#assignments due and whatnot

[fridayyy-13th]

^ live footage of me rn

[welcometogrouchland]

We're so fucking back guys

[steddieas-shegoes]

for @thefreakandthehair (and @vecnuthy and @wormdebut while we’re at it) because sometimes you help a baseball player through French class so they can stay on the team and then they end up on the Savannah bananas and you decide to put the fictional men into situations about it *shrugs*

Eddie was going to have to transfer out of this class. This was one of his easiest classes and it was filled with every jock on campus attempting to fill their foreign language requirement with French.

And they were all failing. And annoying. And obnoxious.

And a few of them were also hot.

But Eddie wasn’t gonna focus on that!

He was gonna finish today’s assignment and then head straight to the advising office to find another class that worked with his work schedule.

“Hey,” the guy next to him whispered as the teacher droned on about conjugating verbs. “Do you have any idea what the fuck the homework was?”

Eddie turned to glare at the person, but his face dropped when he noticed who it was.

The campus celebrity: Steve Harrington.

Couldn’t quite make it on the college baseball team, but managed to make the sort-of professional, but mostly joke team Hawkins Hooligans.

Eddie didn’t like sports, never had. He could appreciate that it took skill and whatnot, but he didn’t care much to watch it or make celebrities of people who were just really good at one very specific thing usually involving some kind of ball. But he could appreciate a joke. And this team had jokes.

Steve was actually apparently good enough to play pro, had even been scouted by the MLB his senior year of high school. One week before his professional tryout, he tore a muscle in his shoulder, had to sit for three months and had to do physical therapy for another three, and voila! No pro ball for him. No college either since he missed spring training.

But he still had skill, and he still had a father with a lot of pull in the business, even if it wasn’t quite enough to get him on the Yankees or whatever.

So he was biding his time on the Hooligans until next year when he could try out for the college team again, maybe increase his chances of a real pro career.

Eddie definitely hadn’t watched videos of him during their first few games of the season where they faced the Indy Idols and the Chicago Charades.

He definitely hadn’t gotten a weird flutter in his stomach when Steve had been the one to lip sync to Hot For Teacher while pretending his bat was a guitar.

He definitely didn’t have a crush on Steve.

“Uh. Dude?” Steve asked him again, shaking him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah. It was the study guide for the first quiz. Not due until next class though,” he whispered back.

“Oh. Thanks.”

Eddie turned his attention back to the professor, not really needing to pay attention since he already knew quite a bit of French.

A tap on his shoulder made him yelp, and the entire room turned to him. He waved apologetically before turning to Steve with a murderous look.

“What?” He hissed out.

“Do you understand this?”

“Yes and you probably would too if you stopped talking to me.”

Eddie was ignoring the voice in his head screaming at him to let Steve keep talking to him for as long as he wanted.

“I don’t think that’s it,” Steve huffed before sitting back in his seat and folding his arms across his chest. He mumbled something else that sounded like ‘I’m just stupid’ but Eddie couldn’t be 100% sure.

“A lot of this stuff is just English spelled a little differently.” Eddie sighed. “You could almost definitely figure it out if you took some notes.”

“Yeah, probably.”

Eddie’s brows scrunched together as he glanced at Steve’s red face.

Hm. There was definitely something to unpack here.

“You can borrow mine if you want,” Eddie offered as he watched the professor switch slides on the presentation. “I don’t really need them until the final.”

“Oh!” Steve sounded genuinely surprised by his offer, like he hadn’t been basically asking for help only a moment ago. “You don’t have to do that. I mean, it wouldn’t do much good for me anyway.”

“What do you mean?” Steve had Eddie’s full attention now.

“I’m. I-“ Steve sighed. “I’m dyslexic, man. Reading’s hard for me.”

Well, fuck. Eddie felt like an asshole now.

“Oh.” Eddie looked down at his scribbled notes, cringing at the thought of someone else trying to read them, let alone someone who already struggled with reading from a printed page. “Yeah, my handwriting is shit so it’d probably be useless to you. Shit, it’s almost useless to me.”

Steve snorted, immediately covering his mouth to avoid any more noise from escaping. Eddie could see he was still smiling though. His eyes were very expressive.

“Don’t you have accommodations?” Eddie asked him.

“Nah, my dad doesn’t believe it’s a problem.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Said I just need to focus more and it’ll ‘work itself out.’”

“He sounds like he’s a lot of fun at parties.”

Steve snorted again. “Yeah, a blast.”

“So you aren’t a natural at French?”

Steve shook his head. “I’m barely a natural at English.”

“I could help you?” Eddie was an idiot. An idiot with a crush on someone who would never be interested in anything he had to offer except tutoring.

“Help me? You’d help me?” Steve seemed eager, maybe a little desperate.

Eddie kinda liked that.

“I mean, yeah. If you’re actually willing to put in the work and not expect me to just do the work for you.”

Steve smiled. God, that was a nice smile. Eddie was absolutely fucked.

“I work well with a reward system,” he smirked. “If you’re willing.”

Eddie’s eyes widened momentarily as the realization sunk in that he’d just been flirted with.

By Steve Harrington.

“Oh, I can definitely work with that.”

Steve nodded once, grinned at Eddie as he picked up his pen and ripped off a small piece of his unused notebook paper. He scribbled something down and folded it once before handing it to Eddie.

“Let me know when I need to show up, Eds.”

Eddie unfolded the paper and nearly dropped it.

Stevie H. 555-555-0086 My dorm at 7? No clothes required

When Eddie looked back up, Steve was facing the front, seemingly paying attention to the lecture.

Eddie quickly pulled his phone from his pocket and put Steve’s contact info in. He could wait until after class to send him a text. He could.

Instead, he typed out something quick to hold them both over until later.

Studying naked is my favorite thing 😉

Steve’s knee nudged against his in response.

Maybe Eddie wouldn’t take that trip to advising after all.

And if he was featured on the next TikTok for the Hawkins Hooligans, with Steve fake serenading him in the stands, nobody had to know he didn’t really like sports.

He liked Steve, though. Even when Steve actually managed to play real competitive baseball. Even when Steve managed to get a spot on the Cubs.

Especially when Steve proposed to him during a game in maybe the worst recorded French of all time.

[rinkkuma]

୨୧ JUJUSTU HIGH CAMPUS CRUSHES

ft. satoru gojo, yuta okkotsu, suguru geto, yuuji itadori, & megumi fushiguro

tags. highschool au, (but could be viewed as college kinda) gn!reader, a bit of cussing, all fluff ! / author's note. got a little carried away but its fine… :3

SATORU is everyone's hallway crush, you included. luckily for you, he was in one of your classes. he sat a few seats in front of you that gave you the perfect view that allowed you to look at him, and not get caught staring. (but you've almost gotten caught on multiple occasions due to him whipping his head around like he could feel your stare he could) one day to your surprise, (or horror) your teacher switched seats for the new semester and he was sitting next to you. the second your teacher said his and your name, your heart started racing so fast. it didn't help when you sat down next to him and your heart started to pound out of your chest. you were afraid that he could hear it. and oh my god, was he ten times more handsome up close. your first impression of his personality, was.. not good. he was ever so slightly annoying (teasing you and whatnot) and asked you for a pencil. every. goddamn. day. the first few times you've handed him a pencil without really acknowledging it. but days turned into weeks of him asking you for a pencil. (it's actually his master plan, and he thinks since you've held the pencil before and now he's holding it, it's like indirectly holding hands with you!) he was a little shit to be honest, but at least that could help you cover your crush on him anyway.

YUTA has to bear the misfortune of having no classes with you. the poor boy never even sees you in the hallways during passing period either. no classes, no passing you in the halls—nothing. the only time he's ever seen you was during orientation. but the fact that your friends with maki, tells him he still has a little luck. although you and maki aren't in the same friend group, she still occasionally finds you during lunch to chat with you. since maki knows that yuta has a tiny crush on you, she lets him tag along whenever she visits you. you immediately light up when you see maki, waving to her with a smile, but when you see yuta, you visibly tense up. you had seen him in a few of maki's instagram posts and couldn't help but think he was maybe, a tiny bit cute. however, you quickly compose yourself as maki catches you up on anything in her life, and you catch her up on yours. when you smiled or laughed at whatever maki had just said, (he wasn't listening to a single word that came out of either of your mouths) yuta melted. your smile, was so so cute. and your laugh, he could listen to it all day. maybe yuta will engage in the conversation next time, to be the one to make you laugh.

SUGURU is your out-of-this world handsome deskmate. you've been sitting next to him since the first day, (since your teacher actually assigned seats) and oh my god. not only does he have the looks, he's also a gentleman, a sweetheart, and everything in between. lends you pencils or paper whenever you need it, always grabs materials for the two of you if you ever need to get out of your seat to get them, and walks you to your next class. one day though while the two of you were walking to your class after lunch, a boy with white hair who was roughly around the same height as suguru, came up to him and mumbled something along the lines of, “so, when are you gonna ask them out?” as he wiggled his eyebrows. maybe you misheard, but either way your heart started pounding. suguru gives the boy an annoyed, eyes-wide open look and pushes him away before laughing and apologizing for him. (he was secretly praying that you did not hear any of that) suguru thinks that satoru has teased him enough about his deskmate, and maybe he really should ask you out soon.

YUUJI is the boy in your math who can't help but stare at you in class. he's might or might not have been caught by you a few times but hey, you think he's cute too. and since he's too busy staring at you, he has no clue what is going on in class. what does this mean? it's a perfect opportunity for him to ask you to help him! one day after class, he enthusiastically asked you to help him with a few practice problems, (there was a quiz coming up, so he hoped he didn't look obvious) and you agreed. you were going to finally talk to the boy who you had been crushing on for the past couple months, but you could totally mess up your first impression. what if you weren't a good enough tutor? what if— oh. that didn't matter anymore because before you knew it, the day you had scheduled to tutor him had arrived. to your surprise, he's early and already sitting at a table in your school library with all of his materials out. truth be told, he was freaking out in his head and just wanted to look organized and prepared with all of his things already out. after setting your things down and pulling out your materials, you begin to teach him the concept—oh my god. yuuji cannot pay attention for the life of him right now because of your voice. it's so soothing that he doesn't break out of this trance until you whisper yell his name about 10 times. he realizes he so has a massive crush on you.

MEGUMI was the quiet (but cute!) boy who got paired up with you during a group project. fortunately for you, he was the type to actually pull their weight in a group project rather than just letting the other person do all the work and taking credit for it. you couldn't help but notice that he was kinda, sorta cute as well. and maybe you've tried finding him on social media, but ended up being too scared to follow him. he surprisingly still talked to you even after you finished the project, and even paired up with you willingly from that point on. he seemingly got more comfortable around you and started opening up and talking more. he cracked jokes every once in a while, which if you were being honest with yourself weren't that funny, but you laugh anyway. a few months into the school year, megumi realizes that he might just have a crush on you. he was always looking forward to class with you, and he swore he felt butterflies in his stomach whenever you walked into class. megumi starts to wonder if he should start asking his friends for advice..

[telephoniii]

YOU’RE LOVE IS MAGNETIC… literally

☆彡 in which you drink a magnetic potion

Riddle Rosehearts x GN!Reader

Word Counter: 1.6K

Warnings: Reader is Prefect, possible OOC

A/N: We love Mr. Riddle Height-Doesn’t-Matter Rosehearts in this house!! I hope you enjoy :>

In your defense, mostly everything on Trey’s grocery list is edible.

When you were running errands for him, you couldn't help but be curious about an unlabeled drink he needed. It was a fun color! And it was pretty cheap too. So, naturally, you bought another one for yourself to try.

After dropping off the groceries, you popped that bad boy open and took a few sips.

It had a fruity taste that reminded you of strawberries. The taste made you think of Riddle and those strawberry tarts he adored. Since you were already in Heartsbyul, you figured it’d be nice to stop by and say hi to the housewarden.

“Oh, Prefect, it's nice to see you. Did you need something?” Riddle greeted, not expecting to see you. You seemed more cheery than usual, making Riddle smile. “I was just in the area and whatnot. What’re you up to?”

He opened his room door wider, allowing you to step in. “I’m studying. Professor Trein assigned my class a test this Friday due to a few troublemakers.” Riddle explained as he walked towards the desk in his room.

Stacks of books laid upon it which made you wonder, “How long have you been studying?”

Riddle glanced towards his bedside clock. “Approximately 3 hours.” You nearly choked. “3 hours? That's pretty admirable. I think I’d be out after 30 minutes.” The boy gave you an unamused look, raising a brow. “That’s not enough time to effectively review the material in a few days. I hope Ace isn't rubbing off on you.”

You gave the housewarden a small shrug and grin. “I don't think Ace studies at all.” He let out a tired sigh in response, the very thought of Ace just stressing him out already. With a sympathetic look, you lightly rubbed Riddle’s shoulder.

“Well, on the bright side, at least Ace is passing?” Your attempt to comfort him was mediocre at best. A better idea appeared in your mind. With your free hand— the other still resting on Riddle’s shoulder— you pulled out that fruity drink you had bought. “I saw this on Trey’s grocery list and got one for myself. It's some juice thing I think? I’m pretty sure you’ll like it! Try some.”

Riddle looked at you like you were crazy. “Prefect…” His hand flickered between you and the half-empty bottle in your hand. “You are aware that’s a magnetic potion, correct?” You froze.

…What? “Don’t tell me you actually drank that, Prefect.” Riddle’s tone was a mix of concern and disbelief.

“I…uhhh…” You gave him a sorry smile which was met with a displeased face. “You shouldn't go drinking random potions, I expected you to know better—” Riddle continued to lecture you as you realized a bigger problem… You couldn't take your hand off his shoulder.

“Uh huh… Yeah…” You mumbled, trying to nod along to what he was saying as you attempted to pull your hand away from him with no success. “And… and… Prefect?” Riddle murmured as he caught on to what was happening.

“What potion did you say it was again?” You cautiously asked with a nervous chuckle. Riddle paled. “…Let’s go find Professor Crewel.” You simply nodded in response.

Maneuvering out of his room with your hand stuck to his shoulder was oddly difficult as the two of you tried to avoid any other part of you touching. The way your hand was positioned was uncomfortable at best and cramping at worst. Yet, no matter how hard you pulled, it wouldn't come off of Riddle’s shoulder.

Riddle looked just as conflicted, quickly recognizing your discomfort. He tried to think of a way to put you in a more comfortable position before you two went on into the hallways. You couldn't help but admire how he looked when he was thinking. That small pout on his lips was adorable. You wished your eyes were a camera.

You then watched as his cheeks began to flush a hue of red. At first, you worried it was out of frustration from the situation before you recognized that his expression looked more… embarrassed.

Riddle slowly turned to you, his lip lightly quivering. “…Would it be more comfortable if I carried you?” You blinked in surprise. “You know we might be stuck in that position if you carry me, right? Meaning, yknow… you’d be stuck carrying me for a while?”

With a shake of the head, you argued against the idea. “I don't want your arms to go sore or anything. I’ll deal with the hand cramp and weird position.” At those words, a glint of determination appeared in Riddle’s eyes. He took it as a challenge.

“I’ll be fine, believe me.” He hummed, suddenly very motivated to do so. A hint of red still tinted his cheeks, though it had calmed down. Hesitantly, you agreed. Riddle can be pretty stubborn when he’s set on something.

You were still worried considering his stature. Compared to a lot of the other NRC students, physical strength didn't seem like his strong suit. “Jump and I’ll catch you on the count of three… 1… 2…”

As you were instructed, you jumped as he said three and tightly closed your eyes. Your nerves were going haywire. Unexpectedly, you were securely caught by him. Huh. You open your eyes with a tiny sigh of relief before you realize you wrapped your free hand around his neck. And now you can't remove it. Riddle seemed flustered by the touch, clearly not expecting it but not commenting as he cleared his throat.

“I’ve got my pen on me, I’m wielding a spell to make carrying you easier.” He explained, averting his eyes to the side. You nodded, a smile finding its way onto your lips. Riddle was pretty charming from this view.

With you now in his arms, you began to walk to Professor Crewel’s room. Any weird looks were ignored by Riddle.

Riddle wasn't one for lying but… “The prefect hurt their leg. I’m taking them to the health office.” …Is what he answered to any questions about why he was carrying you. Thank Sevens that Crewel’s office wasn't too far from Heartsbyul.

“Quite the position you're in, pups.” Professor Crewel hummed, hands folded on his desk as he looked between the two of you. “I believe I've got a method of separating the two of you. However, the potion itself doesn't go away till the end of the day.”

You grimaced at the thought of magnetically connecting to different people like this. Riddle subtly held you closer. Professor Crewel turned his gaze toward you. “I suggest isolation. Go to Ramshackle and don't let anyone else in, lest you want to end up like this again. Understood?”

“Understood.” You murmured back. Crewel got up from his seat, swiftly grabbing ingredients off a few shelves and tossing them into a potion pot. You watched with curiosity, tilting your head to the side. Sensing your interest, Riddle moved a bit so you could have a better view of what Crewel was doing.

Soon enough, the professor was stirring a pot filled to the brim with a glowing, light blue concoction. With a satisfied hum, Crewel grabbed a yardstick and shoved it in there; making sure the majority of it was covered in the mixture.

“This might burn a little!” He announced. In a blink of an eye, he stuck the stick between you and Riddle. You yelped at the feeling. It felt like you just touched a hot iron. The heat slowly faded away and became bearable in a matter of seconds. Riddle had a similar reaction, a frown blatant on his face.

“So, how long until—” You were cut off as your back hit the floor. Hard. Riddle’s eyes widened. “Prefect! Are you alright!?” You let out a small groan before standing up and brushing off the dirt. “Mhm. Peachy. Just— argh, wasn't expecting the rough landing.” Professor Crewel let out an amused laugh. “Let that be a lesson— don't drink unlabeled potions. Or most potions, period. I understand you come from a different world, but it seems like common sense. Naughty pup.”

You frowned but nodded. “Got it, professor.” Crewel went to put away the materials he used, cleaning off the yardstick. Riddle stretched out his arms a bit. Just as he was about to head back to Heartsbyul—“Hey, Riddle?” Turning to face you, Riddle tilted his head.

“Yes, Prefect?” You flashed him a sincere smile. “Thanks for carrying me. Maybe you could do it again— under better circumstances obviously. That was nice.”

Riddle felt his face heat up once more, stuttering over his words. “I-I… Y-You’re very welcome, Prefect…”

Internally, he couldn't help but wish for the opportunity to hold you again too.

.

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BONUS

Riddle tapped his pen against the desk, staring at the book in front of him. You invaded his mind during his study time; you and that stupidly cute smile of yours.

He couldn't help but reminisce on how it felt to carry you. Intelligence over brawn has always been his go-to, though it felt strangely nice to be able to support you in that way.

He let out a sigh. Perhaps that was enough studying for tonight. It didn't seem like it was very productive anyway. As he got up, a small ding caught his attention. His eyes darted towards his phone as he raised a brow. Who could that be at this hour?

CATER; aren't u 2 the cutest little luv birds!! **two images attached

Looks like more eyes were on him than he thought when he was carrying you through the hallways… He very discretely saves those photos on his phone.

And one of those photos may or may not be his lock screen.

[love-jelly]

THE VALIDATION.

sypnosis: precious, sweet choso would never ever deny you in any way, always opting to let you do whatever you wanted for your own entertainment and satisfaction, even if it includes giving you his heart and body.

contents: tutor!choso, sub!choso, dom!reader, pet names (choso: cutie, baby, bubs, darling, pretty prince, good boy | reader: mommy), dirty talk, hair pulling (m!receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex (does this even count idk), choso is desperate for some puthy (YOUR puthy), overstimulation (m!receiving), praise kink

word count: 1.4k+

a/n: based on this idea by @hotlinemurder ! tysm to maki for blessing my tl with this idea and i hope i did it justice !! hope u enjoy !! minors dni. ageless / blank / minor blogs will be blocked if seen interacting!

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choso tutors you every wednesday and friday afternoon from twelve pm to two pm every other week in the university library. a timeline you both come up with to nicely accommodate both of your schedules- him with his studies and you with your parties and whatnot. not to say you don’t focus on school, you do, life’s just easier when you can ignore all the pending assignments that are due at 11:59pm and all the teachers that seemingly have it out for you.

but choso is sweet, unnecessarily so even when you try to quietly yawn at his rambling that seems to bounce off the walls of the study room you two rented. even when you start doodling in your notebook, when you’re supposed to be writing down what he’s trying to teach you. life is just more fun when you let go, something you’re sure choso doesn’t know how to do when you don’t show him how to.

choso is a straight-a student and tutor, teaching you topics better than any of your professors on the surface. but when you have him in the palm of your hand, with actions that are only a little suggestive? you’ll surely have him fucking you better than any of them too.

a few taps from the tip of a black pen on your notebook shakes you from your thoughts, choso gazing at you with concern evident in his eyes and a cute frown.

“you do know midterms are two weeks away, right?” the concerned lilt in his tone is cute but not cute enough for you to really care, knowing you would rather be doing anything else than studying calculus four.

you look up and smile apologetically, “sorry, cutie, but partial differentiation of functions is not on my mind right now.”

he blushes softly at the pet name but holds his ground, “but you didn’t come to any lecture last week. these questions are gonna be on the exam, you have to know them.”

you stand up, going behind him to undo the two buns he keeps atop his head, “‘s alright, i have you, don’t i?” the locks of hair unravel like a pretty present as you massage the mop around, evening the spread of his pretty brown hair.

“that’s why i’m trying to teach you right now but you won’t even listen,” he softly whines in slight protest, distracted by the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair.

“i have a better idea- don’t you wanna have fun?” you twist yourself onto his lap, thighs fitting atop his as you straddle him. you twist your hand into a fist to garner a hold of his hair, pulling it back to lift his head to expose his pretty wide eyes.

“b-but-” he stammers, moving his head to the side to avoid your eye contact, not sure what excuse to use. you roughly pull his hair again to force him to face you again, a mewl falling from his lips.

you cut him off with a soft voice, “you want me to stop?” you press chaste kisses to his jaw and throat, leaving an especially hard one on his adam’s apple, a soft sigh slipping out from his mouth.

he groans, unable to find an answer in his now-muddled brain. “please-”

precious, sweet choso would never ever deny you in any way, always opting to let you do whatever you wanted for your own entertainment and satisfaction, even if it includes giving you his heart and body.

“please what, baby?” you smile lightly, knowing he would always give into pleasure, give into you. 

“please make me cum,” his usual honeyed, deep voice is exchanged for a separate breathy, higher tone that’s reserved for your ears and your ears alone.

“all you had to say, bubs,” you lightly grind your core to his hardening, twitching cock, that seemingly was begging for some sort of stimulation that could help relieve the hot bubble that was forming in his lower belly.

something between a whine and a groan erupts from choso’s lips as you go in for another kiss, you swallowing up his sounds by connecting your lips.

“we’re in the library, darling. remember to be quiet, ‘kay?” you remind him with a sweet smile as if you weren’t the reason for his loud volume.

he whimpers, “s-sorry, mommy, please-” he chokes out, “c-can i put it in?”

you reach down and pull his cock out of his pants and give it a few jerks. “do you deserve it?”

choso scrunches his face in pleasure, eyes shut and lips wet with both his and your saliva. he manages to open his eyes a bit and breathe out, “yes- yes i do- please?” his brown orbs plead with you for stimulation- for pleasure- for mercy.

“put it in then, show me how desperate you are for me,” his fingers are fumbling around, pushing your skirt up and realizing you’re wearing his favorite lacy violet panties underneath, he groans quietly to himself admiring the wet spot on it for a second. set back on his prior mission, he pushes his cock into your panties, creating a large wet spot as he humps the scratchy material to find pleasure.

“my pretty prince, right? look at you, you just wanna get off, huh? i’ll let you use my pussy- so you better use it well.”

“thank- you, mommy,” he mewls softly before aligning himself with your hole. he quickly shoves it in- catching you off guard, forcing a hiss and moan from your lips that he quickly shuts up with a kiss that you dominate early on.

his hands have you in a vice-like grip that’s sure to leave bruises, holding you a few inches above his own body as his hips uncontrollably rut up into you, balls slapping on your buttcheeks.

“f-fuck- what would your parents say about this, huh? their p-precious little boy so desperate to cum inside of a woman?” you bite his earlobe, moaning directly into it, only serving to make choso’s dick impossibly harder.

“do-don’t-”

“don’t what, bubs? don’t tell your parents? but with how much you c-cum inside me, won’t we have to tell them when we have a b-baby?” you chortle in his ear, his face tinted red from embarrassment but still rutting up into you, desperately searching for release that feels so close with the way you’re clenching around him, still wanting to cum inside you as if it was his lifes goal.

“c-can’t- please- please let me cum inside.” he nearly sobs, his orgasm feeling like it’s approaching.

“don’t stop, don’t stop. you’re doing so so good for me, bubs. keep going- just a bit more, you’re almost there, baby,” you whisper into his ear, keenly aware of the effect your words have on him.

“please, please, please- let me-” 

“you wanna cum? you wanna cum in me? give your parents a grandbaby? you want that huh- you want your parents to know what a dirty whore you are for wet pussy- my wet pussy? come, come inside me.” your filthy words spill out of your mouth and into his flushed ear like whispers of an eternal bliss in hell.

a chain of “yes”s leave his lips in needy murmurs as he nears his climax. his thrusts into you become shorter and sloppier as you hug him closer, quieting your own moans by putting forth effort in marking up his neck.

a long, languid moan is ripped out from choso’s chest with his hips still rutting into you, albeit slower now, steadily fucking his cum into you, although his cock is still semi-hard. “let me- let me make you cum, please?”

you breathily laugh, “keep fucking me, baby, i’m almost there.”

choso continues his actions through strained movements, overstimulating himself, still roughly but quietly moaning through his own pain and pleasure. pulling you closer and staring at your pretty face filled with pleasure, he seems to be mesmerized by every feature on your face that contorts to prove that you were finding as much bliss in this as he is.

“fuck, i’m close, baby. gonna make me cum? make me cum,” choso quickens his pace, grunting in exertion. with a hand slapped over your mouth to hold back your shriek, you cum, spasming around his cock. fucking you through your orgasm, choso whines. he was so focused on making you cum that he didn’t realize he was nearing his second orgasm and with one last thrust into you, he spills a second load into you.

“good boy, choso. you did so well,” your validation makes him feel tingles all around his stomach, butterflies awakening in his stomach.

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a/n: honestly i hate this n i felt like it was WAY too fast paced. BUT i promised a fic so here's one amidst my busy schedule :') life stop fucking me in the ass when :/ thank you for reading !!!

[levvthan]

his apprentice. | dottore x m! reader

NSFW CONTENT BELOW - MDNI

words: 8,308

summary: "Terms and conditions, page 6." He took a brief moment to peer back down at you, grin wider than ever. "I acknowledge and consent to any assignments prepared by Il Dottore which may involve living organisms, such as humans, animals or oneself will be seen through and finalised."

By the Tsaritsa's orders, not much to Dottore's liking, you where sent to work under his wing acting as his apprentice.

!! content: masochism, pain, oral sex, anal sex, multiple orgasms, smut, recorded sex, mentions of needles, razors, self-harm

"Scalpel." Dottore asked you to hand him the blade on the metal tray you grasped in your hands.

Deep in concentration, he was working on a patient, a deceased patient with perfect organs to be specific. Unfortunately, 046 had only recently passed away due to... a 'self-injury'. At least, that's what it said on paper. It wasn't in Dottore's best interest to allow the other harbingers, and of course the fair Tsaritsa herself, catch wind that his patients where committing suicide. There's no problem in bending the truth, right? As a result, he noted on his documents that the patient had suffered from a grave wound, and that 046 where ruined goods who needed to be put down. And of course, he did not fail to mention that the patient where now to be farmed for there organs. 

You on the other hand, also shared a significant interest in science with the Doctor. Had already been affiliated with the Fatui for a while, you'd finally gained the Tsaritsa's attention. Aside from your usual duties acting as a informant, experimenting with chemicals and whatnot on the side became one of your most profound hobbies. The Tsaritsa became so fascinated with your work that she ordered you to work under Dottore's wing, acting as his apprentice. Though with this being said, Biology was not your strong suit. Yes, you where intelligent but never made it far enough to practice in more of a professional setting. Even so, you where indeed captivated by the human body, how it works, its functions and even death. This was the perfect opportunity for you to extend your knowledge, able to watch Dottore's sleigh of hand work away at the carcass.

"I won't ask you again. Scalpel, now." Dottore promptly clicked his fingers, ushering you to concentrate on his face when he leaned up. Blood painted his frame, head to torso. The only thing keeping his face clean was the flimsy surgical mask he was wearing, he tore it down below his chin - his stance telling you that he was irritated. It seemed that you did that a lot actually.

"Hmm.. are you sure? Wouldn't a larger blade prove beneficial?" 

"Who are you to question me?" His voice raised as it bounced off of the labs walls, yet you didn't flinch, you didn't even move, you remained stoic with a raised eyebrow as you did as he instructed. This particularly bothered him, not the handing of the tool but how unbothered you where. Silently judging him. Not even intimidated by his presence. By all means, he never wanted an apprentice or an assistant though he could not refuse the Tsaritsa's orders. Deep down it had damaged his ego, but that was to not ever be revealed. 

"You really do get on my fucking nerves." Dottore grimaced, raising his medical mask with scalpel now in his hand. He turned back to his patient, only just to turn again to face you.

Archons, you really knew how to get under his skin. There where a lot of ways on how you did it, you never made conversation unless the topic was something snide. Never even defending yourself when he'd call you every name under Teyvats sun. If you where to put your finger on it, what irritated Dottore the most was the fact that he couldn't distinguish if you really where just an irritating asshole, or if it was just a facade you put on just to displease him.

"My apologies, sir. May you care to explain? I'm not sure how I have annoyed you." An innocent question really, raising an eyebrow and tipping your head at an angle.

To be quite frank, he was stunned that you had talked back to him. Though he knew he shouldn't be as it was practically the norm with you now. But he hadn't grown used to it, he always made sure he had the final word with everyone. But with you, it was more complicated. You loved to snap back, to push him further. Shifting his gaze to glare at you with his piercing eyes, hand on his hip as he ripped off his mask this time and balled it in his fist.

"You love this don't you? You absolutely adore testing my patience!"

Of course you where aware of what you where doing, you made him seethe but his reactions always amused you as per usual.

"Doctor, I am now merely just observing you work and asking questions." A sly smile formed on your face, absolutely irking him.

The Doctor huffed, that was it, he was done with you for the day. Instructing one of his clones to fill in and tutor you other than himself, so that he could retreat to his other duties aside from dealing with you for the day. Archons, if you could laugh as hard as ever right then you would of. He looked borderline enraged. Who where you to come down here under his will, and irritate him to the point where he couldn't even concentrate? A thorn in his side, a distraction to his work. Yet despite his complaints, the Tsaritsa firmly insisted he was to tutor you as long as deemed fit.

"May I remind you that Tsaritsa did mention that you where the only one eligible to tutor me, not your clones." You observed as he removed his surgical gloves, the rubber slapping together as he snapped them off as it filled the thick silence. He brought his fingers to pierce his bridge atop his nose, jaw forcefully clenched. 

"Confirm just one thing for me first, L/N." Dottore sighed raising a finger, "Do you achieve anything by witnessing my frustration with you?"

"The only thing I'd like to achieve is success. By being your apprentice I'll be able to do this, surely?" 

A strain of curses left Dottore's mouth. Watching his every twitch of annoyance as he marched away, the tall wooden doors what lead from the lab to a corridor where shoved open as quickly as they had slammed shut. Though it wasn't a bother, it just proved your point that he was unstable. Success. With your tutoring session being cut short perhaps it was time to turn in for the night, you had been watching him hack away at that carcass for a while now anyway.

The room you had been allocated wasn't too far from Dottore's personal chambers actually, given that the building was massive. Plus, the space was pretty nice. Fancy patterns where engraved into the wood panelling along the walls, a cold hue of many different shades of blue resembling Snezhnaya and it's snowy plains. You had made some minor adjustments though, some houseplants and a small work station setup in the corner. Not to mention, your bed was extra comfortable with multiple fluffy blankets and feathered pillows. In the night, when it was extra cold, you had no need for a heater when cuddling up underneath your duvet would suffice.

You closed the door behind you, taking off your shoes as to not get the floor dirty. Sighing as you finally had some privacy, it was time to unwind as you grabbed a few towels and a bottle of your favourite wine. One of Dottore's clones, Zander to be specific, had gifted it you the other day - knowing it was your favourite. You had grown accustomed to living like this for the past three months, it was luxurious to say the least. Not only did you have a expensive bedroom, but also your own en-suit.

As you went to run your bath, your mind lingered on the former conflicts you've experienced with Dottore. You only but giggled when you recalled the horrifying look on his face when the Tsaritsa had first informed him of her plans. To say the topic pissed him off was an understatement, his whines and complaint where like music to your ears. It was funny really, you loved seeing him all worked up and irked by your presence. That man was smug, a know it all. The satisfaction was empowering to you really, knowing you could go as far as you liked and he couldn't even do anything about it. 'Oh I was just asking a question Doctor', 'My apologies if I have upset you, Doctor', 'Being my tutor I thought you'd have more patience with me.'.

Bubbles and steam began to rise within the bathtub which was when you undressed yourself, setting your glass of wine to the side. Wandering over to the mirror, you dropped your shirt onto the bathrooms chilly floor. Gazing at your figure, your finger traced the scars on your chest, eyes peering down at the smaller ones coating your thighs. All in places where no one could see, having a particularly nasty one just beneath your peck. You wondered what Dottore would say if he saw them. There where too many to claim that they where battle scars, including the placement seemed far too calculated. Would he be concerned? Would he comfort you? Though, you didn't harm yourself because you where sad. In fact, you loved pain. Just a little cut, bruise or even a harsh squeeze when you touched yourself at night was enough to make you cum. Perhaps, tonight was one of those nights.

Settling in your hot bath, you hadn't failed to bring a little tool along with your wine in order to make your evening alone more pleasurable. A small, light incision was made on your chest. Hand already wrapped around your hard cock, you began to stroke yourself gently. Teasing, your mind wandered back to Dottore. The way his brows furrowed as he worked, the way his hands moved so elegantly, the way he shouted at you and called you horrible names. All his failed attempted to make you feel like shit, his words unknowingly fuelled your desire for him. Replaying your thoughts as if it was a movie, your hand worked faster as you pictured that he was the one tugging on your cock. You thought about what he would say if he where to find out you where touching yourself, imagining him nude as he loomed over your smaller frame. He would definitely laugh at you, calling you a pathetic whore while degrading you further. Faint whines and whimpers passed between your lips, your face became flushed as you pressed down harshly on the open wound you had inflicted on yourself moments prior. You moaned out his name as he still lingered on your mind as you reached your high. Cum painting your chest, you let out a shaky breath before sinking lower into the warmth of the bath. 

With that being done, you cleaned yourself off promptly after relaxing for a little while longer and finishing off your wine. It tasted unusual to say the least, a slightly sour aftertaste. Swirling the glass, you peered down at the remaining drops filling it. Strange, it usually tasted rich and tannic. Had that bastards clone gifted you stale wine? But how could that even be possible, unless the bottle had been opened beforehand?

There wasn't much else to do other than take yourself to bed and ponder, skin now soft, you began to feel rather sluggish. Silk button up pyjamas, your feet touched the icy wooden floor as you went to turn the light off. Room now dark, the only source of light was the moonlight what loomed through the window. Your mind still remained on Dottore and the wine, though they kept traveling further and... further away until it was submerged by fog.

Thud. 

A sharp gasp escaped your lips, a singular bright white light strained your eyes as you where abruptly awoke by having water pour down your face. The last thing you had remembered was... well fainting. Your eyes puffy, head pounding, you where in a stone cold room where Dottore normally practiced on his patients. When did you get here? Struggling, you realised your arms and legs had been restrained as you lied on top of a hard mattress. How many hours had it been? In a daze, your sluggish mind attempted to recall the events of the moments before you fell asleep, but there was nothing to remember. 

"How was your sleep, hm?" Dottore hummed, clipboard in hand. "You've been out for a while now. Seems like that wine really did the trick."

Remaining silent, his footsteps echoed as he positioned himself behind your head. You attempted to move, turning your head until you winced at a sharp pain. Bastard, you knew not him nor his damned clones where to be trusted, but a bottle of Mondstat's finest alcohol was all too tempting. All you could do was watch his calculated movements as you wriggled under the restraints. You went to curse at him, only to be denied when you noticed a cloth covering your mouth. Biting down in attempt to discard it, it was tightly fastened around your head - thus struggling was no use.

"What's wrong F/N?" He cooed as he leant down to face you, his gloved hands holding your head in place. You where truly stuck in Dottore's grasp as he loomed over you. Gazing up, he had taken off of his mask and placed it on a nearby tray. His eyes met yours, staring into your own with anticipation.

"I really should not be doing this to my dear apprentice." Taking a step back, he chuckled as he trotted along with his speech, "Though it was all too easy, I guess I just cant help myself."

By all means, it'd been common knowledge that you had a knack for being snide. You where more than aware at how it made him tick, perhaps your insufferable comments had finally pushed him too far. But you could appreciate his dedication, this was a new low - even for him. Lacing that wine with whatever he had put in it. As sadistic as he is, you'd never imagined that he would do something as crude as to drug you and strap you down to a surgical bed, like a patient. The Tsaritsa gave him strict rules and boundaries preventing him from laying a finger on you, yet he was defying the Cryo goddess herself. Yet again, you aren't one to lie about having fantasied about something like this before. But it was all too real for your liking, so it seemed.

A piercing scrape echoed through out the stone cold room. Dottore had prepared a selection of utensils what sat neatly on his metal tray. Setting them down beside you and taking his long fluffy coat off, it appeared to you that he was prepping for... an experiment. Watching intensely as he gracefully twirled a scalpel in his hand, you eyed yourself in it's reflection as he positioned it over your eyes. Though you weren't fazed, you knew he couldn't do anything to you without putting himself in a vulnerable position with the Tsaritsa.

"So, F/N. How do you like it, working for me?" He tipped his head in curiosity, allowing you to answer by removing the cloth from your mouth.

"Dottore you fucking-" Slap.

His cold hand had crossed your face, leaving you utterly stunned in shock. It felt as if he had been preparing that one for a while now. Wincing, he stuffed the cloth back into your mouth much deeper this time. Practically choking on the wrenched thing, wide eyes peering up at his shit eating grin. Oh yes, he was enjoying this already.

"I thought you would've been more cautious, the wine was a gift from Zander after all." He tutted, his icy fingertips stroking your chin as he observed how your brows knitted together. "Who knew you where such a sucker for liquor?" 

You didn't want to hear his ramble, yet that was the only thing you could do. He shuffled to the side, paper tray what'd been set to the side no longer remaining idle. He took the first page on his stack, eyes narrowing when you realised it turned out to be the contract you had signed months prior. Clearing his throat, his finger hovered beneath a sentence. It was hard to read from the angle you where positioned at, yet the inking was rather small so you would've struggled to read it even if you where sitting the right way up. 

"Terms and conditions, page 6." He took a brief moment to peer back down at you, his stance confident which was not a good sign at all. "I acknowledge and consent to any assignments prepared by Il Dottore which may involve living organisms, such as humans, animals or oneself will be seen through and finalised."

Gut wrenching dread turned you pale. Putting the emphasis on 'oneself', how in the hells did you miss that? A satisfying chuckle from him did not soothe your anxieties as he found glory in your disturbed expression, he knew exactly what you where thinking. His voice grew deep, his cold breath hitting your neck when he leaned down ever so closer to your skin. "Looks like someone isn't as insightful they claim they are." 

"Now, we shall begin! Unless you don't want to?" Dottore asked sincerely, taking your silence as consent knowing you couldn't respond anyway. "Oh! And I will be recording this by the way, you know the drill by now, having to document these experiment of ours for the fair lady." Directing your attention to the already setup camera atop a tripod to your left.

All he did was take in the expression you held. Full of dread, you'd seen him work before and it was far from anything pretty - he was going to torture you and he even had the audacity to record it. Did he really just want to make you suffer? To kill you? No, he could've done that already by now according to that wrenched contract. 

"I never knew you had such wonderful soft skin." He hummed in approval, raising your sleeves leaving your arms bare as the cold nipped away at them.

Your breath hitched as you felt his gloved fingers run from your wrist to your bicep. All you could do was stare forward, the glaring white light dazzled your eyes but it was far better than giving Dottore the satisfaction on watching his movements. His touch shockingly moved to something more harsh, prodding and squeezing the fat and muscle on your arm. You didn't want to admit that you where actually enjoying this, it'd been a long time since someone had touched you in this manner. 

"Now, I'm going to take a sample of your blood." Already a syringe in Dottore's hand, he tapped the tip as you took a deep breath. "No need to be tense F/N, all you need to do is relax." 

Not even giving you a warning, your eyes twitched as you felt the long needle cut through your skin. Though you couldn't help but direct your attention to watch. The syringe turned crimson, as it slowly drained blood from your arm. Meanwhile, Dottore was having his own fun watching you timidly squirm. It humoured him really, you'd been so sly - a know it all since the day you first met. Yet, now here you where caged in his grasp. He finally had you just where he wanted.

He raised the syringe from your arm, back onto his tray where he wrapped it in a small plastic bag. A small sigh escaped his lips when he stood up, only for you to tense again as his hands travelled to unbutton your shirt. Gloved hands fumbling with the buttons, the cold now nipping away at your chest rather than your arms. Torso littered with scars, your wrists where so soft yet your chest looked wicked. Shivering under Dottore's touch, watching intensely as the words you had to say remained muffled. Though it intrigued Dottore, he allowed you to speak by removing the cloth.

"What are you going to do to me?" Attempting to redirect his attention with strained breath and questions, chest rising when he retrieved a scalpel. 

Your weary tone had surprised the sadistic man stood over you, a deep callous laugh. He had only ever heard you speak in a plain manner, now he was getting somewhere. 

"Just making a few observations." He hummed, "Say, where did you get all these scars from?"

Removing his glove Dottore slowly traced the thin open wound with his slender finger you'd made yesterday, scarlet coating his fingertip as he reopened it. With anticipation, you gazed as he unexpectedly popped it into his mouth. The unexpected action left you with another surprise, blood rushing to your cock as the sense of arousal began to flow through your body. Tongue swirling while the copper taste flooded his mouth, of course he had taken note of your change in attitude. With a pop he released his finger from his mouth, a trail of saliva dribbled down his hand. 

"Would you look at that... my theory was correct all along." His voice low, deeper than you'd ever heard. Drawn out breaths, his hand made it's way closer to your pelvis.

The smug smile on his face made you want to scream, but you couldn't help but find yourself wanting to discover what was next to come. 

"Surely, you wouldn't mind? It's apart of my experiment after all." Finger hovering over the waistline of the bottom half to your nightwear. 

The pit of your stomach burned as you longed for his touch already. It was that your lust had been captured by him, touching yourself every night could never satisfy you to the fullest. No amount of fingers on your hands stuffed inside you could ever guide you astray from the true needs of wanting his cock. Yes, he knew your dirty secret, he'd known it all along. He had just been preparing for the right time to strike, the moment you where most vulnerable.

He pulled your silk pants down, your growing tent now visible in your undergarments. Dottore's crimson eyes only took but a glance, before meeting your own. 

"And only days ago you where claiming I was the sadistic one." He humiliated you, how pathetic you where under his touch. 

Your muffled whines didn't fall on deaf ears, though he kept the cloth in your mouth knowing your speech weren't to be trusted. Tugging your nightwear fully off, your body had been exposed. How twisted, his apprentice now nude beneath him with only underwear covering your most private areas. Observing the additional scarring what coated your thighs, Dottore bit his lip ever so slightly before giving one a brief squeeze. He felt how tender you where, prodding and poking with his slender fingers further as pre-cum stained the cloth covering your cock. You could've came there on the spot, face now red you never knew how much you'd wanted this.

"I've heard you, countless of times in that bathroom of yours. This place may be fancy but the walls are... rather thin." He dipped his head down to your neck, your breath hitching as his surrounded you with warmth. 

A small yet enticing lick, then nibble, until his lips sucked a sweet love bite into your neck. The next one was not so soft, much to your liking, making you whimper as you twitched under his touch. He didn't stop there, he coated your neck and collarbones until they where purple. Until you thought he was finished, he teased a dreary breath, a forceful bite as his teeth snagged at your delicate skin sent you into a paralysis of shock - eyes rolling backwards. Your cock straining, as a long interlude of whines escaped your mouth - muffled by the cloth. The warm sensation, hot and sticky, soiled your undergarments as you fell limp. Dottore only but slowly adjusted himself to observe the unexpected mess you had made, fascinating. 

"Hmm." Pondering, he stripped you of his touch as he retrieved his clipboard. "Subject is most definitely a masochist." The jotting of his pen and his slow breaths made you turn to face him, recovering from your high whilst gazing up at his frame. He finally set it to aside, before then going to remove the cloth what was now drenched in your saliva.

Dottore had half expected you to hurl harsh words at him, though to his surprise you had none to share. You only panted, licking your chin in attempted to recollect strayed spit. Sharing a short lived stare into each others eyes, the signs where already there. You both knew it, your half lidded eyes with your tent already pitched after a small breather.

"Oh, you're a dirty little thing aren't you?" He let out a length chuckle, which you adored as it sent lustful shivers down your spine. "Are you sure you haven't humiliated yourself enough already? This video is going to be reviewed by the Tsaritsa after all."

Eager nods, fully submit. With all due respect, damn the Tsaritsa. You where enjoying this far too much now, what's the harm in experimenting a little further? 

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Your eager nods had not gone unnoticed, though Dottore couldn't but help chuckle at the state of you. Who knew you could be persuaded this easily? Only your tutor of course, he wasn't one to be toyed with and you had clearly been too naïve to realise. Now he has you wrapped around his finger, fully submit underneath his will. 

"Tell me, F/N, why did you really want to work down here? Far far away from civilisation, surely there's more to it." Dottore lingered around you, observing your withering state. "There's far more efficient courses above land, such as the Sumeru's Akademiya, or maybe even Liyue."

A genuine question really, and it made sense. Though, wasn't it obvious?

"I... I want to work... here, with you." Hitching breath, dreary eyelids, your answer peaked his interest. 

"And why is that?" He was only but a fraction away from your face, looming over you as stray azure hairs fell from the tuck behind his ears. His hot, soft breaths only inches away leaving you longing for him to grow closer.  

A momentary pause, you weren't sure if you should reveal your secret. Even though Dottore already knew, and had known for quite some time by now, it was all still embarrassing to put into words. Your face flushed, cheeks rosy as the soil in your pants earlier began to dribble. Dottore was growing impatient, he wanted to hear it in your own words, he needed nothing but for you to spill the truth he already knew. The Tsaritsa needed to know what a filthy whore you where, the one filthy whore she had became so fascinated with as of late. Grabbing you by the jaw, you clenched as he had forced you to sit up. His grip was harsh and controlling. A soft moan escaped your lips making his brows furrow, not that it was to his disliking though.

"Answer me." Dottore detested against your dreary silence, his eyes pierced into your own - a mixture of lust and dominance. The truth was he wanted you as much as you wanted him, but there was only one way he could allow himself. He could never let himself be perceived as needy, as wanting to for fill his pleasures, he needed you to give him an excuse. The grip he had on your jaw made its way down to your throat, your breath unsteady as you felt his grip become ever so heavier. 

"I..." Teasing with your words, even when you're trapped in his grasp you still managed to make him tick. You didn't fail to notice his eye twitching as he bit his lip in anticipation for your words, "I need for you to fuck me, Dottore." 

That was it, your consent had been given and there was now going back. Dottore had finally become undone, a low growl could be faintly heard as he slammed you back to lie down. Wincing, you watched as his movements grew more aggressive rather than elegant and taunt. Still being restrained you couldn't do much but watch as he unbuttoned his dark blue shirt in a rough manor. Chest hairs matching the colour what lied on his head, complimented by a faint snail trail leading down to his obvious bulge. He where a lot more buff that you'd imagined, his waist a lot more synched too as his belt hung loosely from his hips. The sight of his torso alone where enough to make you hard again, your eyes danced as you took in the sight of him. 

Dottore took a mental note of how you admired him, it prompted his cock to grow stiffer as his fingers grew closer to the buckle of his belt. He fumbled with it shortly, his slender fingers slowly but surely teasing you as you watched. That was until, he had an idea. He stopped in his tracks. You where practically throbbing, foaming at the mouth even, his change in direction startled you. Fishing something out of his pocket, a key. Not just any key, a key to the restraints wrapped around your wrists and ankles. Oh, if this weren't already getting good. 

"I trust you won't do anything stupid." Dottore muttered, keys chiming as you excitedly waited for your release. "Don't make me regret this."

Rubbing your wrists, peering down at your red ankles, you sat up as you turned to face Dottore. He relaxed his hand on the edge of the bed, his spare one hovered over your thigh as it palmed your crotch. His piercing eyes peering up at your own. It was as if he where waiting for something, something only you could deliver. A kiss, more of a peck really is what it'd been. But he abruptly tore his lips away from yours, strange. It seemed he wanted to kiss you, and more than just briefly. But the thought of such an intimate act would be crossing a line in his book - he hesitated.

"Nuh uh, that won't do." Your voice now capturing Dottores ears, sounding a lot more confident now you weren't restrained. Was that a good idea? It made him shiver to be quite frank, the way your finger had directed his face back in front of your own, "Let's give that another try." Dottore looked perplexed at first, but was shortly amused by your sudden dominance. 

Lips clashing together softly, you held the back of his head this time - soft silky hair in your palm. He tasted sickly sweet, a taste no one would ever had guessed. Lips only slightly chapped, yet still finding yourself satisfied with the way he leaned into your touch. It was one of the most passionate kisses you had ever given. Your lips danced together in harmony, your tongue asking for permission to enter his mouth. Soft grunts from Dottore turned you dreary, he was practically melting. This man had strapped you down, drugged you, even got you to cum without touching your cock once, yet here he is groaning as your tongue coated itself in his own saliva.

You had expected him to scold you for being so cocky this soon but he where enjoying it far too much. Perhaps he was a sucker for kisses? While he was distracted with the passionate moment you both where sharing, your hand sneakily travelled to his waist. Gripping him lightly at first, the moan he let out prompted you to tug him closer as you swerved around on your bottom, so that he where stood in-between your legs as you where perched on the surgery table. Not breaking the kiss once, your thumbs rubbed circles on his pelvis. Dottores tongue now finding its was into your own mouth, he took back his dominance over you far too easily. You whimpered as you felt his hands fall on top of your own, guiding them towards his belt buckle. Already feeling the heat from his clothed tent, the fact you where so close to his cock made you harshly bite down on your lip. 

"What are you waiting for?" Dottore purred against your neck, his breath hot and heavy as you drew the faintest bit of blood. 

Fingers fumbling with the buckle, you finally had a grasp on his zipper. Slowly tugging it down, wanting this moment to last forever. All that remained now was his underwear sheathing his dick, it was right there in your grasp, your needy finger went to tug at the waistband until the unexpected nip Dottore made at your neck caught you off guard. It where already bruised from the session beforehand, making you wince as you lost track at what your hands where doing. 

"Ngh, that hurts." Whining, you earned a chuckle of approval from the man above you. 

"Oh? And isn't that what you like?" He questioned before biting down even harder.

"Mhm..." Was all you could answer as he worked away from your neck, lower and lower down to your chest. You where practically purple by the time he had finished, his lips travelling leaving a prompt nip upon your jawline. 

His teasing and torment made the want of acting on your whims build up, you wanted - no needed to go a step further. Dottore on the other hand wanted it slow, he was to take the lead, but you had other plans. You hadn't agreed to a mere make out session, you lusted for pure intimacy between the two of you. Thus you becoming reckless, growing impatient. 

The position you where in granted you easy access in wrapping your legs around his hips, encasing him in your grasp. Caught off guard Dottore grunted as he fell into you, unexpectedly realising you where quick to fish your fingers into his underwear. Feeling his hard cock twitch as you examined it with your touch, the warmth seized the coldness of your own hand. It felt good, far too good, your hand wrapped around his length as your idle fingers swiftly tugged down his waistband. Dottore on the other hand was shocked, but not surprised. It was common knowledge you where devious, but he hadn't expected you to wield the confidence in taking over so quickly. 

His hands what laid behind you prompted his body from tumbling on top your own, glancing up his face only centimetres away from your own. He took in your distracted expression, sensing the impulse you held. Though the way you acted so eagerly, driven by the crave you had for his presence, made him want the same just as much. You where spontaneous, rude, snide, it was all clear to him now that it wasn't annoyance what made him seethe over you. It was sexual tension - what you had purposefully created. All the times you had 'dropped something' and bent over, ass up in all its glory for him to witness. The way you would gracefully twirl your wine glass, giving him a shameless wink. Even the things you'd do to yourself in the bathroom, calling out his name - though you hadn't planned on him knowing about this one. Dottore was done with your little games, he where now to be in charge of the tension, if you wanted to fuck then he would most defiantly fuck.

Your hand still being wrapped around his aching cock, his underwear now wrapped around his thighs beneath his balls. Beginning to pump him but failing to notice his change in stance. 

"Eager little thing!" Dottore scolded you, his hand coming into contact with your face once again - leaving a harsh red mark. 

Squirming at the sting the impact left, you hadn't expected him to detest your sudden shift in confidence being too caught up in your desires. It turned you on all the bit more, Dottore learnt not to be dissatisfied with your reaction but to embrace it. If not even pain could falter your furtive self, then he'd have to use more forceful ways. 

His hands gripped your shoulders, swerving and pinning you down harshly back onto the surgical bed. It stunned you, his strength being unmatched. Watching with eager eyes as his own fingers found there way to his cock, he began stroking himself at the sight of your pained body. You went to sit back up, to assist him, yet he wanted none of that. 

"How difficult is it for you to follow a simple order?" Voice now deep, his spare hand now pinning you down below him.

Biting your lip as your cock ached, needing to spring free from your own underwear. You knew you had to confirm your submission to get what you wanted, it was the only way he'd ever accept you.

"Please..." Lighter than a whisper you pleaded with faint whines, your expression the softest Dottore had ever seen it. He could tell your pleads where genuine, it sent him into awe, he'd never seen you like this before - who knew you could appear so elegant?

"What was that?" But he longed to hear you again, for you to beg for his touch. He began to touch himself ever so lightly again, in front of you in all his glory.

"I want you... to touch me... please..." You signalled at your throbbing member trapped beneath your clothing, the man above you more occupied with is own pleasure than yours, "Dott-... Zandik..."

What was that? 

You eyed him sneakily, keeping the submit expression you held. Watching the sudden change in expression at the sudden use of his name, his eyes wide as his body momentarily wobbled - moving hand jolting. He ushered his head away from you, to the side, as he bit his lip forcefully. His chest now heavy, he groaned, before the unexpected release of his seed spilled from his cock. It not even giving the chance for him to redirect the stream, or for you to move yourself. It happened all too quickly, his cum painted your chin and chest as it drizzled down your skin in a slow manor. The two of you only but observed what had just happened, you sat up - collecting yourself. But you where still left unsatisfied, even if Dottore had just humiliated himself with not even being able to last five minutes. 

You didn't do anything but utter his name, his real name. Was that really all it took to get him there? Though, before you even had figured it weren't best to jab at this unexpected outcome, your eyes caught his own as he faced to look at you. Half lidded eyes, he examined the way you where still hard, still flush, and now complimented by his cum. 

He pounced on you, hungrier than ever. Lips dancing with one another again. It sent you back into your daze, it was clear he had never left his. All he needed was a momentary breather for his cock to spring back into action, and for you to look at him the way you had. 

A moaning mess as his hand palmed your strained dick, it'd taken so long for things to get to this moment. A build up of excitement, of lust, it all brewed inside of you. He was finally touching you, the man you had longed to have for what felt like centuries. His fingers hurriedly inviting themselves into your own pants, the exact way you did to his own. Tearing them down, his hand teasing your cock before giving you a light squeeze. A moaning, whimpering mess he had made of you as he lowered the surgical bed you lied on with his foot on the pedal.

"You like this really, don't you?" Dottore questioned you as he broke the kiss. Peering up at his starving grin, his eyes more crimson than ever as his stray hairs framed his face. "Getting under my skin all the time, tch- and here you are whimpering, and begging me to fuck you." 

His spare hand raised to grip your face, squashing your cheeks together, before his index finger swiped his cum what plastered your chin. He then went to grip your jaw, you obliged before he forcefully stuck his slender finger down your throat - coated in his own cum. It was still warm, briefly choking on his finger as your tongue swirled as it took in the sour taste. He thoroughly enjoyed watching you taste him, his finger deep in your mouth complimented by your saliva. Your hums of approval vibrating his hand, he swiftly removed it with precision. 

With a satisfied expression plastering his face, Dottore released your face as he gave the side of your head a tap of approval. Body tensing when his finger had travelled downwards, to your chest, to your abdomen, to your pelvis... all the way down to your member. Without even a second of hesitation, he pulled your nightwear down to your knees and then fully off. Observing the dried mess you had made earlier, still warmer than ever. Tossing them to the side, the cold air nipped away at your neglected area, watching in exhaustion as Dottore clambered onto the bed. He spread your legs, his finger examining the scars what coated them for a short while, until he was practically lying on top of you. You felt like prey captured by it's beast, as the finger you had previously coated in your saliva made its way down to your neglected hole.

Whimpering as he teased you, he spread your ass with his hand before pushing his finger deep inside. Dottores eyes capturing the way your cock twitched, your head pulling back as your face scrunched... just the utter lewd sight of you made Dottore fill with bliss, the same as yourself. He wanted you to savour every second of your pleasure, the humiliation of your tutor fingering you all while it was being recorded. Slowly his single finger building up to two... then three... which made your moans grow louder and louder. He longed for you to regret coming here, medalling with his career. Making him look like fool, pissing him off every living second you where down here working for him. Yet, he was giving you exactly what you wanted. Dottore motioned his three fingers in a scissoring like manor, stretching you out in preparation for something greater.

Becoming a hot, moaning mess underneath him. His fingers roughly penetrating you, brushing against your prostate, it was all too much.

"I- I'm gonna-" Gasps and heavy breaths, you felt the pit of your stomach burn before your second release, but, that never came. Dottore had denied your orgasm, swiftly pulling his fingers from your hole as sheer disappointment washed over you. 

He giggled, taking in your desperate face. Your prepped ass before him, your twitching cock aching for more. 

"Are you ready?" He had asked you, all you could do was nod. No words left to be said, just pleads for him to fill you.

Watching with desperate eyes, the way he lifted your thighs to rest behind over shoulders sent shivers down your spine. The way his hands felt so right against your skin, to then travel down to his own cock as he aligned it with your hole. You took a sharp breath , on release you both shared a glance what felt like minutes, but alas it was only for a second. Until he invited himself in, you wrapped around his length perfectly. Your heart pounding, biting down on your lip as he finally had entered you. Dottore let out a few strangled moans of his own, unexpected to how good you felt, pushing himself in until he could go no further.

He went slow at first, savouring every second. The way the sound of your moans danced against his ears made him grip your thighs tighter, until he left crimson marks upon your skin. He began to fuck you harder and harder, letting himself become a slave to his desires. Before you knew it he was pummelling himself into you like there where no tomorrow, it seemed he needed this as much as you did. 

You reached down to stroke your untouched cock, moans and whimpers filling the laboratory as they bounced off the walls. You touched yourself with vigour, Dottore watching the sight unfold before him. He licked his lips, collecting lost saliva from his desperate pants, before an idea struck his mind. Raising one of his hands, leaving your left thigh absent, he deeply pressed down on the recent wound he had made. 

"Ah!" Was all you could let out as you flinched, it stung - it burned. But it felt all too good.

Dottores hand pressed down harder, sweat now finding its way down from his body onto you. 

"You filthy, fucking whore." The way he sounded, you'd never heard this tone before. It made you quiver as the overstimulation finally hit you. 

He went harder, deeper, hitting your prostate too many times. His hand squeezing your wound harder, blood now starting to coat his palm. The right hand he had on your other thigh left, edging its way over to your cock what you grasped. Dottore grabbed your wrist ushering you away from yourself, replacing it with his own. The way his hand tugged on you, the way he was manhandling you like you where his toy. He squeezed, stroked, even spat to create a makeshift lubricate as he picked up his pace. 

You where nearing your end, barley hanging on your moans now shrivelled and weak - Dottores too. Both close to your release, you wanted to savour this tender moment. Despite the lustful fog what clouded your head your hand reached up, and touched his face. Your finger caressed his cheek and then his lip, thought Dottore didn't have time to react to your sudden touch of affection. Quickly leaning up to kiss him so passionately. His moans vibrated against your lips as he opened his mouth, his body tensing along with your own. His cum filled you, painting your insides hot and sticky. Your own release coating his stomach as he laid above you, skin dripping with sweat red and flush. You didn't dare break the kiss, only enjoying the intense moment you both where sharing. 

Dottore didn't want to acknowledge what'd happened, the sudden feelings piercing his heart. But there he was kissing you as his cum spilled inside of you. His grasp on you lightening when he let go, pulling away slowly. He pulled out his cock shortly after meeting your eyes, redirecting his gaze to watch the aftermath leak out of your hole. On the other hand, you only leant back down as a sigh left your lips.

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The room now silent, until you felt Dottore redirect his body to stand. He looked as if he had lost something, you'd figured he would be more satisfied with this turnout of results.

"Dottore?" You spoke out, he handed you a wipe before he began to clothe himself. Ignoring you, you sighed and cleaned yourself off before reaching for the nightwear you formerly had on.

"No need to put those back on, I have your usual clothes here." Voice coarse, he gifted you the normal outfit you wore for work. 

Moments passed, you put the clothing on and brushed yourself down. Though you still felt sticky, you needed a shower. But first, you had to know something.

"Are you... alright?" Working up the courage to question your tutor, he was now fumbling with the camera he had set up what captured your intimate moment together. 

He ignored you again.

Sitting up, lifting yourself off of the table. You wobbled, having to catch yourself from falling. Legs feeling almost numb, quite frankly your ass was pounding and sore - not that you minded.

"You shouldn't be standing." He warned you as he watched you struggle over to him, voice stern.

"Then carry me back to my room." Giggling as a sigh then escaped your lips. Letting yourself fall into him as he caught you in his arms, he couldn't help admire you.

Still cheeky, after you'd been through all that. Maybe there was no changing you.

A/N: this fic was posted to my AO3 around three years ago as a request from a friend :p

[arc-misadventures]

Are We Even Human Anymore?

Class B, Spartan, Jaune Arc was walking down a road on the island of, Patch. He looked to his side to see a a few buildings that had gouges carved into the wood, a result of the recent, Grimm attack that had just took place. Luckily, Jaune, and the rest of team was already here to conduct standard routine patrol of the island to weed out any pockets of, Grimm.

He walked by, rifle in hand as he eyed the islands local militia, and members of the, Vale Republic Guard. Vale's standing army made of volunteer soldiers. Where the, Spartans were, Vale's spear tip to break through the, Grimm hordes, the VRG was the shield wall that held them back for the, Spartans to strike.

He spared them a fleeting glance as he walk over to see the, Spartan on command of this mission. Class A, Spartan, Raven Branwen.

A Spartans rank was decided upon by a variety of factors: Spartan children at the age of five were all considered, Class F, commonly considered the trainee class. When a trainee reached the age of age of twelve they were promoted, a sign that they were no longer solely a trainee, but an apprentice.

They were promoted to the ranks of, E, or D Class based upon their performance. And, then a B Class, Spartan, would give them training in that trainee's chosen field of expertise. A trainee could have many teachers offering tutelage to help broaden their skill sets.

Because of, Jaune's birthday present from his parents, Jaune sought out, Raven Branwen to learn the blade under her, being one of the few, Spartans to use swords. The pair had developed a close bound over their training, leading to, Jaune to be assigned to, Raven on missions quite often. As a result of this familiar bound, Jaune knew some of, Raven's little quirks, and whatnot. So as he neared her, and saw her nervously fidgeting with her hands, he knew full, and well something was up.

He called out to her on their helmets radio, concern lightly seeping into his voice as he eyed his friend. "Raven?"

"Yes, what is it?" Raven's response was filled with an air of nervousness, and worry as she all, but jumped out of her crimson, and raven black armour to face him. Cueing, Jaune on to the fact that something was wrong, but what was the question.

"Are you, are you okay, Raven?"

"I'm fine! Now, give me a status update on the situation?"

"The Grimm threat has been neutralized. Miniman causalities were sustained by the islands local militia, and VRG forces. No civilians were harmed, and no fatalities were reported either."

"Good, good good good... Inform the local commanding officer that we will be moving out shortly to patrol the area, and eliminate any other possible, Grimm threats."

"Yes, Ma'am." As, Jaune made his way to find the local commanding officer, he spared, Raven one concerned glance, hidden behind the visor of his helmet. The nervousness etched into her voice, and her desire to get away from here as fast as possible, but him on high alert.

There was something here on, Patch that made, Raven's nerves on edge. But, what could that be?

Jaune shook his head of these thoughts as he headed towards the highest rank officer among the, VRG. A major with blonde, hair, and a stubble across his face.

"Major, may I speak with you?"

The major gave him one glance before he issued some final orders to his subordinates, before walking over to, Jaune. Stopping before him, and offering him a salute, of which, Jaune offered one in kind. Despite the fact the major technically outranked, Jaune, It was common practice for most soldiers of the VRG to see, Spartans as their superiors due to their position as, Spartans.

"Major, Xiao Long, reporting, Sir!"

"At ease, Major. I am here to report to you that me, and my team will be moving out to explore the area, and eliminate any potential, Grimm threats in the area."

"Y-You're leaving already, Sir...?" There was a noticeable sound of disappointment in his voice, as he his eyes turn to look past him. Jaune followed his gaze to see he was staring at, Raven.

"Is there a problem with that, Major?"

It wasn't uncommon for officers in the, VRG to wish that, Spartan teams to linger in a spot that had just been subject to a, Grimm attack in case of the possibility of a second attack. Or, if the case the commanding officer was some fat pig they would 'ask' the, Spartans to remain to protect their shiny junk.

"Ah! No... No, Sir... if, Raven wants to leave she may leave." The way he said, Raven's name gave, Jaune pause for concern. There was no respect in his voice that one would expect to give when addressing a, Spartan. There was a sadness, and a air of familiarity in his voice as he watch his teacher from afar.

"How do you know her name, Major?" Jaune had dealt with several civilians trying to get close to himself, or his fellow, Spartans. Often they were doing this as a means of gaining status. Leading to many, Spartans to be cautious of any civilian, even those in the military when they wished to speak with a, Spartan.

"We... we were close once, Sir. I was just hoping to talk with her, and give her this." He saw the mean reach under his armour plating, and pulled out an envelope, and offered it towards, Jaune. "I understand why she wouldn't want to talk with me, I just thought she should see this. Can you give this to her, Sir; Please?"

Jaune eyed the envelope warningly as he grabbed it, and opened it, inspecting the contents. Inside was a letter, and some photos, Jaune didn't see it as anything dangerous so he decided it was safe to give it to her. He was about to close the envelope when he saw something that caught his eye. It was a photo of a smiling woman around his age, with violet eyes, and golden locks of hair with an all too familiar face.

"Who is the woman in this picture?" Jaune watched as the, Major looked around nervously at, Raven before returning his gaze back to him.

"I-I think it would be best if, Raven explain that to you, Sir." Jaune gave him one last glance before he nodded at him, and placed the photo back in the envelope.

"Very well, I shall do ask you ask, Major."

"Thank you, Sir!" Major Xiao Long, offered him a salute, which he returned in kind before making his way towards, Raven.

"Ahh good, you're finished, let's grab the others, and get going, Jaune."

"That Major back there seems to know you, Raven. He asked me to give you this.' Jaune offered the envelope to, Raven who even under the helmet he could see the nervousness in her eyes as he watch her slowly take it from his hands.

She opened it, and read the letter, her hands shaking as tears started to well up in her eyes. She then took out one of the photos he had been looking at earlier. A chocked gasp of sorrow escaped her lips. She soon removed her helmet, letting a mane of raven black hair escape it's confines, as she whipped away tears falling from her crimson eyes.

Jaune swiftly removed his helmet as he watched his teacher, his friend cry. He know, Raven for years, and she always appeared as this stoic, and collected person who was a master of her emotions, but to see her break down just from a photo? Something was wrong, something terrible.

"Raven? Raven, What's wrong?!" He placed his hand on her back as she struggled to reign in her tears, it was like watching a child bursting into tears at the lose of a loved one.

Raven soon raised her head as she took sharp gasps of air as she calmed her nerves. She looked to the sky as she steadied her nerves before turning to address her friend, and student.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I just... I didn't expect this to impact me so..."

"It's okay, Raven. It's okay... But, what the hell just happened? You just broke down into tears, I've never seen you like this before. What is in that letter?"

She took a deep sigh before she turned to look at the back of the, Major as he ordered his troops about.

"That man over there... He's someone I am... I was close to... very close to..." She pulled out another photo of the smiling blonde girl in the photo, and returned the girls radiant smile with a sorrow one of her own. "His name is, Tai Yang Xiao Long. When I was younger, just a, B Class, Spartan I met him here while out on a mission. He was just a captain then, and he was showing me, and my squad around, Patch. Local hotspots where, Grimm seemed to appear from, and what not. We stuck to each other quite a lot while we were out here, he even saved my life one time. The two of us just... clicked, you know? We just naturally fit together, so much so it hurt when we we apart from one another for too long. I used to spend my time off with him."

A smile spread across, Raven's face as she looked through another photo, before it turned into a sad smile.

"I was in, Atlas for a joint mission to deal with, Atlasian Spartans when I realized I was pregnant with his child... I was then kept in, Atlas Academy as I went through the pregnancy."

"Wait, the girl in the photos... She's your daughter?!" Jaune was shocked, Raven had her secrets just like everyone, and Jaune never wanted to pry. But, to suddenly learn his friend had a daughter his age was rather... shocking.

"Yes... she's my daughter. Her name is, Yang, Yang Xiao Long. A perfect mix between me, and him..."

"I thought she looked a lot like you, but I assumed she was your younger, Sister, not you daughter! I assume she is my age then, and since I never saw her till now. She's, Auraless?"

Raven nodded her head as she gave a hum of confirmation. "After she was test, and proved to be negative... I felt relieved."

"Relieved?"

"Yes, relieved." Raven took a deep sigh before looking at the sky. "You know what this life of our demands of us, Jaune... I didn't want that for my daughter. But, since she was, Auraless she couldn't stay with me... So, when I came back to, Vale I popped over to, Tai, and said my goodbyes; To both him, and my daughter..."

"I understand why you left her with this, Tai fellow. But, you never visited them again? You could have still been their for them, no?"

"Look at me, Jaune. Do I scream mother, housewife, any of those things?"

"Nope. You being a mother is odd enough as it is, you being a housewife, wearing an apron, and baking cookies? Now that's just crazy talk!" The pair shared a laugh at the shear ridicules of the thought of someone like, Raven as housewife. "But, just because you didn't... couldn't settle down with him, that doesn't mean you couldn't have spent time together. Getting to spend time with the man you love, and sharing in happy moments with your daughter."

"I didn't want her to get too attached to me! I was scared that if she grew too close to me, and if I died fighting against the, Grimm... It... It breaks my heart to just think about how she would react if I died... My heart can't take it, Jaune..."

"Maybe, but I think you would be just as devastated if you died as well. Because, she may not know who you are on account of you never being there for her. I think she's chasing after you in her own way." Jaune pulled out a photo of a smiling, Yang, grinning from ear to ear. Dressed in an all too familiar deep green uniform. A cadet officers uniform. "You may say she following her dad, but that smile of her reminds me more of you, Raven. In her own little ways, Raven, she's chasing after you. How much would it hurt to say hi to her? Not nearly as much as never getting the chance to I reckon."

She looked at him before she turned her gaze to look at the man she loved. "But, how am I supposed to do that? Just walk up to her, and say. 'hi?"

"You start slow, Raven. You first reunite with that, Tai fellow over there. And, then eventually he introduces you to your estranged daughter. Simple as that."

"But, is it though?"

"Are we even human anymore?"

"The unofficial moto of the, Spartans."

"That's right. Because of our training we've gone through since our childhood, we've become so detached from our emotions that we no longer seem human. This, Tai fellow, and you apparent daughter appear to keep you tethered to your humanity, Raven. Go over there, and reunite with your old flame, before that rope breaks, and you lose that humanity that we fight, and die for."

"Ha! When did you so wise, and philosophical, Jaune?"

Jaune shrugged his shoulders at her before he looked towards, Tai. "I'm a 'knight.' I probably picked up a thing, or two reading all those books about knight."

"Yeah, probably... Okay..." Raven straightened her back, as she put the envelope in her pocket. "Wish me luck."

"Luck."

Jaune smiled as he watched as, Raven walked over to, Tai, and gave him a tap on the shoulder. The surprised look, followed by that infectious smile he gave her brought a smile to his face in turn.

If we, Spartans, seemingly heartless killing machines could generate such a smile with our mere presence, then where is the truth in a question such as: 'Are we even human anymore?'

Because, how could anything, but a humans pure love for one another elicit such a reaction?

The question shouldn't be: 'Are we even human anymore?' But, 'What's stopping us from being human?'

Isn't that was make people human: Searching for what makes us human?

[coolprettyleo]

maybe i will finally learn my lesson? - begin again au ☆

wc: 1.2k

tw: sad, angst, rejection, talks about sex. no actual smut tho. borderline alcoholic tbh

ryan leonard x hughes sister au!

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frankie fell back onto her bed with a soft thud as she tried to catch her breath. she looked at the boy beside her with a hopeful look hoping to gosh he would stay the night and cuddle her. she just needed some form of reassurance.

he never ever wanted to stay over though.

“i gotta go, the guys are going out tonight” he says as he gets out the bed acting like he was talking to some stranger. what frankie didn't realize was that they basically were.

“do you have to leave?” she says in a sad voice kneeling on the bed. she hated how he never wanted to stay and talk. was that so much for a girl to ask for these days?

“frankie, im all spent for right now, but i mean if im feeling it later on, i'll stop by”

is he fucking serious.

it had honestly been a while since frankie had felt that much rage. he really did only think of her as a fuck buddy.

she knew what she was getting herself into, when she agreed on their little agreement, but in the movies it always ends with the guys falling in love with you. right?

“oh my gosh. just leave. like actually” she said getting back in bed and turning her back to him. which left him dumbfounded. why would she be mad he had to leave?

“did i do something?” he asked confused as he finished putting his cloths on.

no answer.

that pissed drew off. she had no reason to be all pissy with him.

“are you mad because im going out with the boys? why would that bother you? were not anything, frankie. im allowed to go out” he said. still starring at her back.

“oh don’t worry. you’ve made that very clear to me drew” she says, her voice wavering due to the fact she just felt so foolish.

“whatever, you’re annoying me. talk to me when ur done being crazy” he said walking out and slamming her door in a fit of rage.

to say frankie took it totally fine would be dishonest. she sobbed in a fetal position all night. while blasting foolish one by taylor swift.

that woman really does have a song for every situation.

she had honestly never felt so alone.

of course she’s not actually alone; she just refuses to go to anyone and burden them with her problems. it’s not like she can call her parents and her brothers due to the fact she can’t lie to them. she knew they were going to ask something like 'how'd practice go?' and whatnot so she's been forwarding their calls since Wednesday when she quit the team.

she could also call her friends. or her ex teammates. did she even have friends?

she was alone.

___

she sits in her room finishing up and assignment when she felt like doing something. usually she would get drunk and go from there, but no. if the last week has taught her anything; it's that she's becoming a new person. and the new person wouldn't black out after every minor convenience.

so in the spur of the moment, she decided she was going to rearrange her room! which is what lead her to where she was right now; outside the freshman hockey house.

while moving her bed from one side to another, she found drews hoodie. so being the mature, new, amazing person she claimed to be... she decided to give him back his hoodie, as a form of ceasing the deal. this is a supposed to be a step forward is it three steps back?

frankie walked up the front steps and as she lifted her fist to knock she halts, when she hears multiple voices coming from inside. not wanting to end her and drews situationship in front of his teammates; to save them both the embarrassment. she quickly trashes her plan and decided to just head home.

but when she heard her name is when she decided against that.

"frankie?" she hears drew ask.

"yes dude. its actually so obvious she wants you after what your saying she did yesterday"

he told them about the argument?

well she couldn't really get mad, if frankie had best friends she would of probably told them too.

"well i dont want her like that and she knows that"

frankie felt her heart crack.

i mean she told herself he didn't like her back, but hearing him say it, is a whole different level of pain for someone who just oh so hoped to joke about their situationship one day over coffee as he watched the morning news while their kids got ready for school.

foolish one, frankie hughes.

"no way your gonna reject her, she's so hot. what the hell is there not to like" one of his stupid teammates said.

"I mean she's the nicest and one of the hottest girls I've ever got with dont get me wrong, but some of the shit she says makes me question if she's being for real or not" drew said not knowing the match he was lighting.

"I think I know what your talking about, is it when she said she thought denver was in texas?" one of his other teammates chimed in.

"bro yes. that actually left me speechless" he says. frankie felt like burning the house down at this point.

"she's lucky she's got hockey" another voice said.

"had'

the hoodie she had in her hands slipped through her fingers. just like the heart drew held. the heart he never wanted to hold.

she backed away from the door, never wanting to slash anyones tires more. she wanted to commit arson. the way they were talking about her, made her want to throw up.

she can take the fact he didn't like her back. thats okay. if he didn't feel the butterflies she felt it wasn't no one fault. but mine.

but the fact he stood their and called her stupid? who the fuck even knows geography like that? she felt so many emotions run through her veins and the one overcoming the rest was the one that held the power over her tears.

"frankie?" oh my god. no. why the hell did I not run home?

she turned her head to see ryan leonard standing there. one of drews friends. someone she had considered to be her friend. but if the rest talk about her like that, him, will, and gabe probably do too.

"you didn't see me here, ryan" she said as she covered her face trying to push past him.

"wha- hey! what's wrong? who did this?" he said grabbing her wrist and seeing her crying eyes. he knew who did it. he just needed to hear a confirmation before he went inside and beat his ass.

"nothing. let me go" she said wiping her tears.

"im not letting you leave here alone hughes, i know how you get when your this sad. I dont want to wake up tomorrow and hear that you got hit by a damn bus for gosh sake"

one thing ryan hated was when she would drink her feelings away because that meant she was going to be reckless. she honestly is reckless.

"well then do you want to come?"

I got tired so im done writing but I wanted to post this! also ! I have no hate towards drew, its all going to add up in the future when I start the other aus I have planned but for now drew is like anyone else and he's learning and growing. so bear with me!

[greatcometdeservedbetter]

Nothing makes me feel more like the Joker than knowing that Tamora Pierce has an entire novel about Tris at Lightbridge that will just… never be published? Apparently?

Anyway, as a poor substitute, here’s a list of things my brain has decided happens in that book:

Tris attends under a pseudonym, as planned, and no one knows about her connection to Niko or anything about her life at Winding Circle. She is one of many children of middling merchant families in her class.

Due to a mixup, she is assigned a roommate. For the first time in a long time, Tris has no access to power or connections and so she has to put up with it.

Most of her professors find her difficult to work with because she does not limit her study of their subjects to the traditional curriculum. Maybe one or two professors pay her special attention and praise, enough that her classmates are made aware of how talented she is.

Despite having no information about her except her milquetoast background, her classmates still find her strange and difficult. Her unexplained talent and advancement for a freshman leaves her isolated from her peers.

Gradually, Tris finds herself writing to her siblings less and less because she isn’t sure how to keep her unhappiness out of the message.

Making things worse is the roommate, who turns out to have a remarkably similar kind of backstory to Tris. Maybe she’s an orphan or a scholarship kid; her magic was definitely discovered later in life after a lot of hardship. Everyone in the school embraces her and finds her endlessly charming despite her social sort comings.

Poor Tris sits in the corner of their room while her roommate goes on about all the parties and dinners and whatnot their classmates have invited her to.

Only one student really tries to befriend her. He doesn’t have a name but he looks like a young Tom Hopper (Black Sails/Umbrella Academy). A super outgoing young mage from a working class family, he’s very adept at physical magical workings and is always outside doing like pushups and stuff where people can see him. He’s not used to an academic setting, though, and anytime he sees his pull ups catch Tris’ attention, he always calls out to her and sometimes asks for her help with classwork. She finds him annoying but still helps him when be asks because no one else talks to her.

She doesn’t know how he got into the university because he is. Shockingly bad at magic.

At one point, Nico visits. He tries to keep a low profile, but some of her classmates notice them spending time together. It immediately becomes the only thing anyone talks to her about, which is the opposite of what she wants so she starts being extra prickly and avoidant to make them stop.

This goes on for a while. Lonely Tris avoids her classmates and focuses on her studies. Presumably some kind of mystery is afoot and she can throw herself into that instead of wallowing in her misery.

At the midway point, she gets more visitors. Possibly all three of her siblings, but At minimum Briar.

For the sake of moving along, let’s say it’s just Briar. They connect mentally way before he arrives and any annoyance he has at her lack of communication dispels when he feels her frustration and sadness through the bond. He rolls up ready to be her social lubricant.

He introduces himself as her brother, never mind why they don’t look alike, and easily blends into the crowd at school for a few weeks. He makes friends effortlessly, gets invited to all kinds of parties and events, and even shows off a bit of his ambient magic during classes.

This infuriates Tris. They have a fight about it shortly before he leaves. Briar rightly points out that all the work she’s doing to lie about so many big parts of her life is preventing her from seeing the obvious - that many of her classmates have been trying really hard to make friends with her.

Her roommate only told her about things she was invited to in order to gauge if Tris would also be interested and to try and invite her along! And the boy constantly doing pushups in front of her actually has better grades than he lets on because he’s looking for excuses to spend time with her and all she seems to do is study. People only asked about Nico because he was the first concrete bit of information about her that anyone had!

It takes Tris a bit of time to process this, and she will have broken some bridges beyond repair already, but she does eventually see it and slowly starts to reach out.

Her circle (ha) stays small, but her life at Lightsbridge vastly improves once she starts seeing her classmates’ bids for connection for what they are.

As she gets comfortable with people, she gets key gossip and information about the school that she had previously been missing out on. Now the mystery becomes solvable.

It was probably whatever authority figure was nice to her in the beginning. Secret, asshole me too type behavior maybe.

She ends her first year better than she started it, with a good bunch of pals to help her out going forward, and a lot more confidence in her abilities.

Maybe she visits home over the summer or maybe we cut to after her graduation, but we see her return to Emelan at the end of the book

Whoever didn’t get to see her during the plot has a chance to hug and scold her for being standoffish. Then Briar’s like “and anyway, that guy who’s obviously in love with you asked if he could stay with us for a few weeks while he gets settled at his new job, and I told him sure”

And Tris is like “What guy? No one at school was in love with me.”

And then knock knock it’s the beefy-but-smart guy at the door and Tris is like “oh shit”

End book

[coffee-and-tea-time]

ᯓও Wish I was your safe space…

Hi, coffee speaking! This is a comfort drabble about a kind of tsundere yandere and a reader who went non verbal, I'm not really used to writing tsun in yanderes but I think it ends up well.

Hello, there! Tea speaking! It's been a while, hasn't it? I've been a bit busy with college stuff and whatnot, I'll be sure to edit and make some more stuff once i have a break (I'm dying with all these assignments)

Tw: yandere behavior, swearing, somewhat willing reader, established relationship?, anxiety, nonverbal reader due to burnout, hints of safe food/drink, general comfort and fluff, it's a tsundere-yandere but protective so yeh…

"Why aren't you replying to my messages?"

You get surprised at the sight of those bright yellow eyes on you as he gets closer, his voice sounds like something between annoyed and worried. It also appears that he already managed to get a copy of your house keys

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything to me? How can you manage to get hurt in the blink of my eye?"

You slightly shake your head, wondering what you could do to make him understand, your head goes a million thoughts per second, fearing to upset him due to being nonverbal at the moment, your breath quickens a bit… until a warm and tender touch on your check steals your attention.

"You don't seem like you have a fever or injuries, is this the 'battery' thing you told me about?"

You nod, relieved that he seems to understand what is going on. He then sits on the bed right beside you and holds you in a semi hug, as if you're gonna fly away or something.

"It's okay, you don't need to talk, you just need to be here and exist with me… I will stay right besides you, I won't let anything come in your way, you need a proper rest right now, I'm gonna make sure you take it and if you rather me not being here, then, sucks to be you, I will stay and make sure you don't die or something"

Despiste his words that make you kinda want to punch his stupid pretty face, it also feels nice to be cared for, although not with the best word choice, it's clear that he cares when you feel his hand shake a little as he holds you gently, he must've gotten worried and run here without missing a beat, it's almost sweet enough for you to forget to ask yourself how he got inside your home in the first place.

"I will order some of your favorites, lay down on bed while I go get some water for you, I'm not that dumb not to guess your schedule must be fucked up right now"

You were about to fight back but he gently pushed you down onto the bed again.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. you don't like being ordered around and bla bla bla but when you feel like the energy is drained out of your body, it means that you really are forced to have a rest"

You really can't fight back that logic, although part of your brain is worried about being a burden, you decide to let yourself indulge him for a bit as you watch him leave the room, probably going straight to the kitchen; Now that you think about it, he did say he would order some of your favorites, does he really already know your taste on food? Well, guess you will find out soon.

"Here, I got some water, the food will be here in about half an hour, it's good that I brought this with me before coming here"

As you put your gaze on him, you notice he's holding a glass of water in one hand and your favorite drink in the other, you instantly reach to grab it like a desperate dehydrated man in the desert who just found an oasis.

"Nope, not so fast, hun"

You return your focus on him as a frustrated frown appears on your face.

"First the water, then you can have your special drink"

Reluctantly, you drank the water since there's not really much of an option and you truly need that drink.

"Huh... It's weird and a relief that you didn't kick me for saying that or tried to grab the drink anyways, well done, honey"

You do a little happy huff as you grab your precious prize just as he sits beside you on the bed to quietly pat your back.

"You know? I'm aware this is close to a story you tell the police about rather that something romantic but, even if you find it unsettling, I want you to know that I care for you, even if it seems like it takes just a second for something to happen to you, I hope to be here every single time"

A feeling of a faint kiss meets your forehead.

"You're a disaster, but you're my disaster, dummy"

Even if you think of hitting him for saying that, a stupid smile creeps on your lips.

bzzzt

"Oh, that it's my phone, should be the food. we will eat first and then come back to cuddles"

He stands up and just when he is about to leave the room to go get the door.

"Oh, and don't think for a moment you will be free from me, I'm gonna make sure you get better"

That sounded more threatening than it needed to, but it didn't sound that bad…

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

Images from pinterest

[oros-ash3s]

Hello!!

Asks delivery:

if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

how crafty/resourceful are they?

are they any good with numbers?

Hey Zehra!! Thanks for the ask ヾ(•̀ ヮ <)و

I decided to answer for Alejandro (Metamorphosis), Ira (The Chrysalis), and Rex (Golden Veins)!! I used the wheel decide for this one ‹𝟹

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. 𖦹˙— If applicable, can they drive? If they have their own car, what colour is their vehicle? Is the inside beat and tidy, or a mess?

Wheel decide did not do a good job on this one because unfortunately none of them really have their own license or own a car!!

Alejandro lives in a post-apocalyptic world where cars don’t really exist, having been replaced by trains and boats during the collapse of humanity. He does travel quite frequently due to being a part of the Magnum Octō (which are the top-ranked Noroi hunters inside the Division). But most of the time he just goes by train or by foot.

Ira lives in a much more modern universe. Working for Eden Inc., they have a large access to technology and all the newest designs of cars, but Ira does not own one herself. I think she definitely knows how to drive most vehicles as part of her training, but most of the time she goes on missions either in a group or with a partner (namely Atlas), and they’re assigned a car or a van or a truck or whatnot for that day.

Rex’s story is under construction but it is vaguely modern as well. He doesn’t actually need a car or vehicle to travel to places (which will be revealed later) and so he never bothered getting his license. He does take public transit from time to time, especially when he was still in school. And um… alive.

. 𖦹˙— How crafty/resourceful are they?

Alejandro spent a large chunk of his childhood living inside the woods with his dad, and learned some very vital survival skills. He knows how to live off-the-grid, completely stranded, and really excels at camping as well.

Ira was homeless while she was younger (for about two-ish years) so she’s well accustomed to having to get crafty and resourceful. She’s also very artistic and knows a lot of skills such as carpentry and art restoration.

Rex is pretty resourceful, and knows how to hold his own. Though I wouldn’t say he’s as crafty as say Ira and Alejandro. He’s been on his own a lot, so he has had to learn quite a few skills!

. 𖦹˙— Are they good with numbers?

Alejandro was homeschooled and then quickly taken in to be trained as a soldier. So no, he really isn’t.

Ira has been provided a well-funded education and was near the top of her class. She’s actually pretty good with numbers, and has to be, considering the complexities of her job.

Rex lowkey dropped out of school I wouldn’t say he’s too good with numbers…..

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[cepalliumtm]

Glow in the Ocean 0

CW for entire fic: yandere tendencies, thalassophobia (fic takes place underwater), claustrophobia (fic takes place in a submarine), cannibalism, blood, obsessive tendencies, no use of y/n

Other info: fic is mostly written in diary style/script style, with bits of prose in between.

This will be an interesting experiment. I’ve been thinking about CC posting more longform shtuff here since I don’t know what else to post here. If anyone likes more of this, I’d be happy to post more of it.

This in particular will be the expanded version of a oneshot that I did for a collab on Quotev. Check it out, you’ll probably find some other creators that you’ll enjoy! Unfortunately I haven’t had all the parts done, so updates will be pretty slow. Hopefully I’ll be finished with it sooner than later but don’t expect much from me.

Prologue

Monday, 3:20p.m.

Dear Diary,

Despite being an official employee at Miralabs, I sure as hell don't feel like one.

How long has it been now? I'm still pretty green, and it still feels like I have yet to adjust to some of the employees. Yes, Boss is still a bitch, and once again I got blamed for something I didn't do (it's not my fault Clumsy accidentally spilled some of the samples RIGHT as I'm going by).

Why am I worried about this on my break? I don't know. I guess hiding in the storage room really helps with clearing my head. Sad how it happens.

I think I'll be fine, if I just breathe and take it in.

Oh, right, today the list will finally be announced! Just to recap: Every now and again there are team assignments that get to visit the underwater labs for their more… secretive experiments. Now most of the time the same people get announced due to experience and honestly I'm not really expecting much. However, during the last meeting Boss said that if we were lucky enough, we could get the chance to shadow one of the less classified projects to get a bit of experience under our belt.

Now, whether or not I'll be picked is a different story… again, Boss is still a bitch. I swear to god she has some kind of vendetta against me or something, I didn't even DO anything to her. It's not my fault she has a stick up her bu-

…

Okay, Imma go now. I'll be back. Standby.

-.-

Putting away your little notebook back into your bag, you stand outside in embarrassment after getting caught by one of the janitors. They stare at you, possibly with confusion and definitely with disappointment. You bow your head, squeaking an "I'm sorry!" before scattering back to your workstation. You're hoping that no one would take notice of your little stunt, or that he wouldn't say anything to your managers.

If you're being honest with yourself, you're starting to regret your life choices. You know that you're supposed to act more professional, but sometimes it feels like you're just going through the motions. The point of this job is to get a handle of lab work, form connections, get better projects, something about making the system work for you or whatnot. But well, so far within these past few months, it feels like no progress has been made. So far the only thing you've seemed to accomplish is giving your boss another reason to scrutinize you. (Thank goodness it wasn't on grounds to fire you; you'd be devastated and out of work for a long time.)

It's not all that bad. Despite the running around and menial tasks; message taking and cleaning up equipment, you still find some value in it. It's not a lot, but you've managed to talk to some of the researchers about their projects and get insight on their thought processes. It's something you take with you everywhere you go. It's why you have that little notebook with you in the first place.

As you head to your next station, you overhear some of the other people talking about the list. Right. The list that's supposed to go out tonight, after the end of today's work meeting. It's something you're mildly curious about, considering that only a handful of people get selected at all. Albeit you're heavily aware of the last attempt a trip to one of these underwater labs ended up online as a tragedy. You can still remember the headline in your head.

So, it's surprising that after just a couple of months they would try again. But you understand why. There are some staff that stay behind inside those labs; maintaining the facilities, focusing on their research. There's bound to have a shortage in supplies soon, so someone would have to go down there and deliver.

But now, after a couple of months of supply only trips with no casualties, Miralabs decided that it would be safe for an expanded crew as well as a research team to once again take one week excursions to their underwater lab. And most of the newcomers are definitely excited to take a part in one of them. Most, including you.

Now is it likely you'll actually be picked? With how you've been treated and how your supervisor thinks of you? Not a chance. But either way, it’s the one thing that you're looking forward to by the end of the day.

"Hey Greenie!"

That and actually ending your day.

-.-

6:02p.m.

Speaker: Okay, everyone settle down! We're going to be starting this meeting quickly. I know that you're all tired, but this is important if you want to end the day as soon as possible. So, let's begin, shall we?

Now first things first, some things that we all have to take note:

…

I know that I should be paying attention to whatever announcements are going on, but honestly it's really just a couple of housekeeping things that I'm used to. You know, making sure the labs are clean and that we're actually working. I don't think they'll be picking on us yet, but you never know.

Boss: If I may speak on the issue please?

And… here we go.

Honestly I can see her eyeing me as she gives out her stupid speech. What's her problem with me, seriously? If she could just get off my back, maybe she could sleep better at night or something. Listen, I'm not the one slacking off here… if she could just look at herself in the mirror then I would have more respect for her. But you know how it is.

It's so obvious she's calling me out. She's literally coughing for my attention. I'm not gonna hear the end of it when we're left alone.

After that most of meeting was pretty banal. I could tell that some of the others are checking out as much as I am, some are even dozing off as we speak. There are a couple of new projects here and there, and they're pretty interesting if you're into, you know, studying plant biology for the millionth time, or playing with chemicals for the billionth time. Obviously I know why only the boring projects get introduced in the general meeting and the cooler stuff is just codenames for something else, but I mean, it's not like I'm going to get assigned to any of them yet.

Speaking of, it makes no sense that I'm technically a lab assistant but I feel like I'm just a glorified coffee maker. Makes no sense, huh? You'd think a dignified institution that also has a lot of well… biology projects would mean that you shouldn't introduce the chance of unexpected variables like coffee spills, but I guess that's what happens when you forget about the non-lab people that walk around.

Oh! We're finally on to the topic of the day.

Speaker: And last but not least… we have one final announcement. I know that you all are excited about the reopening of the underwater lab off the coast of the city. Now, it has come to my attention from last meeting about the worry of any… incident that could happen on the way there. However, I assure you that after a couple of tests here and there, that we have worked out the kinks and that it's perfectly safe to go.

[Whispers louden among the crowd.]

Speaker: (clears throat). Settle down, settle down! Okay, so as it stands, I will call out the names that will be a part of the new research team. Since Aeviin is the one that submitted the research topic and chose the team, he will be the one in charge. Now, here are the names he has chosen for this project…

Ah, here we go. There is no way in hell that-

…

…

…

I think I just heard my name.

…

…

Speaker: If your name has been called, please stand up!

[The chosen stand up, albeit a bit slowly.]

Speaker: Now, a round of applause for our underwater research team!

[Someone starts clapping slowly, followed by several others that begin to morph into a tremendous applause, for well, a group of around forty people]

Speaker: For those that are still standing, I will be sending you an email regarding your tasks and equipment that you will need. Since this excursion will last a week, I suggest you pack accordingly. Thank you very much, and I hope to see you all at launch! And that concludes this month's meeting! Thank you all for attending.

-.-

9:03p.m.

Subj: Acceptance

Congratulations! You've been selected for our underwater program! You and a select group of candidates have been chosen to monitor our underwater site for one week.

As a reminder, your responsibility as a Recorder and Data Analyst is as follows:

Collect observations, records, and other data from various sources for analysis

Conduct data analysis to identify patterns, anomalies, etc.

Interpret data and make predictions

The Employee Rules and Guidelines for the main site will also apply here, so do your best to work as if it's another day on your site. You will be responsible for turning in your reports at the end of the week when you return. Failure to do so will result in consequences, including but not limited to termination.

Make sure to prepare for what is needed for a one week trip. We advise to bring extra clothing. If you have any other questions, feel free to contact your supervisor for further information.

Thank you! The Sub-Miracle Team

-.-

Wednesday, 3:00p.m.

Dear Diary,

I honestly can't believe that I was actually chosen for this assignment. Tbh I didn't expect my bitchy boss to bring up my name for the list of recommendations. I mean, yeah I kinda have a lame job (I wish I was doing the more TECHNICAL stuff, but I guess that's what happens when you don't pay much attention to the lab classes at school) but it's still amazing that I get to go to one of the offshore sites this early in the game.

I talked to one of my coworkers about it and he said that not a lot of people (at least on our site) actually gets access to go there. Since we're the more surface level stuff I guess it means our projects tend to be the more boring ones, but I mean I'm not really complaining much about it (I just wish I didn't feel like I have eyes hovering over me whenever I record my data)

Honestly though I think I really got the job because I'm the only one that actually gets the reports in on time. Who knows though.

I don't even know if I want to go now that I got some time to think about about it. I know, I packed all my things and all, but it's pretty nerve-wracking to say the least. I mean, I'm going on board on a Mirasub. A Mirasub! What people would say is one of the sturdiest vehicles in the world (which is funny to say, considering that no one would really say that about a SUBMARINE of all things). Not to mention, somehow I got picked to be a part of Aeviin Typhoon's team. Which, I may not know a lot about, but what I DO know that he is a big deal in the company AND the biology world.

Really feeling a little nervous, because I'm pretty sure I KNOW who's coming with me. Like, since this is kind of a prestigious thing because it's not just Mr. Typhoon that'll be there, the other people are practically the big hotshots of the company. And I have a chance to actually WORK with them?

Just… don't mess up. The biggest thing is to NOT mess up. Make sure everything is all in place, and make sure you actually do your reports without procrastinating and making up data on the spot (did I really just say that I swear I don't do that all the time). I think I can handle it. Maybe. I don't know. I'm not even sure that I'm ready for this-

Okay, it looks like my roommate caught me up again. They have a good point. Fine, I'll get some sleep. I just feel a bit worked up and a bit worried.

I did look up the article once again, and ngl I think I'm creeping myself out about something that they said would never happen. It's not gonna do me any good to keep that in my head. Look, I'll be fine. I'll be fine.

I'll be fine… right?

-.-

Breaking news! Miralabs Finally Opens up Underwater Lab after Last Year's Tragedy

An unexpected turn of events after what could be considered one of the most mysterious tragedies that have happened over the past decade of underwater exploration, Miralabs have officially confirmed their reopening up of their offshore underwater lab happening this week on Friday.

We have talked to both the CEO as well as the main researcher, Aeviin Typhoon for their take on this endeavor to reassure the public that this would be a perfectly safe venture.

"We're still trying to recover from last year's unfortunate events," remarks the CEO. "It was tragic what happened to Laeva and I wish her family well for this news. However, we must move beyond this tragedy, and the fear of the unknown. For that will hinder us from truly advancing in this society."

Typhoon adds in, "I want to be a part of something special. This has been a dream come true for me, to finally be one of the greats that ventured into the unknown and discovered something new. And nothing will stop me from achieving that greatness. I believe that my research will be something revolutionary, and if it means that I have to leave the safety of my own home and down into the deep sea, I will nobly pursue it."

Aeviin Typhoon has been a part of many projects that some may have heard of before, such as the discovery of new life that has never been considered even possible. Mythical beings that are now in our aquariums for the public to view. Creatures that have properties that could help in curing ailments in diseases, chemicals that can fight certain alien bacteria, and the like. You can find out more on the website Miralabs.com/aeviin-typhoon for more.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

i show up to the party just to leave

tw: angst, unrequited feelings, dubcon, asshole behavior, degradation, dacryphilia, y/n isn't a great person, neither is anyone else.

a/n: part 2 of seems like the life i need is a little distant. this has been sitting in the google docs since dec 2021....i really hope i haven't already posted this :[ also guys it's been a while, so if i have to add some tw's or whatnot let me know...achieved unc status i fear

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The sheets still smell like him. Sharp notes of mint and sage and the ever-present smell of nicotine that seemed to cling to his body.

You had cried yourself to sleep last night. After Eren had essentially just fucked you and left. All you want to do is stay in bed and curl up in a shell.

But alas, there’s class to attend. And Plan B to buy since the dark-haired boy had insisted on cumming inside of you.

It’s not like he usually slept over so you have no reason to be so dramatic. It’s not like last night was the first booty call, and he’s always been one for degradation in bed. And you especially don’t mind being called a slut if he’s calling you his slut.

But you feel used. Disposable. Like the cigarettes, he crushes under his heel after ashing them out.

You roll over and check your phone, and the screen is filled with messages along the lines of:

Good morning.

I’m at the cafe, just picking up some breakfast. What drink do you want?

Got you a chai latte because that’s what you usually get. And a blueberry scone.

Don’t be late to anthro!

The messages make you smile. Colt Grice is sweet. Tooth-rotting sweet. You look over at the clock by your bedside. If you leave within 15 minutes, you’ll have enough to grab what you need from the pharmacy while making it to class on time.

“You made it! I was sure you wouldn’t.” There’s an easy smile on the blond’s face, beaming and bright. You dramatically sigh, “Praying on my downfall, huh?”

He hands you the brown bakery bag, “Never that.”

You sink into the chair, letting out a sigh. You hadn’t done the reading, and there was a long homework assignment due tonight.

“I emailed the reflection to you.”

You whip your head in surprise, “You did what?”

He shrugs, “I figured it’d help.”

“No, I mean, I know it will. Thank you.” And softer, “But you didn’t have to.”

His hazel eyes meet yours, “You seem tired lately. I don’t want you to strain yourself.”

You wonder if tired is a code word for awful. You look awful right now, dressed in a college sweater with faded letters and a dark stain you’ve never quite managed to get rid of, and sweatpants you haphazardly threw on.

You flick his forehead, “Mean anything by that? Don’t you know you’re not supposed to say a woman looks tired?” Your expression is deadpan but there’s a teasing lilt in your voice that’s specially reserved for him.

The tips of his ears burn red, “What? No, I didn’t say that. You look great. You...a-always look great.” His response makes you grin, and you break half of the scone to offer to him. He waves his hand away, “No, that’s for you.”

He watches as you lick the crumbs off your lips, “Suit yourself.”

You’re walking back from class, side by side with Colt, hands doing an awkward dance as pinkies nearly touch. As the distance seems to close, someone nearly ambushes you as they place their large arms over your and Colt’s shoulders. The blond himself nearly jumps in shock.

“Reiner.” Colt groans, “You have to stop jumping on us like this.”

“Why?” The spiky-haired jock chuckles, “Can’t handle a little-”

“You could have hurt her.”

You roll your eyes, waving his worries away, “I’m fine. What’s up, Reiner?”

“Just was just gonna ask you if you’re coming to Zeke’s party Saturday, Colt.”

Colt wrinkles his nose as if he heard something distasteful, “The one he’s hosting at Liberio? No thanks.”

The taller blond growls at his friend, “Out of everyone, you should really come. Think of everything he’s done for you.”

You place a hand on Reiner’s shoulder, “You know...I could probably get him to come.” You wink before placing a thoughtful finger on your lips, “But I’d have to be invited right? I don’t really know Zeke…”

But you’ve always wanted to go to Liberio, the hottest nightclub in the city, wildly exclusive and glitzy.

Reiner smiles at you, flirtatious eyes zeroing in on your suggestive demeanor, “Yeah, of course, you can come. You can be Colt’s plus one,” You sigh in relief, but don’t anticipate the sneer on his face, “...Or you can be Eren’s. You’re pretty close right?”

Your blood runs ice cold, and there’s surprise written all over your face. There’s no comeback at the tip of your tongue but thankfully your best friend has always been quite perspective.

“Okay, Reiner. Thanks for the reminder. We’ve really gotta go now.” He cuts the conversation short and drags you away to a bench under the shadow of a large tree. You sit, but he stands over you like a disappointed parent.

But here’s the primetime for an awkward conversation.

“You’re close to Eren? I didn’t even know that you knew him.”

You bit your already chapped lips, a habit that the hazel-eyed boy wishes you’d quit. He fishes his pocket for the vanilla chapstick and wordlessly hands it to you.

“We’re just friends.” You grumble under your breath.

He sighs, and you hate that he’s making you feel so guilty. What do you even have to feel so guilty for?

Taking a deep breath, he starts what sounds strikingly similar to a lecture, “Eren Yeager is not a good guy, I’ve told you this before, right-”

“You literally have no right to scold me like this when you’re practically besties with fucking Reiner. And fuck, Zeke? Zeke?-”

The tall blond takes a seat next to you, watching as you rub the salve over your bitten lips, “It’s complicated,” He sighs again, a sound you’re getting tired of, “I’ve just known them for a very long time. And our families-”

A heartbeat. Both of you watch the leaves fall.

“--Shit.” It’s rare for him to curse.

“Colt.” You say.

“I’m kind of dreading it, but...maybe it’ll be more bearable with you there.”

You playfully punch his arm, happy to see him admit he did want you to come, “I think it’ll be fun. I’ve never partied with you, y’know,” You pause, looking at him with wide eyes, placing a piece of hair behind your ear, looking so delectably innocent in the way you know he likes, “Wanna see what you look like drinking shots.”

“I’m not really like that though.” He admits.

The club is everything you imagined. It feels like it’s straight out a scene of the Hollywood movies with the smoke, strobe lights, and beautiful bodies strewn across the dancefloor. You’re grateful you’re wearing your friend���s dress tonight, a silky dark green number that fits your body like water. Nothing in your closet would have matched the caliber of tonight.

Colt gets a lump in his throat when he first sees you. Tries to keep his eyes on your pretty face so they don’t trail after your neckline or the skin left uncovered by the shortness of your dress. But he finds demise there too, he doesn’t want to stare too long at those kissable lips.

Still, he’s composed if not anything else. He’s too gentlemanly to touch you improperly. The hand on your back is feather-light. Doesn’t waver or tease lower.

“Remember, we can leave whenever, okay? If anything’s wrong-”

“Colt” You giggle, “Everything will be fine. Now, go socialize. Don’t you have important people to talk to?” You shoo him away, and he turns around with a look of defeat.

“If anything is wrong, come find me ok?” He affirms, and to reassure (and perhaps fluster) him, you thread your fingers between his, clasp your hands together and press a kiss on your joined knuckles, “Yes, yes. I know.”

The strobe lights shower his face in violet, and he’s grateful you can’t see how red he is.

You weave through the crowd with no particular purpose, dancing on beat to songs you can only remember half the lyrics to. There’s an attractive man who lingers behind you like he’s some ghost haunting you. You humor him because he’s way too cute to not entertain. Tall with slicked-back blond hair, broad shoulders, and an air of cockiness that should register as a red flag.

This song’s pretty. Synth heavy and melodic. The man behind you doesn’t shout his name over the music, he invades your personal space with large hands over your hips and whispers his name into your ear. Porco Galliard. The name sparks an unfortunate chord within you. Colt most certainly knew him, which means he was off-limits. 

It’s okay. You didn’t come here to hook up with a new boy toy today. You came here to have fun. You could dance with him a little.

He’s not afraid to touch you, hands all over your hips, pushing you closer. He’s so close, you could smell his aftershave. Minty. If you closed your eyes, you could pretend that his hair was dark. 

Porco bends his head to whisper in your ear, “You’re so intoxicating, I’ve always wanted to meet you.” 

Your eyes flutter in confusion. It’s cute, the blond thinks. Not minx-like like how you portray yourself, a deer caught under strobe lights. You frown, tilting your head, “Do you know who I am?”

He chuckles, and you could almost feel the vibrations of his deep voice. “Colt never really shuts up about you.” His fingers thrum on your hip, “His best friend.” The way he says those words are mocking, and you can feel your heart sink into your stomach. 

You lightly push his chest, “I-I should probably circulate.”

His eyes narrow but he doesn’t press, boldly kissing you on the apple of your cheeks and firmly squeezing your hip with the same hand that felt it was its right to situate itself there, “Come find me later.”

Definitely not, you think. That’s not going to happen. 

You leave the dance floor disjointed. Maybe you needed more liquid courage. Your eyes settle on an alcove on the second floor. Tentatively, you climb up the stairs, letting your intuition guide you. You wonder if it’s some kind of VIP room, as you look at the velvety walls and the private bar to the side. 

You’re about to turn around, knowing you probably won’t be let in since you’re essentially a no-body but you hear your name echoed behind you. 

It’s Reiner, and he gestures you to come into the room. You mutter thanks although you’re not quite sure what you’re thanking him for. 

“Some party huh?” He asks. 

Not in the mood for conversation, you simply nod. 

“Do you want to see Eren? I can take him to you.”

Even at the mention of his name, you could feel your heartbeat quicken, “Oh no, it’s totally fine. I’m sure I’ll catch him later.”

“But he’s right there”. And that dreaded pointer finger points to the large couch behind a table left messy with playing cards, crystal ashtray bowls, and shot glasses. It’s like you’re witnessing a stage with the bright lime-light only shining on Eren.

And the woman sprawled all over him. 

Reiner nudges you towards them, even though your feet don’t want to comply. You hate him for forcing you into this situation, no exit in sight. 

Eren’s eyes are closed, not like he’s napping, but merely resting. You can see the dark circles but fuck he looks good. He’s wearing a nice black button-up where most of the top buttons are left unfastened, showing off his nicely defined chest and you hate how you can’t tell who the small red marks on his skin are from. A string of pearls is around his neck, fastened like a choker. His legs are spread, his body half-sunken on the couch. 

There’s a pale hand stroking his chest. It belongs to one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. She’s sitting with her knees tucked under her, all wrapped up in a short glitzy dress, the shape and fit not unlike your own but you don’t think you can pull off your dress like the way she does. Her hair is dark and curly, framing her shoulders, and she has one of those unique faces you can spot in high fashion magazines. 

The way they look next to each other, like Adonis and Helen, like two halves of a whole-it makes you want to eat your insides. 

“Whose your friend Reiner?” She asks, the coyness evident in her tone. 

Reiner beams next to you, “She’s Colt’s plus one”. You’ve never wanted to punch anyone more, although you’re more than sure you have nothing against the student football athlete built like a brick house. 

The dark-haired woman coos, “Isn’t that cute? I didn’t know Colty had a girlfriend.” She pouts, “And I thought he told me everything.” There’s a funny feeling building in your gut, twisting and reacting over the nickname. 

Eren opens his eyes, disturbed by the noise. You’re not prepared to meet his viridian eyes. The “we’re just friends” you were about to utter dies in the roof of your mouth. 

“She’s not Colt’s girlfriend.” His voice is cold and flat, slightly hoarse. He looks straight at you, “Right?” But it doesn’t really feel like he’s asking you anything. 

You jumble over your words, “Yes um, Colt and I are not dating. We’re-we’re just friends,” You finish awkwardly. 

The woman’s eyes narrowed into slits as she observes the interaction between you and Eren, your frazzled demeanor giving everything away, “Do you guys know each other?” A question not even remotely addressed to you. 

Taking a long hit from his disposable vape, he blows out rings. “Yeah. Same college”

Jesus. You think. All those thoughts and feelings and restless nights spent with him, and he summarizes your familiarity with each other as attending the same school which is funny because you honestly don’t know the last time Eren has attended any of his classes. 

She removes his hand from his chest and brings it to you, offering a handshake. “Hello, I’m Pieck.”

You force yourself not to think about how this hand had just rubbed up and down Eren’s chest, likely feeling over the love bites she left on his torso. You shake her hand, introducing yourself with a shaky breath. 

There’s no music, no distractions, a hazy dark room filled with smoke and people you were totally out of your element with.

Reiner and Pieck are talking about something, the words not sticking to your ears. Eren is staring right at you, through you. Viridian eyes staring soullessly, no words to fill the void, just him and his pretty mouth blowing out curls of vapor, nauseatingly sweet vapor that almost made you miss the cigarette stench. 

You feel awkward, you feel scrutinized, and when his eyes stare at all of you, from the plunge of your neckline, the exposed calves and kitten heels you wore because you were too clumsy for grown-up heels (she wore stilettos), you want the ground to swallow you whole.  

Clearing your throat, you cringe as you hear yourself talk, “I-uh, should get back. It was good to meet you, Pieck.” The words come out as a rush. 

The dark-haired woman pouts, “Oh but we just met. Though we could talk a little more, you know girl to girl.” She giggles. 

Reiner smirks “Let her go, Pieck. Colt’s probably worried sick looking for her.” Eren clenches his mouth at the blond’s words but says nothing. 

You can hear your heartbeat thud. No words come out so you merely smile weakly and half-heartedly wave to the trio. 

As you leave, you catch a tail-end of a conversation you wish you hadn’t, “Are we going back to your place after Eren?”

You reach the bar at the dance floor with lightning speed, wanting nothing but to dissolve like sugar. You ask the bartender for shots, shots, and shots, doesn’t matter what. You’ll drink the man-shaped loneliness in your heart until it bleeds out. Your throat burns but you’ve long learned to welcome the fire. 

You’re about to down your third shot of clear liquid until you feel a warm hand wrap around your shoulder. You turn around, about to give a stern piece of your mind until your eyes find concerned hazel ones. 

Colt. Good old best friend Colt. 

Good old Colt who loved you so much everyone teased you for it. Good old Colt who wore his heart on his sleeve and would never dream of touching a cigarette. 

You’re buzzed, not even properly drunk, but there’s a bubby overexcited feeling bursting out from the seams. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed into worry. 

You roll your eyes, so typical of him to always be so serious. “Come on”, you grab his hand, “Let’s have fun!” He lets you drag him away to the dancefloor, fully knowing that if he wanted to, he could just push himself out of your grip. 

The song that’s playing is one that you and Colt have blasted multiple times in his car and that song has played so many times in that car, he swore he’d never play it again. 

“This is our song” you giggle, and poor, awkward Colt who unaccustomed to dancing merely stands, peering over you with a mix of worry and puzzlement, 

“I think you’ve had too much.” He tries to grasp your shoulders but you slink away in time. You’re perfectly fine, he’s just too much of a square to realize what having a good time is.

Batting your eyelashes, you look up at him, “Just follow my lead ok?” You guide his shyly eager hands to your hips. He looks at you like…he looks at you like…

Shit. Is this what Eren sees? When he looks at you? Genuine unadulterated admiration. No admiration isn’t it, this unnamed feeling has more weight.  

You intertwined your fingers with Colt’s warm hands. He’s red but he welcomes the touch, moving his body to the beat, and you giggle at his attempted dancing. He laughs too and all is warm and good. So warm and good, but not enough.

You crush your lips against the blond’s and you can feel him go still. But that moment of hesitation passes because he’s crushing his lips against yours too, hand digging deep into your back. You part your mouth, kissing his teeth and his tongue moves against yours. Slowly, sensually, sweetly. 

Without warning, he pulls back abruptly. 

He’s all flushed, “Wait, why…why did you kiss me?” What an entirely unromantic question. 

You give him a smile so wide your cheeks hurt, “You didn’t like it?”

He stumbles over his words, “No-No I did, I liked it a lot” You wish you could kill the pause, “...But…do you like me?”

You tilt your head, “Of course I like you Colt.”

He doesn’t believe you, you realize. And you’re not sure you believe it either. 

“N-no you don’t.” A deep breath, “I like you a lot. I think you know that.” Your nails dig into your palms so deeply. What’s he doing? Is he getting himself ready to ride the high horse?

“It’s not that deep…” You cut in. 

“No, it is that deep. I like you so so much, fuck I-” A deeper breath, “I like you too much to be used.”

I like you too much to be used. 

That doesn’t make sense, does it? Don’t you make yourself dispensable for the people you love? 

He takes a step back, voice so soft you want to screech, “I’m going to go home. If you need a ride back when you decide to leave, Sasha can take you home.”

“Colt” your voice is on the verge of breaking, “You don’t have to leave.” His lips are swollen, freshly kissed. 

He smiles at you, asymmetric and sad: “I should have left long ago.”

When you find Porco, there is no preamble. You whine not here and he pins you against the walls in the alleyway near the back exit of the club. It’s cold and when you exhale, you can see air. Porco is comfortably warm in his bomber jacket that he’ll never offer you. You didn’t want anyone to see you and the dark blond in the club, but it’s so cold out here. 

He moves too fast, hiking your leg up, slotting himself between your thighs. He pulls your dress down without much of a prelude, feeling up your soft breasts with calloused hands. He pulls on the nipple between his teeth, “You like this huh?” Your nipples are stiff because it’s cold, not because of his frenzied ministrations. 

He’s three fingers inside you when you push against his shoulder, “S-stop.” 

Agitation colors his face, “What do you mean?” As if to emphasize, his bulge presses against your core.

Maybe you should let him have his way. It wouldn’t be too bad. Probably wouldn’t last very long either, but your teeth are chattering and you hate how blond Porco’s hair is. 

But this is a situation. You hold on to his shoulders tightly, trying to force over the awkward words, “I w-want you to stop.” 

Reluctantly, he pulls his fingers out of you, annoyance etched onto his handsome features, “You’re a fucking tease.”

And he leaves like that. You let yourself slide against the wall, knees tucked to your chin. In a second, you’ll fish your phone out and call an Uber, but for now you just want-

You’re not very sure what you want. A moment to yourself? When has a moment to yourself never been miserable? 

You hide your head in your arms, ignoring the goosebumps prickling on your arms. 

Your nose reacts first. Those damn cigarettes. 

Raising your head up, you see the dark-haired archangel who haunts your dreams and nightmares. The street lamp’s light behind him makes him look ethereal, an angel with a street lamp halo.

Eren simply stands, watching you. You’re not in the mood to break the silence. Awkwardly, you hoist yourself up. Your heart is beating, but you don’t know if you have it in you to make yet another man disappointed. Of course, you could never disappoint Eren because he never expected much, did he? What was there to disappoint?

You forget though. Eren’s capable of apathy. 

And cruelty. 

“Colt ran off on you so you fucked his friend?”

You grit your teeth, “That’s none of your fucking business. And no I didn’t.”

The corner of his mouth perked up, “That’s good. You should be wary of the diseases he’s carrying.”

“As opposed to what?” You snark back, “How many sluts are you fucking?”

You didn’t mean for it to sound so bitter, but it makes him throw his head back in laughter, “Besides you, I can’t really think of anyone else.”

That’s it. You’re about to leave but a large hand overwhelms your wrist, “I’m kidding. You know that.” 

You try to pull away but he doesn’t let you, instead of pulling you into him and against the wall, in the very position Colt had you earlier. But now the chances of escape seem slim to zero. 

His slender fingers ghost over your jaw. 

“Shouldn’t you be with Pieck right now?” You hate the way you sound, reminded of all the movies written by men with overly jealous and bitchy female characters. 

His thumb swipes over your parted lips, “No, I’d rather be much with my favorite girl.”

You hate this, Hate how your heart swims up. Hate the amusement laced in his low voice. Hate how desperately you want to believe him. 

“That shut you up huh?” He chuckles. 

There’s a rude remark on the tip of your tongue that he swallows with a kiss. You kiss back. Teeth against teeth, mouth against mouth, his tongue dominating yours. 

When it’s time to breathe, he swiftly unzips his jacket and places it around your shoulders. You’re too shocked by the gesture to respond properly. You mutter out a thanks, flustered and flushed. 

His hands grope your inner thighs, thumb digging into the supple flesh. Slowly he whispers into your ear, “Let’s go back to mine.” 

[spade-of-storms]

Allen x Deuce — AU #1: demon/angel

art/designs/character lore by me // AU by @althea-and-alcestris

Explanations on the AU, designs and lore below the cut!

AU summary

All TWST characters and included OCs are demons, angels or something in between.

The original AU was made by @althea-and-alcestris.

Characters (summary)

ALLEN is not just any demon — he's the son of Asmodeus — the Prince of Hell who's the embodiment of lust — and one of the most powerful incubi to exist. Lusting after power, attention and whatnot, Allen is a prime example of demon royalty. He's not only incredibly charming and good-looking but also dangerous, and his incubus powers make it possible for him to know who likes him...

DEUCE is an average angel of no important position or role. He's mostly assigned to help other angels with their duties.

Ship lore (summary)

One day, Deuce accidentally gets kidnapped by demons who mistake him for another, much more important angel. After arriving in Hell, he meets Allen, who isn't shy to admit that he finds Deuce cute the second he senses the angel's first thoughts about him (= "oh gosh why is this demon so beautiful"). Deuce becomes a temporary prisoner of Hell due to the princes' orders and develops an infatuation with the gorgeous Allen almost immediately. Knowing how Deuce feels, Allen decides to visit him a lot in order to tease him and make his stay harder for the angel, and the two develop a romance (even though Deuce is the only one with genuine feelings at first). Deuce feels incredibly guilty for liking a demon in this way, but he can't help it — Allen is too alluring and fun to be around, and he has gotten addicted to his presence. After Deuce eventually gets released and returns to Heaven, he realizes that he's now in the middle of his biggest task yet: hiding his romance with a royal demon and managing to sneak out.

Differences to canon

Allen has a much different personality in this AU. Unlike the oftentimes gloomy canon Allen who tends to hide his true feelings and doesn't believe that anyone could truly love him, demon!Allen is incredibly open about his feelings and doesn't shy away from stirring trouble. He's extremely confident in his ability to make people fall in love with him and enjoys toying with their feelings.

Allen and Deuce — like most characters in the AU — both have the appearances of young adults in their early 20s, but are actually 1000+ years old.

Thank you for reading! 🌪♠️

[fumifooms]

Do you think maybe a large part also of why Chilchuck's wife left him was because of how much he changed after becoming an adventurer? He seemed naive and spirited once, but became more jaded the more dungeon crawling he did. I like to think with the new image of his wife that Flertom and Puckpatti's cheerful demeanor came from how Chilchuck was once as a child. But she accepted that people change. And yet that night, meeting how he is with his coworkers, reminds her of how he used to be.

Yes I do! I go into it in my masterpost on Chilchuck’s family, though I made it before we got his wife’s face reveal. If you want to see my thoughts on what things might have pushed her to leave I recommend you go to the ‘Possible strains on the marriage’ section!

Ooh I like your thoughts! Flertom and Puckpatti inheriting good cheer from him would be soo cute (it’d also be funny with how he’s like "Meijack, my daughter most like me" meanwhile the ones with the opposite of her personality got it from him. Sike Meijack’s like her mom the most lmao), but for Puckpatti at least I’m skeptical.

Chilchuck likes good cheer out of work sure, but he dislikes optimism/carefreeness. It makes him worry on if they can take care of themselves or if they’ll be able to make it (in part due to how he was himself tricked by parties in the past), so I’ve theorized that Puckpatti’s carefree demeanor is actually an effect of Chilchuck working out of home more and more as the years go by, and thus having the least of an influence on his youngest child, leaving his wife to do most of the raising and teaching lessons.

I don’t know what to make of his wife’s portrait yet, she does seem pretty jaded herself, or like she has a lot on her mind. Since it’s supposedly set into the present of canon, it could just be that she’s still affected and upset by having left him… Or maybe that’s just how she is! Maybe Chilchuck rubbed off on her too, or maybe she grew that way more over the years by herself, or maybe she’s always been a little gloomy/ice queen looking, no clue! I don’t think trying to take away a lot of her personality from just the portrait would be effective or wise, but now I do think she’s the more reserved and serious type.

"Yet that night, meeting how he is with his coworkers, reminds her of how he used to be" Asker I looooove this, you’re so right!! That could definitely be part of it, I hadn’t seen that angle. He’s very cheerful and open when sharing drinks with people as we see, so it’s possible she’s like "Wow, he’s having such a good time here with his coworkers. Why isn’t he usually like that with me?" plus just being hit with a ton of bricks of realization that that part of him was why she loved him, but he’s changed so much so maybe they should cut their losses and part away. And especially since they were childhood friends, too! 20 years sure do change a man. Chilchuck does say she fell into a bad mood after the outing on the way back home but didn’t know why, so there’s a lot of thoughts and feelings we can assign to her. Again, I encourage you to read my big post on it if it interests you, I give many different interpretations and whatnot~!