#got bored of the dusty purple

[killanyone4you]

my heart's falling fast for you

your eyes, brighter than any moon ♥︎

in a trance, lost in a dance with the stars

pure light piercing my dark heart ♥︎

[solar-wing]

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⚣🦍 A/N → The final installment! Fair warning. For those who read the original version, this one is going to be completely different. With my updating and revising the previous parts, this is the ending I originally pictured but decided to not go with at first so I hope you all enjoy it. As mentioned in the last part, the full NSFW version will be posted to Patreon. WARNINGS: MALE INTERSEX READER. Canon-Typical Violence. Bondage & Gagging. Manhandling/Rough Treatment. Emotional Feelings. Some Comfort&Fluff Vibes, etc! All NSFW warnings will be on the full version.

⚣🦍 Summary → The moment has arrived. Conner's finally got you where he wants you and is ready to tear you apart from the inside (literally). However, a timely arrival from your friends could offer itself as a last chance to escape his grasp before he is able to claim his prize. Are your teammates up to the challenge though with the Kryptonian's increased strength and full powers?

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Today was really not your day.

How you ended up in this situation? No one knows, but what or who could you have possibly angered to have something like this happen to you? No punishment in the world you imagined could be as bad as that time you got in trouble for acting out in school and they called your dad.

He could be a frightening man when he wanted to be.

But nope, this outweighed that by so much. And the day started out normal as usual.

Well, as normal as possible for a young superhero with pyrokinesis who was part of an elite team of other young superheroes and vigilantes.

Usual shit, you know?

You woke up, got out of bed, and ate breakfast with your dad before running (flying) off to your university. Classes were boring, you and your buddies acted like goofy idiots all day, and you burned a few kids on the ass for being assholes to other students. 

At the end of the school day, you made up an excuse of why you couldn’t hang out with your friends before rushing off to the abandoned photo booth/zeta gateway in an alleyway of your city to meet up with your team. The second you got there, Batman called you all into the mission room to give details of Professor Ivo’s newest schemes before sending you all off in the bioship to discover what he was up to.

Arriving at the abandoned warehouse where Ivo was sighted, it wasn’t long before things had gone from calm to chaotic. The dusty and dirty building was filled with a bunch of brand new boxes that contained an army of laughing MONQI robots, Ivo’s annoying little robotic henchmen.

It was a trap, one you realized a little too late when you got nabbed by a couple of the laughing androids. Superboy came to your rescue only for you to realize the set-up was for him when he got injected with a purple serum. After you got your bearings, you managed to trap Ivo and take out the last androids, but Conner was out clean, and you had no idea what they had done to him. 

Red Tornado was able to deduce what the mysterious liquid was when Conner woke up after you all returned to Mount Justice and he began acting very aggressive and animalistic towards you. Let’s just say your scent was ‘desirable’ to him, and he was very keen on keeping it and you to him as long as possible along with other things. Details aren’t needed, but from many of his actions, the wind-controlling android figured the Kryptonian was injected with a hormone-boosting solution.

Its intended use was for him to turn into an angry, instinct-driven savage and kill you and your friends. Thankfully, you knocked the vial out of him before it could be fully administered, but his instincts were still amplified. Only instead of a murderous beast, he became the superhero version of a horny and aggressive brute dead set on fucking you stupid.

Thankfully, your friends and mentors intervened and managed to get you away from ‘Caveman Conner,’ as you dubbed this new persona. However, he did not make it easy for them at all as apparently, that serum made him extremely possessive as well, leading to him holding you captive on his shoulder like a potato sack while fighting your friends and mentors like they were world-class villains for attempting to get you away from him. 

Whether that was a Conner trait before the injection or one that was created after was something you didn’t think about though, considering he acted nothing like this when he was with M’Gann.

This entire ordeal led you to discover Batman’s apparent insurance policy for the Kryptonian, in case he or Superman were to ever go rogue. It made you wonder if the superhero had backup plans like that for all the other members of the league, your meta and magical teammates, or even you.

As far as you knew, there wasn’t anything that could counter your powers as long as you weren’t extremely cold. And it wasn’t like there was a member in the Justice League who shared similar abilities to you that Batman could test something out on. But, of course, as cruel fate would have it, the Dark Knight did indeed have an insurance policy for you which Conner had discovered and taken advantage of after shutting off the electricity and luring you to the garage hangar when you and he were alone after everyone had left out.

With the power and communications off in the Cave, your powers nullified and the dark-haired boy’s own amped up since he apparently unlocked his full Kryptonian abilities due to the effects of the serum, you were trapped inside, defenseless, and at his mercy.

Not only had he forced you back into the Cave after you almost escaped, but he smashed the panel that controlled the garage hangar door rendering it completely useless before proceeding to handcuff and gag you while giving a pre-show of his intended plans.

Now, you watched in anxious anticipation as the Kryptonian carried you down to the hall to wherever with plans to ruin your body for his own carnal pleasure.

Yep, normal shit.

Okay, you knew where you went wrong now; you got out of bed.

The tight pressure and soreness in your abdomen had become like a throbbing sensation with every step Conner took that would slightly cause a repeating push against your waist from your position on his shoulder. You did your best to keep your body upright to avoid the very familiar feeling of blood rushing to your head and swimming around in your ears, but it seemed Superboy was taking his good ole time and your upper body strength was getting weaker and weaker.

You also tried to keep your mind off the ache and tingles running up and down your arms as they rested against your back with the metal of the cuffs weighing them down. The Kryptonian chuckles at your futile efforts to escape his hold, with your weak squirming and struggling as he continued fondling the soft flesh between your legs with the same hand holding your thighs against his chest.

He loved the sounds of your muffled whines and cries, feeling like the most powerful person in the world as you were virtually helpless and at his mercy. You would not enjoy the boost to his ego that was guaranteed to happen, especially after his little preview of your night in the garage hangar which you prayed to whatever deity watching that the cameras throughout the base were powered down to and didn’t catch any of that on tape.

The last thing you needed was your friends reviewing the footage and seeing you get violently fingered against the wall and splashing a mess all over the floor.

Speaking of which…

WHERE THE HELL WERE THEY?

Kal, M’Gann, and Zatanna had left on a walk around Happy Harbor almost 20 minutes before you decided to pack your things and head out. Your fight with Conner, including his little pleasurable fun with you had to also have been at least 20 minutes itself. So, if you were doing the math right, it’d been almost a little over an hour since they had left. What, did they decide to make a stop in Gotham too? 

What the hell were they doing and why weren’t they back yet?!

Who were you even kidding though? Conner virtually made sure there was no way to get back inside the base without him knowing about it. And of course, if they did manage to make it inside, he’d be alerted well in advance and have time to do whatever with you before going to deal with him. 

Of course, you could fight or melt your way out, but with this stupid cooling bracelet on your arm, that wasn’t happening either. You were trapped inside Mount Justice and the only way you were leaving was if the Kryptonian allowed you to.

Why was that low-key kind of hot though?

Despite how embarrassing this whole ordeal felt, you couldn’t deny how erotic all of this was. If it wasn’t for the emotional mess this would eventually lead to, you would have played the role of the innocent and helpless virgin, ahem, victim from the beginning, no questions asked.

His possessive attitude, treating you like the most valuable piece of treasure in the world and not wanting anyone else to have it. The aggression and dominance in how he handled not just those who dared try and take you from him, but how he dealt with you and your ‘bratty’ behavior.

What’s that purring sound?

Suddenly, Conner came to a stop. You tried your best to turn and see where you were before everything moved in a fast blur as the dark-haired boy turned to look at the two companions that were following behind.

“Stay.” He commanded in a gruff tone.

Wolf nodded at your captor, before planting himself right next to the door you were facing, Sphere going to the other side of it. The Kryptonian entered the room shortly after.

It was dimly lit by the red emergency lights of the Cave, and as the door shut behind you two, it became even harder to tell where you were. However, when you saw a few piles of clothes, some workout equipment, and a bin of tools in different areas, you quickly found the answer: Conner’s bedroom.

Well, at least he was considerate in choosing a more private place this time to have his way with you.

A part of you was excited at the thought of getting to have sex with your crush. But, the other side where logic and rationality were still speaking kept you apprehensive. When all was said and done and Conner (hopefully) came back to his senses, where would you and him stand?

You didn’t want to risk losing your friendship with the Kryptonian if it turned out he didn’t harbor any romantic feelings for you and this was some sort of anomaly. How could you both even work on the same team together if there was an awkward air between the two of you?

He walked across the room before you felt yourself being nudged up, one of his arms coming up to your back as he gently lifted you off his shoulder and deposited you onto his bed, a slightly relieved feeling running through you from the release of pressure on your abdomen. It was a surprising change of pace from the rough antics you were used to.

Conner brought his face directly above yours, staring into your own pupils with an expression that made you feel as if you were in trouble, which considering the previous events, you probably were.

What you didn’t expect was for his hand to rub down the side of your face in a soft caress, his calloused fingers somehow feeling soft to the touch. His eyes slowly traveled across your face, seemingly taking in every detail they could while you definitely did not snuggle your face into his hand.

You know what, you could have this moment. Just for a little bit.

Your soft whimpers were the only sound that was heard as the Kryptonian stared at your shiny, wet eyes before he leaned back up while his hands moved down to the front of his pants.

This was it.

The moment you fought so hard to avoid had finally come. You couldn’t deny the many parts of you that felt excited, the anticipation at knowing you were about to get something you’ve wanted for so long. Well, a part of something at least.

You could recall times when Conner and M’Gann were still dating and you’d feel jealous at the sight of her lips upon his. The Martian getting to touch and caress the Kryptonian in ways you thought you would never be able to. It was a bittersweet thought.

In the end, you did get to have something she may have never had (at least to your knowledge), but at what cost? When all was said and done, and the serum was fully out of Conner’s system, who said he would still see you the way he does now?

He could end up resenting you for tempting him with your desirable scent. Of course, that would in no way be your fault, but it was still a possibility. 

Just as much as it was possible that he actually may feel some sort of feelings for you. It would explain why he was attracted to you out of everyone else, especially M’Gann, and why he’d act so aggressively when anyone else would try to take you away from him.

It was a nice thought, but in your mind, it was highly unlikely.

Just as he was about to unzip his pants, the sound of mechanical whirring and things powering on hit your eardrums. Your sight was blinded for a quick moment by the sudden return of the ceiling lights, illuminating the room where you could spot more details and items you couldn’t before.

‘Someone turned the power back on.”

It would seem Conner had the same realization given the enraged look on his face as he looked around the room. He hopped off the bed, you watching his tensed muscular back as he marched to the door before yanking it open and leaning out. He stood there for a few seconds before turning around, the look in his eyes even more irate as he stomped his way back over to the bed which could mean a lot of things, but more than likely one.

Your friends had returned.

The realization brought immediate relief to your body, but you didn’t have much time to celebrate as the Kryptonian lifted you into his arms in a bridal hold. You fought back as hard as you could with a renewed fight and energy.

Your goal wasn’t necessarily to escape this time (though it was still your end objective), but more so to create as much noise and commotion as possible to alert your friends to your location. And though he’d probably never admit it, the Kryptonian had a much harder time holding you still as he walked you over to his closet which was surprisingly tidy, unlike the rest of his room.

He had to keep your legs still with you kicking wildly while placing you gently on the ground in the closet. When you were fully inside, he gave you a stern look. His way of telling you to be quiet or else.

You had no plans to adhere to that warning. The second he closed the door, you swung your body around as best as you could and started kicking your legs against the door only to almost get singed by the red blast of the Kryptonian’s heat vision.

He was searing the door shut like he did with the garage hangar door to keep you trapped inside, and more importantly, keep anyone but him out.

You’d almost forgotten about his upgrade in power with the serum unlocking his full Kryptonian abilities. Now, not only did he have super strength and invisibility, but he could fly, had full x-ray and heat vision, and inhuman speed.

Your friends had no idea what they were about to walk into. Even though you held your own against Conner for the most part, it was easier to try to escape than fight him head-on, and that was when he just had his normal abilities. It’d be almost suicide to try and fight him if he was fully equipped, which he was in more ways than one…

Hey! No dirty thoughts!

You could hear him zapping his bedroom door closed, creating two fortified barriers in the event someone managed to figure out where you were. Even if you kept kicking and knocking yourself against the wall, all you’d do is manage to hurt yourself. 

The only one who’d be able to hear you was Conner with his super-hearing which you’d bet money was enhanced as well from the serum.

Trapped once again and left in darkness, the only hope you now had was that your friends could subdue Superboy long enough for them to find and free you. Potentially, with all four of you, there could be a good chance of taking him down or if need be, calling Batman to find out where his supply of Kryptonite was.

‘C’mon guys, don’t fail me now…”

“Do I even want to know what that mess on the floor is?” Zatanna asked, pointing to the wet ‘spill’ on the floor and pieces of clothing scattered near the wall.

“Probably not. What I want to know is why the door panel was not only smashed to bits but the entire door welded shut and the power shut off.” Kal said while inspecting the crumpled piece of machinery.

“Who do you think could’ve done this?” M’Gann wondered.

“I have my suspicions, but we won’t know until we check the medical wing or at least find Y/N if he’s still here.”

“I’ll go check the mission room and see if the Zeta Tube logs show any transports to his city.” The Martian volunteered.

Kal instructed her to go in stealth, just in case whoever did this was still here and watching them. He and Zatanna started searching the different halls and rooms, hoping to find something, anything that could help them figure out where their friends were and what had happened.

When they reached the medical wing, Kal's suspicions were confirmed the second they spotted the empty medical bed.

“Great, so if this was Superboy’s doing and he still has the serum affecting his mind, there’s no telling where he could be.”

“What if he followed Y/N home? Red Tornado said Conner was focused on…mating with Y/N. If he left before or right as he was waking up, he could’ve followed after him.” Zatanna said, a visible disgust coming over her face at the mention of the mating part.

“Then, why was the door blocked and the power off? He couldn’t use the Zeta Tube if the power was down. And would he even know how? Red Tornado said Conner's mental thinking was reduced to that of a primate. I’m not sure how much they knew about computers and gateway technology back then.”

“Guys!”

The two turned around to see M’Gann flying up to them with a distressed look while holding something in her hand. She was breathing hard while checking her surroundings before she looked at her two teammates and whispered something they couldn’t hear.

“Huh? Say that again.”

She huffed before checking behind herself. When whatever she was checking for was clear, she turned back and leaned closer, this time speaking a little louder but not loud enough for them to understand.

“I’m sorry, we still can’t hear you.”

The Martian girl rolled her eyes before they went wide with realization.

‘CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?!’

Kal and Zatanna covered their ears in shock before giving an annoyed look to the green martian, “Yes, we can hear you, which ow, by the way.” Zatanna retorted.

‘Good. Sorry, and don’t speak out loud! He can probably hear us. Use the mental link.’ She instructed.

‘What are you talking about? Who can hear us?’ The sorceress asked, now also using the mental link as well.

‘Conner! He’s still here, and so is Y/N. When I went to the mission room, I checked the gateway logs and found the last transport going out to Y/N’s home city failed due to a power outage. Plus, his backpack was sitting next to the console.’

Kal and Zatanna's eyes both went wide as they looked at each other with realization.

‘Okay, kind of a smart move on his part. What better way to keep your captive from escaping than to lock them in an indestructible powered-down fortress?’ Zatanna said before something down the hall caught her eyes.

‘Indeed, a bit too smart for my comfort level. But, then why would Y/N seal the doors shut? He’s the only one who could weld it to the wall and floors like that.” Kal pointed out.

‘Guys…’

‘Maybe Y/N managed to escape and melted the doors to keep Conner from escaping.’ M’Gann suggested.

“Um, guys…”

‘Possible, but why was the panel smashed and why didn’t he come to find us?”

‘Guys! All legitimate concerns, I agree. But, we’ve got bigger problems!’ Zatanna shouted over the mind link before pointing towards the entrance to a very shirtless, very pissed-off Kryptonian.

They barely had time to react when Conner charged at them. He swung a punch aiming for Aqualad but only managed to hit the ground before they each ducked out of the way.

‘M’Gann, try and establish contact with Y/N now!’ Kal commanded while pulling out his water bearers to create twin swords.

‘Y/N? Can you hear me? Y/N, this is M’Gann!’

Not even a second later, they heard your voice screaming into the link, ‘CONNER HAS HIS FULL KRYPTONIAN POWERS!’

It prompted them to look up just in time to see Conner shooting his heat vision at them. Zatanna muttered a defensive spell that blocked the crimson beams from hitting Kaldur just in time while they turned and decided to run back towards the garage hangar.

‘Thanks for the warning,’ Zatanna said in the link.

‘No problem. Conner locked me in the closet in his bedroom and he used his heat vision to sear both the doors shut.’

‘That won’t be an issue for me. I can use the teleportation spell I used to get us inside.’

‘Alright then. Zatanna, you go and free Y/N. M’Gann and I will do our best to hold Conner off as long as we can.’ Kal said just as they reached the hangar. They heard a shattering sound and an angry scream, meaning Conner broke through the shield. Zatanna muttered a spell before she blinked out of sight with a small shimmer of light. 

Just as she disappeared, Conner came flying around the corner looking more angry than before. Things were about to get serious.

The sorcerer appeared right in the middle of Conner’s bedroom, taking a moment to collect herself before she looked around the messy room.

“Ugh, boys…” She muttered before rushing toward the closet. “Y/N, are you in there?” She asked.

All she heard was muffled sounds and screams in response. She uttered another spell that would force the doors to fling open while hearing your warning screams in her head all too late before she got the shock of her life.

“OH MY GOD!” She screamed, before covering her eyes at the sight of your bound naked body.

The embarrassment you felt right now definitely exceeded what you felt earlier when your friends had to first rescue you from the Kryptonian. In your defense, you tried to warn her before she opened the door, but the girl didn’t listen.

You could hear her uttering another spell under her head before a new tank top and pair of shorts appeared on your body. When the dark-haired girl confirmed you were indeed clothed, she knelt down to untie the gag off your mouth.

“Not one word of this to the others,” You said the second you could spit the torn piece of your old shirt out.

“Agreed.”

Zatanna helped you out of the handcuffs before helping you to your feet. It took you a minute to get your balance back since you hadn’t been on your feet for a while with Conner always choosing to carry you every fucking where on his shoulder.

“What took you all so long?! Conner freaking shut off the power and trapped me in here, and then basically molested me in the garage hangar. He was just about to get his grand prize before you guys showed up. My therapist is gonna be banking off this for the next year.” You all but shouted while trying to get the cooling bracelet off your wrist.

“Okay first off, TMI. Second off, we would’ve been back a half-hour ago but we were stuck outside trying to figure out why the door wouldn’t open. Now, we know why. Speaking of which, why didn’t you just blast him or fly away and come get us?”

“Oh, you don’t think I freaking tried that?! Conner waited to surprise me with his new powers just as I got out and then as a bonus, decided to slap one of Batman’s insurance policies on me. This freaking cooling bracelet is blocking my powers, and I don’t know how to get it off!” You groaned while trying to pry the thing open.

“Ugh, hold still,” Zatanna said while grabbing your wrist.

You heard her speaking backward again before you saw the blue light on the bracelet suddenly turn green before it snapped open, falling to the ground. Just as earlier when Conner first put it on and you felt a rush of cold air, the second it was off, a familiar heat spread over your body as you conjured two fireballs in your hands.

“Have I mentioned how much I appreciate you?”

“No. But, if you order me my favorite takeout for dinner, I’ll consider it all forgiven.”

“Deal.”

Just as you both began to make your way to the door, you could hear M’Gann calling out to you on the link.

‘M’Gann, what’s wrong? I just got Y/N and we’re about to be on our way back.’

‘Don’t. Conner’s on his way to you now. Get to the mission room and use the Zeta Tube to get out of here. Kaldur took some hard hits. He wasn’t as harsh on me as he was on him, but I think he figured out our plan.’

As soon as she said that, the door was blasted off its hinges as the Kryptonian made his way through. When he saw you weren’t in the closet anymore (pun not intended) and that you were free of your cuffs, you immediately knew you were in for it by the vicious snarl he let out.

Thankfully, you had no plans of letting that happen.

He pointed his finger at you before pointing at the ground in front of him, reminding you of earlier when you first broke out of his hold. When this entire mess began…

You moved Zatanna behind you while staring at the Kryptonian in his blue eyes, formulating a plan in your head.

‘Zatanna, when I give the signal. Teleport us to the mission room.’ You instructed.

‘What about Kal?’

‘M’Gann will take care of him, I’m sure. But Conner won’t even waste his time on him. He’ll be too focused on chasing after me.’

‘Alright.’

Just like earlier, Conner could somehow tell you were up to something. You were counting on the hopeful fact he hadn’t noticed you were free of the cooling bracelet, which was met with joyous truth as he reacted too slowly to you blasting your own heat vision right into his eyes as you did earlier.

He shouted in pain while you yelled “NOW” to Zatanna who immediately grabbed your hand while uttering the spell. However, he recovered faster this time than before and immediately tried to charge at you in hopes of snatching you back before you could get away, but was too late as you both blinked away, popping into the mission room in a flash of light.

“Nice one,” You said while immediately running for the console and punching in the coordinates for your city.

Just as you finished typing, you heard an animalistic growl from behind you, turning to see a flash of white fur before you were suddenly knocked to the ground. A pair of snarling teeth were in your face as you felt Wolf’s paws on your body while Sphere held back Zatanna from trying to help you.

“Ugh, I forgot about you two.” You groaned.

He must have sent them here to hold you off, probably knowing if you managed to get free, you’d try to transport your way out of here since the garage hangar was blocked.

Out of patience at this point, you mentally apologized to the canine before letting your body be consumed in flames to force him off your chest. Yet again though, as the day was proving over and over, you couldn’t catch a fucking break.

The moment you were off the ground, Conner rushed in and immediately charged for you. One second, you were standing free and ready to make a break for the teleporter, the next you found yourself slammed against the wall with him gripping both your arms while he pressed himself against you to prevent you from moving.

A familiar rush of cold air spread over you, the Kryptonian not wasting any time slamming your good ole wrist jewelry back on.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” You snapped while Conner had his arrogant smirk before tossing you back over his shoulder, not bothering to cuff your hands while making his way to the Zeta Tube.

“Zatanna, a little help!”

“I’d love to, but I’m kind of busy not becoming a bowling pin right now!”

You didn’t have time to throw back a witty remark before you felt yourself lifted and tossed into the open portal. The familiar tingle you always got when using the Zeta passageways came over but was stronger this time. Probably because your body was colder than its normal temp from the cooling bracelet, so it had more of an effect on you.

When the flash of light passed through your eyes, you found yourself inside the photo booth in the alleyway of your city. Knowing Conner would be right behind you, you figured one last-ditch attempt wouldn’t be too worthless. Maybe you could find a place to hide or catch someone’s attention to give you a hand.

Yeah, of course. Just grab the next random person’s attention and let them know a super-powered caveman Kryptonian is after your sweet little hole, and you need help escaping in their Toyota Prius or Nissan Altima even though he can move faster than the car.

Real smart idea. 

Well, actually the Altima may not be a bad thought. Those fuckers never obey the speed limit.

The moment you exited the photo booth, it lit up again with your captor promptly exiting and smashing the booth to pieces, preventing your friends from being able to follow behind.

Because why fucking not?

You barely had a chance to turn around and run before he had you back in his grip, his smug look returning to your sight before you were lifted into a bridal hold with him taking off in the air.

‘Oh, god, I’m so fucked…’

The sound of waves crashing against land was the first thing you recognized when Conner finally landed somewhere. A salty sea smell assaulted your nostrils as you looked up and took in the deserted beach. The city lights in the distance added some illumination on the dark shore as well as the shine from the moon in the clear sky.

You could remember countless times when you’d come out here at night whether with friends or just yourself to fool around or listen to the sounds of the waves. It helped you relax, helped you think. It was where you made some of your biggest revelations and decisions, like when you first discovered your powers.

Ironic a person with pyrokinesis first thought was to run to a place filled with water. Actually, maybe it was kind of smart. If something went wrong, like you accidentally set yourself on fire, you had a quick way to put it out.

There were a lot of great memories with this place. It was comforting. It was peaceful…

He brought you up to a lone standing tree before setting your on your feet positioning you between it and him leaving you no place to move. He held your waist tight in his hands while pressing himself against you, staring down deeply into your eyes.

The shadow around his face made his strong chin and jaw look more prominent, but more than ever, his blue eyes seemed to shine brighter than the ocean right behind you two as he stared down at you with an adoring gaze.

Wait, adoring?

“Co-Conner? Is that you? Like, actually you in there?”

He stared at you quietly, his usual frown in place which only made you more nervous until the corners of his lips turned up into an all-familiar cocky grin, immediately putting you on high alert.

“Well, depends on your definition of ‘actually me’, but if you mean am I back to a regular state of mind, then yeah, seems so.” He responded.

Pardon?

“I- uh, I’m sorry, huh?” You stammered, words slowly escaping your mind.

“Think I can get a couple rounds in before the others show up?” He asked while taking a hand and palming around your stomach.

Bitch, what?

“Hold the fuck up!” You exclaimed, your hands fully planted on his chest as stared down at you with an amused raised eyebrow. “The hell you mean was that enough?! Were you actually conscious of everything this entire time?”

You may have sometimes been a little naive, a bit clumsy, and you often ran your mouth before you thought about what you were saying, but you were no fool. Boo-Boo was nowhere on your birth certificate last time you checked.

So, when Conner’s lack of confusion and surprise at the current ‘circumstance’ you were in failed to show, assumptions were made on your end. And they were not good, not in the slightest.

“Conner whatever your fucking middle name is Kent, I swear to whatever deity is listening to me right now, if you don’t explain what the fuck is going on right now, this whole beach is going to turn to glass in the next 10 seconds. Because if you’ve been playing games this entire time, pretending you were in some primal state of mind just to make a fool out of me, you’re going to realize that Batman is not the only one who has different ways of kicking your ass. And I promise you, that if-”

Your rant ended in a sudden ‘mmph’ sound when he pulled you into a sudden kiss. Out of all the times the hero managed to shock you into silence, this has to be one of the most surprising and satisfying ones.

There was a latent level of shock in your body, your wide eyes reflecting this, but the soft feel of his lips had them closing and you giving in to him within seconds. Despite his initial rough approach, there was a tenderness in the way he kissed you.

Before you even knew it, your lips were dancing right along with his. There was passion and longing in that kiss, leaving you more confused than 10 seconds prior.

The way he held and treated you was definitely different. The possessive grip he had around you didn’t falter at all. But, there was a newfound gentleness in his touch, like you were a prize to be cared for. Even if that was what you technically were earlier when he was in his conquest mode, this was not the same as that.

In those moments earlier, you were the kind of prize meant to be conquered. Here in this moment, you were rather something treasured.

Before long, your human lungs started giving you their red alert. Conner broke away the kiss not a moment later as if he already knew before you did. Your lips chased after his though, and he chuckled at your reaction before lifting a finger to your chin to tilt your head up toward him.

“Does that explain enough for you, or do you need a little bit more demonstration?”

Despite the blush written clear across your cheeks, there was a small smile appearing on your lips, as you took a few seconds to process what was going through your head and heart.

Satisfaction, physically speaking.

Nerves and adrenaline.

Ultra flamboyant giddiness.

Completely normal.

Yet, that nagging little voice in the back of your mind got louder with every fluttering heartbeat that pumped blood and butterflies throughout your veins.

What did this all mean?

“Hey,” You heard the Kryptonian speak, noticing the concerned look on his face, “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” There was a nervous tone in his words, almost vulnerable if you were listening hard enough which would be very different compared to the stark, smug confidence he showed you whenever he managed to toss you on his shoulder or dig himself inside your guts. Even before this serum fiasco, he may have been standoffish at moments and quiet, but rarely had you ever heard him talk like he was afraid of being hurt.

You felt for him in that moment, you really did, but you were also at risk of being hurt. And, rather than sit there and pretend like everything was clear and simple, you had questions that needed answering. For your own sake, and quite frankly, your own sanity.

“Conner, I-” The words seem to get stuck in your throat, with you trying to find the right thing to say, but what that exactly was couldn’t form a clear sentence in your mind. So, out of options, you just babbled.

“I don’t know what the heck is going on right now, and truthfully, I rarely ever do know what’s going on. Uh, wait, what was I saying? Oh right! This morning, we were friends, nothing more, then the warehouse happened, and started acting like a caveman and treated me like your prey or prize or whatever, not like it wasn’t super hot, because it definitely was and I shouldn’t have said that. Either way, you’re confused! No, wait, that came out wrong. I meant you’re confusing and I’m confused. Either way–

“Y/N!”

Conner shouting your name with a slight squeeze to your ass was an effiective way of shutting you up. Rude and hot, but effective nonetheless.

“I know. I was aware of everything going on.”

Now, that had you wordless.

“Well, actually, not everything. And I wasn’t in control of my actions at all. Well, not completely. Okay, now I’m confused.”

“You and me both.” You muttered under your breath. He responded with a light growl and a pinch to your ass.

“I’ll spank you.”

“Like you haven’t already done worse.” You said back with a challenging tone.

A stubborn grunt was let off before he gave you another small thrust as punishment for your smart quip, pulling a light whine from you. You could feel his cum dripping out of you slowly since his dick kept you plugged and everything inside, which you had a slight feeling he was doing on purpose.

“Alright, before any more smutty shenanigans ensue, can we talk about what exactly this is, and more importantly, why this even happened in the first place.”

Conner let out a sigh, looking down at you through his eyelashes before leaning down and giving your neck and shoulder light kisses. The giddy feeling in your stomach almost managed to cloud your rationality, almost being the keyword.

“Hey, don’t try to distract me.” You chastised him with a slight slap against his naked arm.

“I’m not distracting, I’m just enjoying the moment.” He said while giving you a few more light kisses.

Eventually, he moved you both over to the sand, setting you both down a little bit closer to the water while sitting you in his lap. However, you suddenly found yourself missing the warm contact of his skin pressing against yours.

When he finally had you both in comfortable positions, you resting against his chest and him nuzzling your hair, the intense beating in your heart that you had become used to from the day’s excitement had gradually started to slow down. You felt yourself nuzzling into his embrace more than you would admit out loud, but the man was comfortable.

After a few beats of silence, you heard Conner clear his throat. Though you didn’t want to move from the warm spot, you’d rather look the Kryptonian in the eyes as he explained himself. For your own sake.

“I was aware of what I was doing,” He started, which had your chest tightening and a sullen look appearing on your face which he noticed, “Only after you guys subdued me the first time, and like I said earlier, I still wasn’t in full control of myself.”

You could feel the confusion start to return to your mind, but rather than start rambling again, you just nodded to him to signal you were listening and let him continue.

“When I first woke up from the serum, Tornado was right. I was completely out of my mind and acting on pure animalistic instinct. All my senses were amplified even more than they usually are with my powers and all. So the onslaught of different smells and scents triggered me and I was about two seconds away from trying to kill you all, then I caught your scent out of everyone else’s, and the next thing I knew, you were all I could think about.”

Huh, nice to know you were what was stopping the team’s arguably most powerful member from murdering you all by just smelling good. Something you never thought you’d be thinking in your life, but there was a first for everything as they say.

“It started as a general curiosity, since at the moment, all my mind could think prior was anger and murder. But, of course, curiosity turned to excitement, and let’s just say I suddenly only had one goal in mind.”

“Doing me in front of friends?”

“I’d rather call it ‘mounting my claim.’ You know, animal terms and all that stuff.”

You rolled your eyes at his corny joke, before going silent again to let him continue.

“But, yes, for a lack of better words, all I could think about was shoving my dick inside you. You just smelled so good in that moment, you always have, but, the serum just suddenly made your scent feel almost irresistible to me, and all I could think of was capturing you in my arms and not letting anyone take you from me. Granted, I might have gone a bit far.”

“A bit? You call slinging me over your shoulder for half an hour while you leap, run, and fight our friends going just a bit far? Not to mention you choke-slamming Wally against the wall and damn near strangling him.

“Okay, one, you enjoyed that. I have the dried evidence on the shoulder of my shirt to prove it, spanking and all so don’t try and deny it.”

He got you there. Blushing cheeks (face and ass) and all.

“Second, I told you. Animal state of mind. In my head, I claimed you as my mine, and everyone else was a threat to that. What animal have you ever seen not defend their territory?” He asked, which you had to admit, he got you there as well.

Also, why was that kind of hot?

“You know I can still smell your arousal right? And the fact that you are in my pants and covered in my scent is not helping.” He said, to which you noticed the familiar feel of his throbbing organ below you wanting more action.

“Mind your business.”

“You’re currently sitting on my lap half naked while wearing my pants and covered in my sweat and cum. I think it’s safe to say you are my business at the moment.” He responded while tightening his hold around you.

Seriously, where did he get this smart (and hot) mouth from? That serum had to have more side effects than noted. But, you weren’t easily defeated in the sass factor. Conner may have you beat when it comes to raw strength and physical force, but wordplay? That was your forté.

“And who’s exact fault is it, that I’m even in this position?”

“Dr. Ivo.”

“Okay, well, after him.”

“Batman and Red Tornado for not making sure I was properly secured before leaving.”

“Okay! After them!”

“The others for not showing you the backdoor out of the Cave.”

“There’s a backdoor?!”

“Yeah, you didn’t know? M’Gann showed it to everyone on their first tour of the base. The garage hangar is considered the front door, and there’s a back door just in case. You didn’t think we’d only rely on the vehicle hangar or the Zeta Gateway if we had to make a fast escape did you?”

“I- … No comment.” You sighed in defeat, Conner chuckling at your tone while rubbing your back. You’d be having a word with your friends later when you got back to the Cave. Many words…

“It’s okay, I really didn’t give you many options either way. And even if you did manage to make it out the back, I would’ve just followed right behind as you already know.” The Kryptonian reassured you, which reminded you about the nagging question in the back of your mind.

“So, on that note, I’m assuming when you said you were aware of your actions, it was then?”

It was his turn to sigh after you asked your question, immediately knowing where this was heading.

“Yes. After Batman knocked me out with the Kryptonite, the serum lost some of its effect on me, but not as much as Red Tornado predicted. Kryptonite doesn’t just weaken my abilities, it affects everything in me, including my immune system. By the time I woke up, I was still very much under its influence, but I was slightly back to myself and could think and focus on more things other than sex and fighting.”

It made sense. You remembered the moment during your fight with Conner in the vehicle hangar when you realized how convenient and well-planned everything seemed. It was truly when your doubts and insecurities about everything started taking root, thinking all of it was just some game with you in the end being the actual loser.

Now, the time to find out if you lost was here, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

Some would think that paying attention to Conner’s actions and words before this, would negate some of those concerns in your head, but, as life has proven many times in the past, things aren’t always as they seem.

But, that doesn’t mean it’s always in a bad way though…

“So, you were awake then, huh? When Wally and I were talking in the medical hangar…”

He looked down at you at that moment, his eyes softening as if he could sense the growing mental and emotional turmoil in your head and chest. You wanted to focus on his words, and his words only, but it was hard with the way you could feel him pulling you in closer, doing his best to comfort you as much as possible.

It was the fact that you couldn’t tell if it was for making you feel better in the moment to alleviate your worries or cushion the eventual blow that you were expecting to come soon.

“Yes, I was. I was actually up that entire time. The Kryptonite did weaken me enough to where I couldn’t react or respond like I would’ve if I could, but I wasn’t asleep or unconscious. Truthfully, after Batman and Tornado had left and it was just you and him in the room, I was planning to just surprise you both right there. Incapicate Wally in any way I could, grab you, and run for one of the exits.”

“What stopped you?”

All day, you’d been subjected to prideful smirks, arrogant grins, and cocky looks from the Kryptonian. An annoying, but definitely attractive sub-trait of his overwhelming confidence and stalwart courage. So, seeing his blushing cheeks and undeniable shy look on his face had you sitting up very suddenly.

Conner didn’t like it since it meant you could see his face more clearly, and unbeknownst to you, you were further away from him, and he liked the feeling of you cuddling against his body.

“Why are you blushing?” You asked, not letting him pull you back in his arms like he tried. It helped you were sitting on his still very erect penis at a slightly awkward angle which limited his movements. One wrong move, and he’d be in a very uncomfortable position.

“Would you stop it?” He pleaded, clearly already uncomfortable with the metamorphic spotlight that had been placed on him.

“Answer the question, and I will.”

“I thought actions spoke louder than words.”

“And suddenly, I can’t hear. Answer.”

“How will you hear the words?”

“I’ll read your lips. Answer the damn question.”

You were staring into his blue eyes by this point, fully waiting for your answer. The Kryptonian looked right back into your own before his hands grabbed the sides of your head, pulling you into another smashing kiss like the one against the tree earlier.

This was similar but still very different from the previous one. He wasn’t trying to shut you up (considering you weren’t even talking), but merely trying to communicate the words he couldn’t bring himself to say. Ironic how he has no trouble expressing how he feels in any other scenario whether it’s his anger about a mission or irritation with an order from Batman or your comrades, but this has him fumbling.

Yet, you were not complaining about how you moved your lips against his, bringing your hands around his neck. You could almost physically feel everything he was pouring into the kiss, and it was mind-numbing, to say the least.

Once again, your human lungs reminded you of their need for oxygen. Thankfully, Conner did the work for you and pulled away from your lips with you chasing after them. He placed another light kiss on them though, while opening his eyes to your closed ones, enjoying the pleasant view in front of him.

When you opened yours back up to him, he smiled at you, placing another peck on your lips while finally scooting you back closer to him, and re-adjusting himself into a more comfortable position.

“Does that answer your question?” He asked. Though there was no trace of sarcasm in his tone, you could still spy it in his face with the humorous glint in his eye.

“Maybe. I might need another one though just to be sure. I always like to double-check my answers.” You responded with your own smile.

He laughed at you before feeling himself nuzzling his face into your neck, taking in your scent which you now could admit was actually very comforting. Still weird, but you’d grown used to it by this point.

Your doubts had been quieted, and you felt you could trust his words without second-guessing or overthinking, something that was not an easy feat to do. That’s why when a few moments of silence passed, you decided to ask one of the other questions that had been nagging in the back of your mind.

“How long?”

“Since you joined the team. I was never good with my feelings, let alone expressing or even understanding them. It took some time for me to figure out what they were, and when I did, I was nervous and scared that you didn’t feel the same about me. I knew you liked guys, but I didn’t know if you liked me. And, even if you did, I didn’t know if you would like me for… well, me. So, I stayed quiet.” He admitted, immediately knowing what you were asking.

Thinking about it from his perspective, you could see his reasoning and why he chose to hide his feelings. If you were in his shoes, you’d probably do the same. However, it was clear neither of you was good at picking up signs considering he missed all the ones that showed you were into him. Not that you were trying to, but there were moments where it was plainly obvious, enough for Wally to pick up on them which led to him finding out.

Idiots in love, the both of you.

“When I heard you and Wally talking in the medical wing, and his little teases and performance, it was all the confirmation I needed. If it wasn’t for that, like I said, I probably would’ve just waited for the right moment to snatch you away from the others and find a way out of the Cave without alerting them. But, after hearing that conversation, I figured why not make it a little bit more challenging and fun. Didn’t expect you to put up as much of a fight though. Glad I had insurance.” He explained, his typical smirk returning to his face while he marveled at the accessory on your wrist.

Hold it.

“Back up. You mean to tell me you trapping me in the Cave, fingering me in the vehicle hangar, and locking me in your closet was all for fun and a challenge? I’m nervous to ask what your ideal idea is for a first date.” You stated. He gave you an unimpressed look while nudging his still-hard member against you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy any of it. Remember, I could hear, taste, and smell your arousal through everything.” He teased while nipping at your ear. 

You ignored the horny pang in your stomach from that while pretending to be annoyed, “Whatever. Well, I hope you weren;t planning to try and do me raw. Last thing I need is to end up pregnant.”

“What if I want a kid? No better way to trap you with me than with a baby.” Conner mumbled while still giving you soft kisses behind your ear and neck. 

“Then you can explain to my dad what happened if I end up knocked up. And I gotta warn ya, Kryptonian powers or not, that man is scary.” You chuckled, turning your head to look at the superhero, who would never admit that slight nervous look in his eyes at the mention of your father.

A slight laugh bubbled up your chest before you turned looking out to the sea. The feel of the cold piece of metal on your wrist became prominent and the silence and you looked down at the device, still slightly shuddering from the chill running through your body.

“How did you even know about this thing in the first place?” You asked, pointing to the cooling device on your wrist.

“Dick let me in on a few little secrets about the Bat, though he never did tell me where he keeps getting and storing all that freaking kryptonite. Anyway, when I heard you and Wally talking about Batman’s insurance plans, I figured if he had one for me, then he had to have one for every meta on the team and in the league. While you and the others were in the lounge room hanging out, I went searching through the libraries and rooms and found some of Batman’s secret compartments.” He explained.

You raised an eyebrow at that. “Hmm, so is that when you discovered your unlocked abilities?”

“Actually, no. Right when you managed to make it out of the door, I originally was just going to do the same as I did before and well… leap after you. Even if you got away, I could track you down since your scent is alluring, but definitely not subtle. Fire powers and all,” He said with a smug little chuckle.

“Yeah yeah yeah, I get it. Heat makes smell more noticeable. Gosh, you and Wally sure love harping down that tree.” You retorted with an actual annoyed eye roll this time.

“Hey, I said you still smell good. Either way, when I jumped after you I noticed instead of falling back down to the ground, I was still in the air flying. It didn’t take much for me to realize what was going on and I just flew into action, literally.”

“So the whole welding the door shut and almost barbecuing our friends?”

“Yeah, I might have overdone it on that one, but animal instincts were still in control. There was only so much I could do to hold myself back. Every time you fought against me or got away or the others intervened was another boost to my aggression and anger, prompting my hasty reactions. And it wasn’t just my instincts fueling all this. Like I said, there was a reason your scent stuck out to me the most. Your conversation with Wally just confirmed it was returned and it made me a bit more crazy to an extent.”

“To an extent is a stretch,” You muttered under your breath. Conner let out an annoyed grunt while giving you another playful nip on your ear.

“Super hearing, remember?”

You were fully aware of his ability, but, for his sake, you played along.

“Right, sorry.” He gave a kiss to your neck as a way of saying he accepted the apology. With a little time to process everything, you felt most of your questions answered. However, there was one that was remaining at the back of your mind. Probably the most pressing one to be honest.

“So, is that why you and M’Gann…”

“We broke up because I realized that there wasn’t any real spark between me and her. What started between us was curiosity, considering I didn’t know what romance and feelings and everything else was. I just went with what I saw and observed. Sometimes it was nice, many times it was confusing, and many times, it felt wrong. So, I broke up with her. She was upset about it a little and figured it had something to do with you. She was always suspicious, but never had confirmation until this happened.”

Conner pointed his fingers between the two of you, and the reminder of your earlier indecent actions had you blushing and smiling all over again. You had to admit, it was a nice feeling knowing that most of your doubtful and questioning thoughts were for nothing.

Well, it’s better to be cautious than to fall in blindly and get hurt. But, the satisfaction and happiness you felt in your chest bloomed over all of those past feelings.

Thinking about the day's events and how everything ended up happening, you had to say you were fine with how it all played out. However, you definitely would admit you imagined you and Conner getting together in an entirely different scenario. 

Saving each other on a mission, getting into an argument and blurting things out, or even just the cutesy little moments where your friends stick their noses in and try to get you together were all ideas that came to mind. This scenario however with you sitting on the beach after he acted like a caveman and chose you as his new mate was not in the tarot cards for this category.

Though, the end result had you more than satisfied; both physically, mentally, and emotionally.

If there was anything to learn from this, you should listen to your instincts more, no matter how primal they are.

“So, are you going to take this off anytime soon?” You asked, once again pointing at the wrist jewelry you were currently wearing.

Conner smiled down at the item and you mischievously before running one of his hands over the device.

“Are you going to try and fight me again? I kind of like you being defenseless and helpless.” He joked though a part of you knew he was also partly serious.

Though, now, considering all that was said and done, it was your turn to have some fun.

“Well, considering you had to take away my powers to be able to catch me, I’d say your victory wasn’t really much of a victory at all.” You taunted while tracing a finger over his chest.

You could feel the vibration from his irritated growl under your fingertips, letting you know you hit the right button. Caveman or not, Conner both loved and hated being challenged.

“I mean, to me, it says that even with your full Kryptonian powers, you needed some cheap little trinket to be able to actually subdue me. Guess I’m just that tough of a prey to catch.” You continued your teasing, sneakily taking glances up at the Kryptonian, catching his hard and lustful stares at you.

“Is that so?” He gruffly spoke into your ear.

“It would seem so, at least to me, and anyone else watching. Don’t think you can say you claimed me if you couldn’t manage to beat me fair and square. But, it’s okay, I get it. Maybe you’re not up to the challenge. Maybe someone else will come along and prove their merit without needing to cheat.”

You barely finished the sentence before the sound of the clamp opening hit your ears. That familiar rush of warmth came over you again as your fire returned to your body. While you were distracted, Conner ripped the shorts off and his pants off of him before standing you both up, now fully naked to the world, minus your shirt.

“I dare you to say that again.”

You were really in for it now.

☀️ | Conner Kent/Superboy | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[bkgsdoll]

the ladies room - mina ashido

🍮⠀⠀ notes: not proofread!!, bsf mina ashido x nail tech reader, nsfw (no actual smut tho), suggestive, implied tiddie sucking + fingering, mention of drool, nicknames (doll, baby, my love) ‿ ୧ 🍡⠀ word count: 668

bsf!mina opens the door to the nail salon you're currently working at, the little bell on top dinging as she strides in. she's wearing a cute cropped tank with the cut low, her soft cleavage on display. "heyy doll!!" the pink haired girl squeals excitedly, waving her dainty pink hand in your direction. peeling your bored eyes off your phone, you pick up your head at the familiar voice. heads turn at the loud entrance while a bright smile forms across your face. "hii ashh!!! come sit baby!" you wave her over, putting your phone back into your pretty little purse. as she perches over the chair, your eyes immediately land on her chest, a small flustered mess spreading onto your cheeks. your wandering eyes hurriedly flicker back to her face when she flashes you that toothy grin of hers you adore so much.

after a few minutes of silly girl babbling, you finally bring up the reason she's here. you gently take hold of her hands over the hand rest, looking over her nails, humming softly. “okayy so you wanted a purple french tit— tip!! … right?” you squeak in embarrassment, quickly correcting your mistake. she giggles girlishly before humming a noise of confirmation. you spin your wheeled chair around to grab purple paint swatches for her to choose from while mina takes a hand away from the handrest to lay her chin on.

after 45 minutes of work-- prepping the girl's nails, applying acrylic, picking out charms, painting the frenchies, and brushing off the dust, you're finished! “all done!! you likeee?” you grin, clapping your gloved hands together lightly. she opens her mouth with a wide smile. “they’re soo cute, thank you my love!!” her pillowy thighs squish together as she stares at her new acrylics, fighting the urge to bite her lip before standing up. “yknow actually..” she starts, lowering her tone. you look up with innocent confusion. “i needa go to the ladies room.. can ya show me where it is?” you admire her face as she speaks-- she bats her eyelashes so prettily… wait what did she say?

you snap back into reality, fastly blinking and replaying the words that spilled out of her glossy lips. "oh! sure, yeah!!" you nod, taking off your dusty gloves and leading her to the bathroom. as you two walk past your coworkers and other customers, your best friend slides her purse off her shoulder with a face full of lust. you open the solitary restroom door for her to step in. as she does, the confident girl pulls you inside with her abruptly, locking the door immediately. you raise your eyebrows. "ash..?" you mutter, fiddling your fingers together while mina turns on the sink's faucet to wash her hands. "would you help me out and unclip my bra?" she nonchalantly asks out of the blue, lathering soap onto her hands. "h-huh??" you whisper-yell, a sudden pool of arousal dripping onto your panties.

she lowly whimpers, rushing to dry her hands before shoving you against the tiled wall. your mouth widens as she puts her bare knee between your legs. "fuckk, you're so cute.." she whines. her hand reaches into your skirt, a mewl spewing out of your mouth. you pull the back off her tank top down to dig your fingers down her back to her bra clips.

the front door opens, the bell dinging while your now friend with benefits waves her hand before blowing a kiss and strutting out of the salon. you exhale dreamily, plopping back down into your seat. "uh- yn? you got a little sumthin.." one of your coworkers points to her lips while staring at yours. you hazily hum, "hm?" you bring your hand up to your mouth, feeling yours and her mixed drool on your mouth. "oh shit." you whisper, wiping away the liquid awkwardly. "freaky gal!" another employee exclaims before the others giggle playfully. you shyly put your head down, taking out your phone again to text mina.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAu Drabble - Backstory

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The gang discussing what their backstory is going to be :3

I am sure everyone is chill about it!

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"Okay guys! you are probably wondering why I gather you all here today!" Killer grins widely at them as he stands before the group.

Cross raises his brow at him "You didn't gather us. we were already sitting here and you just closed the door-" Killer quickly puts a hand over Cross's mouth and Cross glares at him.

Killer grins as he speaks again "As I said. I gathered you here today for a reason!" Killer has got this!

Dust looks at him bored as Horror tilts his skull at him. Nightmare sits between them on the couch with his book open.

Killer grins "We need to discuss what we will tell everyone!"

Cross finally manages to free himself from Killer's hand and shoots him a look "What are you talking about? I thought we are hiding."

Killer rolls his eye lights "Not the multiverse obviously. but this universe!" he throws out his hands and Cross yelps as he barely dodges it.

Horror frowns but gives a nod "true. If we stay for longer people will ask questions."

Killer nods "indeed! And I spend the last three days, so since we stepped foot in this universe! Thinking about a backstory. And with Crop confirming he has gotten into contact witha doctor for Nightmare. It is time we set up our backstory and lore!" Killer would have prefered to have a board to cover with drawings to better show his plan but this will have to do.

Dust tilts his skull "so we are staying then?" Dust grins a bit "also don't hurt yourself with thinking so much."

Killer just grins back at dust at his joke as he can see both Cross and horror look hopeful. Killer grins as he nods "If this works out! We already have a good standing here thanks to Horror and his friendship with Crop!" which is Killer not at all jealous about. shut up. the fact that Horror decided to go back to them even when he was friends with crop proves he likes them better!

Killer forces himself to focus back on the now "Anyway! We can't say we just came from another universe because that isn't a thing here so we need a better backstory!"

Dust tilts his skull but nods "seems fair."

Killer grins and decides to go for the easiest part first "Obviously! most important. Where did Nightmare came from." and he shoots Dust and Cross a very pointed look.

Cross blushes bright purple as he connects the dots and he holds up his hands "We can't say we... we... together!" and he tries to hide in his hood.

Killer snorts "Obviously not you both. One of you need to claim the bio parent role though."

Dust has a suspicious look on his face "Why just one?"

Killer gives asmile as he just looks away. aparently he can't start the easy part first.

Dust glares "Killer."

Killer sighs "Look! We need to explain Ngihtmare's past trauma. Which means someone did something to cause said trauma." he waits but everyone nods in agreement. Killer continues "We can't just say we stole a random child. people will try to get him to go into like whatever child system they have here." another round of nods "so. easiest way. one of us got him. But with someone else and that someone did the trauma!"

Cross connects the dots first "You want to use an abusive ex storyline?"

Killer nods as he grins "yes!"

Dust crosses his arms "No one is going to believe one of us would stand by the abuse and let it happen or let it happen to us."

Killer just keeps grinning at Dust and waiting. time for the ahrdest part.

Dust blinks before glaring "No."

Killer whines and straight away goes on his knees as he looks up begging at Dust "come on Dusty! You are the like only pick for this! Neither Horror or I can play the bio parent part as we have too strong characteristics that would be suspicious to not see in Nighty!" Killer with his dark sockets, his goop, red soul and obvious red magic. That is too many strong indentifiers to ALL miss wiht Nightmare. Horror himself is large and tall and has red magic himself. Nightmare is tiny and purple so it won't fit for either of them.

Dust does not look convinced so Killer continues still on his knees before Dust "pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaase Dusty! You and Crossy are the only ones that fit with the looks!"

Dust glares down at Killer as he crosses his arms. Killer grins "I mean it! Crossy has purple magic and you too! That fits wiht Nightmare's even if the shade is a bit off but people are less likely to ask questions or comment about how the other's parents genes were clearly stronger."

Cross looks thoughtful "True... "

Dust sighs "Fine I can admit that works but that still leaves the issue that clearly neither of us would stand back or let the abuse happen." he blinks at him and looks to the side as a tiny tiny bit of purple starts to dusts, heh, his cheeks "and get off you knees you weirdo."

Killer shakes his skull because now comes the hardest part. "about that..."

Cross also clearly knows and same for Horror as both of them have a look of understanding and neither look at Dust. Dust glares "What?"

Killer keeps grinning "Out of all of us? You are the least obvious with your LV..."

Dust blinks before glaring more "absolutely not!" his rage is obvious and Killer can feel Dust's magic crackling and growing more staticy. Dust glares "I am fine with being seen as his bio parent. That is fine that changes nothing at this point. But I am not acting as if i am defenceless."

Killer just keeps sitting on his knees before dusty "please dusty! You are the only one that fits the image they would have for this!"

Dust glares at him "One check Killer. One check and this whole fucking plan falls apart!" Dusty glances at nightmare "don't repeat that."

Nightmare, who had been watching this whole situation with bemusement. Shoots Dust a glare which Dust looks unbothered by as Dust himself glare at Killer. See?! Even the same expressions!

Killer just keeps trying to use his most charming smile as he begs Dusty on his knees "please!! They won't check you!" he shoots Horror a look "right?!"

Horror looks unhappy about being involved and a whole lot more nervous when Dust sends his glare in his direction "true... Only monsters can check in this universe. And they never even did it with me. It is seen as slapping someone to start a fight. Made a lot of people very nervous when i would not stop checking people on first instinct."

Killer grins at Dust "See? Perfectly fine!"

Dust rubs his face but Killer just smiles wider. He is getting through to him!

Dust groans as he leans back "This is such a stupid plan."

Cross clears his throat as he speaks "I... I euh... think Killer is right on this."

Killer and Dust both turn to him and speak in unison "What?!" though Killer can admit that he himself sounds a lot happier and Dust a lot angrier.

Cross looks nervous "It is just... Even when i met you guys first? I gravitated towards Dust because well... he seemed the least threatening at the time? Because... well.. you know... you normally look calm and collected and just bored... you are still shorter as your LV didn't affect you physically and only affected your magic and stats. Meaning... well... if people don't know about your LV?" he waves at Dust.

Dust slowly but surely gets a slightly horrified look on his face "No...." he glares a tKiller "no."

Killer go straight back to begging and smiles at Dust "please?"

Dust groans as he covers his face and leans fully agaisnt the couch. Nightmare gently pats his shoulder. Dust glances at Nightmare and keeps staring at him for a long time. Ngihtamre just tilts his skull at him.

Dust sighs and then lets out antoher sigh but this one a lot longer and louder "and... what exactly... did you have in mind?"

Killer grins widely as he climbs on top of the couch next to Dust, thank the fucking stars his knees were starting to hurt, and launches into the plan.

"The plan I had in mind is easy. We all went to the same school in some other country. We will keep this vague on purpose because we 'don't want to be found.' by who? Not important as they aren't real and we in the lore aren't risking it. One day, lets say..." he glances at Dust. Dust still looks young just exhausted and unhealthy "lets say we were 16 ish. maybe 17ish." that would make Dust now like 22 or 23ish. Seeing as they all were stuck in timeloops and universe hopping makes ages weird as for the fact as skeletons it is hard to guess by looks. It doesn't really matter in the long run. They will get a random age on their new papers and roll with that.

Dust raises a brow but keeps listening. Killer continues "So. lets say you were 17ish and suddenly. boom. no longer going to school and no contact with us, your three besties. the bestest besties to have ever bestied!" Cross rolls his eye lights but Horror and Nightmare both snort. Killer grins "So we finish school. la-di-da. when. say... about a year after you diappeared you just showed up again. Said you had a relationship. got a babybones. but the asshole run off wiht said babybones!" he grins as he has everyones attention.

"We work together and start looking but the guy, or gal, who has the tiny baby is high in power. political wise, only local though as bigger would have been noticed. and dusty and the baby had been completely kept out of the spotlight so no one was aware, whcih is also why no one every said anything about dust just being gone or being kept quiet bla blah let them make assumptions on what happened in this time. It took us a lot of time to figure out where nighty was kept. and we just. stole him back! then we ran and we went to crop because one, other country, two, Horror trusted him and we trusted horror!" and he throws his arms out.

Cross frowns "won't people demand to know more? To bring whoever did that to dust and nightmare to justice." dust sputters about them not having settled on this yet but Cross just gives him a smile before focussing back on Killer.

Killer shakes his skull "Not if we play our parts right. we don't want to risk it ever again. No one is looking for nightmare because our 'enemy' had kept him hidden and unknown to make sure no one asked questions about his health or what they did to him. Which now makes it impossible for them to look for him because he technically doens't exist because of that. Whcih works because none of us technically exist."

horror gives a slow nod "We gave up everything to help our friend and his babybones. and are trying to start completely anew." Dust sputters again.

Killer grins "that is the plan!"

Dust covers his face as he leans back "This is so stupid. how many dramas did you watch to GET this idea?!"

Killer hums proudly "haven't seen a single one since we left the castle!" he glances around and sees that cross and horror are both sold on his idea as well. It is a bit complex but they can stay general and vague as they don't have to use names or places because they are trying to stay hidden. all that leaves is the most important part of the plan. He looks begging at Dust and gives his best begging face "please?"

Dust looks to the side "ask cross! His magic and looks also work!"

Horror shakes his skull "Cross obviously works out and is and looks taller and stronger than both you and Killer, not to forget healthier than you. Won't fit the mental image they will have of someone who could be used, abused and abandoned."

Dust looks very, very, offended after that sentance and Horror is very quick to realise this and apologise.

Killer pouts at Dust "please dust. The alternatives would have to eitehr explain why you would claim a random babybones not your own and how you even found out about him. Which would cause a lot of questions. and if we don't go this route but keep you as bioparent it would raise questions on how the hell you as a badass would EVER allow anyone to take your babybones without raising bloody hell. which would ahve to include a friend of some kinda betraying you and then how could you trust us near or a friend of a friend you know?"

Killer knows he is just saying a lot of words at the moment and Dust looks deeply unhappy about the whole situation.

Dust covers his face but glances at Ngihtmare again before groaning louder "Fine!! Fine fine fine!" he glares at him "we will do you stupid stupid plan and stupid story but I swear you own me BIIIIIIG time."

Killer grins and hugs dusty "you are the best dusty! Thank you!! You will see this is fine! just in the beginning people will act weird but once we are settled and a bit of time passed and things are chill it will all work out!" Killer nuzzles close to Dust "It even explains that you would know more personally about Nightmare's situation and can help him when answering hard questions because you would have been in the same hell as he was for a little while!" Dust just grumbles with crossed arms, which are now holding Nightmare close. Clearly the real motivation to even accept this situation.

Killer will have to gravel a LOT to make it up to Dust for this but that is okay! This just gives them options and the backstory to make other options and paths work! Dust will probably eventually forgive him and otherwise Killer can beg a bit more. it clearly worked once already!

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and that is the backstory they settling on!

In short: Dust is a late teen parent. had a relationship with someone, much older much more adult with political power. That someone hurt and isolated him. Dust got the babybones wiht them. This person, stole nighty, and left Dust somewhere in anouther country alone with nothing to his name. Dust, the vengeful and resistent guy he is. Makes his way ALL the way back home to his old hometown, still nothing to his name not even a high school degree, gets into contact with his old friends. With said friends they get all the resources they have and start searching for the asshole and get Dust his babybones back. It took them a while to get him back, six years, but they managed to find where the asshole had hidden Nightmare. Stole Nightmare. and made a run for it to get all the way to Crop.

That is the backstory/lore they settled on! :D Dust is unhappy about his roll in it even if it gives him priveledges with deciding stuff for Nightmare. it is a double edged sword.

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Paper Bag: Chapter Three

Vampire!Jake Kiszka x F!Reader

Hunger Hurts, and I want him so bad, oh, it kills...

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Forced to move back to your father's hometown the summer before your first year at college, you had resided yourself to the fact that the next few months were going to suck.

But that was before you were reacquainted with Danny next door. And before you got a brand new job at a dusty old bookstore run by an eccentric old woman. And before Jake walked into said bookstore, poised to turn your entire world upside down.

Warnings (for this chapter): SMUT!! 18+ ONLY! Oral (female receiving), fingering, Jake being a slut, you know how it is. Cursing. Cheesy writing. Allusions to him biting you (it doesn’t actually happen though). Seriously NSFW, MINORS DNI.

Word count: 5,782

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Several days had passed with no word from Jake or Danny. Danny had stayed true to his word. He wasn’t going to protect you anymore. He stopped walking you to and from work everyday, and despite your anger towards him you missed your nightly chats. You also missed the safety you had felt walking beside him as the sun began to set. Besides that, work grew boring without Jake’s usual visit. How you had managed to fuck everything up in one night was truly beyond you. In less than twenty-four hours you had pushed away the only two people that even remotely cared about you in town. It didn’t matter what Jake was now; it was clear to you that he too had no interest in seeing you anymore. 

You turned even more irritable as days without word from Jake, or Danny, went by. Even Mrs. Palmer noticed their absences from the bookstore. Most likely because she noticed your sour mood. And much like your mood, the weather grew increasingly worse as the days passed. You spent more than one night wringing out damp clothes after making it back home and combing through tangled, soaked hair. 

You fell into a routine. Wake up. Go to work alone. Work a boring shift. Walk home in the rain, alone. Wake up. Go to work alone. Work a boring shift. Walk home, soaked by a torrential downpour, alone. No Danny. No Jake. And it continued like this for much longer than you wanted it to. 

Even your father noticed Danny’s absence, although he seemed moderately pleased that he wouldn’t have to deal with the overly cheery intruder. He didn’t mention Jake, but you were sure he was simply glad to not have to discuss boys any longer. 

Two weeks went by before he finally came back into the store. It took you by surprise– he didn’t quite look like himself. His eyes sported deep purple blooms underneath them, he cheeks seemed more sunken than usual, and his skin was nearly an entire shade paler— if that was possible. Despite all this, he still looked entirely too beautiful for your liking. The anger you had been harboring over his disappearance faded momentarily. Much like your inability to be afraid of him, it seemed to be just as difficult to be angry at him. And it was nice to see him again. It was as if he had never left, as if that night had happened only yesterday. 

But you had to keep up a front. There was no way you’d let him get away with this now. 

You kept your attention on the book you had been reading to pass the time, trying your hardest to ignore the feeling of his eyes bearing down onto you. His boots clicked against the linoleum floors as he slowly made his way to the front desk.

“I know you’re mad at me, and you have every right to be. It’s unfair of me to disappear without warning like that. Please forgive me.” 

You glance up at him, taking in his disheveled appearance. He looked truly sorry, and the begging tone in his voice only pushed you closer to forgiving him. It’s not like you could stay mad at him for very long. 

“Say something. Please,” he begged. 

“Can you at least tell me where you went?” 

He glanced down, wincing. That was enough of an answer for you. Above anything, you were tired of people refusing to give you answers.

“But, I know you know. At least a little bit of the truth. Will… will you let me explain? Please?” He rushed out. 

You nod, wondering if somehow your bullshit theories from before were true. As the week had passed you had realized how absolutely laughable Jake being a vampire was. A rash moment of very idiotic thinking. That’s what you chalked it up to. A bout of temporary insanity that Danny fed into out of jealousy. What he had to be jealous of, you had no clue. But Jake’s words from the last time you had seen him seemed to ring true. 

Jake stood in the corner, eyes towards the floor as you quickly closed up and bid Mrs. Palmer a swift goodbye. 

He followed behind you quietly as you locked up the store and turned to face him, hands on your hips in an attempt to seem more stern than you really were. 

“Speak.” 

“Where do you want me to start?” He looked utterly defeated as you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“What are you?” You asked, as if it was that simple.  

“You know what I am.” 

You scoff, “No. You’re not getting away with this dancing around the subject stuff. Tell me everything.” 

“I’m-” he hesitated, staring at the pavement as he fought the urge to be vague, “I’m a vampire.” 

“Do you- do you eat… people?” You cringe as you ask, feeling even stupider with each passing moment. 

“No. My brother’s and I… only animals,” he clarified. 

“How old are you?” 

“Twenty.” 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“Sixty-eight. I’m really not that old-” 

“How?” 

He glanced around nervously at the darkening sky, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his car– you hadn’t noticed that you were standing right next to where he had parked on the side of the street. 

“Let’s talk about this in here.” 

You nod, sliding into the warm leather seats with a huff. He started driving the opposite direction from your house, but as long as you were getting much needed answers you didn’t mind where he took you. 

“I was… a promising musician,” he chuckled as he began, “I know it sounds stupid, but I was young. I wanted to do something, to be someone. All I was interested in was music. My parents, they wanted me to go off to school. I had dreams, and they had their own, but once they realized how serious I was they supported me. I played in shitty, sketchy dive bars… with my brothers actually. We wanted to be as big as The Beatles, bigger even. Sam played the bass, Josh sang, and I played the guitar. We rotated a few drummers, but never really found our fit. It felt right, being on stage. I mean, I was scared shitless. Half the time I played with my back facing the crowd because I was so terrified,” He chuckled, a wistful looking glazeing over his features.

“I fell in with a bad crowd, I guess. I didn’t notice how different they were from other bands I had met. I didn’t pay attention to the fact that every instinct in my body screamed at me to get away from them. One night, Josh and I got into a huge fight. He found out I was planning on going to Nashville without them. It was selfish, stupid of me to even think about leaving. I was… I wanted to make it. Like, really make it. And this band I had met, they told me this was where I needed to go. So, Josh stormed off, taking Sammy with him. I decided to get wasted. To drown my sorrows, I guess. Ended up in a dark alley behind the bar, nearly bleeding out. Josh told  my family I had gone to Nashville. They had no idea. Who would? 

“I woke up alone. The other band, the one who had changed me, they were gone. I had no idea what I was. All I knew is it felt like there was a monster inside of me. I knew I couldn’t go home, not like that. So, I watched from a distance. I watched my mother and father mourn me, under the assumption that I ran away. I watch my brothers go on without me, harboring some resentment towards me for leaving. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted nothing more than to go to them, to tell them I never would have actually left them. I loved them– I still do. 

“Josh and I were twins. We were… close. He was my best friend. I suppose he still is. Despite being perpetually older than me, he’ll always be my twin. I couldn’t live without him. I wasn’t really living, per se, but it would never be a life without him. I was lonely and bored. It was a moment of weakness, and I’ll regret it forever. But, I turned him. I couldn’t bear the thought of outliving him. I never knew life without him. He never blamed me. He’s always been too forgiving for his own good. 

“And Sam, my baby brother. I never wanted to turn him. Josh and I wanted to protect him. To allow him to live his life as a human, the life he always planned. Despite losing both of us, he seemed to be happy. Lonely, but happy. He thought Josh ran away to find me. He would have eventually, at least. But Sam… he wasn’t miserable like I had been without Josh. I believed he was capable of making it on his own. But… our parents died just a year after I turned Josh, leaving Sam completely alone. We couldn’t watch him live like that, live thinking we had just left him to suffer alone. Not when we could do something. He stopped playing music. He never ended up studying science the way he planned. It seemed like he was giving up. We gave him a second chance at life. I turned to him too. Josh couldn’t do it.” 

“We knew immediately how hard it was going to be to keep Sam in control. Newborn Vampires are tricky. It’s hard– denying your primal instincts. It was easier with Josh. And when I woke up… well, I hated myself so badly I refused to give in to any sort of pleasure. In addition to this, I now had the added burden of reading everyone else's thoughts.” 

“What?” 

“Oh,” he chuckled again, tearing his eyes from the road to glance at you quickly, “yeah. That part. That’s the part they don’t tell you. Sometimes when people are changed their abilities from when they were human become… amplified. I’ve always been very good at reading people, as I’m sure you’ve noticed,” he explained. 

It all began to make sense. How he was able to answer questions you hadn't asked, how he was always one step ahead of you, how he knew things about you that you had never told him before. You shuddered at the thought of him reading every thought you’ve ever had about him… especially the more sinful ones. The smirk that blessed his perfect lips was not lost on you. 

All you could do was laugh. Hysterically. Hard enough that you had to grip the dashboard to stabilize yourself. Tears pushed past your eyes as you struggled to breathe. You didn’t miss the occasional look of worry Jake passed you while you attempted to calm down. 

“What about your brothers?” You asked in between gasps of air. “Do- do they have powers like you?” 

“They can’t read minds, although I’m sure Josh wishes he could. Sam is very good at controlling emotions. He always had a very good sense of feeling what other people felt. And Josh… Well, Josh can see the future to an extent. On top of the other stuff. When he came to it was a lot easier to control him– he was assaulted by visions of the future. He knew he would have the willpower to avoid killing anyone.” 

“Okay,” you huff, “Read minds. Control emotions. See the future. Other stuff.” 

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m drawn to you in a way I’ve never been drawn to any other human. Or any vampire for that matter.” He slides the car into park. You had been so attuned to his storytelling that you hadn’t noticed him circle around the entire town, finally making it back to your house. “I have developed a sense of self control throughout the years. I don’t find the idea of killing other people appealing, no matter what Danny or anyone else believes. Sure, it’d be safer for you to run from me. You deserve someone who will grow and change with you. Someone who’s heart races at the sight of you. But… I told you before. I can’t stay away from you. If you told me to leave, if you wanted me to go away right now, I would.” 

You remain silent, searching your brain for the right words to say.

“Are you scared?” He asked, worry lacing his voice.

“I’m not scared of you. I never have been. I really like you Jake. I know physically you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met, but even when I thought you were human I felt… well I’m sure you know how I felt.” 

“I actually… Well, I really don’t have the best grasp of your thoughts. I can read them, but they’re muddled. I have to focus. It’s like you can actually push me out. No one else has been able to do that. Sometimes I catch you off guard, and I get really clear glimpses. Other times, I just catch the feeling.” 

Your racing heart steadied at this admission. So, he hadn’t really heard the worst of it. 

“Do you at least feel enlightened now?” He asked. 

“I guess. My entire world view has been turned upside down, but sure, enlightened.” 

“Any more questions?” 

“Why didn’t you kiss me the other night?” 

Whatever he had expected you to ask, it wasn’t that. He stammered for a moment, stumbling over his words. 

“I wanted to, God, I’ve never wanted someone more than I want you. But, I’m… scared,” his voice cracked and he felt so utterly human in that moment, “I’ve never been so close to anyone, not like this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You lean across the center console, inching your face closer to his. 

“You do realize how stupid you are? I may be able to resist hurting you from a distance, but when you’re this close-” 

“Just kiss me Jake. I trust you. Please.” Now it was your turn to sound desperate. 

His hand gently cupped your cheek, the cool marble feeling comforting the burning blush that painted your face. 

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you like this. From the moment I met you, all I could think about was this.” 

“Then do it.” 

He slowly pulled you close to him, his lips brushing yours slightly. 

“Our first kiss isn’t going to be in my car,” He whispered, just low enough so that you could barely hear him. He pulled back, a shit eating grin spread across his face. 

You groan, opening your own door and stomping out of the car, ignoring his taunting calls until he quickly caught up to you. He pulled you into his body, his arms enveloping you smoothly. 

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t kiss you tonight.” 

Rain was starting to drizzle down, as it had every night before. It picked up just as soon as it started, falling down heavily around the two of you. A drop rolled down his perfect nose, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted him to kiss you, to hold you like this forever, to- 

His lips crashed against yours, his wet hair sticking to your face. You grasped at his soaked shirt, ignoring the disgusting, wet, squelching noise it made. The whimper that sounded from him was much more interesting anyway. His body pressed against yours, your clothes sticking together as you moved against him. Your mouth parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. Warmth spread across your chest, your heart pounding fervently against his still one. The woodsy scent of whatever cologne he always wore made you dizzy. All of him made you dizzy. You could tell from the sheer desperation in the way he kissed you that he wanted this– no, he needed this– more than you did. Your head was swimming as he pulled back, allowing you to gulp down quick, sharp breaths. 

“Holy fuck,” was all you could manage to get out as his golden eyes bore into yours. 

“I want to see you again. I’m not going to leave you like that anymore. I can’t,” somehow you were able to make out his lilting whisper against the downpour. 

You may have hated the rain before, but fuck were you thankful for it now. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

You nod, unable to speak. You hoped the ear splitting grin that breaking your face was enough for him. He leads you to your door, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead before leaving, his car peeling out towards the flooding streets. 

Your fingers brushed over your lips, the ghost of your kiss still lingering as you watched him leave. You ignore the painful feeling of being watched, pretending like you don’t see Danny’s curtains pull closed in a flash out of the corner of your eye. The rain didn’t matter. Danny didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered right now. His scent, his taste, the feel of his body crashing against yours— that’s what mattered. That’s all you could think about as you all but float into your room. You welcome the warm shower, the dry clothes you had laid out even before leaving the house that morning, the comfort of your bed. It felt right. It felt more than right, it felt perfect. 

There wasn’t even a drop of worry about the next day. 

You didn’t dream last night— at least you can’t remember what you dreamed of when you woke up. All you could recall was the beautiful sense of calm you felt. It may have been the first good night of sleep you had since moving to town. For once the anxiety about Danny, the worries about Jake, they were gone. Nothing seemed to matter as much anymore. Nothing but your intense need to see Jake again, the pulling urge to feel his lips against yours once more. 

Your father was out of the house once more for a work related emergency, at least that’s what the note he stuck on the fridge said. His absence was welcome. You didn’t need him questioning you about Jake anymore, at least not right now. Not until you had wrapped your own head around it. Besides, you had enough to deal with today. 

It was too much to spend another day agonizing over what clothes Jake was going to see you in; you felt that if he had already seen the deepest parts of your mind then it really didn’t matter if he saw you in a much loved t-shirt. You weren’t even sure when he would arrive. All he had given you last night was the quick promise that he’d be here. Oddly enough, the strange pulling feeling you had whenever he was around grew increasingly stronger when a sharp knock at your door tore you away from the breakfast you had been shoveling down. 

You struggled with the door once again, cursing it as you swung it open to reveal the man who had been consuming your every waking moment since he stepped into your life. He looked significantly better than last night, the dark circles under his eye fading to a paler pink. His lips quirked up in a coy smile as he took you in, swinging an arm around you and pulling you in for a swooping hug. 

“Sorry, I know I didn’t tell you a time. I just missed you,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck. This didn’t seem like the same man that had been so keen on staying away from you. 

“It was only a little while,” you laugh. 

“Maybe for you. I don’t sleep.” 

He pulls back, grinning as he watches you walk back through the doorway.

“Do you need to be invited in or is that another myth?” 

“A myth. I just like staring at you.” 

You feel heat rush towards your cheeks as you turn around quickly to avoid his gaze. He followed suit, easily shutting the door you so often fought with. 

“So what’s on the docket today?” He asked, leaning against your fridge as you hurried to clean up breakfast. 

“I was going to ask you the same.” 

“I was hoping I could question you the same way you questioned me yesterday,” he propositioned.

“Ask me what?”  You were utterly taken about. What could you have to tell him that was nearly as interesting as what he told you the night before?  On top of the new knowledge that he could read your mind– no matter how muddled– what could he possibly want to know? 

“It’s hard not being able to get a clear read. There are plenty of things I need to know. Your deepest, darkest secrets for instance. Like… What’s your favorite color?” 

You mumble out the same color you had always considered your favorite– although now you were sure your favorite color was the same rich amber as his eyes. 

“Favorite movie?” 

“The Princess Bride.” 

He grinned widely, settling into one of the worn seats adjacent yours, “Of course. I knew you had good taste. Favorite food?” 

“I’m not sure. It changes from day to day.” 

“Hm,” he tilted his head while he thought, “what’s the best birthday present you’ve ever gotten?” 

This one stumped you. You had never really been one to celebrate yourself, birthday or not. 

“You’ve never had a birthday party?” Jake seemed genuinely astonished as he poked and prodded through your thoughts. 

“I guess not. I don’t really like the attention. My dad would just give me money and tell me to buy whatever I wanted. Not all of us have nearly seventy attempts to get it right.” You shrug. 

This seemed to really bother him. More than it should, at least that’s what you thought. 

“When is your birthday?” 

You gave him the date, scowling as you said it. “Seriously, how many questions do you have?” 

“Only a couple more. Favorite book?” 

You prattled off a list of favorites, not being able to pick only one. His features softened as he took you in, commenting once again that you had good taste. 

“What about music? What are you into?” 

You had been waiting for this one, so you straightened up expectantly as soon as he asked. “Classic rock. Old stuff. Well… not old to you. Hendrix, John Lee Hooker, Zeppelin. The Beatles. Queen,” you listed, taking a breath as you continued, “Janis Joplin, Fleetwood Mac, Pink Floyd-” 

“Okay,” he cut you off, “I guess you have great music taste too.” 

“I try. Shoot me your next question rockstar, I’m ready.” You stared him down, a daring smile on your face. 

“I only have one more.” He leaned closer, the woodsy scent that accompanied him invading your senses. He was so suffocating you couldn’t even respond. You knew he noticed your racing heart, the quickening of your breath. What more could he have to ask?

 “Can I kiss you again?” 

It was his turn to catch you by surprise. Still, you nod curtly, biting your lip nervously as he got even closer. His fingers traced your jawline softly before his hand reached up to cup the back of your head, gently coaxing you forward. His lips met yours in a much softer manner than they had the night before, slowly working in time with the beat of your heart. Your hands slowly snaked their way into his hair, tangling up his otherwise perfect brown locks. You tugged involuntarily, feeling entirely lost in the movements of his lips. It was like you forgot how to breathe, forgot everything around you except for him. His lips were just as cold as the rest of his body, just as cold as the night before, and yet you didn’t mind. He pulled you impossibly closer, so much so that you were nearly sitting on top of him, squished together in the shoddy wooden chair. It felt like hours passed like this, and the increasing discomfort of your current position meant nothing as his hands explored your body, dropping lower and lower. A familiar fire sparked in your belly, the same feeling you felt when you watched his fingers flick through pages of old books. 

He pulled back, and you whined at the sudden loss of contact. 

“Not close enough,” he groaned. 

“Upstairs?” you manage to pant out. 

He pulls you into him, moving up the creaky stairs at speeds you never thought you'd be able to move. The door to your room swung open with a crack, and you didn’t even have time to worry about the splintered wood before he threw you on the bed. You stared up at him through heavily lidded eyes, taking him in his entirety. 

“Need you, so fucking bad,” he mumbled as he was on top of you again, pressing wet kisses into the side of your neck, “You have no idea how long I’ve thought of this.” 

Words didn’t matter. All you could do was focus on getting a full breath in. In his presence, when he was like this, everything felt ten times more difficult than normal.

“I could bite you, right now. No one would even know. You’ve made it impossibly easy for me,” he continued teasingly, staring at the exposed side of your neck. 

Your heart skipped a beat, maybe even several. But not out of fear– no, you found yourself wanting him to. To give in, to bite you, to do it. Some disgusting, depraved part of you wanted to satisfy him in ways you would never be able to. 

“God, you’re filthy. I don’t need to read your thoughts to know what you're thinking about.” 

You didn’t need words. He had enough for the both of you. 

“Take this off,” he commanded, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. You obliged, but you weren’t going to expose yourself even more without some form of recompensation. 

“You too.” It felt childish, the way you begged him. Nevertheless, he gave you what you wanted, discarding his shirt quickly. You reached down to fumble with his belt buckle, but he swatted your hand away with a tsk. 

“Not today, angel.” 

You sulked at his refusal, but he barely gave you a second to dwell on it. He leaned in once more, pressing a chaste kiss on your swollen lips with a grin. 

“Don’t pout. This is for you,” he chastised, pushing you down gently until you were laying on your propped up pillows. His hand ran along the edge of your shorts, pulling at them slightly. “May I?” He whispered, and all you could do was nod. He frowned at your refusal to speak before starting again, “Need to hear you say it.” 

“Please-” you were surprised to hear your voice sounding cracked and dry, but you kept going, “Touch me, Jake. Anything. Need you so bad.” 

At any other moment you would have been ashamed at how pathetically desperate you sounded. But Jake looked at you with so much adoration that you could not find yourself to care. 

“Of course, angel. How can I say no to you?” 

The coolness of his skin sent shivers up your spine as he pulled your shorts down at an agonizingly slow pace. You wanted to rush him, to plead him to go faster, but the look in his eyes told you to bite your tongue. 

“All this for me?” He smirked when he saw that you had completely soaked through your underwear. He seemed genuinely shocked for a moment. How could a man who had access to your mind, no matter how muddled, doubt your feelings for him? 

“Only for you. You drive me insane, Jake,” you whispered, suddenly embarrassed at being this physically exposed to him. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you, but you still blushed at his words. 

His hand ghosted over your clothed clit, the temperature difference making you feel dizzy. He continued his tantalizing pace, barely touching you where you needed him most as he leaned down to pepper your face and neck with kisses. 

“Tell me what you want,” he rasped in between his movements. 

“You-” was all that you could manage. But it was no longer enough for him. You could tell from the gentle frown that ghosted over his features that he wanted more from you. “Your mouth, your hands, anything,” you pleaded. 

He worked his way down your body, pressing open mouth kisses over your chest. You sucked in a breath of shock when he suddenly brought his mouth to your exposed nipple. This was such a stark difference from the man who was wary of even kissing you the night before. Your hands flew to his hair again, tugging so roughly that he whimpered into your skin. You knew you couldn’t cause him pain, but the sensation must be nice enough without it. 

He continued his assault on your skin down your stomach, and you admired the soft pink blooms he left in his wake. They were sure to turn purple later, but you didn’t care. They were proof that this was real, that he was real. 

He reached the band of your underwear, staring at you for quick confirmation before tearing them off of you. 

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathed out, staring at you so intensely that you wanted to shy away. But you couldn’t– he was holding your legs so tightly that you were sure there would be fingerprint shaped bruises painting your thighs later. You know he didn’t mean to be so rough. He already looked at you like you were made of glass. He was so lost in his own lust that he forgot just how breakable you were. 

He pressed more kisses into your thigh, losing his early composure and tormenting pace in his excitement. Your hips lifted up slightly to meet his face, begging for any sort of friction as he got just close enough to give you what you wanted so badly. 

Please. Please. Anything. Please. Jake, please. You chanted like a prayer in your mind, hoping that he got the drift. 

Without warning he pressed a kiss to your clit, and all you could do was gasp his name. His eyes never left yours, staring up at you lovingly as he began to lap at you like a man starved. He seemed to melt against the heat of your cunt, becoming more frenzied as you whimpered nothing but his name. 

He was all encompassing. He was all you could think about. 

“Jesus, fuck, that feels so good.” You tugged at his hair as he continued, pressing his face even deeper against you.

He whined at your praise, and the vibration nearly overwhelmed you. 

“Holy fuck, Jake,” you coaxed him on, squeezing your thighs around his head so tightly you worried for his safety for a moment– before remembering you had nothing to worry about. 

One of his hands relinquished its grip on your thigh as he slid two fingers down to your entrance. You felt dizzy at the thought of him inside of you, and suddenly it was all you wanted. As if your thoughts were clearer than ever, he slowly pushed his way in without an ounce of begging from you. He started slowly, the added pressure from his tongue on your clit making you feel intoxicated. It wasn’t long before you were seeing nothing but stars. You squeezed your eyes shut, no longer able to keep them open, despite how badly you wished to keep looking at Jake. 

The fire in your stomach had spread all over your body at this point. You could tell you were close. Jake must have been able to as well– of course he could. He once again knew what you needed without you having to ask. He sped his movements up, maintaining his rhythmic pace. The wet noises he was making, paired with your near constant string of praise, were almost musical together. It was almost too overwhelming. His movements were nearly animalistic as he acted like you were the last meal he would ever eat. 

Time seemed to slow as you reached your peak, screaming his name so loudly you were sure everyone in a ten mile radius heard you. You felt like you had left your body– it took a second for your vision to come back, and for the ringing in your ears to fade. 

He pulled back after a moment, panting. You could tell that he enjoyed putting on a show– you knew he had no need to breathe. His face was covered in a mixture of… well you and his own spit. He brought his fingers to his mouth, making yet another show of cleaning them off. His eyes were dark as he pulled them out with a lewd pop, grinning almost drunkenly at the way you stared at him.

You lay there gulping in sweet air, Jake-scented air, like you would never breathe again. He flopped down unceremoniously next to you, crossing his hands over his chest triumphantly. 

“How-“

“You know, I did know how to… have fun before I was turned.” 

“I thought… I thought you were scared of getting too close.” you huffed, struggling to breathe right. 

“A lot can change in a night.” 

Whatever that meant. 

“At least I get to taste you this way,” he joked, earning a slap on the chest from you. Again, not that you couldn’t hurt him. 

You felt like you were never going to fall back into your body. He made you feel disgustingly stupid, intoxicated by nothing but him. Unfortunately, much like always, he didn’t give you time to adjust before he popped up with a frown. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Complication. I have to go. I’ll see you later. Maybe you can meet my brothers,” he promised, pressing his lips to your forehead before rushing to open your window. 

“How are you going to get home?” You asked, vaguely remembering his lack of a car from earlier. 

“Don’t worry about me. Worry about that,” he mumbled, nodding towards the door. You didn’t wonder what he meant for long when the front door opened with a groan, tearing you away from him. You glanced back for a moment, and he was gone. The only sign that he had ever even been here was the ache that spread through your entire body. 

No matter how much he gave you, he always left you wanting more. 

★・・・・・・★

tags: @spark-my-nature @edgingthedarkness @emojakekiszka @slut4lando @ascendingtothestarsasone @writingcold @notsostrangerthing (some of the tags didn’t work. if you want to be added, please feel free to inbox me if the form isn’t working)

[lixzey]

i really like young timmy, can you make an imagine with him? something fluff, the reader could be in the audience watching him do his monologue for the young arts.. feel free do write whatever you'd like 🩷🩷

I really like that video of him on Young Arts, I watch it almost once a week 😶

https://youtu.be/cGh7BG242io?si=MQsKbFZmRa27QCms

A/N: I changed the scene a bit, I hope that's alright.

Rising Stars

I sat in the front row of the auditorium. Today was the Rising Stars talent show. I was in Drama, but I didn't audition for the talent show.

The lights finally dimmed and the show started. I smiled as I saw my best friend, Kate, perform first. The show went on, every one of them showcased excellent talent.

I was getting a little bored. I stood up getting ready to leave, when a lively beat started to play.

“Timmy! Timmy! Timmy! Timmy! Timmy!”

A boy from the classroom next to mine started to rap. He was wearing a pink shirt, white pants, and a black backpack. He had back up dancers.

“It's Timmy Tim, Lil' Timmy Tim, jump! !” I chuckled at his little stage name. He was good, damn. Suddenly, he looked at me. He sent a smile at me, I felt my cheeks burn.

Then, the music slowed. He danced slowly as he took off his pink shirt, a white top underneath and 'Txt Me' painted in front of it in red and a picture of Nicki Minaj in the back. He smirked at me before continuing his performance. His two back up dancers were wearing purple wigs, then he put on a pink wig which made me laugh.

“Say rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon! Say rah, rah like a dungeon dragon! Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on? Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone?” Everyone in the audience was cheering for him as he performed Roman's Revenge.

“I-I-I hear them mumblin', I hear them caklin' I got 'em scared, shook, panickin'. Overseas, church, Vatican. You at a stand, still, mannequin. You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite. And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike. Now all my boys gettin' bucked, overbite. I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levi's Raggedsy-ass, holes in your knee-highs. I call the play, now do you see why? These ladies callin' me Manning Eli.” I giggled as he sang using the curse words instead of using 'friendlier' terms. There were parents watching, so it was funnier.

“Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon! Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon! Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon! Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon.” He ended the song. I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked at me and smiled, before taking off his pink wig and dancing to Party Rock Anthem.

I cheered loudly, clapping as hard as I could. He smiled at the crowd before bowing and walking off the stage.

A while later, I went to find Kate, since we live next door to each other.

“Hey, you're the girl in front, right?” A voice called out from behind me. When I looked back, my eyes met his. It was Lil Timmy Tim, or whatever his real name is.

“Uh, yeah.” I chuckled nervously.

“I'm Timothée, or well, Lil Timmy Tim.” He chuckled, reaching a hand out for me.

“I'm Y/n.” I smiled and shook his hand.

“You were cheering loudly, are you a fan?” Timothée joked.

“You were amazing, the best out of everyone who performed.” I smiled, “Such a rising star.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” He chuckled. Then there was an awkward silence between us.

“Wanna get a drink? Coffee, maybe? My treat.” He asked, hopefully.

“Sure,” I giggled, “I'll just tell my friend and then we can go.”

“Take your time, angel.” Timothée smiled. I felt butterflies in my stomach, my cheeks felt like burning. I smiled back at him, before walking away to find my friend.

A while later, I saw him by the school entrance, “You ready, angel?”

I smiled, “Ready.”

We walked to a nearby café, talking and laughing. I never knew being a girl in the crowd could lead to the start of something new.

[badsansandstarsansticklestuff]

Lee dust and ler lust? Lust likes, making the mysterious cool guy giggle /platonic

Tickle fic

Characters: Dust and Lust (not a ship)

Context: Killer has been annoying the hell out of Dust se he goes to Lust to have some calm and to relax, spoiler: he doesn't.

Btw I'm sorry for the long wait, i was not feeling very well these past few days, really didn't have the motivation to do anything even if I wanted to, so I'm only getting started now, still hope you'll enjoy it !

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Out of all the members of the gang, Killer was by far the most annoying, always talking, wanting to fight, moving, never letting the others breath... and today it was Dust he had chosen to be his victim, and since Dust really did not have the patience to deal with him, or else he would kill him, he simply decided to leave the castle and come back later.

As surprising as it may seem, his destination was Underlust. Not that he wanted to get laid, he just wanted some calm, and surprisingly Lust, who they called Sugar Plum, Plum for short, was pretty chill. He had his boundaries, respected the other's, wasn't overly dramatic and could have pretty good conversations with anyone. The good thing with working with the public was that he had a lot of social skills and could adapt to mostly anyone. So when Dust appeared by the door of his room, he greeted him with a warm smile.

- What is it for your service, dear ?

Plum would always give them sweet nicknames like that, and they never complained.

- Nothing, just needed some calm. Killer's pissing me off.

Plum chuckled a little.

- As always, well, make yourself at home.

He smiled, and watched from his desk as Dust crossed his room to go directly lay down on his bed, facing up. His room was heavily decorated with all sorts of posters, costume accessories, makeup brushes, and many more things, all in different purple and pink shades.

Plum got up to come next to Dust, sitting on the edge of his bed.

- So how was you day ? Apart from Killer, obviously.

Dust just shrugged.

- Boring.

- Nothing exciting ? And here I was waiting for some fun news..

- Nothing.

Short answers, Plum could tell his friend was grumpy. He always was.

Dust sighed, turning his back to face the wall. Plum looked at him, he couldn't let him be in a bad mood, what kind of friend didn't sheer up their pal ? Bad friends, and Plum wasn't a bad friend.

He turned to be right behind Dust, kneeling on the bed.

- I have a little French riddle for you, dear.

A mumble was heard from Dust, he was listening.

- What do you say when a French cat is stirring a pot ?

He asked moving his right hand at the same time to let it rest on Dust's side, making him flinch a little but he didn't chase him.

- I dunno ?

- A chat-touille.

Before Dust could process the answer he felt Plum's fingers digging in his side, making flinch and yelp as giggles quickly made their way out of his throat. He quickly grabbed Plum's hand to move it away but the skeleton in pink was quicker than him: he grabbed his arm with his left hand and blocked it against the wall in front of them. Another great thing with Plum's job: he knew how to hold someone so they won't move.

- I'm not finished, dear ~

He mischievously said, freeing his right hand.

- Well I don't want you to !

Objected Dust. But Plum obviously didn't listen to him, sitting closer to block him against the wall and slowly lifting the Dusty skeleton's shirt, feeling him tense and breather faster in anticipation.

- P-Plum wait-

He tried to beg but was cut by the feeling of a finger slowly tracing all the way up and down from his side to his ribs. Soon other fingers join the first one and started spidering ever so slowly all along his side. He used his only free hand, the one between him and the mattress, to try and muffle his giggles by pressing it on his mouth.

- You're so cute trying to hide like that the fact that you're just so ticklish.. ~

Plum teased, knowing he made him blush a bright purple. He kept on circling on his side, poking it from time to time, enjoying seeing Dust jolt each time, it was madly untertaining, and the sound of muffled giggles only encouraged him to keep going.

It was so soft, so slow, it was like torture to Dust, each time Plum gently spidered on his sides, going all the way to his tummy to circle his navel, he felt like it was too much and not enough at the same time. His tummy was shaking from his helpless giggles, making Plum chuckle sometimes, he was having fun at least.

- you know it is pretty rare working with people as sensitive as you, but it makes the work so much more fun.

- Sh-shuhut uhuhuhup !

He was so weak right now, he couldn't move, couldn't escape the wiggling fingers, couldn't use his magic without hurting Plum, which he didn't want to. He felt him scribble on his lower tummy right under the navel, and let out a squeak when Plum poked it, which he of course noticed and continued to circle around it, poking it every now and then. Dust was shaking all over his body. It was hell and heaven for him.

But what really signed up his death was when Plum grabbed one of his makeup brushes, the little one with really soft bristles that was just laying on the bed to softly brush his armpit, with his arm against the wall it was exposed just enough for the brush to get it. His giggles rose an octave as he blushed more.

- You're doing so well, such a nice little ticklish boy ~

He teased again, gently drawing little circles on his armpit for a good minute before going back down on his side.

- I'll kihihihill you.. !

He weakly threatened him.

- Not before I'm done with you.

He circled his way to his tummy once again, as if he wanted to cover every inch of his ticklish stomach.

- Tickle tickle, dear ~

He teasingly whispered in his ear, using the brush to tickle inside his navel, making him giggle and squeak helplessly. Tears were forming in his eyes, if he had known what awaited him he would have gone somewhere else, but it was to late now, and he was forced to endure this ticklish torment.

Finally, after five long minutes, Plum finally stopped, letting his friend regain his composure and letting go of his arm. Dust quickly put his shirt back in place and sat up straight, his arms around his belly as his attacker got up to put the brush back with the others.

- You know I really prefer you being all giggly than grumpy.

- Shut up !

Yelled Dust, hiding his blushing face under his hood, making Plum chuckle.

But he was right though, Dust WAS in a better mood, it felt good to giggle like that. So maybe it wasn't all that bad ? But even so, he would never admit it, he had his pride. At least what was left of it.

~ end ~

[loveislandthegame]

thoughts on today's volume! i took a nap while playing so this post is gonna be as unceremonious as this finale i'll just briefly acknowledge the crusty dusty hideaway box, hamish & uma drama, and the final date (which was sweet but kinda boring for a final date, i liked the waterfall though)

the cherry on top of all the glitches this season, we got the ghost of tempting fate's past !😍 apparently FB fixed this but i'm not replaying the volume to check

once again, where's the suit option !!👹 as for the dresses: the first one was giving evening outfit, not prom . the blue one and black/gold one are nice. i think i should've went with the blue one because it would've matched natasha more, but we still ate that

to absolutely nobody's surprise, we won ! (can you even lose tho ? i just know there's an "alternate ending" you get with the blond incel) kat/jude got 2nd, uma/hamish got 3rd, and kelly/zeph got 4th. i have no idea how uma/hamish placed higher than kelly/zeph when they spent the whole volume arguing about how ham man is still in love with MC

we have a cute phone call with nat's nan, an elderly woman with purple space buns would be cool af

my wifey claudia returns, but she's also invisible 😭 (maybe the real VIP hosts were the friends we made along the way)

for the first time in this entire season, the game actually acknowledges that MC never flirted with finn

clauds 🥺 she was my LI, so obviously i was like PROPOSE TO HER‼️🗣️📣

i picked love, we say our "i love you"s

and we're outta here ! it's finally over!

side note, i just know FB was laughing their asses off, like "the players said they didn't want a redeemed eddie, after all 😏" type of pettiness. i can't help but respect it

this shows up immediately when you open the app, but i'm just talking about it at the end. first of all, a five week break does not sound promising at all 😭 nor the fact that they're advertising "the ability to make choices" when that's the point of these interactive story games...at least, a good one

obviously i don't know what "affinity triggers" are gonna be like but i'm getting the vibe that they're trying to compete with too hot to handle . if only litg had the diverse customisation options, ability to pick body type and pronouns, multiple LIs with unique routes, proper LGBT representation, disability representation, and so much more of thth

[transsexual-dandelions]

weekly tag wednesday !

thank you for the tags:

@softmick @lee-ow @thepupperino @mybrainismelted @spookygingerr

@creepkinginc

Name: dean

Where do you call home? anywhere with a coast or beach <3 but also the woods and farms.

How many pets do you have? one, a cat who i love dearly

What do you do for work? technically nothing. its a work in progress shhh abt to be a full time student. starting an etsy. other odds and ends.

Do you believe in aliens? yes

Do you believe in ghosts? absolutely. ive seen and heard too much weird shit to not believe. i have so many stories

Favorite subject in school? math !! i love math and science i could go on and on abt it

What are you currently reading? book wise: nothing (still debating between a little life or the death of ivan ilyich. i cant choose). fic wise: since we're alone im going through hockey withdrawls

What are you currently watching? supernatural reruns. about to start 911.

What kind of laptop do you have (+ describe it to me): an uh unspecific HP i cannot remember the name of it. it is my best friend even if the battery dies quickly (i should probably get it replaced). i have SO many stickers almost the entire back is covered. my favorites: college sticker w/ mascot, "fuck suicide" with a heart around it in blue and purple, dj kk from animal crossing playing a guitar, anti suicide "there is help" with 988 helpline, gulliver from animal crossing sleeping, i cant remember her name but the turnip lady from animal crossing <3, limited life hourglass that came with my sweatshirt, "i voted", record player, watercolor sunflowers in a vase, and many many others

What kind of phone do you have (+ describe it to me) iphone SE and i love it. i have a clear case with a cutoff of a sunflower from a patterned paper print from idk michaels, cartoon bee and flowers, fortune from a fortune cookie saying "a real friend spends time with you, not money), a piece of dog hair from my friends dog before he got put down

No-show socks, ankle socks, or crew socks? crew socks. i wear boots and hightops so anything else feels weird

What kind of headphones do you use? i have a pair of airpods (they live on a carabiner on my belt loop) if i need something, quick, casual, or to still be aware, (or discrete! saved me during boring classes), and a pair of phillips over the head headphones (bluetooth) for long periods of time or less distractions

How do you consume caffeine? in any form i cant get it, im not picky. i like energy drinks for when im doing things, a nice coffee in the morning (hot or cold, i dont care), and i dont trink tea often but ill still drink it if i need more caffeine. i even got these like idk flavored caffeine additives for my water in a pinch (a kid accused me of making lean at 9 in the morning)

And finally, what are you wearing today? i am wearing dark green shorts and an idk dusty purple tanktop bc i didnt feel like doing much today !

tagging!:

@transmickey @transmurderbug @especially-fuk-u @stocious @sam-loves-seb

@littlechase21

@atthedugouts @onthepyre @thirstyvampyr @sleepyheadgallavich @mickittotheman

@mickeym4ndy @em-harlsnow @jrooc

@roryonic @blue-disco-lights @jademickian @mmmichyyy @burninface

[carbonatedcacti]

People I'd like to Know Better!

woah took to long and got DOuble tagged by wren and kira ( @wrennyx and @kirathegreatfoxandkingofeyeballs )

Last song: People I Don't Like by UPSAHL

its on a couple character playlists i have, and its also just a fun song!

Favorite color: Dusty Purple

#7e6a8a is the exact color :3 its my color on discord anywhere and everywhere it can be

Last movie: Stranger with a Camera

had to watch it for a class, but honestly its really good. its a documentary that talks about a real event where a journalist was shot and killed for taking photos in Appalachia. It was made by someone from the area, which is nice. recommend

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: honestly? all of them

i grew up in a culinary family so ive had a lot of different food experiences and honestly its just made it impossible to pick a favorite. I love sweet things and spicy things and sour things and savory things. they each have a place in my heart forever

Relationship status: Dating!!

happily dating! 7 months is coming up soon ( 6 days)

Last thing I googled: blackboard

boring answer, i had to make a weekly update discussion board post for my social media class

Current Obsession: bears, OCs, my boyfriend

will not choose just one they are all running rampant in my head

Tagging: @espressoth @pickledfiction @emilabove @cat-arsenal @murderboisblog @hey-its-cweepy

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark

Summary:

To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?

Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?

Tags: @justalunaticfangirl @lunarthecorvus

If anyone else would like to be tagged let me know :)

Content warnings for this chapter: death, implied sa references, trafficking references, blood and wounds, ptsd references

AO3 link

Chapter 32 - Inej

Neither Anika nor Inej said very much for the first two hours that they spent waiting for Nina to finish work and return to the Slat. Anika sat cross-legged on the spindly little chair that had just about squeezed into the space between Inej’s bed and wall, drumming her fingers on her knees, looking out the window, playing with her dagger. Inej lay on her back and stared at the ceiling, trying so hard to forcibly dampen the pain in her leg that she didn’t realise how deep her nails had dug into her own palm until she released her fist and discovered four little purple crescent moon bruises on her skin. She felt like she was losing her mind. 

“What time is it?”

Anika made a soft ‘mm’ sound for a moment as she hunted through her various pockets to find her time piece, and then said:

“Eight bells,”

Inej sighed softly, flopping back into the crook of the pillows Nina had brought her. She could admit she wasn’t adverse to having more comfortable cushions, but she was still fed up of lying on them. She didn’t know how much longer she could cope with this - but she’d thought that yesterday, and the day before, and still every time she tried to stand or step or even just stretch, her leg failed her. At least the sling that Jesper had put up for her was more comfortable than propping her knee up on various little cushions or folded up clothes, but it was an infuriatingly visible concession to the possibility that she was going to be stuck like this for some time yet. 

There was a small sound to her left and Inej rolled her head against the cushions to see Anika, but another minute passed before the girl ran a hand through her crop of yellow hair and said:

“You wanna play cards?”

Inej sat up about as far as she could, which basically meant propping herself up on her elbows, and eyes Anika up across the tiny room. She’d pulled a little pack of cards from one of the inside pockets of her oversized dusty green jacket and spun it between her fingers as she held it out like an offering. 

“Not for money,”

Anika shrugged.

“I ain’t got any money,”

Inej watched her for a brief moment longer, and then nodded. 

When Nina knocked on the bedroom door a few hours later, it was to find Inej having dragged herself across the bed and rotated her sling so she sit leaning against the back wall and Anika having shifted the little chair in the tiny space it had left so that she could lean over the cards lying in patterns, some face up some face down, between them on the mattress. 

“What happened to resting?” asked Nina, raising an eyebrow as she leant against the doorframe and folded her arms across her chest. 

She shook her head, eyes roaming quickly over Inej, but she was smiling. 

“We tried, Zenik,” said Anika, winking, “Promise. It just turns out resting is really fucking boring,”

Inej laughed.

“Sorry Nina, but I’m hiring Anika as my new medik. She clearly understands me better,”

Anika beamed at Nina.

“She also threatens to knock me unconscious considerably less,”

“Well now you’ve taken away my only argument in this conversation,” Nina huffed through her laughter. 

Anika snorted, and Inej felt something release in her chest as she laughed again. She let Nina help her move back to lay properly at the head of the bed, cushions arranged to prop her up enough that she could still see the room instead of just the ugly, roughly hewn ceiling, and briefly bud Anika goodnight as she gathered up her cards and slid along the wall past Nina in the tiny space so she could reach the door. 

“How are you feeling?”

Inej shrugged. She was starting to feel tired, which was ridiculous and infuriating because she’d been lying here doing nothing all day and all night, but her leg felt much the same as it had before. 

“Cooped up?” she offered, and when Nina just continued to look at her expectantly followed it up with, “I don’t know, a little better, maybe,”

Nina nodded slowly, taking up the little chair Anika had just vacated and unsubtly studying Inej. 

“Did you try walking again?”

“A little, with Jesper earlier. Just a few paces,” it cost her something, stupidly, to admit, “It was all I could manage,”

Nina nodded again, eyes still drifting over Inej. They spoke for a while, about Liesbeth’s death and the news of what had happened to Amethyst. It hit Inej like a gut punch; someone was targeting girls on West Stave, girls who had no-one to protect them or avenge them. No-one to mourn them. No-one to pray for them, except for Inej closing her eyes and asking her Saints to watch over the soul’s of children she could only give false names. 

“What could have done that to her?”

“I don’t know,” Nina murmured, “There have been rumours amongst Grisha in the city recently but… they don’t make sense, it has to be something else. I just don’t know what,”

Inej had no response to that. A long moment passed before Nina said softly:

“I assume there must be an ice store somewhere in the city?”

“In the Warehouse District,” Inej told her, through a hissed breath as she tried to readjust herself, “A few - four or five, I think,”

The ice was harvested from lakes outside of Ketterdam’s walls; even in the snow and storms Inej had never seen it cold enough here for any ice to form over the canals and even if it did it would probably be too thin to be of any use, but the lakes and reservoirs in the countryside could freeze over with ice layers as thick as books or thicker. They were harvested and shipped into the capital city during winter or any cold gasp strong enough to make the effort worth it, and kept in tightly sealed storage containers that, as Inej understood, were meant to be well-insulated enough to keep the ice solid year round anyway. Even so, Grisha Squallers could get good work maintaining temperatures in the facilities, and Inej was pretty sure that Tidemakers could also do something to delay the melting but she didn’t really understand it.

She had scouted the ice houses only once, other than in her own time exploring the city, when Kaz was running a job on one of the merchants who owned one of the storage units. They’d staged a little accident and thrown the market out of whack - it had been a small market for ice in autumn, Inej couldn’t fathom why they were this invested in it, but apparently it was enough to get Kaz what he wanted. They were strange structures, she found them quite imposing, and even when it was out of sight everything she ever did felt under the view of the painted advertisement for Rare Spices, its Suli girls in scant silks smiling over the street with eyes that still haunted Inej’s dreams. 

“Why?” she asked Nina, now.

“It might depend on how much it costs,” she said, “But ice could be good for your knee. Can I feel it?”

Inej nodded and gripped the duvet either side of her as Nina gently lifted her leg out of the sling and perched on the edge of the bed so she could rest Inej’s knee against her own. Inej winced slightly as Nina raised the leg of her trousers.

“Okay?”

“Your hands are cold,”

Nina smiled.

“Well, cheaper than ice, at least,”

But her cheery tone didn’t last much longer as she ran a hand over Inej’s knee. Inej dropped back into her cushions and stared straight up, not wanting to endure Nina’s increasingly concerned expressions but finding herself stuck hearing her increasingly nervous ‘mm’ noises anyway. After a minute had passed, Inej lifted her head up again and said:

“Nina, if it's bad can you just tell me how bad? Please?”

“It’s not bad,” she said, though her tone was delicate, “I’m just concerned the swelling hasn’t gone down - I think you do need some ice, but I’m doing to get you a damp cloth for now. I just… I’m not a Healer, Inej, I don’t know if I’m right to tell you to leave it completely but I just don’t think you can put any pressure on this - and yet I’m scared that I’m wrong to tell you not to use it, what if you lose movement because you aren’t exercising it or-”

“Nina,”

“I can’t reduce the swelling myself, not any way that I understand how, it won’t make a difference, and the ligament doesn't feel as smooth as usual - but does that mean-”

“Nina,”

Nina stopped and turned to Inej, her cheeks reddened and her teeth locking onto her lower lip.

“Slow down,” Inej reached out and hook her hand through Nina’s, “Take a breath. You are doing an excellent job, and if I don’t get perfectly back to normal as quickly as I want to then that is definitely not on you. Tell me,”

“Inej…”

“Say it,”

Nina smiled, just slightly, squeezing Inej’s fingers.

“It wouldn’t be my fault,” she said quietly.

After a minute, Nina left to get a damp cloth to wrap over Inej’s leg and Inej took a long, slow breath as she lay back and flexed her fingers against the quilt beneath her. It would not be Nina’s fault if Inej didn’t get back to herself, but that didn’t mean that the thought terrified her any less. And so, as if he knew what she was thinking, it was of course that moment that Kaz chose to knock on her bedroom door. 

“Wraith,” he nodded, after she’d bid him entry, “Where’s Nina? She’s supposed to be with you,”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Kaz,” said Inej, repeating what she’d said to Jesper, “What do you want?”

Kaz’s jaw twitched briefly. 

“I’m planning a job,”

“You’re always planning a job,”

He closed his eyes for a moment, like he was trying to restrain something, and then focused on her again. Inej’s leg was still laid in front of her beneath the sling, her trouser leg rolled up, waiting for Nina’s cold compress, and now she realised that Kaz was actively avoiding looking at it. She swallowed. 

“I just need to know how long you think you’ll need,” he said, “So I know if you’ll be up for this,”

“You know I won’t say no, Kaz,”

You know I can’t. 

“But will you be ready?”

“Nina’s worried,” she admitted, “But I’m hoping to be back to normal within a week,” she glanced at her leg, “maybe two,”

Kaz nodded. He turned briefly away and she thought he might be about to leave, but then he was facing her again with a small bundle of fabric sitting in his gloved hand. The other clutched his cane tightly, tighter than usual she thought, as he dropped the little pile onto the end of Inej’s bed. She stared at him. 

“What is this?”

“Night clothes,”

The first night Inej came to the Slat, she had followed Kaz from the Menagerie and walked all the way down West Stave, the East, heading steadily South until they reached the tipsy little building leaning on its neighbours still wearing her ugly purple silks. She was barefoot, earning cuts and dirt and scratches of the soles of her feet as she traipsed over the cobblestones, and somehow felt more ridiculous dressed like this walking down the street even than she had inside the walls of the Menagerie. She briefly entertained the thought of running, but she was weak and small - in fact, when had she even last eaten? In searching for when she had last eaten well, at least, she found she could not remember. And even a year later the memories of her foolish escape attempt, a fourteen year old child who managed to run three blocks before she was dragged back across the stave, was too strong. And besides, though she did not think she trusted Kaz Brekker, she thought she was the closest she had been to safe in a long time. She did not run. 

Kaz had led her inside the building without a word and she could feel the eyes of the Dregs burning into her as she followed him across the floor and up the stairs. It was the only time she’d ever known the Slat to be silent. 

“Here,” he’d said, as they reached a door upstairs. 

“Here?”

“Your room,” said Kaz, nodding again at the door. 

She realised he was waiting for her to open it herself, and after a brief moment had passed she did so. The room was tiny, barely big enough to hold the bed pressed against two of its walls, but Inej barely noticed as she stared straight ahead to the window. It was almost as wide as the wall it sat in, with a perfect view of the street below and the rooftops ahead of her. Inej could have choked. All of the windows at the Menagerie were barred. 

When she’d finally ripped herself away, she saw Kaz dropping a pile of fabric onto the end of the neatly made bed that she already knew she would not be able to sleep in tonight. 

“What is this?”

“Clothes,” he’d looked her up and down, “Real clothes. Get dressed, then I want you to see the Crow Club,”

Inej nodded as if she understood, as if she had heard a single word after she’d heard real clothes. Her clothes, that was what he was telling her. Kaz left and Inej spent a full two minutes enjoying the thrill of closing her curtain, fingers shivering, before she got dressed. She shoved her silks beneath the bed, resolving to figure out what to do with them another day, and savoured every brush of the trousers and shirt and jumper as she pulled them over herself. She had socks, and trousers, and real underwear. She had a curtain, and a window, and a door that locked from the inside. When Kaz returned, it was with her boots. 

“Why are you bringing me night clothes?” she asked, now, watching him standing at the end of her bed. 

She felt almost as though her skin were trying to crawl off her looking up at Kaz like this, even just knowing he was in her room felt strange but to be stuck like this… she didn’t know how to identify the feeling, and she couldn’t even tell if she cared for it. 

“You left yours at the Crow Club,”

Inej sat up slowly and picked up the night clothes; thick cotton, soft colours, her own size. 

“These are new,”

Kaz shrugged.

“Stoevelaar’s blood was on yours,” he said, and after a moment, “And they didn’t fit you,”

So he’d bought her new ones? Inej didn’t know how to navigate this - she didn’t even know what she was navigating. She stared at him, and then realised that she hadn’t said anything for about forty seconds. 

“Thank you,”

Kaz nodded. 

“Two weeks?”

“Maximum,”

He nodded again, and then he was gone. 

[kisskida]

Sparring Partners

Jing Yuan x Stelle comfort After getting her ass handed to her in hand to hand combat training with the General, she ends up at his house, having a nice dinner and letting sparks fly, developing their relationship further than just friends

The red earth clung to her skin, beads of icy sweat rolling down her forehead as she tumbled across the ground once again. A mocking smile on her opponent's face as he taunted her “What’s wrong? I thought you could at least hold your own against me” he offered a helping hand. His skin felt sandpapery against her soft palm as she rose once again, dull pangs shot through her body as it ached in protest of another round. The sun bore down unrelentingly as they resumed sparring, bodies locked together in violent embraces, bruises blooming like little purple blossoms every time he landed a hit on her. Tumbling to the ground again as his leg swept into her ankles she let out a frustrated snarl.

“You don’t have to send me flying every time you know?” she wiped her face roughly with the back of her hand, spitting on the ground and running her hand through her hair, pulling it back off her face.

“Well, you wanted to learn, did you not? You’ll never learn hand to hand combat if I baby you Stelle” he chuckled, his deep voice playful and soothing as she pouted. Her silky silver hair was run through with red dust and roughed up like a bird's nest whilst his messy white hair had not a speck of red dust throughout it and wasn’t displaced at all, not once had she paid him back for tossing her in the dirt. Not once in the three hours they’d been sparring.

“Yeah but…whatever” she gave up and sat back down in the dirt. Her body was sore beyond words and the sheer relief she felt as she relaxed brought a reflexive smile to her face.

“Giving up?” Jing yuan smiled down at her “I suppose you did well enough for a learner” reaching down, he picked her up in a bridal carry, holding her close to his body.

“What-” Stelle struggled against his hold, face flushing with embarrassment “General! Put me down-” she tried to roll sideways out of his arms but his vice-like grip resisted “Where are we going?!” she gave up, sinking into the embrace.

“I’ll treat you to a homemade dinner, it's the least I can do for you after throwing you in the dirt for three hours straight” he stifled a laugh as she sulked. Once they got inside he carefully put her down “Go shower, you can borrow some of my clothes” he tossed a shirt and pair of tracksuit pants at her and gestured to a door down the hallway.

A pleasurable sigh escaped her mouth as hot water ran rivers down her skin, washing away the dirt and grime accumulated from the dusty training grounds. She scrubbed her hair thoroughly with his shampoo, ensuring no red streaks were left and returning her locks to their silky state. Tossing the oversized clothes on, she yawned and headed out to the kitchen “General, I’m done-” she paused, at a loss for words from the scene before her. This epitome of masculinity, built like a Greek god, was standing before her in a cute pink apron, a nice and neat bow tying it around his bare back with cute sparkles in little heart shapes, shirt tossed haphazardly on the floor. Whatever he was making smelled irresistible and she couldn't resist her stomach as she sniffed around the kitchen, trying to determine which of the numerous pots and pans held the mouth-watering scent.

“Stelle, be patient, it’s almost done” he ran a hand through his dishevelled hair and she noticed bandaids littering his fingers. She couldn't help giggling as she pictured the oh so talented and masculine idol of a General scrunching his brows as he tried to dice vegetables, dressed in the cutest apron she’d ever seen. Seeing her giggling at his attire, he ruffled her hair and pushed her out of the kitchen, guiding her to the couch “Now stay”

She slapped his dirty hand away from her freshly washed hair “Yeah yeah…cute apron by the way” a fit of giggles consumed her again as she flopped down onto the lounge, sinking into the velvety cushions. The words were quickly taken out of her mouth as a steaming plate of delicious meats was placed in front of her, she ignored the vegetables as her mouth watered, practically drooling in anticipation. A moment of hesitation crossed her mind as she recalled some important information “General…can you even cook?” looking pointedly at his bandaid covered fingers and the slightly burnt potatoes, she gave him a questioning look.

“Well, I’ve cooked once or twice in my life, if it smells good, it’ll taste just fine. Dig in” he gave her a playful pat on the back, before sitting down on the couch beside her. What he forgot to take into account was the size difference between them, his playful pat almost knocked the wind out of her and just sitting down heavily on the couch made her almost fall on top of him as he sunk into the cushions.

He was right, he was so very right that Stelle didn’t want to admit it. The dinner was delicious and she pretty much inhaled it at three times the speed Jing Yuan was eating. Her gaze slowly turned to him, big cute puppy eyes sparkling with hope. He laughed and poked her cheek before holding out the fork to her, and like a puppy she devoured the offered treat quicker than the eye could see. “I’ll clear the plates, since you cooked” she stood, holding out her hand to take his plate but instead of his plate, he placed his hand in hers, lifting it and kissing her knuckles.

“No need, you’ve never been over here before and I doubt you know how to use a dishwasher Miss ‘I live with the bare necessities’ that apparently don't include a dishwasher or many appliances at all” taking her plate off her, he left her to follow him like a puppy into the kitchen. She banged her head against his back as he hand washed the plates, bored with doing nothing after such an adrenaline filled day “Stelle, keep doing that and you’ll face the consequences” His low voice rumbled and she hesitated for a second before ignoring him completely and hitting him harder.

The consequences were very much faced as Jing Yuan threw her over his shoulder and walked her out to the living room, dropping her on the couch. She grabbed his wrist as he was about to leave, cheeks slightly pink as she avoided his gaze. His rationality failed him as he hovered over her, almost nose to nose. Their breaths mingled, his eyes flicking down to her lips before back up to her eyes again. He cupped her face with one hand, gently caressing her cheek as she leaned into his touch “can I?” his voice came out a husky whisper she nodded softly, gold eyes locked as he gently kissed her, soft and delicate like she was a fragile blossom in the wind. “You’re too cute” he teased her, low voice sending shivers down her spine as his breath tickled her ear.

“You’re so mean to me General” she rolled onto her side, now avoiding him. A small smile decorated her features and a cherry blossom blush warmed her cheeks. “We should’ve been sparring partners sooner” she rolled back over, wrapping her arms around his neck and grinning cheekily as she yanked him down off balance, his full weight falling on top of her “Nope-” she wheezed as the air was crushed out of her lungs “bad idea- cant breathe” she hit his back as he laughed, not moving despite her pleas.

[ssaeri]

in the deep

☆ tags: abigail x gn!reader, farmer loses all of their hp in the mines, based on the time I forgot food and a horde of slimes took me out, embarrassed myself on the coop save file by losing money right after we made some, so I typed this up, can be read PLATONICALLY ☆

“It’s a little late, isn’t it?” Marlon calls out. At the door of the Adventurer’s Guild, he tightens his tool belt, preparing for his nightly patrol of the town’s perimeter. A sharpened sword gleams at his hip. Abigail’s own weapon, though also a sword, seems like a toy in comparison to the seasoned fighter’s. “What are you doing out here?”

As he approaches, his eye narrows in recognition.

“The purple haired girl. You’re that store owner’s child, no? Your father won’t be pleased to find you here again.”

She stiffens at the mention of her dad. “I know, but—” she trails off, waving vaguely at the mine entrance. It’s close to midnight now, and other than her sword, she’s equipped with little more than a handful of spring onions and some torches, but she hasn’t seen you since you disappeared into the mines this afternoon, grumbling about prismatic jelly. “The farmer hasn’t come home yet, and I’m a little worried.”

“The farmer is a tough one. You know how they like to skirt the curfew.”

“We made dinner plans, though, and they never miss those.” She flexes her gloved hands, trying to appear braver than she felt. “I’m just going to check really quick. In and out before you know it. Maybe you’re right. Maybe they got distracted and forgot the time.”

Marlon appraises her, palm resting on the hilt of his sword, and he is clearly unsatisfied with whatever he sees because he clicks his tongue, turning away from her. “Stay here,” he orders. “I’ll do a sweep.”

“I can go with you!”

Another click of his tongue. “I’d rather not drag out a second body.”

“I can fight ,” she insists, nostrils flaring. What’s with old men and underestimating her? First her dad, and now Marlon. Granted, Marlon’s word holds more weight than her dad’s, but still. “I’ve been practicing every day.”

“Without ever setting foot in the mines? Without going into the secret woods? Without actual opponents? The farmer makes weekly trips to the Skull Caverns, and even they can get blindsided by grubs. What makes you think that you’d be less of a hindrance?” His tone isn’t condescending, simply matter of fact. “I’d be faster alone.”

Abigail’s shoulders sag. “Can I at least wait by the minecarts?”

“If that makes you feel better.”

She follows him, and just inside the cave entrance, she marks her spot. She sits on the dusty ground, slips on a small glow ring, and leans back against the minecart. It creaks with the new pressure, but soon it settles, cold against her curled spine. Marlon gives her one last warning glance—she holds up her arms in a I get it motion—before descending the ladder, pickaxe in hand.

The thing about waiting, though, is that it’s boring when you have nothing to do. She tries counting the seconds at first, but somewhere around the two minute mark, she gets distracted by the squelching sounds of slimes, the buzzing hum of cave flies. They’re so close . She could jump down to the first floor, try her hand at fighting a few, and then head back up before anyone notices. No one is here to catch her. Her fingers inch towards her weapon. They’re only green slimes. How hard could it be?

But then she remembers your wince of pain the last time she patched you up. Dr. Harvey’s clinic was closed for the afternoon, and he was somewhere by the river, so she took you back to her room and opened her first-aid kit. Slimes are tricky , you said, hissing as she applied antiseptic to your legs. Can’t wait until I get the slime charmer ring, but I can’t believe he’s making me kill 1000 slimes first.

So she sits there, dragging the tip of her sword in the dirt to make swirled lines until she’s surrounded. As she is about to erase her canvas, the elevator whirs. She jumps to her feet. When the doors finally creak open, revealing Marlon carrying you over his shoulder, she gasps, hands flying to her mouth.

“What happened?” she demands, taking in your injuries.

“Found them near the bottom of the mine,” he grunts, easing you onto your back. “Luckily, they were on an elevator floor.”

“They said that they were looking for prismatic jelly or something.”

Marlon nods. “Elevator method. That checks out.”

“Should I get Dr. Harvey? It’s late, but he’s a light sleeper.

“No need, the cuts look worse than they are. Probably just collapsed from exertion. I gave them some elixir before getting them up here, so it should kick in any second now.” He takes out a piece of clothes and wipes away the dirt on your face.

Right on time, you groan, rolling onto your side. “What the hell…?” You cough before squinting in the faint light of their rings. “Marlon? Abby? What’re you doing here?”

“Saving your life, idiot!” Abigail hisses. She’s on her hands and knees, leaning into your face to read your expression.

Marlon puts a warning hand on her shoulder. She looks back. Gentle , his gaze says. She chews her lip, supposing that her lecture could come later. Right now, with your tired eyes blinking at her, she can’t bring herself to be mad, not when when relief finally wipes the tension in her limbs.

“I was so worried,” she whimpers instead. “Can you get up?”

[aredsunrise]

You're Also The Priority

Notes : It is an Leon S Kennedy x original female character (Charlie Miller) fic. 22 y/o oc. I was bored and wanted to try something. It will probably be almost all about the RE4, so sorry. It is also my first fic and English is not my first language. Also sorry if there is any mistakes! (Part 2 is already on ao3 btw)

Summary : It all started when Ashley and her old friend, Charlie, returned from their school. Before they could understand what was happening, a tough man had kidnap them and took them to Spain. Separate from Ashley, when they arrived in an old, weird village, Charlie made it her mission to find her and get away as soon as possible. This is how an agent, who was supposedly there to rescue her and Ashley, found her.

CW : Angst? - Slow Burn - Canon-Typical Violence - Fluff? - Bad Writing - Mutual Pining - Flirting

Words : 634

Part one

Charlie couldn't remember how she got stuck into a dark chamber. The last memory she had was of her and her friend, Ashley, in a car. Now, all she could do was to freak out because of the lack of light and the room where she was. Charlie felt the old and perforated sheets under her body and the air be muffled by the dust she saw rising when she jumped up from the sofa she was resting on.

"Fuck..." was all she could whisper.

She glanced around, searching for her friend in the dark, using the light of small candles placed in a few places, but nothing. There were only the footsteps of mice that were breaking the silence. She stood up and walked towards the wall, her arms in front of her. When she touched it, she walked to the side of the room to find a door. Her whole body was shaking. A mixture of fear and chills. She was cold - It was cold. Charlie repeatedly bumped into wooden boxes and dusty furniture. Above, there were small candlesticks, papers and even books.

She finally found a door, after a few minutes, and frantically moved the handle. Lock.

"Fuck!" she whispers more loudly this time. She took a few steps towards one of the cabinets to find a key or anything, as long as she could open this stupid door when footsteps were heard from the other side. Charlie backed up until she found a vanity and hid under it. It was filled with cobwebs and covered with a long sheet when footsteps came in front the door. She hoped that whoever this is, they will think she is gone and let the door open. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She felt it ringing in her ears as she could see five people come in with the light on the other side of the room. The first who entered was a man with a long purple cape that was hidden a part of his face and some kind of black dress with a stick with some gross alive stuff on it. The rest seems to be four women with long brown or white or beige dresses and a bag that covered their heads, thanks to ropes rolled up and attached to their necks.

"What the fuck?"

"Don't be scared, my child, come out of your hiding place." Said the man in a tone that was meant to be reassuring.

Charlie didn't move. This man was certainly crazy. And because of that, he only waved his hand and the four others began to search the room.

"Shit."

When they finally found her, Charlie kicked one of the four in the face while another grabbed her legs and held them down. The young girl tried to get rid of the grip of one of them on her body.

"Do not resist my child. You will receive the gift of our lord and everything will be better."

Charlie tried to struggle even harder when she saw one of the women approach a seringue near her neck while another held her head to the side, pressing her cheek to the dirty floor. The needle pierced her skin, causing her pain. She could feel the liquid entering and nausea came to her. The four women's gripp grew weaker as the man's voice sounded for the last time:

"Now sleep, my child. Your task is not over."

Taking a sudden fatigue, her eyelids closed directly thereafter. Her body had risen up and back onto the couch. She realized she was going to have to muster up all her courage because the next time someone will visit, she was going to run away from this shit. She will find Ashley and get out of this crazy place.

[abeinginsand]

Little Flowers of Hope

Sometimes when the others are fast asleep in hq, Sparrow uses his magic to spawn little flowers to softly tuck into their hair tops. It's based on a tradition from childhood--one he got from his Grandma Bin Bin* before she passed. He remembers falling asleep while drawing the first time it happened. He was stretched out on a tie dyed floor blanket, many crayons surrounding him.

It was a shock to wake up later with a white flower curled around one of his fingers and another white one tucked into Lark's hair too. The mysterious flowers continued to appear throughout their two week stay at their grandma's house and the twins quickly realized who the culprit was. They had fun sneaking flowers onto her in revenge too. Grandma also taught them how to weave plants together, mostly for flower crowns or bracelets.

The twins used the knowledge for that and, more importantly, for little weapons! She never joined in on that part though she cheered them on with a amused smile. Instead, she and their parents reminded them which plants were dangerous or safe to touch, smell, or eat. The lectures were boring (especially for Lark) but the two keep the info in mind for their mini adventures.

They're thankful for the boring lectures when they end up in a strange and lively new world. Especially when they start getting hungry and distrust the townsfolk. They may be all confidence, sass, and strength by day but at night the twins are still kids that would like to go home. That still miss their grandma and her little flowers that made waking up even more magical than usual. There are a few flowers growing around the town though and so Sparrow rummaged some from his pockets one night. Lark's tucked in beside him on this big bed with itchy sheets.

He weaves a bracelet for each of them while trying to ignore the ache in his mouth from grinding. The pain and itch woke him up and it's more calming to listen to Lark peacefully sleep then to attempt to himself again. He only closes his eyes after he's carefully placed their bracelets on. Lark doesn't say anything directly about the bracelets. Instead, he hugs Sparrow for a moment and keeps a hold on his hand as they explore the town further in the morning. Sparrow wakes up the next day with a red and purple flower crown. Things feel more hopeful somehow, less of an eerie weight trailing just behind them. Feels easier to fall back into their mischievous ways again. They scheme to prank the towns people and thus the Lord of Chaos is born.

At Ravenloft, it is a dusty and vacant space. The only sounds being one purple rob yelling at them or the other lecturing them to be calm and mindful. There is no food, no decorations, yet sometimes they can hear a low humming and strumming at night. The twins do sneak around, trying to find an escape route. They get caught though and learn just how mean these strangers can be.

The next day, Lark mentions wanting to push them into the fighting pit. Sparrow is all for the idea and the two share devious smiles until they hear the robes arguing loudly in a near by room.

There is banging and crashing. The twins go quiet and pale, huddled together even closer than before. Sparrow feels the phantom pain of the stab wound on one leg. Lark's trying hard not to think about how the sounds remind him of the pyramid and debris. Someone whispers a chant of "it'll be oakay" and neither really believe it.

None of the various feelings stop them from trying to get out, only changes the way they go about it. One of them stays behind while the other sneaks around. At some point the escape plan came second to just finding anything to snack on though. By the time the other kids start to appear, they still haven't find anything. They take comfort in having more people they know and can trust around. The kids are able to search in pairs too and that's how the twins finally find a little crack in one wall on the first floor one day.

It's big enough for Lark to fit a hand through the hole and there's what might have been a unkempt garden once on the other side. It's hope in a hopefully edible shape and they manage to grab a few things to bring back to the others in the shared room. The kids nibble on what's edible and for what isn't...Sparrow tucks them into everyone's hair while they rest. The plants aren't filling but it's better than nothing. And atleast the decorative ones were something to look forward to in the morning. Finally some more color and even some smiles too in the washed out and dreaded place.

So as adults, the flowers are a reminder of that discovery. They are little spots of happiness after a hard mission or disagreement or atleast a nice distraction from life in general for a moment. Sparrow is the main one doing it but they all make sure to on occasion sprinkle the love wolf of the group with their own flowers as well.

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*Edit: Added correction to the grandmother's name via Doodler-rights (thank you!)

from Rhi Rhi to Bin Bin (or is it Bin-Bin?) I think Will brings up some other family members too but not sure about their names either. Things to look up..

Also Ri ri was for Henry apparently which makes a lot of sense, not sure if that was Rhianna related or if that part is also me misremembering.

[kittieeepaw]

KITTIEEE WRITES SOMETHING????? WORLD STOP. EXPLOSIONS GOING OFF EVERYWHERE

Yes I’ve started writing something (I had the idea for it a while ago and was bored in class sooooooo fanfic time)

It’s kindaaaaa inspired by fallen stars but like it’s pretty different (ummm check out fallen stars by the way by @plushii-gutz you wont regret it)

Also I don’t really write a lot so if this sucks ass uhhh sorry LMAO

And if I randomly stop writing it don’t be surprised HELP

okay anyways ermmm chapter 1 I guess (it doesn’t have a name yet)

It was an average day on Celestial Island. The sun beat down onto the dusty brick floors, making everything warm and toasty. Everyone was off doing their own things. Scaratar and Blasoom were feeding plants to the bugs that often followed Scaratar around. Hornacle and Torrt happily splashed around in a puddle of water that Hornacle had formed themself. Loodvigg sat inside the hole underneath the ledge of the island, preferring the darkness over the bright sunlight. Vhamp was telling Furnoss about something, Plixie was flying around in circles as Syncopite watched, and Glaishur was working on his latest snow sculpture.

As for Attmoz, he was zoning out as he stared into the sky.

“TAG!” Attmoz snapped back to reality at the sudden poke in his side, and turned around to see Galvana standing there, giggling. The little monster quickly ran off, charging towards the other side of the island to get away from him.

Attmoz sighed, “Galvana, you know I can’t run very fast!”

But Galvana didn’t listen, and so he reluctantly started chasing after them, his short legs not letting him catch up to them as expected.

Galvana was the youngest celestial, often making the other ones play silly games with them. For some reason Attmoz was often their target, much to his dismay. He tried his best to catch up to them but the electric monster was way too fast. As soon as he got close they would quickly turn and dash the other way while giggling loudly.

Attmoz soon gave up, and stopped running to catch his breath. He could never run for very long without pausing to take a breather. You would think the literal air celestial would be awesome at breathing, but that wasn’t the case for Attmoz.

“Alright dude. I give up. You win.” Attmoz said, dramatically falling to the floor and laying there with his eye closed.

He soon felt something climbing on him, and looked up to see Galvana sitting there on top of his stomach.

“TAG! NOW!” They said, kicking their leg in annoyance.

“Sorry man, I’m all tagged out.” Attmoz said, “Maybe someone faster can play it with you.”

Galvana didn’t respond, instead sending an electric shock to him through their hand.

“HEY!” Attmoz said, flinching up in surprise. “That hurt! Oww!”

The little monster started laughing loudly, rolling around on the floor.

“Yeah, yeah, hurting me is very funny.” Attmoz said as he got up, brushing himself off.

Galvana kept laughing as they stood up as well. The two stared at each other for a moment, before Galvana leapt at him in the blink of an eye. Attmoz yelled as Galvana climbed on top of him, ending up on top of his head. They smacked him right in the face about 5 times.

“Dude! Not cool! I can’t see!” The air monster complained as he tried to get Galvana off of him, but unfortunately they were gripping on really tight.

“Need some help?”

Attmoz felt the weight of Galvana being lifted off of him, and turned around to see them in Glaishur’s hands. The purple monster placed them back onto the brick floor, where they promptly blew a raspberry at him.

Glaishur chuckled. “This one sure is a handful despite being so young!”

“Yeah, I doubt we were this bad when we were younger.” Attmoz said as he ruffled Galvana’s hair.

Galvana pouted, upset that their game had been ruined.

“Who knows. I guess you could ask Furnoss.”

Furnoss was the oldest out of all of them, and despite being only a year older than Glaishur and Attmoz he had always been able to remember things further back.

“If I asked Furnoss he’d probably start lecturing me about how annoying I am and all the ways I can improve.” Attmoz laughed, rolling his eye.

“Furnoss thinks everyone is annoying. But he loves us, even if he won’t admit it.” Glaishur said.

“Well I think someone’s gotta get him to be less grumpy all the time, man.”

“At least he’s not as grumpy as Syncopite! I swear he always looks mad.”

“DUDEEE LITERALLY! But like it’s what's on the outside that counts or however it goes so maybe he’s secretly really happy all the time.”

“You mean it’s what’s on the inside that counts?”

“Oh yea-”

The two of them were interrupted by a loud but tiny voice.

“PLAY. NOW!” Galvana was impatiently standing between the two of them, waiting for the conversation to end.

Attmoz let out a laugh, “Okay, okay, fine. We can play whatever you want! Well, except for tag.”

Galvana pouted again. Clearly tag is what they’d wanted to play.

“Would you cut it out?”

The three monsters turned around to see Loodvigg and Syncopite facing off against each other. It was Loodvigg who had said those words, his face in a scowl.

“You can’t boss everyone around, you know?” Loodvigg hissed.

Syncopite sighed in annoyance, “I’m not bossing you around. I’m just telling you what to do.”

“That’s literally the same fucking thing!”

“Language.”

Loodvigg rolled his eyes so hard that Attmoz thought they would fall out of his skull for a moment.

“Look Loodvigg, all I’m saying is that you scared Hornacle.”

Attmoz hadn’t noticed the small water monster standing behind Syncopite, an upset expression on his face.

“You can’t keep yelling every time you get upset at something.”

“I don’t always yell, so don’t act like I do!” Loodvigg said. He seemingly was getting angrier by the moment, like a ticking time bomb that could go off any second. “But I’ve told Hornacle many times to not touch my stuff, and yet they keep doing it!”

“He’s just a kid. Cut them some slack.”

“Well Vhamp is even younger than Hornacle is, but he doesn’t touch my things!” Loodvigg retorted.

“That’s not the point, Loodvigg.” Syncopite said shortly. It seemed like as Loodvigg’s anger increased, so did Syncopite’s annoyance with him.

Attmoz and Glaishur both looked at each other, unsure of what to do. All the other celestials were staring at the argument, seemingly frozen. Attmoz could feel Galvana clinging to his side while shaking. This must be scary for the little guy. Even Attmoz was a bit upset, the celestials almost never argued with each other. Eventually, Glaishur stepped towards them. He often tried to solve small fights they would have, but this one was more serious.

“Alright guys, I’m sure we can work this out.” He said, stepping between the two of them as if to form a barrier. “But let’s try not to scare everyone, okay? Maybe we can-”

“Just shut up, would you? This has nothing to do with you, Glaishur.” Loodvigg interrupted, still looking at Syncopite.

The purple monster took a step back, not expecting that response. Attmoz could tell he was upset by it as he started to look down at the ground.

Attmoz stepped towards the argument, ready to defend Glaishur.

“There’s no need to be so mean, dude!” He said as he stood next to his friend. “Glaishur’s just trying to help!”

“He doesn’t need to. This is between me and Syncopite.”

“Not when you’re being so loud that the whole island can hear you!” Attmoz snapped back.

After that, the fight turned into a jumbled mess. All four of them kept speaking over each other, trying to get their opinions across.

“STOP!”

Furnoss walked towards them, his face very annoyed.

“You’re not going to solve anything like this. Loodvigg, Syncopite, come with me. Attmoz, you and Glaishur make sure everyone else is okay.”

The four of them reluctantly followed his orders, Loodvigg and Syncopite following Furnoss to a more secluded area of the island.

Glaishur and Attmoz went towards the younger monsters, most of them seemed pretty scared. Scaratar, who was one year younger than Attmoz and Glaishur, the same age as Loodvigg was already trying to help. Plixie was the only one who wasn’t scared, as if he’d enjoyed the fight.

That guy’s a bit odd. Attmoz thought.

But, there was someone missing.

Attmoz searched around for Galvana with his eye, but they were nowhere to be found.

“Hey uhh do you guys know where Galvana went?” The rest of the celestials seemed surprised that they were gone, and started searching around for their companion. Attmoz felt his heart sink, as if he knew something had gone horribly wrong.

They spent the rest of the day searching for their youngest member, the bright sun swapping out for a cold moon. But they had no luck.

Galvana had disappeared without a trace.

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Okay that’s all! Feel free to like critique it in the comments or something! I’d love to try and improve okay baiiii >_<