#but it would be more annoying to have to upload everything later. i like everything being accessible on my devices from the start

[trh0d3s]

Manager in the making!

Saja boys x human manager reader

chap 5! (Beta read and edited by Moonie)

I want a fucking nap right now. I’m back at my apartment after escaping crazy fans for the last three blocks—never thought I could be so athletic...

I managed to lose them by diving behind a food stand selling fried treats. Ended up walking away paying for something because I scared the owner. Might be the only thing I eat until later, but it was good, so no regrets!

I stretch, popping something in my shoulder, and close the door with a kick, taking in the blessed air conditioning. My phone’s been blowing up—the feed is all about the Saja boys. The dancing, the music, even the clothes—they’re taking over the media by storm. Everything I see is just... them.

I giggle, looking at the charts. The song’s gaining traction—meaning more money for me! Plus, I’m rising the ranks in social networking as a manager. Now I just have to wait for my agency to call me, begging me to come back.

Nope. These boys are all mine now—can’t escape me no matter how far they run. Doesn’t matter if they do things without running it by me first, I’ll find out whether they like it or not.

I called up a cleanup crew while escaping, so they should be returning the camera soon. I trudge into the kitchen, grabbing my computer sitting on the counter. I have to clip together, edit the feed, and upload it to their accounts before the variety show. People will flock to a professional take on the entire performance—more traction for the accounts.

I’m clicking away at my computer, different tabs open for different accounts, also checking in on the crew. It was a last-minute call, but a good one at that. Can’t go back in case those girls start chasing me again.

A peppy knock comes from my door, followed by the click of a key turning. I didn’t give anyone a key. I shoot up from my seat, grabbing a knife from the holder beside me, ready to throw it at the intruder. Better to throw first than ask later in these types of situations.

“Honey, I’m homeee!”

Thunk.

The knife embeds itself in the wall right next to Romance’s head, his heart-shaped bangs moving with the force.

I stand there at the dining room table, hand outstretched from my chair, face frozen in shock. I lower my arm, the shock fading from my face.

“When did you get a key, you lunatic?!”

“Me, the lunatic?! You threw a knife at me!”

Romance yells, pointing at the knife stuck in the wall, inches from giving him a new haircut.

“I thought you were the crazy fans chasing me?!”

“Why would you throw a knife at a fan?!”

Yelling back and forth with him, I dig in my pockets for my keys, checking the ring to see if the extra was gone. Those fucking losers. Stealing my keys—to what?!

Baby pushes Romance out of the way, laughing at the chaos, eyes fixed on the knife on the wall. This is amazing. He’s laughing so hard he has to go back outside and drag Abby in to see.

“They threw a knife at Romance!”

Abby’s mad as he’s dragged up from the hall, but the anger fades when he sees the scene. He points at Romance, who’s yelling at me, then to me yelling back. He looks at Baby, who just nods, giggling his ass off.

“This is the funniest shit I’ve ever seen!”

If he’d run to my door first, that would’ve been him! He wipes away a stray tear from laughing so hard. The knife wouldn’t have killed him, but it would be hard to explain. His laughter fades as he shakes his head with a happy sigh. He’s starting to like me.

Jinu walks up the steps, laughter echoing down the hall. Mystery is ahead of him, speed-walking, wanting to run but holding back in front of Jinu. As he gets closer, he sees his bandmates sprawled on the floor—well, two of the three annoying ones—because Romance is still yelling at me.

Jinu leans into the doorframe, curious, before catching sight of metal glinting near the door. Oh—OH.

He looks away, snorting into his fist. He shouldn’t be laughing. He wants to stop, but he can’t. This shit is too funny.

Turning away, he fans his face before stepping into the apartment and yanking the knife out of the wall. It was embedded in there. He peers through the small slit I made in the door frame, showing how cheap this apartment building is—not even his home broke down this easily. He chuckles, comparing the two before freezing. Did he just compare this to so long ago…

He turns around with an unreadable expression before forcing a smile and setting the discarded knife on the counter. He was originally here to mess with me, finding it fun too. His thoughts are cut off by my laugh, tired of arguing with Romance.

“Okay, your face, though,” I chuckle, walking past Jinu to grab the knife and put it back in the holder. I don’t pay any attention to his inner turmoil—I wanted to be mad at him earlier. But right now, I don’t want to ruin the moment. Maybe that’s why I never got so far. Is it better to take it than do anything?

I hum to myself, but the buzzing of my phone keeps going off. My face brightens, and I run to the table, grabbing my phone to show them.

“You guys blew up so fast! I’m actually shocked.”

The boys laughing outside filter in, standing next to a ticked-off Romance. Abby slaps his back a little too hard. I shove my phone in their faces, showing the feed. It looks like my smile is contagious. They lean in to see as well, but for a whole other reason than me.

Pulling it back, I run back to my computer, pulling up the web pages.

“I already had your accounts made—just need some photos to start and direct the flow to them.”

Mystery leans in behind you, confused at what he’s looking at, tilting his head. You look up—you could almost see under his bangs at this angle if you could just…

Your fingers twitch. Just a little. Maybe you’re curious—just want a better look, that’s all. Your arm lifts slowly, almost without thinking.

Mystery pokes at your computer, head still tilted. One more inch and you’d see—

A loud, dry cough cuts through the air.

You flinch. Jinu’s standing just behind you both, coughing into his hand like he’s hacking up a lung. It sounds forced. Way too forced.

You drop your hand and shift in your seat like nothing happened. Definitely not about to peek behind Mystery’s hair. Nope. Not at all.

Jinu says nothing. Just watches for a second too long before looking away, face unreadable.

“You said you needed something for this… account.” He says it like it’s the first time in this context, voice wavering with uncertainty.

I drop my hand and get up with a smile, phone already in camera mode.

“Yes, I do, thank you!” I giggle to myself, running around the boys, taking various photos. Moving them into poses as I wish, going for group photos first. I can get to the individual later with different clothing. I move Abby’s arms, touch Mystery’s waist to turn him in one direction, fix Baby’s hair, move Romance’s feet, and adjust Jinu’s clothes. I don’t pay attention to how close I get to some, trying to put my vision into reality. But they do.

Satisfied, I step back, looking at my phone, scrolling through them, leaving them to their thoughts.

“Are you staying?” I hum mid-swipe, expecting a yes with how they are, and I think I hear the beginning of it from Abby.

“No. We need to prepare for tonight.”

Jinu cuts in, his thoughts elsewhere, but his tone is firm. Well, it’s reasonable—he wants to prepare. But have they eaten yet?

“I could order some food, and you all could prepare here?”

I go online, swiping through menus, about to turn my phone around to show the closest option to Baby.

“Any preferences—”

“Thank you, Manager, but we have to go prepare.”

There’s that feeling again. The feeling of being inferior.

I set down my phone, staring up at him, eyebrow quirked—wondering what’s up his ass.

“As your manager, I have to know what you’re doing exactly.” He’s probably hungry—that must be why he’s grumpy.

He steps forward, leaning down only slightly. Was the room always this silent? I can feel myself tense, remembering how cornered I am.

“No. I pay you, don’t I? It’s none of your concern.”

I look up at him, lips pressing into a thin line. He’s right—but details can be crucial. Doesn’t he know that? I open my mouth, trying to say something, but I’m left a gaping fish. I know I can’t control him—only do my best and work around.

He steps back, satisfied with my silence, turning to open the front door. Beckoning the others to follow him, leaving no room to argue. Not even Abby has something to say. As they file out the door, he says something to them—I can’t help but catch.

“Don’t forget why you’re here.”

Baby has to pull Mystery along, dragging his feet, trying to stay a little longer. He looks back at my rigid form, standing there watching him go. He can’t forget why he was here. Turning away, letting Baby push him outside with those words running like a mantra in his mind.

Jinu has his hand on the knob, ready to close the door.

“See you, Manager.”

He closes the door without another word.

I stare at the door for a moment, flexing my fingers in and out. Holding them into fists until indents of crescents kiss my palms. I should be mad. I should be furious. How dare he talk to me like that!

I grab the nearest thing to me and throw it at the door, letting out an angry cry. The banana falls to the floor with a soft thud, only bruising the outside—but it’s enough for now.

I press my hands against my face, hoping the pressure will ease the growing headache.

“This is what you worked for.”

I leave the banana on the welcome mat, sitting back down at my dining room table. Head still in my hands before I pull my fingers away to set them on my keyboard.

I’m just the manager.

The photos were edited and uploaded to their social media platforms, which, of course, I manage. God forbid one of them posts something stupid.

I dive into work after getting the camera back from the hired hand, plugging the footage into my computer, and scrubbing through every second to snip and clip it together. I try to catch the spot where I saw the body glitter, but no matter how much I tweak the footage, nothing shows up. Maybe the camera couldn’t pick it up. Maybe the lighting was off. Or maybe I imagined it—but if that glitter caught, it could’ve been gold for their aesthetic.

I lean back in my chair as a new thought hits me. I still don’t have the boys’ numbers—just that one damn email. Never once have I seen a phone come out of their pockets. Ever. It could be polite behavior, not using their phones around me… but I wouldn’t give them that much credit. Well, most of them.

I snap my laptop shut. I’ve got to get to the site a few hours early, but first? A shower. I desperately need one. After all that running, I’m basically marinating in my own dried sweat. Gross.

My hand hovers over my phone, debating whether to email Jinu and let him know I’ll be arriving early. I really need to get his damn number, but at this rate, I’m doomed to be stuck with email forever.

I shuffle past the walkway, kicking off my shoes without a care. Phone on silent for fifteen minutes—that’s all I need. Fifteen minutes for a dramatic inner monologue in the shower. And to actually wash myself. Can’t forget that.

I nudge the bathroom door open and toss my accessories and phone onto the counter. I consider putting on music, but I know I’d waste five whole minutes picking a song. No time for that. This has to be quick. Under an hour. No sulking.

I turn the faucet and stare at the water as it hits the tile, waiting for it to warm. It swirls down the drain, and my brain immediately checks out, drifting into a fog until the steam snaps me back. I strip down and get in. Maybe this is what sleep deprivation feels like—finally catching up to me in the most annoying way possible.

I scrub every bit of sweat and grime off while humming some random tune. My hair sticks to my face as I close my eyes, letting the water pelt me. It’s… kind of therapeutic. Right up until I remember I have to get out and deal with their nonsense again.

I don’t hear my phone vibrating over the rush of water. Unknown number. Voicemail gets it.

I step out and towel-dry my hair, making a quick trip to my room. I throw on something semi-professional—still manager-chic—but this time with sneakers. Just in case I need to run again. Preferably with unblistered feet and dignity intact.

I type the studio’s address into my phone while hopping to the door, trying to shove my feet into my shoes as I move. Timing is everything. I need to show up early, sharp, and composed. No screw-ups.

I step outside, work bag in hand. Deep breath.

Inhale. Pause. Exhale.

I’m going to kick fucking ass.

The metro’s the move—faster than walking, less sweat involved. I power-walk toward the station, triple-checking my route and hyping myself up the entire way.

Card tapped. I step into an empty car and immediately sit as far away from everyone as possible. I pop in one earbud and pull out my laptop, trying to radiate “productive commuter” vibes.

I hear people enter, talking loud enough to cut through my music, but I ignore it—until everything suddenly goes quiet.

I glance left and freeze.

Three of the most famous people in Korea. HUNTRIX. Head to toe in leather. Staring at me like I just slapped their grandma.

Why is HUNTRIX on the same metro as me?

I slowly look away—breaking eye contact first—and return to my computer. Not my circus. Not my monkeys. I turn up my music. They could be doing their own thing. No need to freak out.

…Zoey’s pointing at me.

She looks to her trio. Then back at me.

Mira’s glaring, trying and failing to look normal. Chill. Unbothered.

“Demon…”

“DEMON!”

Zoey’s full-on pointing now—and all three stand like they’re ready to pounce.

I don’t even fully look up before a sword swings down at me. I roll sideways, clutching my laptop.

“WHAT THE FREAK—?!”

The sword embeds itself in the seat where I just was.

I stare, horrified. That was way too close.

“WHAT DID I DO?! I JUST LOOKED AT YOU!”

Rumi is now struggling to yank her sword out of the upholstery. The other two saunter up—also armed. From where?! Who knows!

Is this some weird, magical sacrifice? Is HUNTRIX a cult? Or—God help me—the cult?

I slam my laptop shut and back away, shielding it with my body. My baby will not die today.

“Demon, you will tell us why you’re here.”

There’s a glowing spear inches from my face. I blink. That’s definitely magic. There are cameras in here, right? Or am I actually about to be New Yorker metro’d in real time?

Mira inches the spear closer. I lean away. Zoey flashes glowing daggers. Rumi finally yanks out her sword, also glowing.

“I’m just a lowly manager! I don’t want to be in your cult!”

That actually makes them pause. They look at each other, confused. Mira lowers her spear.

I don’t wait. I roll onto the floor, laptop clutched to my chest. Next stop’s only one away—I thank the heavens I wore my sneakers.

I land hard, using one hand to break the fall, then spring up and sprint toward the doors. The moment jars them out of their confusion—they’re on my heels.

“We are not a cult!” Rumi yells behind me.

“Not very believable right now!”

I run, hurdling over stray luggage and dodging seats. Glittering daggers whiz past, stabbing into the wall beside me. I scream and stumble back, only to get nearly impaled by a spear.

The intercom calmly asks me to exit.

I am not calm.

THIS IS NOT CALM.

The doors creak open—I don’t wait. I squeeze through, tripping over the gap and catching myself before I faceplant. No time to look back.

More daggers clatter to the floor behind me. Zoey’s yelling at me to stop. I glance back—mistake—and see all three of them comically jammed in the door, trying to push through at once.

Looney Tunes-level chaos. I’d laugh if I weren’t sprinting for my life.

I turn the corner, hearing them unstick and hit the ground. I don’t look back. I bolt into the streets. I may be running from a magical girl group cult, but I am not missing my job.

I get to the studio, breath heaving, legs burning. I might’ve dunked my head in a fountain five minutes away to cool off—jury’s still out.

By the time I reach the doors marked “employees only,” my hair’s dry and I look semi-put-together. People bustle past with mics, clipboards, and caffeine-fueled urgency.

I glance down at my phone, pulling up the documents I’ll need. This is big. I cannot fuck this up.

I walk up to the security guy posted at the side entrance. He zeroes in on me—no lanyard in sight—and shifts like he’s about to block my way.

“Ah, excuse me, I’m the manager for the Saja Boys,” I say with a smile. The broad shoulders should intimidate me, but after Abby, this guy’s tame. I hand him my phone, screen already pulled up.

I see my reflection in his sunglasses—exhausted, wild-eyed, but here.

He looks down at the phone, back up at me, then pulls a lanyard out of his back pocket. Hands it over without a word. Nod of approval.

Respect.

I clip on the lanyard and step inside. Cool air hits me instantly.

Here we go again, Manager in the making.

—————————loser ave——————————

I just got a beta reader and editor and their work is amazing <3😭😭😭

I’m going to go back and update the rest of my chapters on tumblr it will take a second cause my phone hates me.

Thank you so much jay!

[danielnelsen]

the whole time i’ve been converting the da2 conversations i’ve been worrying about follower_banter.cnv because it’s the largest file BY FAR and i was able to do it successfully but google sheets really wasn’t a fan of working with a 94,000 row file

[be-xkyy]

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔

Warning: obsession, forced marriage (mentioned), soft yandere?

Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★ @riawrld ★ @darkuni63 ★ @minshookie29 ★

Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

A/N: This is very short but I didn't want to leave you abandoned without publishing anything, in a week I will go on vacation and I will be able to upload more things and be more active. I hope you like it despite everything, take care of yourselves ♡

Masterlist

Yandere King who ascended to the throne after his three older brothers were murdered under mysterious circumstances, leaving him as the sole candidate for the throne (no, he didn't kill them... okay?).

Yandere King who reluctantly (and thanks to much insistence from the council) organizes a party at the palace with all the kingdom's nobles just to find him an ideal wife and queen.

Yandere king who isn't at all interested in the annoying and arrogant daughters of even more annoying and arrogant nobles; he makes a huge effort not to roll his eyes every time one of them opens her mouth (annoying rabble).

Yandere king who gets excited and fascinated when he sees you, the daughter of a wealthy merchant, standing in a corner, your hair beautifully up and adorned with pearls, matching your elegant, silky dress, fitted in just the right places, not at all exaggerated and pompous like the dresses of the other women around him, who look more like clowns.

Yandere King who walks away from the horde of women surrounding him, ignoring their whimpers and attempts to get him to stay, approaches you with a firm step. When he stands in front of you, you make a reference only for him to ask you in a serious voice.

"What's your name?"

Yandere King who nods curtly when you tell him your name before leaving as quickly as he arrived, only to retreat from everyone's sight by leaning against the wall of the empty hallway, one of his hands over his madly beating heart. Yes, you will be his.

Yandere King who is scolded by his advisors the next day for leaving the dance without notice, but he curtly silences them before announcing that he has already found his wife and queen. When he calls your name, the advisors aren't very happy, believing there are young women from more important, influential, and beneficial families for the kingdom. But they fall silent when he slams his hands on the table and says in a disdainful voice:

"You dare compare your future queen to that insignificant rabble? Do you want to die?!"

Yandere King who ends up getting his way and a month later marries you in a luxurious ceremony unlike any other seen in the kingdom (only the best for his queen). During the banquet, you are by his side, adorned in a beautiful wedding dress and sparkling jewels. You are undoubtedly the image of beauty.

Yandere King who, when it comes time to have his wedding ceremony, doesn't let anyone in as a witness; you are for HIS eyes only. HIS queen, HIS wife, HIS everything. He would kill anyone who dared to get close to you, but don't worry, he knows you're nervous. He promises to make you feel great...

[hurts2think]

queen of hearts x fem!reader where shes like a human cheshire cat where she isn’t afraid of the queen in the slightest and the only one who dares to tease her (and it pisses the queen off to no extent)

and the only reason it hasn’t been off with readers head is bc the queen secretly enjoys readers company. mayhaps with the “kissing them to shut them up” trope incorporated. idk sorry if this req is nonsensical 😭😭

🌹The Queen of Hearts x Reader🌹

Reader pronouns: She/her

Pairing: The Queen of Hearts x Fem! human Cheshire!reader

Plot: Wonderland is ruled by a cruel tyrant who shows no mercy to any. She has no heart and certainly no love. But one annoying cat seems to keep appearing by her side. A Cat that she has a lot of tension with.

Word count: 1.3k

Extra: This was succhhh a fun idea. QoH is big time crush of mine! She's kinda tricky to write though so I'm sorry if this is awful. I'm also starting classes again so my scheduled uploading is becoming a little more unorganized sorry

Wonderland is a curious place. It was very unpredictable, as were the people and creatures that lived there. It was never a place that was meant to be made sense of. And for a long time there was no order in the land.

But these past decades there had been. A mighty tyrant was crowned queen and made sure that everything in the kingdom of Wonderland stayed to her liking.

Curfew's, no games, no fun, and definitely no wonder. And that was something you just couldn't live by.

For a long time you only sat in trees and caused mischief and pranks to passerbys. Going around and causing as much chaos as you felt the need to. But you still always noted to stay clear from the castle. You broke every single one of the rules that the Queen enforced and she was not known for being very merciful.

Of course you would just be a smile away from your favorite tree and disappear from any restraints. But maybe it was safer to just stay away.

Well, you wouldn't be the Cheshire Cat if you played things safe, would you?

Of course you just had to meet the Queen herself! Such a respectable lady. Though she makes everything utterly boring, she herself was anything but boring.

She was quite the character, in fact. Or so you heard.

One day you decided to introduce yourself. As in, one day a lonesome grin appeared beside her while she was alone in her room. A smile with no eyes, a smile with no face. A grin that resembled the crescent moon. A grin that sung a tune of how odd she was.

The smile only giggled at her disturbed state. Then the smile spoke to her and she demanded you revealed who you were.

It took a couple weeks of only messing with her and disappearing before she could actually do anything about it before you revealed yourself fully to her.

And now, a couple years later, when you find yourself bored you appear before the Queen and see how far you can push her.

"I'm quite busy today and certainly not in the mood for your shenanigans. So get lost, cat." The Queen of Hearts said in her regal accent and her usual nasty attitude.

She didn't even have to look to know that you had appeared behind her. She had quickly picked up the skill of feeling when you were around.

"Oh my, you look radiant as always, your highness. Why the bad attitude?" You grin wide at her clearly stressed state.

She only scoffed and kept her eyes on the papers in front of her that she was reviewing. Being a queen unfortunately didn't mean pampered treatment 24/7. She felt it was ridiculous that she actually had to do this awful work, "Flattery gets you no where. Now like I said, shoo." The Queen waved her hand in one motion to signal you to leave.

Though you being you, you wouldn't go away so easily.

In a typical cat-like fashion, you hop on the table in front of her, knocking her papers to the side, "Don't be such a sour puss, Bridget." You say, your boot kicking aside the other books on her table as you stretched out.

The Queen was practically fuming now. She could not believe the absolute audacity of the lady cat in front of her. The way you thought you could talk to a queen like that and knock over her stuff? Absolutely unacceptable! "Do not call me that. It's Your Royal Highness to you. Now get off my table immediately." She yelled, standing up to be more assertive.

The grin on your face only widened further as you laughed, "So serious all the time..." You tease, turning over to lay on your side and pose as if you were trying to appear more attractive to her.

"I am your queen and you best do as I tell you or I will have the guards—"

"Do what? Imprison me? Behead me? Yes... I'm sure that will work like the other dozen times it has." You were really pushing your luck, cutting off the Queen like that.

She looked down on you, her eyes narrowing and the scowl on her face only intensifying. That look she gave you was the one that excited you most. The whole reason you do any of this just to see that gorgeous expression. An expression to die for. Literally.

"Now, for how long do you think you will continue to get away with denying a royal command?" She asked, drumming the tips of the red claws on her fingers against the table.

"For as long as I'd like." You hum to yourself, only making yourself more comfortable laying on the table.

Bridget did not seem pleased with the answer you gave. She prayed on day you'd cower at her command but you never did. Never have you ever shown any sign of worry or fright which welled overwhelmingly in her chest.

"But really it's your fault. You do give the dearest reactions." You continue on with a smirk.

"Is that so?" An eyebrow raised as her posture still held her high and her expression rock solid.

"Why, yes of course~" You giggle, "Your reactions... They're all so entertaining yet predictable. All of your adorable expressions only fuel my need to tease you more. Who could resist a person such as yourself? I'm lucky to have the opportunity to be in your presence and—"

But just before you could finish your endless yet flirtatious flattery, Bridget suddenly grabbed you by the collar of your top and jerked you close. Before you could make any kind of remark, she locked her lips to yours to silence you.

And for once, you were completely silent. No stupid grin and no stupid remark.

The kiss was far from gentle, you could've sworn the aggression of it could've bruised your lip. It also lasted longer than you could even imagine. Well, it definitely felt longer than you could imagine. Your hands threatened to wander to her waist but you weren't sure how she'd like that.

Though her hand still held the collar of your shirt, but her free hand held your leg to keep you in place, the claws on her fingers digging into you slightly.

Ame After what felt like forever, she finally pushed you away and leaving you to stumble back. You were left stunned as she turned her back to you.

"That seemed to be quite effective." She remarked, "Tell me, was that predictable as well?" She asked as if she was mocking you. As if she was the one playing with you like a toy rather than the other way around.

In truth, she was quite fond of you. You could believe you got away from her on your own all you like; but she'd never scentence you to death. As much as she'd rather die than admit it, she would feel disappointed the days you wouldn't show up. The days she was left alone on the throne with her kingdom and own daughter to hate her.

She always believed it was better to be feared than loved, that she couldn't be hurt that way. But she felt more alive when you were right beside her. She knew you didn't fear her, and as much as she tried to make you, you never did. And she loved it.

"Wow..." The grin suddenly appeared on your face once again, "You're right, your highness. I didn't see that one coming." You hopped off the table and approached her from being, dropping your arms over her shoulders and leaning against her back, "Perhaps we should do it again~" you smirk.

"Get off of me, you miserable fiend. You're ruining my dress." She commanded, shrugging you off of her.

You back off with an even bigger grin, "You're quite rough, maybe we'll be a little more gentle next time?" You suggest.

"There isn't a next time. Get away before I shut you up in a way you won't find very pleasing." She threatened, shooing you with her hand.

"I just love when you threaten me." You mock a dreamy sigh.

The Queen only scoffs in disgust and rolls her eyes. How could a kitty be so insufferable and endearing at the same time? She swore you'd be the death of her.

[zaceouiswriting]

The Football Stud: Fever

Character: Gabe x male reader, (mentioned) Nolan Halloway

Universe: Somewhere in Teen wolf

Warnings: Smut: hardcore, degradation, humiliation, feminization, mentioned non-con

Author's Note: Sorry for the late upload. I was going to post something for Christmas, but that's coming much later. I actually wanted to do something wholesome, but it turned into smut faster than I could see, and I lost interest in it, so I wrote a smutty half request instead. (Please don't ask about the logic; there is none) I hope you guys enjoy this one.

You felt uncomfortable even though it fit perfectly, and unfortunately, you had to admit that it didn't look bad on you as you admired yourself in the bathroom mirror.

“Are you coming or not?” Gabe’s deep voice bellowed authoritatively through the locker room, easily reaching your ear.

You swallowed nervously, not wanting to answer, as you knew he would be mad if you were honest. But you took a deep breath because you were even more afraid of his reaction if you didn't answer.

"I don't really feel comfortable showing-"

"Shut up and come out," he shouted, audibly annoyed, "so you can do literally the only thing a stupid fag like you is good for!"

It felt like he had just punched you right in the chest. You felt humiliated on so many levels, and yet you opened the bathroom door, which led straight into the changing room near the showers.

You would be in the locker room if you just walked around the corner. It had been nearly an hour since the football game ended, and the coach handed Gabe the keys to lock the room behind him. The only visible light was the static glow of the lamps in the room, as the sun had long since given way to the moon.

Head down, you rounded the corner with tiny steps. You didn't see Gabe right away, but you became very aware of him when you heard him whistle after you. The first time it happened, you felt exhilarated, even ecstatic.

There, Gabe sat comfortably on one of the benches against the wall. His body was now much more muscular, as he trained twice as much as he used to, but on his lips was the same superior, condescending smirk, still the same, yet so different.

"You look so fucking hot," he commented, beckoning you to come closer to him, which you did.

When you were in front of him, he ordered you to twirl. You saw his eyes darken with lust as he took another swig of his beer bottle. Technically, he wasn't old enough to drink yet, but the football team had some leeway, at least on university grounds.

He emptied his bottle, placed it safely under the bench, and then simply grabbed you by the waist and sat you on one of his legs.

“Look at this skirt,” he said, fascinated by the sight.

You had no idea where he got it, but right before the game, he gave you a backpack with a cheerleading uniform and something else you wouldn't even think about out of embarrassment. Still, you put on everything he gave you.

“Are you satisfied?” you asked, stuttering and uncertain.

“You can be fucking sure of that!” he boasted loudly. "And even more so if a certain slut had listened to me the first time and not made me wait so long!"

There was a danger gleaming in his eyes that you knew all too well. He'll punish you, force you to shout more than just his name, and treat you so roughly that you'll miss class again. Before starting, you knew you'd have to lie to the others again about all the bruises you'd come home with. Last time, your fraternity almost started a manhunt because they thought someone was forcing them on you, but you somehow managed to calm them down, even though you had to admit to some pretty dirty secrets of yours.

You felt his rough hand on your lower back, moving further down to your ass. Suddenly, you let out a yelp as the same big hand gave your behind a hearty squeeze.

“What a perky ass,” he mutters in a slightly slurred voice, “fuck!”

"Don't you want to sit on my lap, baby girl?" His lips were so close to your ear that you almost moaned reflexively. "I know a dirty slut like you would love to know how fucking hard you make me."

Before you knew it, he had pulled you onto his lap. Both his hands were on your waist as he vigorously ground your ass on his lap. You could feel his big cock getting hard and poking you through his tight football pants.

When you heard him moan softly, you felt the heat rise to your face; you had never heard him moan desperately like that before. Usually, he moans like a rutting bull as he relentlessly thrusts his cock into you, but this somehow felt much more intimate.

"Do I have to remind you what I am to you?" His voice, which had previously been filled with lust, was suddenly stern, even cold. You swallowed hard and couldn't answer. "Pretend you can't hear me?" His laugh was dry; you already knew he was done.

Without a word, he pushed you off his lap but held you up, standing in front of him. Just a second later, his large body overshadowed you, with his hands tightened around your waist once more.

"What a cute little girl," he murmurs into your hair, "So small and yet so disobedient."

Your blood ran cold. He seemed angry, even furious, but you didn't do anything that bad, right? But even if you argue with him, it won't help and will only worsen things.

He doesn't say another word. Instead, he wraps one arm around your waist and lifts you effortlessly. He carried you to some lockers in the middle of the room, sat you back down on the floor, and bent you forward slightly with his other hand while he told you in a barely whispered voice to hold on to the lockers for dear life.

You were already halfway gone from worry and desire—if you were a girl, you knew you would be soaked—now only pre-cum covered the surprise under your short skirt. You truly felt like a slut in that moment, just like Gabe had always told you. Even though you weren't entirely sure what would happen next, you knew you had to hide how much you were already enjoying it.

He traced his rough fingertips over your figure, dancing on your skin like a drunken wisp. By the time they landed on your skirt and took it in his hands, you felt him shudder. Fearing that something had happened, you turned your head only to see Gabe's sinister grin. When he caught your gaze, his intentions were more than clear.

“Aren’t you a pretty girl?”

There it was again. At first, you thought he was just maddened from drunkenness, but now it was clear. He was actually feminizing you. You should have known when he made you dress in a girl's cheerleading outfit.

As you were in thought, Gabe covered you completely with his body, pressing his head firmly into your nape, gently kissing your neck, and eliciting soft moans from your stunned body. His hands continued to explore the entire time, finding their way under your skirt and gently caressing your legs, but you were sure that this would be the only time he would be tender with you that night.

And as if you had summoned it, he ripped up your skirt and slapped your right butt cheek with so much force that it almost threw you flat against the locker, only for him to whistle as if nothing had happened.

"Bitch, you look good in lace!" Gabe slurred like the drunken stud he is, so needy and horny that it was hard to believe.

You didn't even know where he got it because the price tag was still on when you got it, and you almost fainted; it was so expensive that you knew he wanted to do this more often, or so you thought.

“I really can’t wait,” Gabe suddenly murmured as he leaned back in his standing position.

With a quick movement, he shifted the tiny piece of fabric that hid your hole to the side, circling it with his finger before attempting to enter it, only to be stopped as it had contracted too much. You could hear him swearing quietly, cursing you and your uselessness.

Before you knew it, Gabe had raised two fingers to your mouth and ordered you to wet them, as that was the only lube you would get.

Without hesitation, you took them between your lips, let your tongue dance on his long, salty, calloused fingers, and finally took them completely into your mouth, feeling them touch the back of your throat.

The second his fingers reached the back of your throat, all you heard was him cursing once again, angry that he didn't use your throat, even though he had trained it for so long not to gag, even when he shoved his huge cock all the way into your mouth with one sharp thrust.

You knew from the beginning that it would make him mad because you knew full well that deepthroating him was his favorite sensation, especially in a crowded university lecture hall.

Gabe only gave you about a minute before he pulled his finger out of your mouth and immediately, with a precision that a drunk man like him shouldn't have, slid his fingers inside your ass. You gritted your teeth, holding back the pain, knowing that Gabe hated it when you showed any emotion other than lust and desire for him.

Without even trying, this guy hit the spot that made your mind go blank for a second, and when you came back, you felt a pain in your forehead. You found yourself in direct contact with the metal side of the locker.

As his fingers aggressively penetrated your hole, a pain shot through your ass. But you didn't complain because that was all you would get before he took you at a pace so brutal that you'd thank God he'd even prepared you in any way, which was already something great of him, as it was something he didn't do all the time.

“That should be enough,” Gabe mumbled, something he probably didn’t even want to say out loud.

Suddenly, you feel him swaying from side to side, the alcohol clearly taking its effect. But he doesn't let that distract him and instead guides his cock, albeit with difficulty, to your hole.

Although you feared the brutal treatment you would receive, you could barely contain your anticipation of feeling him again. It had been a while, and your hole felt empty for quite a long time. As he circled your hole, you quickly became impatient. While you subtly tried to get his cock into you, all you got was a hard smack on your ass, which was glowing a bright red color at this point.

Gabe muttered under his breath, cursing you for being an impatient cockslut, a bitch that needed to be filled. Although it seemed odd to you that he was trying to feminize you, it did something deep inside you.

"You want this cock?" he asked smugly, his words becoming more slurred by the second. "I'll fill you up like the good little slut you are until your belly is full of my child!"

Without even waiting for an answer, he pushed his cock in and didn't stop, even when you felt it was getting too tight, but you knew it would fit, even if it hurt a little. So you bit your tongue and waited for the pain to subside instead of saying anything or even making a sound.

In one forceful motion, his hands wrapped painfully tightly around your hips, just under your skirt, so tight that it hurt, but you still didn't make a sound; he penetrated you.

Only when you finally felt his thick glans pressing against your prostate did you open your mouth, which was usually so large when he hadn't had anything to drink. This drew a long, intense moan from you, which, in turn, elicited a deep, sadistic chuckle from Gabe.

“That's the shit,” grunted Gabe, “Moan louder for me, bitch!”

As you felt another slap and his cock throbbing violently inside you, you were forced to give him exactly what he wanted. You gave him more, moaning sluttily and even going an octave higher than you thought possible, sounding almost like a real girl.

"God... fuck," he muttered quietly as his hands became a little more bearable. "That's my little girl, my good little slut!"

He even went so far as to pet your head, almost making you feel like he really cared about you. But the relentless pace of his thrusts told you otherwise. Although you wished things were different, you knew there would be nothing between you, nothing other than mind-blowing sex, that is.

Gabe's thrusts got even harder, his warm manhood burning so well in your hole, but the worst part for you was how precisely he hit your prostate each time. With every thrust deep into your bowels, barely visible on your stomach, he ripped your senses from their sockets again and again. It was almost torture, but you loved every second of it, feeling like you could fly, breathe underwater, and face the next day as if you had conquered it many times before.

At the limit of your senses, you felt one of his hands moving up your stomach to your pectoral muscles. He squeezes your slightly trained muscle, which elicits a satisfied grunt from him.

For a long moment, it was completely silent; nothing was said, and the only sounds echoing through the room were the rapid, rhythmic slapping of your skins and the animalistic noises Gabe made like the brute he was.

“I’m about to bust,” Gabe suddenly announced, although his breathing and voice were even.

You were speechless; he had never come so quickly and calmly, always out of breath, sweating like crazy. Now, he was none of that.

As announced, it took almost no time before a few thick jets of cum filled your insides with much-needed warmth.

Gabe didn't pull out as he usually would. Instead, you saw his hand on the locker wall next to your head as you returned to the plane of the living, his muscular body hard against your back, and his warm breath that smelled of beer and something fruity, maybe strawberries or something similar. Turning your head slightly, you saw him grinning smugly at you; your heart dropped into your skirt.

Suddenly, you felt something soft on your lips. You couldn't process the sight before you; Gabe was so close, his eyes closed and his sinful lips capturing yours in a gentle, warm embrace. It lasted only a fleeting moment, warm and completely unexpected.

“Such a good, pretty girl for daddy.”

Your cheeks turned a deep shade of red. You wanted to mock and belittle him for calling himself that, but you didn't. You felt warm and wanted for once. So you let it pass and looked away in embarrassment, but Gabe, with a gentleness you'd never experienced from him before, placed a finger around your chin and forced your head back without much effort.

"Don't look away, baby," he murmured against your lips before capturing them again.

This time, he didn't close his eyes, instead holding eye contact with a knowing glint in his eyes. But you couldn't hold the eye contact for long. You closed your eyes and melted in his embrace. Your tongues quickly entangled with his, clearly more dominant. He pulled you closer to him, both of his hands exploring the front of your body as if it belonged to him.

It wasn't until he separated the two of you that you realized you were no longer standing but sitting safely on Gabe's lap. He was now leaning comfortably against the wall, hands clasped behind his head, flexing his biceps the entire time, clearly visible even through his football uniform. You'd be lying if you didn't feel things you weren't too proud of.

"Now be a good little slut and ride me," he told you arrogantly. "I've made you cum three times already, and I only came once, so keep going, baby."

He massaged your upper body as if calming you down as he spoke. It worked somewhat, but as you tried to follow his orders, you realized something: your legs hurt too much to move. Panic rose in you, afraid of what would happen if he knew. So you tried your best and even put your hands on his thighs, using them as leverage to move yourself up. But your whole body felt heavy.

Before you knew it, your arms gave way, and you fell against Gabe's chest. You heard his angry breathing and felt his hot breath on your neck.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that,” you admitted sheepishly.

Suddenly, you felt a violent jolt and quickly found yourself on the cold floor. The skirt you had been given and the tight top were already worn out, even slightly torn, not to mention the lace underwear that was already crumpled and almost destroyed.

Gabe towered over you with his fists clenched. "You worthless bitch," he mutters, seemingly ready to dish out the worst punishment. But to your surprise, he just crouches down next to you. "I told you what will happen if you turn out to be worthless and unable to complete your one fucking job, you stupid whore!"

His voice was steady; none of the slurring you heard before was left as if he had never been drunk. Without hesitation, he spat in your face, stood back up, went to his backpack, and pulled out his phone.

Unable to move, you could only stare at him with wide eyes, horror coursing through your veins as you heard the disgusting words he used.

Just as you started to feel your legs again, the locker room door busted open. Loud laughter and energetic, indistinct conversations followed. The entire football team soon filled the room, but no one was looking at you as they greeted their quarterback. Gabe made pleasant conversation before folding his arms across his chest, not glancing in your direction once, just a small nod in your direction and more demeaning words.

When the team first looked at you, they were smug, calling you a needy slut who would even play a girl just to get some cock. Even though you felt bad, they had a point. But you still thought Gabe would say something in your defense, but he didn't.

Instead, even more horrible words came from him: He told his team that they could do whatever they wanted with you since you were useless to him now, but he wanted the cheerleading uniform and underwear back, even if they were in tatters.

You were too stunned, but when you saw Gabe, already changed and leaving, you stretched out your arm and begged him to take you with him. Instead, you only heard a scoff before he left the room and closed the door behind him.

As you were about to lower your hand, one of the boys took it with a wickedly grim grin. He gently stroked your hand, only to tell you to be a good slut to them because they weren't as generous as Gabe and would take drastic measures to make sure you did right by them.

Although you were disgusted and scared, you still nodded. You cried silently as you felt dozens of hands on you and someone supporting you. But when he was about to enter you, you screamed.

***

You woke up weakened, your body covered in a thick layer of sweat. Groaning in pain, you tried to find out where you were, only to find yourself in your fraternity bedroom.

“Thank God you’re awake,” you heard a gentle voice say.

You turned your head and smiled gently. "Nolan, what happened?"

Concerned, he touched your forehead, only to quickly pull away.

"You're not any better," he whispers lightly. "You fainted in one of your lectures, and our university doctor sent you back with Mark because you weren't so bad that you had to stay there. He did give him some medication for you, though."

You wanted to take the pills, but you couldn't move your body, just like in the locker room. Nolan quickly noticed this, put them in your mouth, and helped you drink some water.

You grimaced as the cold liquid ran down your throat, but then a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“Did something happen to Gabe or the football team?” you asked in a hoarse voice.

It was immediately obvious that Nolan was uncomfortable. You feared the worst and believed that your dream was actually reality. 

"Gabe came over but left when he heard you were sick," Nolan told you. "I still can't believe you tolerate him taking advantage of you like that."

Smiling and relieved that what you had experienced, even though it felt real, was only a dream, you gently stroked Nolan's hand.

"I wish he loved me as much as I love him, but I'm content with how things are right now," you said slowly, even though your throat hurt. "As long as I'm in this fraternity, I get the best of both worlds: mind-numbing sex with the person I love while also being able to cuddle with you guys and do all the cute couple things without anyone being pressured to feel anything."

Nolan sat there stunned, never having thought about it like you did, but he realized they actually treated you like their partner. All the time outside of class and when you weren't getting fucked by Gabe, they spent with you and your fraternity, cuddling, watching movies, playing games, and going out. None of them even had partners; they were completely focused on you.

You smiled as you slowly fell back asleep but asked Nolan to take care of you. Unconsciously, you laid your head on his hand, causing Nolan to get stuck.

A few hours later, someone else opened your bedroom door.

"Is everything okay?" The new person asked but got no answer. When he walked in, he saw Nolan holding you in his arms. "Damn, I must be late," he commented quietly, chuckling as she walked back out and closed the door behind her. Cursing himself for letting Nolan out of his sight.

[Masterlist]

[ancha-aus]

Bitty Surprise - Chapter 5 - Pov Killer

We are back to my upload Sunday :3 Which means more cute bitties for all of you! <3

First Chapter: [Here] AO3 link: [Here]

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Killer can honestly say he doesn’t like humans.

And that is mostly because this stupid dumb lady doesn’t stop trying to steal their bitty!

Well she is trying to pay them money for it but it is still stealing! They said No! Leave them be!

Even going as far as to try and get Cross or Killer himself to sell little Axe to her.

Killer however can say that telling the lady that they live in a castle and that Nightmare is a land owner and landlord was very satisfying.

Though her flirting is fucking weird. The look of pure disgust on Nightmare’s face however had been amazing and hilarious. Also very reassuring but that is beside the point and only for Killer to know.

Killer grins at Axe “So what do you normally do for fun? We are trying to figure out what to get you little guys hobby wise but we keep drawing up blank.”

Axe raises a brow and raises the partly carved wood statue.

Killer nods “More tools for carving. I will try to search for tools your size for that.” And learn more about the craft as a whole. He knows there will be wood chips coming off and they will need a way to clean the bitty housing to make sure the wood chips doesn’t harm either bitty. Can they order the tiniest Roomba ever? That could work… With that in mind a bigger Roomba for the bitties to sit on like a cat would be really cute.

More screaming from the front of the store and Killer glances over before looking at Axe “I honestly don’t get why they don’t just ban that woman.” Axe nods as he looks annoyed in the same direction.

Killer chuckles “And she keeps bringing that brat too. Even after both Ramfy and Lambert told her the child isn’t welcome as they keep making a mess.” Then again, she does pay for everything each time. But Killer can only imagine the issue of having to keep restocking the store.

Honestly, normally Killer wouldn’t care if it weren’t for the fact that that idiot lady kept trying to steal their bitty. The audacity honestly.

Even worse was that it seems like the lady had more spoiled children cause now there are apparently three. The girl of before seemed to be the youngest. Either way it meant that Killer and Cross made sure to spend even more time with Axe. One of them was with him at all moments of the day. As soon as the store opens until it closes. They both do feel terrible about letting Nightmare deal alone with all his work but Nightmare reassured them that Axe’s wellbeing is more important than the work. Not to forget that Nightmare had no issues with moving the work to a later day to deal with, even if it displeases Dream.

Though… maybe that is exactly why Nightmare has no problem with it…

Axe clearly had it the roughest with all of this. The poor bitty was clearly a bit overwhelmed with all the attention and Killer tries to reassure him that he doesn’t need to push himself. That if Axe needs time to himself they understand and accept that. They just can’t risk letting that lady be alone with their bitty.

Killer just… He doesn’t trust those humans not to try something.

So he keeps watch.

Cross is out at the moment to do their actual groceries while Killer chills in the store. Glaring at this woman who is trying to steal their tiny teammate.

Surprisingly, even with the humans things had been rather calm.

Which is obviously when it all goes to shit.

It starts with loud barking outside and a loud cheer from the son that Killer had only seen in passing until now.

It sounds like something being thrown over and orders of “Catch it!” is when Killer starts to feel nervous but he can see the older girl eyeing the cage with Axe and like hell is Killer leaving his little buddy.

Then the door shoots open as a large dog skips inside trying to break and moments later a tiny form runs in full speed with another dog after it and the human cheering.

Killer knows right away who it is and he feels himself freeze.

Renegade doesn’t pause as he rushes straight to Killer and, much more important Axe. Killer doesn’t think as he kneels down and uses his arms to form a ramp going up to the cage. Renegade takes it and Killer feels tiny footsteps that run up and straight to the cage. Killer looks up and sees that Axe has forced the door open a tiny bit and Renegade slides right through it into the cage.

Killer straightens and takes the cage as a whole before either human can even try to touch it “Don’t you fuckers fucking dare.” Killer holds the cage close as he glares at the humans. Trying to radiate his LOVE as a very clear warning.

The boy huffs “Hey! I caught that bitty! That makes it mine, give it now!” The boy grins triumphally.

Killer glares and flips the brat the bird “Fuck off. That is Axe’s bonded and so automatically falls under our care by contract. You piss off entitled brat.” He looks down and feels fear pick up.

That is blood. Renegade is bleeding. The dogs… They bit him?

Lambert had been in the store today and looks worried “Oh no he is hurt. I will call in the healer and call dad!” and they rush to the counter and starts dialling numbers.

The human lady glares “That is a bitty that my son caught. Hand it over immediately.”

Killer glares and growls lowly “Fucking try it bitch.” There is no reason now to hold back anymore honestly. They got Renegade now and that had been the reason they had still been playing nice to begin with.

It would be best if they could get Renegade treatment right now but they can go to other stores in this universe to get him the treatment he needs. It will be a shame to say goodbye to this town to visit but Killer much prefers to have Renegade and Axe comfortable.

The lady glares and Killer doesn’t think as he pulls out his knife and aims it right at her throat.

There is a dead silence in the store.

Killer smirks “Fucking. Try. It.”

Silence until-

“Killer!?” Cross joins his side looking alarmed “What are you doing?!” He looks around the scene anxiously.

Killer keeps glaring at the humans he has his knife aimed at “This bitch was trying to kidnap Renegade after her fucking dogs hurt him. I think I am within my right to protect him.”

Cross blinks at him before looking down and gasping “Oh no Renegade. It is okay. We will get you looked after and then get you and Axe somewhere safe.” Cross then looks over his shoulder and glares at the humans.

Ramfy walks into the store and they end up being lead to the back where the healer had arrived. Renegade fought tooth and nail to not be removed from Axe’s side and Axe wasn’t much better as he kept trying to reach for Renegade. Biting the hands that went to pick Renegade up. Killer tried his best to keep Axe calm as Cross watched every single move the healer made near Renegade.

The first issue came with removing the poor little guy’s jacket and Killer couldn’t help but stare.

He really was a tiny skeleton as Cross had said. The little guy seemed to have a bit of a gradient of grey to white on his arms, grey near his claw tips and white halfway up his arms. One eye was red and the other was red and blue multicoloured. The grumpiest little face and very tiny grey freckles on that adorable little face.

Killer can admit he has a weakness for cute things, sue him.

Renegade manages to cause quite a bit of damage by scratching and biting but the healer seems unsurprised as they manage to get the bitty healed, dressed and back in the cage. Even with their hands now bleeding quite badly that they have to treat themselves.

Lambert looks nervous “I am so sorry miss Shar I-”

Shar shakes her head “It is fine. I expected as much from a wild bitty.” She washes and disinfects her own hands before healing herself “Now. He needs a lot of rest and most likely rehabilitation by how he acted. After that special care before he is able to be adopted.”

Ramfy nods “I expected as much and will get the right organizations informed.” Shar nods and leaves.

Ramfy turns to him and Killer pulls the cage closer to him. Ramfy sighs “I understand that this is less then you wanted but it is for the best if he is moved to the right facility to receive treatment… and with Axe being his bonded-”

Cross glares and moves in front of Killer and the cage “No. You are not taking either of them.” Killer feels his soul speed up just a tiny bit.

Ramfy frowns “We don’t want trouble and we are just trying to do what is best for the bitties.”

Cross nods “And while we understand this. I hope you understand that we find it very hard to trust strangers with our little bitties. We have already proven we know how to treat Axe right and we will do the same for Renegade.”

Ramfy sighs but Killer speaks up “Lets be honest here. Either we are leaving today with the two bitties and your okay. Or we are leaving with the two bitties without it. It doesn’t make a difference to us.”

Cross shoots him a look before speaking much more diplomatic than Killer himself did “Contract wise we are already the owners of both bitties and until the two were reunited Axe would sleep here for his emotional and mental health.” Cross smiles brightly “Which means that now they are reunited we will be taking both home and give them all the room and time they need to recover.” Cross straightens his spine as he speaks “We completed all the classes and checks about bitty care. We know which meds Axe needs to take for his skull and as skeletons we also will be perfect to make sure Renegade heals well from his injuries.”

Killer grins as he leans on his hand “Questions?”

Look, just because they did what they did to rebalance the multiverse doesn’t mean Killer isn’t a little shit and he knows it. Killer also loves to see Cross be a little heathen.

Ramfy frowns at them and seems to realise that they are in matter of fact right and are within their rights. Ramfy sighs but nods “Very well… I hope they both will be fine…” He looks seriously as them “I do think it is unwise to take them immediately. I think it would be better to give them time to socialise and rehabilitate first. However, as you said, all of you have completed the course on bitty care and proved safe for them to be near. And as you mentioned, contract wise you are their owners.” Which yikes. With them being sentient that is just weird to hear now.

Ramfy sighs but nods “Very well. But please, for their wellbeing, if there are issues or problems come ask for help or directions. I just want them to feel okay.”

Cross smiles and nods “Us too. We just want them to be happy and healthy and we will do everything we can to make it that way.” Cross and Ramfy shake hands after which Cross grins at Killer and gives him a nod.

Killer nods back as he picks up the cage. A glance inside shows that Axe is still holding Renegade as Renegade watches their every move. At least Killer thinks he is watching them as he can’t see that adorable little face under his cloak.

Cross and Killer walk out of the store together with the container holding their two bitties. Killer would skip if he wasn’t terrified of accidentally scaring the two inside the container. Well, scare Renegade that is. Axe is completely calm as he holds his tiny bonded, small hands rubbing his back and removing dirt from the other.

Stars Cross hadn’t been lying about their height difference. Just too adorable.

They know those humans are following them but they don’t care. Killer nods to Cross as soon as they turn a corner and Cross cuts open the fabric of the universe to open a portal. Killer hears the soft gasps from the bitties and Killer grins down “Neat trick isn’t it?” and he walks through, closely followed by Cross.

They appear in the living room of the castle.

Killer grins and raises the cage above his skull as he turns around very slowly “Tada! This is the living room! Everything the light touches is our domain, also what the light doesn’t touch! That door.” He looks towards said door “Leads to the kitchen and has the food inside, no worries as we will obviously bring you two food but just in case you get hungry or the munchies or just really want something specific. The door next to it leads to the dining room.” He continues with his turn “That door leads towards the grand staircase leading up to the other floors but aside from our rooms and Nightmare’s office we are rarely upstairs. The doors on the other side of the staircase lead to our training room and our storage.”

Killer walks over towards the set up bitty enclosure and starts connecting the cage, which they kind of stole… they will have to return and pay money for that, holding the bitties to the rest of the enclosure.

Then Killer sits cross legged on the floor and watches them.

Axe looks around the area with a frown as he holds the unmoving bundle of clothes that is Renegade in his arms.

Killer is unsure what to do when Cross joins his side and carefully opens the cage holding them and moves some food into the enclosure, some chicken with orange and rice it seems, the leftovers from yesterday’s takeout. Cross next dips under the table and oh Killer is very distracted by Cross’s back aimed towards him.

Killer just stares as he struggles with himself to not touch much less slap the backside he wants to touch so badly.

Then the tiny lights in the enclosure turn on and Cross gets out from under the table “There!” he smiles at Axe “Okay Axe, obviously you don’t need to rush but I will just explain, just in case okay? Each room has their own light switch to turn on and off the lights. There are about seven different bedrooms you two can chose from to sleep in or stay in. The water should work and be running but it may take a moment to warm up.” Cross pulls a face “We haven’t found a working miniature kitchen just yet but we are working on it.” he smiles “Any questions?”

Axe frowns as he looks down at Renegade but Renegade doesn’t move at all. Then he looks back up at them and shakes his skull.

Cross nods “Okay! We will just go tell Nightmare what happened okay? Take your time to get comfortable. You don’t have to worry about anything, Killer raised and trained his cats very well and they won’t bother you two either.” Cross shoots him a glare.

Killer, still in slight mourning over being unable to touch either of his roommates as he wants, turns to the bitties “Pretty much! The cats won’t hurt either of you and tend to remain outside anyway. Get some rest and take it easy!”

Killer remains sitting right there and Cross has to pull him with him before he is willing to move. Killer keeps looking over his shoulder at the enclosure. Trying to catch a glimpse of them moving but neither do.

Not… how Killer had wanted them to gain the two bitties but it will have to do. At least this way they know they are safe and sound and have nothing to worry about!

Now… time to tell Nightmare.

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“Bunny?”

“I am sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault… are you okay?”

“…”

“Bunny please…”

“… Shoulder hurts still.”

“Can I look?”

“…. Hm”

“Thank you…”

“No problem…”

“…”

“…”

“What if… they realise… I am… not enough? They like you… they know you… not me…”

“They will love you…”

“You don’t know that…”

“Maybe not… But I am still sure.”

“I guess…”

“Is your arm better like this?”

“Yeah… thanks H.”

“No problem Bunny. Goodnight and I love you”

“Love you more than anything.”

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[brummelliana]

I just played through CBML and... oh.. my god. I've been trying my best to not laugh out loud since it is almost 2 AM. I LOVED IT!!! I can't wait for the next game!

I've been scrolling through your Tumblr and you seem to know a lot about The Beatles. I've just recently started to get into the fandom. I'd just like to ask you for any book or film recommendations of the fab four? Like The Anthology book and the series or something like that. I would love to know more about them! They seem so interesting, yet so disturbing to an innocent eye..

God I don't know, my knowledge has been cultivated by so much stuff over the past 7 years. To be honest, I now just look up info I need rather than read or watch Beatles stuff for fun (besides what I mention later).

Tune In the extended edition is super super thoroguh, but it only goes up to 1962. That's right, 1000 pages (?) of just the beatles childhood and beginning of the band.

I haven't even read all my books, you know why? I spend all my time drawing bitch. I used to be such a reader. It does make it difficult when I know if I crack open a book it will be full of horrible events by these terrible naughty lads.

Just read any Biography that interests you, but keep in mind some biographers have their biases, or are less credible than others. I tend to enjoy ones that focus on a certain topic (like Beatles in Hamburg, or Beatles 1963) cause you'll have more specific information or anecdotes. The broader ones that are just about the Beatles, or about one Beatle tend to be of a similar length, and can't go into detail on everything, so tend to cover the same stuff.

I will say, don't rely on video essays or short form content (like tik toks!) for information, or at least don't take them as fact. There is a fair bit of fake info about these guys online, so be a critical thinker!

The most fun way to get a sense of the Beatle boys is to watch interviews and performances of the era. I've come to prefer straight up experiencing them from the source.

Watch the movies! A Hard Day's Night (especially considering my next game), Help!, Magical Mystery Tour, even Yellow Submarine and the Beatles Cartoon (peak).

Be careful though because post 60s Paul loves to be a fat lying slut and tells the same fucking stories over and over for literal decades. I used to have a cute little list of them.

The problem with documentaries is that they just turn into a really felatiatory circle jerk of people who really want to ride their dicks, which I find annoying.

The BeatlesVideos01 on youtube is a great source, they upload so many, there are a lot of gems of interviews and performances that aren't the most popular ones. KistuBeatles has a lot of great remastered videos.

Or right, Get Back. Watch get back, there's the beatles straight up existing for 6 hours. (even if its a very specific period for the group).

To be frank, I don't think I've watched Anthology all the way through, but I think I already heard the stuff they talk about in it, and it gets parroted in biographies cause it came out a while ago.

If you would rather look up info online (that isn't gen z slop), here are some websites I have bookmarked:

(this one has so many pictures, It was the biggest help dating all my photos)

Here's my personal as comprehensive as I can get archive of photos and videos and more!

Happy Beatling.

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ASS PANCAKES SCARING AN ANXIOUS READER

I couldn’t get the request from my inbox so I tried uploading it normally! I loved doing this request! It was fun! AP is my favorite Scout!! Can someone make more gifs of him plz??? It’s the same 2 every post lol

-Ass Pancakes finds himself funny, whether others think so or not. This was no exception. He takes advantage of this whole situation after finding out that he could scare you by crawling out of random cans. You could be cleaning up and going to throw the can away and he would pop out as you were about to chuck it. It was a larger reaction than the confused stare or initial shock he would receive, so he was elated that you could be scared easily and made a habit of doing so. 

-He views scaring you as a form of affection. Much like the other Scouts, being annoying has its charm. He scares you, you get annoyed and then he chuckles before kissing your cheek and going back into the can before you can scold him further. At the end of the night, you are back in your bedroom and he is there waiting for you to hold him. And how can you not give in? His snores and the sounds of night lull you in your own slumber. All is nice. You wake up caressing his hair and open your eyes only to see the most terrifying face known to man. He finds it cute when you get scared.

-The other freaks, like Painis or Piss, will try to scare you too, they love the skittish ones. Painis will crawl up the ceiling before jumping down mere inches away from you, just for you to cover your head and jump. But he would never eat you, you are technically on his team and considered his ally. Does that stop Pancakes from getting angry, in his face and materializing his hammer? No. As much as Painis and Pancakes are close buddies, they fight a lot. A couple of Bonks! and self-übercharging later, they are keeling over with laughter and have their arms around each other. By the end of it, you don’t even think it was about you and they just wanted to fight each other. 

-His screams are almost ear shattering. He will do this scare you when he pops out. You scream, he screams louder. I think he has a hard time understanding what a boundary is, like common sense and personal space (none of the freaks really do) and he will get really close to your ear and scream as loud as he can before disappearing.

-Some people cry when they get scared. If you are one of those people, he is not the right person to get comfort from. He will just back off, leave you be, then when you are calm again, he comes to find you and acts like he didn’t make you cry. When he is about to kill someone, crying means nothing to him, however, when it’s you, he does not know how to help. This can go one of two ways, you either become distant even after everything (he knows you are mad, but thinks it is not a huge deal and that you will get over it), which will lead to him bothering you the whole day until he gets mad at you. To which you can either just let it go or talk with him about it. 

-The only way to get him to stop is to be serious with your tone. Don’t say, “oh my god, stop! You scared me!”, rather that you hate when he does it and it is not funny to you. Pancakes is a jester and so he follows the Jester’s rule. Jester’s can mock and taunt all they like, but they are entertainers and they must abide by the audience. Normally, this rule does not apply to him, however you are his partner or his pal. He will stop, but that does not mean he will quit freaking you out by morphing his face.

-One of his other exceptions to stopping is if you get scared of being around him. Crying is one thing; he thinks after you’re are done, you get over it. Fear is a normal reaction by most, however he hates that you are scared of him. Discreetly, he would start making his presence known more easily by tapping on the counter next to you or appearing from a distance in the corner of your eye or in front of you. His unaltered smile would be seen more often. It’s his way of appearing non threatening, despite how his natural smile is uncannily gummy and his eyes are already big. The irises can shrink as well, especially when he has a lot of adrenaline. Pancakes does feel really bad, but he doesn’t apologize. 

-He will pull you into the can one day. Small, bandaged arms come from out of the opened tab and drag you down with it. It’s doesn’t hurt, it just feels like your body lost all feeling for a moment before opening your eyes and seeing a weird, brightly colored world. It has so much stuff piled in it; hammers, dice, random trinkets he found on the sidewalk, weapons he stole from other classes or freaks. It’s easy to leave. Well you have to do is jump. There is no guarantee the can you went into is the same one you will come out of. It’s like a transportation system on Pancakes understands. Unless you want to stay in the can with him, which he won’t mind at all. 

The summer heat of New Mexico made it impossible for you to sleep comfortably. Your skin stuck to your blanket and your bedsheets. Normally, you woke up to your boyfriend in bed next to you or sleeping on top of you, though you told him last night it was too hot for that. This time, however, he was gone. It was not unusual for him to be gone in the morning. Whether it was 2am and he got bored or he ran off to see his buddies. Eventually, you pulled yourself out of the sweaty nest that was your bed. Gripping at the comforter and moving it aside. You wiped the stickiness off your nose and forehead. Why didn’t you choose to live somewhere colder? Or at least moderate? 

Piles of clothes and useless garbage pooled the floor. Your dresser had (somehow) clean clothes sticking out of it. You pulled out a miscellaneous top and threw it on. The spooked mirror above your dresser reflected your disheveled, tired face. Taking a moment to wash up and fix yourself, you trudged out of the door. The rest of your apartment was no worse for wear. Stains of God only knows what. Old garbage left on the sticky coffee table from a week or so ago. At some point, you had to deep clean. You worked later in the day at 7. It was only around 4:40. Your dry fingers ran down your face as you tried to stay awake. 

Opening the fridge, you saw cans of Bonk!, condiments that didn’t mix together and leftover dinner from 2 days ago. Unless you wanted to get food poisoning, you decided to pass on the leftovers. You grabbed your drink for the morning and took a long sip. Not expired, thank God. You decided it was time for some trash TV. Mindless entertainment while you practically waited to get ready for work. You plopped down on the couch. Taking another sip, you put down your cup and grabbed the remote off the table. Flipping through channel after channel until you finally landed on the Jerry Springer show. 

The television set you had was a small one, a box. The screen quality was decent, despite Pancakes stealing it from the Electronics shop and throwing it around a bunch trying to get away. It was super funny to watch people insult each other on live TV.  You giggled. Just as Jerry was about to cut to commercial break, your screen went to static. This happened a lot with the antenna. You think that was the only thing that broke when Pancakes was being chased, but it was miraculous how nothing else did. Your hands tinkered around with the two sticks until your screen was back to normal. The commercials ended. Perfect timing! 

You sat back down on the couch without tearing your eyes off the screen. You had no motivation other than focusing on the show. You reach back over to the small table beside you. 

Clunk!

Now, you were awake. The can knocked over when Pancakes jumped out. Tackling you into a hug. 

“Morning!” He exclaimed

“How many times are you gonna keep scaring me like that?” You groaned. 

No response. He grips your shoulders and shakes you before giving you a kiss on the cheek. 

You smiled and kissed him back. 

“You’re a weirdo.” You laughed. 

“Oh, am I?” 

You pushed him back gently with a hand on his chest. 

“Yeah.” 

He put his hand inside the can and for a second, you think he is going to go back inside. Instead, he pulls out a brown bag with grease stains on the bottom. 

“Guess this is all mine now.” He joked.

You gasped before going to snatch it from him. He pulled away. 

“I’m hungry. Let me have some!”

“No, nope. You said I was weird.” He turned away and pulled out a French fry. 

“You’re mean to me.” You said in a fake, sad tone.

“Hah! Says you.” 

He set the bag down on the table and pulled out two sandwiches. He handed one to you before immediately unwrapping his. It was a burger you wouldn’t usually order. Your brows furrowed. You flip the bag.

The name on the sticker was not either of yours. Pancakes swiped it, didn’t he?

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love your jinx story on ao3, you really get her character <3 would you consider writing something with the one bed trope? (i hope this is enough to count as a request) hope you’re well and best wishes^^

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you call the shots, babe—i just wanna be yours - jinx x fem!reader

was it really hatred that kept the two of you away? or was it something else?

Jinx is…evidently annoyed.

It could be because she can’t find her house keys or maybe because of the fact you just blew up your paired project.

You stood beside her, drenched from the pouring rain after the two of you ran away from the explosion, not wanting to get detention this late in the school year. For a while, the only thing accompanying your occasional sighs is the jingle of her keys and the downpour against the roof. It wasn’t until the click of a door opening graced your senses.

“Oh, thank God.” You didn’t mean for it to escape your thoughts but the wind is getting unbearably cold and the last thing you want is to die from hypothermia. Your companion scoffed, “Yeah, whatever praise me later.” She remarked, pushing the door forcefully, her annoyance evident. She clicked on the lights, illuminating the unusually cozy apartment of hers. It’s uncharacteristically clean and cozy and so unlike Jinx.

The sound of her keys hitting a nearby table halted your sightseeing moment. You faked a cough, running a hand through your dampened hair, “Look, Jinx…I really am sorry—” Your words were cut off when a clean towel hit your face from none other than the blue-haired girl who only smirked at your face, “Save it for later, toots. Dry off.” She darted a glance at the door behind you, presumably the bathroom.

You nodded, awkwardly retreating to the bathroom, heaving a sigh of relief after closing it.

‘Oh my god…this is so awkward.’

Everything has been awkward since the beginning, anyway. You get paired up with somebody you dislike, you blow up your project, and now you embarrassingly follow her to her house. It couldn't get any more awkward than that, hopefully.

Despite the sound of the shower drowning everything out, you can hear some clatter outside. It could be anything. Or it could also be Jinx plotting to kill you or whatever. You did, in fact, ruin your two’s project. It seems justified.

If only your car’s tires weren’t punctured, you wouldn't stay the night here. But this is way better than walking in the rain and potentially missing a week of coursework.

Leaving the shower and being greeted by the harsh air-conditioned living room felt like a nightmare. Wearing nothing but a bathrobe during a thunderstorm doesn't sound like a good idea but what choice do you have anyway?

You walked your way to where the TV noises were coming from and saw Jinx sitting on the couch, unfazed by your presence. Or rather, not noticing your presence with how fixated she is on the cartoons playing on the screen.

You let out a cough, causing her to dart her eyes toward you. Her face is still a scowl and all you can do is smile awkwardly, “You know…this is usually the part where you ask me if I want to eat.” Jinx let out a scoff, “Oh, sure, princess. How about I do your laundry for you too? Dream on, doll. Kitchen's that way, help yourself.” She replied before once again returning her sight to the screen in front of her, deeming it more significant than your presence.

You walked in front of her, blocking her view of the show, “Hey! Move it, blockhead! It’s the best part now!” Your crossed your arms as she let out a huff and plopped on her couch, “What the hell do you want this time? I already told ya, I am not cooking.”

You rolled your eyes, “I am trying to apologize. And for the record, I was making a joke earlier.” You replied which she only snickered on, “You’re bad at jokes, almost as bad as our grades the moment this semester ends!”

You groaned, “That’s exactly why I’m apologizing! Maybe if you didn’t put a feature for the bot to blow up, everything would be fine now!” You countered, the image of the robot the two of you built exploding still vivid in your mind. In your defense, you thought the button would only cause the robot to do basic functions, not blow up and completely damage a wall.

She rolled her eyes before pulling you down to her level, “Listen up, doll. Maybe if you stopped pressing all the wrong buttons, you wouldn’t be in this mess right now.” She smirked, observing the way you stammered with whatever you’re gonna say with how close she was.

‘She’s so close…’

You removed your wrist from her grip, “I fucking hate you.”

Jinx only snickered, “Likewise.”

-

The night went on with silence other than the occasional crunch of the chips that Jinx had been eating and the noises from the glowing screen in front of the two of you.

Frankly, you want to sleep and you could only hope for Jinx to feel an ounce of drowsiness, too, not wanting to be presumptuous and open whatever door there is expecting a guest room on the other side of it. Otherwise, you’re gonna be sleeping uncomfortably the whole night on her couch.

You could ask her where the guest room is, sure. But after that banter? You’d rather not speak. After all, this is only a night of being this near her.

3 minutes...

5 minutes…

‘Oh my gods…I wanna sleep so bad…’

10 minutes have passed and between your occasional passing out, you heard Jinx stand up and turn off whatever she was watching. Still, drowsy, you scrambled to get up, silently following her to wherever she was going.

She abruptly stopped in front of an open bedroom, making you bump against her. You mumbled an ‘ow’ before looking at the girl who seemed to be confused as to why you were following her.

“What?” You asked, still rubbing your forehead from the impact. She tilted her head, “Why are you tailing me to my room, huh?” She asked. You laughed, “Good joke, Jinx. I know a guestroom when I see one.” You walked inside the bedroom, a hint of surprise at how messy it looked, “You surely don’t clean your guest bedroom, huh.”

Jinx scoffed, “That’s because this is my room, genius. So why don’t you get out and go back to that little couch of yours, hm?” She gave you a sickeningly sweet smile, annoyed at the sight of you in between the clutter of her room.

You gasped, almost too dramatically, “You want me to spend the rest of the night sleeping on the couch? Hell no!” You crossed your arms, persistent in standing your ground, “You can’t even offer your guest a bed? And here I thought you could get any worse!”

Jinx chuckled before walking towards you, “Well, I give my guests a bed sometimes, too…y’know. I’m not that cruel.” She replied, reveling in the way your brows furrowed, “Then give me a bed. I need a rest you psycho.”

“I only give them a bed if I spend a little alcohol with them and we end up on my bed, genius. And…” She eyed you, a smirk on her face, “You’re not my type.”

‘Oh.’

You immediately turned your back to her, retreating to wherever you dozed off earlier, “I’ll sleep on the couch. Enjoy your…uhm…bed or whatever.”

You can hear her laugh at the way you got flustered. You even heard her say a mocking ‘goodnight’ before her door closed. Good, now this is the part where you suffer.

You sighed, sitting on the couch. You had better sleep in campings than this. Not to mention how cold it is. Yep, this is it. This is where you probably die from hypothermia.

-

You don’t remember how long you’ve been asleep but you were awoken by somebody shaking you awake, “Hey, doll. Get up. Why do you sleep like a fucking cat?” You groaned, stretching as you sat up.

You saw Jinx standing in front of you, her hair unbraided. You almost didn’t even recognize her, “Get up. You’re getting the bed.” You chuckled, the drowsiness not leaving you, “I am not sleeping with you, idiot.”

The blue-haired girl groaned before pulling you up and pulling you to her room, “Well, neither do I, genius. I’m sleeping on the floor.”

You sat on her bed, staring at her as she prepared her pillows and blankets. In a way, you felt bad. You’re not entirely heartless either. You sighed, “Jinx, I get it. I was a bitch. You don’t need to do all that to make me feel guilty.”

Jinx rolled her eyes, “Wow, toots. Am I really that bad? Maybe I just want to help out your sorry ass. I’m not really in the mood for seeing someone freeze to death in my living room.”

“Thanks.” You replied, still feeling a tinge of guilt.

“Yeah, you better be.”

You fell silent for a while. The only sound was the rain and the occasional thunder that still surprised you. You can hear Jinx chuckle every time she notices you flinch. The latter was silent the whole time except for the occasional remarks of how you’re such a scaredy cat. She seemed to be focusing on brushing out the tangles that her braids left behind on her hair. When you actually see her like this, not when fighting someone, or causing some trouble…you can say she’s pretty.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

You averted her gaze, focusing on something else but her. You cleared your throat, “What? No.” You replied. It was a lie. And you’ve always been terrible at it.

She giggled, “Awh…come on, doll. It wouldn't hurt to admit.” You heard her move and in a second, she made you look at her. Instead of her usual harsh grips, this one’s gentler in comparison, “You are terrible at lying, you know that, right?”

She’s right. You can’t really deny it at this point. With Jinx in close proximity like this, you can smell that minty perfume she’s wearing. Her pink eyes seemed to taunt you every second. And those lips of hers that formed her signature smirk. You hate to admit it but yeah, she is pretty.

“Do you get a little kick when I admit you’re pretty?” You replied, taking her hand that continued to rest on your chin. She hummed, leaning closer, “You are insufferable, y’know that?”

‘Why is she so close…’

You fear that she could hear your heart beating with how loud it’s been booming in your ears, “You’ve called me that many times now, Jinx. Pick a better insult.” She only laughed, maintaining that short and absolutely tempting distance between the two of you, “Well, have I called you pretty before, genius?”

You scoffed, masking down the way she made you flustered with just that, “Taking a liking on me now?” She hummed, brushing the piece of your hair that fell, “And what if I do? You gonna do anything about that, doll?”

Wait…what?

You let out a nervous chuckle, confusion was evident in your eyes which she seemed to notice, “You’re pretty and snarky, and a bitch. It’s honestly not hard to notice you.” Oh god…this is definitely a dream, isn’t it?

But no. No matter how many times you inwardly screamed at yourself to wake up, you’re still here. Inches away from Jinx, her eyes burning holes through you. You wanted to say something, anything at all, “I…I think you’re pretty, too.”

‘What the actual fuck was that?’ You thought, mentally facepalming at how much of an embarrassment you are. Jinx giggled, “Oh really?”

You sighed. There’s really no going back to this, huh?

“Well…yeah. I only really ever hated you because of how much you piss me off when you steal my chance to answer in recitations.” It was an embarrassing reason to hate someone, you admit that. But it really did piss you off for quite a long time, “And bout the bitchy part I’m sorry…I really didn’t mean to come off like that.”

Jinx laughed, sitting beside you, “Okay, okay! Calm down genius.”

You sighed, “And also about the project, oh my god, I really am sorry I shouldn't have pressed any random buttons knowing you’re so much better than me at those things. Really, if I had a car I wouldn't burden you by staying in your house but I have no choice, and I—”

Her kiss was enough to shut you up.

You were surprised, of course you are. It’s not every day that you get kissed by Jinx, the person you absolutely used to hate, on her bed, on a rainy night.

It’s shocking but it’s not reason for you to return the kiss, too. Maybe, in a way, you’ve been vying to know what her lips felt like against yours.

It wasn’t long until your blue-haired companion broke the kiss, “Would you still kiss me if I told you I’m the one that slashed your tires?”

Her laughter is contrasted by your shock. But in a while, you just sighed. Yeah, it did make sense that she’s the one who did it. You just laughed before pulling her close, “Fuck yeah I would.”

-

The next morning, Jinx woke up alone. Typically, she’d immediately think that whoever was in her bed last night was rude enough to not even say goodbye. However, the smell of freshly cooked bacon reaching her room debunked that thought of hers.

She groaned, stretching out the remaining tiredness and drowsiness, “Fuck…what time is it.” Her hands reached out to the bedside table, expecting her phone but her hands caught on a paper instead.

‘Hey, idiot! I left early for class, and I made sure to make you breakfast. See ya later <3’

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Shooting a Movie part 4

Note: another thanks to @foxyanon for encouraging me while writing! & thanks to @legitalicat for coming up with a little nickname for a certain character ;)

reblogs & comments are very much appreciated, and make sure to read the previous chapters: part 1 - part 2 - part 3.

Warnings: 18+!! smut and a bit of angst.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) / Modern!Masema x you (f)

summary: you continued to work with Sihtric, as well as with Masema.

wordcount: 5,4k

Masterlist

Your trip with Sihtric from Durham to London had been pleasant so far. He was a good driver and his energy was always positive and warm while he also eased your mind about your upcoming photoshoot. He would be there with you, and he promised that if anyone would even do as much as look at you the wrong way, he would tell them off. You were still nervous for your shoot, but knowing someone you feel safe with would be by your side made it easier.

You shared a hotel room together during your five day stay and also slept in the same bed, but Sihtric was respectful and never tried to have any sexual activities with you during the first two nights, despite aching to be intimate with you. He didn't know you would have never turned him down if he were to initiate something, but you also held off from making a move yourself because you wanted to keep things professional. And beside that, Sihtric was a real gentleman anyway, taking you out for lunch and dinner every day and always making sure you had everything you needed during your stay.

The first evening together was a little strange. You were both quite unsure about how to behave, as you were together for the first time without having any job to do or script to discuss. You eventually decided to watch some random tv in bed and, almost naturally, you ended up cuddling under the sheets. The butterflies you felt were overwhelming when you rested comfortably against Sihtric's bare chest while he had one arm wrapped around you, and you fell asleep like that not much later.

The second day you went over your contract together for the photoshoot, as Sihtric wanted to know what exactly you had agreed to, and after that you just did some sightseeing in the capital city. You ended up roaming the streets together, hand in hand, while you both slowly began to open up about some more personal things in your lives. And later that night, after dinner, you ended up all cuddled up in bed again to watch some easy tv, while Sihtric uploaded some content to his OnlyFans which he had already made before the trip. 

Sihtric chuckled when he saw the notification pop up on his phone that you had liked the video he had just shared, which was a rather sensual video of him jerking off in his shower, and you grinned when Sihtric looked at you with a mild side-eye.

'What?' you snorted, 'you know I see that stuff when you post it.'

'Yeah, well,' Sihtric laughed a little shyly, 'it's weird to see you're watching me touch myself while I'm literally next to you.'

'You should've thought about that before,' you smiled and shrugged.

Sihtric shook his head lightly and rolled his eyes while he smiled, 'Yes, okay, just… just stop watching now.'

'Fine,' you fake huffed and locked your phone, then rolled over to your other side of the bed and switched off the lights.

'Hey,' Sihtric complained.

'What?' you shrugged, 'I have to get up early tomorrow.'

'Fine,' Sihtric sighed, not even close to being annoyed but still pretending that he was, and he also put his phone down. 

And then, once again like the night before, he almost naturally cuddled up to you from behind while you both dozed off.

Today, the third day of your trip, was the day of the photoshoot. You arrived to set early to get your hair and make-up done, while Sihtric was present in your dressing room and just minding his own business, mainly scrolling on his phone and keeping up with what was going on in the industry. You occasionally glanced at him, without his knowledge, by looking in the mirror and seeing him sit behind you, looking so ridiculously sexy while he was just wearing some simple black sweatpants and a loose fitted black shirt, while the unshaved side of his head showed his messy curls. You felt truly blessed to have him around and cherished every second in his presence. And once you were all dressed and ready, Sihtric followed you quietly when you were called on set.

'Good luck,' he smiled and gave you a wink, to which you felt yourself blush and thanked him before you carefully walked in your enormous white latex heels to the mark on the floor.

Everything started off well, and Sihtric was glad to see you were treated decently. He was also glad to be there to witness your stunning look, as you were dressed in a tight fitting and dangerously short skirt with a matching white, stretchy crop top. And it all went fine, until the photographer, who Sihtric then realised was the Aethelred, told you to lower your top seemingly out of nowhere. Sihtric carefully monitored the situation from a distance and he watched your response before deciding if he had to interfere or not.

'My top? But…I,' you stammered, a little bewildered, 'I wasn't told…that…'

'Listen,' Aethelred sighed and threw his hands up, 'show those tits or go home, okay?'

You stared at the photographer, desperately fighting your tears and the tremble that was about to take over your lower lip. You were too ashamed to look for Sihtric in the crowded room, and your shaky hands then slowly reached for the neck of your white stretchy top, and you curled your fingers around the fabric as you swallowed hard. You came all this way and you needed the money, while Aethelred was also one of the most famous explicit photographers in the business, so you felt like you were in no position to disagree. But just before you could unwillingly expose your breasts, Sihtric jumped up from his chair and stormed over from across the room.

'Hey!' Sihtric shouted, which startled everyone on set, 'was that in the contract?'

Aethelred stared at you and then at Sihtric, not sure what to say as the man with fury in his mismatched eyes came closer, so he just laughed awkwardly while he felt his face turn red.

'Well, showing more skin will make her more popular,' Aethelred nervously argued while Sihtric got up in his face.

'But was that in the contract?' Sihtric asked again, more threatening this time as he already knew the answer to his own question.

'I… well…' Aethelred stammered.

Sihtric then looked at you and asked you the same question.

'No,' you said, barely louder than a whisper, 'this was not described as a topless shoot.'

Sihtric looked back at Aethelred, who was fuming as much as he was actually terrified.

'Well,' the photographer cleared his throat, 'if she wants to continue working in this industry, she better listens-'

'I think we both heard enough,' Sihtric cut him off and backed away, 'come,' he said as he came over to you, 'we're leaving.'

'But, Sihtric, I… I need the money,' you confessed quietly.

'You don't, let's go,' he said and held his hand out to you but he saw the clear doubt in your eyes, 'I got you, okay? You're not going to work with this guy anymore. Don't worry about the money.'

'But it's Aethelred,' you whispered, 'he… you know he's big in the industry, Sihtric, he can ruin my career if I leave now-'

'No,' Sihtric protested, 'he will not ruin your career. That is just what everyone makes you think so they can pressure you into undressing for them. But this is not how it works, sweetheart, trust me. This is not okay, and we're leaving,' he said sternly.

You needed a moment to let his words soak in, but then you took his hand. Sihtric attempted to walk you with him, past Aethelred, but the latter suddenly grabbed your arm and you gasped as he pulled you towards him and away from Sihtric.

'I will make sure you will never get hired again,' Aethelred hissed at you.

Sihtric turned and saw Aethelred's bruising grip on your arm, and he gave the photographer a harsh shove away from you to which every employee on set turned their heads and became quiet.

'If you touch her again,' Sihtric growled, 'I will fucking sue you!'

'Do you know who I am?' Aethelred scoffed, arrogantly.

'Do you know who I am?' Sihtric asked, to which Aethelred took a few steps back, 'and do you have any idea how hard I work to create a safe space for these girls in this industry? To keep them away from assholes like you? And I… I will fucking ruin you,' Sihtric nearly whispered as he got full up into Aethelred's face, 'and not ruin you in the pleasant kind of way, sweetheart. I can expose you for the creep that you are and then I will make sure you never get hired again. You got that, Aethelcunt?'

Aethelred didn't speak, he just stared at Sihtric with his jaw clenched. He knew his behaviour with girls had been awful, but no one had ever dared to confront him about it so he never cared, until now.

'I asked if you got that?' Sihtric pushed his question.

'Y-yes,' he said hoarsely.

'Good,' Sihtric said, 'now apologise to the lady.'

Everyone held their breath as they stared at Aethelred, the famous photographer who was finally being put in his place for his misogynistic behaviour over the years, and they all secretly enjoyed how embarrassed he was.

'I… I'm sorry,' Aethelred mumbled.

'What was that?' Sihtric spoke up, thickening the awkward tension.

'I said I'm sorry!'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, satisfied at humiliating the poor excuse of a man, 'if I ever see your face again…'

Sihtric didn't have to finish his sentence for everyone to understand what would happen if they crossed paths again, and he circled his arm around your waist to help you walk back to your dressing room in those ridiculously high heels. You changed back into your own short black skirt with a comfy hoodie on top without saying a word, and after that Sihtric drove you back to the hotel, the drive being just as quiet as the dressing room had been.

There was a tension between the two of you since that moment on set, not an uncomfortable one or a threatening one, but there was something lingering and unspoken. A heavy pressure you both felt, which was building up as the drive back to the hotel continued, and with each passing second that gnawing feeling intensified. Sihtric felt his heart pounding in his chest when his eyes trailed off the road and to your bare legs, while you heard the sound of your own blood pumping in your ears as you looked at his hand clenched on the gear stick. You silently imaged his hand around your throat, while Sihtric imagined your legs thrown over his shoulders, and the quiet tension became thicker once you got out of the car and stepped into the hotel elevator. 

Sihtric stared at doors as they closed, his jaw clenched and his eyes dark, and the light shock the elevator gave when it went up seemed to be the moment you both lost control. You grabbed Sihtric's shirt while he immediately reached for your face, pulling each other closer and crashing your lips together in a passionate and heated kiss. Sihtric pushed you up against the steel wall and hooked his arms under your legs, lifting you with ease and you instinctively enveloped your legs around his waist while your lips never left his. You felt his tongue in your mouth as he kissed you with such force, it was almost painful but you were desperate to kiss him until your lips were bruised. Your tongues slid around each other's and your hand moved up in his curls, the other settled on his neck to keep the kiss as deep as possible while Sihtric moaned into your mouth and squeezed your buttocks with such force it bruised your skin.

The elevator came to a halt at the eleventh floor, and Sihtric lowered you down before the doors could open. You felt the ground beneath your feet as soon as the elevator bell sounded and you grabbed Sihtric's arm to pull him with you immediately once the doors opened. You almost tripped over your own feet because of the haste you were in, but Sihtric caught you in time and pulled you flush against him while he pushed you to walk backwards to the room.

'Eager,' Sihtric chuckled and kissed you intensely again.

Your back hit the door of your hotel room and, while Sihtric kissed you, your hands searched the pockets of his sweatpants for the keycard, but you felt something much more exciting and began to rub his hard cock instead.

'Back pocket,' he murmured and pushed his hips into yours.

You reached for his back pocket and fished out the card, then turned to swipe the key, but before you could open the door Sihtric had already shoved your skirt up and pressed his clothed arousal against your ass, while you were trapped between his body and the door. You smiled and pushed your behind back against his crotch, which earned you a low chuckle from Sihtric and then you finally pushed open the door. You both almost fell into the room and Sihtric was fast to kick the door shut behind him, then picked you up and threw you on the bed.

'I wanna fuck you so hard,' he breathed while mounted on top of you, lips lightly touching while he grinded his hips against yours, 'lovingly though,' he chuckled.

'Then fuck me hard, Sihtric,' you whispered with a smile and teasingly traced his jaw with your fingertips, 'lovingly or not.'

The next morning you woke up in Sihtric's arms, and you both figured you needed a shower after you ended up having sex once again the night before.

'You go first,' Sihtric murmured, still half asleep.

'No, you can go,' you smiled while you tried to keep your eyes open.

'Well,' Sihtric said and paused to yawn, 'maybe we should shower together then.'

'Maybe we should,' you giggled, your hands roaming his naked body under the sheets.

'Oh, you want it to be that kind of a shower?' Sihtric smiled, then rolled over and picked you up in his arms with ease and carried you into the fancy bathroom.

'Should we… film something?' you asked almost shyly.

'Do you want to?'

'Yeah, I mean now that I won't get paid for that photoshoot, you know,' you shrugged lightly, 'I need to earn some money.'

Yesterday after dinner, and after another wild sex adventure, Sihtric had told you that you should consider making exclusive content for your OnlyFans, while also making stuff on your own terms and selling it to the studio you have a contract with. That is exactly what Sihtric did and it worked for him, being in control of his own footage and who he works with while also having a safe environment to work in. It was a new way of working for you and you needed to get the hang of it, and you figured why not make a short video with Sihtric as your first exclusive OnlyFans content, as the demand for you two together was clearly there.

Sihtric was up for it, without a doubt, and he was quick to grab his tripod and the camera he always travelled with and used to shoot his own footage whenever he felt like it. Within minutes he had it set up and rolling, starting the shoot with you from behind, completely naked and sensually leaning in to feel if the running water had a pleasurable temperature. And everything that followed after was just as hot and steamy as you hoped it would be, and only a few hours later you had the ten minute long video uploaded to you page, which quickly gained the interest of many and you saw the number of your paid subscribers increase with each passing minute.

And so you figured that maybe Sihtric was right. Maybe this would be a good way for you to work and make money while still enjoying it, as you had full control over who you decided to work with, if with anyone. Because, like Sihtric, you could also just make solo content. And with that newfound motivation and confidence, you went home the next afternoon, after having shared the bed with Sihtric a few more times though.

'Thanks for everything,' you said after he had dropped you off at your home, 'for looking after me and helping me and all that. It means a lot.'

'Anytime,' Sihtric smiled, 'you take it easy. Focus on making your own content and I promise you will be just fine. And only work with those you are comfortable with, okay?'

'Like you?' you chuckled.

'Sure, like me,' he laughed softly, 'I'm always just a text away, sweetheart,' he said and pulled you in for a hug, then kissed your cheek to say goodbye and you promised each other to stay in touch this time.

While you and Sihtric texted on a regular basis since your trip, you found out after a few weeks that your OnlyFans content wasn't just popular amongst the porn consumers, but suddenly a lot of fellow adult movie stars wanted to work with you privately as well. And one of them being very persistent was Masema. Masema was all about making money, and he knew that right now you were one of the people who he could make a lot of money with. You knew he wanted to work with you again ever since that movie you made with him, but it seemed that after he saw your short video with Sihtric, and the success it had, he had only gotten more eager. 

He suggested shooting at least two videos, one for his page and one for your own, and maybe some explicit photos as well. You liked his idea and you couldn't lie either, you wouldn't mind shooting some footage with him, so you decided to accept his request. You met him a few weeks later at his insanely fancy house again, while dressed in one of your signature short skirts with knee high boots and a faux leather crop top.

'It's good to see you again,' Masema flirted right away with his soft spoken voice as you both had a seat on that famous loungeset near his pool.

'Good to see you too,' you smiled and couldn't hide a faint blush on your cheeks.

He looked insanely good, as always, wearing tight black jeans and a black shirt. You didn't feel the same way about Masema as you felt about Sihtric, but you weren't completely unaffected by his good looks and his smooth voice either. And Masema clearly knew the effect he had on basically every lady he met with for work, and he used it to his advantage. He thought you were hot, but he wasn't in love with you, yet he'd go out of his way to try and make you believe you were the only one for him to make you want him more and more. And so he lightly brushed his fingers against your arms and shoulders while you had some small talk, setting you on fire with each touch and making you so desperately needy for him.

'So you're good with the idea?' Masema made sure to double check.

'Two videos, right?' you recalled, 'one blowjob, which will be exclusively for my page, and one of us just fucking for your page, right?'

'Yeah,' Masema nodded, 'that should do it.'

You agreed and Masema took your hand, 'So what are you up for first, pretty girl?'

'I think we should film that sex video first because we both know you're going to ruin my make-up when you shove your cock down my throat,' you said deadpan, to which you both burst into laughter seconds after.

'Yeah, I'll apologise in advance for making you cry,' Masema said softly and took your chin as he leaned in, 'but you do look so fucking sexy all ruined by me like that,' he trailed his fingers down to your neck, 'and it makes me so fucking hard.'

'Shouldn't you save that talk for the video?' you purred.

'We better start filming then,' Masema murmured with a cheeky smile.

He took your hand and led you back inside and up the stairs. He had a large spare room set up, from where he filmed most of his videos, and it had a comfortable looking bed and a large couch against the wall. The entire room was painted a fresh white and it was cleaner than a dentist's office, which showed you how professional Masema actually was underneath his rugged and stern look.

'I'm surprised to see no chains and leather stuff,' you chuckled as Masema switched the camera on which he had set up already.

'I got another room for that, gorgeous,' Masema smiled, 'but I know you're not into that, or at least not as experienced yet, so I have no business taking you there.'

'You have another room?'

'Yeah,' he scoffed with a laugh, 'why do you think I have so many bedrooms? I have one room that's just where I sleep, and all the other bedrooms are more or less different sets for shooting at home.'

'You don't really shoot at studios then?' you frowned.

'Absolutely not,' Masema shook his head, 'I did it with you that one time, but it's not something I usually do because I want to be in full control of what I do. And as soon as I got well known and respected enough to be in control of that, I designed every room here to be a different space. This industry is nasty, sweetheart,' he sighed, 'it's better to be in control of your own footage, trust me.'

'Y-yeah,' you cleared your throat and sat down on the large bed, 'Sihtric told me the same thing. He also prefers to make his own content.'

'Sihtric,' Masema mumbled, 'yeah, he got his business well arranged too it seems. But you know all about that, don't you?' he smirked.

'What's that supposed to mean?' you chuckled.

'We all saw that livestream you did with him,' he said as he neared you, 'and that shower video you uploaded a few weeks ago. I gotta ask… are you two dating?'

'What? No,' you blushed, 'we're not dating.'

'You make a lot of footage together.'

'Yeah, but… we're not dating. He's been helping me set up a safer place too, like you did here for yourself. He's looking out for me, you know?'

'That's kind of him,' Masema said half-heartedly.

'Yeah,' you smiled, 'he really is the sweetest guy I know. No offence.'

'Well, fuck,' Masema laughed, 'you're in love with him, aren't you?'

'Oh, shut up,' you laughed and slapped his muscular chest.

'Fine,' he leaned in, smoothly taking your chin again, 'you could belong to me, you know?' he lied.

Masema was not a guy to settle down, but he enjoyed knowing he could probably steal a girl away from someone. And Sihtric was competition in the business, so if he could hurt him somehow, he'd do it.

'I don't belong to anyone, Masema,' you said quietly while your heart skipped a beat at his touch.

'I don't care if you belong to someone or don't,' he whispered and traced your lips with his thumb, 'because regardless, I'll make you forget about everyone else when I fuck you.'

Masema smiled darkly and winked, then moved away to start filming while you moved off the bed and took your position on his white couch, leaning back relaxed and seductively to welcome him over. Masema joined you by sitting next to you, and you started off easy by making out sloppily until he had you so needy, you sat in his lap and grinded his thigh desperately, to which he smiled darkly once again. He truly had corrupted you that first time, making your shy and innocent side disappear as soon as he kissed you, seeing you change into the needy girl you were for him, and he loved it.

'Good girl,' Masema smiled as he looked up at you, sitting back with his arms spread across the backrest, just watching how you tried to get off on your own.

'Please,' you whined after a few minutes, 'Masema,' you breathed, 'fuck me, please.'

'Beg for it,' he said sternly and didn't move an inch.

You then moved off him and down on the floor in front of him, looking up with pleading eyes as Masema got up and towered over you. He took your chin firmly as he leaned in.

'I said beg.'

'Please,' you mumbled with a dazed smile, 'fuck me, please.'

'Good girl,' he whispered, 'take off my belt.'

He stood back as you obeyed, taking off his belt and unbuttoning his jeans while your mouth nearly watered, but you knew you couldn't suck him off now, you had to save that for later. There was no oral pleasure planned for this video, just sex.

Masema took off his shirt and you kissed your way up his toned torso, leaving red lipstick smudges all over his skin and he picked you up before you could kiss his lips again. He threw you on his bed and tore your panties off along with your skirt. He grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards the end of the bed where he stood, and he wrapped his hand around your throat pleasantly while he pulled his cock out and spat on his hand before he gave himself a few good strokes.

'Beg,' Masema said curtly.

'Fuck me, please,' you said with your cheeky laugh as you squirmed desperately on the sheets, 'please.'

You spread your legs for him, and he teasingly slapped your wet pussy with his hard cock a few times before he entered you. You arched your back and moaned with pleasure as soon as he began to thrust into you so deeply, easing you into it at first, but before you knew it he fucked you so hard into the mattress with his hand still wrapped around your throat and the other holding your waist almost bruisingly as he had his way with you.

'Fuck,' you moaned, 'ah, god, yes, fuck me.'

'You dirty slut,' Masema growled and only went harder while you clenched the sheets in your hands, not holding back or having to fake any moans and gasps while you were ravaged in all the right ways until you could barely remember your own name.

You climaxed fast but Masema kept going, promising he'd make you cum twice while he continued to ravage you. He tossed you around the bed, taking you in different positions and spanking your ass multiple times.

'I'm going to cum again,' you whined as he fucked you hard and fast.

'I told you,' he breathed, 'that's okay, sweetheart, cum for me.'

'Fuck, fuck,' you nearly screamed and clawed at the pillows your face was pressed into, 'oh, please, fuck.'

'That's it,' Masema moaned, 'that's it, that's it, cum for me.'

You came with another loud moan and Masema pulled out shortly after, he stroked his cock almost violently while he pulled you to sit up and he grabbed your face with his free hand.

'Open,' he said with a low grunt.

You did what he asked while still half dazed and allowed him to cum on your tongue as you had stuck it out for him.

'Good fucking girl,' Masema said hoarsely as he stroked himself through his high, and he then kissed you before he switched off the camera.

In between filming that first video and the second one, Masema took good care of you by making sure you were all cleaned up and comfortable while you both recovered. You were dressed in one of his comfortable oversized shirts while Masema wore his black jeans again. You had made your way downstairs to the kitchen together, where he made you some "dinner". You quietly looked at the salad he was preparing as you sat on one of the barstools, and you suddenly missed the pizza and tacos you had with Sihtric after you had sex with him that afternoon you had walked away from the photoshoot.

Masema was very kind and wanted you to be comfortable, but you secretly longed to be with Sihtric now. Masema was not as lighthearted and also very strict about his working out and diet, while your other co-star was just as good looking and not strict at all. With Sihtric it was always comfortable and you could truly be yourself, but Masema's personality was so different that you always felt you had to stay in work-mode around him, so you never really had any deep conversations or got to know each other better. Which was fine too, but you couldn't resist texting Sihtric to let him know Masema was making you a salad while you missed the fast food you had shared in the hotel weeks ago.

To your disappointment Sihtric didn't reply and left you on read, which was an odd thing for him to do because he usually replied within minutes. You tried to not think much about it and, luckily, Masema was nice looking company too so you just observed him while he served the food. You both ate in silence, which was almost awkward, and after that you helped him load the dishwasher which was just as awkward. And the time you spent together in his living room was just as awkward for you as the previous moments had been. You and Masema had chemistry during sexual activities, but other than that there was genuinely no vibe.

'So, ready to shoot?' Masema asked about an hour later, much to your relief.

'Ready when you are,' you smiled.

You went upstairs again and both undressed, and you shot what was probably the sloppiest blowjob you had ever given someone in your life. The result was filthy but you were proud, because you knew this would earn you some good money. You both fixed yourself up separately and got dressed again, but as you wanted to leave you both suddenly saw the weather outside had turned rather dangerous as rain and wind was gushing forcefully.

'It's not safe to drive,' Masema said as he stood in the front door with you, 'you should stay until it clears up.'

'But that's tomorrow morning,' you said and showed him the weather app on your phone.

Masema was quiet for a moment as he stared in the dark distance, mindlessly tracing his fingers across his bare chest.

'Well,' he said softly, 'I guess it's better to stay the night then.'

You agreed, not entirely reluctantly, but you'd rather sleep in your own bed. Or with Sihtric. And the difference between both men became evident again once you laid in bed together, on the opposite sides of the mattress and with your backs turned to each other after having said good night.

You grabbed your phone and saw there was still no response from Sihtric, which unsettled you. You decided to upload the video that was shot for you OnlyFans, so it could spread across the viewers while you were asleep, and you tried to go to sleep then. You tossed and turned in bed for a while as Masema was already snoring next to you, and you grabbed your phone again after a few long minutes, checking to see if Sihtric had texted you back already. But there still wasn't any reply, and with a lump in your throat you decided to text him again.

You: thinking of you, handsome xx

You saw Sihtric read your message immediately upon sending, as he was in his own bed, contemplating to text you before you reached out again. He ached, badly, knowing that you had been with Masema that night and having seen the video you shared had simply crushed him. He knew it was just work, and that's all it was, but he couldn't get over it and it frustrated him beyond words. Maybe this business wasn't for him anymore, he pondered before he finally wrote you back, and then threw his phone across the room and cried himself to sleep.

Your eyes teared up when Sihtric's message appeared, and you wept silently while you laid next to Masema in the dark and quiet room.

Sihtric: missing you deeply, angel, so much I feel it could kill me.

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[suzukiblu]

who is match?

That . . . is a slightly complicated question, friend, because he keeps getting either retconned or getting given VERY alternate origins, hah. When I'M talking about him, I'm usually talking about specifically this version:

THAT Match is the OG version from the nineties, who was created by the Agenda as a clone of Superboy and meant to be the first draft/test run of a line of metahuman clone soldiers they wanted to produce to, like, sell to the highest bidder. He's an asshole who insists that he has no free will and therefore can't be enslaved while VERY CLEARLY BEING A PERSON WITH FREE WILL WHO IS BEING ENSLAVED, and the Agenda mostly trots him out to pretend to be Superboy and fuck with Project Cadmus or the superhero community in general or just try to murder Superboy/Young Justice/whoever they're annoyed with this week, I guess. His whole thing is he's better-educated than Superboy and knows more about literally everything but especially how their powers work, because he got the full education uploads (AND THE FULL INDOCTRINATION UPLOADS, JUST SAYIN') while Superboy got yanked out of his own cloning tube early and saved from . . . well, at least SOME of the mind control that Cadmus was gonna stuff in his head. SOME of it.

( goddammit, Lex )

This Match considers Superboy obsolete and himself as a better, updated version of their design, and again, is way better-educated and better with their powers. He is also way less creative and self-motivated, however, which tends to bite him in the ass when Superboy decides to get batshit in their fights. Like, that's generally how Superboy beats him, when he does: he just does something absolutely fucking STUPID and it works because Match is thinking "no one would actually be that stupid--oh my GOD how are you THIS STUPID?!?!"

Later on for no apparent reason they decided to have him genetically degrade and go Bizarro in Teen Titans, which annoyed the fuck out of me because it's actually the literal worst possible thing you could do to a character who prides themselves on being an improved design and more intelligent than their rival/enemy/foil, but like . . . the narrative was not really examining that, from what I know of it, the narrative was just "oh Bizarro Superboy is here to upset/freak out everybody while Kon is dead and also now he's being mind-controlled by an asshole and the good guys are . . . fine with that? for some reason??" and just . . . sigh. SIGH. And then he gets fucking murdered and used for scrap parts to make MORE Superboy clones, which oh my god, fucking horrifying TOO and YET . . .

Though apparently in Rebirth, he's alive again and they've semi-redone his origin and made him a clone of Superboy that Amanda Waller has inexplicably managed to produce and even more inexplicably somehow uploaded all of Kon's memories into? Somehow?? And is forcing to work on the Suicide Squad for her, because fuck Amanda Waller, jfc. And for a while in there he thought he WAS Kon, because like, how the fuck would he have known different. So that was fun for him to find out about, I guess! Especially because he ALSO started to Bizarro-degenerate about five seconds into that particular realization.

FYI KON HAS TRIED TO SAVE THIS BOY SO MANY TIMES AND IT HAS NEVER WORKED. NEVER. IT KILLS ME.

Also he seems to have inherited Kon's thing for older women along with his presumable memories, cough cough cough.

And ALSO there's a version of Match in Young Justice Animated who is actually OLDER than Conner, because he was directly cloned from purely Kryptonian DNA and then failed as a weapon because he wasn't controllable, and Project Kr was created as a hybridized clone after he became too unmanageable to use. He's apparently just full-stop psychotically violent due to shitty mental conditioning and instability in his Kryptonian DNA, and very much unbalanced, which is waaaaay different than the more calculating and educated version we first got in the comics.

It actually low-key makes me insane that they apparently just decided to make a character who was all uncontrollable violence and rage and just, like . . . never revisit him or actually HELP him despite the fact that he is EXPLICITLY both mentally AND physically compromised and therefore can't really be considered to be, you know, an informed asshole making informed asshole decisions any more than Conner was when his pod first got cracked. Project Match is a fucking baby who's had a very shit excuse for a "life" and has been CONDITIONED to respond violently AND is effectively suffering from a genetic disorder, but we're just gonna . . . ignore that, I guess . . . and punish him for it? I guess?? For being how he was made and not having the mental capacity to figure out how to be anything else in the, like, thirty fucking seconds of actual consciousness the series allows him??

And I am just not gonna talk about what they did to him in the tie-in comic, hahaha. FUCK that tie-in comic.

( one day I will write fix-it fic for you, YJ Animated Match. one day. I AM COMING FOR YOU. BE STRONG. )

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Poser // Lina Magull

a/n: based off this request. Enjoy:)

You loved to take pictures since your childhood. It didn‘t matter If it was the sky, a tree, an animal or anything. Everything was perfect for a picture, you just had to have the right perspective (and some editing skills).

So as many people you turned your passion in to your job. You even had your own photo gallery and were internationally known.

Let’s just say, you did your job damn well.

A few years ago though, you got a job offer - Bayern Munich - you couldn‘t say no. How could you? Sports photographer? You loved it.

You met the staff members the first day in to your new job, they were all super nice and welcoming, thankfully the language barrier wasn‘t as difficult - you had been in Germany often enough to have a nice conversation. It made it easier to feel comfortable and like Munich could be your home for the next few years.

You didn‘t meet the team until the recovery training after their first game of the season. Alexander Straus introduced you so no one would wonder why you were traveling with the team or that you‘ll send them pictures in a high quality of them to upload on their social media.

And that‘s how you met your girlfriend. Lina Magull.

The moment she saw you, she was intrigued by your beauty and your work.

It didn‘t take her long to ask you out and eventually to be her girlfriend. Strong years as a couple ahead of you.

-

It was a hot summer day, pre-season had officially started and everybody was full with new energy.

You trailed along the pitch where the girls did their drills, your camera at the ready. The lightning was great, it made your job a lot easier and you wouldn’t have to edit too much later on. Taking more pictures of the new signings then of the rest was normal at the pre-season time. It was your job to present new players and enchant fans. But you took many pictures of everyone in general.

"Liebe! Soll ich für dich posen?" the german yelled as she saw you frowning at your camera, the typical wrinkle between your brows, biting your lip in concentration. As respond you lifted your camera, looking through it. The midfielder loved to pose for you, it didn‘t matter If it was on the pitch or behind closed doors, she enjoyed seeing you work. Two birds with one stone.

She started off with a few jumps, her arms stretching in all directions, then some dance moves. Slow dance, party moves as if strangers were around and moves as If she was wasted and with you and/or her friends. Your finger was almost constantly clicking on the camera's shutter button. There will definitely be some really good pictures.

Some girls even joined her and started to dance the Macarena dance. It was funny as hell.

The Munich girls respected you, not only because you were Linas (long term) girlfriend, but also because you were funny and sweet. As well they liked the pictures you took of them. You had a good instinct for the camera, years of practice, and also a good human instinct, you knew which pictures the girls liked of themselves and which they didn't, without them ever seeing some of the pictures. That’s what made you and your talent special. That little certain something, your own style hidden in every picture, your signature touch. You were an important part of the team.

"Are there any good pictures, my love?" the german asked, wrapping her arm around your waist. When did she get to you?

"I think so, they‘re always great when you‘re there" you giggled, winking. "Such a flirt" she laughed before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "hey! you are just photogenic" you chuckled, clicking rapidly on the camera to annoy her, yourself going down in crazy positions to 'get the right angle' as she already did new poses; kissie faces, heart shapes out of her hands.

"You‘re a total poser" you chuckled, refering to one of your favorite marvel movies. "You did not just use a Black Widow quote on me, did you?!" she yelled, walking backwards to her team mates, her eyes still on you.

"What If I did?"

The german always mocked you for the love you had for the marvel universe yet secretly enjoying the times were you would force or beg her to watch them with you. The excitement your eyes held as she gave in. She even cried watching Endgame (who wouldn‘t??)

To make you happy and laugh, your girlfriend jumped up before landing in the typical Black Widow pose which she corrected slightly on the floor. You immediately lifted the camera and took a photo. Only one. It would have ruined the moment if you had taken several, somehow you knew that it was the photo.

You couldn‘t help yourself but whisper, "such a poser" one of the most iconic lines of the one and only Yelena Belova.

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While the girls were in the gym, you connected your camera to your laptop about to finish your job for today. You edited the important pics and sent them to the respective player. Editing does take a certain amount of time so the remaining pictures would get your attention at home on the couch or the bed, something comfy.

The knock on your office door pulled you out of your daydreams, your girlfriend standing in the frame "Ready to go home?" she asked. You answered with a nod and grabbed your belongings before walking out of your office, your fingers interwining with the midfielders.

At home, the two of you watched some random football match, the brunette laying exhausted on your chest while your hand massaged her scalp. As soft snores filled the room, you looked at your phone - the picture of your favorite girl in the Widow pose as your new backround. No editing needed, the picture was perfect just as you had predicted.

Maybe one day there‘ll be a special Lina Magull exhibition in your gallery - you definitely had a lot of perfect pictures of your favorite poser.

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translation:

Liebe - love

Soll ich für dich posen? - Do you want me to pose for you?

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[mixterglacia]

CONTENT WARNING: Vivziepop Critical/ Stolitz Critical below the cut.

This episode made me incredibly angry, so it's not going to be as well structured as I try to manage.

TL;DR The pacing and tone was a horrible mess, and this should have been split into at least two episodes to pull this off.

To start, we prove in the first five minutes how little these two actually know each other. They're surprised by very simple things and I don't like that. It tells me that neither of them, but especially Stolas, EVER asked about the other's interests. Cool, that's good to know I was right about that the whole time.

Blitz is WILDLY out of character in the bulk of this episode. I LOATHE how he's waiting on Stolas hand and foot. If we're being honest, he'd probably just say "figure it out yourself" and focus on his life, business, and daughter. Why are we always having to baby Stolas' feelings? It feels like he's the only one allowed to actually be doted on. (In a non-humorous way.)

And now he remembers Via? Sure, just run off without thinking about your family. You have never let that stop you before. And now Stella is being cartoonishly evil in front of her daughter? We've never had it proven that she's a bad mother. In fact, from what Via states later, that's the case! I really think they have no idea on how to be subtle with her.

In a similar vein to the moment with Blitz watching the family later. You didn't need to tell us who he was imagining in that window. The moment worked without you punching it down our throats.

Likewise with Millie's pregnancy. I wish they'd left that as an open thread, rather than taking time to fully confirm it. Like maybe all the way up to the point where she went into the bathroom and left looking a little fucked up? That way it can be an engaging thing to return to in S3.

The non-drama parts of the episode (especially the first five minutes) dragged HARD. They gutted any emotional moments and just felt like padding for the runtime.

I am so annoyed at the way this show is trying to lessen what Stolas did.

HE CHEATED ON HIS WIFE. HE DESTROYED HIS FAMILY. HE ABANDONED HIS DAUGHTER. HE IS A TERRIBLE MAN WHO GETS EVERYTHING HE WANTS BECAUSE THE SHOW BABIES HIM.

This is not some cute little quirk. His wife was never implied to cheat on him first. She was a bitch, but she didn't do anything to deserve this. I can't stress enough that if you showed her playing around too, it would immediately solve most of the hypocrisy with this.

Trying to weasel around that by Blitz trying to say cheating really so bad is fucking gross. It's not like they had an open relationship and Stella got jealous. Stolas is a slimeball. He doesn't deserve Blitz. He doesn't deserve Via.

He hasn't earned any of this.

While it came out of nowhere, the Via song is STELLAR. As a product of divorce, she owes her father nothing. She deserves to feel so hurt and betrayed.

"My tears won't fall upon your shoulder...I'll just get older and you'll only know my name." Hit me like a truck.

So imagine my outrage when we aren't allowed to sit and think about her feelings for more than a few seconds after the song. We aren't allowed to focus on her pain. If they staged a sequence between the number and her finding her dad's pills, I think it would work better.

Or even uploading the song by itself. But no. You have to CONSTANTLY remind us to feel bad for the stupid fucking owl. Feel bad because he's depressed. Feel bad because he's trapped in the same loveless marriage as his wife. But don't feel bad for her because she's a bitch.

Fuck. Off.

My dad was manic depressive, that doesn't mean he got to treat our family the way he did. Stolas didn't even think about her before throwing his life away over his booty call.

This show has so much potential that it just squanders. There are two different series being forced together and it doesn't work. You have the comedy series shoved into the same sweater as the soap opera. They aren't mutually exclusive, but truly the team seems incapable of making this work.

I'm done.

This isn't even fun to critique anymore.

If folks want my opinions on future Helluva Boss content, you'll have to directly ask me to watch the piece in question. I'm still going to give S2 of Hotel a shot, but as far as this?

I'm throwing in the towel. Of the two, I was so excited for Helluva. I loved the characters, I loved the idea, and I truly loved the first couple episodes.

But that show doesn't exist anymore.

Once again, I'm going to take a moment to remind you all:

You are allowed to love this series. I am just a dude on the internet. I am not trying to change your mind. I am not trying to ruin your fun. If you love it, that's awesome. I am so happy you found something that sings to your soul.

Don't let me harsh your buzz. Okay?

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - The Council

Hey @spotaus !! Get in here :D We going!

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Also. Did you guys know? We are nearing the end? wild right? We are very close... And then the drabble series is over.

And then it is a matter of time before i take the time to edit everything and make it into an actual series to upload to my AO3.

But that is for later.

For now?

Story time.

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Dream checks the room again. He had been setting things up for this meeting and it is all perfect!

He hears a groan behind him as Red huffs “Dude is more charged than normal.”

Core mutters much softer “I think he is fine? I don’t know why he is… like this.”

Red snorts “He didn’t tell you?”

Core is silent for a bit before speaking even softer “No… he doesn’t really… talk to me anymore.”

Red laughs and says something but Dream can’t quite hear what he says to the child.

Not that it matters. Today is going to be the day!

They just had one more meeting planned!

Ink rushes to his side “Everything is ready!” he grins as he looks around “So… is Blue here yet?”

Dream raises a brow at him “No he is helping some of others get here. Get the news for this meeting around even more…” Dream shoots Ink a look as Ink looks a bit too casual for his taste. Dream may need to start and try wingmanning again but that is for later. After he had time to talk with Ink about this. But most importantly! After this meeting!

This… This is too important.

Dream needs them to be nice to him. Dream promised him he would make sure to do what he can to make sure this went well.

Dream honestly doesn’t even care of the others are comfortable. They just need to be nice to Nightmare. After everything.

He needs it.

So he needs this to be perfect.

He hums as he checks the snacks and the chairs. Enough for everyone. Okay!

Dream smiles and looks around. There are still a few guests missing before he can message the others that everything is ready-

A portal opens and Blue walks out with a happy wave. Classic joins him with a yawn “Why am I here again?”

Blue grins “It is a very important meeting!”

Classic shoots him a glance “I thought I already said I had no interest in like… god decisions and stuff?”

Blue laughs and grins cheeky “oh don’t worry. This is just an announcement! But it is important everyone learns!” and Blue leads him to one of the open chairs. Classic and Red greet each other and talk a bit about hanging out soon.

Dream nods and glances around. Error is already in his spot and seems to make sure people aren’t sitting in some of the seats. All according to plan.

More people show up and everyone gets comfortable. It takes a while longer but then Reaper also shows up with the true hermit out of all of them. Geno looks unamused as he unhappily sits in his own seat. He however does do a two fingered salute towards Error who does one back. Fresh sits down near the other and Geno just shoots him an annoyed look.

Dream does a quick headcount before sending Dust the message before he gets up and smiles “Hey everyone! Thank you all so much for showing up today. I know it was a short notice and appreciate everyone making time.”

Red yawns as he looks bored “Not like much changes for most of us. Timeloops.”

Razz glares at him “Stop being rude!” he huffs and looks expecting at Dream.

Dream smiles as he puts his hands behind him “I have great news! My brother has been found and is well! He and his gang are on their way to speak to all of you.”

Chaos.

And Dream just keeps smiling. He can see Blue snicker and Classic shoot him curious looks. Geno however just looks expecting at Reaper and Reaper grins back at him.

Dream holds up a hand and smiles “I understand some of you are nervous. For this I would like everyone to settle down and listen. Before anything else… I need to tell you a story. One that is from long ago. I need you to remember. Nightmare had been helping the multiverse. We both had duties. Ones we never choice and just tried our best to follow.”

Now… His part.

Dream takes a deep breath as he starts speaking “A long time ago… There was a tree and a guardian. The tree was not just any tree. The tree bore very special fruit. The fruit of legends were told to hold the emotions and magic of the multiverse. The tree had a loyal guardian. Her name had been Nim. She stood guard by the tree every day of her existence. Guarding it as the tree filtered in and out emotions.”

“As time went by. She grew lonely and wished to not be alone. She pulled her magic and used a tiny bit of magic of the tree. With effort she created a small tree spirit, then the tree spirit split of part of itself. Which formed a second spirit. Nim held both beings of magic and emotions and named them. The eldest she named Dream. The younger she named Nightmare.”

Dream had decided against sharing the obvious favouritism of Nim. Not when it would be obvious in subtext. Speaking too directly may just cause them to search for even more hidden meanings. This way they will make their own conclusions.

“She tried to make forms for them but nothing seemed to work. The energies of the two spirits too strong to be contained in any simple form. So she let them exist as they were for now. “

“Then one day… a human came to the tree. Making demands for a fruit to gain its powers. After  along drawn out fight Nim managed to slay the human, but had been mortally wounded herself.”

Dream frowns as he continues the story “In her last moments. She searched the multiverse. And found a form which would fit well enough. A body of a lot of positivity. Strong of will and wants. Motivated. She gave the body to both of us before becoming one with the tree.” as Dream tells the story he can see a few of them frown. Connecting the dots there. The fact that both of them had been giving positive bodies. Bodies that clearly only would fit one of the twin.

Dream takes a deep breath as he continues “The two of us. Were now the new guardians. We would stay with the tree and keep watch. We had a connection to the emotions of the tree and could still feel Nim within.” A moment of silence and then he says the next part “We had been watching and learning for four years after all.”

Clearer frowns. Some clear distress.

Dream continues “And for a while. It was fine. We watched the tree. The tree sheltered us and we slept between the roots. Then one day…” his hands form fists “People settled near the tree. They made a town. A village.”

The hardest part.

“At first they seemed interested and understanding. Being willing to let our tree be and respectful. But… as I spend day after day in the village. helping them as I could. I did not realise that they had a wrong idea of how we were. Who we were. They saw me as the one responsible for the emotions of positivity. They saw Nightmare as the being responsible for negativity.” He makes sure to stare them down. Make them see how similar they had all been to that. How he himself had been similar to those creatures. It is hard to talk about the trauma. To put it into words. But it needs to happen. And he is not going to make them all read the book.

“Over time. They held me responsible for all things positive. Expecting me to do everything. Expecting me to work day after day. Moving things. Planting things. Cleaning things. Because I was supposed to be positivity. I was supposed to help them.” he stares Core down “I was supposed to do just whatever they wanted because that made them happy.” They flinch. Good.

He stares back at the others “My brother? They held him responsible for everything negative. If someone got sick. If the harvest wasn’t good. If someone got a failing grade… if someone died.” He glares “He was never responsible for it. But no one would believe him. And I was unaware.”

He looks to the side for a moment “Then one day. As I was drugged to make sure I slept. They attacked the tree. The very tree my brother was still defending. They ended up mortally wounding him. and in a moment of desperation. He ate an apple.” One second before “We were six.”

Dream sighs as he continues “The apple gave Nightmare powers he was never supposed to have. And he defeated those threatening the tree. I found him after. Still unaware and unknowing. Not having any of the information. I just could not understand why my brother would harm those nice people in the village.” he grins “After all. Why would I see people who make a child work see as evil? If our very mother also decided to give us jobs much larger than we should have ever had?”

He sighs “Our mother was gone. Most of the villagers dead. Nightmare having at this point eaten most of the apples. One remained. I picked it up.” he places a hand on his sternum “My being absorbed it.” He only has one apple. “And with it… that was it. The tree and apples were gone.”

He continues on. Now a lot calmer “Most of what happened after is generally known. I got turned into stone and years went by. My brother, having gotten the powers of a god, took up his role and job as guardian of stability seriously. As that is what the tree had been about. The tree was about keeping balance. And Nightmare, immediately figured out he would have to keep balance now. And he did. He travelled the universe to manually balance everything instead of the apples just doing the work passively.”

And he lets the story end.

Geno frowns at him “And when you broke out. You misunderstood. You didn’t have all the facts yourself and made the very same assumptions those people made in the past. And tried to fix it. only to unbalance things further.”

Dream nods “correct.”

Classic frowns at him as well “So… why share now.”

Dream grins a tiny bit “Because there is one last very important detail that is different between us. My brother, transformed thanks to the apples into who he was and was known as. He gained the powers and form he needed to do his work as god of balance. I myself. First broke out of stone and spend time in our old AU to grow into who I am today before I joined my twin in the multiverse.”

It is Fresh who figures it out first. His glasses change to ‘wait?!’ as he shoots upright “Yo dog you mean?” the others seem to connect the dots themselves.

Dream grins and looks at the door “They are up to date.”

And the door opens.

Killer walks in with a large grin. His arms holding a very tiny skeleton. Nightmare seems to be wearing an oversized hoody. Seems like the gang decided to go for emotional manipulation after all. Oh well. That is their choice.

Silence as Killer walks over to the table and pulls a chair out. Cross joins his side and puts down a bit of a booster seat. Nightmare pulls a face and looks unhappy. Killer chuckles and grins at him “Sorry tiny boss. It is either the booster or lap.” Nightmare stares at the chair and sighs but nods.

Killer puts him in his seat and Nightmare is still clearly a bit too short for the table but it works. Killer sits next to him and Cross joins Killer’s other side. Dust sits on Nightmare’s other side and checks him. Nightmare pulls a face again but Dust just makes sure that Nightmare is comfortable.

Dream smiles brightly as the others all stare “Nightmare. Never grew past the age of six. The age he had been mortally wounded. Meaning. That when the apples disappeared. He returned to that age.”

Dream honestly thinks this is going very well.

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The meeting eventually got started and Dust only watches bored. Everyone had asked the normal questions and Dream had kept the conversation going. Reinforcing that yes. The gang are now Nightmare’s guardians and will remain his guardians. Nightmare had picked a new domain for his godhood and what it had included.

Meanwhile Dust just kept busy with Nightmare. Nightmare had very quickly looked bored and muttered that he was happy they never wasted their time with this stupid meeting. Dust had snorted because he could see that some of the others had visibly melted at Nightmare’s soft spoken voice.

Lavander specifically had seemed ready to launch himself across the table. Especially as Killer had just smirked at him and nodded as if he confirmed something.

Dust however just checks Nightmare as Nightmare works on some of his assignments. Nightmare has a tiny adorable thinking frown on his face and he is slowly but surely starting to stick his tongue slightly out in concentration.

Honestly some of the noises and coos are a bit much in Dust’s opinion but he won’t mention it. Nightmare hadn’t noticed and still seemed comfortable and that is what mattered.

Dream smiles brightly “and I believe that concludes the meeting. Any other notes?”

Lavander grins widely and his hand shoots up. waiting.

Dream blinks but smiles “Yes Lavender?”

Lavander grins “Now that this is in the open I can share a bit of knowledge I have had for a while.” One of the others mutters about the whore not knowing anything and Lavander grins wider “A while ago. Killer came by my universe.”

Killer blinks and looks shocked while Dust grins. Oh. This whole thing. Nightmare also looks up a bit more curious. Knowing where this is going.

Lavander continues “Something about bringing a special thank you for someone in my universe. After taking care of a child for a bit before his parents were able to get him back.”

The shocked silence amuses Dust as people shoots Nightmare, Killer and Lavander looks.

Lavander looks smug “I assume. That as god of restoration.” He looks at Nightmare “did… did you make it? the flower?”

Nightmare nods and shrugs as he plays with his pencil with tiny bat motive “Your Grillby was nice and helped me with getting me food. I figured it would be a good payment.” He huffs and looks determined “I don’t do debts.”

Dust thinks someone holds a hand on their sternum and Dust gets it. Nightmare is cute.

Lavander smiles brightly “Thank you. It worked perfectly.”

Blue looks at him curiously “What did it do?”

Lavander grins and looks happy “My universe is no longer in heat. The heat cycles are back to normal and we are rebuilding most things as we speak.” And he grins smugly.

Shocked silence as Outer jumps up “But I thought it was like… part of your AU’s code?” he shoots them a look.

Nightmare shakes his skull and speaks softly “Not exactly. The AU says it had to happen. But the way that actually effected them as chemically and stuff. So. It was able to be fixed because it was already unnatural.” He shrugs and mutters softer “Just needed a cure.”

Killer grins as he nuzzles Nightmare before looking at the other with a dangerous glint in his sockets “Of course Nighty. No worries.”

Dust can see Dream call back the attention to him as he continues for a bit about how they are both still settling in their domains and that they are both still learning. That they aren’t responsible for it but just support the very concept. That everyone still has the responsibility to move on or progress or recover themselves.

Dust watches the rest of the meeting and end go and they all stretch and get up. A few people look at them curiously but only Lavander actually walks over.

Lavander and Killer make some small talk before Lavander looks at Nightmare and coos “man. And here I thought I was jealous of him before. But now? It is unfair that Grillby got to meet you and I didn’t.”

Nightmare shrugs as he leans further against Cross “Tried to not be noticed.”

Lavander nods “Fair enough. Probably stressful enough to suddenly lose power. Much less try to navigate multiverse politics. Either way… Thank you. For fixing things. I know it was a thank you but still. Thank you so much.” He smiles

Nightmare blinks and looks to the side before muttering it was just a thank you and not to worry about it. Lavander laughs softly but nods as he walks away with a wave. Off to talk to some of the others.

Dream ends up walking up to them and asking if he and Nightmare can relax for a bit. After a few looks Cross hands Nightmare over to Dream. Who hugs his brother and takes him outside to relax under one of the many trees to just enjoy the environment and sights.

Dust will remain near of course. Just in case.

But Dream and Nightmare eventually both fall asleep. Dream holding Nightmare close and Dsut knows Nightmare is happy and comfortable.

And well.. That was the goal.

To make sure that Nightmare is safe. So he can be happy and comfortable.

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[ghostwrittenmadness]

chapter one- the major//minor archives

does this look familiar? it might!! i've redone the first few chapters of tm//ma to have a smoother start. this chapter is pretty similar but the next few are gonna divert pretty heavily from the original. imo it's worth the reread ! previous masterlist tws: death mention

Clara Grace wasn’t thrilled about the video series. 

Okay, that was harsh. More accurately, she didn’t care for it. It was a neutral standpoint. She wasn’t opposed. If she was, she wouldn’t be here- Kai’s camera in her hands, trying to figure out the settings.

Eliza wouldn’t force her to join a project she wasn’t invested in, everyone got final say on the footage uploaded, and truthfully- the concept was really good. 

People knew objectively that society wasn’t seamlessly merged after the Condensing. But unless they were part of the minimized, most people seemed to believe they’d done all they could. That it was good enough. There were towns and cities dedicated to the minimized, they had jobs and educations- what more could people need?

This video series would help show the crumbling interiors of the tiny towns. How just three years later, they were rapidly decaying. Maybe it could bring to light how unaccessible most of the world was, even well integrated places like Westdale. 

All and all, The Major//Minors was a net positive. But selfishly?

Clara clicked record.

It felt like a bit of an exposé.

“Uh, hey.” She immediately understood Eliza’s struggle to speak to the camera when the taller girl made the first video. All half ass scripts and phrases left Clara’s brain momentarily. She didn’t have Eliza’s bubbly nature to pull this awkwardness off, but maybe post editing would save this. Five seconds in and she was already struggling. “We drew straws, and I’m recording the first vlog- if that’s what we’re calling them. If you didn’t watch the first video, my name is Clara Grace, and I was part of the Condensing when I was seventeen. And now, this is my life as a college student.”

She looked over to the clock.

“I guess I’m taking you along for the day? We should probably get going.”

It was a little awkward recording in public. After a few weird glances, Clara switched over to her phone, hoping her narrations could pass off as a FaceTime call.

“So, I am the only one in my friend group that lives off campus, which on one hand is nice because I live in the Heights. But it also means I have to leave my house two hours before classes start- just to go to a school in the same damn city. Which is,” she sighed, “annoying.” 

She made sure to pan around and take in the views of Westdale Heights. Maybe Eliza could pull together a little montage. The heights were the tiny part of the city, named after the artificially elevated land it sat on. It was on the edge of the main city, but when Clara looked to the distance there were still impossibly high skyscrapers that towered over the area. She made sure to get shots of the broken buildings and cracked streets. Westdale put in a lot of effort to maintain drainage systems in the Heights- a light drizzle often flood everything after all. Unfortunately, nobody accounted for the bad hail storm the city had a year ago. Nothing had been done to repair the aftermath.

She also focused in on the charm of the city. “It’s the little things that make me love it here,” She said. “No pun intended.” 

There was a shop window that had a popsicle stick propped up. The name of the store was written on it in big swirling script, rather than having a sign above the door. Above it, thimbles  sat like flowerpots in the windows. A pizzeria’s outdoor seating comprised of the plastic white “tables” used to prop up regular pizza boxes.  A chocolate store sold Hershey’s by the square, rather than the bar. 

The closer she got to the bus stop for Westdale students, the more the charm of the Heights began to fade. “For those who don’t live in Westdale, or maybe just don’t know, there’s three main zones in the city. Regular ol’ Westdale, the Heights, and the Falls. Welcome, to Westdale Falls.” 

The Falls was the overlap of the two sizes, uniting the city of Westdale. It started at a slope by the edge of the smaller city and continued a few blocks of the larger one. On the larger side were dual sized apartment complexes, restaurants and venues. On her side though, there was less as she approached the border. Clara didn’t know if it was just underdeveloped, or a safety thing. 

There were a ton of signs, letting people know they were reaching the end of the smaller city. They weren’t exactly danger signs, but they seemed like warnings none the less. Clara zoomed in on them as she walked passed. 

“HEIGHTS ENDS HERE.” “YOU ARE LEAVING WESTDALE HEIGHTS.” “WELCOME TO THE FALLS.” “SIZES MERGE SOON.”

When she looked at them for too long, a pit formed in her stomach. The “caution, danger ahead” wasn’t quite unspoken. Instead, she turned her camera forward. “Westdale College has it’s own private bus route that stops in Falls and on campus.” She explained. “It’s underground, pretty cool stuff.”

The station was stuffy inside, with the heat still on from winter despite it being a nice spring day. 

“Most of my traveling is done underground, or in enclosed pathways. Which sucks, on nice days like today. But it makes sense, I guess.”

The bus ride to campus was long, despite it being a direct route. Clara knew she didn’t have it in her to talk to the camera the whole time, so she got a few more montage shots and put her phone down.

Would her family watch Major//Minors? Would they even know to look for it? She hadn’t spoken to them in months, not after her third summer without coming home. 

The guilt kept her up sometimes, but Clara feared visiting would be worse. 

They just- treated her so differently after the condensing. Like she was a fragile infant capable of nothing. 

She wouldn’t tell the camera that, though. How obnoxious. A loving family.

People died after the condensing.

And here Clara was, across the country, running from people who cared for her.

It wasn’t so bad to video chat, and truly she missed them. It just felt like they forgot she was a human sometimes. Yes, she needed help getting from place to place, and that dependence in itself was mortifying. She didn’t also need to be coddled. Growing up she was left to her own devices so often. She’d learned the only person she could rely on was herself. Yet after the Condensing, the very parents who instilled those beliefs in her flipped, suddenly able to provide a suffocating amount of love and care.

Clara’s ideal world was one where she needed nobody. Where she was self sustaining and could live alone. Maybe with a cat. And a wife, but only if she was allowed be the one to cook. The universe, of course, was cruel. Now, she needed people. Unavoidably and desperately. 

How messed up. 

“As you can see, there’s a bit of a difference between the city and campus.” Clara said, panning her camera around the smaller side of campus. “We are no longer underground anymore, but we are still inside. And from now until we leave this part of campus, we will remain inside. But hey! There’s windows- sometimes.”

The smaller side of campus was tucked into one of the classroom buildings. It held the dorms, the minimized dining hall, and classes. There were also dual sized courses and spots to eat, exclusively located in this building. Any event for the entire student body was held here. “There are pathways to get around the building, but if you have two back to back dual sized classes, you do better when you befriend somebody with longer legs.” She explained to the camera. “Like me, so let’s go find them.” 

 The lobby of the smaller campus, if you could call it that, funneled into a long hallway. There were doors and off shoots lining the walls, but at the very end it opened up to a balcony, table height with the rest of the college. There were multiple spots around the building like this, albeit smaller, since this was the main one. 

“Welcome to the pick up zone,” Clara said, panning her phone around. 

“Couldn’t get the camera to work?” A voice asked behind her. Turning around, she zoomed in on Kai Bennett, with his boyfriend, Cooper Bell.

“No, I did. But I felt like an obnoxious influencer, walking around the Heights at seven in the morning panning a fancy camera everywhere.”

“Well, if this kicks off, welcome to the influencer life,” Cooper pointed out. He got up close to the camera making a face.

“Jesus christ, ew.” Clara ended the recording, lowering her phone. “I’ll pick that up again later, I guess. Oh! Kai, you can have this back.” She passed the fancy camera back to her friend, who grinned.

“I don’t believe you that you were able to work it.”

“I was! Check the tapes, I’m there. So is the lady who lives down the block shooting me a nasty glare. This is just easier.”

“Oh, sure,” Cooper drawled.

The three of them bonded over being effected in the Condensing as freshman two years ago. Clara hated being their third wheel all the time, but they were the only people who understood familial distance and didn’t judge.

She glanced around the crowded platform. “Why are there so many people here?”

“It’s after midterms,” Cooper said. “I think half the student body just got their grades back and realized showing up to class is pretty important.”

“Can you blame them though?” She asked. “I mean look at all this hassle. Just to watch a professor go through a slide show you’ll find online later?”

Her phone buzzed, a text from James. 

We’re walking over now.

“C’mon, they’re almost here.”

As the trio approached the edge of the platform, the other half of their group also appeared. James, Eliza, and Robin.

“Good morning!” Eliza sang. “Who’s ready to go to Finance!”

Clara became friends with the five of them fall of freshman year, when they all had the same elective. Coincidentally, they also shared a class spring semester. Most of them were different majors, so the group made sure to take at least one class a semester with each other. It didn’t matter though, they spent most days attached at the hip anyway. It was Cooper’s utterly genius idea to take intro to finance for the spring semester of their junior year. Because, yeah, why take a blow off class during the busiest time of your collegiate career? That’s for lazy people. 

“I failed the midterm.” Clara admitted. 

“I mean, you walked into the midterm saying that, dare I say it- was going to happen.” James said, lowering his hand for her. 

 James Nelson, her best friend, managed to be the perfect balance of helpful and liberating. He was a godsend for Clara, never making her feel the way she did around her family. Even Eliza and Robin, who had the purest of intentions, babied her sometimes. 

Maybe she would too, in their shoes. It was an instinctual thing, Clara guessed. Small creature need help, must provide. Or whatever. 

But James passed the reigns to her. She got to decide when to be picked up and where to go. It was never a big deal when she needed help. Half the time, he knew what she needed before she could even ask, but James always waited for her permission regardless. 

She stepped forward, using James’ finger to pull herself onto his palm. No matter who she was with, it was the things like this that didn’t get any less weird, even three years later. She constantly pushed her brain to focus on something other than the sheer scale difference between her entire body and a single on of James’ fingers.

James waited a moment, and when Clara found her balance he shifted his hand up to his shoulder before pausing again. The change in elevation felt like an elevator on rollercoaster speeds, but her body learned to adjust quickly, even if her mind didn’t. 

“I see recording is going well, Clara.” Robin Gray said as the group head to class. Kai was perched on her shoulder, with Cooper in Eliza’s hands.

“I mean, there’s nothing to record right now.”

“What if you start recording too late and you miss it.” Cooper interjected.

“Yes, Coop. Because something riveting is going to occur in finance.”

James’ shoulder shook gently under her as he cracked a smile. 

When Clara looked over to Eliza, her brow was furrowed slightly with her lower lip tucked under her teeth. Thanks, Cooper, her brain probably latched onto his point, and now she worried. Eliza wanted this project to go well. She was trusting her friends with the success of her brain child, and frankly it was a nauseating amount of pressure for Clara.

She sighed, pulling out her phone. 

“Sorry for the cut, the balcony was a little crowded today,”

“The hallways are too,” James added. His hand hovered in front of Clara as they walked through a dense group of kids. She had good balance, but it would not be the first time a stray shoulder sent her tilting. 

“This is incredible footage,” She mused, zooming in into James’ fingerprints. She guessed there was merit to continue recording, even if the visuals lacked. A unified school did not automatically lend itself to being a safe school. 

Sure, anything was dangerous at three inches tall.

But there were students with no spacial awareness, students who couldn’t care less, and unfortunately, there were students with malicious intent. 

Westdale College had something appealing for everyone. For Clara, it was a sense of normalcy. A school integrated enough where she could pretend everything was fine. Sometimes, when the lighting hit the smaller campus just right, she felt 5’8” again, and all was right in the world. For others, Westdale College was best for its easy access. Because it wasn’t enough to be a bad person and keep it in your diary for some people.

There were gangs throughout the country dedicated to tormenting those affected by the Condensing. They believed the experiment’s outcomes made the miniaturized less human. Less valuable. They didn’t have names, and if they did then they weren’t relevant enough for anyone to care-  but all the groups had the same theory:

No body, no crime

These people didn’t try to hide their hostility to those miniaturized. To them, smaller people weren’t human anymore. They hadn’t been for three years. They could do anything to those effected by the condensing, because as long as they were never caught, then did it ever really count? And when your victim in three inches tall, its uncomfortably easy to get away with it.

Westdale College had its own mini gang of degenerates like this. From tormenting those waiting at the pick up zones alone to leaving posters and graffiti around the school- though sparse and often harmless, they knew when to strike.

If Eliza wanted footage of the hardships she went through, Clara could deliver. 

She recorded on and off throughout the day, not catching much aside from Cooper getting a wadded up gum wrapper dropped on him at one of the platforms. 

“Ow!”

She giggled behind the camera, once she knew he was okay of course. “Oh please, there’s nothing in that head of yours to damage.”

During a gap in her schedule, she joined James for his afternoon class and spent the entire time taking a nap in his pocket. 

There were few positives to the Condensing. Hidden nap time all the time? That was Clara’s top one. 

She found herself recording once again in James’ dorm, at the end of the day. The whole group was there, sans Robin who was finished her night class. Clara was next to Kai in frame, letting him talk about his day. Although she started the video as her own vlog, the group interjected their own thoughts and stories throughout. She also knew James and Robin had recorded some of their own footage too. Clara liked this division of work a lot more than the pressure being on her and her alone to make a good video.

“I had my hand raised the whole time and the teacher just- would not pick on me!” Kai was saying. “And in that classroom, the smaller desks are an extension built atop the original ones. I was literally sitting with my cousin, Robin. There’s no way the professor didn’t see me.” He huffed. “Then- after like ten minutes Robin raised her hand too? All of the sudden now prof is taking questions?”

“That’s how it goes, yeah.” Clara said. “And if they do pick on you, good luck getting them to hear you.”

“That’s why I get whoever I’m with to ask all my questions.” Cooper said from off to the left.

Clara made a face. “Well, I like to do things myself.”

Westdale didn’t have any co-sized dorms, it was where they drew the line apparently. The only dorms in the co-sized building were tiny ones. But most days after classes, the group found themselves in James’ dorm. He was the only one with a single, and had decorated the entire room to be easily navigated by Clara, Kai, and Cooper. 

She loved it. As soon as James’ placed her on his desk, the world was her oyster, even if moving around was slow. When Kai was finished with his ramble, she had him hold her phone, recording her as she gave a tour of James’ room. They had been going HGTV style, with Clara walking backwards like a campus tour guide, but James banned that after she almost walked off the desk.

Eventually, everyone settled down. Kai and Clara sat in front of the camera, with Eliza in frame behind them. They weren’t talking about anything important, and she was sure this would be cut first. Her phone storage was not going to survive this project.

There was a knock on on the door, cutting Kai off from a continued ramble. There was only one person it could be, since Robin’s last class of the day ended a few minutes before. 

“It’s open!” 

Like a storm, Robin had the door flung open before James could finish speaking. Knocking, it seems, had been less of a question and more of a heads up. “We’re needed in the res hall, all of us

“Why?” Eliza asked, catching her jacket that Robin took off the hook and tossed. 

“Questioning. By the police. Something happened.”

From out of frame, Cooper pointed smugly at Clara. “Glad we’re recording?”

“This is serious,” Robin exclaimed. Clara believed her, she’d never heard Robin sound so urgent. So distraught.

“What happened?” James asked.

“I don’t know the full story. I don’t even know if what I heard is true. But there's about a dozen cop cars on campus, and investigators want to speak to everyone who had been in the dual sized building today. Somebody died.”

Some unspoken questions answered themselves. Suddenly, Clara wasn’t sure she wanted this camera on her. In fact, in a 180 from twelve hours ago, she’d made up her mind about the video series. It sucked.

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[leshyyy-draws-nd-writes]

INTRO~

Hellooo silly people inside my phone, welcome to my blog! :] I'm Lesh, AKA Ashes, AKA ReaVen, AKA a lot of names actually lol. I'm a 21 year old artist and a newbie writer who posts regularly on IG and now on TikTok! I created this account for fun, I figured it would be a good idea to stop bombarding my IG stories about my art and stuff, and instead do it here. :]

WHAT I DO

As stated earlier I'm first of all an artist, been practicing since I was little. I am very much multifandom as well, so I'm sorry if that's annoying to anyone lol.

My main fandoms are:

- Lord Of The Rings (and The Hobbit)

- Pokémon

- MINECRAFT

- UNDERTALE

- CREEPYPASTA (esp Marble Hornets)

But I am also into EPIC, Sonic, TMNT, The Amazing Digital Circus, FNaF ...yeah I'm into a bit of everything ahah

However, I'm also a newbie writer. I'm still a beginner and therefore kinda insecure about my writing, but we all start somewhere right? There's no use in never sharing or improving :]

So far I started writing one fic, but you'll see it later on!! Don't wanna post it and discuntinue it lol- Also it's gonna be super cringe. Anyway! Once I upload it, I'll update it weekly on Saturdays. Anyway if you do check it out when it's done I'd be more than happy, so thank you in advance! ^^

Until then tho!!! I'll be posting some little drawn scenes over on TikTok, or even just drawing the characters to audios that remind me of them!! So if you're interested in seeing that, go check out my TikTok!!

[DISCLAIMER: All the characters are my own with very few exceptions, I know not many people care for OCs, so I wanted to put this out there lol]

OTHER PLATOFRMS

Instagram: _lesh.yyy_draws_

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CONCLUSIONS

This account exists mostly for me to share memes and silly art, and for you to ask me questions or give me constructive criticism! How cool is that? We both get to have fun and feel seen and heard! :D Jokes aside though, the main topic on this account will likely be my fic, I'm still a but insecure about it so I'd be really happy to know your thoughts on the "animations". :]

If you do wish to post anything for my fic, feel free to use the hashtag #To Master The Mine-Craft . If you do ever post anything I'll be super happy to see it! :D

That doesn't mean I will only talk about the fic tho! You guys feel free to ask about literally anything else if you wish! Although I will try to keep it mostly positive and drama-free on here :]

With this out of the way, I wish you all a great day! Here's a reward if you read this far! 🍪