#but I guess when top 2 were already obvious it made the rest of the process easier

[silvergyus]

top 5 txt title tracks

1.) 0X1=LOVESONG

the song that got me into txt!! I legit dunno that I would've gotten as deep into kpop if I hadn't heard this song! came out like 3 weeks before I got into txt and is my everything. every time I've seen them live I'm never emotionally prepared to hear it. literally one of the best songs of all time

2.) LO$ER=LO♡ER

my first ever comeback 🥰 will always have the nostalgia factor for me. plus screaming "I'M A LOSER" in a room full of moas is the best thing ever. also kai was so so close to me for this song at my last show and it was life changing

3.) Runaway

I listened to this song so much in 2021 it was a serious problem. stopped listening to it for a while because I had listened to it *that much* but listened to it with headphones a couple months ago and fell back down the rabbit hole. I love this song so much

4.) Crown

my ringtone! I love the beeps and I love that they're a reoccurring thing with txt

5.) Deja Vu

I think this might narrowly beat out Sugar Rush Ride but I love singing this one. this whole album was so good

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── ୨୧ !　𝗧𝗜𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗞 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 | 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟯

　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: 4 times that Y/N and Chris made a couple's trend on tiktok.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anons, @lightsgore and @love4triplets

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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1.

Y/N was sitting on the couch in the living room of her house, which she shared with her boyfriend and his brothers. Her legs were crossed on the upholstered while her upper body was resting on the armrest, her head facing the kitchen.

She had her phone in hand, the TikTok recording screen open, and the audio she would use already selected.

The girl smiled slightly, clicking the red button, keeping her rear camera focused on the kitchen table.

"It might not be something you would do"

The lens captured the image of her boyfriend and his brothers behind the wooden table, basic kitchen utensils, and assorted ingredients scattered over the surface.

The triplets were filming a video where Chris had to cook them his favorite meal, and it was obvious that he was going to make an extra dish for his girlfriend.

"But you haven't seen my man"

Chris was standing behind the grill, his hands moving the spatula so that he changed the position of the burger every now and then, frying it completely.

His mouth moved quickly as he bickered with his brothers, who were on either side of him watching his movements.

"... you haven't seen my man"

The video cut to Chris approaching Y/N with a pink plate in hand and a huge smile on his face, a full burger on it.

You could see a difference between her burger and the one he made for himself and his brothers; Hers was prettier and juicier.

When posting the TikTok, Y/N wrote in the top corner: "When your boyfriend cooks for you."

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2.

Y/N and Chris were in their shared room. Chris was sitting on his gaming chair while Y/N was on his lap, their legs wrapped around each other.

Her phone screen - which was resting on the computer table - showed the countdown to start recording TikTok.

"Hi guys! As many of you already know, Chris is addicted to hockey games, as he played it himself when he was still at school." Y/N spoke, pointing her left hand momentarily towards Chris, who nodded, keeping his eyes on the device's screen. "So today, we're going to do that trend where you guess your husband's favorite sports teams, but in this case, just to-"

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait." Chris quickly interrupted her. His hands, which had previously wrapped around her waist firmly preventing her from slipping, rose into the air. His blue eyes were wide, and his mouth was open in a perfect O.

"What?" Y/N moved her body so that her upper body was facing him, her eyes running over his shocked features. "What?"

"Husband?" Chris asked, looking at her with an involuntary smile decorating his face, his right hand resting on her back, serving as a support, while his left one traveled to her thighs, caressing the covered skin.

"Yeah. What's wrong with that?" Y/N asked, pressing her lips into a thin line, trying to stop a laugh from escaping at her boyfriend's reaction.

"There's... There's absolutely nothing wrong with that." Chris shook his head repeatedly, his cheeks burned, and he was sure they had a strong tinge of red.

"Okay..." Y/N dragged the letter "A", smiling and returning her attention to her phone. "So, I'm going to have to guess my husband's favorite sports teams-" She interrupted her own sentence, frowning when she saw on her cell screen Chris retrieving a blank paper from one of the drawers of his desk, fiddling with it while the girl spoke. "Chris, what are you doing?"

The boy let out a low childish laugh, moving the paper a few more times before finally raising his right hand, showing what he was doing.

Between his index finger and thumb was a paper ring.

"Chris, what?" Y/N let out an incredulous laugh, raising her hands so he could grab his that held the fake ring, but Chris quickly took away his own, pulling it away from her.

"Ah, ah. I'm the one who has to put it in you, wifey." He smiled amused. His eyes seemed to shine under the white light of his room, while an almost colorful aura seemed to come out of his body, warm joy surrounding him. "Give me your hand."

Y/N shook her head, feeling disbelieved. She let out a breathy laugh, raising her left hand towards him.

Chris delicately fitted the paper ring onto her ring finger, smiling a childish smile and winking at the camera, before bringing his face closer to hers and sealing his lips on her cheeks repeatedly, eliciting laughter from the girl.

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3.

"Um, excuse me." Y/N approached Chris's figure. He was facing a shelf in that row, pretending to analyze a box of tampons.

The two were recording a TikTok trend where Y/N pretended to be a random girl hitting on Chris at the grocery store. Her phone was resting on one of the shelves so that the front camera recorded the two of them from their waist up.

Chris pretended to be startled, jumping to the side and looking at her with wide eyes.

"What do you want?"

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line, swallowing her laughter.

"You are that famous youtuber, right?" She smirked the way she did when she flirted, keeping her eyes focused on Chris's face.

It was possible to see Chris's eyes remain on her mouth for longer than he should, his tongue escaping through his lips, wetting them.

"Hey! Put your eyes up here." Y/N fumed, hitting Chris hard in the chest with a random box that she picked up to use for the video.

"Ouch, I'm sorry, babe, you're so sexy." Chris raised his arms in surrender, smiling in amusement, returning to his serious expression quickly when he saw Y/N throw an angry look in his direction.

CUT

Y/N approached again, placing her hand on Chris's right shoulder.

"Hey, excuse me. Do you know where the candles are?" She asked in a sweet voice, stroking his covered skin.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure they're-" Chris' sentence was interrupted by a sharp slap that Y/N gave on his shoulder, right where she was caressing seconds before. "Hey! What was that for?"

"Are you going to let her caress you, Christopher?" Y/N crossed her arms, glaring at him.

"But I didn't-"

CUT

"Um, excuse me?" Y/N spoke again, approaching Chris with a box of cereal in hand.

"Yeah?" Chris lifted his gaze, looking at her carefully, waiting for her to say or do something.

"Do you know this brand of cereal? Is it good?" The girl caressed his biceps lightly, lifting the box so that it was almost glued to Chris's face.

"Don't touch me. I have a wife and kids at home." He practically shouted, pushing Y/N's hand away and taking steps back.

The girl threw her head back, her mouth opening as laughter escaped her throat.

"That was good. But Nick and Matt aren't our kids."

CUT

"Hey, you're so cute." Y/N brought her body closer to Chris's, smirking as she raised her eyes, looking into the brunette's blue ones.

The boy took a step to the side, moving away from Y/N surreptitiously.

"Yeah, I know. My girlfriend says I'm cute all the time. Thanks, tho." Chris spoke, keeping his eyes on the items on the shelf in front of him.

"Do you wanna have two?" The girl asked, swallowing her laugh as she approached again.

"Two what?" Chris asked, his voice sounding high-pitched. He widened his eyes, looking at her from the corner of them.

"Girlfriend's." She replied, the beginning of a smile appearing on the right corner of her lips.

"No, absolutely not. One is already a headache enough! Get away from me, weird bitch." The boy shouted, keeping his body facing the shelf, only turning his face towards Y/N, casting a look of false disgust towards her.

Y/N let out an instant laugh, bending her upper body forward and holding her stomach with her right hand.

"Boo!" Chris shouted towards her, widening his eyes and pushing his body forward in an attempt to scare her, before a laugh escaped his lips.

"You passed!"

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4.

Y/N approached the bed in her shared room with Chris, where her boyfriend was lying below the duvet, sleeping. The girl had her phone in her right hand with the TikTok recording screen already open.

She clicked the red button before bringing the device closer to Chris's face. He was sleeping soundly, his right cheek pressed against the pillow and his mouth half open, where small snores escaped.

"Chris? Chris!" Y/N touched his messy hair lightly, stroking the brunette curls as she called out to him in a low voice.

"Hmm?" The boy only opened his left eye, looking at her briefly before closing it again.

"Chris, wake up!" She called again, pulling the duvet down.

"What?" Chris's voice sounded hoarse from sleep.

"My boyfriend is coming, get up!" Y/N insisted, gesturing with her hand as if asking him to stand up. "You need to hide. Go to the closet!"

"Huh?" Chris's eyes looked at her for a few long seconds, and Y/N swore she could see his brain trying to work behind his pupils.

"My boyfriend is coming, you have to hide!" Y/N repeated, pulling his arm lightly.

Chris lifted his upper body, pushing the duvet off his body, revealing his gray sweatpants and white t-shirt. He crawled to the end of the bed, ready to get up.

"Is he strong?" The boy asked, still groggy.

A laugh escaped Y/N's lips, but she cleared her throat, trying to hide it.

"Yeah." The girl responded, her voice coming out wavy from the laugh she was holding back. "Hurry!"

The camera captured the image of Chris rising, his eyes still far away from sleep and his feet staggering on the floor.

At some point, the boy tripped over his backpack that was thrown between the bed and the closet, almost falling. He quickly crouched down, sitting on the floor and pulling his legs close to his chest, as if the position would make him disappear.

A laugh escaped Y/N's mouth, making her phone shake slightly with the movement.

"Wait, who?" Chris lifted his head, looking from down at her, frowning in confusion.

"My boyfriend." Y/N responded between laughs, taking a deep breath.

"But, wait- I'm your boyfriend." The boy shook his head, confusion taking over his brain. He stretched his legs out on the floor again, leaving his hands on his thighs, staring into the wall while trying to process what was happening.

Y/N put down her phone, laughing loudly and crouching on the floor next to Chris, laying her head on his shoulder while laughter still escaped her lips.

"Are you pranking me?"

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JOJOS: Tight, virgin and warm. . .

Modern!AU. I aged-up some characters for obvious reasons. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: I didn't include Jolyne because she's missing an essential body part (cock) for this post, but I guess she'd be in prompt 2

JoJos x Fem!Reader

First time anal<3

nsfw link: Jonathan, Don! Giorno | If you want to experiment it, you will have to be the one to take the initiative in this case. You had already had vaginal sex, but this was different from before. Before starting the action, your husband would eat you out first, so you can relax, his long fingers preparing your tight entrace. After that, he would carefully enter, his pace would first be quite slow, since he wouldn't want to hurt you, but if you insist, maybe he would consider fucking you harder<3

nsfw link: Joseph, Josuke | On the other hand, he would be the one to take the initiative here. Of course your pussy is perfect, but he has touched himself more than once thinking what it would be like to feel your petite ass around his cock. So after an intense make-out session, you obviously being on top of him, his rough hands would start squeezing your ass, removing your skirt, and later your panties. Your eagerness with his would be quite comical, just imagine sinking into his dick, making sure you fill the right hole. Once you had gotten used to his dick inside your ass, there was no turning back. His thrusts were brutal, they were so strong that each thrust made you bounce like a ragdoll. It's not his fault, tho. It's not his fault that your butt is so tight and perfect:((

nsfw link: Jotaro, Johnny | Anal was something that had come to mind, but he had no intention of practicing it with you, well at least not until now. It's not that he doesn't feel like it, not at all, several times he had gotten hard when imagining what it would be like to feel his cock inside your asshole, He preferred to do other kinks with you. However, one day you waited for him in bed with a precious butt plug resting between your ass cheeks. Impossible not to be turned on by that. He replaced the butt plug with his cock, slowly filling you. At first it was quite slow, so that both of you could get used to the sensation, but after a few minutes, his pace was quite abrupt. Oh, it was so pleasurable, maybe this was the reason you guys hadn't tried this before, he would lose all control, his hands slapping your ass and his cock destroying your insides.

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[renjunniex]

Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader Series

Frenemy

Omega Part 1 | Omega Part 2 | Shape Shifted | Ice Pick | Abomination | Venomous | Restraint | Raving | Party Guessed | Fury

Prompt: With the group knowledge that the Kanima is in fact Jackson, it's time to try to take some real action.

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After what you had witnessed Allison had taken Lydia home while you and the boys got into Roscoe and took off after Jackson.

"And we're sure they don't know it's Jackson," you repeated for what might have been the hundredth time. You had no seatbelt on while sitting in your usual spot in the back middle. "Pretty sure, they were a little preoccupied," Stiles shot back trying to focus on the road as he swerved under a bridge almost coming into contact with a fence.

"Okay, what do we do now?" Stiles had looked at the passenger seat along with you only to find it vacant and the door wide open. Your heads turned back to the windshield watching as Scott's form landed on the other side of the fence, taking off. Stiles sighed shaking his head, looking at you.

"Why does he always do that?" you questioned.

~

You and Stiles had followed Scott until he stopped at a bar, once Stiles had parked you both had scrambled out the car and towards the werewolf. You ended up startling the boy when you almost crashed into him.

"Sorry!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" You both apologized Stiles holding you to keep you balanced. "Did you see where he went," Scott groaned at the boy's question, "I lost him."

"You lost him!" your scream was covered by Stiles' hand as he spoke, "What? you couldn't catch his scent?"

"I don't think he has one."

"Alright, any clue where he's going?" Stiles continued with his onslaught of questions. "To kill someone," Scott said as if it wasn't the most obvious answer.

You took the hand resting on your mouth off, "I would've never guessed." Stiles pointed at you in mockery, "Ah! That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good, makes perfect sense now!" You played along with his statement, pointing back at the sarcastic boy.

Scott gave you both unimpressed looks, "What, Scott come on, I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense." The werewolf's eyes flickered to you, raising your hands you answered, "I'm basically in the same boat."

"Just help me find it."

"Not 'it', Jackson," Stiles corrected.

"Yeah, I know. I know."

"Alright, but does he know that?"

You gritted your teeth, "He better not know because if he lied straight to our faces, I'm gonna kick his teeth in."

"Did anybody else see him back at your house," Scott shook his head gazing at you, "I mean, I don't think so." You gave a similar answer, "He was already upstairs with Lydia when I got there." Another sigh was heard from the omega, "But he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?"

"I don't know," stressed Scott to Stiles.

You rocked your head to side, "If we assume that he wasn't lying to us and maybe he doesn't remember, that would be significantly different from a werewolf." Your best friends' heads both turned to you in confusion. "Well as a werewolf you remember when you transform. If Jackson doesn't, it could mean the Kanima is technically a different entity."

"When's the Kanima, not the Kanima?" Stiles asked.

Scott answered, "When it's Jackson."

Stiles took a few steps, "Uh, dude." Scott and you both looked at him as he pointed up. Just barely you could see Jackson's tail slither into the building from the window at the top.

"Okay but why is he going in there?" you gestured to the building. Scott's head tilted back to the front door and you saw him perk up, "I know who he's after." You moved your head to look where Scott was staring. It was Danny.

"What how? Did you smell something?"

Scott nodded, "Armani."

You guys made your way to the back where Scott had ripped the back lock off and you guys went in. Even though it seemed to be mostly a men's gay bar you saw a couple of girls scattered about, which made you breathe out of relief, at least you wouldn't stick out too much. You kept low, staying behind the boys while they tried to order beer. You eyes rolled, even in the face of danger they acted ridiculous. You yelled over the loud sound of music, "Hey, I found Danny," pointing in the direction of the dancing hockey player.

"I found Jackson."

You grouped a little closer as you guys started plotting, "Get to Danny," Scott ordered.

"What are you gonna do," Stiles asked.

Scott's claws whipped out, "Works for me," you shrugged grabbing Stiles and you tried to make your way through the crowd.

"Hey! Danny!" The two of you took turns calling for him but it didn't matter, he couldn't hear you over the raving music. It ended up being too late, even with Derek showing up, Jackson was able to paralyze Danny and a few others.

Scott followed the blood trail, you and Stiles trailing behind, that Jackson had left behind from when Derek slashed him. Scott was crouched next to the unconscious Jackson, "What do we do with him now?"

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You guys had squished Jackson on the floor of the backseat of Stiles' Jeep. Inconvenient for you since your spot was in the backseat, you used your feet to push Jackson further forward so you had more space for your legs.

Scott had gotten in the passenger side, finished talking to Danny, "Couldn't get anything out of Danny."

"Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles panicked turning to the wheel to start the Jeep. "No, seriously, I really don't like being back here with the lizard man." Before Stiles could even turn the key, Sheriff came rolling in sirens and lights on.

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Could this get any worse?" Like out of a sitcom Jackson made a sound similar to a hum. "That was rhetorical," Stiles turned yelling as if it could've been heard by the passed out boy.

Scott pointed to the lights, "Get rid of him." Stiles did a double take before whispering like his dad could hear him even from so far away, "Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff."

You shot forward and screeched, "Do something!" Both boys jumped at your tone, Stiles flailed his arms in frustration and then left to go fix the situation. Jackson began to wake up and Scott as well as you started to panic, shushing him to be quiet. Enough became enough and Scott finally punched Jackson across the jaw causing Jackson to go unconscious once more. You two made eye contact with Sheriff waving trying to make everything seem normal.

You saw him nod his head at your best friend before the boy tapped the side of his dad's shoulder and then jogged back to the Jeep. You guys drove away as soon as Stiles started Roscoe, driving into the night.

"Uh, what about your house?"

"Not with my mom there?"

Your head lifted from its tired state, "What about our house?" Scott motioned to Jackson, "We need to take him somewhere, where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

"I still say we just kill him," Stiles stated which earned an hum of agreement from you, "I personally think Stiles is on to something."

"We're not killing him!"

"Jeez, okay," you mumbled.

Stiles groaned, "God! F- okay, okay."

There was a few moments of silence when Stiles began to speak again, "I've got an idea." You scoffed, "Oh, no. That's never good."

"Does it involve breaking the law?"

"By now, don't you think that's a given?"

You snorted at their interaction, "Seriously, at this point we might just land ourselves on Beacon Hill's most wanted."

"I was just trying to be optimistic," reasoned Scott.

Stiles rebutted without hesitation, "Don't bother."

~

Apparently Stiles' great plan was to steal a Beacon Hills police transport vehicle and lock Jackson inside. Definitely not his most foolproof plan, that's for sure. Luckily for you, they sent you away as to not get you caught up in the mess. Which led you back to school where you were basically forced to do two things, hang out with Allison plus Lydia and the other being to avoid Isaac as much as possible.

You saw Allison walking through the empty hall, she was watching as some technicians installed cameras. "They're to keep tabs on all the creepy crawlies, aka us," you joked as you finally caught up with her. "By the way, don't worry Scott said that he would be back for class, so you should probably get going now if you want to have a chance to talk to him." She nodded gratefully, resting her hand on your shoulder for a second, she took off in the direction of her class.

Classes had gone by agonizingly slow, probably because you didn't have the two people you always had with you. Out of everything though, the hardest thing has been avoiding the blue-eyed werewolf. Hallways were pretty easy but during classes were especially hard, guess that's your own fault for choosing spots as close as you could to him at the beginning of the year.

The last class had ended and you were collecting your things from your locker. You had planned on going back to the spot Stiles had chosen to keep the vehicle, however that was probably gonna have to wait.

"(Y/N)!"

You could feel your blood run cold as your body froze in its spot. You slightly glanced over your shoulder to see it was indeed the same boy you had been avoiding, well trying to that is. You tried to rush off down the hall but he was too fast for you, his hand grasped your wrist spinning you around to face him.

"(Y/N), please," he spoke softly as you continued to try and tug yourself free. "Just wait."

The softness of his voice had stopped you, you couldn't help yourself it was like it triggered something inside of you. Even with all the knowledge you had, any hint of the old Isaac sucked you back in without a thought.

You finally stopped pulling, letting the weight of your body drop and you kept your attention on the floor, "You tried to kill her, you hurt my friends. How could you?" You sounded so shattered, it made Isaac's whole body tremble. "I know, I know but Derek-." Your head shot up, "But Derek nothing! You had a choice and you chose wrong! I just, ugh," your hands reached at the roots of your hair by your temples, pulling out of stress, your rambling had continued. You didn't even care anymore the hallway had already cleared from everyone going home so nothing was stopping your outburst. Nothing except the feeling of soft lips on yours.

You felt shock run its way through your body like volts of electricity. His lips were on yours. He was kissing you. You couldn't stop yourself from easing yourself into him, finally returning the action, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck and eyes fluttering closed. When he felt you reciprocate his hands moved from your wrists, one placing itself around your waist tugging you closer while he laid the other on your hip.

Eventually you two pulled away from each other, small gasps of breath releasing from both of you. Almost like you had broken out of a trance you put your hand on his chest pushing him away. "You can't just do that after everything you've done and expect it to be all okay."

He nodded, "I know, I'm sorry. I don't know what just came over me, I couldn't help myself. I didn't come to mess with you okay, I just needed to see you." He paused looking at you, he was looking for something, anything to indicate that you believed him.

"Did you lie to me?"

Your question caused the boy's eyebrows to furrow as he shook his head, "What?"

Your foot stomped out of frustration, "At the school, the night of the game, did you lie to me Isaac Lahey? Was it some kind of sick plan Derek put you up to?" His mouth stood gaped, he shook his head rapidly, "No, no, I never lied to you about any of that. (Y/N), I really, really like you, okay? I always have."

"Then why did you do it, following Derek's orders meant hurting me so if you felt anything for me why would you listen to him." He went silent, he didn't have an answer. He wanted you by his side but he didn't want to be an omega. He had to choose though because he couldn't have it both ways.

You felt your phone buzz, taking it out of your pocket you saw a message from Allison.

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They know about the thing.

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Alright omw.

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Even with her keeping the text short because of her parents, you knew exactly what she was talking about. Jackson, someone knew about what the boys did to Jackson; his parents, Allison's, or the cops, you weren't sure but that didn't matter.

Trying to keep a straight face you looked back at the werewolf standing in front of you. You were pretty sure they still didn't know about Jackson so you had to be careful. "I have to go." You quickly turned, adjusting your bag back on your shoulder.

"Wait-."

"You can't keep trying to play both sides Isaac."

~

You had found Allison in the school and you both went to meet Stiles in the woods. You've never seen the girl drive so fast before if you were being honest. Once you had made it, you guys made a dash for the vehicle where Stiles faced away from you.

You startled the boy who let out a scream of, "Oh, my God," while you started talking, "They know."

"What?"

"They know Jackson's missing!" Allison exclaimed a look of panic still on her face.

Stiles raised the phone in his hand, "No, they can't. I've been texting his parents since last night. They don't have a clue." The girl gave a rapid shake of her head, "My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know."

Stiles turned to you for confirmation and when you gave him just that he let the phone dangle in between two of his fingers as if it had suddenly gotten a disease. He let out noises of panic as he raised it to you, "Chuck that." He dashed into the van, grabbing the radio where the dispatcher could be heard.

All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Repeat, proceed with caution.

You three jumped into the van, Allison turned to Stiles, "Where are we going?" He typed on Jackson's phone, "Somewhere very far from this," he tossed it out the window before speeding away.

Stiles had given you his phone to call for Scott, he said it was so they couldn't connect you to anything if something happened. Scott had answered and assured you three he would meet you guys there as soon as he could.

When Stiles had found a better place to park, you three waited for Scott which ended up not being that long in the end. The four of you stood close to the edge discussing what to do with Jackson.

"If Jackson doesn't remember being the Kanima, then he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet," the werewolf sighed.

Stiles replied with such urgency it almost scared you, "Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?" You shrugged, "Maybe it wasn't his idea, what if someone else took it?"

"Then somebody else knows what he is," Stiles pointed out. Scott looked at Stiles in realization, "Which means that someone's protecting him."

Allison nodded along, "Like the bestiary says, 'The Kanima seeks a friend,' right?"

Stiles stopped the conversation, "Okay, hold on. So somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the Kanima and then just erases part if it so he wouldn't know? I mean, who would do that?"

"Somebody who wanted to protect him," Allison offered. "There's something else," Scott started, "You said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that's actually true?"

"So what, all the people killed so far have been murderers? Seems absurd doesn't," you questioned.

"Well, no, it can't be. It tried to kill all of us, remember? I don't know about you three but I haven't murdered anybody lately," Stiles said.

"But I don't think that it was actually trying to kill us," Scott turned to Allison, "Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it?"

"You're right, it just ran off," she confirmed. Scott had turned back to Stiles, "And it didn't kill you in the mechanic's garage."

"It hasn't tried to kill me, yet," you added.

"Well, yeah, but it tried to kill me and Derek in the pool."

"Did it," Scott asked.

"It would've. It was waiting for us to come out."

"What if it was trying to keep you in?"

Stiles rolled his shoulders back and bounced on his feet, "Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?" You patted his shoulder slightly and continued the conversation, "Okay, but why would it go through all that trouble?"

"Because there's something else going on. We don't know what it is. We don't know anything about what's going on with Jackson or why someone's protecting him."

You saw Allison face scrunch up lightly, "Know thy enemy." You three turned your attention towards her, "Just something my grandfather said."

"Alright, I got it," Stiles stated, "Kill Jackson. Problem solved." You pointed to the boy, "Honestly, the more I hear that suggestion, the more I'm starting to consider it. I was against Derek killing Lydia but when it comes to Jackson that philosophy it starting to go out the window."

The couple looked at you two, unamused by your banter. "He risked his life for us. Against Peter, you remember that?" He tried to reason with you two but you guys weren't having it.

"Yes, but what did we just find out," you scoffed.

"He got the bite from Derek. It's funny how he just got exactly what he wanted but supposedly risking his life for us, it's funny," Stiles waved his hands around sarcastically.

"Yeah, it doesn't mean he's not still worth saving." Stiles sighed at Scott, "It's always something with him, though."

"Stiles is right, even before all this," you agreed.

"He doesn't know what he's doing." You raised your hands out, "So what?"

"So, I didn't either. And neither did you," Scott pointed out. He turned to the dark haired girl once more, "You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?" She acknowledged him slightly before he continued, "I had someone to stop me. He has nobody."

"How is that our problem," you asked. Stiles agreed, "That's his own fault."

"Doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should try."

~

Later that night, you and Stiles came back to the preserve to check up on the couple and what you saw was worrying to say the least. Stiles pounded on the car window, "You guys might wanna come take a look at this."

The two of you jogged the couple over to the van where you could see the back doors pried open and no Jackson in sight.

"I have to tell my father." Scott was in a daze as he started to walk away. "Scott. He's going to kill someone."

"Okay, tell him. Tell him everything," the boy relented.

"Scott, I gotta tell mine, too."

"This is all my fault."

Allison tried to reason with him, "It's not. But we have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this."

"Not to mention, this and everything with Derek as well," you mentioned.

Scott was still in his fatigued state, "You're right." Allison finally directed her attention to Stiles, "How you gonna make your dad believe all this?"

"I don't know."

Scott finally broke out of his trance turning, his eyes glowing, "He'll believe me."

a/n: sorry about the kind of shorter chapter, honesty I feel like there wasn't much that happened in this episode anyways :/ hope you guys enjoyed either way tho!!

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[meowunmeow]

Undead Unluck Chapter 196 Spoilers!!

WHAT THE ACTUAL FU

She seems to be so sure about this fact... Obviously it's because she made her predictions from information already established in the previous loop. But maybe this is trying to say something. What if she's wrong? What if it's not the same people each time?

It's been proven that she's right with the memories she got from artifacts showing Nico, Gina and Void always being in the team. But not the rest. Maybe it's shown like that on purpose.

Juiz didn't predict Billy's betrayal, so it's either that she has never encountered Unfair before or Unfair was a different person back then.

Oh and the chapter title makes me think that the next chapter will be named "Go!!!"

BILLYYYYYY <3 <3 <3 I MISS YOU (look at this silly man. I love him :]) and Grandpa Isshin with Baby Haruka!! I still love the beard pulling gag lol

Glad we get more in-depth information about Unbreakable. Out of every abilities, this one is the most vague. "Whatever they make that they poured their soul into becomes unbreakable" it's a fully mental requirement. Guess it also requires lots of training...

BRUH HE EATS SOULS?? Soul Eater lmao

Why is he holding the octopus like that 😭 it's like a squeaky toy that's about to pop

*moans and dies* FUUKO WITH A SWORD FUUKO WITH A-

Top and Haruka :]]

Huhhh does that means UMAs aren't simply personifications of concepts but are rather only closely intertwined? As in, if they're gone so is the concept but they are not the concept itself??

I wonder how many other previously established facts were simply mistakened assumptions...

"at this moment" that means she only saw it when Beast ate the octopus. Did something trigger it?

And it's really showing the uniqueness of souls. They exist but if you don't believe in them, it's nonexistent to you, example being Victor's "humans only live because blood pumps into their brain" as well as Andy not believing in it until the whole hypothetical timeline in the Autumn arc. It's taking the whole "it's all about how you see it" thing to the extreme.

Also damn Beast that eyeliner's gonna stab me with how sharp it is

ANFUU- *flatlines* HOLY SHIT IT'S THEMMMM

Everytime she calls him her partner I combust into flames I love them so much ughhhhh

"beasts are no different" I suppose souls are synonymous with life then

Autumn arc really was just the two of them learning from each other :((( as well as the first hint of soul, apparently. Fuuko's soul literally got sucked out by Artifact Soul Caliber so it should've been obvious, really.

Looks like Fuuko got it right on the money, based on Beast's expression giving off an "I underestimated the situation" message (Tozuka-sensei's such an awesome artist damn)

Oof looks like Beast's tendency to blabber is being used against him. Not even Talk no Jutsu, he's just overconfident and is falling from his hubris.

FIRST RULE REVEAL WOOOO (but not First Seat so not much celebration yet)

"born afterwards" that means soul/life begins all. Are UMAs affected as well? Or maybe I'm seeing it wrong.

THIS SPREAD IS SO GORGEOUS WOWSEE

Finger guns...???

BRUH... JUST... BRUH. (this and the following pages deserves its own post. I am NOT letting this get hidden away. what the fuck.)

TL;DR of the post if y'all are too lazy:

1) What the absolute fuck. What the fuck. My mouth has been agape for 30 whole minutes. What the fuck.

2) I think I fell in love with Fuuko all over again.

[songofsoma]

Sea Maiden

woah actually a second part??? who would've guessed (not me)

fandom: assassin’s creed odyssey pairing: kassandra x f!reader words: 1,533 rating: mature

read it on ao3

part 1 // part 2

All of your belongings that mattered had fit into a modest trunk, save the supplies you had purchased, which were slung over your shoulder in a thread-bare pack. 

You had been at the docks before the sun had even risen. Sleep had been impossible upon knowing that in mere hours you would be taken back into the loving embrace of your true love, the sea.

The docks were quiet. Only a few sailors roamed their respective decks, prepping for whatever journey the day would bring forth. You were sitting atop your trunk in front of the Adrestia while shifting through star maps that you could barely read in the dim light of breaking dawn. Above you, the sky was yawning a deep red through the fangs of sparse clouds, something to take note of before setting off. 

“You’re out early!” A familiar voice called.

Kassandra was standing at the railing, looking down at you with a broad smile and hands firmly square on her hips. 

You felt your lips curling to return the smile as you rolled up your maps and shoved them in your bag. “The Gods tried to strike me down multiple times on my way here. I successfully evaded them to get to you,” you joked.

She laughed heartily, hopping down onto the dock. Her hair was loose as if she had not yet prepared it for the day. But you found you liked it in this state, the unruly brunette curls being blown around by the wind, and her movements were fretfully charming. “I hope they will be forgiving. Having Poseidon capsize us with a great wave would be unfortunate.”

Kassandra insisted on carrying your chest aboard even when you insisted it wasn’t that heavy. It wasn’t a bad deal, however. You were able to watch the lean muscle of her arms work as she hoisted it up with a proud grin upon noticing your watchful gaze. 

“How long have you been itching to show off?” you asked in amusement, trying to muffle your obvious attraction.

“Long enough,” she admitted slyly before signaling you to follow her.

Already she was so forward. It was beginning to validate how she had clouded your thoughts for the past few days. Every corner you turned, a part of you selfishly hoped to run into the Eagle-Bearer. When you closed your eyes at night, you recalled how the small scar on her top lip tugged whenever she smiled or laughed. And you thought of her sitting across at your sad excuse of a kitchen table, talking so casually about how she was going to kill a man. That, you had to admit, had been rather sexy. 

She stepped onto the deck with ease, only needing a moment to balance the bulk of your luggage on her hip to grip the rope to tug herself aboard. Promptly, she set the chest down, offering a hand to you as if you hadn’t been coming on and off ships since you were a child. Still, something compelled you to accept her outstretched hand, feeling the warmth of her dry skin, calloused and rough from years of combat. 

Kassandra pulled you up with a force that made you stumble. You couldn’t prove it, but you swear she did it purposefully just to steady you with a hand on your waist. The touch was so purposeful and tender.

“Careful, my siren,” she murmured with a grin.

Your eyes widened at the pet name. You struggled for a response, your mind frantically spinning but coming up with nothing but static as your mouth opened uselessly.

“Kassandra!”

You peered over Kassandra’s shoulder to see a man approaching. Even with the intrusion, her hand still mingled at your waist. 

“Barnabas,” she greeted warmly. “Early rise today?”

“I can’t ever sleep before leaving port. I anticipate the open waters too much to rest.”

Barnabas was an older man with wind-swept grey hair and skin that may have well-been leather from decades beneath the unforgiving sun. His clothes were salt-crusted, sweat-stained, and honestly a bit tattered. A dichotomy of the misthios dressed in shining armor to cover her chest and a rich red fabric gathered around her waist with a leather belt with equally glorious blades. This man was the true pirate behind the Eagle-Bearer. 

“I have acquired us a new crew member.” Kassandra turned to face him. The warm skin of her palm slid over your lower back, so her hand settled on your other hip. You barely suppressed the shiver the contact brought. “She’s already got years of privateering under her belt but found herself stranded thanks to our now-dead target.” Her free hand gestured before her for emphasis as if she were recounting a record tale. 

You were acknowledged with a smile, smiling as if a father looked upon his beloved daughter. “Good to have you aboard. Welcome home, back to the sea where you belong.” He held out his hand.

You shook it firmly, unable to not return his smile. “You have no idea how happy I am to be home.”

Kassandra’s fingers pressed into your side and you found her to be grinning down at you. Dawn was yawning along the horizon, painting her golden skin with a deeper hue with the first breaches of sunlight. Sea breezes rustled the loose hair around her shoulders shifting the way her silhouette appeared against the purple sky. 

“Let me help you get set up before we set sail,” she offered, finally breaking away from your side to lift your crate. “Come with me.”

You nodded a goodbye to the old pirate before following Kassandra below deck. Wet wood, wine, and sweat filled your senses which truly meant you were home now. The scent alone brought back fond memories of laying below deck and being lulled to sleep by the rocking of the boat against gentle waves. Anticipation welled in your chance. It took great control to not stop in your tracks and recreate the sensation. There would be time for that later. 

Kassandra paused before a door and looked back at you. “You could sleep with the rest of the crew…”

“Or?” You asked, sensing an unasked question. 

Dark eyes flitted over you, taking their time before meeting your gaze. “I would share my cabin with you.”

Your brows raised in amusement. “By the Gods, misthios, do you ask all women you first meet by chance to share your bed?” The words were teasing, though they didn’t seem to affect her. 

“Only the exceptionally beautiful ones.” As she smiled it scar on her top lip tugged. You very suddenly found yourself wanting to trace it. With your finger? Your tongue? The Gods themselves only knew. 

“I do find myself being terribly lonely at night,” you mused, creeping a step closer. “You think you could keep me company well enough?”

Kassandra’s gaze wandered to your lips before clearing her throat and shifting her weight. “I believe I’m up to the challenge.”

You grinned as she pushed the door open, leading you into her quarters. The room was tiny. Just big enough to fit a bed fit for the size of two, a trunk in the corner, and a small desk you couldn’t even imagine Kassandra working behind. A polished piece of metal was propped up on the table, long leather cords in a pile in front of it. It must have been where she braided her hair each morning. 

She managed to squeeze your trunk beside her own. Yours was smaller. You didn’t have much to your name anyway. 

Kassandra turned to you with hands on her hips, that same smile tugging at her lips. “Does the lady find the situation to her liking?”

You hummed, running a finger over the surface of her table, and pretended to inspect it for dust. “It’ll do.”

She took a step closer as if to pin your hips against the edge of the desk. “I will be sure to make it…pleasurable. Is that comforting?”

“I’m inclined to let you try.” You boldly wound a strand of Kassandra’s coarse hair around your index finger, relishing in the way her gaze darkened. 

You didn’t miss the way she once again focused on your lips or the way she leaned in. Her hands gripped the desk on either side of you, caging you in so you were enveloped in the heat radiating from her body.

Your finger pressed to her lips made her pause. “It is a real shame we must set sail then, Captain.” The words were a purr and paired with a smile made of mischief. 

Kassandra huffed a curse under her breath. 

“You may get your kiss when you get me back to open water. You must bring me home, remember?” Your touch trailed away from her lips, avoiding her scar, you didn’t want to spoil that fantasy for yourself just yet. It traversed over her sharp jaw and down her neck until you hit the beginning of her breastplate.

“I guess I should go then if I want my reward.” She straightened. “Come, I will introduce you to the crew. They should all be present if they don’t want to be left behind.”

[gallopinggallifreyans]

The more I think about it, the more I'm sure Pyrrha's headpiece is the Relic of Choice.

(Buckle in, folks. This is a long one. Spoilers for all of RWBY under the readmore. You can find this crossposted to ao3 here.)

Pyrrha's entire character has always revolved around choice.

From the minute we meet her, we know that she's the top student, probably invited to Beacon by Ozpin (this is likely; Ruby showed similar skill). In volume 6, we find out that she wanted to go to Beacon and accepted the offer, whether by invitation or passing an exam, and left by her own choice.

We also learn in volume 2 that Pyrrha never had much of a choice in mundane events, like getting a date to the dance, which is something she laments. Her initial appearance where we learn of her skill and nobody asking her to the dance are two significant instances where Pyrrha's lack of choice is made obvious. This sets her apart from her peers and development-wise puts her in a position where she can never choose to have a mundane life — she is literally destined for greatness.

And then we get to volume 3, where the Maidens come into play. The Maiden plot was a late addition to the series, but it gave Pyrrha an additional role to play that further demonstrated the importance of choice. Qrow and Ozpin make it very clear that she was being given the choice to take on the rest of the Fall Maiden's powers, which, significantly, were taken by force from the previous Maiden, by Cinder. Qrow reminds Jaune of this in volume 4.

Volume 6 gives us that heartbreaking scene of Jaune and Pyrrha's mother standing before the honourary statue in Argus, and Pyrrha's mother says this:

"She understood that she had a responsibility to try. I don't think she would regret her choice, because a Huntress would understand that there really wasn't a choice to make."

And that all but proves that Pyrrha was determined to take her life into her own hands when it mattered most. She was given the choice to accept the Fall Maiden's powers, and she knew that she was the only one who could do it, so she did. It was an impossible decision and she knew it; there really wasn't a choice to make.

I won’t lie and say Oz hadn’t already chosen Pyrrha very early on. Qrow certainly wouldn’t have made Pyrrha become the Fall Maiden if she didn’t want to, but we know from later volumes that Oz can and will use underhanded methods to play his own game, just like Salem. The Maiden plot was developed late, but fortunately the lore is kinda fuzzy early on so we can draw conclusions, and we can glean from Oz’s later behaviour (volume 6) that he can be very manipulative.

We also know that Qrow and the rest of team STRQ, Glynda, and Ironwood have all been used as pawns by Oz to some extent, and Qrow is vocal about this several times. Not to say that he’s without fault, but he wouldn’t push Pyrrha into a role she wasn’t ready to take, and he wouldn’t have been confident and comfortable saying she was ready if he wasn’t sure. We see this behaviour in volume 4, and then consistently when he thinks the kids can't handle something.

The Relic of Choice is a tricky one, because it was supposedly hidden in the Beacon vault, which could only be opened by the Fall Maiden. However, nobody knows what happened to it after the fall of Beacon, and Salem concludes that Oz must have hidden the crown differently than the other Relics. In addition, according to the wiki, the appearance of the Relic is unconfirmed, though whether this was due to choices made in adaptation or made intentionally, is unknown.

Based on the two Relics we've seen on screen (Knowledge and Creation), we can guess that the crown would be visually similar — gold with turquoise accents. But, again, the physical appearance is weird and inconsistent. Fairy Tales of Remnant was released just after volume 6, when we first see Jinn, so the design choice is a little bit iffy considering they were probably in tandem development. Because of this, I think the Relic of Choice appears differently to each holder, and most importantly chooses its own appearance. We don't know when Pyrrha got her headpiece, but it was before Beacon. The colour scheme matches her overall appearance, but as I've already established, the design choice is probably not constant for thematic and plot reasons.

The design choices for each of the Relics and their respective Maidens are also connected to the kingdom crests. The four kingdoms each have crests representing the Relics they hold in their respective academy vaults.

Vale's crest incorporates the Relic of Choice as a laurel wreath, typically meant to represent victory in the Pythian games, and became a universal symbol of triumph by the Roman period (I believe — don't quote me on that, I'm not a Romanist). Point is, it's a symbol originating in ancient Greece. Pyrrha is based on Achilles. Symbolic association of Vale's crest with Pyrrha's character inspiration kind of identifies her with the Relic of Choice, and her status as would-be successor to the Fall Maiden combined with what we learn about the Relics later solidifies the association. The Relic is represented by a laurel wreath, Pyrrha is based on a Greek character, you get it.

This seems like a bit of a stretch until we consider the other known Maidens. Raven's emblem and the Mistral crest have similar visual and thematic elements: the flared "wings" and central circle with the diamond-shaped arrow design. Winter and Penny both share elements of their emblems with the Atlas crest — Winter and Atlas both have the double ringed concentric design, while Penny's emblem is more akin to the staff in the Atlas emblem. The gear/mechanical design of the Atlas crest represents both Winter and Penny's roles as cogs in the Atlesian machine. We don't know what Amber's (previous Fall Maiden) emblem was, but her character design has similar elements to Pyrrha, connecting them visually rather than thematically.

Notably, Cinder is the only Maiden whose emblem does not resemble her respective kingdom, because the Maiden power was not rightfully hers. She stole it while the previous Fall Maiden was still alive. Cinder may believe in destiny, but she is trying to work towards a destiny that is not for her, and quite literally, the shoe does not fit.

In the screenshot below, we see Cinder disintegrate Pyrrha, except her headpiece. This could mean that Cinder has great control over her Maiden powers and can precisely burn away the entirety of Pyrrha and her armour, but she doesn't keep the headpiece as a trophy. Or, it could mean the headpiece was made of something else, like the other Relics, which are not easily destroyed.

Pyrrha's final question to Cinder was, "Do you believe in destiny?" And it's clear that Pyrrha does to some degree, and understood her role and responsibility, her choice to play the bigger game even if she had no idea what it entailed.

What makes this even more interesting is that Cinder says she does believe in destiny, immediately before killing Pyrrha, and she drops the headpiece. Later in volume 8, Cinder returns the two Relics to Salem, and Salem explicitly praises her despite Cinder not able to stop Winter or the evacuation of Mantle. How delicious would it be if Pyrrha’s headpiece was the Relic of Choice, and Cinder had no idea, losing it in the ruins of Vale?

[from-izzy]

that's him, that's just who he is | tbz lee sangyeon

» ​PAIRING: tbz lee sangyeon x gn! reader (implied afab reader...?)​ » TROPE/AU​: childhood friends 2 strangers » GENRE​: angst!, comfort later (more like a peace of mind after all the angst), little bit of fluff from the flashback » WORD COUNT: 2985 » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~11 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): as far as i'm aware, none! navi/masterlist!! 🤍 series introduction 🤍 series masterlist

my first story for my personal healing project!

this story reflects how i personally see sangyeon and i am a bit worried that i made it 'too personal' to the point that you guys won't really understand what's going on 😭😭 but i really hope this isn't the case.

another thing i want to emphasise and add! i'm still not used to writing for gn!reader so please, if you see something that should be changed, tell me straightaway! 😭😭 this is a very important topic and as much as i've proof read it, i am still able to make mistakes!

other than that...let's go!

“I’m home!” 

The house chorused in a series of ‘welcome back’s and variants of ‘omg! I need to tell you something!’. You hug your mum in the kitchen, craning your head forward to her shoulder, observing her working hard on the food that she’s making for the neighbourhood party that is happening across the road from your house in about two hours or so.

You relax in contentment as the smell of your mum’s homemade food fills the whole house and you can’t help but let out a deep sigh to relish the familiarity of it, only being able to get a whiff of the aroma maybe once a week, sometimes unfortunately even less.

“How was work?” Your mum strikes up the conversation when you put your chin on her shoulder, your whole body almost dangling if you could due to the exhaustion, “You look like you’re enjoying it.”

You roll your eyes in response, whining for your sister across the other side of the room, in front of the television to keep it down as you could barely hear the sizzling of the meat on the frying pan, “Well, it’s fine, I guess?” 

“Why? Cause at the very least you can see the love of your life?” Your chin detaches from your mother’s comfort, your spine straightening and you let out a gasp, almost scandalous at the words your mum just said, “Hey! You were the one who told me that all your co-workers were teasing you both for that ring on your finger!”

“True.” 

A radiant smile pulls up on your lips when you remember the way your partner knelt on one knee after casually asking you “Do you want to have little, mini versions of us walking around someday?” You, being slow, just leisurely answered back with a “Duh! Of course!” and before you knew it, the ring on your left fourth finger solidified the promises between you two to make that, and so much more happen.

Leaning onto the cupboard that stretches from the floor to the top of the ceiling, you play with the continuous silver band and the shiny diamond protruding on your ring finger. Already touching and feeling it so many times, you remember its grooves and design happily, reciting the next spaces of the ring in your head easily. The smile pulls up further on your face and you squeal at the thought of you walking down the aisle soon.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Your sister shouts in obvious annoyance, “You told me to be quiet and now you’re the one being loud!”

Ugh, this little demon.

“And what are you doing when mum is obviously working her ass off in the kitchen?” You observe your very very lazy sister’s surroundings: she rests her whole body on her side to watch the blown-up performance stage of one of the many groups that she likes, fully stretching and sprawling on the whole couch, bags of opened processed foods on the glass coffee table within her reach and her phone somewhere in the messy pile, “Geez, do something productive for once in your life.”

“Hey.” She finally sits up, not bothering to pause the big screen as the cheers of the fans could be heard clearly and from the corner of your eyes, you could see the new ‘ending fairy’ trend in the new generation of K-Pop, zooming from one member to the next, “Being happy is being productive.”

And you couldn’t refute that, knowing that she was absolutely right.

“Hey!” Your mum hollers your attention back to the kitchen behind you, the steam of the soup creating a soft and white fluffy barrier between her somewhat mischievous and guilty grin, “Do you mind helping out with the mango dessert? I don’t think I can finish it in time. I slept in and started preparations late.”

“Sure!” You immediately agree, glad to be spending some time with your mum anyway, “I’ll just quickly wash up and change. I’ll be right there!”

The routine isn’t anything special for a regular neighbourhood party: shower, do some quick skincare, put on light makeup, style your hair appropriately, match it with appropriate attire and off you go to the kitchen with an apron to save your clumsy, silly self.

“What do you need me to make?” Your eyes quickly scan the fruits, ice, beverages and decorative flowers.

“Your sister was craving some fruit punches. I only have mango and passionfruit available.” Your mum sets some more ingredients for you to use on the kitchen island before turning away to face the stove once more, “You’re good at making these things.” 

“That’s just an excuse right, mum?” The older woman chuckles, nodding in agreement.

You were about to ask your sister to get an idea of what exactly she wanted but the underaged sibling suddenly squeals and the beginnings of a soft instrumental bounce from the walls of the house before a deep, gentle timbre sings. Your lips twitch when the younger girl turns up the volume at the masked man on the television screen. 

“I should add alcohol to this.” You mutter as you start to work on the drink, focusing intently back on your work.

But along the way…

Is a voice from deep within you telling to to listen carefully to the male singer.

When your hand retrieves the unpeeled mango, you stare at it fondly, turning your hand to observe the little marks and imperfections on the skin. Suddenly, the fruit didn’t seem to just be a fruit. The orange-yellow shading reminds you of a boy from your childhood who had the same hoodie as the colour and you remember how he said he would dye his hair to be the same colour when he could one day when he gets older.

Having some sort of background to hair and colouring as your auntie has a salon herself, you commented that it would need a couple of bleaches and an unhealthy hair condition for him to achieve the vibrant colour. You could hear the surprised and stuttering voice in your head, compromising his choice to have a more pastel, lighter look rather than the look that would totally steal the attention of any crowd. 

Smiling at the really faint memory, you couldn’t help but sigh as you recalled that you no longer had contact with your primary school best friend. You both separated when you entered different high schools and despite promising to still have daily meetups in the neighbourhood park, you immersed yourself in your studies as he immersed himself further with the things he wanted to do. It was somewhat bitter but you both had the feeling it was coming anyway. Ultimately, you were glad that the friendship didn’t fade away because of some dramatic high school, hormonal drama.

“Lee Sangyeon, you’re such a good singer ugh!”

“W-Wait…” Your fingers quickly retract from the fruit peeler, whipping your head to the television at the familiar first name that your sister cheerfully shouted for.

It’s also when you realise that your sister isn’t watching live television but rather a replay of a video;  I mean, it had to be a replay because your sister obviously knew the name of the singer even when he still had his mask on to conceal his identity. 

Unknowingly, your eyes stuck to the screen, the mango slowly rolling out of your grip, your breath hitching as the familiarity of the song starts to take over your whole mind. The first observation you had was that his voice changed drastically. It wasn’t as high pitched and the lower register made your entire system start to relax when your lips unconsciously started moving to the shape of the lyrics to the song.

And there he was.

When the MC announced the name that you knew all too well, every muscle in your body froze except for the ones around your eyes as you couldn’t help but let a tear slip out. The nostalgia hits you and the second observation you had was that his smile never changed. It was still the gentle, wide ones that he always offered you whenever he answered your ridiculous questions or when he would ask you to accompany him to play on the swings instead of the slide. No, he didn’t have that hair colour that he talked about with you around fifteen years ago but his light brown shade showed you that he definitely did use similar hair products to achieve the look. 

But that smile.

That smile told you a lot; one of them being that you were sure that Lee Sangyeon was still a very much reliable, positive person.

Even when he introduced himself to the audience, bowing politely as his hair was all messed up due to him taking off his mask, you could tell that even though he was nervous and most probably sweating buckets, he still beats all the allegations from when you were children saying that he looks cold and unfriendly.

His smile and the way his eyes disappear behind his eyelids make the corner of your lips lift as well; even his eyes still hold a smile similar to his lips. It contrasted heavily with his no evident smile, the vertical lines between his eyebrows and how he only made short bursts of eye contact with the audience when he was singing beforehand. 

“You should just become a singer! Not an astronaut!”

“Should I?” Sangyeon could barely kick the surface of the sand with his legs, adjusting his posture on the swings to make sure that the swinging didn’t make him fall off to the ground and potentially embarrass himself in front of all the other kids, adults and their pets.

“For sure!” You exclaim, excitingly rattling the metal chains that held your weight in the air. You lean forward a little bit to escape the said chains and observe your friend beside you, “You have such a gentle personality and I could see you becoming the best leader ever! I could see you taking control, making sure that everything will go well and just being really reliable. Or you could go solo but honestly, it would be fun to see you dancing on stage.”

“Oh come on!” The little boy grunts in response to your laughing, recalling the way he was forcibly picked out from the crowd to do a little routine. Needless to say, he ran down the stage to sit back down with you, hiding his reddened face behind his arms above his knees, “Was I really that bad?”

“Nah.” You immediately saw the smile from back, “You looked a bit silly though.”

Sangyeon rolls his eyes away, still with a wide grin on his face as he observes the sun setting behind the trees and he takes notice of the way the warmth from the orange light slowly disappears from the top of his head to his forehead and is now down to just his chin.

“Well, I’ll just have to go with the flow, I guess.” You admire the way that Sangyeon looked at life. At such a young age, you always thought that he was mature and would take the cruel obstacles that life threw at him one step at a time, “It’s simpler that way anyways.”

His positivity definitely grew on you healthily and he would occasionally remind you that even though life is crap, it’s okay to feel like the whole world is against you and to cry once in a while. Your friendship with Sangyeon most definitely strengthened your mental health and amidst the hard times in life, you also believed that good things would happen one by one slowly. 

“As they say,” You follow his gaze to the barely visible hemisphere that was once high in the day, “Simple is Sangyeon.”

“But I guess I still want to be greedy and achieve all the things that I want quickly with whatever it is that I’ll pursue.”

The little chuckle that escaped from you made Sangyeon turn his attention back. He then sees the series of nods and your closed smile before hearing your approving hum, “Fair enough, fair enough.”

That was around the end of primary school and was one of the last regular meetups before high school where it became irregular and unsteady. 

You were happy though. You still are.

You’re happy that you met Sangyeon even though life took you to your different, diverse paths. Making friends in high school was a big pain in the ass as you had to start all over again from basic introductions and discussions of hobbies. It was so much easier because Sangyeon’s extroverted self carried you to make friends and drag other people into the conversation easily.

“You alright?” 

Your feet had a mind of itself when you realised that the television wasn’t on your ten o’clock anymore but more like your twelve. The younger at the couch had her legs tucked in beneath her body, kneeling on the leather sofa with both of her eyebrows raised in suspicion and concern.

“Y-Yeah.” You gesture to the big screen with a chin tilt, “So…which group is this?”

“THE BOYZ! Oh my gosh, this is what I was going to tell you about when you walked into the house! Look! There are eleven members and they’re all so handsome!” 

The contrasting volume between the two siblings, as they engaged in their back-to-back conversation, had the older woman from the kitchen sighing at ease. Though time was running out and they needed to finish as soon as possible to avoid being late (or being late at an unmannered time), she could see how her oldest child bent their upper body down and used their elbows to support their weight on the backrest of the couch while her youngest flips through the various video contents of the said group. She also remembers the existence of the now way more mature boy that she once knew personally and she has always been aware that even though the friendship ended peacefully, it was still hard on you as you jumped from group to group to find the right people to spend your time with.

Turning the red line of the stove knob to ‘off’, picking up the steaming pot and placing it on top of the coaster to the barely changed arrangement of ingredients that she sets for the dessert on the kitchen island, she lets out an exhale that blows the fragrant ginger away from her face. She didn’t have the heart to tell any of her children to help her out anymore, not when the younger was enthusiastically teaching the older the names of all the members once again after the latter only recalled around three of the names; the mother thought it was a good effort already on her behalf. 

Similar to the stuttering one who points at the still unfamiliar member, she rests her elbows on the cold table stone, one of her palms as a rest for her cheek. The ‘ten more minutes!’ reminder on her phone rang but as soon as the first note blared, the mother let out a quick, surprised sound, lunging to reach her phone across the island, tapping on the ‘silent’ button repeatedly, not wanting to break the chaotic atmosphere of her two kids, “I guess after all these years…”

Finally making the final decision inside her head, she opens the group chat for all the mothers in the neighbourhood to tell them that they won’t be able to make it to the monthly gathering. Amidst the happy squealing and claps when you were able to recite all the members’ names, the front door clicks open to reveal the other parental figure for the two busy children.

“What’s up with those two?” The man amusedly comments at his two precious children, dipping his head down to kiss his wife, “Don’t tell me they tried something for the first time.”

“No, no, no.” Immediately backing up the radiant smiles on both the younger’s faces that pasted on their faces across the room. The couple stays in the hallway, watching the way that you finally sit down on the couch properly next to your sister who shows you yet another stage and a song that you were sure was going to make it to your main playlist, “Let’s just say that there’s a boy who not only makes our oldest the happiest, but now also our youngest.”

“Well,” The dad exhales happily at the good news. One of his hands tucks itself into his pants pocket, the other wrapping around the waist of his lovely wife, “that’s good to hear. Sounds like a decent guy. Who is it?”

“Lee Sangyeon.”

“Damn,” he nods, slightly pouting as he reflects on his own actions, “maybe I should take notes from this guy.”

“Don’t be silly, love. You’re a great dad.” Before kissing another reassuring kiss onto his lips, “Lee Sangyeon…he’s just that type of person, you know?”

“What type?”

“The type that’s capable of making people happy.”

You and your sister finally take notice of the new figure in the house, jumping from your seats to tackle your parents in a hug. More variations of ‘welcome back’s and ‘omg! I need to tell you something!’ spewed out the still-excited youngsters. Your mum calms you both down from your jumping sprees, placing a hand on each of your backs. You make eye contact with your mum and she could see the swirls of adoration, peacefulness and a sort of…relief just swimming freely in your eyes.

The hand on your back runs up and down, your mother understanding how you feel without you even saying it. Once more, she lets her thoughts run and thanks the boy on the screen who was a strong figure in your childhood:

“That’s you. That’s just who you are, Sangyeon.”

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[izthepup]

Thor Catchup

WARNING, THERE ARE SPOILERS.

———If you were a Valkyrie———

- Tbh?

- He'd probably let you train Thrúd behind Sif's back

- He won't ask too much for you to take off your helmet / mask..

- That's because 

- 1) He respects you

- 2) ...if he really wants you to take off your mask, he would just pull it off

- But when he pulls it off, it's mainly when you two are alone

- He doesn't want to make you unhappy

- He'd be even angrier at Kratos when he learns that he killed the other Valkyries 

- He didn't actually really know them, it was only because you cared about them (maybe)

- He might go on a fly with you

- Probably not though

- "A fly? Really? As if you're strong enough. Besides, a fly? Sounds silly."

- When he does, he just goes along with his hammer.

- He doesn't care too much that your wings are soft

- When he does, it's only when he is tired 

- He'll probably force you into a nap with him

- Mainly cause your wings are soft like a blanket

———Your Best Friend + Friends———

- Uhhhhh

- Maybe sif?

- She wouldn't appreciate the fact that he left her for you

- ...but  she was glad that he was with someone who made him truly happy

- Most of the time it's just conversations

- Thrúd might be a friend too

- She would be glad that he found someone to make him happy

- Also the fact that you got him to stop drinking

- well drinking as much

- he rarely drinks now, only when he gets upset by the all-father

- Atreus might be ehhhh

- He's a funny and good kid and all

- But he also did murder Thor's son and half brother 

- He'll mainly try to not make you mad

- If he got on Thor's bad side, he might 'subtly' flatter you

- By 'subtly' I mean it's obvious how much he's trying to get off of Thor's bad side

- Heimdall isn't too good of a friend

- While yes, he's one of Thor's many half brothers (I think)

- ...he calls thor names behind his back, and doesn't really respect him

- But he might

- MIGHT

- And I mean if Heimdall is in a very good mood 

- He might give you something nice

- Sometimes he might pity you two for what Odin would do to you if he found out that Thor was close to you

- So Heimdall might not tell Odin

- almost definitely Odin

- ISNT

- a friend

- yep He's definitely not a friend

- Cause he was so cruel to Thor

- and he still is

- If he found out that you two were even closer than Thor was with Sif?

- He might make subtle threats about you whenever Thor displeases him

- Maybe even just knowing you are close he might make threats

- "Next time, do better. We don't want Y/N involved in this, do we? Finding out this mistake... the  hard  way?"

- Mainly just whoever was your previous friends

- Those would mainly be Thor's friends too

- he doesn't have to many Aesir friends because well

- he intimidates them, to say the very least

———How you cuddle + Hug———

- He doesn't care if you cuddle or hug in front of others

- In fact, he kind of prefers to do it in public sometimes

- he knows that it's like a wolf claiming his territory— it keeps all the others away

- or I guess it'll mainly keep others from wanting to hurt you

- But he doesn't like hugging or cuddling in front of Heimdall or Odin

- Heimdall would tell Odin

- Odin would probably do something to you to try to keep Thor somewhat unhappy

- But when you hug?

- there's quite a few ways

- but the main way?

- Him pulling you towards his chest, probably gently rubbing or caressing your head / face

- He'd wrap both arms around you

- it would be like a bear hug

- he likes feeling like he can protect you 

- which he can protect you, ofc

- or he might sweep you off of your feet

- him having one arm under your knees, one around your waist

- when you do this, you'll probably be hugging his neck

- you two also have many ways to cuddle

- one way is by him pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you so you can't escape

- another way is by him pulling you (or you already sitting) onto something like a chair or a couch

- and then him resting his head on top of yours, his arms around you but not tight

- You might not be doing anything in this cuddle, just letting him put his arms on your back, another on one of your arms (or his hand on yours.)

- If you're laying down or sleeping, he'll probably be right next to your back, with an arm wrapped around you

- Although he seems all tough, he's really gentle with you

———Kisses———

- Basically?

- every single kiss you're fine with

- he's okay with Eskimo kisses, but he prefers normal kisses

- Sometimes hand kisses

- but mainly face kisses

- sometimes he'll kiss slow and passionate

- other times it'll just be Y'know

- normal speed kisses

———Do you wear each other's clothes?———

- I'm so sorry about this

- but

- Thor is probably too big for most of your clothes

- But if you have a cape or something?

- he might wear that 

- He'd be surprised if he saw you wearing his

- "Y/N, why are you wearing my clothes?"

- If it's one of his spare capes?

- sure, he'll let you keep it— or, at least wear it for a little while

- he thinks it's kind of funny, seeing how big the cape is on you

- but if it's one of his normal clothes?

- he'll probably ask for it back.

- "Y/N, can I have my clothes back?"

———If he heard you sing———

- He walked past (wherever you were singing, probably your room) and heard your voice

- He was curious so he looked in the room

- He quietly went into the room, and silently shut the door behind him 

- he wasn't sure if you wanted others to hear, but mainly he wanted to be the first to hear you sing

- He just stood there

- when you finished singing, he was smiling at you

- "Well, now you have to sing for me sometime."

———When he gets jealous———

- I don't know who in their right mind was flirting with you

- Probably an Einherjar at the bar (he took you for a drink once) or a dwarf in Svartlfheim (for a check up of sorts)

- But whoever it was? 

- they began flirting with you

- He saw and got very annoyed

- He would stand by you, small bolts of lightning coming off of him (like they did whenever he got angry)

- If it was an Einherjar?

- CRACK!

- ... he smashed their head

- He didn't really think when he was doing it

- but he did know Einherjar always came back 

- If it was a dwarf?

- He didn't smash their head 

- mainly cause that dwarf was probably helpful to whatever was being built 

- But he took a step closer to them

- intimidated the dwarf so much that the dwarf might have wet themselves if they didn't back away as soon as they did

- "Er.. uh, nice to meet you, I think I'm gonna go now!"

- The dwarf's voice was very high pitched— probably with fear

- "Thor, were you jealous?"

- He seemed annoyed still

- "If that's what you want to call it, then sure."

———If he walked in on you changing———

- He knew you were probably in your room

- He wanted to give something (maybe like a flower, or your favorite food from the kitchen)

- He didn't think to knock 

- As he always says, "Too much thinking!"

- so he doesn't think ahead sometimes.

- ANYWAYS

- "Y/N, I have something for-"

- He saw that you were changing

- "Oh, sorry."

- He kind of wanted to stay longer 

- WAIT THAT SOUNDS WRONG, I MEAN HE LIKES HOW YOUR BODY LOOKS-

- UHH ANYWAYS

- He left pretty quickly though, because he respected your privacy

- and closed the door ofc 

- when you come out, he does apologize 

- in a way

- "I suppose next time I should knock?"

- Alright so he didn't apologize, but he did apologize before

- He didn't show any embarrassment and wasn't embarrassed in the slightest.

———Everyday life / headcanons———

- He little to never apologizes to others

- He only apologizes to you sometimes, if needed

- Sometimes he doesn't think ahead

- at least, he doesn't like taking too much time to plan

- Although he's tough, and is rough to everyone?

- He's gentle to you.

- He would chuckle if you ever tried to pick up his hammer

- He probably has tried to get you a weapon like his 

- But he couldn't find anybody with enough skill

- Because Brok and Sindri, who made his hammer wasn't on his side

- Even though he never shows it?

- He's kinda touch starved 

- well, only for affectionate touch

- whenever he was touched before, it was because of a fight or something (mainly when Odin beat him)

- He drinks a lot less now that he has you

- He drank before because he was kind of stressed

- Now he only drinks when the all-father stresses him out

- sometimes Odin uses you as a threat against Thor, because of how much Thor cares about you

- If you get hurt? 

- it depends how badly.

- Kind of hurt?

- he'll check up on you.

- if it was because of someone, he'd probably do a "blood payment."

- if it was just an accident, he'd treat you like a mother might with a little kid.

- "Next time be more careful, alright?"

- But if you were badly hurt?

- If it was a person:

- CRACK

- was that a bone breaking or thunder?

- either way

- there would be an absolute ginormous thunder storm

- he would probably smash their head

- if he couldn't get them at that moment?

- he'll tell them that he'll be back to give them their "blood payment."

- he would carry you to a safe place

- surprisingly?

- he actually kind of knows what to do with wounds.

- he'll do what he can, then bring you to a healer

- then he'd go back to that person and probably kill them- or almost kill them.

- if it was an accident that you did by yourself?

- He'd quickly pick you up, tend to your wound to hold you over, then bring you to a healer who could actually help.

- he'd watch you a little more carefully too

———After his  death...———

- Neither of you knew brok too well

- he'd only know that this would probably help start Ragnarök from how Odin described it

- It only really affected you when Thor got stabbed by Odin

- (PLAYBACK.... REVIVING)

- Thor got badly hurt

- he almost died

- But when freya saw how sad you were

- and how worried you were?

- she actually helped

- she healed Thor enough to hold him over

- well, enough to keep him alive for a little while 

- she helped heal him

- Sindri had been annoyed when she healed him

- but Thor and Freya had gotten into a sort of mutual friendship

- not enemies, not friends

- Freya had known how it was to lose someone (or a lot), that's why she helped you

- also because Thor realized what Odin had done and sort of switched sides before being stabbed

———If you were sick———

- He had no idea what to do

- Thrúd, Magni, and Modi never got sick

- "How the f- am I supposed to know what to do?"

- He was a little worried until you told him that sickness couldn't kill you

- well some sicknesses couldn't kill

- You told him what you needed to get

- he did get you whatever you needed

- if you needed soup?

- well unfortunately he doesn't know how to make it

- so he gets the soup from the kitchens

- if you need medicine?

- well some Aesir aren't gods

- so they might get sick

- so that means that the healers might have medicine

- He'll probably force you to sleep

- when he does that, he'll probably fall asleep too

———During your period———

- I mean

- if goddesses had them?

- he'd probably know somewhat about them from Sif and Thrúd

- He'd get you whatever you need

- If goddesses didn't have them?

- he'd be confused

- "So you are constantly bleeding, but not dying?"

- You tell him what you need and he gets it

———Soulmate AU———

- Kind of surprisingly?

- He actually believed in soulmates!

- He had a soulmate before

- ofc, that soulmate was Sif

- their connection was probably something like their hearts glowed when they first met

- "Soulmates? But Sif was.."

- he was confused

- Your connection: probably something like when one is next to the other, they will be healing.

- Ex: If you had a bruise, Thor has a scratch and you guys sat by each other, the bruise and scratch would heal.

- It's actually helpful seeing how much he gets hurt-

———If you almost died———

- "Y/N! Hang on, I'll be right there!"

- He'd quickly killed whatever hurt you 

- if it was someone like Kratos who hurt you?

- Thor would probably yell at them, something about a blood payment

- "Y/N, no... c'mon, just hold on for a little longer. I'll get you to someone who can help."

- One of the few times he will show weakness; panic and fear

- you don't die:

- "Good job staying alive... I don't know if you even meant it, but thank you for staying for me."

- His eyes were a little puffy; he was probably rubbing his eyes to not cry

- one of the few times he actually almost cries- 

- to be fair, he almost lost one of the few people who makes him truly happy

- he was glad that you were alive, and made you stay in The Great Lodge for a while

- he might've been a little more affectionate to you for a little while after realizing how close he was to losing you

- when you do  go out, he'll probably watch you closely, or if he isn't there, someone he trusts to watch you

- if you died:

- "Y/N, no, no, no.. god, why did this happen?"

- he'd probably drink a lot more

- he'd be a lot more stoic

- the only people he wouldn't snap at:

- Sif, Thrúd, and maybe odin

- he would probably be a lot meaner to Atreus when they go on missions

- whenever someone asks him about you, his voice might crack a little as he says,

- "...(She/He/They) are gone now... I'd rather not talk about Y/N right now."

- and then he would just be quiet, maybe sound a little more angry

- Atreus would probably try a lot to make Thor feel better, even though Thor brushes him off

- that is, if you die before Ragnarök

———His reaction to a hybrid———

- there are plenty of Wyverns around Asgard 

- but one decided to come up to you two, probably curious 

- it looked odd though

- it looked like a Dodher Wyvern but bigger, much prettier, and with more & bigger horns

- it did bite Thor though 

- unfortunately, Thor was in kind of a bad mood

- so he just straight up, used his hammer and bonked the life out of the wyvern in one hit

- You looked at the corpse for a moment longer, thor barely cast it a glance

- "Thor, have you ever seen anything like this?"

- "No. Why does it matter though? It was just a wild animal, and now it's dead."

- he didn't seem to care too much

———Piggyback rides———

- I mean it depends

- if you really want to have a piggy back ride?

- yeah, he wants for you to be happy

- but if he's in a bad mood or you just kind of want a piggy back ride?

- probably not.

- Most of the time if you want to be carried or held?

- he'll probably either hold you bridal style, or maybe like a sack or potatoes if I'm being honest-

- sorry, he can't go on your shoulders

- even if he could, he wouldn't want to be held.

———Big spoon, little spoon———

- He's obviously a big spoon

- he likes being able to protect you

- and he likes it when you feel safe

- he doesn't care much for his own safety, so he's never the little spoon

———If you came back as an Einherjar———

- Thor wasn't drinking for once, so he was watching the Einherjar training

- Odin was watching too

- One of the Einherjar looked a lot like you, so he was watching it very closely

- Odin decided to speak up, knowing that Thor would be more focused on his missions if you were around

- "Interested in that one, aren't you? I thought you would like that one, as it's Y/N."

- he called you up, and next to Thor 

- Odin decided to be nice to Thor for once

- He let you stay with Thor, with all of your previous memory 

- BUT

- sometimes he uses you as a threat to Thor sometimes, still

- ANYWAYS

- "...Y/N? Is it really you?"

- His voice was so full of hope, it could have cracked odin's heart if it wasn't you

- "...Thor?"

- He was caressing your face, clearly trying not to show too much affection in fear of what Odin might do

- but once it was just you two, he probably brought you into a ginormous hug

———When you're drunk———

- tbh he's probably the reason why you are drunk

- he probably convinced you to drink it 

- he would keep you from drinking too much tho

- "Careful. You don't want to drink too much, you can disappoint others that way."

- he wouldn't really care if you drank some, but he would care if you drank a lot

- and by a lot, I mean several jugs a day

- but otherwise, he's fine

- he calls it "relaxing."

———Sleeping with each other———

- again the innocent version

- he was used to it immediately 

- he slept with Sif for a while so ofc he's used to it

- he definitely wraps his arms around you

- he likes cuddling

- imagine cuddling dogs

———When You're Jealous———

- He was talking to an Aesir probably

- the Aesir was being super friendly

- the Aesir and Thor were just chatting

- nobody really liked to have long conversations with Thor, so this was kind of rare

- but then he saw the look on your face and ended the conversation 

- "Y/N, are you okay?"

- it doesn't matter if you tell him or not, he'll probably figure it out

- "You were jealous? Don't worry Y/N, I'd never leave you."

- he sounded serious, but he gave a quiet chuckle right before saying 'you.'

- but he might have teased you later on

———If you were the child of a strong enemy———

- wait, would it still be an enemy for him since he is an enemy of Kratos?

- I dunno... you'll have to figure that out

- ANYWAYS

- it wouldn't make much of a difference 

- he still loved you the same

- he didn't really know what to do to help you once you two found out they were dead (if they are)

- he tried to comfort you though

———When he's drunk———

- Uhhh just play or watch the bar fight scene

- with some?

- he's really aggressive 

- but with you?

- he's more friendly

- he likes to cause bar fights

- but if it's just the two of you?

- he might just be like a cat who had too much cat nip

———When you have a nightmare———

- he knows almost exactly what to do

- he learned from Sif, after Thrúd had a nightmare when she was younger

- "Hey, hey... you're alright... want to tell me what's wrong?"

- he said it in a softer, deeper voice than normal

- if you told him it was about someone, he'd try to make you feel better

- "You want me to beat them up?"

- if you didn't want to tell him, he'd understand 

- "Do you need anything?"

- He would get whatever you needed

- if you stayed quiet, he would suddenly wrap his arms around you

- he would rock you gently back and forth, probably stroking your hair (or head)

Sorry I didn't really know how  to write Thor. I just see him as a protective mama bear, or papa bear in this sense. Like, tough on the outside, sweet on the inside. But idk

[localcactushugger]

Does anyone else ever get sad thinking about the abuse Hawks went through as a kid? Because I keep making myself sad thinking about it.

It's so many different kinds of fucked up that just mixed together and created one huge toxic environment.

#1) The physical abuse.

Right off the bat, Chapter 299 starts with Keigo getting hit by his father for leaving the house. It doesn't actually show Keigo being smacked, instead it shows a panel of their "home". (although it's extremely small and looks more like a broken down shack in a field to me)

But the sound of the "smak" is very much punctuated in the panel, followed by Keigo hunched over with marks on his face:

The marks on his face are prevalent. Even in the smaller panel, Keigo still has a very obvious bruise under his eye and above his eyebrow.

THEN he gets kicked in the side/stomped on for "turning his back" on his father?? (Aka doing nothing. Literally what did he do?? Wtf?):

He's getting smacked and kicked around, but instead of crying or getting upset he just endures. Which brings me to:

#2) The Emotional and verbal abuse. (Strap in cause there's a lot of it.)

Keigo apologizes after his father kicks him for no reason, then he curls up into a ball, clings to his Endeavor plushy, and listens as his own father rants about how much he wishes that Keigo was never born.

^^^^^^^ LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID ASSHOLE. HE'S LITERALLY CLINGING TO HIS PLUSHY FOR COMFORT!! WHY ISN'T ANYONE HUGGING HIM??? CAN I HUG HIM??

Keigo says that he knew his parents were broken, so he endured because he wanted to avoid their fate.

Basically: "I know my parents are broken, but need to endure because I don't want to become broken too."

That's a horrible mindset for a child to have?? He's basically saying that he just needs to take the abuse and hope that he doesn't break because of it?

And I don't know how he wouldn't break from it with the way his parents talk to him, and all the horrible things they say:

The constant screaming/yelling. Like Shit.

"Don't do a damn thing!" " Who did you sell me out too?? You can't fool me!!" "Don't leave this house!" "Don't you dare lie to me!!" "Don't go talking to anyone!!" "You thought you'd get away with it didn't you??"

"How many times have I told you not to turn your back on me??"

"If only that punk was never born I'd be free."

"Why were you even born?" "Why do you even have those wings?"

He's gotten it from both parents. And every time it happens he just hugs his plushy a little tighter.

#3) The neglect.

In pretty much all panels of Keigo's home theres Trash everywhere. If you go back and look at the house there isn't a single panel without some kind of trash in the frame. I see beer bottles, wine bottles, wooden planks, trash bags, newspapers, dirty rags, dirty laundry hanging from the wall & hangers, floor boards coming up, leaks from the top of the walls.

The "house" is barely holding together as it is. It looks like it's about to collapse, and the inside makes you think a tornado ran through it. Nobody is bothering to clean up the mess. In fact the only person who seems to be patching up the house is Keigo. This seems to be a routine for him since he can be seen picking up a wooden plank to fix the wall. Too bad his father kicked him before he could repair the hole 🙃.

Seriously does the "house" even have running water? The windows are broken the walls are made of tin roofing tiles. Does it even have heating or insulation? It's obviously not suitable for a child. I'd be afraid that the roof was gonna fall on me while I was sleeping.

I understand they can't buy a proper home. But it wouldn't be so bad if someone acutely bothered to clean the inside a bit. At least maintain the house so your kid doesn't step on a nail, or glass from a beer bottle. IF A CHILD CAN PATCH UP A WALL SO CAN YOU. WHY IS KEIGO DOING ALL THE WORK?

You people are gonna get rats and bugs. (If you dont have them invading your "house" already)

And that's only the house.

What about Keigo? He doesn't even have shoes. His shirt is torn at the seams. And his parents didn't even notice when he left? Keigo's dad yelled at him for leaving the house and going outside, but was anyone even watching him in the first place? How does your child leave the house and make it halfway to the city before you notice? This little bird looks like he weighs 5 pounds! He's gonna get kidnapped!!

His mom is obviously unstable and she stares at the wall all day. And his dad hates him for existing. So I guess no one was watching him?

His mom also doesn't really seem to care when Keigo gets yelled at, hit, and kicked either. She just kinda stares at the wall. Then when her and Keigo become homeless and start living in a train station she guilt trips him into stealing for her. Like Really??

HE GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT TOO! You sent your child out to steal for you and he literally got into a car accident. He managed to save everyone involved but still, are trying to get your son hit by a truck? This is why I have so many mixed feelings about Tomie.

#4) Being held hostage in his own home.

This one is self explanatory. Keigo got hit in the face just for going outside. He was held hostage in his home for so long that he didn't even know heroes existed. And this is a society where heroes are everywhere. I'm sure it was a lonely childhood, kinda hard to make childhood friends when you get beaten just for leaving the house.

#5) Whatever the fuck "rough training" was.

I know we haven't seen Keigos "rough" training yet. Horikoshi only went into a little bit of detail about it when he mentioned that the commission taught Hawks negotiation skills as a kid. And then theres that one image in the Season 4 outro where Keigo has a blindfold on as a child during training.

But I still would like to know more.

Why would you put a child through "rough" training, strip him of his name, and tell him it's all because he's gonna become a "special hero" right after you've pulled him out of an extremely abusive situation. Like, you aren't gonna wait a bit? Preferably until he's a teenager? Not gonna give him therapy or something?

Isn't pulling a child out of an abusive situation and putting them through "rough training" kinda like transfering them from one abusive household to another?

LET THE BOY REST! LET THE KID BE A KID. YOU ONLY HAVE ONE CHILDHOOD AND HE'S ALREADY MISSED OUT ON MOST OF HIS!!

The training can wait.

If you want help him and support his family, do it out of the kindness of your heart and not because you think he'd be a useful hero.

I honestly don't know how this "training" went for Keigo, but considering that he doesn't currently have the best relationship with the HPCS . . . Well I don't know. All I know is that he never really seems too happy around people from the commission. He doesn't seem to agree with any of their ideologies either.

Honestly I just want him to find peace!

Based on what we've seen so far, (*cough* especially from the Todoroki family *cough*) you really shouldn't be training a child to become a hero in the first place. The training can start as a teenager if someone chooses to train.

Look at the way you massacred my boy! Give the kid a break for fucks sake!!

And these are just the early years. Don't get me started on everything else ✋🙄

[butwhyduh]

Getting tall

Summary: Damian finally hits his growth spurts and the fam have opinions. Some damijon, timkon, jaytemis, and dickori mentioned.

Damian was an adorable tiny murder baby when he first showed up at the manor. Like a feral kitten. Short end of normal growth at 10 years old and thin too, Dr Leslie found. Make sure he eats 3 square meals and snacks when he wants and he’ll be just fine. Alfred had made it his mission, as he had done for both Jason and Tim, to put weight on Damian.

The first family member he outgrew was Cass. She reached over to ruffle his hair only to reach up above her head rather than below it. She didn’t mind. 5’4 isn’t very tall. She’d just have to remember that the next time they spar. Height wasn’t an important factor to her.

It was a few months later that Damian hit a massive growth spurt and grew 4 inches. He passed by 5’6 Stephanie.

“Hey little dude. What are they puttin in your food, miracle grow?” She asked when she noted how tall he was and how big his feet had gotten. Damian was a bit like the giant puppies all gangly. Alfred was adjusting the Robin costume monthly after Damian rushed to put it on for patrol one day and every time he raised his arms he felt his stomach show. Clothes were constantly being bought that met his newest height increase. The Kents were very appreciative of the barely worn clothing Jon got as Damian went through another pair.

“I’m perfectly normal in growth,” he said pulling on the hem of his shirt that was growing shorter by the day. Stephanie eyed him but left it. Tim hated the height jokes they would make when everyone started passing him in height. Nowadays Tim just rolled his eyes and deferred all short jokes to Bart who Damian was now taller than. Bart didn’t care at all because he was short but he was also at least top 3 faster people ever so who cares right?

For a very short time, Damian was taller than Jon. He liked that. Jon thought it was pretty funny.

“D, I’m going to be taller. My dad and mom are both taller than yours. I’ll be taller in the end,” Jon said with a grin before Damian pushed him off the roof. Jon giggled and stared at Damian with obvious heart eyes. The kid was definitely smitten.

Tim was half an inch taller. He didn’t acknowledge it in any way. But it wasn’t surprising. His mother was tiny, his father lower end of average, and Tim probably skipped too many meals with working during an important growth phase while he was becoming Robin. 5’8.5 is a perfectly normal height for a man. He had an easier time with stealth.

Bruce watched as his son grew more handsome and taller everyday. He recognized things he hadn’t taken the time to see with Dick or Jason and had missed completely with Tim. Aftershave, cologne, and deodorant budget went up exponentially and Damian was barred from bringing any of his shoes in the house and his Robin uniform had to double washed occasionally. He spent far longer in the bathroom doing his hair and agonizing over any spot on his face.

Bruce even once caught Damian do the lean on the doorframe while talking to someone they like when Jon visited once. He had to give the worst birds and bees talk of all time. Bruce also noted how Damian had Talia’s nose and his lip curled the same way hers did when he smiled. He stretched when walking to the breakfast table the same way Dick did.

Damian didn’t get another true growth spurt for 2 years. There was plenty of jokes that he jumped up to his height and didn’t move again. Jon was once again taller than Damian. Alfred was ready this time with the massive amount of food the 15 year old could put away and panels in his costume for easier adjustments.

Talia smiled proudly at her son as he grew taller than her. He was turning out handsome like his father but kept her feature and in her mind, that was the perfect combo. She never told Damian because she didn’t him to grow arrogant.

Dick didn’t notice it right away. He was so busy with Bludhaven and the Titans that he didn’t notice Damian had gotten a full inch taller than him. He only realized when him and Damian practiced a complex move that required a taller and shorter partner while training. They paired up as they always did and the maneuver completely fell apart. Dick was mentally putting together why it failed when Damian walked over and it clicked. Little D was not so little anymore.

“You’re taller than me,” he said brightly. Damian immediately grinned.

“So now you’re little D,” Damian said back. Dick laughed at that one.

“Don’t let it go to your head. I can throw you around like a tilt-a-whirl,” Dick warned. Of course, that’s exactly what happened the next time they sparred when Damian tried to use his height advantage.

“I can beat Jason so don’t think you can beat me just by being bigger,” Dick said standing over Damian who rolled his eyes.

Dick had no problem with Damian getting taller. It was his own height he had a complicated relationship with. See, Dick grew up as an acrobat. Being tall is a disadvantage. More weight to swing, more body to move. And his father had told him growing up that almost every Grayson man has been 5’8. It’s a legacy as strong as flying above the circus crowd.

And so when at 15, Dick was very distraught with the fact that he hadn’t stopped growing at 5’8. It felt like a part of his history and family legacy had died. He wasn’t one of the 5’8 Grayson men. He never told anyone beside Kori, late at night where she told him she loved him tall or small. She had already far outpaced Dick and was on her way to being 6’4.

Duke and Alfred and Damian were the same height for a short while. Duke would joke that he could just wear the Robin’s costume since they were the same size. Damian would threaten to disembowel him if he touched it and that made Duke laugh even more.

When he grew taller Duke once again joked with Damian calling him a not so jolly green giant and Alfred considered his nutrition attempt a complete success. Damian went from a tiny kid to a tall strong young man.

Damian and Jon were practically the same size for a while. Jon barely bent his neck to rest his chin on Damian’s shoulder as his partner worked on a complex mechanical part. Then Jon hit another growth spurt to end in his final height of 6’2, same as Bruce and his father. Damian enjoyed having a taller boyfriend for a while but would never say anything. High school dances were nice.

Bruce could see Damian getting taller and stronger and was practically grown. Dr Leslie warned Bruce that growth could continue until Damian was in his early 20s and he could end up a quite tall young man or stop tomorrow.

Jason liked being the tallest and biggest in the family. He had an entire inch in height on Bruce and was at least 20 lbs heavier. He was built like tank. When Jason had died at 15, he was terrifyingly thin. Alfred had tried his best but Jason had suffered malnutrition and hunger from practically birth. He was short and thin and Dr Leslie had told Bruce he probably always would be. And so when Jason came back to life a giant 6’3 and over 200 lbs, it was a shock. It took him forever to accept his size as anything more than an amour to create fear in his enemies. The first time he had accidentally scared a woman walking in the street at night, Jason had hated that he was so big. But within his family, it had become a source of pride. He was certainly taller than Dick and Alfred and even Bruce.

So when he visited Cass’s birthday party and Jason stood next to Damian and realized that the kid was taller than him, he was a little shocked. Damian had reached his final height of 6’4.

“When the hell did you get so big?” Jason asked while cake was being served. Dick nosed in the conversation.

“Little D is taller than you now,” he said with a teasing grin at Jason.

“And yet you insist on calling me Little D,” Damian said with an eye roll.

“I call him Big D,” Jon said with a smile. Dick blanched and Jason coughed out an awkward laugh.

“Good for you, bro,” he said patting Damian on the back. Jon blushed at the sudden understanding.

“No! I mean- he’s taller than me. I didn’t mean- uh,” Jon stuttered. Damian grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him away from his brothers who were laughing.

“It’s weird you know,” Jason admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

“The fact that he is dating Jon?”

“No, they’ve been together forever. That he’s taller than me,” Jason said.

“Are you- does it bother you that you aren’t the tallest?” Dick asked with a gleeful smile.

“No,” Jason said abruptly.

“It could be like how I learned my little brother was bigger than me,” Dick teased. “All of a sudden you were just massive. My tiny little brother was this big dude. Good thing I’m comfortable with my masculinity.”

“Your girlfriend is like 6 inches taller than you. If that isn’t emasculating then there’s nothing I could do,” Jason answered.

“Yeah, she’s always been taller than me,” Dick said with a fond smile. “You can’t talk with the Amazon you’ve been hanging with.” He pushed Jason’s shoulder with a grin.

“We’re just friends-I guess,” Jason said uncomfortable. “That’s not the same-“

“Well at least Tim will always be our little brother,” Dick changed the subject but mentally noted Jason’s reaction to the mention of Artemis.

“Yeah, he’ll always be a shrimp,” Jason agreed.

“Honestly fuck you both,” Tim said from across the room. With Kon standing next to him he certainly looked tiny.

“Hey, it’s my birthday and I am the shortest and I can still kick all of your butts,” Cassandra reminded them both and they laughed but neither corrected her because they knew she was right.

[starlitangels]

Broken (Not Broken) - Part 3

As promised, Part 3! This one is... a bit of a “filler episode.” I wanted to give them some soft domesticity as a bit of a break after the first two parts were so emotionally-charged. There will be a Part 4, by the way. 2.5k words (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3.5)(Part 4)(Epilogue)

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It was pushing 2AM by the time there came a knock at my door. I peered through the peephole to see David looking tired. I unlocked the deadbolt, pulled back the chain, and opened the front door. “I’m guessing you’re going to insist we go to sleep, rather than stay up any later watching a movie,” I said.

David’s eyes were half-lidded like he might fall asleep any second. He shrugged. “I actually wouldn’t mind watching a movie,” he admitted. “What do you want to watch?”

I blinked in surprise, opening the front door wider to let him inside. He stepped over the threshold, pressing a kiss to my hair. I shut and locked the door behind him, putting the chain back across the door and following him to my sofa. He fell down onto it and started rubbing his temples. I sat next to him, giving him a couple inches of space until invited closer. “Are... you okay, David?” I asked awkwardly.

He shot me a glare. “Do you always ask questions you already know the answer to?”

I bit down on my tongue for a moment to rein in my own temper and attitude. “Okay. I was trying to be polite. Let me rephrase then. Do you want to talk about it?” My tone was more snappish than I intended.

David gave me a bitter smirk. “There’s the wolf I remember.”

“If you’re going to be a snot, expect me to be one back,” I returned. “How was the rest of the pack meeting?”

“Have you checked your phone?”

“No. It’s in my room in the pocket of my jacket.”

“Don’t be surprised when there are thirty texts from Asher.”

I snorted. “I won’t be.” I picked at my nails before snatching up my TV remote to have something to fiddle with. “Did... did you talk to Christian?”

“That’s why I’m here so late,” David said. “We... had a long discussion.”

I nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not tonight.”

“Just wanna watch something?”

“Sure.”

I turned on the TV and pulled up the app screen. “What do you want to watch?”

“Whatever you’re feeling up for.”

I pursed my lips and scrolled through until I found Brooklyn 99. “One episode? It’s twenty minutes and they’re funny.”

“Sure,” David said.

I settled against the back of the couch and hit play.

David shot me a look. “You know you’re allowed to sit next to me, right?” he asked.

“I was waiting for permission.”

He snorted. “That’s a first for you,” he said. He reached out, draping one arm over the back of the couch. I scooted closer and rested against his side.

“Well, sometimes people change their habits with a partner when... when that partner actually means something to them for once,” I muttered. “I... I love you, David. And... I want to do this right. For once.”

He gave me a look that I couldn’t read. Stern but soft, maybe? He looked at the TV and rested his cheek on the top of my head.

Neither of us made it to the end of the episode before falling asleep.

—

I woke up with a stiff neck and a confused, sleep-addled brain trying to figure out why everything was sore.

I peeled my eyes open. I was lying on my sofa. A blanket had been tucked around me. I sat up, looking around.

Behind me, David was in the kitchen, not facing me, but I could see my ugly mustard yellow apron—an old gag gift from Asher—tied around his waist. I couldn’t see the front of it from here, but it said Your Opinion Was Not in the Recipe across it. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“Making breakfast,” David replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, granted, it was, but...

“What are you making? I don’t keep a lot in the house.”

“I noticed. But I woke up early enough to run to the store and grab a few things. Figured you would sleep right through it. Lo and behold, I was right.”

I threw the blanket off properly and vaulted over the back of the couch before approaching him. He was whisking pancake mix. I blinked and boosted myself up onto the counter on the other side of the sink from him. “Why are you making breakfast?”

“Because, apparently, I’ve spent almost ten years in love with one of the best cooks in the pack who refuses to actually use their skills to take care of themselves.” He set down the mixing bowl, turning to face me, setting one fist on his hip. “Seriously. You’re almost as good as I am. Why don’t you ever cook anymore?”

“There have been more important things for me to focus on,” I said with a nonchalant shrug. “The joy... kinda went out of it for me.”

“So instead you run yourself ragged in the name of vengeance.” He went back to mixing the pancake batter.

“It’s a little early for a ‘concerned boyfriend’ lecture, David,” I said.

He glanced at me. “Somebody’s gotta be concerned about you, if you’re not going to be. Makes sense for it to be your boyfriend.”

Boyfriend. The word still made me jolt when I associated it with David. I mean, three days ago we were just packmates who were usually coldly tolerant of each other, but tolerated one another due to our similarities. We’d spent years in the same sort of spaces, avoiding socializing with the rest of the pack. Our understanding.

And now... a lot had happened between us. We’d known each other for so long that building up to the whole “partners” thing had felt ridiculous. Maybe we’d been hasty in jumping right into a relationship without any dates to see if this was something we even really wanted from the other—but who the hell cared?

I cleared my throat. “Thanks,” I muttered, casting my eyes down to my socks, kicking back and forth off the edge of the counter. “I... appreciate you... being concerned for me.”

David grunted. He went back to whisking the pancake batter, focusing his gaze on the mixing bowl.

“There’s something on your mind,” I said.

“What makes you think you can tell?” he retorted.

I scoffed and crossed my ankles, kicking my legs in sync with each other where they were locked together. “Because I know you, David. Probably better than most of the pack—barring Ash. We’re a lot alike, in a lot of ways. I can tell when you’re thinking about something and you’re not sure if you want to say it out loud. Spit it out.”

“I hated sending you home yesterday morning,” he said. I blinked.

I blinked. “Okaaay...?”

“I hated sending you home, and I hated having to tell you to shower. I hated the thought of you getting my scent off of you.” He growled lightly, low in his chest and quiet, compared to how David usually growled. “You know me,” he said. “You know I’m possessive. I wanted you to be mine and I wanted the pack to know it. 

“But, as the alpha, I had to be rational and consider how it would effect you, and the potential blowback given you and I are packmates and that gets complicated with me being the alpha. And I didn’t want the pack to be involved—or even in the know—if you and I changed our minds and decided this wasn’t a commitment we were comfortable with.

“But, God, I wanted to stride into that meeting with my arm around you and my scent rubbed into every inch of your skin.” He closed his eyes and shook his head like he was clearing that desire out of it.

My heart pounded hard in my chest. “Well... Ash could still smell you on me.”

David stopped mixing batter. “What?”

“He asked if I’d stopped by your place,” I said. “I think it was faint enough that he assumed it was just lingering from me popping by. But it was there. Apparently I didn’t do a good enough job of getting you off of me completely.” I swallowed. “Or maybe some subconscious part me of didn’t want to wash every bit of you off.” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pretend I didn’t notice the fierce smirk of satisfaction that crossed David’s face.

I hopped off the counter, crossing toward my bedroom. “Where are you going?” David asked.

“There’s something I wanna give you,” I said. I dug around the top drawer of my bedside table until I found the small velvet pouch. I extracted it from under an old, dull switchblade that I kept forgetting to sharpen, half-a-dozen old CD cases, a package of tissues, an empty bottle that used to contain painkillers, and—for whatever reason—a single stray sock.

“I have got to organize these drawers at some point,” I muttered, shoving the drawer closed. I went back to the kitchen. 

David had started to pour pancakes onto the disused griddle I used to use all the time. Back when I still enjoyed cooking and occasionally attempted to invite my pack family over for breakfast.

“Think fast,” I said.

David turned. I tossed the leather pouch at him. His hand lashed out and snatched it from the air. I could have clocked him in the back of the head if I hadn’t warned him and then waited for him to turn, but this wasn’t something I wanted to tease with.

David fiddled with the drawstrings. “What’s this?”

I shrugged, leaning against the counter island. “Just open the damn bag,” I said.

He rolled his eyes and pulled open the pouch, dumping its contents into his hand.

A single ring, made of wood, stained instead of painted, sealed to be waterproof and flame retardant, like the wolf head on my necklace. “I don’t know if that will even fit you,” I admitted. “But your dad and I made it on that one camping trip I went on with you guys when we were thirteen. Your dad taught me how. We used his hand to size it, so it might not fit. I know you’re bigger than he was. But it might fit your pinky or something. It never fit me, even as I grew up. So I want you to have it.”

David pinched the pouch tighter, scrunched his eyebrows, and dug his fingers into the pouch. A leather cord came out in his grip.

“Oh. Yeah. Or you could wear it on a necklace, like I do.” I gestured vaguely to the wolf’s head Gabe made me.

David tried to slide the ring onto his fingers, but none of them quite fit right. I went to the griddle and flipped the pancakes over so the other sides could bake while he put the ring on the cord and tied it behind his neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him touching the ring with an almost reverence.

He cleared his throat. “Thank you,” he said, somewhat haltingly.

I gave him a half-smile and flipped the last pancake over to finish baking. It was a bit clumsier than I would have done a few years ago, but I still had the skill to keep the unbaked batter all together instead of splattering across the griddle.

“Sure thing,” I replied, awkwardly, backing away from the griddle and hopping back up on the counter.

David took up the position in front of the griddle, folding his arms over his chest and watching me kick my legs from my spot. We were quiet for a minute. We’d spent a lot of time since we were teenagers sharing a space in silence. Holed up in the kitchen during the solstice party: David cooking while I just found a corner that was out of the way and kept to myself. Occasionally helping David when he needed a third or fourth hand to keep everything from falling apart.

Or when Gabe hosted summer barbecues for the pack just to hang out outside, David and I would be in a corner of the backyard, a few feet apart, working on our own thing. I’d be whittling with my knife or something similar and David would be making a paracord bracelet while Milo and Asher wrestled in the grass a couple yards away, refereeing their match.

The only gatherings where I was really alone before David became alpha were camping trips. Being up in the mountains always made David come out of his shell. He liked being away from the city. He’d smile and laugh easier. He’d even goof off with Ash sometimes. I usually kept my camping chair pulled farther away from the fire than the ring of whoever else was on the trip’s chairs. Gabe would drag it back into the ring every time he realized I’d withdrawn again—oftentimes with me still sitting in it—but camping trips were really the only times when David and I weren’t sharing comfortable silence.

The silence in my kitchen now was more charged than our old quiet had ever been. If it weren’t for the fact that his shirt was on, I would have buried my nose in his back while he faced the griddle and kissed his spine.

I could still do that with his shirt on, of course, but it wouldn’t feel as good for either of us.

“So, wanna watch that movie we didn’t get to watch last night?” I suggested. “Breakfast and a show?” I waved vaguely over my shoulder toward the TV in my living room.

“Sure,” David said.

He finished up the pancakes while I went to my bedroom and dug my phone out of the pocket of my leather motorcycle jacket.

Messages Asher: I know it’s none of my business but if you and David are really together, may I just say—IT’S ABOUT F^&*ING TIME, TANK! (And 21 more notifications)

Pinching the bridge of my nose to ward off a headache, I went back out to the living room.

“I’m guessing you saw Asher’s texts?” David said.

“Just the first one and I already don’t want to deal with the twenty-one others.”

He snorted. “He doesn’t quit, does he?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“What... what do you want to watch?” David asked.

“I have Clue on Blu-Ray, if you want,” I said. “Do you still like that one?”

“Well enough. Might as well.” He offered me a plate. “Dish up. Let’s grab some breakfast before we get the movie started.”

“Thanks.” I accepted the plate.

“Hey,” David said, not letting go of the plate just yet. “We’re gonna make this work, okay? I’m not letting you go now that I have you.”

I nodded. “Okay.” I gave him another half-smile.

[enigmatic-robin]

Nygma’s Game

Jonathan Crane/ Edward Nygma

1624 words

Jonathan thought he was decent at staying out of the way of other rogues. He did his best not to step on their toes, and he was ultimately left alone. Sure, he went to meetups at the iceberg lounge when he knew everyone else would, but he was polite and never turned down a conversation or stepped out of line. So naturally, he was… caught off guard, to say the least, when he entered the warehouse he used as a lab to find one wall with words seemingly spray painted against it in bright green.

‘YOUR TOXIN HAS BEEN SNATCHED AWAY

TO GET IT BACK, DO AS I SAY

IN A PLACE I USED TO HIDE

BETWEEN A PANDEMONIUM AND A PRIDE

CAN'T FIND YOUR CLUE AND UP TO YOUR NECK?

SIT DOWN AND THINK IT OVER A SEC’

Delightful, The Riddler. Just what he needed today. Crane pinched the bridge of his nose, looking back out the way he came. Luckily it was early, the sun was just setting. He sighed and grabbed a pen and some paper, resting at the desk. He had some decoding to do.

—

Jonathan made a list of places he’d heard Edward mention staying in to begin with;

Candle factory

Gotham zoo

Under the subway

Park row apartment

It was an easy one, given the options. The use of ‘A pride’ instead of ‘pride’, as if it was something tangible, not a feeling. A pride of lions. A pandemonium was a group of parrots, and between the two exhibits in the Gotham zoo was the one Riddler had commandeered years ago; the giraffes.

Jonathan would’ve been a lot more proud of himself if he didn’t need to actually go there, but oh well. Wasn’t like he could work without the supplies his colleague stole anyways.

—

The zoo, at night, was much more active. Nocturnal animals were awake and sharing their displeasure of it now that the general public had filed out; the lions were remarkably easy to find with one loudly voicing his claim on his corner of the zoo. As he expected, between the lions and the giraffes was a human sized door with keys already in the lock.

He made his way in, immediately having to duck away from curious heads trying to nudge through the bars separating the giraffes and the elevated workers area. The skinniest one, likely a juvenile, stuck his head through, however, and it made an odd clinking noise. Jonathan reached a hand out, resting it on the giraffe’s nose while the other reached to undo a light chain draped around its neck, pulling it back through to to his side. He unlooped a pouch attached to it, pulling out a key, a canister of his stolen toxin, and another riddle, because of course there was another.

‘YOU MADE IT, ‘WELL DONE!

YOU SOLVED RIDDLE #1

KEEP GOING TO 2, I’D ADVISE

REACH THE END FOR YOUR PRIZE!

A DR LIKE YOU WOULD KNOW THIS PLACE

EVEN AFTER ITS FALL FROM GRACE

A PLANT THAT DOESN'T GROW IN THE EARTH

IT STILL OFFERS LIFE IN THE FORM OF REBIRTH

WATCH YOUR STEP TO THE END OF THE WALK

IF YOU FALL YOU'LL BE IN FOR QUITE A SHOCK’

It was obvious. So obvious.

He hated it.

——

Ace Chemical Plant was a very useful place for those villains brave or crazy enough to face it. The birth of the joker and the origin of Twoface’s scarring were cautionary tales, and they never replaced the part of the catwalk blown to hell by the explosion with Harvey.

Every second there was more unnerving.

Jonathan grasped the handrail tightly; he wanted the Scarecrow to stay behind a MASK, thank you. The catwalk creaked under him as he walked, ominously crunching more as he passed the location of Harvey’s explosion. At the end of the catwalk, a long, thin box sat locked.

Jonathan knelt very slowly, unlocking it and opening the top to reveal a sickle with- you guessed it- another riddle.

‘ONCE AGAIN YOU SOLVE MY QUESTION

NOW IT'S TIME FOR YOUR FINAL SESSION

FROM HERE YOU CAN SEE OUT FOR MILES

I BRING YOU METAL, WOOD, AND TEXTILES

WHEN THE FLOOR BEGINS TO ROCK

FIND THE DOOR IN MY COLORS AND KNOCK

PS: I’VE NOTICED YOUR SCYTHE IS TOO LARGE FOR SMALL SPACES, PLEASE ACCEPT THIS SICKLE AS YOUR CLOSE-CONTACT WEAPON’

Jonathan blinked, turning his attention to the sickle. He turned it in his hand, then took a test swing, and another. It was well balanced, and fit his hand well. It was… thoughtful. Very. He tied it to his belt, holstered safely, before turning back. He’d almost forgotten he’d need to take the catwalk again.

Fuck.

—

The dock rocked with the waves, leaving Jonathan to fight to stay standing. He swayed with the wood under him, keeping an eye on the buildings and boats along the shoreline. In the sea of browns and reds and blacks, the green door with the purple knob and trim were glaringly obvious on the side of the dock. He stood in front of it, knocking on the door three times.

He heard a clatter, followed by shoes on the floorboards as the door swung open. The Riddler smiled at him, only looking vaguely out of breath.

“Jonathan! You made it! Lovely to see you, come in.” He insisted, leading Jonathan down a hallway. It led to a large, dimly lit storage space that seemed to be lit mostly by green neon signs- likely stolen- and a lamp that was definitely stolen. There were mostly bar adjacent furniture, like a pool table and tables with chairs, a jukebox that was certainly going to be working soon if it wasn’t already, and of course, an actual bar.

“I have to say, I wasn't sure if you’d make it. I ran you through the ringer, making you run across town basically for something I know you could easily make more of.” Edward admitted, taking an already filled wine glass from a table before perching himself on top of the pool table.

“There are two glasses on the table for you, a wine glass or a liquor glass, help yourself to anything you’d like”.

Jon took the liquor glass, filling it with liquid from an unlabeled crystal tumbler.

“I have no idea why I humored you. Or what I did to cause this little… game,” He admitted, trying some of his- yeah, definitely scotch. “Was there a reason?”

Edward actually seemed speechless for a second, staring down into his glass.

“No, no, purely for my entertainment, my friend.”

“And the gift? Somehow I feel you’re lying to me, ‘friend’” Jonathan drawled back, keeping an eye on Edward, who stammered.

“I- a LIAR? Wh- how could you- how DARE you” he snapped, arms crossed in a way that almost looked defensive.

“You have to remember, I’m the Master of Fear. I know what anxiety looks like”

“I suppose you would, wouldn’t you?” He acquiesced, leaning forward a bit.

“You know what? I don’t know why I bother. You should be grateful, and if you aren’t, that’s your problem. It was a test”

That was… intriguing.

“A test? A high school dropout, testing a PHD-MD? Why the hell would you do that?”

“To see how compatible we are, if you’re worth my time. No use in being pretty with no brain to back it up- of course, my affections may have made me go a bit easier on you than I usually would,” Edward admitted, swinging his legs thoughtfully.

Jonathan on the other hand…

“…what?”

“Oh, maybe I gave that brain of yours too much credit.”

Jonathan was still very clearly confused.

“You don’t mean…?”

“Oh my god, must I do everything myself?!” Edward grumbled, hopping off the pool table and crowding Jonathan. He craned his neck up, looking genuinely frustrated.

“Just- down. You’re just- you’re tall. Excessively so”

The redhead pulled Jonathan down, holding his face.

“You see me? We’re on the same level now, yeah?”

“Edward-“

“I. Like you. I think you’re interesting, and I actually get stimulation from talking to you, you understand what I say. That’s hard to come by for someone of my intellect, and for me to like being around you on top of that? Unheard of! So I’m going to ask you; would you be interested in this? With me?”

Jonathan analyzed Edwards face for a moment.

“… You mean this. You really mean this. Yes, I suppose I would be interested”

Edwards face split into a grin, and he leaned forward, locking Jonathan in a long kiss before letting him straighten back to his full height.

“Good! Good, that’s excellent news.”

He shoved his hand in Jon’s shirt pocket, taking his phone before he could protest.

“I’m putting in the number of my current burner. If I get a different one, I’ll find you and let you know.” He explained, not bothering to apologize for taking the phone. He tossed it back and Jon put it back in his pocket.

“The fact that I gave you mine and didn’t ask for yours instead? That’s your last chance to back out. If you aren’t sure, don’t contact me. Consider it Pandora’s box; once it’s open you can’t close it again.”

Jon raised an eyebrow, taking the phone back out. He chose Edwards number, just sending a ‘J’ before looking at Edward expectantly.

“Or you could… do it now. Alright” Edward muttered, wide eyed.

“You realize you’re completely entrapped now, I hope?”

“… I hope to see you again soon, Edward” Jon muttered, his lip twitching up into a smirk. He left, pulling the door closed behind him, unaware that he’d managed the impossible. He’d left Edward completely speechless.

[kohakuarisaka]

Untamed (chapter 2 of 5)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawks’ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.

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As it turned out, 'secluded cabin' was a pretty accurate statement.

Hawks had arranged for a very discreet hero taxi service to drive you the 5-hour trip from Musutafu to a quaint mountainous village that was so small and quiet, you almost doubted it was even on the map.

Past the snowy village, through the winding roads and towering trees, over a bridge, past a frozen lake, and then some miles off the main road, tucked away in a small clearing, was a beautiful cabin.

While the days were steadily growing warmer as spring rapidly approached, it still snowed at night. The snow had melted off the trees from the warmth of the midday sun; but, there was still a light blanket of white on the rooftop and across the surrounding grounds.

There were no poles lining the street, nothing that could bring electricity to the house; however, you could see what was likely a generator tucked away in the back. Someone had propped the cover off and cleaned out the snow.

At that sight, it became obvious that Hawks had beat you here. He already taken to clearing the snow out of the entry way as well, exposing a beautiful cobblestone pathway.

You exited the vehicle and retrieved your bags from the trunk. The very second you closed the hatch, the driver made a speedy exit, wheels skidding in the snow as they backed out before doing a sharp U-turn and barreling down the road.

Luckily, the entrance to the cabin opened before you could worry that you had just been abandoned in the middle of nowhere. Sure enough, Hawks stepped out, wild blonde locks brushed back, a little fluffier than usual due to the change in humidity.

Despite how cold it was, he was wearing a black tank top and loose, light grey sweat pants. He even stepped out onto the cold stone pathway with bare feet. Yet, with a light flush to his skin, he didn't look cold at all.

You had been making a face when he approached, and he offered an explanation, uttering, "I told 'em not to linger. It's suspicious."

Some large plumes departed his wingspan and grabbed at your luggage, one even pulling your shoulder bag off your back. They whipped away, bags in tow, and zipped past Hawks and through the doorway, disappearing into the cabin.

The winged hero didn't immediately usher you inside, as he usually did in these types of situations, but arched over you suddenly, arms bringing you into a tight embrace while his lips captured yours.

The sudden closeness forced your back to arch. Unconsciously, your hands fell onto his barely clothed shoulders, and you felt how warm he was. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was running a fever.

The kiss was brief, but uncharacteristically messy, not that you were complaining. It was a kiss of longing, like he had missed you dearly, as if it had been months and not a day and a half.

He pulled back, a distant, albeit blissful, look on his face. His eyelids sagged as if he was tired, but the gold of his iris was bright and his pupils were focused.

"I didn't get to clean yet, but - ugh - do you wanna see inside?" he asked, some slight nervousness to his tone.

"Yeah," you breathed.

Hawks stepped aside and you gently brushed past him and stepped inside. The wood floors creaked softly beneath your feet as you crossed the threshold. Immediately, you were hit with a wonderful scent, earthy, like tree bark, but sweet, like raw honey.

It was a decent sized cabin, spacious and not heavily furnished. The kitchen was on the small side, but seemingly to accommodate a larger living room.

As Hawks had warned, there was a thin layer of dust all across the wood floors. The furniture was covered by clear tarps, shielding them from the debris.

The dining area tucked away in the corner had a chabudai in place of a western style table. It was small and clearly only intended for two people. You had a feeling it was new, considering how spotless it looked compared to the rest of the cabin.

A huge, stone fireplace rested against the north wall, surrounded by large windows that gave a beautiful view of the outside. They were adorned with heavy curtains, pulled back to let the sunlight in.

Hawks was lingering, following close, staring down at you as you walked around and took in the sight of the place. When your eyes landed on him, and you caught his unblinking stare, you realized he was awaiting feedback.

It startled you a little, for Hawks wasn't the kind to fuss over these sorts of things; but, you had a decent enough understanding of what a rut was to know what was going through his head.

"Relax, birdbrain," you cooed, reaching up to tap gently at his cheek with a closed palm. That seemed to knock him out of his stupor, for he blinked and suddenly looked sheepish. He flickered his gold eyes away, as if to give you space.

"I love it," you praised, looking back into the living area. "Cozy, and smells nice."

You heard him exhale a relieved sigh through his nostrils.

"We should get to work. Where's the cleaning stuff?" you asked, peeling your jacket off.

"Oh. I'll-" he began.

"You'll let me help," you interrupted him gently.

When you turned back to face him, and saw the bewildered expression he was wearing, you wondered if maybe that wasn't the right thing to fit with his current state.

"Unless that's... bad?" you offered uncertainly, shoulders sagging.

Hawks laughed suddenly at the sunken expression on your face, as if the joyous sound came sputtering out against his will.

"No," he answered softly, leaning in suddenly for another kiss, as if he couldn't help it. You didn't get a chance to kiss back before he was retreating.

"Don't change," he sighed. "I want you as you, not as my..."

"-subservient housewife?" you offered, just a little teasing.

He chuckled softly, breathing out a harsh, "fuck, no."

Hawks maneuvered around you and headed for what you guessed was a supply closet. Inside, the cleaning gear was also neatly packaged in containers and safe from dust.

It made sense, how neatly arranged everything was. Hawks was a fairly neat person; but, it was also clear that he had this whole thing down, neatly tuned and properly sorted out. He had been coming here for years, after all.

This place was special to him. That much was clear.

The two of you started to dusting and sweeping, followed by a diligent mopping, with the two of you working in tandem.

Hawks was fairly quiet during the whole ordeal, seemingly focused sternly on the task at hand. It had been his nest for years. This was hardly anything new; but, it was now going to be yours, too.

He didn't tell you that he had been worried he would react negatively to your presence. He didn't always react rationally during this time. Seemingly average things would sometimes irritate him, and a part of the possessive onslaught included this abode.

Fortunately, that hadn't been the case. Cleaning the cabin with you was soothing. He wasn't unaware of the obvious implication: that you were preparing a nest together, your shared nest. He didn't say it aloud, but you had come to that realization, as well.

It had actually calmed him quite a bit. He had been on edge before you arrived, skin prickled with heat and sweating unreasonably considering the cold. Those weren't abnormal during his ruts; but, it felt intensified with that knowledge that you were going to be here.

Darkness swept across the forest as the hours dragged on. Luckily, you were just about finished by the time it got dark.

There was a neat stack of firewood arranged on a carrier near the fireplace, making you wonder if that was what he had worked on before your arrival. The logs looked freshly cut and heavy.

Crimson feathers delivered logs to the hearth. Hawks retrieved a set of matches from a cubby near the carrier and then kneeled before the hearth. He set one of the matches ablaze and carefully ignited the firewood arranged in the pit.

Warmth and light flooded the cabinet. Plumes gathered along the edges of the curtains and pulled them back, covering the windows. When they returned to his wingspan, he stepped back and monitored the fire briefly.

While cleaning, you had learned there was a cellar and partial second story, as well as an indoor bathroom. It seemed that the main use of the generator was to power the water heater and indoor plumbing.

The cellar was small, down a short flight of stairs, with concrete floors and walls, the perfect size for containing a month's worth of food and supplies, far more than was necessary for just a week.

The second story was a loft that oversaw the living room, giving a great view of the fireplace. There was no safety railing on the upstairs, likely for the very obvious fact that Hawks could fly. There was, at least, a staircase.

Upstairs, there was a large bed frame with a plush mattress, wrapped up tight to protect from dust, a large chest pressed up against the wall, and a desk without a chair.

After he removed the bed cover, you watched Hawks pull neatly folded blankets and pillow cases out the chest. It was fascinating to see someone, who normally slept wherever his body landed, so meticulously prepare the bedding: layers and layers of blankets, followed by dressing the pillows and laying them out.

It was especially perplexing because of the intense, concentrated look on his face. He had been so focused that he hadn't even realized that you had paused what you were doing to watch him.

Luckily, you caught yourself staring before he did, and shuffled back downstairs before he could notice.

A sudden howling had startled you, before a sharp wind rattled against the shutters. Something was thumping gently against the roof and when the wind picked up, you could almost hear the trees shuddering outside.

"It's snowing," Hawks observed, suddenly at your side.

You could see a glimpse of crimson in the corner of your eye, and realized he had a wing fanned out around you, not quite close enough to touch, but hovering. Maybe, he hadn't even realized he was doing that.

"Oh," you answered quietly.

Together, you prepared dinner, settling for a classic favorite of his: yakitori chicken and stir fry noodles.

Eating dinner together, and talking about nothing, made you realize, it had been the first time in a long time, if ever, that you hadn't discussed work: nothing about the agency, nothing about heroes or villains, nothing about police business or missions.

It was just senseless conversations that amounted to nothing.

The dining table was small and the floor was cold; but, your hands brushed constantly due to the lack of space. It made you realize that you had longed to have this type of moment with him, something so utterly domestic.

"I know it's not super late," Hawks began, on his way to the kitchen with the dirty plates. "But, I'm gonna wake you up early; so, let's get to bed, okay?"

His voice was soft, surprisingly drowsy, you realized, and he continued, "it's - well, there's something I wanna show you, and it looks best in the sunrise."

He had started the dishes before you could; so, you stepped in close, deciding to tease him a little.

"I bet you do look best in the sunrise," you uttered, leaning against the counter top near the sink, where he had busied his hands. He was looking away from you; but, you could see his lip twitch into a faint smile.

Hawks laughed, a low chuckle that rumbled through his chest. "Not me," he replied softly. Yet, he found himself feeling enamored with the knowledge that that was where your mind had wandered first.

"Do you want me to wait for you?" you offered, standing upright and shifting away from the counter.

"Nah," he replied simply. "I'll join ya' in a bit."

You changed into your pajamas, brushed your teeth and pulled your hair back, before heading upstairs. Blankets and pillows were stacked high on top of the mattress, making the bedframe disappear beneath it.

It not only looked incredibly warm, but incredibly soft, and an inspection with your hand, smoothing over the surface, confirmed that. There were several pillows pressed against the headboard and even more at the foot of the bed.

If you hadn't seen him arrange it, you would have doubted it was even Hawks' bed. From the glimpses you had seen into his life, he was a minimalist.

His office at the agency was fairly large, but looked almost comical with the lack of furniture in it. He wasn't one to buy much of anything outside of perishables.

"Take those off."

You had heard that commanding tone many times before; but, in the peace and serenity of this cabin, it startled you. Your shoulders twitched a little and you turned to face him, having not heard Hawks approach.

His gold eyes were glaring at your body, shifting up to meet your gaze when you turned to face him.

You gawked back at him, dumbfounded by his boldness, and a little intrigued, if you were being honest. He had warned you about this, and you were about to comply when his dark expression suddenly softened.

"Oh fuck," Hawks blurted, embarrassment washing over his face. The intensity of the moment dissipated and you found yourself unable to hold back a faint smile at the way his face so rapidly changed from anger to shame.

"Shit - I - sorry - ugh," he stammered, some redness tinting the tops of his ears. His dominant hand came up and ruffled his hair. "That was messed up. Ah - what I mean is, can we sleep naked?"

It was clear he wasn't embarrassed about the request, but the way that he had asked. You couldn't hold back a soft chuckle at his frazzled state.

"Of course," you uttered, and began shedding your clothes.

He was staring at your nudity as if it wasn't something he had seen many times before, as if his hands and mouth hadn't explored every inch of skin, hadn't touched and claimed parts of you your own hands couldn't reach.

It made you feel powerful, beautiful.

"Did you brush your teeth?" you asked, knocking him out of his stupor.

He didn't respond, but made a face that gave you your answer. He turned away then, and hopped over the edge of the loft, floating down into the lower floor, and scurried off to the bathroom.

Promptly, you disappeared beneath the blankets, shivering from the cold, skin prickled with goosebumps. You were about to scold yourself for complying with him so eagerly, without demanding a compromise, mainly that you expected him to warm you up.

Luckily, it didn't take him long to join you, and you suddenly felt a very warm, and very naked, body slot into the space behind you, wiggling beneath the blankets. It was almost concerning how warm he was, like he had just flung himself into the hearth before running back over here.

You rolled onto your back to greet him and Hawks wasted no time slotting over you, tangling legs, arms falling on either side of your head. Wispy bangs fell over his forehead, longer strands catching on his eyebrows.

Your eyes peered over his shoulders, where you could see his wings were fanned out above him, plumes stretched wide, looming possessively. When your gaze shifted to his face, your breath hitched.

His stare was hypnotizing, as if he couldn't believe you were here, gold eyes practically glowing in the dimly lit loft.

It made you sad to think just your presence alone had pleased him so much, whereas nothing else had yet to occur. It made you think of all the years he had to endure this alone, the loneliness far more straining than the lack of a pliant body.

"Hey," he began, voice hoarse, distant.

His dominant hand shifted from the bed to cup your cheek, thumb gently prodding at your cheek bone. Just like the rest of his body, his hand was so warm.

"I know I said I wouldn't let you leave," he explained, fingers sliding carefully across your temple. "But, if you want to, at any time, I'll call the taxi and-"

You leaned up, taking his lips in a gentle kiss to silence him. He moaned into the kiss, clearly surprised by your interruption. His hand departed your face, lowering to caress the side of your neck.

When you pulled back, he chased, not letting you depart from him quite so quickly. The kiss carried on for a short while, Hawks only leaning back when he was satisfied.

"No," you disagreed in a soft hum, hands rising to push strands of his hair out of his face. "I'm not leaving. We're going through this together. Okay?"

He let out a sigh that fluttered across your cheeks. "Okay," he agreed, as if he couldn't believe it.

Hawks shifted until he was lying beside you, one arm loose around your waist. You turned a little to lay on your side and lean into him, cheek falling comfortably into the pillow beneath your head, and felt him nuzzle into your back, bringing you as close as he could without ruining your comfort.

One of his wings folded carefully over you while the other sprawled out across the bed. The light from the fire just barely reached the loft, an amber glow that flickered with the dancing flames.

The sounds of the gentle snowfall outside was a little louder upstairs. One of the nearby windows rattled softly, trembling weakly from the breeze that shook the shutters. The rafters above creaked occasionally in melodic hums.

Behind you, Hawks' chest undulated with his breathing, moving against the skin of your back. His wings shifted ever so slightly in harmony with the expansion and shrinking of his lungs. The longer plumes on the ends twitched occasionally.

"Keigo?" you whispered.

He didn't answer. Judging by the way his arm had slackened where it rested over your waist, you figured he had fallen asleep already.

The bedding was soft, and you had no doubt that he had washed them diligently; yet, mingled with the earthy tones of the cabin, they smelt like him. The hearth crackled distantly, the sound a faint echo through the cabin.

It didn't take long to slip away.

• • •

• • •

Sometime in the middle of the night, you were woken by a strange sound. In your groggy state, it sounded like a distant animal cooing into the night.

Once you properly came to, you realized the warmth against your back had retreated. The blanket had been partially ripped away in the process, leaving the skin of your back exposed to the cold air of the cabin.

What had sounded far away you now realized was coming from right behind you, pained little noises and harsh wheezing. You rolled over to take in the sight of Hawks, blindly reaching for him in a moment of panic.

Worry struck you when your skin touched his. He had already been warm to the touch before; but now, his skin felt scorching, sticky with sweat. Your hand had landed on his chest, where you could feel his muscles rapidly rising and falling with each staggering breath.

The noise that had woken you became obvious then; he was panting, sharp and labored breaths that whooshed in and out of him, occasionally accompanied with a quiet, pained sound.

He had shoved the blankets away and was laying on his back, wings tucked in uncomfortably tight beneath him. Through the faint glow of warm light from the fireplace, you could see his chest raising and falling rapidly, head tossed back, face contorted in pain. Some strands of blonde locks were clinging to the sweat soaked skin on his face.

"Keigo - Keigo," you called to him, hands rising to his shoulders so you could shake him.

It wasn't until he jerked suddenly, eyes opening and head whipping towards you, that you realized he had been sleeping. His labored breathing intensified, but only for a second, before he started to calm down.

His gold eyes were glossy for a second, staring at you blindly, before he started to wake properly. His lips were parted, sharp breaths still escaping him in harsh wisps.

"Are you okay?" you whispered harshly. "Are you sick? You look-..."

You could see a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. Now, with him leaning up a little, you could see the flush of red tinting his skin, all down his chest and across his cheeks. His shoulder muscles were tight and his wings twitched helplessly beneath him.

"I'm f-fine," Hawks answered, voice low and hoarse. He swallowed roughly. "It's - it's a n-normal side effect."

"You're burning up," you hissed, hands touching his skin so carefully, like you would hurt him if you were too rough. "Are you sure you're okay?" you insisted.

"Just need-" he growled, cutting off as he tried to sit up.

His movement had repositioned your hands, causing them to drag from his shoulders to his chest, less you lose stability and collapse on top of him.

It was a familiar touch, a place you had touched him many times before; yet, he froze suddenly, gaze shifting down to your hands as if they were grounding him to this plane of existence.

Hawks' gold eyes fluttered shut and his pained expression softened. He flopped back on the bed, giving up his attempt to sit up as if he had suddenly lost all strength in his body.

Catching on, you uttered into the cold air, "is that what you need? Keigo, do you want me to-"

"Yes," he answered sharply, hissing through the cold, chilled air. He sounded relieved, thankful that you had offered before he had to ask.

"God, fuck - I - I need you, need to - to - be inside you-"

His babbling briefly ceased when you pushed the blankets off yourself and rolled on top of him, a gesture you had done many times before, now a nearly perfect art.

You watched, hypnotized as Hawks arched his back off the bed and flexed his wings until they were sprawled out on either side of him. The beautiful crimson plumes stretched out across the sheets, shuddering in faint waves that matched his heavy breathings.

In the shift, his cock became pinned against your inner thigh. If you didn't known any better, you would have thought he was prodding you with an iron rod pulled straight from the fires of a forge.

It was unbearably hot, hard as steel and painfully poking against your flesh. You could feel his heartbeat through his cock, throbbing against you as if pleading to be touched.

Arousal had never struck you this hard before, with enough force that it made your never regions throb and chest tighten. Blood rushed to your face so quickly, you briefly feared you would pass out.

Now, hovering, looking down at him, it was almost unbearable. It was clear that Hawks was in pain, and you felt a tinge of guilt at the realization that his state had aroused you.

But, the truth was, he looked stunning.

Maybe it was the red flush staining his skin, or the glisten of sweat, shiny with the reflection of the fire burning in the hearth. Maybe it was the way his gold eyes practically glowed through the darkness, staring up at you like a starving predator, glaring with dangerous intent.

Some sort of inhuman growl escaped him and Hawks grabbed at your meaty hips, roughly pulling you forward. It didn't take you long to figure out what he was doing; but, your attempts to aid were waisted, for he simply dragged you down to his liking, until the heat of your sex collided with his face ungracefully.

The first thing you registered was his mouth kissing sloppily at your sex. His tongue followed, lapping at your folds impatiently before breaching your heat. Hawks was always the kind to give sloppy oral; but, this was something else entirely.

He moaned shamelessly when his tongue registered your taste, hips rising off the bed as if attempting to chase a sensation that wasn't there.

Your hands fall onto the wall, and you tried to keep yourself up; but, he wasn't having it, growling and pulling you back down. It was difficult to not go dead weight when his tongue was lapping at your walls, mouth suctioned around your entrance like he was trying to suck juices from a ripe fruit.

One of your hands weaved through his hair, gently massaging his scalp in a praising gesture. It was difficult to get out sensible words. Instead, you moaned broken pieces of his name, thighs trembling on either side of his head.

You had no idea how much time had passed before he seemed satisfied and finally lifted you up enough to remove his mouth. The wet gasp that escaped him, suggesting he had been holding his breath, riddled you with shameful lust.

"You made a mess," Hawks observed deliriously.

He sounded immensely pleased with himself and even leaned in to take another taste, this time honing in on your pearl. You felt more than heard his pleased chuckle when you whined at the sudden touch.

This time, when he pulled away, he let you retreat. As you shimmied down his body, you caught him wiping your essence off his face with a careful finger before popping it in his mouth.

Hawks' skin was still flushed red, all the way up to his ears; but, now, he looked damn smug to top it all off. You couldn't see the look you were wearing, but you knew by the heat on your face that it was lewd.

The cold of the cabin had been lost to you, especially when you positioned your hips over his and felt the head of his cock nuzzle at your entrance, threatening to breach your core.

Hawks' head fell back into the sheets with a whine, eyes squeezing shut. Tantalized by the sight, you intended to tease him a little; however, he nudged his hips forward with a sudden jerk, effortlessly impaling you on his cock, and taking that opportunity away.

"Ohhh, fuck!" Hawks shouted before sucking his bottom lip beneath his teeth. He released it after letting out a low hiss.

You closed your own eyes for a moment, adjusting to the sudden intrusion of his impressive girth, and felt his hands slowly slide up your thighs into the dips of your hips, slotting over a spot he had practically engraved for himself ever since this began.

When your eyes opened, you looked down and took in the deliriously beautiful look on his face. His thumbs nudged your hip bones pleadingly and his eyes opened, peering up at you through dark lashes.

Forgoing any thoughts about teasing, you planted your hands on his chest and rolled your hips. The motion punched a whine out of him. The sound drawled out into a growl when you kept the rhythm, chasing your own pleasure.

"Yeah," he hummed encouragingly. "Come on. Use me. Fuck yourself on my cock. Just like - ahh - fuck..."

You hardly needed the encouragement; but, the dirty words spewing from his lips further ignited the heat in your belly, and you whined in response.

He could have easily pulled your hips down to intensify the moment. Instead, he lifted his hips off the bed to meet yours, effortlessly matching your movement and chasing the delicious warmth and wetness of your core, while letting his hands hold you gently.

"Baby, do you feel good?" Hawks uttered lowly, his pleading question gently breaking through the moment.

"Y-ye-s, Kei - go," you sobbed, stuttering out your response and groaning halfway through his name.

It was always good; but, something about this moment made it more intense than ever before. You could already feel the sensation rising, thighs trembling every time his cock slid back inside, hitting the perfect spot again and again.

"Yeah?" he hummed, sounding so breathless and fucked out, despite you having just barely begun. "You feel good, so fucking good," he praised between labored pants and low moans.

"You're so fucking good to me," Hawks babbled on, head falling back into the sheets, where he closed his eyes. You watched his adam's apple bob, noticed how tight his jaw was clenched.

A growl vibrated through his chest, followed by a breathless sympathy of curses, "oh fuck - oh fuck. Come on, fuck my cock - yeah - ahhh. Ya' hear that? Those sounds. God, you're so f-fucking perfect."

Your union was loud, skin slapping together and wet, fleshy sounds echoing between the two of you.

His dominant hand released your hip and slid around, thumb prodding between your folds and seeking out your pearl. You were already so sensitive, feeling him so deep, teetering on the edge. When his calloused skin touched that spot, you let out a cry.

"Come on this cock," Hawks groaned. "Sooo close - f-fuck. Come on. Come for me. Fucking come. Gonna fill you up. You want that? My seed. Yeah you fucking d-hnn-"

His babbling ceased when your orgasm took you, the sudden spasms and fluttering of your walls making all sensible thoughts drain from his mind.

His hand returned to your hip, fingers gripping your waist, and he started roughly dragging you up and down to meet his thrusts. You went limp, letting him bounce you on his cock to your liking. Your hands slipped off his chest and you fell onto him, forehead knocking gently against his cheek.

You could hear him huffing and grunting, the occasional growl seeping through, right into your ear as he fucked you through your orgasm, and continued on, chasing his end.

His cock throbbed, firmly enough that you felt it and the sensation startled you a little; but, that thought was lost when he let out an uncharacteristically loud shout, crying out in ecstasy.

Hawks had always been loud; but, this was something else entirely, and the moans and growls didn't stop, along with his undulating hips, for what felt like an eternity.

To top it all off, you could feel it, spurts of his seed, burning hot as it filled you. In the corner of your eye, you could make out his feathers, each and every one trembling beneath him.

Then, finally, he went still.

Hawks' panting filled the room, almost loud enough to drown out the crackling of the fireplace. Even after his panting died down, he let out quiet groans, his orgasm having not yet waned in full.

Eventually, he turned his head and pressed a wet kiss against your cheek. You turned your head to meet him, at first catching the corner of his mouth before he angled his head to kiss you properly.

You could practically feel the praises behind each kiss, thank you's and love pouring from his mouth to yours in a nonverbal gesture. His hands ran up and down your back, massaging your skin but also ensuring that you didn't move and he remained deep inside you.

When he finally released your lips, you busied your hands with his wild mane, gently pushing strands away from his face. He seemed to like the preening, letting his eyes flutter shut and head fall back.

You didn't have to ask if he was feeling better. His all-body, harsh red blush had mellowed out and he wasn't panting like a parched dog.

You hadn't realized you were still trembling until he uttered, "it's okay," in a soothing, worried voice.

His hands shifted to your thighs, where he carefully pushed them back and rolled you onto your side, keeping his cock nuzzled deep. His arms wound around your back, bringing you into an embrace while his wings stretched out behind him before sagging comfortably to the bed.

You realized, as he brought you in, that you were still shaking a little. The worry was evident in his eyes, like he had done something wrong.

"D-do you want me to pull out?" he offered in a weak voice.

"It's not that," you replied softly. "That was... intense."

When your eyes locked with his gold orbs, and he took in the sight of your expression, it seemed to steadily become clear to him, what you were feeling. His lips sought our your skin, senselessly kissing whatever he could reach, all over your cheeks, down your chin and along the expansion of your throat.

Hawks’ head fell onto the pillow and his wispy blonde hair tangled with yours. The unease began to fade away as he held you close, bringing the blanket back over your forms when his intense heat finally started to wane. So did the spell, and something concerning struck him.

"Please, tell me if it gets too intense," Hawks uttered, breath fluttering out against your temple. “I’ll-...”

He cut himself because he wasn’t quite what he would do, what he could do. Could he stop? In this moment of clear thoughts, he sure hoped so. But, part of him feared that wasn’t true, and the last thing he wanted was to lie to you about what he was capable of.

You had figured that he had yet to hit the apex of his rut. Yet, his warnings hadn't frightened you in the slightest, especially after what had just occurred. If anything, you were enticed by it. Maybe, in some strange way, it was affecting you to.

"I can handle you," you promised.

You felt more so than heard the uneasy breath that stuttered out his nostrils. Your words stirred something deep in his gut, overcoming the fear, burning arousal and adoration.

[monstas1ut2]

2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

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"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

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[whaleofatjme1920]

Coughing in the Bathroom (Eyeless Jack X F!Reader)

🌸 Coughing in the Bathroom

[Eyeless Jack X F!Reader]

[Warnings: Slight blood, slight language, slight alcohol, emotional cheating]

Part 2

        In the world you live in, there’s a terrible thing called ‘Hanahaki Disease,’ and while it is ultimately rare, it is still feared widely throughout the globe. Love is an emotional virtually everyone feels, and it is through that monetary softness that the disease may take root. It affects those whose love is unrequited. 

        Five years ago, you never thought you would be under its spell. 

        The first time you met Eyeless Jack was a mess of combined hot headedness and a ‘my horse is bigger than yours’ type of deal. He was so brash and such a know it all! How could you NOT butt heads with him? The two of you spawned a little rivalry, and that rivalry grew to love. 

        How could you not fall in love with him? He’d been everything you’d ever wanted, and in your line of work, that’s hard to find. You’re what’s known as an ‘independent,’ someone who does not work directly under the Slender Man, but often crosses paths with him due to common goals and your abilities. While there is nothing inherently supernatural or otherworldly about you, you do have the gift of clairvoyance. Your clairvoyance isn’t super special, as you’re only prone to glimpses of the future based on current actions and what might (you are the world’s greatest predictor). 

        Jack IS supernatural. He’s not human, calls himself ‘a demon of some sorts.

         The Slender Man saw potential in the two of you from your rivalry and decided to put the two of you together. It was that proximity that led him to falling helplessly, hopelessly, and ardently in love with you. 

        You never saw that coming. 

        Jack had told you he loved you when the two of you had just finished some of the grossest work you’ve done to date. He didn’t want to go back to the safe house the two of you had been holed up in with various other independents and instead urged you to hang out on the roof with him. 

        “Why are you rummaging through their fridge?” You asked, hands resting on your hips with a smile on your lips. 

        “Beer?” He finally asked as he poked his head out from the door. 

        You suppressed a chuckle and threw caution for the night to the wind. “Yeah, sounds good.” 

        With that, Jack tossed you a bottle, before snatching one for himself. Normally, he doesn’t drink, but he felt as if he needed the liquid courage to face you. He felt like he was being obvious with his intentions, but you’d managed to miss every gesture and hint he threw up to this point. If you’re anything like he is, you’re dense. 

        The two of you walked upwards and opened the door to the roof and were greeted by the lights of the city. The two of you don’t spend much time in people cluttered areas, but when you do, you always spend a moment together. He took a seat next to you on one of the lawn chairs hanging around and cracked the drink open, practically gulping it down. 

        “Are you thirsty?” You chuckled before opening your own. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you down one like that before,” you noted before taking a much smaller sip yourself. 

        Jack shifted uncomfortably for a moment as he took the bottle from his lips. It’s not that he was uncomfortable with you, but he was uncomfortable with the possibility that if you didn’t feel the same way, he could be subjected to the disease that’s claimed the lives of some damn good proxies and independents who fell in love with humans they never had a chance with. He hates getting sick, but he doesn’t think he can handle a broken heart and lungs full of flowers. 

        “No I-,” he took a deep breath. “Reader, I think you’re great.”

        You laughed slightly. “I think you’re great too.”

        Jack shook his head and took another swig before he attempted to speak again. “Not like that, it’s… I’m bad with words,” he sighed, feeling overwhelmed. The man isn’t used to speaking about his feelings. 

        You raised a brow. You know Jack, your Jack, to be someone concise, clear and to the point. He’s not one to fumble over his words. He’s not one to get bashful. You know where this is going, you can see it in your mind’s eye, but you won’t say it because a part of you enjoyed his aversion. “Right now you totally suck at speaking,” you lightly joked, which made him crack the tiniest smile. 

        That’s when he shot you a look. “You already know what I’m trying to say, don’t you?” He deadpanned, eyes narrowed at you slightly in accusation. 

        You let out a laugh and nodded, hand up in submission, “I did,” you giggled. 

        “I swear,” Jack breathed out as he tossed his bottle to the stone floor before he snatched yours and repeated the action. Before you could be surprised, he took you in his arms, his lips pressed to yours in a kiss full of everything he just couldn’t say. 

        Your arms wrapped around him, pleased that he had gotten to the point. 

        Jack has always made your heart flutter. He’s charming, but in his own way. Even though you have future vision to some varying degree, he has never failed to surprise you. For your first anniversary, he had brought you to the most beautiful flower field you’d ever seen. 

        “Have you always known that this was here?” You asked, eyes shining over the field full of lavender, sunflowers, poppies and other wildflowers. The scent rivaled that of the Slender Man’s garden. 

        “I spent the past year cultivating it,” he said as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, his head resting on top of yours. “Thought you’d appreciate it.” 

        “And I’m guessing you built the gazebo too?”

        “Had some help from the proxies. Hoodie is surprisingly good at craftsmanship,” he said with a small chuckle. Jack pressed kisses to the crown of your head. 

        You allow him to sway you as you listen to the birds sing from the surrounding trees. “Is this what you were up to?” You asked. 

        Jack breathed out and shrugged. “A magician never reveals his secrets,” he teased.

        You turned around in his grasp and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hands loosely connected ‘round the back of his neck. “You suck,” you teased, sticking your tongue out before you pressed a kiss to his nose. 

        Jack laughed, his smile rivaling the warmth of the sun. “Thought that was your job,” he mused, making you gasp and smack his chest. He laughed again before you dropped the feigned annoyed attitude and joined him. 

        The rest of your anniversary was held under that gazebo, talking well into the night. 

        When the nights were hard and you were bruised from jobs that were rough, he was always there to pick you back up. You’d come back to the Slender Man’s mansion in need of minor medical attention and had only come to his home because it was close to where you’d gotten banged up. 

        “You can just wait in the waiting room,” a female proxy said as her green eyes scanned you over with little concern. She gestured for you to head down the hall to your left. “You won’t miss it.” It seemed your injuries paled in comparison to the gunshots, knife wounds, musical instruments to the skull and other more hefty injuries. 

        You thanked her with a small smile and then walked down the hall. You’d never really spent extended time in the Slender Man’s mansion; you had no reason to. You didn’t serve directly under him. Still, it was nice to be in something regal looking rather than a dirty field house wondering if the first aid kid was even usable or not. 

        You took a seat once you finally reached the waiting room, displeased to see that there were so many other people - mostly proxies - waiting for service. Some of them looked on the verge of passing out due to blood loss. How had no one attended to them yet? You waited and waited, watching as the more in danger patients were taken in before you finally nodded off. Your dreams were for the most part, empty, but your vision showed you that Jack was here, working. That thought alone was enough to wake you back up. 

        When your eyes reopened, you were overcome with emotions to see Jack in the doorway waiting for you to get up and follow him to the back. You scrambled up from your seat, mindful of not outwardly showing you were in a relationship (the Slender Man detested such bonds) and tried your best to remain cool and level headed. 

        Jack, who wore his mask, showed no signs he had any business with you until he brought you into a secluded room where he could attend to your injuries. The moment the door closed, he took off his mask and looked you over, worry lined on his face. “What’s wrong? Is it serious? O should have seen you sooner. Are you hurt-”

        “Woah, woah,” you tiredly chuckled as you took his rapidly moving hands into yours. “It’s just minor bruises and cuts. Just wanna get them disinfected. I might’ve also sprained my wrist,” you sheepishly admitted. 

        Jack’s face fell again. “Jeeze, I should have seen you earlier,” he muttered to himself, moving around the room to get the supplies he needed. He slapped on his medical gloves again, and then got to work, leaving no part of you untouched. When it stung, he hushed you with words of love. “How did this happen?” He asked quietly. 

        “Alcoholic guy had way more power than I originally expected,” you winced. “I saw the possibility of him throwing me, but not him almost tearing off my wrist by slamming it in a door.” 

        “He what?” Jack growled. 

        “He’s dead now, don’t worry,” you said before you flashed Jack a reassuring look. 

        Jack seemed barely placated by your words and continued working. 

        When he finished working, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and gave you a look that told you he didn’t want you to leave. 

        “I have to,” you said as you allowed him to snake his arms around you. “I’ll be seeing you soon though, right?” 

        “I’m gonna be stuck in this area for a while,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “And you? You’re leaving Alabama right?” 

        You hesitantly nodded and sighed into him before you took in his scent that instantly calmed you. “Yeah, unfortunately. I have some work calling me out east,” you continued as he tensed in your arms. “Besides, I’m getting the vibe that if I stay much longer, the Slender Man is gonna be pissed at us.” 

        If Jack had eyes, he’d roll them. “I don’t care what he wants or likes,” he replied. That’s not entirely true, but love does weird things to people. “Stay a moment longer.” 

        You did. 

        There were times in your five year relationship that the two of you were split up for extended periods of time mostly on the whims and requests of the Slender Man. Those times you were apart were hard. And unfortunately, the two of you couldn’t actually text or call. Phones, electronics in general, were considered liabilities for people like you due to tracking and everything else. It just wasn’t safe, and BEN can only do so much. 

        Instead, the two of you would write letters to each other and enlist the help of Jeffery’s dog, Smile. Of course, the dog doesn’t always enjoy playing mail-dog, but he does enjoy the treats and favors he gets from the two of you. 

        The fifth year of your relationship with him had been a particularly long, hard separation due to distance. The two of you traded letters weekly via Smile. Everything from little anecdotes to how much you missed each other was shared between them until you got a letter that was calm before the storm. 

        ‘Dear Reader, how have you been? I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write back to you, but Slender has put me on a really weird task. It’s time consuming as all hell and I kinda hate it. I’ve been placed with the proxies for a little while, and they all say ‘hi’ and hope you’re well as much as I do. … I love you, J.’ Of course, interspersed in the letter was a whole treasure trove of everything Jack had been up to. 

        ‘Dear Jack, I’m glad to hear you’re doing alright. I’ve been lighting up the Midwest's farm fields - I don’t know why (I do have my inklings), but the proxies I’m currently with get it. They’re a nice bunch, but the one with a pig mask is kinda mean? Maybe you’ll have to fight him or something. There’s also talk of us converting some people to the proxy side, which is weird because it’s not my territory, but I’ll do what’s asked of me. What’s the task you’re currently up to? I love you, R.’ 

        It had been a few weeks since you got the next letter, and that letter was the beginning of your end. You just didn’t know it yet, and you purposely blinded your future vision to it. 

        ‘Dear Reader, I’m so sorry it took so long to get this letter back to you! I hope I didn’t worry you, but things have once again been really, really busy. In truth, I’m not supposed to tell you about this, but as long as he doesn’t find out… I can trust you with this, but you need to promise you won’t tell anyone else? I suppose it doesn’t matter because the whole of our society is going to be talking about it regardless. We’ve never seen something like this before. Zalgo (may his name burn for all eternity) had a kid, right? They call her Leia and she’s been causing a storm of issues for the tall man. We got a hold of her and she’s been under our watch since. She’s powerful, I’ll give her that. In a way, it’s admirable, but she’s also Slender’s biggest threat. The weirdest thing? She willingly gave herself up to us because she’s got daddy issues. Can you believe that? Zalgo’s favorite kid has daddy issues. She’s naturally murderous towards proxies so Masky, Toby, Hoodie and Kate have to be extra mindful of her. For the most part, she’s with me. We talk a lot, but I have no idea if I can trust her. She’s a great conversationalist though - nothing like her father. She doesn’t look anything like him either (you have seen his human form, right?) In fact, nothing about her screams spawn of Zalgo. She looks… normal, if that’s the right word. Other than that, her attitude reminds me of you. Funny, right? She asks about you every now and then, which is odd because I try not to mention you unless it’s with Hoodie. Hoodie says hi, by extension. She seems to not like you despite having never met you, which is also incredibly strange as she’s been nothing but kind to me and the proxies (despite her trying to kill them when her instincts take over). I digress, and I miss you. I love you, J.’ 

        You’d read that letter over so many times poking and prodding it. The energy didn’t feel right, and your mind had shown you glimpses of what was to come. But of course, still in love with him, you acted like nothing was wrong and the future you had seen wasn’t absolute. 

        The first time you met Leia was largely an accident. A short while after you’d gotten that letter from Jack, you ‘swung by’ the area he was in and decided on a surprise visit. You knew Masky well enough, and the proxy had never been angry with you for visiting prior to. What difference would this one have been?

        You knocked on the door in a way that only Masky would recognize to be greeted by the unmasked proxy. 

        “You’re here for him, aren’t you?” He asked, a tired smile coming onto his lips. 

        You nodded excitedly. “Where is he?” 

        “Back room, with uh-”

        “She already knows,” both Hoodie and Kate said in unison as they barely spared a glance over their shoulders from the terrible movie playing on Lifetime. 

        Masky shot a slight glare towards his teammates but relented and moved aside in the doorway. “Have fun,” he said as you stepped inside. “Don’t do anything stupid and if you do, do so quietly?” 

        You slapped Masky’s shoulder and walked down the hall. You took a brief moment to wave to Toby who was reading something in one of the rooms before you reached the end where you heard laughter. To be polite, you knocked on the door, and to your surprise, it was not Jack who answered the door. 

        There she stood with long silver hair and the most alluring blue eyes you’d ever seen, her skin as warm as the cinnamon that floated on top of hot chocolate in the winter. She gave you a sickly saccharine smile before she turned her head over her shoulder to address Jack, “Reader is here,” she giggled. 

        You bit back a grimace but smiled when Jack got up and gently moved Leia aside in the doorframe to greet you. 

        “It’s so good to see you,” he said as he took you into his arms before he crushed you in his grip. “How have you been?” He whispered in your ear before he peppered your face with kisses. 

        You wished you could have enjoyed the moment as you laughed in his arms, but your eyes fluttered open for just a moment to see Leia’s unamused expression. “I’m okay,” you replied in a tone lacking the enthusiasm Jack expected to hear. 

        “Are you sure?” He asked as he checked you over to ensure you physical self was safe. His hands cupped your cheeks as you were forced to look up at him. 

        “Of course,” you replied in an attempt to play it cool. 

        “If you say so,” he trailed off before taking your hand in his and leading you to sit next to him on the bed. 

        From there, the world’s most awkward conversation took place between Jack and Leia with you attempting to cut in every once and a while. You saw it in little glimpses. 

        Her eyes never left his sockets, and he allowed it. 

        When her hand touched his knee, he made no motion to move it. 

        When she laughed, he smiled in a way that only you had been used to seeing. 

        He talked with her with so many inside jokes, you felt as if you were just peeking in on someone else’s conversation, not one you were invited to.

        Gradually, through the hour, he’d moved closer to her than he had you. While his arm remained loosely wrapped around your waist, he’d leaned forward to hear her better. He watched her interaction first after he shared a story. His focus was on her. You’d left his field of vision. 

        A few weeks into your fifth year was all it took. 

        Things did not get any easier from there. Eventually, you were moved to helping the group in regards to Leia. According to Slender, it was to ‘protect her’ from her father and her now murderous siblings. That’s when the rift grew wider, and the roots took hold. 

        See, after that first in person interaction with Leia, you’d felt a scratchiness in your lungs. At first, you chalked it up to being under the weather, but after being moved to Masky’s group, you knew nothing would ever be the same. Your worst fear had come true, and all it took was a pair of blue eyes. 

        Physically, Jack was still yours. He’d hold you, kiss you and touch you like you were still his. He never physically left your side, nor did his flesh betray your relationship. No, it was something much deeper than that that brought about the sprouts that took hold in your lungs. 

        Emotionally, he’d left you the moment he laid sockets on her. Why did he give in so easily? Who knows - boredom? A premature seven year itch? You’re not sure. But you saw it - you saw his heart leave the space it once shared with you and take up residence with hers, and it was painful. So, so painful. 

        He looked at her like she owned the moon and commanded the tides. 

        He smiled at her in a way he used to smile with you. 

        He spoke to her in a tone so gentle, you assumed he’d only used it for you. 

        He spoke with you less frequently, and when he did, it was much shorter and to the point. Whenever you prodded him, he had chalked it up to being stressed and that of course, he still loved you. 

        “You’re just being paranoid.” 

        He told her things you’d never even scratched the surface of. 

        She viewed him as hers. 

        And he allowed it without leaving the safety net that was you. 

        Of course, this did not go unnoticed by the proxies. None of them wanted to get directly involved though. 

        Hoodie was amongst the most disturbed as he was usually the first to call out Jack’s bullshit and the first proxy to inquire about you and your wellbeing. Despite not spending any time with you, Hoodie viewed you as a good friend. 

        "You realize what you're doing isn't cool, right?" Hoodie said as he walked back to the temp house with Jack. 

        "I'm not doing anything," Jack replied. "This about Leia?"

        "No, it's about Pennywise we met last year - of course it's about Leia," Hoodie hissed as he rolled his eyes. "You're digging a hole you won't be able to get back out of. You know that, right?"

        Jack lightly shoved Hoodie's shoulder in response. He was uncomfortable with what Hoodie had insinuated, mostly because Hoodie's BS meter is never far off the mark and normally strikes true. But when he entered that house and saw Leia sitting at the table, he couldn't help but take his place at her side. 

        Perhaps Kate just believes in girl code, but as a fellow being under the Slender Man’s control, she’s got her eye out for you. She believed wholeheartedly that what Jack was doing was scummy, but of course, her focus is on you. It came in mugs of hot chocolate and late night living room talks. She cares, just quietly. 

        "Don't overwork yourself, okay?" She said softly as she draped a blanket around your shoulders. 

        You'd been nodding off much more in the living room than in the room you shared with Jack. "What?" You said sleepily. 

        Kate chuckled softly and let you rest your head on her lap. "Turn your brain off for a while with me and let's watch this gods awful movie." Anything to get your mind off of what's going on and if this movie does it for you, that's good enough for the moment. 

        "Yes, ma'am," you tiredly rib, a smile on your lips. 

        Toby is inexperienced when it comes to these things. He was the first person to find you hacking up forget-me-nots. That was a scary experience as he’s never seen the Hanahaki before. He’s too young and too inexperienced, where would he have seen it? 

        He can distinctly remember walking with you, patrolling the area for threats when you suddenly stopped. It’d been a few months of you in his group's care, and he’d seen you retreat into yourself the longer Jack spent time with Leia. He knew it, just didn’t know how to go about it. 

        “What’s w-w-wrong?” He asked. 

        You waved for him to go on. “I’m fine-” you tried to wheeze out before you began violently coughing. 

        Toby initially thought you were going through what Masky did. He’s handled that before and naively thought he could help you until he rushed to your side to see the small forming pile of blue flowers covered sparsely in drops of blood. “Oh n-n-no,” he whispered as he knelt at your side. He held you like you were glass. “R-Reader-”

        “I said I’m fine!” You tried to reason before coughing once more, this time more blood than cursed flower. 

        “Does t-t-this look f-f-fine to you?” He asked in stress and worry. “We n-need to t-t-tell M-Masky or J-Ja-”

        “No,” you coldly cut off as you wiped your mouth of the blood that dribbled down your chin. 

        Toby wanted to fight that notion badly, but instead focused on getting you back safe. “I-I’ll tell M-Masky we s-saw some n-n-not deer on t-the p-property,” he murmured as he carefully picked you back up. 

        You allowed him. 

        Masky knew the moment you walked back into the temp house with Toby holding you as inconspicuous as he could. It’s unfortunate, he thinks, because he knows what that’s like - to love someone and physically suffer because of it. 

        One day, he’d sent everyone out of the house except for you and urged you to sit down and have some apple cider with him to ‘celebrate’ his favorite season, fall. 

        “Let’s not beat around the bush,” he began. “You’ve got it.”

        You shifted uncomfortably and averted your gaze from his and chose to look into your apple cider than his eyes. “What?”

        “Reader,” Masky sighed as he sat up in his seat. “Please…”

        “It’s not that serious,” you attempted to retort. “It’s not… It’s not that bad.”

        “You’re delusional,” Masky said. “I saw the flowers in the trash bin.”

        You rolled your eyes but crossed your arms over your chest anyways in an attempt to soothe yourself. 

        “You know what happens, right?” He continued, leaning forward. “It either takes you or you get the surgery done.” 

        A pregnant pause passes before you reluctantly speak. 

        “Is… Is it really that bad?” 

        Masky nodded, “From experience? Yeah,” he mumbled. 

        You gave him a look of both sympathy and intrigue. 

        “The Operator forced me to get the surgery,” he admitted. 

        You look into his eyes and see for the first time that he’s empty. His dark brown eyes, that are full of amiability, protective nature, it’s all a front. He doesn’t actually feel that way - it is what is expected of him, but he is hollow. 

        “What happened?” You asked shyly, unsure if that’s too sensitive or not. 

        “I don’t quite remember as that’s an outcome of having the surgery,” Masky hummed. “But I remember that I loved him- I don’t feel it, obviously - but I remember that I loved him more than anything, would’ve moved mountains for him, and then he died,” he sounded vaguely perturbed by the words, but they did not reach his heart. “I think his name was Jay.” 

        You felt something pierce your heart, but it was interrupted by the flowers in your lungs blooming through your mouth. 

        Masky held you as you coughed petals and blood in the bathtub. 

        You promised Masky you were going to speak things over with Jack. You promised you were going to solve this. But when he spoke to you with his empty words coated in honey, the pain became too much to bear. It hurt. Seeing him hurt. Hearing him hurt.

        “Jack?” You ask quietly, slowly sitting up in the bed you shared with him, much too used to his arms not being slinked around your form by this point. 

        He roused slightly in the bed before he opened his eyes. “Yeah? What’s up?” He asks, a slight bite in his voice from being woken up. 

        “Can we talk about something?” 

        “Can’t it wait?” He sighs in a slightly exasperated tone. 

        You shake your head, and through the darkness, Jack’s form sloughs in defeat. 

        “What is it?” He asks. 

        “Are we okay?”

        “Of course we’re okay.”

        “Are you sure?”

        “Yes.”

        “Do you love me?” 

        “I love you more than anything,” he replies, hand gripping yours. 

        He feels like ice. 

        “And what about Leia?”

        “She’s a really good friend of mine.”

        He suddenly feels warm. 

        “I’m sorry for waking you.” 

        “It’s nothing, now go to sleep, baby. We can talk about this in the morning,” he says with a small yawn before falling back into the comfort of slumber. 

        Your other hand at this point, has wrapped over your mouth to stifle the sounds of silence and the threat of flowers crawling up from your esophagus. You suffer in silence for a few minutes until you’re certain he’s asleep, then quietly excuse yourself to the bathroom. 

        You begin to cough as softly as you can, not wanting to be a burden to anyone in the house as forget-me-nots begin to fill up the sink. Blood splatters on the porcelain as well as the mirror. Your eyes are full of tears. You feel cold, much too cold. 

        As you continue to empty your lungs in vain, the light flicks on. You’re in too much pain and absorbed in velvety petals to realize it at first. 

        “I thought I told you to handle this,” Masky’s exhausted voice chides gently, his eyes dipping to the mess you’ve left in the basin of the sink. 

        You grip the edge of the sink before hacking up the rest of what the garden in your lungs has to offer before slinking down to the tile floor, utterly exhausted. “Turn the light off,” you whisper. Your back rests against the tub. 

        Masky does as you ask, allowing the moonlight to overtake as the main source of light in the small bathroom. His shoulders sag slightly as he joins you on this floor, his arm around your shoulders. “Get some sleep,” he says softly, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. 

        You smile softly as the flowers continue to clog up your lungs. It looks like another fit is coming. 

        “Just let it pass,” he murmurs softly into your ear, his head resting loosely on top of yours as you attempt to suppress the flowers from reemerging. “It’ll be over soon.” 

        You move your eyes to look at his profile before you take in the scent of cigarettes. You continue to feel your lungs grow heavy with blossoms when you hear Leia’s door open. Her steps pad quietly along the wooden floor as she crosses the hall to the room you used to share with Jack. “You promise?” You manage to choke out before stifling your coughs as quietly as you can. Your eyelids are growing heavier. You can hear your heartbeat through your chest to the hallways of your ears. Leia has slipped into bed with Jack. You hear him shift. He’s holding her now. 

        “I promise,” he says gently, holding you just a little tighter. 

        You close your eyes and listen to Masky hum, hoping sleep washes over you soon.