shake your head in confusion. Your hand was in his before you could focus again, and he was leading you out of the pew and into the main aisle. He didn’t turn towards the exit as you had anticipated, but instead started to walk up the aisle to the main altar. The priest stood still before you, behind the altar, and holding the body of Christ up to the heavens, but he looked like a character from a still frame. He didn’t breathe, he didn’t move, and he didn’t acknowledge either of you as you were led around and to a small door.

“Where are we going?” you stumbled on your words. Hearing your own voice in the maw of silence around you sounded foreign to your ears.

He turned and smiled when he reached the door. You noted that his teeth were impossibly white, no flaws on his skin to be seen, and the same blue glint was ever present in his eyes. He pushed the door open without saying a word and pulled you inside. Darkness blanketed you but there was enough ambient light for you to tell you were in the sacristy. Robes of various colors hung along one wall while the other was lined by a long, plush couch. The room smelled heavily of cedar and you assumed it was to keep the moths at bay from the clothing. But before your eyes, the room began to shift ever so slightly. It became…a little warmer, not overly so. You were still comfortable, but you noticed the slight rise in temperature. The edges of your vision seemed to shimmer, and you felted so comforted that you had almost decided this was the state you wanted to stay in. Every bit of anxiety you had ever felt melted and slipped off you like oil, your sadness was eradicated, and every bit of fear you had dissipated.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I…feel good.” Your voice sounded unsure, but your mind was made up; this was the best you had ever felt.

“Good,” he said as he let your hand fall and moved forward to cup your cheek in his warm palm.

You hummed and leaned into him as if he were an old lover. He chuckled as you melted into his touch and his hand slid underneath your chin, tilting your head upwards.

“I haven’t seen a color red like this…,” he said while absently running his thumb along your bottom lip, “since the apple.” He winced and then grinned as he thought of something. “Such a naïve girl, but she knew she wanted more.” His tone had dropped to a whisper again as he leaned closer, lips almost touching yours and you found yourself leaning into him. “She was a little like you. She took the bait and fell.” At that moment he drew your bottom lip between his teeth and let it go with a pop. Warmth spread down your body immediately. “But I have a feeling you’re a lot sweeter.”

He led you blindly, but smoothly over to the couch where he directed you to sit. Your body bounced a little on the cushions, but you remained still, awaiting further instructions that you knew were coming. The suit he had on had to be made for him and very expensive. He shrugged off his jacket and laid it across the arm of the couch. Underneath, he wore a black, silk waistcoat over a white shirt. He unbuttoned the golden cufflinks at his wrist and rolled the shirt up to his elbows. The skin of his arms was just as beautiful as his face but instead was covered in a dark array of tattoos. You couldn’t get your eyes to focus enough but what you could see looked like one of the many pictures of tortured souls you had seen in Dante’s Inferno. Warmth blanketed you again, but this time it was more of a feeling. The jittery warmness you feel when you find out your crush has a crush on you as well? ‘Yea, that feeling,’ you thought lazily.

“Oh, _____.” He said your name almost as if he were reprimanding you as he dropped to his knees in front of you. His hands were on your knees now, just below the hem of your Sunday best. He looked up at you through the dark fringe of his hair and you could swear his eyes had more of a blue fire than the last time you had looked in them. “What am I going to do with you?” He rose on his knees and leaned forward, letting his hands slid up your thighs and effectively bunching your dress to the tops of them. His lips ghosted against yours once more and you were filled with his heady scent; a musky, woodsy smell but beneath it cinnamon and myrrh burned at the edge of your senses. His lips were on yours and they were the softest you had ever touched. His hands moved lithely along the tops of your thighs. Your legs parted as he moved one hand between them while simultaneously exploring your mouth with his tongue. He moaned at the wetness now gathered between your legs, soaking into your panties, and soon, onto the couch. He pulled back with a sigh, eyes hooded, and he licked his bottom lip as he stared at you. His fingers were running along the soaked cloth of your panties feeling them as they stuck to your every curve.

“What would He think? Here of all places?”

“He?” You were in a daze.

“Yea,” he chuckled. “He. So high and mighty here to judge people for their sins, but does He honestly think that makes people happy? No. What makes people happy is this,” as he punctuated the last word, his fingers were past the fabric and inside of you.

You couldn’t suppress the moan that left your lips. It filled the room and seemed to come back to you, amplified so that you could hear your own sin.

“This is what people pray for. Don’t think I haven’t heard your thoughts during Mass…that’s right,” he said against your ear, “I’m here, too.”

His fingers slid in and out of you tortuously. You fumbled, grabbing for his wrist.

“Do you want more?” he teased.

“Please,” you whispered.

You couldn’t see the devilish grin, all teeth, as he laid his cheek against yours. He was breathing heavily, fingers pumping inside of you, and soon he was feeling selfish.

“Ask me,” he demanded.

Your thoughts were muddled, hazy, and all over the place. The same sticky warmth cloaked you and all your thoughts were now focused on his hand as he rubbed his thumb across your clit.

“I want y-you to fuck me.” You felt the sweat drip down your brow as your body lurched, hips twitching on the couch that was slowly becoming ruined beneath you.

“Here?” You could hear his smile this time. He brought his face back in front of yours, an evident mischievous grin painted across his face, and the blue flame glowed dull behind those dark irises.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“As you wish.”

He pulled his hand away in favor of grabbing your hips and pulling you as close to the edge of the couch as possible, creating a somewhat uncomfortable angle for your back but you were too curious to see where this would go. He deftly pulled your panties down and off your ankles before he placed both of your thighs on his shoulders. Ducking down, he wasted no time in devouring your cunt. Heavenly was the word you wanted to use, but you knew that was the wrong description. Ecstasy never felt so good. It was almost as if he himself had invented oral sex and only he knew how to properly do it. Your eyes rolled back as he licked and suckled at your clit. His hands came around your thighs, gripping them tightly, and pulled you further onto his face. You tried desperately to brace yourself on your hands, but he didn’t seem to be letting you go anytime soon. Giving up, you slumped against the back of the couch, giving in to the overwhelming amount of pleasure surging through your nerve endings. Your toes curled and your feet turned inwards against his back as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. A high pitched keening filled the room as you started to struggle against him. Even though you hadn’t come yet, the stimulation seemed almost too strong, sending small convulsions out in its wake.

“Stop…,” you breathed, though it was barely above a whisper. But honestly, you didn’t want him to, nor did he care about your request.

You felt the ever gathering wetness that was surely coating his face now, but he was relentless in his endeavors. Your hands were in his hair as the muscles in your neck screamed for relief in their cramped position, but you knew that this experience, him between your legs, was going to be etched into your soul for all eternity. Just when the heavens were about to open, however, he pulled away. You gasped as your body clenched, willing the feeling to come back and bring you pleasure once more. Still kneeling, he undid his belt and then next his pants, pulling an impressive and nearly abnormally large cock from the silk fabric. If you weren’t so high on the moment, your eyes might have bulged a little. He rubbed the head along your slit and over your clit repeatedly until you were practically begging for him to be closer once more.

“You want me inside of you? Here?” He was drawing this out as much as he could, and you could tell he was enjoying every second of it. His eyes met yours and the blue flame there flickered a little higher.

“Yes, please, just do it already,” you begged.

He pushed inside of you quickly, stopping to let you adjust to the sudden intrusion. He leaned forward on his hands, hovering over you, as he sweetly kissed you again. He started to circle his hips slowly, pushing and brushing against all the right spots that had you twitching. Tongue running along your bottom lip, he started to thrust a little faster. Kissing down your neck, he started to get more forceful.

“You belong to me, you’ve always belonged to me,” he growled as he marked the skin along your collarbone. “He can’t save all of you.”

Your breath came out in short gasps as he fucked into you harder and harder. His speed and stamina were almost supernatural and the slide of his cock felt as if it were made for you.

“This is how you imagined it, yes?”

How many Sundays had you sat in that same pew thinking of things you should have never even entertained? Every. Single. One. Had you believed all the scripture thrown at you since you were a child? At one point, yes, but then it all became an annoying habit you couldn’t get rid of.

“Yes,” you said throwing an arm around his neck and bringing him in for another kiss.

You felt his smile in that kiss. He knew he had you then.

“So good for me,” he said reverently. “Following everything I say…do you like your reward?”

“God, yes,” you moaned as he sucked on the skin of your shoulder.

“He had nothing to do with this.” His lips skated against your jaw. The sounds of his skin against yours and the wetness sticking to both of you filled the hallowed space around you.

Your orgasm drew closer and closer and soon you were wrapping your legs tightly around his waist in a vain attempt to get him deeper inside of you.

“Are you going to give yourself to me?”

“Fuck.” You couldn’t form coherent thoughts or words.

As if he knew exactly what you liked, his lips were on yours, hot and heavy the moment you came. Your cries were muffled inside his mouth as he took all of you both body and soul. As you came down, he placed soft kisses to the corner of your mouth, the tip of your nose, and then your forehead. He looked into your tired eyes once again and the blue there was brighter than ever.

“Are you an angel or something?” you asked dumbly through mumbling lips.

His smile was devastatingly beautiful. He could have asked for your life and you’d gladly give it…or maybe you already had?

“Not anymore,” he smiled.

The buzz of talk and laughter sounded loud in your ears and your entire mind snapped to the present. In front of you, people were talking and hugging. Your grandmother was pulling away from a hug and your grandfather was talking about an old friend that had recently passed. Your mind still felt drugged and a dull ache between your legs told you that you had not imagined what had just happened. Shock and confusion must have been written across your features because a small, cold hand was now on your forearm. Turning, you looked into the face of your very uneasy grandmother.

“____? Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen the Devil.”

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 15 Memes Part 1!

Yes, I have made many memes for this round of the WHG. I hope you enjoy them! Tagging: @ratracechronicler​, @maple-writes​, @pen-of-roses​, and @thoughts-of-nora​!

[Image Description: A picture of a woman in an airport. She is struggling with her two children on leashes. The woman is labelled: Volt. The child on the left is laying down on the floor and is labelled: Hugo. The child on the right is running off toward the right and is labelled: Triel. The people in the background don’t even seem to notice. End Description]

[Image Description: A picture of a woman in a blue shirt staring at a woman in a yellow shirt who is holding a man in a multi-colored shirt. The woman in the yellow shirt is pointing her index and middle finger of her right hand at the woman in the blue shirt. The woman in the blue shirt is labelled: Conor. The woman in the yellow shirt is labelled: Reine. The man in the multi-colored shirt is labelled: Avery. End Description]

[Image Description: A picture of a man staring to the left with a furrowed brow and a frown. The picture is labelled: Triel seduces him, Hugo steal from him, and Volt threatens him. The man is labelled: Steve, and he is saying: “Am I a joke to you?” End Description.]

Image Description: Two pictures. A woman with dark, curly hair and wearing a black shirt is standing in an office, holding a pale blond puppy. The woman is labelled: Volt, and the puppy is labelled: Triel and Hugo. In the first picture, the woman says: “I’ve only had Triel and Hugo for 1 day.” And in the second picture, she says: “But if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.” End Description.]

[Image Description: A picture of a man staring to the left with a furrowed brow and a frown. The picture is labelled: Hugo is trying to have a heartfelt goodbye, but Triel interrupts him. The man is labelled: Hugo, and he is saying: “Am I a joke to you?” End Description.]

[Image Description: Four frames with text above them. The text above them says: Triel asks something about their past that they should know if they were from here. The four frames show the same woman progressively looking around while white math symbols float around her head. The woman is labelled: Scorpio and Syl. End Description.]

[Image Description: Two people in a hallway with a checkered floor. The person on the right is wearing a multi-colored shirt, jeans, and red tennis shoes, and the person is blurry and running away from the person on the left. The person on the left is wearing dark clothes and white tennis shoes, and the person is floating. The person on the right is labelled: Scorpio and Syl. The person on the left is labelled: Triel, insisting that there’s something odd about them and their stories. End Description.]

[Image Description: A picture of a man staring through some blinds and smiling wide. The picture is labelled: Hugo dramatically says goodbye to Volt. The man is labelled: Triel, about to make a grand entrance. End Description.]

[Image Description: Two pictures. In the top picture, a man with glasses and in a yellow dress shirt with a striped tie is smiling and looking ahead. There is a woman wearing a sweater standing behind him and staring ahead. The man is labelled: Hugo, minding his own business. The woman is labelled: Triel and her big hat. In the second picture, the man has looked around and sees the woman behind him, and the woman is staring up at him. The man is saying: “F**k”, and the man is labelled: Hugo, and the woman is labelled: Triel. End Description.]

[Image Description: Four panels, each showing Gru from Despicable Me detailing a plan on a white board, and in the last panel he looks at the board with concern. Gru is labelled: Triel. In the top left panel, the white board is labelled: I recruit some tributes. In the top right panel, the board is labelled: We gather to try to escape from the arena. And in the bottom two panels, the board is labelled: My plans completely fail. End Description.]