#but that is not what i was trying to do at all and i apologise if it comes off that way

[crabussy]

a few people have asked for scripts/ideas of how to respond to people who are being unkind! since these situations can be so varied, here's a general structure you could use:

acknowledge their frustration/anger. could be as simple as "ah, that must be frustrating. I can see why you're upset." trying to empathise or sympathise with the way they're feeling is vital. people are much more likely to listen to you and change their opinion if they feel heard! this is important to do first and foremost. it sets up their willingness to listen! if they feel heard, they'll hear YOU out.

attempt to explain the situation. you don't have to over-apologise, just make sure they're aware of possible nuances they may not have considered. "the situation is actually different to what you think, let me explain" or similar. might not always work but helps clear up misunderstandings!

ask them questions about their viewpoint. genuine questions, not rhetorical questions designed to shut them down. even if you don't like the answers, being heard can be huge when it comes to changing someone's mind. this is better in longer discussions! e.g. disagreements with friends and family rather than strangers.

if you have one, an anecdote of a similar situation can be helpful! this helps humanise yourself and it helps the person you're talking to relate to you. "I remember when one of my friends ignored my messages for a few days, I was really worried and angry. it turned out they were busy with exams, but at the time it really stressed me out. I can see why you felt the same way!"

make sure to be firm with your stance. being kind and being a pushover are different! this might take practice.

if you can, avoid saying "but". there can be a big difference between "I understand where you're coming from, but it's different to what you think" and "I understand where you're coming from. I think it's different to what you're imagining, let me explain." sometimes it doesn't matter! however, the word "but" can be a buzzword that makes people think you're brushing them off. not always the case though.

if the misunderstanding is with a peer/friend/coworker etc, ask if there's anything you can do in future to avoid this kind of thing. this shows them that you're thinking beyond this one situation, which shows that you're considerate!

this is a LOT. you don't have to tick every box every time. sometimes all it takes to make someone rethink their unkind words is just one of those examples! sometimes it's a minor infraction with a stranger, sometimes it's a big argument with a close friend. good luck everybody! [:

I'm so serious about being kind above all else. it has genuinely changed the way I interact with the world on a fundamental level and has made me so so much happier.

[syluriar]

please...help me - sylus x mc!reader. part 2

sypnosis: the aftermath of caleb catching you on the phone to escape him.

a/n: part 2 is finally here!! i apologise that this took me awhile, i just wanted this chapter to be right and i feel good about it now. there will be a part 3 to this, not sure about part 4 but we'll see how this goes.

warnings: some angst but with comfort. caleb being possessive and genually confused why you want to leave. mc (you) finally letting your fustrations out. sylus appears. caleb gets punched :) not for caleb girlies (sorry!)

word count: 3091 (insert spongebob exhausted meme)

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When was the last time you ever felt this scared?

Perhaps your first time facing a real Wanderer? That time you had a creep not taking no for an answer when you were alone in a nightclub? Or maybe that time where you were walking alone and came across a thief with a weapon? 

But you had overcome them. The Wanderer died by your pistols, the creep getting punched in the face by your fists and thrown out by security, and the thief getting it’s weapon knocked out of it’s hand by you and arrested by the police moments later. 

The adrenaline that had rushed through you pushed it all away within those moments, and it was only after you had reflected on the experience that almost had you buckle your knees and grab the nearest thing to keep you standing, your heart bounding and your thoughts and absolute mess. It had taken you a while to calm down and look back on those moments without fear, and instead of what you had accomplished.

Unlike right now.

“Still not talking?”

You hadn’t spoken a word to Caleb after he caught you ending the call with Sylus, begging him to come and save you from the man you once felt safe and secure with. 

The tracker on your wrist reminds you of anything but those feelings and more.

Caleb sighs from his seated position in the kitchen and stands, the sound of his footsteps getting closer to you fills you with dread. He seats himself on the edge of the coffee table in front of you and you instantly move back so his feet don’t touch you, your eyes finding a spot on the floor to stare at.

He chuckles. “You won't even look at me, how mean of you.”

Retorts sit on your tongue that you hold still. Your already deep in trouble, you don’t want to know what will happen if you fall more. 

By the corner of your eyes you see him angle his head to try and catch your eyes, but you look away quickly. What would you see in them? Pity? Annoyance? Anger? Even if it was soft, you wouldn’t fall for it, your not that naive anymore.

You gasp as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, his told had a certain tightness to it that could choke you in seconds - you wouldn’t put it past him to do it, though it still scares you to know that.

“There we go.” He smiles, and everything about it screams it’s not the one from the past, the warm one you remember. “Now all that's left is for you to talk, but since you won’t do that, I guess I have to play a little guessing game.”

It doesn’t matter, you think. He can guess all he likes and you won’t answer him. Let’s see how he likes to be the one ignored now.

“Now who would you be calling at this hour when everyone is asleep, like you should have been.” There’s a mocking tone in his voice that makes you want to punch him. It should have made you worried about doing such a thing to someone you saw as a friend, but all you saw in front of you was a creature that enjoyed your torture. 

“It can’t be your dear Dr. Zayne, he’s too busy and has things far too important then calling you.”

It hurt you a little to hear Caleb talking about Zayne like that, the three of you had a good friendship growing up, it had amused you of the little arguments they would get into. You knew that no matter what happened you would always have them to fall back on and pick you back up. Zayne had greatly helped you ever since you thought Caleb had died, and the thought of the three of you being back together made your heart warm when you found Caleb again. 

How unfortunate that wouldn’t happen.

“Someone the Hunters Association? Hmmm possibly. But who exactly?” Caleb tapped his chin with his other hand, your chin still firmly held by his other that it was starting to ache. “No one there can come in here and sneak you out without anyone onboard knowing, even if a team banded together. So let’s rule that out.”

He clearly underestimated your Association. You might not know everyone there, but the only reason those people have been made Hunters is because they have the power to do so, they’ve all been through the hard training it takes and passed. You remember all the training you had to do and your sure Caleb does too, as you had called him after sessions, complaining about it all and the aches and bruises on your body.

“You keep complaining about it but I never hear you say that you’re gonna leave.”

“Of course I'm not! Quitting would mean that I’m not cut out to be a Hunte. You’ve said I am so many times, do you not think it anymore?”

“Not at all. I believe in you more than anyone that you’ll pass, and become the world's greatest Hunter.”

“Ok, not that much Caleb.”

He laughed then, full of warmth and joy. “Just keep going Pip-squeak, and before you know it, you’ve passed and got your license. Just don’t forget about me when you're off saving everyone from Wanderers, ok?” 

Does he still believe in you now? Do you even want to know? You’re still surprised he hasn’t told you to leave them and just stay with him.

“I guess that only leaves one other place.” He muses, and you feel like he’s close to the answer.

Just don’t react. Don’t let him know.

“But would you really call someone from there? And who? There’s not many good people in the N109 Zone.”

Your face remains neutral as Caleb scans it for any signs and frowns when there isn’t any. You hide your pride at this, though it probably thanks to him that your learning to mask your emotions well.

“Actually, scratch that, there’s no good people in that place. Illegal dealings and filled with violence and crime, there no better than Wanderers. Infact, I bet they’re worse than Wanderers. At least those creatures were someone innocent before turning, people in the N109 Zone have been black-hearted since the start. Like true monsters.”

You swing your cuffed wrists to smack him but they’re quickly caught in his free hand, a smirk now dancing on his lips. 

“Oh, it seems like I hit a spot. So your trip to the N109 Zone did have you in contact with someone there.” He pulls you forward by your wrists, noses just barely touching. His voice was laced with demand. “Who?”

A grunt falls from your lips as you try and pull your wrists back, but Caleb’s hold on them is strong.

It tightens.

“Who?”

You stop and look at him, his eyes so dim you wonder if they’ve truly turned black. You can see anything in them other than dark feelings that create goosebumps on your skin.

You swallow, a bit of courage coming to your throat. “I guess that’s round two of your guessing game.”

A thick silence hangs in the air and your ears pick up noises you don’t remember registering. The ticking of the clock on the wall, the sound of cars driving outside and the pitter patter of rain softly hitting the windows. Mixed with Caleb before you, it was starting to become stimulating, and you pray that Sylus will be here soon.

Caleb’s frown deepens. “Why do you want to go to him, hmm? Skyhaven is much more safer and secure then the N109 Zone.” 

“I have never feared more for my life than staying here.” You reply. To hell with staying silent, that’s what you’ve done more than anything since you’ve been here. You let Caleb have his way, let him ramble on and on and speak badly about a place - about a man you wanted to go back to more than anything.

You’re done with it.

“What can he possibly give you that I can’t?” He’s not glaring but close, he’s looking at you as if he just can’t phantom the idea of you wanting to leave. “How can you want to go to him when I’m right here?”

“Because he would never treat me this way!” You scream, and the look of shock on his face makes you keep going. “He’s never locked me in and he lets me have my freedom with no complaints or bargains. He never punishes me and never makes me feel afraid of him. He’s someone who treats me like I’m someone, not a possession. He's someone I can trust and go to without fear.” Your breathing heavily, the words keep coming out and your not stopping them, too fed up with the man infront of you. “He’s the opposite of you Caleb, and as soon as he comes here I’m going with him, and you can’t stop me.”

You didn’t realise you had stood up until you saw Caleb’s eye move to look up at you, for once you had gotten power over him, had made him look at you and made him speechless. 

Adrenaline runs through your body and you know you can’t let it go, no matter what happens next.

So when the look of shock vanishes over Caleb’s face and is replaced with a glare, you lock in and quickly pull your still bound wrists free from his hold, keeping them close to your chest. When he stands you step away instantly, creating space between the two of you. 

“And what makes you think I’ll let you leave?” His voice drips with venom. It’s a tone you’ve never heard before and almost falters you.

“Because she’s her own person.” a voice breaks out, one that’s so familiar that it makes your heart race. “Because she has the right to her own freedom.”

Both of you turn to the door that’s now locked behind a tall and imposing figure, his white hair gleaming in the ceiling lights. 

“Because she wants to.” 

He steps forward and the light shines on his face, that handsome face of your saviour. “Oh, and because I’m here to help her, isn’t that right, sweetie?” His gleaming red eyes fall on you, and you smile, hope filling you. 

“Sylus…”

Caleb sucks through his teeth, irritation clear all over his face. “How did you get in unnoticed? Every member had been alerted that you would be coming.”

Sylus shrugs nonchalantly, confidence oozing off him. “And despite that I didn’t get much of a welcome party. Your fleet needs more training.” 

The comment only makes Caleb’s irritation grow, and it brings some satisfaction to you. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m taking Miss Hunter home.”

Home. The word makes your heart swell. 

“She’s not going anywhere, especially not with you.” Caleb straightens and you feel his Evol approaching, it causes goosebumps on your skin once again and you instantly look at Sylus, who just looks bored.

“Seems like you need hearing lessons as well.” His own Evol floating around his fists, ready to release.

You knew there was going to be a fight once Sylus showed up, he would avoid it if he could if that’s what you wanted, but Caleb wouldn’t let you go without a fight. Even if Caleb hadn’t caught you and you managed to sneak past him with Sylus, he would only come and get you himself and cause a ruckus wherever you went to get you back. He would see it as you being kidnapped and brainwashed to turn against him.

Caleb needs to know that you want to leave on your own free will, and not just with words. The fact that you called for help should have already planted that seed somewhere in his head.

“Stop it Caleb. Let me go.” 

He turns to you, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. “What?”

You stand straight, your voice calm as you speak. “I want to leave, right here, right now. So let me go.”

He stares at you, teeth gritted and brows furrowed, but his eyes are scanning you, hoping to find something he can use to make you stay, to blind himself that this isn’t your free choice of will. But he can’t find any, and his irritation and confusion grows. “Why? Why do you want to leave me? I thought after everything we’ve been through, you’d want to stay with me forever.”

And you had wanted that too. 

“I had never felt such relief when I found Caleb alive.” You tell him with a soft voice, the painful memories all coming back. “I spent night’s crying because I thought you were dead, days went past in a blur and I was always reminded to eat even the smallest thing because my mind wouldn’t register the simplest things that my body needed. All I could think about was you.” 

Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes but you didn’t care to wipe them away, with showing Caleb your true emotions, you hope that he’ll finally understand. “Time passed and it got a little easier, but I still thought about you. I didn’t even think I would meet you here…and yet I did. I was so happy Caleb, I thought things would go back the way they were before. Always laughing and joking around, having you by my side to comfort me and give me strength…but you’ve done the exact opposite.”

Confidence flows through your veins as you take a step towards him, his figure still but has lost it’s tension. Your getting through to him. “The things I said before, about me being afraid of you, it’s all true. You keep me locked up and take away my things. You don’t let me have my freedom and even tell me when to go to sleep like I’m a child. It honestly scares me that you can’t see that your hurting me, hurting me so much that I want to escape from you.”

“I didn’t…” His aura falters, the dark and imposing man has been replaced with disbelief and confusion. “I never want you to be afraid of me, I didn’t do all those things to scare you. I want to protect you.”

“Was giving me medicine with the intention of me falling asleep protecting me?” You spat back, the memory of it still causing a shiver of unease down your spine. “I’m a Hunter Caleb, I don’t need this kind of protection. You said that you believed in me when I was doing my exams, but it looks like I’m weak to you.”

“You’re not! That’s…That’s not what I think!”

“I don’t care what you think anymore Caleb, except for the fact that I want to leave SkyHaven and I want to leave you of my own free will. That’s my choice Caleb.”

A noise leaves Caleb’s lips, something frustrated and perhaps sad. You don’t fully understand it but right now you don’t care. You take another step towards him, close enough to touch his chest if you reach out. 

You show him your bound wrists. “Take these off…please.”

He looks down at them, thousands of emotions dance through his eyes that you can’t decipher, but he waves a hand over them and you hear a click before the cuffs fall on the floor.

“Thank you Caleb…and I’m sorry.”

Before he can even respond you punch him square in the face, his body falling to the ground instantly, knocked out.

Whoops.

The slow clapping of hands erases the tense atmosphere from the room.

“An excellent performance, kitten.” Sylus smirks as he walks over. “You had him in your grasp and took matters into your own hands, just like I knew you could.”

There was something about his praise that brightens you, maybe it’s because you know he’s saying it sincerely that has your stomach filled with butterflies. You fight back the smile that threatens your lips. “I didn’t mean to knock him out..”

He chuckles. “Whatever you say, sweetie. You still wanted to punch him, not that I blame you.” His eyes scan over the unconscious body of your ex best friend, frowning at the sight. “I wanted to get some in.”

“You would have killed him then.” You commented, and despite everything Caleb has put you through, you didn’t want him dead - for real this time. “I don’t think the fleet would be too happy about that.”

“I don’t mind making a few more enemies, especially the ones that hurt you.” 

Air catches in your throat as Sylus turns back at you, his eyes looking at you softly. “Are you alright?”

Maybe it was because it was said so gently, full of comfort and genuineness, laced with true worry. that has you tearing up once more. “I want to go home Sylus.”

He gathers you in his arms, holding you close to his chest that you feel his warmth that engulfs you, bringing a sense of calm to your body. “It’s ok. I’m here, and I’m taking you home.” He lifts you in his arms that you don’t protest, you don’t ever want to leave his safe arms ever again. “Luke and Kieran have cleaned your apartment ready for you to come back.”

“No Sylus,” You croak against his neck, tears slowly falling down your cheeks. Apart from Skyhaven your apartment is the last place you want to be right now, there’s no sense of security that will calm you if you return back there. 

There’s only one place you want to be.

That mansion that started out cold that is now warm with your touches; the plushies on the sofa and the blankets on the bed. The fairy lights in his study and the colourful mugs in his kitchen, your skincare and make-up products sitting neatly in his bathroom cabinet and the photobooth pictures hanging by the vanity he had bought you.

“Take us home.”

He looks at you then, surprise written across his face that it almost makes you giggle. You never really called it home to his face, even with your things scattered across the building. 

Sylus smiles, it’s not the one his enemies see or the ones the twins get when they’ve pulled a prank. It’s a smile only reserved for you, and it shines brighter than any star you have ever seen.

“Alright, sweetie. Let’s go home.”

[kawhh]

I apologise in advance. I'm on a Jack binge. A Jack being manipulative towards his innocent friend binge. Enjoy.

1.9k words.

Warnings: Jack being manipulative, 'forcing' you into situations. Abusing your emotions. Non-con in a way. You aren't aware of what's going on.

He'd taken a hard knock into the boards at the end of a long roadie. Brushed off the medical staff even though his whole side is painted black and blue. Every step makes him hiss, biting his jersey and lip to not alert anyone to how bad he is.

Struggling through the pain to dress after the game, shoving the loosest clothing he owns on his body, not having the strength to squeeze into something.

Side throbbing so much that it feels like a burn, every accidental touch against the bruises feeling like it's being prodded with an branding stick.

He's just missed you. Needs to visit you. He can't have the medical staff holding him back, wanting to assess him. He'll be fine. He can cope, he's had worse. Just needs to get to your place. You'll take care of him. He'll get to see you adorably worried about him, playing nurse.

You'll be all over him, touching his bare skin, innocently feeling him up.. he's taking that over the medical staff all day.

Texting you on the way out of the locker room, giving you plenty of warm up time to panic. Not answering your follow up texts, wanting to see the pure panic on your face when he gets there.

Resting his head on the steering wheel in the parking lot, trying to breathe through the pain. Getting to you is gonna be horrific. Every single time he moves his leg it's going to strain his side. Every arm movement that makes him stretch is going to sting.

He just has to keep reminding himself that it's worth it. Every second of suffering.

He's staggering up to your door, feeling a little dizzy and disorientated, resting on the door before he knocks. He barely has to wait.

You're so cute.. the tears streaming down your face for him when you see how banged up and exhausted he is. He's playing it up a bit, hanging his head, moaning in pain. You're so delicate when you try and lead him to the couch, hesitating to even touch you.

Letting himself fall back when he's close enough, using it as a reason to lightly drag his hand down your body. He's just trying to find his balance, obviously.

Lifting the edge of his shirt, hiding his smirk as he sees your face light up red, your hands trembling. A glimpse of his abs and you're already like this? You don't even know what's coming.. he almost feels bad. Almost.

"Angel, need you to help.. can't reach that far down. You'll help me, yeah? You got any of those ice packs I left here last time?"

You're rushing off in a panic, almost tripping as you run to grab a pack, blushing deeper at the thought of having to touch him, having to be that close to his.. thing.

Stripping his shirt off fully when you're gone, not wanting you to realise that he's already feeling better than when he left the arena. You need to think he's a wreck.

He's pulling you closer, staring up at you, eyes half-lidded as you stress about touching him, just letting it happen. You're cute enough to eat. The flush is slowly advancing down your chest. Stammering before you hold the ice pack against his skin. That gets a real hiss out of him.

He can't resist reaching up to lightly tug the strand of hair falling down your face.

"That.. that wasn't so bad, was it? Am I really that awful to touch?"

He can barely hide his smirk as you rush to apologise, resting your hand on more of his skin as a way of apologising.

"Hey.. d'me a favour? It's kind of personal.. so if you're really against touching me, I won't be mad."

He can't help it. You're so easy to tease. You almost look like you're gonna cry, he's pretty sure those are tears forming in your eyes. You really do think you're being cruel to him while he's banged up.. so innocent, so gullible. You're nodding like a bobblehead. Wanting to do anything for him.

"Can you.. can you help me in the shower? Didn't get the chance to have one before I left.. it'll help with the soreness."

He's slinging his arm around your neck before you can even fully agree. Tightening his grip a little just to see you panic and react. Putting more weight on you than he needs, wanting to force you closer to him. You're having to wrap an arm around his waist. Your touch feels like a brand on his skin, it's addicting.

Stumbling together towards the shower, you're resting him up against the shower wall. He can't let you go that easy. Can't just let you leave now. You'll have too much time to think. Too much time to startle.

"Angel.. I'm feeling dizzy, can you.. can you stay in here? The shower's massive.. can you come sit in here? You won't get wet. If you don't, I might fall..."

He can see how hesitant you are, but the threat of him injuring himself is enough for you to be fighting against your embarrassment. He knows you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if he was hurt. He'll even stumble a little bit against the wall, holding his head like he's in distress.

You look like a little bunny, the way you slowly walk over, sitting as far away from him as you can get in the shower. How small you look on the floor.. the way you can barely look at him.

"Can you.. can you help me strip? Hurts too much when I try and pull my pants off..?"

The way you squeak in panic is intoxicating. The way your hand shakes as you reach out, terrified that you'll accidentally expose him. The way your cheeks puff out in concentration.

"Don't worry.. I'll keep my boxers on. Wouldn't want to traumatize my best friend now would I?"

Resting against the shower wall, hair covering his face as he watches you. Observes. You're trying so hard to not look at his dick. Have you even seen one before? Ever been like this with someone? Is he the first to share this with you? He's getting hard just thinking about it.

Turning on the water to try and calm himself down, hoping he can calm down what's surely a clear tent in his boxers. Even the sound of the water makes you startle, you're so on edge.

"Angel... can you.. can you come closer? The wall isn't enough.. I'm gonna fall."

You're slowly creeping towards him like he's a predator. Every inch you move makes it harder for you to avoid looking at him. Harder for you to ignore his cock. The way you're flushing only confirms his theories. The feel of you against his legs, the way you rest against them.. head filling with dangerous thoughts as you look at up at him, all wide eyed.

Would you look up at him like that if he just.. forced you to suck him off? If he just.. locked the bathroom door and caged you in. Told you that it'd make him feel better. Would you cry if he slapped your face with his cock? Would you even be able to look at him? Would you choke? Fuck.. you'd look so cute.

"Here.. you're getting wet. Why don't you sit more between my legs? Can't have you getting sick while you're being such a good friend, taking care of me."

He's forcing you in with his hand, feeling your head rest against his thigh. Struggling to hold back a laugh at how his cock is basically resting on your head at this point. He can't see your face now but he bets it's priceless. You aren't even trying to squirm away. Too afraid that he'll fall.. thinking he's not doing it on purpose.

He'll let you calm down for now.. as much as you can. Taking his time washing his hair, enjoying the feel of you. Washing his body in your usual scent, making sure that you're directly under the suds that wash off. He needs you soaked for later..

"Close your eyes f'me a sec? Need to wash under my boxers.."

He's reaching past his waistband before your eyes are even fully closed, half resting his hand against your head as he grips himself tightly.

Slowly dragging his hand up and down his cock, feeling his hand drag against your head at the same time. Slow enough to not raise too many flags in your innocent little mind. You're too nervous to open your eyes, to question why he's taking so long. Scared to ask what the occasional noise is..

What if he.. with how innocent you are.. could he pretend that it's shower gel? Could he..?

He's lowering his boxers to give him more room before he can fully think it through. It'll be fine. You won't open your eyes. He's basically fucking his fist now. His head throbbing. Pre-cum drenching his hand. Fuck. Even that's falling on your hair.. look so pretty already. Mixing with the water falling on you, watching it follow the curves of your body.. he can't hold back.

He's cumming in his fist, watching it drip through his fingers, watching it land on you. His. His fucking girl. His girl being soaked by him. You don't even make a noise. You're clearly his. Fuck, what'd he give you fully cum on your face. To make you watch. To fuck it into your mouth with his fingers.. baby steps.

Tipping his head back against the cold shower walls, needing the chill to help keep his head straight. You're so pure. Friends.. he can't help the smirk that forms on his face. You really think friends do this.. so adorable.

He's dragging his boxers back up, needing to look at your face again. Needing to see if there's any cum on your face. Needing to try something new with you.

"Angel.. you can open your eyes now. I feel a little better, just needed the hot water to relax."

The way you're looking up at him almost sets him off again. Most of it's washed off.. but there's enough still on your body to make him feel feral. Dragging his tongue across his lip as he watches it wash off into the drain.

"You got a little dirty... can I.. wash you off? I don't want your skin getting dry from the suds."

The cum's made him more impatient, forcing you up from your knees. His half-lidded gaze returning, fully focus on you, grabbing your chin to make you look at him.

"Such a good friend to me.."

Grabbing your leg, forcing it up against his non-injured side, making you squeak as you wrap your hands around his waist, trying to keep your balance. Edging his hands up your thigh.. resting his fingers where your thighs end.. rubbing against the lace trim of your underwear.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm just.. cleaning you up. You've got suds here. Stay very, very still."

Sliding his fingers past the line, stretching them out, an inch away from touching your cute pussy.. slowly stroking. Hovering his finger over your hole, pushing in slightly before withdrawing, snapping your underwear back in place. Giving your ass the littlest slap.

"There's my good girl.. all cleaned up. So lucky to have a friend like you.."

[doppel-doodles]

A normal post a about Kevin Barnes from Poppy Playtime.

I genuinely feel so bad for Kevin…

Like that was a kid who clearly had a lot of issues from the start, instead of getting the help he needed all that happened was him being marked off as a „problem child“.

And then he was turned into a toy:/

Read more of my full thoughts and a sorta character analysis/ramblings below cut!

Like honestly no wonder he is seething if he wasn’t troubled before he definitely is now-

Obviously he has no trust in anyone, almost every adult he ever knew screwed him over in some way, hell even the kids he shares a body with would go against what he would do.

(Great example: When Doey chases us in his monster form, it's the arms of Matthew and Jack that are trying to keep his mouth from biting us, Kevin's are trying to grab for us.)

He was hurt over and over again, clearly he wasn’t aggressive just because he wanted to be but because this was his only way of making sure he wouldn’t get hurt.

It was how he had a semblance of control, a sense of protection.

But of course the irony is: That coping mechanism brought him more pain, it was what got him killed.

Sure, maybe he could've just "calmed down", but why would he? He was hurt again, he lost everything AGAIN.

All because he listened to their judgement over his own. Kevin could've killed the player and Poppy on sight, clearly his emotions easily overpowered the other two, but he didn't.

Instead he agreed to trust them as well.

He was still willing to do that, surely if he were just a mindless monster he wouldn't be.

And you know what? I believe he blames himself just as much if not more for what happened than he blames us and Poppy and projects it tenfold.

Because maybe, JUST MAYBE-

If he didn't allow himself to trust again, then everyone would still be alive.

But he did...now see what that got him?

In his mind he's proven right.

So what's an emotionally unstable child to do? After being hurt AGAIN?

That's right.

He lashes out at the first thing he sees that had something to do with his pain:

Us.

Is he in the right? Hell nah- bro we didn't mean for that to happen! But do you seriously think this kid is thinking rationally right now??? NO! He is seeing red right now, he is in fight mode! All emotions and must I reiterate that the only way he knows how to express them is through anger and violence?

There is NO reasoning with wrath try as you might! And that hurts because yeah maybe you could've dealt with that if he was still a gradeschooler but he isn't! He is 900 pounds of living dough with a thirst for blood!

It's either our life or his now. And we already know what the outcome of that is.

Honestly I think it's better that we only hear Matthew and Jack apologise for what happened, I do not think Kevin would even if he did feel bad for what he had done.

Because why would someone who has been scorned so many times be vulnerable all of the sudden? When his main character trait is biting at those who bark at him?Why would all that rage suddenly disappear? If anything the stress of dying only causes him to lash out more.

You don't need an apology from him to feel bad for him.

He is hurting anyone with two eyes can see that and for what it's worth, I do believe deep down he knew what he was doing was wrong but it was too late for him to see any other alternatives and even if he didn't and thought he was right for doing what he did it doesn't take away from the fact that he was fucked over by life.

Kevin is not the worst part of Doey, he is just a part of him.

And that part is not just a violent hunk of playdough.

It’s a scared, confused little boy that cared just as much about every toy in safe haven as his other two components did.

Because if he didn’t why would he get so angry about their death?

Anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk-

Also feel free to agree or disagree with my take, those are just my thoughts so let me hear yours, I like discussions:}

[your-turn-to-role]

okay so i haven't watched the episode and honestly i don't think i'm going to, there's a lot i've heard about what's happened with vm that i really don't know how i feel about yet

but it's been a long time since the cast were playing c1, huh

like i don't blame them if they've forgotten or moved on from the themes of it, it was a decade ago and sometimes this stuff changes

but as far as the characters go, like. yeah, loving people and losing them was keyleth's worst fear, and they all knew that from the start

vax let the choice to be in a relationship be hers because he didn't want to push her into something that would inevitably be traumatic for her

(and he even apologised when he died because "i've confirmed your worst fears and then some")

but loving vax was the start of her overcoming that! he's always had a huge heart despite the losses he's been through and he wears it on his sleeve. his entire philosophy is best summed up by his quote to vex in 72, when she's beating around the bush about admitting she likes percy, "what the fuck do we have in this world except moments with each other? that's all we've got. [...] you know what's awkward? a life not lived."

when the rest of vm tries to turn inwards and isolate themselves as protection vax drags them back together again because he knows the best remedy for a broken heart isn't to shut yourself off but to love even stronger in spite of it. and keyleth agreeing to be with him was proof some of that got through to her

and then there was kerrek, who saw that she was afraid of every step she took, because she knew she would live to see the consequences, she plotted out everything she did under the assumption she might come to regret it centuries from now. and he told her she had the soul of a gardener, and that was a good thing for a leader to have. but sometimes as a fighter, you need the soul of a blacksmith, who knows that when a project goes wrong you melt it down and try again. and he gave her a ring, as a reminder that even for a gardener, some seeds only flourish after they've been burned

and to the most important episode in keyleth's entire arc, her twisted mirror sprigg. sprigg terrified her because where everyone else looked at him and saw a kooky old man, she saw, in crystal clarity, her future. a retired adventurer who'd shirked his duty out of spite, who lived in utter isolation, all his friends dead so long ago he didn't even remember their names.

but (ignoring for now all the other potential consequences of that particular choice by bells hells) they helped him find himself again. they helped him find meaning in service to ioun, and in ioun's library, where nothing is ever forgotten. and once he was given a reason to remember, he realised none of their names had ever left him. a friendship that meaningful cannot be erased by time, and if you lose it, you can always find it again

she had all the coping mechanisms and support a narrative could provide. and while "how am i supposed to get over you if you keep sending ravens to me?" "i am imperfect, as are the gods" lives forever in my mind, i wonder how the vax of c1 would feel, seeing this

The thing that kills me about Keyleth getting Vax back is how anti character development it is for her.

Her horror at how her increased lifespan will inevitably result in her outliving people she loves is something introduced in campaign one, and losing Vax is the very first taste of that inevitability. Campaign three shows us Keyleth as a woman who has spent thirty years refusing to move on and develop a healthy relationship with grief, still terrified by the prospect of outliving those she loves. And then she gets her dead boyfriend back, and he's immortal now, so she'll never lose him again.

It's pathetic! It's sad! It's kicking the can down the road! What's she gonna do when Percy dies? Grog? Every friend she has besides her immortal dead bf? Is her social circle just gonna close up further and further till it's just her and Vax for a thousand years, because Keyleth never learned how to mourn people she loves while also forming new meaningful relationships, and was in fact rewarded by the narrative for refusing to do so?

[captain-huggy-bear]

"I've got you..."

Pairing: x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Blood, nudity (in a helping someone get cleaned up way/non-sexual)

Summary: You wake up at 2am to find you've started your period. Clayton takes care of you.

Notes: Periods suck so this is designed to make everyone feel better about a shitty situation.

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

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Maybe it's the stomach cramps that wake you, the feeling like you’re being stabbed in the stomach repeatedly, or maybe it’s the uncomfortable feeling of wetness beneath you, like you’d spilled a glass of water to cover yourself. You can’t be certain, what you can be certain of is that it’s 2am and you’re suddenly awake, groggy and confused, and that you know that something’s gone terribly wrong with your nightly plan.

Clayton is fast asleep besides you, curled up with his pillow, nose twitching in his sleep, so you’re careful, trying to be quiet when you peel the covers back to check the damage, already knowing from the wet sensation between your legs and beneath you what you’re going to find. 

It’s like a crime scene on his white mattress cover, a pool of red blood beneath you where you’ve started your period unexpectedly early. It’s everywhere, across the mattress cover, the underside of the duvet, across your thighs and the crotch of your sleep shorts. To add to it you feel like you’re being kicked repeatedly in the stomach and the lower back. It’s…it’s embarrassing, you’re staying over Clayton’s for the first time in weeks because of his schedule. This wasn’t supposed to happen…

“Mmm…” You glance over at Clay as he shifts, his blue eyes blinking open as he wakes up from your movements. You start to panic when he nearly rolls over into the mess you’ve made, relaxing when instead he pushes himself up to a seated position, chain swinging gently as he rolls his neck and shoulders to shake out the aches and pains of sleeping awkwardly. 

 “You okay, baby?” Clay’s voice is rough with sleep, deep and gravelly in a way that would scratch a part of your brain if you weren’t so emotional and fixated on the shitty situation you’ve found yourself in. Fuck, this is the worst, you’ve never done this before…never bled all over your boyfriend’s mattress and you’re sure he’ll be upset, who wouldn’t be?

“No…” You try to hold it in, really you do, but waking up at your boyfriend’s house with stomach cramps, covered in blood, having ruined his sheets is just too much for you. You can’t help that you start crying even as you’re sniffling trying to hold it in because this is embarrassing enough as it is without sobbing over it as well.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” It’s dark and Clay can’t really see what’s got you so worked up, but he can tell you’re upset and there’s nothing he hates more than that. You both should be sleeping, curled up together, happy. You should be nuzzling into him while he spoons you, not crying in his bed at 2am when you have work in the morning. 

“I…I bled all over your sheets, ‘m sorry!” It’s the early hour wake up that has him confused because what do you mean you’ve bled over his sheets? Are you hurt? Did you cut yourself somehow?  The confusion mixed with the dark has him patting the bedside table in an attempt to find the lamp there. 

Clayton manages to find the switch, flicking it on, the warm light from the lamp filling the space and illuminating the scene which has you apologising and crying in his bed at such a ridiculously early hour when you should be sleeping. You’ve created a big red patch on the bed that he knows is going to stain, blood pooling underneath you where the mattress dips, not that he really cares. You’re covered in blood as you practically curl in on yourself in discomfort, thighs ruddy, sleep shorts stained, smears of crimson over your legs where you must have moved in your sleep.

The sight of you like that, covered in blood, embarrassed and crying, has him hushing you, soothing little shushing sounds leaving him as he goes to pull you into his arms even as you try to protest, to keep him at a distance, worried you’ll cover him in blood. Like he wouldn’t happily bathe in the stuff if it meant he could comfort you, he’s spent so much time playing hockey that the idea of a little blood really doesn’t phase him.

“It’s okay, hey…I don’t care, baby, it happens.” You’re not stronger than Clay’s desire to have you in his lap, no matter how hard you try he’s got you up from the wet patch and sat on his lap. The blood doesn’t bother him, the fact his sweats are probably ruined doesn’t matter because now he can wrap his arms around you fully, a hand cupping the back of your head as he tries to reassure you, to comfort you.

“B-but…your sheets, your sweatpants...” You’re blubbering into him as he gently guides your face to his shoulder, your tears are wet against his skin, droplets trailing down his chest, as he tries to soothe you. His free hand runs over your back in circles, rubbing circles more firmly when he reaches your lower back at the feeling of all the tense muscle there 

“I can get new ones, okay?” You nod into his shoulder, tears starting to slow at his reassurance but he knows you have to feel horrible, that there’s no way you’re comfortable right now covered in sticky blood and probably dealing with cramps and pains. 

“Let’s get you into the shower, okay? Then I'll change the sheets and get you some tylenol, baby.”

“Okay…” 

Clay helps you out of the bed, hands on your hips as you waddle in front of him towards the bathroom, an awkward sort of walk as you try to stop blood dripping onto his floor as if he doesn’t have the money to pay for someone to clean it if you do stain it. You wait awkwardly, feet curling on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, holding yourself like you don’t want to exist in your own body, like you’re trying to shrink yourself as he starts the shower, waiting for it to warm up for you. 

“Arms up, sweet girl.” He’s gentle as he pulls your shirt (well, one of his you’ve stolen) over your head, before kneeling down to help you peel off your shorts and underwear. You shiver from the cold, but it’s not long before he’s gently guiding you into the shower to clean up, the warm water soothing some of your pains and chasing away the chill.Clayton leaves you there as he takes your clothes to be washed, bundling the pile of stained, bloody clothes in his arms. 

It doesn’t bother him, stripping the bedding off, each layer being pulled free. It doesn’t bother him, putting all the blood stained laundry into the wash, coated in stain remover. It doesn’t take him long to do and even making the bed, one of his least favourite chores, means very little when he knows he’s helping you. He works off auto pilot, a desire to make everything as easy for you as possible when aunt flo decided to make her chaotic and unruly appearance. 

You’re just standing under the spray, eyes closed, barely moving except for the rise and fall of your chest, when he comes back into the bathroom with clean clothes for you. Clayton places them on the sink countertop before reaching under the sink for a pad from the stock he’d put there the moment he’d started dating you. He places it atop your clothes before slipping out of his underwear and stepping under the spray of the shower with you to wash off the smudges of blood that had gotten onto him from where he’d pulled you into his lap earlier.

He’s careful as he reaches for the shower gel, the one you bought because it was better for your skin and smelled like vanilla, lathering it in his hands before rubbing it across your shoulders and down your arms. You hum under his attention, head leaning back to rest against his shoulder. There is nothing sexual about it, the way he touches you is intimate but solely focused on making you feel clean, better. Any trace of blood on your thighs is gently washed away, every smudge of red on your legs cleaned off by his hands as he kneels on the floor of the shower beside you. Extra care is taken where you’re most sensitive and uncomfortable, fingers rubbing circles into your tummy and back each time you groan out in pain. 

Clayton’s chain glints in the bright lights of the bathroom when he reaches for the shampoo, lathering it in your hair, fingers massaging your scalp and neck as he works it into your strands. He takes a sort of pride in the way your muscles turn to jello under his attention, how all that tension, that stress disappears a little even if he catches you wincing every now and again, hands rubbing at your stomach where he knows you’re likely cramping. He likes taking care of you. It’s nice to be able to do simple things, like rinse shampoo from your hair and massage conditioner into the ends. He takes pride in being useful to you, even when he knows you don’t expect him to do this for you. 

“Thank you…” Your voice is almost too quiet compared to the sound of the shower, water hitting the ground in sheets, but he hears it anyway. Always hyper aware of you in any situation. Clay pulls you back against him, until your back is flush with his chest, his hands coming to rest on your tummy, working circles into the soft skin there in an attempt to relieve some of your cramps. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, then another, and another. 

You really don’t have to thank him for taking care of you, if anything he should be thanking you for letting him. He likes doing it, likes fussing over you and seeing to all your needs, it makes him feel useful especially when he has to spend days at a time away on roadies and gets home late from games often. Hell, his schedule had been so shit lately that this had been the first opportunity in two weeks for you to sleep over. 

“You don’t need to thank me, baby” He mumbles it into your shoulder because the idea of pulling away from you right now is unthinkable, not when you’re leaning so heavily into him, sighing happily at the way his warm hands soothe the ache in your belly. 

When the two of you eventually get out of the shower, Clayton doesn’t let you lift a finger. He’s drying you down with a towel, helping you step into your new clothes, pad in place so you don’t have another ‘incident’ and helping dry your hair enough that it won’t upset you while you sleep. He takes more care drying and dressing you than he does himself, just throwing a pair of boxers on, skin still a little damp so the fabric sticks.

“Get in bed, baby, I'll go get you some tylenol, okay?” He’s pulling back the freshly made bed covers for you, letting you crawl into your spot before tucking you in. The covers are pulled up to your chin, making sure you’re not going to get cold.

“Can you make me a hot water bottle please?” You ask shyly, not wanting to be a bother as you look up at him, at the chain resting around his neck, the damp strands of hair curling around his ears, the soft smile he offers you as he looks after you. 

“‘Course, you want anything else, baby?” 

You shake your head in the negative as you burrow down into the fresh sheets. Clayton leans forward slowly, careful not to swing forward too quickly lest you take his cross to the face, to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering slightly before leaving for the kitchen. Hating the fact he has to leave you, but knowing you need some pain relief.

He tries to do it all as quickly as possible. Water boiled in the kettle, cooled slightly before being poured into your ghost shaped hot water bottle that you got last Halloween, tylenol grabbed, glass of water in hand. There’s no delaying, no distractions. It’s near 3am and all he wants is to make sure you take some painkillers, get a hot water bottle where you need it and wrap you up in his arms. All he wants is to cuddle up with you and fall back asleep, for you to fall back asleep.

Maybe he’s a sap. Maybe he’s whipped. Or maybe Clayton Keller just really likes being needed, being quietly helpful to you in the worst moments, the moments when he wants you to seek him out rather than shying away. He knows there are guys who’d freak out at waking up at 2am to blood over their bedsheets, he’s played against a few, the sort of guys that don’t want to even hear the word ‘period’. He doesn’t get it. He’ll never get it. His only thought is to make you comfortable, to ease some of your embarrassment and discomfort. 

“Here, baby, take these.” He helps you sit up briefly to gulp down the tylenol before handing you your hot water bottle, watching you melt when it rests against your stomach, cramps easing under the warmth. 

“Can you hold me?” You bite your lip after asking, like you’re worried he might say no. An impossibility really. Clayton’s never really been able to deny you anything. Especially not cuddles and affection. 

“You want cuddles, baby?”

“Yes, please.” You blink up at him from where he’s standing, tired and soft, slow, like even blinking is an effort right now.

“Okay, just let me turn all the lights off first.” He tries to make it quick, rushing around the house until all the lights are off again, the only one remaining being the lamp in the bedroom.

Clayton eases himself into his side of the bed, turning the bedside lamp off, before curling in behind you. He tugs you until you’re flush with his chest, butt fitting against his hips, legs tangled together. Clay’s arms wrap around you, one replacing your own to hold the hot water bottle to the spot where you’d been cradling it against your stomach. You sigh out happily when he presses his face into the crook of your neck, careful, soft little kisses pressed there like he can’t help himself. 

“Go to sleep, baby…I've got you.” and you don’t doubt it, Clay might be the first man in your life that you believe when he says that.

[racoon3lizabeth]

Art critics at work: part three

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

summary: remus can’t wait for the next time he sees you and sirius manages to figure out his best friend.

notes: hellooooo!! hope you like this chapter, tell me what you thiiiink. AND BTW I hope you guys know I accept requests for like mini fics and blurbs!!

One day isn’t very long. There’s only twenty four hours after all. But when he settled down behind his wheel, clutching the leather until his knuckles turned white, he simply couldn’t wait.

He fumbles with his hands, letting go of the wheel and finding his phone deep in his pocket. Clicking the side button, chewing on his lower lip when he sees the time. 16:05. It was even worse than he thought. Not just twenty four hours but twenty five.

In a few quick motions Remus opened up his chat with Sirius. Leaning back into the car seat as he starts typing.

You’re late again

Am I?

Yeah fuck

Okey I’m running

🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️

Enough with the emojis!!

That’s so mean😞

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After a few very long minutes a flushed and panting Sirius appeared outside of the car window. “I’m so sorry,” he apologises the second he opens the door.

“S’alright,” the other man brushed it off with a dismissive hand. He’s used to Sirius' problems when it comes to arriving on time. “C’mon hop in.” Remus urges, nodding his head in the direction of the passenger seat.

Sirius does like his friend tells him to, settling down in the leather seat and closing the door after him, putting on his seatbelt with a tired sigh. Without even so much as asking he quickly reaches out with his ring clad hand, fiddling with Remus' car so that his phone is connected to the stereo.

He always tends to do this, overusing his rights as the person in the passenger seat.

“Only good music,” Remus demands, driving out of the school's parking lot.

He could argue with Sirius and tell him that it's his car, he’s the one who gets to choose the music. But he also knows better than that. He’s unfortunately known the man since they were eleven years old, he knows that Sirius could easily take him down in a fight.

Sirius arches a single black eyebrow, his gaze focused on his phone as he smiles widely. “You have such a weird idea of what good music is.” He comments as he scrolls on his phone, trying to decide what to listen to, sending Remus a coy smile when he hears a faint scoff coming out of the history professor.

Like every other day Sirius eventually puts on Queen. It’s something he and Remus can always agree on.

Tranquility gradually settled over them like a nice warm blanket, despite the fact that Brian May was having another wild guitar solo in the background. It’s the kind of silence that comes from having known someone for such a long time. There’s no secrets left and most certainly no uncomfortableness. They can talk about everything, well maybe not everything.

There’s one thing Remus has always struggled to talk about.

“What do you think about the new art professor?” Sirius questions curiously, not knowing the depth of what he’s actually asking. “I reckon she’s a hundred times better than that substitute they hired for like two months.”

Remus swallows thickly as he turns the wheel, getting closer to their shared apartment. Yes he’s a man in his late twenties, soon thirties, that has a roommate. What’s the big deal?

“She’s nice.” He acknowledged, clearing his throat. Hoping that Sirius would drop it.

Sirius' perfect black eyebrows furrow slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. Unintentionally also covering up his favourite ABBA t-shirt. “Nice?” He interrogated, a hint of disbelief entering his tone. “But you ate lunch with her. She must be more than nice.” Sirius pointed out and god does Remus regret telling him that.

Remus offers him a half shrug, his rose coloured cheeks saying something completely different. “I don’t know,” he sighs, clearly trying to completely shut down the conversation, never bringing it up again.

To Remus' surprise Sirius is actually silent for a few moments. Until he can’t hold it in any longer. “Just nice?” He questions, still not believing Remus. They ate lunch together outside. Not just in the cafeteria like teachers normally do.

“Yeah nice.” He repeated, the word nice tasting awfully strange on his tongue, feeling like they’re just going back and forth now.

Sirius observed him with narrowed eyes, studying Remus. Pulling back a loose strand of black hair that fell down in his face. “Alright.” he gives up, glancing out the car window. Watching their street flashing by, their apartment getting closer and closer.

They finally arrive by their front door, Remus parking as close as he can so he won’t have to walk more than necessary. It’s not that he's lazy, actually quite the opposite. His hip and sometimes knees just tend to ache. Especially when it’s cold outside.

Sirius rattles with his keys in front of Remus face teasingly, the two walking up the stairs to the door. “You know,” he smiles. “She’s not just nice is she? I think you like her.”

Twenty four or twenty five hours, it doesn’t matter. Because they eventually passed by.

You didn’t get very much time before your last class and the beginning of the parent teacher meeting and unfortunately your last class of the day isn't by any means the oldest. So before running through the hallways to try arriving on time, even though the meeting started ten minutes ago, you needed to clean away blotches of paint and brushes.

With fingers coated in different acrylic paints you hesitantly reached for the doorknob. You truly didn’t want to be that teacher. That teacher who comes off as completely ignorant and uncaring about their students. Which you’re not, you could never be. Your timing was just wrong and honestly unfair.

The second you opened the door all eyes were on you. The hope of sneaking in unnoticed immediately shredding into pieces.

Remus' head jolts up when he hears the door shut. He’s been waiting patiently, or not so patiently as Sirius kept teasing him. Apparently his foot had been tapping against the chair's leg to the point where Sirius completely lost it.

He observes you with curious eyes, softening when they finally meet. Extending a hand, subtly gesturing for you to sit down on the chair on his right.

You shuffle over, apologising over and over to the people who need to stand so that you can get through. “Hi,” you breathe, a bit out of breath. Your eyes flickering over to the familiar man on Remus' right. His shoulder length raven curls pulled up into a low messy bun, a few strands falling out. Wearing one of his usual band t-shirts.

“Sirius right?” You extend a hand, giving Sirius a good firm shake before you sit down next to Remus. “I’m y/n, the new art teacher.” You introduce yourself.

The music teacher's forehead creases, lips twitching upwards. “Yeah,” he nods, sending Remus a teasing gaze. “Nice to meet you.” he replies kindly, looking back at you and then settling his gaze forward on the whiteboard.

The meeting returns to normal, the headmaster McGonagall standing at the front. Talking about a trip to France that might be happening for the students studying French.

Truly there’s really no real point in all of the other teachers being there. It’s just to look good and so that the parents can get a chance to talk to them if they have any questions or concerns.

Remus does try to concentrate, at least for a few minutes, but he can’t when you’re sitting next to him. He just wants to know everything about you and he doesn’t want the conversation to be short. He wants it to last for a long time, wanting to know every single little detail.

After spending a few seconds thinking, which he could’ve spent listening to the ongoing meeting, he finally leans in a bit so that he can whisper:

“Why were you late?”

You really couldn’t concentrate either since his thigh was only a few millimetres away from yours. You were waiting, patiently just like Remus, heart accelerating inside your chest. “I needed to clean up from my last class.” You explain quietly, making sure no one else can hear you.

Remus brows raised, pulling together. “Which class?” He questions. Rolling up the sleeves of his dark green sweater up to his elbows. You’ve noticed he wears a lot of those. Not that you’re complaining.

“They’re in year nine I think,” you whisper. “I haven’t really learned which classes are called what.” You admit somewhat sheepishly.

“Ah,” he nods, knowing how the ones in year nine can get sometimes. “Most of them are nice and well mannered. But you’re also new. They’ll get better soon when they’ve warmed up to you and if they don’t I'll tell ’em off.” He warns playfully, his nervousness slowly starting to wear off.

You snicker quietly, the wild and eager butterflies in your stomach getting worse when he smiles at you adoringly with those perfect deep brown eyes. An uncomfortable lump building in your throat, stopping your words from coming out.

Remus starts to feel a faint lightheadedness and glances back to the front of the room. Making a very weak attempt at actually listening. He’s never felt the urge to continue talking to someone, to keep the conversation alive. At least not as strong. Remus has always been a rather reserved person, the few people getting him out of his shell being his three best friends.

You try to ignore how your mouth is starting to feel more like a desert, swallowing desperately and subtly peering back on the history teacher. Whose mind also seems to be somewhere else.

“Mr Lupin,” you whisper, smiling nervously when he turns his head to look at you. Your faces suddenly unintentionally become very close, both of you flinching back. “How did you manage to save my seat?” Referring to the fact that every single chair in the medium sized auditorium is being used.

Remus manages to maintain eye contact, almost a bit proud of himself. “I pulled some strings,” he answered, lips curling into a lopsided grin, folding his hands in his lap.

It became quite apparent that Sirius catched a bit of the conversation. Because he quickly leaned forward up and behind Remus, leaning his arms on the top of the chair so that he can talk to you. “He yelled at a few people actually,” Sirius tells you proudly.

Remus' eyes widened comically, mouth slightly parted. “No hey, that's not true!” He defends himself just a bit too loud, a few of the parents turning around to send them annoyed glances.

He presses his lips tightly together, nostrils flaring as he exhales deeply. “That’s not true.” He murmurs through gritted teeth. Avoiding both yours and Sirius's eyes.

Due to the fact that Remus is staring down into his lap you take your chance and tilt your head to your left, raising a questioning eyebrow as you face Sirius.

A sly smirk spreads across his face, mouthing the word yes so that Remus won’t hear. But Remus knows better than that.

“What are you doing Sirius?”

“Mhm? Nothing,” Sirius lifts his hands up in mock surrender. Removing his arms from the chair, leaning back against it again. Starting to fiddle with the silver rings on his hands, one ring on every single finger. “Y/n? Does Remus have your number?” He asks, leaning forward to once again catch eyes with you, waggling his eyebrows. Knowing exactly what he’s doing.

Remus opens his mouth to answer, but you get there before him. “No, I don't think so. Why?”

“Just wondering,” Sirius shrugs, knowing he’s in for a real scolding later. “It’s rather important though, if something happens.” He ponders quietly but loud enough for both of them to hear him.

After that little interruption from Sirius' part it took you some time to gain the courage to actually comment on what Sirius said. So much time that the meeting ended and you panicked, not wanting to lose this incredible chance.

Just as he stands up, on his way to leave, you gain his attention by not rising from your chair. Everyone was on their way out, why weren’t you leaving?

“You know,” you begin to say as he finally looks at you with confusion written all over his face. “I think he was right. I might need your number,” you declare, realising you sounded a bit desperate. “For work purposes, you know. If something happens.” You add quickly, feeling how your skin begins to prickle with warmth, pink appearing on your cheeks.

Remus can’t help but look around before he answers, as if he’s afraid someone could hear you. “Uhm,” he stutters, his chin held close to his body before he properly looks up at you. “Yeah. For work purposes obviously.”

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tags: @amatoanima @po3tbbygirl @lettertovera @allformoony @ladyaida @ilovejamespottersomuch @jamesweather

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

OKAY this was initially meant to be for the wolfstarmicrofic prompt unrequited (10th Feb), but then I got too into it, it's well over 1,000 words, and I gave it a day to figure out how to end it. It's now a oneshot that doesn't currently have a name (bear with I'll figure out what to call it haha)

Remus is in love with Sirius.

Everybody knows it. His friends, most of the students, the teachers, even Sirius himself. After one drunken confession that involved a lot of him crying and apologising, and Sirius pulling him into a hug to assure him over and over that it doesn't change anything between them, Remus has reached a pretty solid conclusion.

Sirius doesn't love him.

In all honesty, it's exactly what he had expected, and why he'd kept it a secret for as long as he had. Thankfully, Sirius wasn't lying when he said it wouldn't change anything. If anything, Remus has felt a hell of a lot lighter since everything happened. Sure, all of his friends know that he's hopelessly head over heels for his best friend, and that it's embarrassingly one sided, but none of them are judging him for it. They're all being really nice about everything. It's gotten to the point that Remus can make jokes about it and have his friends laughing, rather than halfheartedly trying to conceal their pity. It's a welcome relief, even if he still spends an unhealthy amount of time crying with his curtains closed around his bed.

Still, peaks and valleys.

Everything feels a little lighter than it did before and, hey, at least he knows where everybody stands now.

Well, he thought he did.

As it turns out, all it takes is a poorly timed joke to flip Remus' world on its head.

He's just chatting with Mary, walking back from class. In all honesty, he'd thought that his friendship with them would be ruined after they found out that he's in love with their ex, but honestly? It feels like they've gotten much closer since the whole thing came to light.

As the two of them get into the common room, it's as though Sirius just... appears in front of them. He makes Remus jump a mile, much to Mary's amusement.

"Hi. Hey. Could I, er... could I talk to you about something?" Remus watches Sirius' brow furrow in that way of his, and he knows that he's going to say yes. The ominous implications of needing to talk make him feel a little bit sick, really, but he's not going to say no to Sirius. He can't bring himself to do it. Especially not when he seems so... nervous.

"'Course." He turns to Mary. "See you around?" They nod, before turning to Sirius.

"Meadowes." Sirius nods at them.

"Black. Listen, hurt his feelings and I'll do something Azkaban worthy." They jab a finger at his chest, and everyone knows that they're not joking.

"Got it," he says, quickly raising his hands. They release him, then, shooting Remus a kind smile before disappearing upstairs. Sirius turns to Remus, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Remus says, shrugging sheepishly. "They're still in the whole... feeling sorry for me phase."

"Ah. Right." The two of them start to walk up to the dorm together.

"It'll pass," Remus says gently, not missing Sirius' sudden uncertainty. "Everyone was like that at first, remember?"

"Yeah," Sirius nods. "Merlin, it was a sad few weeks, wasn't it?"

"Well, unrequited love is terribly depressing," Remus quips, hoping to draw a smile out of Sirius. Instead, Sirius gets into the dorm with clenched fists. He stops in his tracks, unclenching his hands and pressing the heel of his palm to his eye. He isn't facing Remus but, based on the shaking of his shoulders, Remus can tell that he's fighting tears. "Hey, what's...?" Sirius crumbles, burying his head in his hands and outright refusing to turn around. "Sirius... hey, c'mere."

He quickly moves in front of Sirius and pulls him into a hug without really thinking, hoping that he can hold him through whatever crisis is going on in his head. Thankfully, Sirius relaxes into the hug, tension leaving his body as he cries into Remus' shoulder.

"I'm- I'm so sorry," Sirius gets out, slightly muffled in Remus' shoulder.

"Sorry for what?" Remus asks softly, confused. "Last time I checked, you haven't done anything wrong."

"I- Moony, I'm- awful, I'm so awful." He holds Remus a little tighter, as Remus tries his level best to figure out what's going on.

"You're not awful," he says simply, firmly, hoping that it's enough to at least slightly dispel the panic that seems to be gripping at Sirius.

"I am. Fuck, I really am. I- I don't want to- I don't want to lose you."

"You're not going to lose me," Remus answers, even more confused than he was before. Sirius untangles himself from the hug, quickly wiping his eyes and taking a deep breath. "What's going on?"

"Remus, I- I don't know how to say it."

"Whatever it is," Remus starts slowly, carefully, "I promise I won't be pissed off."

"...You will be," Sirius says quietly. Remus practically wants to shake him, tell him that there's literally nothing that he could do that would anger him.

"I promise you," he says again, as Sirius looks up and meets his eyes. "I won't be." Sirius nods, taking a deep breath.

"I... well, Remus, I- I'm..." He stops himself, screwing his eyes shut. "I'm in love with you," he exhales in a rush, and-

What?

Remus' eyes widen, as Sirius chances a glance at him. For a second, Remus can't actually think. Every thought seems to have run out of his brain, his voice dying out, anything other than shock bolting from his system.

"I- I think I have been for a while, I just... I don't know, I was so scared. Hell, I still am pretty scared," he says with an empty laugh. "I just... I'd been pushing down this part of me for so long, I don't think I was thinking about how I actually felt when you... I was more thinking about making sure you knew that I didn't want to stop being around you. I mean... it took me until a few weeks back to even start thinking about what I want, which... it isn't fair on you, Rem, and-"

"You love me?"

"...yeah."

"You're in love with me."

"Yeah."

"This isn't a joke, is it?" He asks suddenly.

"What? No! No, it's not a joke."

"Because it's not funny."

"No, it's not funny. It's not a joke."

For a second, they just look at each other, both boys desperate to find something to say.

The issue is, no words are coming to Remus' head.

He needs to do something, though. He can't just leave Sirius standing here after that. Honestly, a big part of him feels like this is all just a dream, one that he's about to wake up from and mourn for a long time. There's no way that Sirius...

Fuck.

Sirius loves him.

This whole time, Sirius has loved him. He feels like he should be somewhat frustrated, after all of the time spent heartbroken, but he can't bring himself to be. Not at Sirius.

Eventually, Remus reaches his limit with the silence. He can't take just standing here with what he knows now. Words clearly aren't an option anymore, so Remus opts for the easiest option.

He pulls Sirius in by the jacket and kisses him.

After the initial surprise, Sirius positively melts. His hands reach out and cup Remus' face, as Remus winds his free arm around Sirius' waist and tries to tell himself that he isn't dreaming. This is real. Sirius right in front of him and tangible. Sirius kissing him like he's more important than oxygen.

Sirius kissing him.

After what feels all too short, both of them break apart, interrupted by the need to breathe. Remus wouldn't be able to fight the smile rapidly spreading across his face even if he wanted to. Thankfully, Sirius has a very similar smile infecting him.

"I love you," Remus says, watching Sirius blush more than he'd ever seen him blush before.

"I love you," he says back, and Remus gets the strongest urge to kiss him again.

Sirius beats him to it.

[babybearnation]

hopefully i worded this well 😖🤞

landoscar plan anonymous valentines gifts for reader thinking he would recognize their handwritings and overall the vibes of the gifts but reader always oblivious when someone likes him thinks the gifts are from someone else then lando and oscar desperately drop hints reader still adorably clueless

don't worry this is well worded! plus i really love this idea!

established!landoscar x gn!reader

lando and oscar are obsessed with you even more than they are obsessed with each other

they got together after silverstone 2023, and even though they're really happy together, they can't help but feel like a you-shaped void exists

you've worked at mclaren since 2020, so you're really close with lando, but when oscar arrived, you found yourself falling for him as well

but unfortunately for lando & oscar, you're really oblivious and didn't even know that they were a couple until they told you directly

you're happy for them, obviously, but you do feel a littte bit upset and/or jealous and you have to walk away and go calm down the second you can do so without it being weird

with valentine's day occurring during the middle of pre-season testing and preparations, lando and oscar set about making a plan on how to seduce you

lando buys you 10 gifts

oscar buys you 10 gifts

they buy you 5 gifts together

hell, oscar even convinces lando to work together on writing a love letter in case the gifts dont work (altho they are stupidly optimistic that they will)

they start planting the gifts around for you

you receive jewellery you've wanted for ages and stylish clothes that you mentioned ideally owning one day from lando

from oscar, you get hard to find sweets/snacks and things that pertain to whatever your hobby is

overall you're really starting to feel doted and loved upon

and you know the gifts are from two different people - the handwriting tells you as much - but you don't know who

even though the handwriting feels familiar, you don't investigate into it

you do excitedly tell lando and oscar all about it though which makes both of them suffer on the inside

when they realise you truly are that oblivious, they decide to start dropping hints

mentioning the next gift mere minutes before you'll find it

well, oscar is doing that. lando is telling you what the gift is as you find it

and yet, you still remain confused and oblivious as to who could be giving you all these gifts

lando snaps first, obviously, and marches over to you with the last present (a box of chocolates because valentine's day!!!) and the love letter he wrote with oscar

he hands them both to you with an insistent huff

"these are from me and oscar. just like everything else was."

he then storms off, leaving you alone with the final gift & the letter

you open the gift before reading the letter and you feel so guilty that you didn't recognise their handwriting and didn't notice all the signs they were trying to send

you read the letter two to three times before you start crying and you run from your work space to go and find them, tears streaming down your face

when you find them, you apologise for being oblivious and stupid and you confess your feelings and ask them to be your boyfriends

oscar doesn't give a fuck about the confession tbh, he just wants you to a) stop crying and b) never call yourself stupid ever again

lando meanwhile is not so patiently waiting for oscar to move the fuck out of the way so he can kiss you

yeah, you go home that day absolutely loved up and smothered in kisses from lando & oscar!

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[mrsnishimuraaa]

jealousy

slytherin riki x griffindor reader!

note: this was req! i begcut me slack i have never watched hp movie in my life and this is a tinsy bit rushed but besides that i hope you enjoy though this is not the best of works i apologise 😭😭

m.list

things could get hectic sometimes around the school, but there’s always a way around it so here you find yourself sitting next to one of the new students deciding to make him feel a little more welcome to the sometimes not so welcoming environment, but your sweet and caring nature is something that he took in well, he noticed the way that your smile flashed when you were talking to him, helping him with his work, finding his way around hogwarts and making potions here and there. but the one student that had always sat at the back of the classroom was riki. though everyone takes him for the kind of mean and come off cold kind of person but you always believe that deep down everybody has some sort of soft spot.

but the parts that you didn’t take in was how he would look at you helping other male students around with their work, inching just a little bit too close to them, the way your skirt would ride up your thighs. although you weren’t his nor has he really ever spoken to you, he wants to find a way to make you his and he’ll make sure that it will happen . and by that he means he will go to any extent to have you under by his charms or underneath him.

The classes where you would be helping other male students riki would always be eyeing holes through them from the back of the room, the way that your hands would accidentally touch when passing things to eachother , the way that they lean in when you’re speaking to them because they couldn’t hear you well enough, the jealousy that boiled inside him grew day by day until he finally decided that he had enough, starting to try and grow closer to you. occasionally bumping into you in the hallways, exchanging notes or sometimes small greetings with each other.

But the day that he saw you talking to that one guy that you always are with, having you pressed up against your locker was the day that he just couldn’t take it any more. He trailed towards the two of you slowly but he walked as if he was on a mission, really trying to see how it would play out. you catch a glimpse of him marching towards the two of you from the corner of your eye thinking that maybe he’s just coming up to you for a few answers, but oh your so wrong

“what the fuck do you think your doing?” riki’s voice echos through the hallway. the boy steps away from you “i-it’s not what it looks like” his hands raise slightly in defence. but he is almost thrown out of the way as riki shoves his shoulder. “don’t ever speak to her again” his voice thick with intention. “what are you doing?” even through this eventful situation your voice remains calm and sweet, looking at the significantly taller boy with almost loving eyes.

“playing innocent hm? like he wasn’t about to take you right then and there huh doll? fuck do you know what you do to me?” his voice barley above a whisper as his eyes briefly scan the hall “what?” the tone of his words being an affect on you “come with me” he grabs your wrist, you hesitate for a moment, you can’t just run off to your rivals dormitory, but you follow his lead anyway.

“what is this all about? what’s your problem” you search for answers as you follow him through what seems like a maze, “you drive me crazy Y/N, always so close to all those other boys” he turns to look down at you briefly “so your jealous” you scoff slightly. “ don’t fucking test me” he opens the door to his dorm, ushering you inside before slamming it shut, and slamming his lips straight into yours. your taken back slightly but soon give into the warm feeling of his mouth.

he slowly guides the two of you backward, lips never leaving yours as you crash down onto his couch. breaking the kiss as he kisses slowly down your body , sucking on your neck as his hands rub your waist. “you drive me mad” he mumbles against your skin, sliding to his knees infront of the couch, leaving him looking straight up your skirt, shyness of course takes over you and he pickes it up. “don’t play innocent with me baby” his thumb runs over your clothed pussy as you whimper slightly. “take em off” he raises his eyebrows at you, watching as you shyly yet willingly drop your panties to your ankles.

“good girl, so wet f’me already hm, wanna see what you do to me?” the tease in his tone drove you mad, nodding as he pulls his pants and boxers down, his dick springs free and your mouth falls agape slightly. “ like what you see huh? “ his large hands find your thighs, spreading them apart as he rubs the tip of his dick against your folds. “please” the word left your lips almost silently, but your breath is brutally taken from your lungs as he slams his length in all at once. a sharp gasp is torn from you “ shit- i bet he would never fuck you like this” he grunts out, leaving you no time to adjust as his pace already grows ruthless. moans and whines leaving your mouth as he plows into your pussy.

“fuck, this is what you wanted isn’t it? hm? someone to fuck you so good” god he’s so cocky, but you can’t act like it isn’t turning you on. “always being so provocative, with your tiny fucking skirts” his hand snakes to your neck, applying a small amount of pressure. “fuck please please please!” you whine out as you throw your head back, immense pleasure taking over you as he absolutely destroys your insides. “yeah you wanna cum?” he taunts you as you nod quickly. “be a good girl and cum for me, bet he could never make you cum like this huh” his thrusts deepen even more, feeling like there’s a meaning to each thrust.

and before you know it your walls are pulsating around him as you squirt, liquid covering his pelvis and the top of your skirt “ah! shit”he slams himself even deeper this time with a grunt, emptying his balls almost straight into your womb. “never speak to that fucking guy again, got it?” his eyebrow raises , you nod hesitantly at his almost harsh words. “

good girl, maybe come sit with me in the back of class, find out how good you are at staying quiet hm?”



[starauras]

𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 ⚝

Caleb x you!!

warnings:nsfw mdni don’t interact please. fingering slight curse words not proof read at all. don’t like? don’t read. somewhat plot

Your hair was a mess, cheeks were red drool was spilling from your lips all cause of the man right infront of you. “Tsk tsk tsk shoulda listened to me love now she’s gotta pay the price for it hasn’t she?”

Two slender digits slid up against your gummy walls your knees buckling at the sensation, “Caleb-please slow down.” You sluggishly mustered out, Caleb’s free hand squished your cheeks together his eyes meeting yours there was a dark gleam in his eyes that made you even more weaker.

“Nah ah ah too late for that love, you should’ve told me where you were going but you didn’t.” His fingers shoved right into your soaked pussy making you yelp and jolt.

“Awh she’s already so soaked and i haven’t even done much yet.” His fingers pumped in and out of your pussy at a brutal pace you could pass out your fingers wrapped around his wrist trying to at least get some space from him but he just went even harder.

The sounds from your pussy echoed off the bedroom walls making you feel even more embarrassed, caleb’s digits then pinched at your clit making you scream more than you intended.

“Guess i should deserve some apology now shouldn’t i love?” Caleb’s eyes meet yours again his voice was commanding more than usual, you couldn’t even coherent a sentence properly you didn’t muster up an apology fast enough and ended up with a sharp smack on your clit.

“I won’t ask again, c’mon or is your brain that mushed already hm?” He was most definitely mocking you now, but he loved the sight of the way you looked he couldn’t get enough the way your eyes were slightly glossy and your bottom lip was shaking.

His large digits pruded against your walls before moving in rapid circles hitting against your g-spot, repeatedly you felt your orgasm coming to crash at you in waves.

“Caleb- please i’m gonna cum.” your voice was shaky and tears were forming up in your eyes.

Caleb stopped his movements for a moment his voice was sharp, “And why should i let you huh? you think you deserve to cum after the stunt you pulled tonight?”

You looked away unsure on what to say but the need to cum was spinning in your head and you couldn’t hold it in you needed to.

“Caleb please- i’m sorry i’m so sorry i promise i won’t do it again just please please i need to cum i need to pl-please.” You were on the verge on collapsing with pure need at this point.

“Good girl it’s a lot easier when you apologise isn’t it? go ahead cum.” Caleb’s digits pushed back into your pussy your walls clenched around him sucking his digits in your orgasm crashed over you, you moaned your juices getting all over this fingers.

His fingers kept pumping milking your orgasm after your breathing evened he took out his digits with a slick pop.

“Come with me love i’ll help you get cleaned up.” Caleb’s other hand reached out to you and he took you to the bathroom to clean you up, and you fell asleep blissfully in his arms.

a/n: welll this kinda just got into my head while watching the new banner guys ugh caleb’s mullet is just mwah. he’s fucking gorgeous anyways might make one about rafayel who knows. credits to @seulzitos for the divider!!

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer couldn't believe it. He's here- Adam is here. Right in front of him. He's real.

That's when everything slapped Lucifer in the face. His appearance and his room were a complete mess, definitely not something he wants Adam to see.

Snapping his fingers, Lucifer's room became only a tad tidier, and he summoned himself some clean clothes and the best imitation of a put-together guy. His hair was slicked back, brushed, and even though he couldn't help the paleness, some different tones foundation will do.

But Adam growled before he could put on his purple eye shadow: I don't give a shit how you look, it took me nearly four hours to fucking drive here, so stop wasting my time, shorty.

Charlie glared up at Adam, she hated how he spoke about mad to her dad. There was no need for it. But when Adam didn't even shoot her a glance, she gave up.

Lucifer: I- of course, sorry! Come in!

Charlie smiled at her dad as Adam walked into the room. Giving him a thumbs up, she walked away.

Breathing out slowly, Lucifer closed the door. He's got this. He's definitely got this.

Turning around to face Adam, he felt his heart race and his body burn. Adam, the minx, was torturing him.

Adam was sitting on Lucifer's couch with his legs folded. His large furr coat was open and draping off his shoulders. He had a short dress that showed off his legs till about mid thigh, and tasteful gaps showed off his midsection and a good part of his chest. And those thigh-high heels were doing something sinful to Lucifer's body.

Though the more Lucifer stared, the more Adam's leather wings twitched and his tail trashed.

Adam: Eyes up here, Lucifer.

Lucifer blushed snapped a small chair in front of Adam: S-Sorry! Sorry!

Sitting down, Lucifer smiled softly at Adam. He was too scared to do much else, in case it set Adam off.

In the dimness of the room, Adam's yellow and pink eyes glowed menacingly. If Lucifer wasn't the Devil, he would be terrified.

Lucifer: S-So, uh... thank you for coming... first I... I wanted to apologise. Properly.

Adam tilted his head: For what?

Lucifer blinked: Uh... w-well... I would say Eden, but... I think that's a topic for another day...

Adam: Yeah, there's only so many of your fuck ups we can talk about without alcohol.

Lucifer chuckled awkwardly: Yes, uh. Well. You're not wrong... so, first... I'll apologise for my actions the first time we met in Lust. What I did... I shouldn't have hurt you. That was uncalled for and completely unreasonable. You didn't deserve that.

Shifting in his seat, he decided to keep talking when Adam said nothing: S-Second. I shouldn't have gone to your house uninvited and... uh... and-.

Adam: Try to fuck me in my pool?

Lucifer recoiled. Fuck, that sounded bad. Because it was: Yes. That was incredibly stupid of me... I... I spoke to Charlie afterwards because I didn't understand where I went wrong- you're an incubus, I thought... you would want me that way. But, she made me see that just because you're a sex demon doesn't mean you want sex all the time or would have it with everyone and anyone... I've learnt the error of my ways and how that affected us negatively and had... the opposite effect I wanted it to have.

Adam: Hm... anything else?

Lucifer straightened up: Y-Yes, actually. One more thing. With Ozzie... I shouldn't have denied your form to go to earth. That was selfish of me, and... so, so wrong. I've waited a long time to speak with you, and I could have easily waited another three years. Especially if it would have helped you.

Adam: ...That's it?

Lucifer nodded: That's it... for now.

Adam gave a small laugh, making Lucifer beam: Look... I appreciate what you've said. I'm glad you've realised how much of a cock hole you've been.

Lucifer: Oh- of course!

Adam: But.

Lucifer: But?

Adam: But, I don't think I can forgive you... not yet. And, I'd like to work on that... I want you to know how much you've hurt me... not only these last few months, but also during our meetings, and in Eden. I... I did nothing to you, and you treated me like fucking shit. I was so confused, I had no idea why you just- starting hating me! Avoiding me! Like... like I was some sickness.

Lucifer: I... I understand... but, that wasn't the case! It's just... when you get in a relationship, you kinda... lose focus on everything else.

Adam: ...Bullshit.

Lucifer sighed: Adam-.

Adam: No, shut up. Don't "Adam" me, like I'm some fucking idiot kid. I've lived as long as Lilith, I'm not fucking stupid! You hated me! The way you looked at me-! The way you would both glare and walk away from me-! Like I did something! The fuck did I do?!

Lucifer: That- that isn't important right now-.

Adam: Yes, it fucking is! It is because I say it is! What did I do, Lucifer?!

Lucifer stayed silent.

Adam: What did I do?!

Lucifer: Nothing! Absolutely nothing! I swear!

Adam: ...Then... then, why...? Why would you hurt me...? For no reason? You thought it would be funny? What? Why?! You better have a fuckinf good reason, Morningstar, because you fucking broke me. My life was miserable on Earth, and in Heaven- because of you and that fucking whore wife of yours! So, tell me! Tell me the reason why I was nothing to you?! Tell me why I wasn't good enough to come back for- but Eve was?! Why did you come to save her but not me-?!

Lucifer: She said you hit her! That you controlled her!

Adam: ...W-what? Who?

Lucifer: ...Lilith...

Adam: ...H-Hit her...? I've... I've never... done that... I- I swear... I never hurt her- I loved her!

Lucifer: I-I know you didn't...

Adam: What? Then why did you... you just couldn't say no to her? Was she worth me than me? I... I don't understand...

Lucifer: ...I believed her. Everything she said... but she lied. Adam. All of it. She lied.

Adam: ...I... I was ruined... broken...because of a lie...? I... I wished for death because of a lie...? I lost everything... because of her... f-fuck- I-I need to get out of here. I'm sorry for coming- fuck, I shouldn't have come.

Lucifer panicked as Adam stood and pulled his coat tightly around himself. As he made his way out of the room and down the hall, Lucifer followed quietly behind.

Lucifer: Adam- wait, please.

Adam: Wait?! I- do you have any idea what this means?! Nothing! I was broken for nothing! I could have been different, Lucifer! Perfect, I could have been Perfect, but she took that from me! She took everything and YOU rubbed dirt in the fucking wound! You want me to wait?! I wanted you to wait! I wanted you to fucking come back for me! But you didn't! I-I want to scream at you! Yell-! Fuck, I want to kill you! I'm so angry I don't know what to fucking do!

Adam knelt down, pressing his back into the wall. His hands gripped his hair, he felt tears in his eyes but they wouldn't fall.

Lucifer didn't know what to do. The man on the floor was shaking and breathing hard and fast. He was so lost.

When he looked towards the stairs, he saw everyone from the lobby standing there, looking at Adam and him. He just looked at them dumbly. Or, more specifically, looked at his daughter. What could he do?

Succubus au

@beef-brisket

@fanofstuff01

(This au was originally on @things-aren't-what-they-seem66blog and was originally thought of by an anonymous ask)

The roaring of the crowd and the playing of his guitar deafened his ears but the incubus didn't care. He loved the way they cheered his name while he shredded on his axe. With one final strum, his song was done. He raised his arms and gave the horns, to which his fans reciprocated, and bid them all goodnight. He walked away his hands still raised until he was out of sight from them. Adam sighed heavily and wiped the sweat with his forearm as he made his way to his dressing room.

Once there he flopped onto the couch and groaned. Though Adam loved being a rockstar and having adoring fans, he wouldn't lie to himself, each performance, especially concerts, can be quite draining since he always had to prepare with mic checks and making sure he sounded right. Steve, his producer/manager/on-and-off-again fling, always assured him that these were mandatory. Just one of those sacrifices that come with being a star. Still, Adam felt a little like shit and he needed a drink, a hard one. Unfortunately, his evening wasn't quite over yet as knocking was heard from the other side of the door then a voice called out.

Assistant: Excuse me? Commander? I'm sorry for bothering you but I brought the VIP guests here with me.

Adam sighed completely forgetting about that. Almost all VIPs get access to meet him after every show. Though he loved his fans coming to him and saying how much they loved him, maybe even getting some head from the older crowd, tonight, he didn't want to. However, he knew that he didn't have much of a choice. Unless he wanted Steve up his ass, and not in a good way. Letting out a long groan he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and yelled out to her.

Adam: Bring them in.

He closed his eyes and sighed once again as he heard the door open and feet shuffle in. He prepared himself for the immediate responses of squealing and clamoring over to shake his hand. However, he was not prepared for a familiar voice to call out his name.

Charlie: A, Adam?

He opened his eyes and standing in front of him were Charlie, Vaggie, and a one-eyed sinner.

[a-whispering-echo]

more canon-ish au where Dust pisses Nightmare off one too many times by trying to fuck off back to his au that Nightmare just locks him in the basement - or dungeons, really - as a chew toy for Killer, and a food source for himself :)

maybe one day, Cross and Kilelr finish up a mission, and Killer pushes Cross through the portal he just forced him to make, and tells him that 'trying to run off like that will have you ending up like Dusty' - to which Cross is very confused. whos 'Dusty?'

maybe he goes to Horror, and asks him who this mystery person is. and maybe Horror freezes up for a moment.

maybe Horror tells him about Dust, maybe he doesnt. maybe he tells Cross that once upon a time, there was a moment where the three of them were friends, before Dust started picking fights harsher with Nightmare and Killer when he was brought back kicking and screaming from his latest escape attempt, before Killer because so manipulated and forced into being someone hes not by Nightmare.

Maybe Horror tells him this as he prepares a bowl of soup, to give to Dust in hopes of keeping alive a little longer. to raise his HP just a SMIDGE so he might survive the night. maybe he does it out of kindness, or maybe out of cruelty - maybe he hates Dust so much for what he did that he wants the fucker to suffer just a little longer.

or maybe Horror doesnt tell Cross anything.

Maybe Cross finds Dust on his own one day. sees the pile on the floor, unmoving and still. maybe he Checks him - something considered RUDE, but, well... Dust isnt exactly in the to complain, right?

Sans Murder Dust - Lv20 ATK - 145 DEF - 98 HP - 70/1250

*Too DETERMIND to give up.

and maybe Cross takes pity.

maybe, he comes back a few days later, pockets full of Monster Candy, and sees Dust awake. Sitting up in the corner, silent, just watching him come in. The walls have more gouges and cracks than the last time, and the bowl that Horror may have brought is shattered in the corner.

Maybe Cross checks him again, and reads his DEF - 102. Jesus, he is NOT trusted right now..

and maybe Cross then summons a bone attack, putting no Intent to harm into it (hell, maybe he even unconsciously put HEALING Intent into it, and by GOD doesnt THAT tell you something, because Cross ISNT a healer) before he raises the attack at Dust, making sure he for certain sees it, before Checking him again - DEF 159.

and thats EXACTLY what Cross thought would happen.

Dust isnt anywhere NEAR as far gone as Horror, or even Killer or Nightmare seem to think. Because hes raising his Defence around attacks. he doing that instinctively, instinctively trying to protect himself from thing he KNOWS are going to hurt him. so that he LIVES.

So Cross dismisses the attack. apologises for scaring him (and for the Checks) and chucks him the candy. 10hp a piece isnt great, especially when you Max Hp is as high as Dusts is, but its SOMETHING. and that gives Dust more strength than hes had in years.

And maybe Dust is gone the next time Cross comes to see him.

Or maybe hes not. Maybe hes still stuck there, waiting, forever, in a place he wants out of desperately, but cant.

Who am I to say, after all?

[elliespaggetti]

GET IT - CHOI SEUNGHYUN

LUCKY FOR ME - LAUFEY

a/n: im so sorry i posted this so freaking late, i legit got HARASSED by school, and mostly have been feeling lazy. I will update this series every week, or bi-weekly, depending on my mood. again, i apologise for updating this series so late, and enjoy my babies.

(this is a oneshot collection, but if you want part twos request them)

warnings: swearing, no beta read femme reader fluff VERYYYYYYYY short.

summary: After being hired as a translator for BIG-BANG'S shows, you cover for your friend who was supposed to fetch their outfits for tonight's show. But then, unexpectedly, they had moved the outfit section months ago, and now you have no idea were you are. But then, a certain someone comes as your savior.

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Why the fuck did I agree to this? I have absolutely no idea where the fuck I am.

You walked in the so-called closet, but no clothes are in sight.

The room was covered wall to wall with awards, and the floor was a marble white. I glanced at the floor, and I was met with my own reflection. It was really that white, wasn't it.

My eyes flicker to the wall, and I walk closer to take a look at them.

"MAMA, AWARD FOR SONG OF THE YEAR" The words were printed neatly around the base of the award.

These are all the awards that they have won, I realise.

I turn around to call my friend to complain that the closet wasn't where it was, where i was met with one of the band members.

"Impressive, isnt it?" Seunghyun says in broken english. You look up to see him leaning against the small frame of the door.

"Hah, I speak Korean. I'm a translator." You speak in Korean, surprising him.

"Oh, well thats a relief. It would have been really awkward." he huffs, and you both share a tense glance.

"Anyways..." You start, "I have to go and complain to my friend that I have no idea were your costumes are for tonight show" You walk forward, trying to escape this intimating show-down.

"Wait, I can show you to it, if you like." He offers. Its much better then just wandering around, hoping to find it.

"Well, okay" You accept, vowing to curse out your friend for not having better instructions.

He makes room for you to walk through the frame of the door, and you both start walking, him leading.

"So...." he starts, trying to make conversation, something that you desperately didn't want. "What are you doing here? Arent you supposed to be translating?'

You laugh before answering "Well, my friend was out sick, and she asked me to cover for her."

"So what does that have to do with you sneaking around the trophy room?" He jokes, but gives you a serious look.

"Well, she had to get the clothes for the show tonight, and my dumb ass thought that was the closet. Sorry for lurking around.." You apologize.

"No, it's okay." Seunghyun reasures, and he stops.

You hadn't noticed, but you had arrived at the closet.

It was filled to the brim with clothing, mostly brightly coloured. It hurt your eyes to look at, but you were still thankful for Seunghyun's help guiding you. You glance at Seunghyun, and you see him mesmerized, like he had never been here before.

"Wow, its been a while since ive been here..." He breathes, meeting your gaze.

"Well, thank you for taking me here." You say, before freezing. Should you hug him? I mean, you both just met each other, and you technically work for him.

Before you could decide if their should be any contact at all, you hear a voice.

"Seunghyun! Come here for a sec!" The voice yells, and his eyes furrow.

"Im sorry we couldn't talk more. I have to go. Can you talk later?" He questions.

Honestly, your surprised that he would even want anything to do with you.

"Oh, sure.." You say, before he turns around and walks towards the exit.

Thank god he was faced away from you, or else he would have saw the blush that covered your face.

" Lucky for me, I guess" You mumble, and turn around to try and find the outfits for the show.

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[ezrasxfics]

Heyyy,Can you write an angst where Ragatha can't control herself for the first time and says something that REALLY breaks Jax's heart, and Jax gets abstracted because of Ragatha, and then Ragatha suffers a pang of conscience??

I HOPE YOU ABSTRACT-!!!

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platonic ragatha + jax angst

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ragatha pov

just another day. another day in this circus. another day with jax tormenting everyone-!! he always does this. it’s infuriating, it’s exhausting. i’m tired of cleaning up after him! honestly, he is the most insufferable person i know.

right now, he’s making fun of gangle. breaking her comedy mask again. i’ve genuinely lost count of how many times he’s done this, and i’m not going to let it slide anymore. he’s hurt us all enough, and it’s genuinely getting to the point where i need to confront him.

so that’s exactly what i’ll do.

without even thinking about it, i find myself approaching him, hands on my hips in anger. “JAX—! what are you.. why are you doing this!? why do you always have to— oh my god..” i rant, losing my train of thought halfway through because of that infuriatingly smug grin. just looking at it is enough to make me want to snap him in half like a twig.

“c’mon, raggy~! it’s all in good fun. she’s laughin’, ain’t you, crybaby?” he retorts, using his fingers to contort her mouth into a grin. “see? y’know, i don’t think ive ever seen her this happy! maybe that mask is really useless after all, huh?” at this, gangle whimpers a little, only feeding into my fury at this.. disgusting rabbit.

“HAPPY!? she’s anything but happy- look at her- no- get your hands off her—“ as i say this, i slap his hands away from her, allowing her to return to her natural, a lot less creepy, expression. “you’re so cruel to her. she doesn’t deserve this- none of us do-!!”

“well, none of us deserved to be trapped in this place either, did we?” he snaps back, horrible logic. he’s right in the fact we don’t deserve to be here, but that still doesn’t give him any right—

“well maybe YOU did-!! god- i hope you abstract-!!!” i yell, before realising what i said, covering my mouth in pure shock and regret. “i- i didn’t mean—“

“yeah, ya did, raggy. you meant every worda it." his smirk falters for a few moments, before he turns around, retreating. “this was a waste of time, see you guys later.”

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a day has passed now, and jax is still sulking in his room. nobody’s seen him. did i go too hard..? i mean, i’ve never yelled at anyone like that before, it felt wrong. no. it was wrong. of course i don’t want him to abstract, i wouldn’t wish that on anyone, no matter how cruel they are. i’m outside of his room now, trying to check in on him, to apologise. i know he won’t accept it, but there’s no harm in trying.

knock knock

“jax? are you there?”

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“about yesterday, i didn’t mean to..”

……..

“jax, i know you’re in there, i can hear you moving around! please, just let me in. we can talk this out—!”

…………..

“please.. you’re scaring me a little.”

…………………..

“i’m coming in, okay?”

i gently open the door.

“ja—“

he wasn’t there. in his place, a giant, glitching creature. abstract shapes. abstract— god, no. no, please, no.

i resist the urge to shriek, to run, because i know this is my fault. i need to face the consequences of my actions. jax abstracted, and it’s all my own doing.

wish come true. except not really.

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thanks for the request!!!! can you spot the reference to a particular horror game?? :33

reblogs appreciated!!

[akicklineisinevitable]

i realise you didn't mean anything by it, and i did kind of overreact, that's on me. i'm not being a "hater", i'm just trying to explain the very serious implications of what you posted.

"starkid planned to put literal furry porn in nightmare time" would be very troubling if it was true, especially considering the fanbase for their shows and Hatchetfield in particular skews pretty young. worst case scenario, if someone sees that post, takes it at face value, and spreads it around, it could telephone pretty quickly into false accusations of gross behaviour.

i appreciate that you try to fact-check your posts, and that's good practice to do so- and it's understandable that you didn't want to check this on the chance there might actually be nsfw content, if it makes you uncomfortable.

i'm not trying to rag on you here - and i apologise again if i was too harsh - but i don't think you should have posted it at all if you didn't have the facts and you knew that going in.

Today I learned that Nightmare Time had a number of scrapped stories, one of which was literal furry porn and another of which involved CCRP employees mutating into an army of Ted clones.

No, this is not a joke.

I really, really wanna see these.