#i actually missed when he posted this himself (then deleted it) but it was caught by the austin butler and callum turner fans

[mastersoftheair]

ben radcliffe, jonas moore, callum turner, and austin butler (from ben radcliffe's instagram)

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Maneater girlfriend - Multimuse x fem!reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some mentions of mvrder, not much honestly, some jealousy, but I think that’s it?

Type: Blerps

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: The muses get maneater girlfriends, how they’d react/act about it.

Notes: Honestly, I know some of us may not always feel like it, but it’s fun to pretend. Just like miss Maddie Perez and my queen Rihanna said, even if you don’t feel like it just pretend. Love my maneater readers. Ps. this isn’t exclusively for fem readers, it can really be for anyone. kiss kiss.

I don’t really know what I was going for, I’m just trying to get my juices going, pls don’t hate. Will probably delete this one tbh

Jason Voorhees: Gets so starstruck around you. It’s actually super cute, he never fails to boost your confidence. No matter what you choose to wear, Jason will stare at you all the time in awe, which of course makes you feel like the prettiest person he’s ever seen. Especially when you decide to go all out, he just becomes a puddle. Jason would literally worship the ground you walk on, you definitely have him under your spell. If you want a fan for a boyfriend, Jason’s the one. The only con is that he’d probably forget to take pictures of you because he’s just daydreaming about his hot s/o.

Michael Myers: Honestly didn’t expect any less, but he is a tiny itsy bitsy threatened by your confidence. Depending on the status of your relationship, it could go one of two ways: He could be completely confident, obviously mopping the floor with the guts of the people who couldn’t keep their eyeballs to themselves, or he could be somewhat weary of the attention you get, no matter who it is. Michael definitely has one of the most toxic abandonment issues, but it’s not like you’d be able to get rid of him, he’d get rid of everyone around you before you could even think about skipping town. Michael would stare a little longer on the days you wear more revealing clothing, it’s your confidence that sells the whole look, he’s absolutely mesmerized by you.

Tiffany Valentine: All for it. Wouldn’t hesitate for a second to help you get into your outfit or finish up your makeup/hair. You’d catch her staring from time to time, which she’d laugh it off not expecting to be caught. I could see her getting jealous at times if it seems like someone has your attention and if they cross a line, a knife crosses their artery, no hesitation. Tiffany would absolutely take pictures of you and post you all over her social media, she wouldn’t mind the thirst comments you’d get, after all you were hers. Tiffany would definitely boost your confidence and you’d both become the ultimate deadliest hot couple.

Billy Loomis: Ok, controversial opinion, but Billy isn’t really used to having maneater girlies. He’s used to having cute, beautiful women, but no one willing to stare daggers into your eyes from across the room. He’s absolutely mesmerized, without knowing it, he’d do anything for you. Billy cannot keep his hands to himself, no matter what you’re wearing, or what you’re not wearing. He’s not the best at taking pictures of you, but you’re damn right he’d keep every picture of you he can get a hold of. Sure he can get jealous, but he also knows he has you wrapped around his finger and no one else.

Stu Macher: Everyone expects Stu to have the hottest girl in school, this is no exception. The way you don’t look away when you catch him staring at you is enough to make him fall in love. As much as I love Stu, I know he’s superficial, so if your looks caught his eye, he would do his best to make your relationship work. Even if it means he has to get the right angles when taking pictures of you. Stu would absolutely brag about you, first about how you look then about what you do or what your interests are. Just like Jason, unintentionally, Stu would worship the ground you walk on. 

Patrick Bateman: Ok honestly what else did you expect. Just like Stu, Patrick is superficial. He always wants to make sure he has the hottest/most confident person within 1000 miles. He’d never admit how he likes your lack of interest in impressing every person you meet. That’s probably the trick. Patrick will never forget the times you’d be approached by wealthy men, or simply attractive people that you just couldn’t care for. That would be one of Patrick’s biggest flexes. Of course he’d always want you to look your best, so he does his part in boosting your confidence through pictures, outfits and compliments. Patrick isn’t shy about showing you off.

Leatherface: Just like Jason, he’s stuck. He can’t believe someone like you is interested in him. You are the prettiest most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. Bubba would absolutely worship the floor you walk on. He’s at your beck and call. He’d do whatever he could to impress you, getting you flowers, learning to make your favorite meals, helping you around the house. He’d do anything to spend time with you and just stare at you. He absolutely loves having printed pictures of you, even if getting him a shirt with your face on it was a joke, he’d absolutely wear it without hesitation. To him, your face is a work of art that should be appreciated.

Billy Hargrove: Honestly, didn’t know what he was getting himself into until he realized how much attention you actually got when you’d clean up. At first he didn’t know how to handle it exactly. Of course, Billy would play it off, knowing if you would wander off, he wouldn’t waste his time. Still, that doesn’t mean he wasn’t completely infatuated with you. Your mannerisms are what kept his attention. He can’t describe it, but it’s definitely your aura that intoxicates him. The fact that others would consider you a “maneater” and that it was Billy Hargrove that pulled you? (I mean of course he did right?) he’d hesitate to admit that it boosted his ego a little bit, but he made sure others kept their hands to themselves. 

Steve Harrington: Steve would be a little more confident than the rest on this list I’d say. He knows you’re hot and he would remind you that all the time. “Well when I first saw you, I’m not gonna lie I thought you’d like, throw a drink at me and tell me to get lost. I don’t know how long I’ve been staring” Of course, being out if it got out of hand with others, Steve wouldn’t hesitate to step in, but otherwise, he’s of course constantly staring at you with a big dorky smile. He’d find any excuse to take pictures of you, even if you’re just relaxing. For sure he’d keep a picture of you in his car.

Bruce Wayne: An awkward little mess. Just the kind to stand there and look at you from afar. During the night, in his double life, he’d keep a tab on you. Of course if you went out frequently, it would only give him more of an excuse to try to bump into you. At first it’d be to just get a glimpse of you, later on to get to know you. Bruce was a billionaire, there must’ve been hundreds of models and wealthy women trying to tie him down and yet there you were not able to get more than a few sentences out of him. Eventually after he powered through to actually ask you out, he would do his best to make sure you were in the finest of clothing and enjoyed all kinds of luxuries. Even from time to time, you’d catch him staring from afar. Other times, you’d find magazines with you and him pictures laying about, but he’d never admit he just loved the way you would photograph.

Steve Rogers: Of course he was used to being among the most desired men to date, but that doesn’t mean at times he still seemed to fail at asking anyone out on a date. Especially you, who would just stare right through the men that would be entitled enough to think you were already interested in them. Eventually though, you managed to cross paths and who could really resist Steve’s charm? Just like the rest on this list, you’d catch him staring, but at times his gaze seems more sinister than the rest. Of course Steve would encourage you to dress whatever way you felt best in, but don’t put it past him to lay a hand over your ass in public when he’d feel the slightest bit of eyes on you.

Loki Laufeyson: His argument would be that he was a prince, of course he would have a maneater s/o, what else did anyone expect. Still, deep down there was a weary feeling of insecurity at times, especially growing under his brothers shadow. That’s when he’d become overly protective around you, when anyone else was present, but even more around his brother. Even if Thor swore to never lay but a finger on you unless you needed saving, Loki would be incredibly possessive. He’d never admit it, but you mesmerized him, he wasn’t shy about admiring you even at times when you’d catch him.

Spencer Reid: Kind of funny that you’d both fit the “nerd x maneater” trope, but I mean, of course you did. Just like Loki, there would be a tiny feeling of insecurity, but Spencer would trust you unless you gave him a reason not to. There would be a little bit more pressure on him to keep alert when you were out in public, even if you knew how to defend yourself. Spencer would love to take pictures of you and use them as bookmarks or keep them framed. He’d need a ton of reassurance and he’d be honest about it. I think he’d be the healthiest on this list about this trope, kinda cute. Would NOT be happy about the team suggesting to use you as bait though.

[goldenseresinretriever]

You Catch More Bees With Honey: Chapter 11

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw, blindsided by a team he trusted like family has been traded to the San Diego Dogfighters. Across the country from the place he calls home, Bradley feels lost and betrayed. Not to mention the familiar faces and ghosts from his past that he now has to face every day at work. Bradley’s caught between wanting to show his former team the mistake they made in double-crossing him and wondering if it’s time to hang up his skates after one final season. You’re living your dream as the PR representative for the Dogfighters. When Coach Maverick made a bid to bring his godson to the team, you hadn’t batted an eye. Bradley was a good teammate, and a good player. Unfortunately, the Bradley that shows up in San Diego is nothing like your research suggested. He’s moody, irritable, aggressive, and angry, throwing a wrench in all your careful planning. What’s caused such a drastic change in him? And can you figure out how to help him before he makes a mistake you can’t fix?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, dead parents, drunkenness, alcohol consumption, violence, sports violence, blood probably, angst, fluff, eventual smut, age gap (28 and 38), enemies to lovers, suggestive language, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, You Catch More Bees With Honey. It was originally posted in November-March 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

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Bradley frowns in the mirror. He glances at his phone and frowns again. If he keeps this up he’s going to be late. The truth of the matter is that he doesn’t want to go. It’s Friday. It’s been a week since getting back from D.C. and it feels like it’s been a million years. He’d gotten used to it, waking up with you in his arms every morning. Every night this past week he’s had to stop himself from asking you to come over. He’d put the ball in your court, though. You’d asked him to pump the brakes so he had, and he’d promised to respect that.

On top of that, he hadn’t seen much of you this week. The two of you have been busy working nonstop since getting home early Friday morning. You’d both headed home half-asleep from the airport before having to be back first thing Saturday for a game versus Vancouver. The most time alone you’d gotten together was that Saturday morning when you’d called him into your office to sign the official paperwork that would make your relationship officially disclosed to the rest of the team. He smiles as he remembers your soft smile, shy as you signed your name next to his. He’d been sorely tempted to take you right then and there on your desk but he knew that was strictly off-limits and questionably unprofessional at best. He’d settled with a simple kiss to your cheek that had your skin heating under his lips in a way that he loves so much.

Saturday’s game was followed by two more home games on Tuesday and Thursday with Carolina and New Jersey respectively. It definitely didn’t help that yesterday’s game had been nationally broadcast which meant you’d been absolutely slammed with work and preparations all week. He also knows you went out last night with Mickey and some of his former New Jersey teammates.

It didn’t make missing you any easier. He doesn’t have time to call you but he does it anyway, putting the phone on speaker as he fixes his hair. It’s been too long since he’s gotten you all to himself and he’s feeling selfish tonight. You pick up on the third ring, your bright voice echoing around the empty bathroom as he smiles to himself, his mood already lifting. “Hi Bradley, what can I do for you?” He chuckles.

“What? I can’t call my girlfriend without wanting something from her?” It’s new, this label you’ve put on things. Actually, neither of you has yet to actually use the label but he likes the way it sounds in his mouth. He hears your breath hitch and he knows he’s caught you by surprise. Suddenly he’s wondering if he’s overstepped when your voice fills the room yet again.

“Your girlfriend?” Your voice is tentative and he wishes you were here so he could wrap you in his arms and chase away all your doubts with his lips.

“I know I didn’t sign an official form to be the guy you occasionally kiss and take spontaneous road trips with, Honey.” He hears you giggle and his smile tugs wider.

“Plus I guess it would be pretty awkward if you introduced me to your parents and I wasn’t your girlfriend.”

“Nah, I would have introduced you anyway. They would have loved you.” He says and sighs deeply as he looks into the mirror again. He doesn’t want to go to this dinner. He wants to invite you over and have your laugh bounce off the walls for real. He wants your warmth to fill every room of the apartment. He wants to sit you on the kitchen island while he cooks for the two of you and then he wants you to spend the night in his bed so your scent will be glued to his sheets until the next time he can coax you there.

“Any fun plans tonight, Bear?” Your sweet voice breaks through his thoughts and his lips twitch at the new nickname.

“Bear?” He hears you giggle again and smiles.

“Yeah, because you’re big and scary when you want to be but you’re also a secret cuddler and give the best hugs.” He can imagine the way your cheeks are heating as you continue to rain compliments on him. “And bears like honey.” You add matter-of-factly. This bear happens to love honey but he knows better than to mention that right now. “So? Any fun plans tonight?” He groans then as he’s reminded that if he doesn’t leave soon he’s going to be late.

“Dinner at Mav’s.” He doesn’t have to say anything for you to know exactly how excited he is for that.

“And how are you feeling about that?” You ask tentatively and he sighs.

“Honestly, Honey? It’s the last place I want to be right now. I’d much rather be having dinner with you.” He can’t help the admission as he lets it slip.

“That makes two of us.” Suddenly he really REALLY doesn’t want to go. “But that being said, I’ve had a migraine and hangover all day after last night.” You let out your own groan and a fond but concerned smile touches Bradley’s lips. He wants nothing more than to wrap you up and spoil you rotten. He can tell you’re exhausted and he wants to be one to take care of you.

“Get some rest, Honey, you’ve had a long week.” You groan again and Bradley hears paper rustling. His brows furrow as you confirm his suspicions.

“I’d love to but I’ve got a literal mountain of paperwork that needs to get done before I can leave. And then I have to go grocery shopping because there’s literally nothing in my fridge.” You let out a frustrated whine and Bradley’s about five seconds away from texting Maverick to cancel so that he can bring you here and dote on you. Unfortunately, his mother’s voice in his head takes that exact moment to remind him that Penny’s making dinner and while Maverick certainly doesn’t deserve his respect, she does.

“Tell you what, Honey.” He hears you hum in response. “Finish up your work and come over. I’ll give Tony my spare key and tell him to let you in. Order some pizza and get comfortable and I’ll be back before you know it.”

You’re silent for a long moment before you ask. “Bear?”

“Yes, Honey?”

“Do you have a tub?” He blinks, surprised by the question as he turns around and looks at the free-standing porcelain tub behind him.

“I do.” He hears some rustling from your end before you ask.

“Can I have a bubble bath?” His laugh echoes off the walls of the bathroom at your simple request.

“Honey, you can have whatever you want.” He replies and he’s surprised to find that he truly means it. He’d lasso the moon for you if you asked and he’s not even sure what you’d want it for in the first place. He hears your squeal of delight on the other end of the call and smiles as he imagines you here, in his space, the thing he’s been dreaming of all week. “Honey, I hate to cut things short, but I need to start heading over to Mav’s. I’ll see you after?”

“No problem, see you soon, Bear!” Your voice is much more cheery than he feels but he can feel your infectious attitude raising his mood. He hears the line disconnect and lets out a heavy sigh.

The promise of you waiting here when he gets back is what drives him to finish getting ready. He makes sure to give Tony the spare key and doesn’t miss the look the older man gives him when he tells him to expect the young woman from last week. His cheeks are still pink when he pulls out of the parking garage.

***

When Bradley finally sees the house he can’t help the disgusted sneer that pulls his lips. The house is huge, to say the least. He knows he shouldn’t be surprised, given Mav’s long and highly decorated career, but all he can think about is the house he grew up in. How the lawn was almost always overgrown while his mother was alive and the paint was almost always peeling off the sides no matter how much he tried to help with the upkeep when he had the time. Mr. Peterson from next door had helped out more often than not but Bradley remembers the feeling of the calluses on his mother’s hands when he held them, first as a small child and then later at the cusp of adulthood as she’d laid in the hospital near the end. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in his mother working, but he knew deep down that that wasn’t the life that she or his father had imagined for her when they got married.

Carole Bradshaw was Nick’s Princess, his Queen. He wanted to give everything in the world to her on a silver platter. And he’d been on the road to doing so. He’d made it all the way to the NHL, and he got to play on the regular roster. Things were looking up. Carole could focus on raising their son instead of struggling to make ends meet, filling the kitchen table with her delicious cooking instead of piles of bills that needed paying. It would have broken his heart to see how her life turned out.

They weren’t poor, not by any means. Bradley knew that as much as he knew that it was mostly due to the person whose driveway he was currently pulling into. Maverick had been nothing but generous when it came to money, but there were simply some things that money couldn’t buy and he didn’t seem to understand that from the limited conversations Bradley had had with him.

Bradley thinks back to Dare’s little bungalow that he’d visited barely a week ago. She’d coached the Pittsburgh Penguins to five Stanley Cup wins and yet she isn’t living in this state of excess. What disgusts him the most is that she should be. All of this should be hers too.

He tries to get his temper under control as he strolls up the walkway to the double doors. He hears barking coming from inside and when he rings the doorbell he does his best to smile back at Penny Benjamin. Penny Benjamin is a confusing situation for him. He knows that none of this is her fault, Mav abandoning his entire past and everyone involved in it, but it’s hard not to blame her when she’s here, living in Maverick’s McMansion with her pseudo-husband and dog. He leans down to scratch the ears of the elderly Labrador. “Bradley, glad you could join us, come on in.” He follows her inside, down hallways lined with photographs from over the years of Maverick, Penny, and a little girl who ranges in age across the various photos. “That’s my daughter, Amelia,” Penny explains when she catches him watching.

“Yours?” He asks before clarifying. “Just yours, I mean?” He can feel his cheeks heating as his mother’s voice chides him for asking such an inappropriate question.

She doesn’t seem ruffled, nodding. “Just mine, from my ex-husband. She’s probably around your age, she was barely a few months old when I met Maverick. He may not be her birth father but he’s the only one she’s ever known.” Bradley hates the bitterness that pools in his stomach at her words. The jealousy that he could have been the child in the pictures on the wall, doted on by his godfather who should have stepped into the role left vacant by the death of his father.

He’s doing his best to reign in his emotions as they reach the dining room, but it all goes to hell the moment he realizes he’s not the only guest at this dinner. Seated across from Maverick is none other than Dare. Bradley has to fight to keep his hands from curling into fists at his sides because the woman at the dining table is nothing like the one he’s seen before. Usually Dare is the picture of confidence without looking cocky. She knows what she’s doing and she’s not afraid to show it. She reminds him of you and the kind of woman that he’s sure you’ll grow up to be. Now that confidence is gone and Bradley’s fighting the urge to throttle the man that he’s sure is responsible. She looks unsure of herself and as uncomfortable as he feels to be here if not more. He immediately moves to take the seat next to her, keeping his eyes off Maverick as he does his best to assess for damage. He knows it’s probably nothing that he can see but he wants to because all he sees is his mother after a long day of carrying a burden that’s not hers to carry anymore. He can’t count the number of times he’s seen that face and it breaks his heart to see it now, on the face of someone who shouldn’t have to suffer but who is anyway. All because one self-centered fool can’t be bothered to get his head out of his ass.

Maybe he does it out of protectiveness, but maybe he does it out of pure spite, but he does it anyway. He wraps his arms around the older woman, the way she had done for him in her kitchen while he fell apart in his arms. He knows it’s nothing in the grand scheme of things, but he intends to make up for the sins of his godfather if he can. Be there for the person who was there for his mother, for him even if he hadn’t been able to fully appreciate it at the time. The way her body tenses under him at first is the only evidence of her surprise at the gesture but she reciprocates the hug and Bradley finds himself engulfed in a scent that stirs in his memory. He can’t draw a concrete image from it but he knows he’s smelt it before like these hugs aren’t something new just something forgotten. When Bradley finally breaks the hug to sit next to Dare, Maverick is looking at them, surprised.

“I didn’t realize the two of you were close.” He says awkwardly. Bradley knows he shouldn’t do it but there’s something so satisfying about seeing Maverick as uncomfortable as he and Dare are so he pushes.

“She’s my godmother, why wouldn’t we be?” Sure this thing with Dare was new but that didn’t negate the fact that she’d been around his whole life. And sure he was stretching the truth a little, but measured on a scale of Maverick’s involvement in his life? Dare was winning the godparent race by a landslide. Maverick’s eyebrows raise with surprise, and Bradley watches the confusion swirl in his eyes. He’s fighting the urge to smirk as he feels fingers brush his own and he laces them. His throat is rough as he feels the callouses on her palm and he wonders at how much her hand reminds him of his mother’s, the soft wrinkles on the back contrasted by the rough patches on the front.

Penny breaks the tension as he comes back into the dining room from the kitchen. “Bradley, can I get you something to drink?” He tears his eyes away from Maverick and stares at Penny for a beat too long before he mutters that water would be fine.

“So, why am I here?” Bradley asks once Penny has retreated to the kitchen.

“Dinner, I thought I told you,” Maverick starts before Bradley shakes his head.

“Not here at your house, here in San Diego.”

“Bradley, why don’t we wait until later to discuss-“

“No, we’re doing this now because I need to know.” He’s tired of dancing around the question that’s been plaguing him for almost six months now. Sure, he didn’t exactly regret the move now, but he wasn’t ready to just move on like nothing happened. “Not only did you uproot me from the team I’ve played for my entire career, but you made me leave my friends and my home. I deserve an actual answer as to why. And don’t you dare say you did it for me because if it was for me, you would have picked up the phone to ask me first instead of going behind my back.” In the back of his mind, he’s proud of how level he’s managed to keep his voice but at least part of that is due to Dare’s hand in his, squeezing tight in solidarity and grounding him.

Maverick shrugs like it’s a no-brainer. “I had the chance to work with you, so I took it. I thought it would be a good experience for us.”

Bradley feels all the fight drain out of him. All the pain that’s been caused and Maverick treats it like it’s nothing. Because to him it is. “What did you think? That I’d come to San Diego and suddenly I’d be ready to come over and drink beers and sing Kumbayah? What have I ever done to suggest that I would be interested in a relationship with you at all, professional OR personal?”

“Bradley, I’m your godfather-“

“BULLSHIT.” Bradley’s voice is raised finally as his emotion gets the best of him. “You may think you’re a god but you are certainly not my father. My father is dead, my DAD is dead, and you had every opportunity to step up and be there when I needed you. When my mom needed you. When WE needed you, but you didn’t.” He’s breathing hard. “That’s the thing that you just don’t seem to get. You don’t get to decide when I need you. You don’t get to be my godfather when it’s convenient for you and you’ve run out of hobbies to pass the time. I have a life! I have goals! None of which involve you. You don’t get access to my life just because of some title my dad thought you were worthy of. Because that’s just a word, you have to earn it.” Dare’s grip on Bradley’s hand is bordering on painful at this point but it feels good. It reminds him that he’s capable of feeling. The physical pain complements the emotional pain that’s threatening to tear the heart from his chest. He’s breathing hard and every part of him wants to leave right now. Except that he doesn’t want to leave Dare here. And he feels terrible about ruining Penny's perfectly good dinner. When it’s clear that Maverick isn’t about to argue any of the points that Bradley’s just made he stands and walks into the kitchen to cool off.

Penny’s filling a glass with water and passes it to him wordlessly and he drinks it, hoping to cool his head. “Sorry to ruin your dinner.” He says awkwardly as he fiddles with the glass. She shakes her head and takes the glass back from him, refilling it as she considers her words.

“You’re hurting Bradley, I would hate for something as simple as a dinner to cause you more pain.” He nods silently.

“My mom would be so disappointed with me right now.” He’s not sure why he admits it but it’s all he can think of as he looks around the kitchen at the plates of sides and cooling casserole dish on the counter.

“Really? Because if I was her I’d be proud of you.” He looks back at Penny, eyes wide with surprise. “You stood up to Pete, and told him your real feelings. You were honest with him even if it hurt you to do it. I don’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of. That’s brave.” She reaches up then and cups his cheek gently, a fond smile on her face. “I’m sorry that I didn’t push him more, to be a part of your life, to be there for you and your mom. I was selfish and I never meant for you to get hurt by that.” Bradley shakes his head.

“You were probably scared that he’d leave you too. It seems like that’s all he’s good for.”

“I was scared then, yes. And now I know that I shouldn’t have been because that’s not Pete, not really. He’s a complicated man and doesn’t always have the best judgment but he’s good under it all, I can tell you that much. It’s completely fair of you to not want him to be a part of your life, but if you ever decide otherwise? We’ll be waiting for you.” Bradley swallows hard, unable to look her in the eye. “Can I pack some dinner up for you, sweetie?”

He nods absentmindedly before adding. “Can you pack some for Dare too, I don’t want to leave her here.” Penny just nods and sets about getting out some Tupperware.

“I don’t blame you.” Bradley blurts out before he loses his nerve. “Just because I’m mad at Maverick doesn’t mean I’m mad at you. We choose who we love, we don’t choose who loves us.” She gives him a soft smile.

“That’s a good insight, Bradley.”

“It’s what my mom used to tell me.” He shrugs even as he feels the tears pressing against the backs of his eyes. Penny finishes boxing up two dinners and Bradley takes the two plastic bags from her as they go back into the dining room. “Aunt Dare, are you ready to go?” The words, although new, feel familiar in his mouth like a warm hug. She looks at him surprised and then her eyes fall on the bags in his hand and then shift to Penny who just smiles.

“We can reschedule for another day.” Dare nods and a silent conversation occurs between the two women as she stands and follows Bradley to the front door. Penny sees them out. Maverick still hasn’t gotten up from the table.

Once the front door closes behind them, Bradley and Dare walk to their cars in silence until they get to them. “Do you have any plans for the evening?” Bradley asks, tentatively. He knows you’re probably still at work since he’s barely spent thirty minutes here. He also knows you’d want him to do this instead of worrying about you. Dare shakes her head, still quiet, considering him. “What do you say we take dinner to your place?” She smiles gently and then wraps her arms around Bradley. He relaxes into her embrace.

“Thank you, Bradley,” she whispers into his hair and his heart clenches at the thickness of her voice. “Dinner sounds lovely.” She says as she lets him go. “I’ll meet you there.”

They get into their cars and Bradley follows Dare back to her place. He frowns to himself when he sees the overgrown yard. She lets them in and he excuses himself to the bathroom while she dishes up Penny’s food. When he gets back, he’s just about to sit down at the kitchen table when a shout from Dare in the kitchen makes him freeze.

“Maverick, get off the counter RIGHT NOW!” He whips around, expecting to see a man but instead, a burst of orange fuzz speeds out of the kitchen in a blur. Bradley follows the blur as it perches on the arm of the sofa, regarding him with yellow eyes. The orange cat is more fur than cat and looks fairly old despite how spry it clearly is. “Maverick Mitchell the Third, you know better to get on the kitchen counter.” Dare comes out of the kitchen, an unamused scowl on her face as she sets her hands on her hips and glares at the cat. “Can’t you see we have a guest?” The cat, Maverick, turns to regard Bradley curiously. “Bradley, that’s Maverick.” She says to Bradley, her scowl melting into a look of fondness. Bradley gives the cat a half-hearted wave, still recovering from the shock of the cat sharing a name with his godfather.

“He wasn’t here last time.” Bradley blurts out lamely and she chuckles, bringing out two plates.

“He was locked in my room. I didn’t know if you were a cat person and I didn’t want to appear too much like a crazy old cat lady.” Bradley smiles at that.

“You’re not old.” He points out.

“But still a crazy cat lady noted.” She smiles back and Bradley laughs, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

“Your words, not mine.” They laugh together and the tension from earlier seems to seep out of both their bodies. “So, you named your cat Maverick?” He says as they dig into the food. It’s delicious and he makes a note to mention it to Penny the next time he sees her. Dare nods thoughtfully.

“Pete was always just Pete to me. I hated that nickname, so I never used it. Then when I got the cat to fill the void it just felt right.”

“Maverick the Third?” He asks around a bite of chicken casserole.

She shrugs. “I’m old after all.” There’s a lull in conversation as they east before Dare speaks up again. “Thank you, Bradley, for what you did today.”

“I meant every word of it. I know you’re upset that you weren’t around more when I was younger but you’re here now and I want you in my life if you want to be.”

She smiles and he can see the shine of tears in her eyes as she says “I’d like that very much.” He scoots his chair closer and reaches his hand out to hold hers. The sight of her wedding ring still on her finger makes his heart ache subtly. He can’t right every wrong that she’s suffered, but he can do his best.

“Aunt Dare, do you have a lawnmower?”

***

A few hours later Bradley’s riding the elevator back up to his apartment, reeking of dried sweat and freshly cut grass. It's the last he could do but he’d felt the conviction to get it done tonight. Admittedly it had been a while since he’d cut grass but he figured it looked alright when he finished. The sun has long since sunk beneath the horizon and he hopes you haven’t been waiting for him too long. The idea of feeling you in his arms propels him out of the elevator and through the door. He could really use one of your hugs after the evening he’s had.

“Honey?” He calls out for you as he enters the apartment, but he’s met with silence. A glance by the door tells him that you’re here since your sneakers are lined up neatly. He walks down the hall. “Mom, I’m home.” He calls out the photo as he passes by, more preoccupied with finding you. A glance at the living room tells him that you’ve been there. A blanket is rumpled on the couch where you were clearly wrapped in it and a pizza box lies abandoned on the kitchen counter but there’s still no sign of you. He doubles back and checks the guest room first but it’s pristine. Remembering your request for a bubble bath, Bradley heads into the master bathroom and while the room is still sticky with humid warmth and the tub contains remnants of said bubble bath, you’re still yet to be found. He heads back to the living room and tries the balcony. He knows from your last visit that you enjoy the view. He walks the entire length of the wrap-around balcony but it’s empty.

He’s genuinely starting to worry for your safety when his eyes fall on the glass door leading into his bedroom from the balcony. Not even a week ago you stood where he does now, blatantly ogling him as he got changed for game night. Now it provides the answer to his quest. You’re curled up in his bed, facing the window. The lights are still on but by the steady rise and fall of your chest, he can tell you’re asleep. He lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he heads back inside, coming into his bedroom from the hallway. You’re indeed asleep, on the side of the bed you favored in D.C. As much as he wants to talk to you about the events of the evening he can’t bear to wake you when you look so peaceful. Stress doesn’t mar your features as you sleep and he begrudgingly trudges to the bathroom to shower before slipping in beside you. He knows he should wake you up, and give you the option to go home but he’s feeling selfish tonight so when he comes back to the bedroom to still find you sleeping soundly he turns out the lights and slides into the bed beside you. He’s resigned himself to staying on his side of the bed when you scoot your body up against his. He reaches for you instinctively, pulling you close and when you curl against him all is right in the world.

“Goodnight, Bear.” Your half-asleep voice murmurs as you drift between dreams.

“Goodnight, Honey.” He whispers back, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as he lets the warmth of your body and the steady beat of your heart lull him to sleep.

[hugmeimtouchdeprived]

Ghost!Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x fem!reader - Prologue

A little prologue, I guess? I do want to make this into a proper fic, just a bit busy now so I'm not sure how often I'll be able to write.

English isn't my first language and this is my first fic, so please bare with me!

Inspired by @ghouljams's ghost!Ghost fics!

(Yes I did write something for this previously on a different account but ended up deleting it for reasons)

Content warning: MW3 (2023) major spoilers, major character death right at the beginning, not edited because it's 1am and I'm feeling lazy but really want to post this, please let me know if I need to add more, I'm still new to this!

Soap x reader, this one is from Johnny's POV but the next part will be reader's POV.

Original drabble | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

It’s odd, really, how quick it all happened. From defusing a bomb to saving his captain to getting shot. He hadn’t even realized he was dead at first, although it should have been obvious in hindsight. No one could survive being shot in the head from point-blank range like that, not even an elite soldier.

Truly understanding what had happened took a while. Sure, he could see his own limp body on the ground as his teammates stood around him, when it was delicately put in a body bag and carried away, but it didn’t hit him until way later. It was more confusing than anything when he tried to tell them he was alright, that he was right there, and nobody would listen. Nobody would even look at him.

He watched as people came in and out of the tunnel for the next few days, doing their investigations and cleaning up the corpses and the blood, until everything went back to normal. Trains ran by as scheduled, workers hustling about.

Johnny was deep in denial for a long, long time. He can’t be dead, absolutely not. Look, he’s right here! Just- just look at him. Please look at him, say something to him. Why the fuck is everyone ignoring him?

No, actually, it’s just a bad dream. That’s what it is. He’s having a very vivid nightmare, one that feels like it just won’t end. But it will. Definitely. He’s going to wake up at base, or maybe back at his apartment in the city, and he’ll go to work and tell everyone about the weirdly realistic nightmare he just had, and they’ll all have a laugh about it.

But days turn into weeks, and he’s still there. It catches up slowly that this is no dream. He’s not going to simply wake up, not this time. He keeps going between absolute hopelessness and uncontainable rage. How could this happen? Sure he knew the risks of his job, that his life could end with little to no warning at any moment. Still, it’s almost impossible to actually comprehend once it has happened. What will his family think when they get the news? How will his poor mother handle it, if at all?

What about his team? They’re trained soldiers, best of the best. They’ve all lost friends, loved ones, teammates. They’ve seen it all before, surely this is no different. Just another Tuesday. No, they’re a family. At least in Johnny’s eyes. They must miss him, grief in their own ways.

And then there’s Makarov. Johnny can’t help but wonder where he is, what he’s doing. The 141 must still be on his tail, if they haven’t caught him already.

Johnny hopes they give him hell. For everything he’s done, and selfishly, Johnny hopes they make sure to avenge him while they’re at it.

Acceptance of this new reality comes agonizingly slow. Johnny tries to force it, tries to convince himself that it’s okay, it was bound to happen eventually. It just happened sooner than he had dared to hope. But that’s how it goes, people die, the world moves on.

He does eventually move around the underground tunnels. He could leave. At least he’s pretty sure he could if he tried, but he doesn’t want to. Maybe someday, but what good would it do now? Watching his loved ones grieve his passing, wondering how the hell they can go on. Johnny knows he was loved. He is loved. And he is full of love, even if he didn’t always show it in a traditional way. But the people around him definitely knew it, Johnny always made sure of it.

And now he’s alone.

He wanders the underground tunnels, watching the trains rush by. Makes sure to step aside when they do, still afraid of being hit. Refuses to even test it if he’d just pass right through them or other solid objects and surfaces (or maybe he does pass his hand or entire arm through some worker in a bright vest, just to see if he can. It’s not like the man will ever know anyway, despite the cold shiver that seems to go up his spine.)

Finding himself at a platform with people passing by at almost all hours of the day feels like a relief. Nobody will still acknowledge him, but the hustle and bustle fills his days with something, and that’s definitely better than nothing. It’s boring and mundane but feels less lonely. He watches as people rush to work, complain about the weather and how the train is late again, teenagers loitering around and kids playing at their parents’ feet as they wait. Occasionally he’ll see some dramatic show of goodbyes and breakups and arguments and heartbreaks of all kinds. He’ll see reunions, online friends meeting for the first time. Even watched some poor bloke propose to his girlfriend. She had awkwardly declined and quickly hopped on the next train, leaving her boyfriend on the platform. Johnny would have felt bad for the young man, if the couple hadn’t looked like they were on their first date.

He makes stories about people, especially ones who take this route often. Wondering where they’re coming from, where they’re going and why. What the lives of these seemingly regular civilians must be like. The single mom who gets on the train almost every day with two screaming toddlers in tow. The young man always smoking, ignoring the glares and the security telling him off. The old woman who comes by alone, often not even getting on a train and opting to sit near the stairs for a couple hours, a few days a week, just people watching. Just like Johnny, he supposes.

That’s how the first months go by. Johnny isn’t sure how long, there’s no point in keeping count of the days, weeks, months. He’s dead, what’s he going to do with that information? Well, he does keep some track of the days, reading headlines of newspapers and articles over people’s shoulders as they wait, just to keep some track of what’s going on in the world outside the tube network.

Yeah, it’s still boring as hell. Faces passing by, day by day.

Johnny is tempted to leave, or at least see if he can. There’s only so many things to see at a train station until it starts to numb his mind. He could probably see the world. Other than war zones and safehouses and such, that is. Do ghosts go on vacations? Can they go on vacations? Johnny doesn’t know much about what ghosts – at least he thinks he’s a ghost, or a spirit of some kind – like him are capable of. Too many movies and stories about the subject, all so similar but oh so different from one another. Guess there’s no better time than the present to find out, huh?

Those plans of leaving for good are quickly forgotten when something – someone – catches his eye one day. Not even sure why, he feels drawn to her, like a magnet. And after just a few days of seeing her almost daily as she gets on a train in the morning and returns later in the evening, it just doesn’t feel enough for poor lil’ Johnny. Whatever this is, he can't just let her be. Especially when, for a brief moment, he believes she looked at him. Actually looked straight at him.

Well, maybe he will try and leave this tunnel, after all.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! 🌷This was a fairly quick thing, just because I wanted to get this little fic started, and starting a new project is always the hardest part in my experience. Just wanted to get the ball rolling, ya know? Just getting those brainworms out.

Original drabble | Chapter 1

[one-vivid-judgment]

Heya! Can I request Tomi, Eiji, Joongi and Seonhee with a s/o who likes taking pictures of them in secret?

Y'all, I'm finally posting something fluffy, this is not a drill! 😭😭

Eric Tomizawa

His immediate reaction when he catches you snapping a pic is asking why. He only grows more confused when you show him the full stash of photos of him you have on your phone. The poor guy genuinely cannot fathom why you’d want all that cluttering your gallery when he’s not even that good-looking in the first place. Sure, he’s your boyfriend and all, but just... why? Don’t get him wrong, Kasuga taking pictures of him and the rest of the gang is fine because it’s Kasuga, but you? That’s—that’s another thing entirely.

You show him your new pics every so often. It’s still a really weird feeling, seeing himself from the eyes of an outsider. When he does that disgruntled face he always does when faced with his photos, you make sure to remind him how handsome he looks to you and how there will never be a man as good-looking as him for you. It never fails to make him giggle like an idiot.

Perhaps you stroked his ego too much, you think, because he now goes “Oh, I always look this cool!” when he sees his pics. Then again, you can never stroke Tomi’s ego too much—not after all the shit he’s had to endure that has made him see himself as scum. Letting you take all those photos is kind of allowing himself to grow out of that.

Eiji Mitamura

He never really cared, honestly. He thought it was kinda cute, if a little unnerving at times. He used to tease you about it all the time too, like asking if the shot came out good when you thought you were being sneaky. It got on his nerves at times, but when that happened, he just told you to cut it out and that was it.

His behavior does a complete 180 after everything. Jail was rough, he doesn’t exactly look the best. Honestly, he kind of becomes a shut-in after getting out. The mere idea of going outside knowing that everyone knows who he is even after all this time terrifies him. He also becomes increasingly paranoid about people taking his pictures—you can probably guess what will happen if you do it, too. He doesn’t get mad actually, he just shoves the camera away on pure instinct and then apologizes. He knows you wouldn’t do anything to hurt him like that, he knows his photos are safe with you, but he simply cannot help it.

It’s a very, veeery slow process to get him used to it again. You doubt he’s ever going to feel comfortable in front of a camera again, so for a while, you just ditch the whole thing. It’s only after you do that that he starts... missing it. It takes him a lot of courage to ask, but it’s Eiji who goes up to you and asks you to start doing it again. Maybe you can go out in public, even, once he feels ready for it.

Joongi Han

Your ‘secret’ pics don’t stay a secret for long. You would think he has eyes in the back of his neck with how easily he finds out. He says it so matter-of-factly, too. You’d just be having dinner together one day and he’ll ask why you would need so many photos of him, that he doesn’t mind being your model, that people always do say he looks like a model, and—well, you get the point.

Looks like a goddamn model even when caught off-guard. Ever since he learned you like to take photos of him behind his back, he takes care of his appearance even more. You thought that was impossible, but now he may as well be literally sparkling. You know those anime bishonen boys surrounded by sparkles the whole time? Yeah, basically.

If you take a pic and notice he has a pimple on his face, don’t ever show it to him. He will pester you to delete it, and if you refuse, he will hack into your phone to delete it for you. No amount of good pictures will ever make up for that humiliation. If you have shots of him sleeping with pillow marks on his face, or drool down his chin, or something along those lines, he’d be more willing to let that slide, but don’t let him look at it for too long—if he does, he’ll end up finding something to hate about it, and then he will hack into your phone and delete it.

Seonhee

Let’s make things clear, she probably has you all figured out from the first pic. Nothing gets past the Queen of the Geomijul, after all. She’ll let you think it’s all still a secret for a few weeks, but there is this smirk on her face that she can’t help when you take a photo thinking she’s not noticing.

She’ll occasionally ask you to show her the pics you’ve taken. It becomes a sort of monthly ritual where you sit down after dinner and look at them. She doesn’t pose like Joongi may sometimes do, but even so, she looks gorgeous in most of them. ‘Most’ and not ‘all’, because there are those shots you took while Seonhee was sleeping and her hair looks like a mess (she knows she has to go to the hairdresser and get her roots retouched, believe her), and her nail polish was kinda chipped too. Embarrassing as it is though, she will just get flustered and ask you not to show it to anyone or else.

Lots of pics at Hamakita Park with the sea as backdrop. It’s her favorite place in Ijincho, you know it’s her favorite place in Ijincho. It was very much purposeful of you, and once she notices the pattern, so does Seonhee. Not that she’s complaining though—the view is gorgeous, and why lie, she looks great and you have the talent.

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

Cursed detective inc ™️

Xena gets injured and forced on bed rest for just one day…in that one day she decides to help the students of Darkwick…turning this inspector into a detective.

(Whoever you ship Xena with really)

This went a bit dark.

This came out a bit gory, it is a small horror story kind of? So pls don’t read if you’re triggered by violence or blood.

Contains:violence;death; murder; serial killer; blood;injury

“Stay in bed you absolute freak.”

Leo glowered at her as he caught her trying to move for the fifth time today, Xena frowned at him grumpily crossing her arms as Sho sighed in exasperation.

“You’re wounded.”

She sighed looking at her sprained foot in disdain as Leo placed a laptop in front of her. They’ve placed her in Leo’s bed for the day, both feeling slightly guilty as she sprained it doing a something for the two of them…how was they supposed to know a giant car wheel would come loose and roll straight into the ladder Xena was on, she was about to clamber onto Leo’s shoulders as the other was on Sho’s shoulders…they wanted to do a video for tiktok.

“Watch a movie or something, pro Nicky said you’ll be better by tomorrow so just fucking chill.”

He stormed out the door as Sho placed a platter of snacks beside her, gently taking her hand as he poked her in the face.

“Tis a scratch.” •_•

She mumbled leaning back onto the pillow as Sho shook his head in disapproval.

“You really are an idiot honour roll, I was really worried…I never heard you scream like that-“

She sighed again, she wasn’t expecting to be thrown off a ladder, the momentum made it so the scream she’d usually keep in when faced with these sort of things…it just slipped out.

“But I’m booooored Sho, can’t I help at the truck or something?”

She flopped backwards, closing her eyes as she avoided the very pointed look being thrown at her.

“Surely there’s some work the chancellor or one of the other pricks can give you?”

Work…

Xena was in deep thought as a grande idea sprang into her mind.

“Yep, there sure is…you’re right, I’ll be fine!!”

———————————————————Kaito looked at the new forum post with a mixture of horror and amusement as he quickly showed Luca, the other in deep meditation as he peeked an eye open at Kaito.

‘INSPECTOR AT YOUR SERVICE!

Need a mystery or problem solved, comment below and inspector Xena will look into it🫡

I won’t air anyone’s dirty laundry out for everyone to see but will leave a solved or rejected stamp under each plea; keep in mind I may reject it as well.

Luca raised an eyebrow as Kaito clicked on the forum, eyes widening at the stream of replies, some joking or asking if this was actually real and some were actually…serious.

‘I need help, I think my boyfriend Matsu is cheating on me, can you find out!?’

It was the first one with a solved stamp underneath it…kaito cracked up as he saw the request after that one.

‘Help!!!! My gf found out I cheated on her?!Can you fix it?!’

A big fat reject stamp glowed underneath the request as the person who asked for help commented a bunch of threats that Xena just replied with laughing faces too.

Oh god…this is gonna be trouble.

Kaito couldn’t help but think as he scrolled through the requests, surprisingly a lot of these were already solved, they were easy ones about relationships, problems that people struggled with in class, fights with friends…but then there was this one;

‘My friend went missing a couple of weeks ago…can you help me find her?’

The request was accepted and it seems Xena has paused the submissions as it was the last one there. There’s been no more movement on the page and Kaito couldn’t stop himself as he started calling Xena.The call that was immediately declined as he texted her with furious speed, deleting and resending the texts as he panicked.

Betty Crocker 👱‍♂️: want help??

That’s what he ended up with as he awaited Xena to read it, Luca finished his meditation and started reading through the forum on phone in a state of curiosity.

“She’s done all this since the morning?”

He asked amazed, the multiple cases being solved with actual people saying how happy they were its solved?

Queen🫥: can you check out someone called Jebediah Lucas? He was the last person to speak to the missing person; I went through her texts and he seemed to be the last person to meet her, after that it’s radio silence and Jebediah’s last location was the Frostheim dorms.

Kaito eyes widened as he realised what student she was talking about, jebediah was some mega rich kid who was already on thin ice for harassing female students in the dorm, he was meant to be on lockdown whilst the captain debated what to do with him…for the past couple of weeks.

Queen🫥:take Luca with you just in case, phone me as soon as you find anything.

Kaito was stressed as he and Luca made their way to Jebediah’s room, he was an arsehole…but surely he wouldn’t…he couldn’t-he’s in the academy how could he?

———————————————————

“Thank you for coming Kagura.”

Xena had moved herself to the common area, her foot propped on the table as she typed away at the computer.

Kagura Kinzuki, another hotarubi student with close relations to the victim (Amelia) Kagura who pleaded for Xena’s help and who was now currently sobbing as Xena read through the texts between Amelia and Jebediah.

“I-I told her not to come that night! That she should’ve stayed at the dorms…we sometimes hang out in the forest during the evening…”

Alan came over a bottle of water in hand as he handed it to the panicked student.

“what time approximately did you last see her?”•_•

Xena asked as she felt bile rise up in her throat…the texts started normal, he flirted-she rejected-he turned vile sending harassment on the daily, but…the ones right before she went missing. He had threatened to do unspeakable things to her, sent her weird torture videos saying he can cover it up and no one would care…

“Right before I went into the forest…so maybe-6ish?”

Xena nodded adding that to her document as Alan managed to get the young woman to calm down, Xena sighed as she plopped her laptop beside her, clasping her hands together as she leaned forward.

“Kagura, I…have you seen these texts?”

Kagura shook her head, she hiccuped as she tried to take deep breaths, her tear stained cheeks burned from the waterfalls that had previously burst from her eyes.

Xena had to be careful about how she goes about it, she had sent Kaito to check out Jebediah’s dorm but…she’s not sure what they’d find-if they find anything.

“I don’t-I couldn’t look when I found it in the forest-I tried to give it to the teachers but…the giant creature attacked when I was about too and everything-“

Xena cut her off, that damned idiot who ate the mermaid scales…Amelia would’ve disappeared a day before he turned into the Akira-esque monster.

“It’s okay, it’s better I have it than they do, I’m just sorry I didn’t do this sooner…”

If she had opened up herself to the students, instead of running around for the damned faculty maybe they would’ve been more likely to find her alive…or if the faculty actually brought her something like this to deal with instead of organising files then maybe…

Alan frowned but didn’t disagree, how could he?

“What’s Amelia like?”

She was careful in not using the word was, Kagura still seems hopeful that she’s still alive and Xena couldn’t bring herself to crush it, not without concrete proof…and she couldn’t help but think that not everything adds up.

Kaito and Luca still hadn’t messaged her back, she had messaged Haku about the student, he filed a report with Moby who said they’ll look into it. It seems to have fallen on the back burner whilst the events of mortkranken wreaked havoc amongst the school.

“She’s funny, sweet, really cute when she laughs and she always carried snacks with her I-she’s my best friend I can’t lose her..!”

She was sobbing again and an awkward Alan handed her some tissues.

Xena remained stoic as she nodded along before her phone let out a shrill cry, it was Kaito.

“Yo…don’t move and don’t touch anything I’ll be there-Alan…”

She gestured for him to follow her, guiding him to the kitchen as she leaned against the wall, her ankle felt like it was on fire , they both made sure to keep Kagura in their eye-line.

“Don’t let her out of your sight, I can’t risk her following and seein-”

She took a deep breath as Alan’s eyes widened with realisation.

They had found Amelia. ———————————————————

Kaito was trying to hold in the bile that was threatening to escape him as he heaved outside the dorm room, Luca patted his back as he frantically spoke to Thoma over the phone.

Xena came hobbling into the hallway with Hyde by her side as they both put on face masks, the ones with ventilators as they were definitely going to need it, they put on gloves and plastic boot covers, Xena struggling with one foot as the pain became too much.

“You okay?”

Kaito weakly nodded as did luca , he continued to comfort Kaito rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“We’ll be fine but-“

Xena patted Luca’s shoulder, the two maintaining eye contact as Hyde proceeded to call a team in to help lock the area off.

“Did you touch anything? See anything strange?”

Xena frowned as Luca shook his head, she was going to leave the two outside, so they wouldn’t have to deal with whatever happened in there again.

“The doors been barricaded with towels and air fresheners so the smell wouldn’t escape…they’ve been wrapped and sealed and the area hasn’t been cleaned.”

Lucas methodically went through everything he could remember, keeping up a calm demeanour despite the sick feeling grabbing at his stomach.

“It’s bad…there’s two-“

Kaito heaved again.

Kaito knew one of the girls…he had spoken to her just last week-so how?

“Maybe…get him out of here, alert Jin to what’s going on and I’ll handle things here.”

She tried to be kind when saying it but didn’t miss the way the duo deflated at her words.

“You guys did good work today, thank you so much…but please tell Jin, is Thoma on his way?”

They both nodded as they started walking off to the kings quarters. Xena sighed as she opened the door, Hyde joining her as they both physically gasped at the pungent smell overwhelming them.

“Who woulda guessed that the inspector turned detective case would turn out so…horrific.”

Hyde started to narrate trying to lighten the mood as the dark room embodied them, blood splattered across the room, sheets rumpled and destroyed with dried dark brown stains littered across the bed. The walls were covered in splattered blood and matter, the tightly wrapped bodies laid against the walls as Hyde handed her a pair of scissors, he had a mini kit with him so they’d be able to start investigating before the team gets there.

Xena tried not to breath too deeply as she started cutting the the ropes off of the bag, slowly unravelling it as a head of red hair peaked out from it. That sickening cold gut feeling sank to the pits of her stomach as the decomposing body of Amelia Sharr was revealed.

“Fuck sake.”

Xena angrily muttered to herself, she knew this wasn’t going to end well…but to see it in real life…she wiped the scissors clean with an alcohol wipe before going to open the other one,this one wasn’t wrapped as well as Amelias, if she looked closely she could probably see who it was from the shoddy way she’s been wrapped up, but she didn’t know who to expect when she opened up the bag, didn’t want to get to close…but she had too.

She didnt know how to handle the head of black hair popping out of the bag as Kagura’s face revealed itself.

“What the fuck?!”

She fell backwards, pain snapping into her ankle as she pushed herself away from the bodies.

“That-that’s the girl who came to me for help?!?”

She shrieked as she tried to calm down her overbearing heart as Hyde quickly pulled her up.

“Take a Moment.”

He ordered as he let go of her as she tried to stabilise herself, she touched each of her fingers, wiggled her toes and counted down from 20 as she started searching the room, pulling out anything and everything to get a clue as Hyde speedily called Sho to go get Alan.

Whoever was with him, definitely wasn’t Kagura kinzuki.

She searched under the drawers, only finding a basic notebook and school books as she continued, ignoring the stares from the dead girls beside her as she searched under the mattress.

Her fingers tracking under the bedding as she locked onto a small baggie, she held it out as Hyde turned on a flashlight and scanned the bag, it had strange blue pills in it, they had a strange shimmer to it and as Hyde pressed a flashlight against it…it moved.

“Shit…xena you said this was the last place Jebediah was?”

She nodded as she searched through his clothes drawer, she felt something hard underneath his pyjamas as she pulled out a well worn diary, she started flicking through it, a horrified expression taking over her.

“This is where I last traced his phone…should I try calling it, we might be able to locate it?”

She handed the diary to Hyde, rage flowing through her as she stepped out of the room, calmly grabbing a bag to put her gloves in as she stepped further into the hallway, slamming her fist into the wall. The things that man has wrote…the things he’s done, it was horrific and the fact he covered it up with money and threats, they should hope that someone else gets to him before she does.

The diary went into detail about the anomalies he’s taken and made into his playthings…how he got bored of hurting them and found a ‘docile girl’ to take their place…he had planned everything that he was going to do to her, Kagura was just a plus for him, the two were having a date in the forest when he grabbed them, spraying them with knock out gas and dragging them back to his room by using the yako mixture to turn them into small dolls.

But he failed to mention one thing, there was nothing docile about those girls, from the state of the room filled with broken lamps and moved furniture…they fought hard.

Hyde stepped out of the room, walking over as he gently leaned against the wall near her.

“It’s the hair of a Yako mixed with unknown substances…it can give the power to shapeshift.”

Xena nodded in agreement, deeply sighing as she brushed a hand through her hair in distress.

“He’s been parading as the girl he killed for weeks…so why kick up a fuss now?”

She put on another pair of gloves as she started calling his phone, storming back into the room as the loud vibrations beckoned her over, she found it hidden between the thin gap of the wardrobe and the wall.

She grabbed the tongs from the kit and put it into an evidence bag as she checked to see what sort of passcode it needed-it was a four digit code.

She whipped out her phone once again, sending a message to Leo;

John Xena-can you get me the passcode for Jebediah Lucas’ phone-it’s for a case 🫶🏼

She handed the bag to Hyde as she texted Alan to let her know if ‘Kagura’ was okay.

ALligator- she’s fine…she seems to only care about when you’re coming back though.

A shaky breath rattled its way out of Xena, Jebediah was waiting for her…he knows she knows…

She might just kill him.

Leonardo dick- it’s 8972, but also wtf are you doing ffs?! Why is Frostheim locked down?!???!

Hyde had already put an alert out, the framed art announcements telling students to stay in their dorms except vagastrom who’s about to be advised to evacuate the dorm and stay away. They’ve also alerted them that the entire school was on lockdown, if anyone tried to leave they’d be apprehended.

She sighed ignoring the text as she grabbed the bag from Hyde, who looked at her confused as she literally just handed it over. She typed in the passcode as she started searching through his phone, all his texts have been deleted, it was basically wiped besides…besides the videos.

He filmed all of it.

It seemed to be over three days of torture for each girl, he made one watch as the other begged for him to stop.

He wanted them to find the videos.

Hyde swiped the bag back before she could crush it to pieces, her anger emitting into the room as the team finally arrived, Yuri and Jiro came swooping in to analyse the bodies properly.

“I’m going back.”

She announced hobbling out the door.

Hyde looked at her in a mixture of amusement and disbelief, he didn’t move to stop her and instead watched as she’s unsteadily left the room.

Jiro and Yuri started the process of transferring the two girls to Mortkranken for a proper autopsy.

Hyde grinned as he texted Sho, alerting him to what his favourite honour student was doing.

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The tricycle took her all the way to vagastrom, she was glad the tricycle was actually cooperating…though the clown horn that honked every few minutes was obnoxious.

She ungracefully got off the bike stumbling as she tried to quickly make her way into the shared common room. She was met with emptiness, no Alan-no Jebediah and no students?

She immediately tried to call Alan, but there was no answer. She then tried to call Sho, knowing Hyde called him, again no answer.

She checked the find my friend’s app in a state of panic as she tried to locate Alan…it said he was in the pit.

She marched off into the pit, ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle as she tried to stealthily make her way in, sending her location to Kaito and Luca in the hopes that they’ll come as backup just in case something goes horrifically wrong.

As it always does.

Of course, as she walks into the room she spots an unconscious Alan with a furious Sho having a stand off with a maniacal Jebediah. He was waving a long knife in the air, peeled skin laid around him as he seemed to have actually shedded his disguise. Alan didn’t seem harmed just knocked out, no doubt he used whatever he used on the girls. They were close by, not in the caged section but just a little bit out of it, Jebediah was too caught up in his evil monologue to notice the new addition of the room.

…or so she thought.

“Inspector Xena! So lovely of you to join us~did you see my lovely display, what did you think? Impressive? Beautiful? Would you like to be apart of my next one?”

He dramatically swirled his arm in the air, making a point as he gestured towards her, she groaned as she walked over, grimacing as the closer she got the more dried blood she could see on the knife…and on Jebediah.

Sho made a move to take him down but stopped when he saw Xena hold her hand out.

“It was quite the display.” •_•

She clicked on her recorder, learning from Ritsu to always keep one on hand, she slowly walked closer towards them as she held her hands up, making herself seem less like a threat.

Jebediah giggled as he spun the knife, his pinky finger caressing the blunt side of the knife as he lovingly looked at Xena making it hard to keep the disgust from appearing on her face as she met his gaze. His long brown hair swaying gently as he moved closer towards her, as he came closer she could see the claw marks on his shirt, the blood and pieces of flesh scattered on him…those bodies were a couple weeks old but these looked fresher.

“It was quite a display…but was that you’re only one? Surely someone as talented as you doesn’t have just one piece to share.”•_•

She kept her face stoic as he gripped onto her shoulders, his face incredibly close to hers as the deathly smell of his breath swam around her, he clearly hadn’t washed or brushed his teeth for the past couple of weeks. The skin he’d been previously wearing seemed to have torn at his own, deep red marks from peeling it off combined with more claw marks across his cheeks…they seemed older, most likely from Amelia and Kagura.

“Oh my-you’re definitely not just a pretty face.”

He traced the knife over the scar on her cheek as she met his gaze, not backing down, it’s definitely not what she should be doing, he was like a wild animal and took her defiance quite hard as he pressed the knife harder into her cheek, trying to gain a reaction.

“Maybe I have a couple more…losers no one would particularly miss or notice missing~it’s why I thought you’d be a nice change of pace-they were just so dull to play with.”

He glared down at her, fury dancing in the flames of his eyes as his free hand twirled her hair loosely in his fingers.

“But you’re quick inspector~not as dim as I imagined…”

She tried to beat the fear down as it kept trying rise up within her, yet, it seemed he could see it within Xena’s very being as a cold and cruel smile graced his face.

“Get your guard dog to go in the cage like good pup and I’ll tell you where they are.”

His voice barely a whisper as he leaned into her. He spun and wrapped an arm around her waist as he turned his attention to Sho, who seemed frozen in place, fury and bloodlust swirling around him as Xena could tell Sho just might snap if this continues.

“Sho-go into the pit please.”

Her voice shook as she stared at him wide eyed, willing him to go in there as the Jebediah pressed the knife lazily to her jugular.

She needed to know where the others were, she couldn’t just leave the victims to rot away without being put to rest.

She could sense movement behind her, but it was only one person…Leo.

“You see I had to live as little Kagura for a while~I had to find something to do…turns out there’s some desperate people looking to connect in Darkwick~”

He pressed it a little harder, she could it was just about to break skin…she didn’t have a lot of time.

“How many?” •_•

Laughter echoed throughout the room as he released the knife’s hold on her, instead cuddling into her, his arms locked around her neck as he hummed amused…Xena thought she was going to sick.

“3 more~ but that got boring, I was going to do one from each house but I couldn’t do it from my own house of course, plus obscuary and jabberwock would’ve been a massive pain~”

So that must mean it’s vagastrom, mortkranken and sinostra.

“I can see the little cogs turning Xena~”

He giggled into her ear, tapping the knife’s hilt against the side of her head.

“I’ll tell you since you’re such a curious kitty, of course I already did Hotarubi~ I had one male student from mortkranken, one female student from vagastrom and oh~two male students from sinostra.”

She gulped as he slid his hands to her wrists waving them about as he smiled sadistically at her. Her heart was thumping so hard she didn’t know what would kill her first Jebediah or the oncoming panic attack.

“Where are they?”•_•

Her voice sounded strained as she tried to stop herself from just turning around and beating him unconscious. He was enjoying this too much and she couldn’t stand his hands on her, she wanted to rip them off and break him fingers one by one…that won’t get her the locations though, nor will that make him more comfortable answering her questions, though it would make things easier for her.

“Hmmmm~let’s see! Where are they? Why they’re in the Hotarubi forest my love-“

His hands slid down trying to grip her waist as he inhaled her scent…Xena couldn’t handle it anymore.

She couldn’t stand his hands on her.

She quickly stepped away launching a high kick right into his chest to put him off balance, she sweeped her leg under his as she slammed her stronger foot onto the hand holding the knife as he yelped in pain. She didn’t stop until she heard the sound bones crunching underneath her shoes, she collapsed onto the ground her knees hitting the concrete ground with a harsh thump the pain ricocheted throughout her but she didn’t have time to think about it. Jebediah tried to force himself up but Xena was too quick, swinging hard at him as his head bounced against the concrete floor from the impact of her punch.

She couldn’t stop after that…

She kept punching him, fists beating into whatever they could get too, she felt his nose crunch under her touch, his ribs snap as the flurry of punches become more frantic as the minutes ticked on…Leo watched wide eyed as he watched the girl before him lose control, his phone lowering as he turned off the camera, if she was going to kill him they needed deniability.

She could heard someone yelling in fury and it wasn’t until Sho pulled her off of him that she realised it was her. Her knuckles were split open as she pushed Sho away from her, she couldn’t have anyone touching her, she just couldn’t.

Not while she could feel those greasy grimey hands all over her.

Luca and Kaito were there too, pulling Jebediah harshly away from the scene and towards a furious Thoma and Jin.

He was still alive, gargling words as he looked terrified at how the events have gone down. Staring fearfully at the vengeful Jin, Thoma leaned down a gloved hand clutching at Jebediah’s chin whispering something as Jebediah screamed and tried to scuttle away, only to be stopped by a livid Luca who held him in place.

Hyde and Dante came with a security team as Jebediah got dragged away, Xena fumbled to grab her recorder as she struggled to get up, her ankle screaming at her not to move as Sho hovered around her.

She handed the recorder to Dante, who looked at her with worry deep in his eyes as he took it off of her, Hyde snatched it and shoved it into an evidence bag.

“We’ve got it from here.”

Hyde nodded at her as she wearily sighed.

“Shower, keep your clothes in a bag for us, we’ll get you new ones, we’ll reconvene tomorrow with the chancellor and go through everything. “

Xena numbly nodded to Dante’s instructions.

“You need a search party.”

She mumbled out as Alan clumbered his way towards her, Leo waking him up as he spilled water over him.

“I’ll do it, the Hotarubi forest?”

She glanced up at Alan wide eyed nodding as she opened her phone, starting a group chat with Alan, Haku and Subaru as she half explained the situation, proclaiming the need for a search party for the bodies.

“Haku and Subaru can help they can navigate the forest really well.”

Alan mumbled a thanks as he hurriedly marched his way out of the pit, embarrassed and upset about being knocked out, despite it not being his fault at all.

Thoma ordered Kaito to follow him to ensure the vagastrom captain didn’t get lost on his journey.

Leo sighed as he went to prepare a bath for Xena, who really didn’t know how she was staying on her feet right now, everything in her body was screaming at her to sit down but she just couldn’t.

An uncomfortable energy raced through her as she watched the three Frostheim students discuss something with eachother, worried glances turned her way as Jin approached them.

He glanced at Sho who backed away a little bit, giving them some space as Jin held out his hand, expecting Xena to take it, yet she shook her head him and watched him sigh nodding in understanding.

“You gonna stay here tonight?”

He asked gently, lighting up a cigarette.

“Yeah…are you guys going back to the dorms?”

He nodded, giving her a rare smile as Thoma called for him.

“You gonna be alright Xe?”

She gave him an awkward smile, running a thumb over her split knuckles, wincing slightly at the pain.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine…”

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“You’re going to have to end the detective services you’ve offered the students Xena.”

She rolled her eyes fumbling with her bandages as she lazily laid across the armchair in the chancellors office.

Her sprained ankle that had gotten infinitely worse, hanged off the side as she rerolled the oversized mustard joggers, they were Leo’s and the softest things in the world.

“No.”•_•

She stubbornly said as she glanced over the infuriated chancellor, they’ve been in this meeting for several hours, going over the statements with each individual ghoul that was involved.

Alan, Haku and Subaru found the bodies in the woods, Zenji helping them as he called to their ghosts to lead the way.

Dante was going through all the paperwork and Hyde sorted things at Frostheim with Thoma and Jin.

“In fact, I’d like it if you brought issues like missing students and stuff like that to me.” •_•

She fiddled with the sleeves of her jumpers, it was one of Sho’s and now it’s hers, they must’ve given her the softest clothing to ever exist and she is 100% going to steal both items of clothing and she’s not sorry about it.

The chancellor spluttered at her request, Moby paused in feeding the cats as Xena continued to keep up a chill disposition.

“If we have the ability to prevent what happened yesterday, then we should take it! You can put a different house with me for each task to help garner a trust with the gen students as well as within the ghouls…” •_•

She folded her arms as the chancellor looked at her in disbelief.

“No one even-“

She interrupted him glaring at professor Moby, who visibly flinched, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the chancellor.

“Haku reported Amelia’s disappearance…to professor moby.”

Professor.Moby who did nothing, maybe too distracted with the other tasks and giant immortal being but that doesn’t really excuse it, it fell through the cracks in the worst way.

“Ahem, I see Xena, you can carry on your detective services…you can leave now, we’ll call you back if we need anything else.”

His brow was furrowed as he glared at Moby, who was visibly sweating. Xena got up wobbling slightly as exhaustion seeped into her bones.

“One last thing…I’d like to do a ceremony with Haku and Hotarubi’s help…for the spirits of the ones we lost.”

The chancellor looked at her in surprise as the soft tone danced throughout the room, even Moby turned to look at her.

“Of course, we’ll start the proceedings to organise it with the two of you later today.”

Xena nodded in agreement as she hobbled out the room, she could already hear the beginnings of the screaming match lecture that the chancellor was giving Moby.

Sho met her outside the room, the campus was on lockdown today, not that Sho would’ve left Xena’s side today. He scooped her up as she sighed leaning her head on his shoulder as he looked down at her with worry.

“I’m fine~ sorry you had to wait long! Hope you didn’t get too bored haha.”

He clutched her closer to him, not wanting to make her too uncomfortable. She was fine after the bath, well as fine as one could be after everything that went down…but she only seemed to want a select few people around her, Sho, Alan and Leo being the main three and only three she seems able to tolerate at the moment.

“I’m okay honour roll~I’ll always wait for you.”

She wasn’t prepared for the tenderness in his voice or the crinkle in his eyes as he stared down at her, she couldn’t help snuggling into him humming happily as they approached Bonnie, he placed her gently down as he put the helmet on her.

“I can do things ya know.”

She giggled as he clasped the helmet onto her, grinning cheekily down at her.

“Hmm guess ya could~”

He tapped the shielded bit of the helmet as he copied her, he slid onto the bike as she wrapped her arms around him as they drove their way back to the vagastrom dorms.

[freya-captain]

Dear anon, I was fucked by Tumblr

and deleted your ask by accident (bc I found sth missing in my post) So allow me to post it here and hope you could see this...

So basically the question was about although Jacegon know they love each other aegon know that Jace would always choose duty over him. So here's what I write based on this:

I do believe there's a sense of destined tragedy haunting the ship. I wrote something alike before about Jace being uncontrollably in love with Aegonsince childhood, but his feelings were shattered to pieces after him usurping the throne. When he returned from Winterfell, he sneaked into the capital to see Aeg for the last time and say goodbye (in cruel words) to him.

The clip belowis also part of that story when they were still together, both of them young and knowing nothing about the tragic fate that will befall them. But Aeg already knew something.

Warning: NSFW 18+

Pairing: Jacaerys/Aegon ii

Words: 1.1k

The royal and noble lords' hunting party rested in their fancy tents by the campfire. But they sneaked out into the dark and hid under a large elm tree far side of the Kingswood. The night breeze was cool and sent up the scent of pollen. The soft spring grass tickled their bare skin.

Their armor and woolen sweaters had been left behind in the camp. They couldn't risk building a fire either. "I’m fucking cold," the prince whined.

He unzipped his velvet coat so the spoiled prince could huddle in his arms. A shooting star streaked across the sky.

"Look, Egg." He pointed to the stars.

The prince rode on his lap, biting his neck and nibbling on his ear, and answered half-heartedly, "Look at what?"

"A shooting star just crossed over our tree."

"Star above an elm tree — sounds like the family sigil of some lousy knight." The silver-haired prince used his mouth to undo the buttons on his shirt which was adorned with a three-headed dragon, a cold hand creeping up on the younger's collarbones.

He was impassive, concentrating on studying the stars with his head tilted back.

The prince pouted for his neglect, but quickly figured out a way to chase his own fun. The older plopped the body down, untied the lacing, and licked his cock eagerly till it got thick and hard.

He finally stopped looking at the stars and ran his hand through the choppy, wavy hair, "Want to be fucked by me that bad, huh?"

The prince pulled the length covered in spit out of his mouth and sat up straight to kiss him, muffling his trash before he could say more. He laughed softly into the silver-haired's mouth and said nothing else, focusing on rubbing the prince's entrance and pushing himself in.

The prince drew back a few breaths after a particularly deep thrust, "Did it hurt?".

The silver-haired shook his head and panted, brokenly, “It’s almost like......like riding a horse."

He stared at the pretty face for a moment, admiring the prince's thirsty expression. Then suddenly he pinched him around the waist and powered up, fucking him so fast and deep, "Almost like riding a horse, you say?"

The prince let out a few uncontrolled lustful moans and immediately bit his lips. The guards could very likely be patrolling nearby. His fingers tightened around his shoulders, "More, more like riding a dragon ......"

"You are always desperate to ride dragons, day or night." He teased in exchange for a glare. But the anger quickly faded when he paced up and hit the spot every time. The prince grabbed him by the hair and was soon crying and groaning loudly over the violent bumps. Warmth returned to their bodies and the prince flushed beautifully.

"Keep your voices down, uncle. People may find out." He warned with a teasing tune.

"They won't. And if they did, they wouldn't..." He trailed off, and caught his breath again, "They wouldn't dare to say anything."

"You wanna be my whore so bad, don't you? That you actually want to be found out." He attacked even harder, burying himself deep inside the sweet wet-ass walls.

The prince moaned loudly, legs shaking. He was lost in pleasure too much to care about anything happening around them, "Yes, let me be your whore...God, it feels so good."

"I won't exactly call myself that." He teased, "Do you want me to finish inside, my slutty little whore?"

The older's voice was shaky and sobbing, "Yes, please. Let me have your seeds. Let me have all of them. Jace, Jacaerys..."

"I'm gonna fucking breed you." He gritted his teeth. He loved the way the prince called out his name hopelessly, "I'm gonna fill my pups into you. Would you like it that way?"

"Yes, yes. I'm so close, Jace." The silver-haired started to stroke his cock, "I'm, I'm about to cum."

"Then come." He wrapped his hand around his and stroked him until they both spilled.

Aegon tilted his head and let out a long breath.

"Egg," Jacaerys called him by his nickname, "Are you satisfied with this dragon?"

Aegon rested his chin on his broad shoulder, "My dragon." He said in Valyrian smiley.

Jace turned his face sideways, their cheeking pressing against each other, "Yours." He replied in their mother tongue as well.

He ducked a strand of his silver hair behind his ear, "You're so beautiful." He said, looking at him the same way he looked at the stars.

"You always say that to the girls after you've finished your fucking?" Aegon gave him a teasing look and got off of him.

Jacaerys frowned, "What girls?"

"Whores, maids, noble ladies, Baela..." He enumerated offhandedly as he put on his clothes back.

"Don't let Daemon hear what you just said."

"I am not THAT stupid. " Aegon said as he lay upon his chest, looking up at the night sky. Their fingers were entwined.

"How was she to kiss anyway?"

"How could I know? I've never kissed her before." Jace paused for a moment, "I've never kissed anyone before."

Aegon giggled as if he'd heard the court jester's funniest joke.

"I wasn't joking. I love you and you only." The young lover said in a particularly solemn voice.

"Uh-huh."

"No matter what happens, I always love you and hold on to you, I promise."

Aegon kept laughing until he was limp, which disturbed Jace a lot. Before he could protest, Aegon spoke up, "Can you promise me another thing, my love?"

"Yes?"

"Never say things like this to me again."

"You don't believe me?" Jace felt a bit hurt, “I meant what I said.”

"I believe every word of yours. But, ” He sounded weirdly sad, “it would kill me to think that one day you’ll tell others the same, telling them 'I miss you', telling them 'I always love you'".

"That's not fair." He wanted to say. But he remained speechless. He could only sit and watch as Aegon fell asleep. He could only sit and watch as his figure became transparent and faded in the air. He could only sit and watch as fate whistled past and took him away from him.

He would be betrothed to Baela to strengthen his mother's claim. He would declare war against the Green to revenge on his brother. He would call Aegon a traitor and usurper as if they were born enemies. He would hope to slaughter him himself and watch him burn in hell because he would burn right beside him. He just didn't know it yet at that time, a time as beautiful and fragile as crystal. But Aegon knew it better.

Even on their best days, he knew.

That they could never be. That it will never be.

[hinderr]

i miss wren farvo btw do you have like . any lore about him before nature/nurture happened? like what was he like when he was a kid and where did he live and how was his relationship with samirah and who was his buire, etc etc i wanna know 👀

OLLYYYYYYY if there's anyone i can trust to be a wren farvo enjoyer ik it's you fr fr. funnily enough there actually used to be a wren-centric nurture chapter that like, explored exactly his lore lmao. the chapter involved themes I wasn't ready to write about however (like, I realised I wasn't the right person/didnt have enough experience with them) so I scrapped that chapter in the end. i can give you the lore aspects though! (cut off because, long as fuck)

(also this will make sense in the further context of the post, but I didn't feel comfortable putting these links under the readmore lmao)

palestine masterlist by palipunk

fundraiser for Yousef, a photojournalist in Gaza

esims!! they need those!! help them out

basically though the rundown was that; wren was adopted by his buir at a young age, after the Purge (young enough that he doesn't remember his previous life, not that he particularly cares to look). also, Wren doesn't remember this, but he was actually adopted first before Samirah (Samirah was older, and thus ended being the older sister anyway) (Samirah also doesn't bother reminding Wren about this, if only to avoid his gloating)

the two only had the one parent, the sole survivor of the Farvo clan after the Purge. It, obviously, left their parent in...a state. i never went around to properly naming their parent, since in the chapter Wren only ever called them 'Buir'. then again given the fact that they were living with a covert back then, the atriarch of clan Farvo probably didn't give their name out anyway.

oh yeah okay so; in the nature/nurture verse, after the Purge, Din's covert wasn't the only covert out there. survivors splintered off into many, many small coverts, most of them isolated from one another and thinking they were the only ones. at most, one covert would be aware of one other covert that survived (and usually, to the best of their ability, try to merge coverts to reassemble their numbers). each covert had a different approach to making through the galaxy, particularly Wren's covert not instilling the 'dont take your helmet off' rule

the themes that i mentioned the chapter having was basically; what it'd be like, growing up as a child of a dead people, and what it'd be like when your parent is a survivor of a genocide. how that'd affect them, and affect you and your family, and how hard it'd be to connect to a culture and a community that was ripped brutally out of your hands before you could even speak. wren farvo, essentially, grew up in a graveyard, with his parent haunted by the ghosts of a family he never got to meet, mourning for a home he never got to see. that Wren was essentially a genocide survivor himself, and how he'd struggle to come to terms with his identity as a Mandalorian when it seems the entire galaxy wants him dead

then I started writing the chapter, realised how similar it was to the very real Palestinian genocide going on right now, and proper realised the depth and weight and importance of how I was going to convey this story. i tried my best for a couple passages, but eventually though i realised that, as of now, it's better if I just...don't. not yet, at the very least. regrettably Im not the best person to write about this, i just don't know enough, and i wasn't going to take a bite out of something i couldn't chew so, whoops! into the deleted scenes doc they go. maybe one day I'll pick it up again

back to Wren Farvo lore however !! his parent passed in the way many mandalorians pass during those times, having caught off guard and alone by a group of one too many beskar-hungry thieves. it was a pretty dark and awful time for the Farvo clan, but they thankfully had the rest of the covert to keep them going. Samirah became matriarch of the Farvos, and Wren became the lighthearted grounding force that balanced out her seriousness. they kept each other in check, one from sinking into the burdens of responsibility and duty, and the other from a recklessness that would eventually kill him. when Samirah adopted Jeliaya, it only brought them closer together, jeliaya basically being a promise for the clan's continued existence

as this is all happening, wren's covert had managed to meet with Din's old covert (Din himself not being around, still searching for the kid). together, and with Bo-Katan's crew after a while, they banded and started searching for more survivors. the heads of the coverts (+ bo) eventually realised how easily dwarf planets flew under nearly every radar. then they found the dwarf planet where they settled and struck peace with the locals. for about a decade they settled in, digging tunnels of their own and carving out spaces for themselves in the planet itself. Wren stayed close with his sister and his niece the entire time, having no reason to be anywhere else

but being able to live on that dwarf planet, though - being able to walk out in the sun in relative peace definitely did wonders for everyone's mental health. for the first time they had a planet again, however small. Samirah's work thrived, especially when she started communicating with the local doctors. Jeliaya grew healthy and at peace, her safety mostly assured. Wren did...Wren things, helping out everywhere he could

a lot of that involved him being part of the force that stood against the Dark Troopers; Wren was one of the first few that devised defensive plans, figured out their weaknesses, convincing the Armourer(s) that beskar weapons were, against this enemy, quite necessary since it's one of the few materials that can tear through the Dark Trooper's armour (which is why she never made Din melt down his spear in this 'verse. that, and also I'm a beskar-spear enjoyer at heart). one such mission brought him and his sister to this Imperial fort, where they met Din for the first time!!

meeting Din, Wren's first immediate thought is 'woah, this guy's fucked' and after learning that he's still looking for the kid he lost about 7-8 years ago, came up with the nickname "Or'trikar". for the grief that he exuded like a physical aura, and for the tightness of Wren's own chest whenever he so much as looked at him. Wren and Din grew closer, mostly due to Wren being...Wren and generally clingy to the people he's trying to impress. it works on Din, who ended up viewing Wren as a younger brother

Din definitely wouldn't think so, but to the Farvos it's obvious that for that time, Din was practically one of them. An honourary Farvo, if nothing else. he was practically Jeliaya's second uncle, and he came around to the Farvo residence pretty often, thanks to Wren refusing to let the guy stew in his own room and his own or'trikar

about two years pass, and Wren and Din get paired together to find the source of all those Dark Troopers, and to scout out how to cut the production off at its root. they find the biggest, freshest clue they've had in all their years and Wren, antsy and excited, decided to go on a solo hunt to burn off steam instead of going home. Din pointed him in the direction of where he last left the Razor Crest, and Wren found it (neglected, dusty, but still usable; something something, nothing grand, just a means to an end) and used it to fly around for a bit

unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you see it) the tracker that Gideon put on that ship was still there, and still active. Wren ends up being captured and thrown into an Imperial prison, where he meets this strange kid through the vents who insists on calling himself Asset

and then the rest is history

[ignoringdummiesfordummies]

Zeros And Ones

A reupload of a fic created for @askdarksidelogan, based on a prompt for their first 1,000 followers... yeah, read mores break if you delete the original post, and we changed our sanders sides blog a long time ago.

Ships: Janus/Remus, oblivious!Logan/Janus/Remus

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"Close your eyes," Deceit whispered sweetly before cupping his hands over Logan's eyes, "What do you see?"

Logan wished he could respond with something mystical such as a foggy forest or all of the dark sides together and happy.

But it wasn't...

"Nothing."

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Logan had been so busy lately.

For the most part, it almost seemed as if he’d been trying to play catch up over missed time when he’d been... ‘visiting’ the others. Which, in the long run, hadn’t actually taken that long. He’d been asleep for most of it. And yet here he was, throwing himself headfirst into his experiments and data, into sorting and reorganizing his entire room, even going so far as to rebuild his body-  almost as if he’d he’d been grounding himself in the present, as if he was attempting to assure himself that he wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon.

Janus could help with that. New form. new start. New chance at... them? Possibly? Janus could dream, at least.

Still, when Janus caught Logan’s arm when the second finally stepped foot outside his room, mid-sigh as he’d stretched metal joints and pushed his goggles up into his mess of- was that hair? Janus had given him quite the shock, which was only partly literal, as he half-led and half-dragged the logi- Logan down the hall. Thankfully, Logan trusted him enough not to resist the guidance.

(Also, he took the chance to glance back at Logan’s head and take a closer look at the metal atop his head- at a closer inspection, it appeared to be made of of metal strips- not quite thin enough to be strands, but from afar appeared as one big chunk of metal atop his head. Huh.)

“Deceit.” Logan said, after a few moments of utter silence as his CPU caught up on what was happening. He’d been overworking it lately, and needed a break before he overheated or shut down. “I didn’t see you there. Where are we... do you need something?” he asked, a notable degree of confusion leaking into his voice as he was lead now-familiar halls. If he was guessing right, they were headed towards-

“We’ve got a surprise for you.” Deceit said, a smug smile settling on his lips as he was deliberately cryptic. Not that there were many other Sides he could be referring to as ‘we’. “And alas, we need you there for it too work.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but his ever-present smile came naturally to him, in the moment. His hunch, as it turned out, proved to be correct when Deceit lead him to the doors to Remus’s room- they were never the same twice, and today they were a pair of grand blackwood doors, with intricate wrought iron swirls built across the front. Deceit had barely placed his hand upon one when they both swung open, banging against the inside of the room and occupied by a strong breeze that smelt vaguely of rotting fish.

Ah, Remus.

Turning off his olfaction, Logan stepped into the room on his own accord, now side by side with Deceit. Despite the the aesthetics of the door, the inside of Remus’s room looked like someone had flooded Thomas’s apartment and filled it with all manor of deep sea creepy-crawlies. A handful of yeti crabs scurried away when they entered, disturbing the giant tube worms growing from the corners of the room and sending a gulper eel zig-zaging towards the stairs. A long tentacle- bigger than Logan was, as a matter of fact, neon green and black, lashed out from the darkness from atop the stairs and snatched the eel, pulling it back towards where Logan could catch a glimpse of jagged teeth. Logan made a note to ask Remus if he could run some experiments in his room, in the near future.

Speaking of which- Remus was waiting in the center of his room, sitting cross-legged atop a pillow that seemed oddly out of place amongst the rest of his room. He was able to tell that Remus was smiling at him, despite the fact that there was currently a dumbo octopus sitting on his head, obscuring the upper half of his face. Deceit made his way over to a second pillow, sitting atop it, than patted the ground next to him, where a third pillow awaited.

Logan walked across the room- which was an experience in itself, as his vision was saying he was underwater, but the sensors built along his body were telling him he was touching air. Nether Deceit nor Remus seemed to need to breathe, nor was Logan short-circuiting from all the water. So, win-win all around.

Once Logan finally had sat down and settled, Remus peeled the octopus off his head and chucked it behind him, where it swam off, as Remus clapped his hands excitedly. “Ready?” Remus asked, a familiar twinkle in his eye that Logan had been seeing alot of, lately.

“You still haven't told me what’s going on.” Logan said, in way of an answer.

“Right.” Deceit said, laughing slightly to himself. “Why don’t I go first and demonstrate?” he asked, tilting his head in the direction of the duke. Before getting any response, Deceit closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, seemingly losing himself in some thought. And around them, the room began to change.

The water was washed away, replaced by admittedly somewhat stuffy air and a warmth that settled onto his shoulders. The dark corners from before were replaced by dim lightening, illuminating dark oak walls, aided by the stone fireplace off to one side of the room. More furniture scattered along the walls- a bookshelf here, a desk there, what looked to be a pile of flat rocks off in one corner of the room. He noted Janus and Remus both taking a deep breath, and after hesitating only a few moments, turned his olfaction back onto hit with the scents of nutmeg and pinaceae pinus and ginger. He didn’t realize Deceit was the sentimental type.

Speaking of which, Deceit reopened his eyes and sighed contently, letting himself flop backwards onto a now carpeted floor. While Deceit may not have been actually cold-blooded, but he still seemed to prefer the warmth of the room to the alternative. Thankfully, he wasn’t real, or the thick layers of clothing he wore would have begun to run him into the risk of heat stroke.

“Wadda ya think?” Remus asked, gesturing around them. “Wanna give it a try?”

“You want me to...” Logan paused, glancing around the room once again. It was... nice. Very much suited for Deceit’s tastes. “Redecorate your room?”

Remus giggled, shaking his head, but it was Deceit who clarified from his spot on the floor. “Remus is lending us his portion of the Imagination.” he explained, pushing himself himself up onto his elbows to send a grin Logan’s way. “You can make- well. Anything.”

Ah.

Logan cast another glance around the room, his thoughts faltering for a moment or two as he tried to picture something that he’d want. Briefly, he was reminded of an old study- if you put a hundred choices in front of someone, of... anything, really, let’s say soap, they’d get overwhelmed by the choices and be unable to make any. Most often they’d take the first brand they recognized and stick with it, even if there were potentially better brands out there.

“Maybe if you closed your eyes, it could help?” Remus suggested, breaking Logan out of his thoughts. After looking at Remus blankly for a few moments, Logan raised a hand to his face and waved it back and forth. “Ah, right.” Remus said, catching on after a few moments. “No eyelids. Wanna burrow mine?”

“That won’t be necessary, Remus.” Deceit said, before Remus could finish reaching towards his eyes. Deceit stood up, crossed the few steps separating him from Logan, and knelt behind him. Placing his hands on Logan’s shoulders, he leaned forward slightly so that Logan knew he was there. “Okay,” Deceit began, his voice barley a whisper, drifting between the two of them and landing gently within Logan’s hearing. He cupped his hands over Logan’s eyes, blocking out the light ad the image of Remus watching him with a nervous grin. “Close your eyes. What do you see?"

Logan wished he could respond with something mystical such as a foggy forest or all of the dark sides together and happy. He wished he could conjure up imagery of a gentle fog that licked at their heels and swirled around them, or the sounds of life- crickets or owls or ravens singing from within the canopy of a forest. He could feel Remus’s contention to the imagination at his fingertips, ready and waiting to be called upon. He wished he could envision the three of them, happy, laughing, smiling, together-

He wished he could see a lot of things.

But it wasn’t...

“Nothing. The inside of your hands.” Logan answered.

Deceit shushed him gently. “Oh, hush. I know you’re more creative than that, darling. I’ve seen the things you come up with in that lab of yours. How about this, to start with- why not imagine yourself a jar of Crofters?”

Crofters. Jam. Red. Blood.

Logan hated word association games.

Logan’s hands tightened, ever so slightly, as he clamped down on the thoughts and refused to allow them outside his head. Half-formed, hazy flashes, hitting, tearing, blood spilling from his touch. Weak organic tissue under the pressure of metal and steel, an anger that rolled deep in his gut and roared in his head. Making them pay- for- for-

(If Logan’s eyes changed color and back again, nobody could tell from behind Deceit’s hands).

He was so angry, and he didn’t know why. He was safe. He was home. He was allowed to be here. Nobody could touch him. Nobody could hurt him, they couldn’t keep ignoring him if he ignored their voices in his head, chipping away in the back of his head, reminding him of a thousand little jabs he was never admit got under his skin-

He loved them. He wanted to hurt them. Why couldn’t he just move on-

“Nothing?” Remus asked.

“Nothing.” Logan echoed, his voice coming out a little sharper than intended, as he waved Deceit’s hands away. “I... I think I need to rest. I have been online for far too continuous a time without a proper break.”

Logan didn’t allow himself to look back as he stood and swept past Deceit, out the doors and back the doors, his footsteps falling heavier and heavier. Then he was running, his internal fans working overtime to bring air into his system, but he wasn’t overheating, he didn’t need, he didn’t- he needed-

Bursting into his room, Logan smashed the first glass object he could get his hands on, sending shards scattering across the floor like a thousand twinkling stars.

[batslime]

Hard at Work

Copia x reader, nsfw

Based on this audio

Drawing to come, rn I’m just making this post bc it’s easiest to share for peer review this way lol (liking/ reblogging etc is still fine, I don’t know yet if I’ll repost or just edit this)

Copia had been seated at his desk now for almost three hours and still hadn’t actually gotten anything done. He was simply too distracted to stay on task today. Luckily Nihil had taken Sister Imperator skydiving for her birthday, so he did have the office to himself, but found himself unable to concentrate enough for that to matter.

He went back and forth between the documents he was working on to searching eBay for used rat clothes to dusting the blinds to filing his nails to fiddle farting on his phone. After seeing the same ad for the 6th time on The TikToks he switched over to Instagram. He didn’t post very often himself but did enjoy the videos where people crushed things under hydraulic presses as well as the cute rat ones. Separate videos.

This time something different caught his eye. He typically ignored the suggested friends section that showed him all his contacts’ accounts. Sister. Saltarian. Swiss. He had already blocked Dew. But for the first time he was seeing your name and profile picture intrude on his space.

Since you had arrived at the ministry the two of you had shared a few… fiddle farts. There weren’t many people living in the Abbey so it was always excitable when somebody new showed up, and you had especially excited him. He was nervous that you wouldn’t be interested at first but you couldn’t help but find his pathetic and unsettling demeanor endearing. So you fucked him.

Copia was giddy. “Eheheheh…” he couldn’t keep it in as he went to view your page. He felt like a 13 year old who just found his big brother’s porn mag stash. He took his time looking at each of your posts, gawking at you. He wondered if you were busy right now…

His breath caught in his throat. He got a text just as he scrolled to a photo of you in a swimsuit, saltwater from the ocean behind you glistening on your skin in the sunlight, sea bass tightly clenched between your big strong teeth. He felt like a 13 year old who just got caught in his big brother’s porn mag stash.

It was you.

“Hey C… remember that immersion blender I lent you? Need it back. Time sensitive.”

That could wait. He was working.

Copia turned your attention back to the picture. Feasting his eyes on all the skin. And scales. He realized now he had gotten more than a little hard. Darn. More work.

He moved one hand down to his groin and pet himself softly, gazing at that voluptuous frontbutt of yours, the way the swimsuit lifted and squeezed them just right… your legs were so nice. Peppered with sand. It made him imagine being there with you. Pressing you down into the sand. Grinding against you. Also biting the bass.

Copia attempted to unbutton a section of his cassock to fit his hand underneath. Doing this with just one hand, he fumbled a bit and almost dropped his phone in the other. He caught it, but accidentally double-tapped the photo.

“Fuck!” His finger slipped again and he accidentally typed out “wish I had been there to rub “sunscreen” on those lumps” in the comment section and hit send. “Oh, ah, oh shit!” He accidentally unblocked Dew and sent him the post. “Crappola!”

Nothing he could do about that last part. But he DID unlike the post then delete the comment. Post-haste. He hoped you left your phone on and in the other room and went to poop so you missed the notification otherwise that could have been REALLY bad.

He heard a loud muffled “WHAT” coming from somewhere on one of the floors overhead. He decided to ignore it. That could have been anybody.

Sweating anyway, he smashed some keys on his typewriter to make it seem to any passersby that he was busy. Dick still half half and visible through the opening in his cassock, as red as his face felt.

Copia had started to calm down a bit after preemptively drafting a full two-page resignation letter, just in case. It had been a little bit and nobody had yelled at him. Maybe you really were shitting when he sent that.

You opened the door to his office.

Fuck. Just play it cool. Maybe you just wanted to help with the Ministry’s monthly financial reports.

“H-hello”, he croaked out, stupid, anxious smile smearing across his face. “How do you do?” You looked down and saw his penis poking halfway out through his clothes. Okay.

You approach him. He nervously grips the sides of his chair.

Once behind the desk next to him, you spin the chair to face yourself, leaning against him and throwing one leg over his lap so that it wove through the opening under the chair’s arm. You grab his cock and grind against the base and his balls, still stuffed under his clothes, as your fingers massage the tip. “Uh-“ he groans in surprise, immediately rocking his hips and gripping your butt through your tunic in response. You can feel his dick come to attention quickly. Good. You work your leg free, then lower yourself down to your knees, using Copia’s as support, then rubbing his thighs as you lean in towards his lap.

“Ah.” So you hadn’t been pooping.

Maybe you had been doing something else, actually, because you didn’t seem keen to waste any time. You grip and rub his cock again, maneuvering it so you can slobber along the length just long enough to ensure it was slick enough, then dove your open mouth down its entirety.

Copia continued to grunt strangely as you gagged yourself on him repeatedly, gripping your veil before pushing it back and gripping your hair. The feeling of him wrapping his fingers in your hair and puppeteering your head down into his pubic hair as he thrusted into your throat was accompanied by a drip down your leg. In day to day life he was the farthest thing from dominant. Usually people walked all over him. It was so hot when he let this side shine through. You loved the way he touched you. Used you.

You swivel your head on your neck as you continue bobbing up and down, earning an extra low groan. Copia kicks off his left shoe and his leg finds its way between yours. You feel the angle where his foot and ankle met rub against your pussy and you rock yourself against it, moaning on the mouthful of dick you’re busy with. The sound of your slurping mixed with his quickened breathing was working you up more than you realized.

Copia whined a bit as his hips made a few involuntary jerks towards you. “Ah, shit”, he didn’t want to cum yet. “Alright, that’s enough” he pushed himself up, you unlatching from his cock so he could rip a few more buttons out of the opposite side of his cassock and free the rest of his junk. He reached down to you- your grab his hand, but his own continues down to your upper arm and hoists you. You shiver a little and the unstated demand behind it.

He rubs his gloved hands around and under his balls a bit as he presses one side of you against the desk, gripping and lifting the leg closer to him up. He hardly takes time to position himself before piercing you, hilting himself completely, and your spine lights up with tingling as your jaw drops silently. The two of you are completely flush against eachother. His pelvis angled just slightly up into yours, tiptoes giving him the perfect entry, as he hugs your skywards leg against himself. His other hand grips the edge of the desk so hard you wonder if it’s a sturdy enough material to hold the onslaught it’s about to fall victim to.

Copia doesn’t hold back, slamming all his weight into you. He knows you can take it- you won’t take anything less. It’s just how you like it. You let out a long, breathy groan while he thrusts wildly into you, rhythm almost undetectable. His hands constantly reposition, trying to grip all of you at once. The hand gripping the desk goes back and forth between your hip, breast, shoulder, and neck several times before he remembers how to really push you over the edge. His palm lays flat into the crease between your thigh and pubis, thumb, gloved in warm, now wet leather, pressing hard on the area just above your clit. He works his way down not so slowly and works the glans, his own proximity to the end evident in his pace.

“Shit… oh, ah, shit…” he mutters against you. His nose and forehead are nuzzled into the side of your face at this point, mustache tickling your ear. His heavy breathing persists as he continues pressing his whole body against you, at this point his hips not thrusting into and away from you but rolling and shifting. He can’t stand to be away from you for long enough. He starts to lose his balance and you’re awkwardly pressed into the surface and the desk as he practically lays on you, still humping away. The pressure mixed with his ridiculously fat cock filling you and the speed he stroked you with was almost too much. You were letting out overwhelmed cries without even realizing it. You were too focused on undulating against him at just the right time. You were surprised at the desk’s tenacity, though the floor was creaking like it would give in at any second.

“Who’s your daddy?” he has you entirely pinned. He’s practically sitting on you. You try desperately to scream his name but find yourself hopelessly breathless. Your tongue was swollen and practically hanging out of your mouth as you gazed into his face, pressed against your own “I’m your daddy!” He was nice enough to answer for you. All his fingers ran back and forth across your clit now. If you were able to, you might have laughed when the xylophone sounds popped into your mind. You just threw your head back instead. He kissed and bit your neck.

Your body finally gives in and you squeal as you cum hard. Copia doesn’t let up with his hand, flinging droplets of your fluid. He stopped thrusting and clenched himself against you as hard as he could as he unloaded his balls into your sopping wet, pulsing pussy. He grunted with a mouthful of your throat. His cock kicked inside you and you shuddered at the sensation, already overloaded.

Copia took a second to catch his breath, riding out the last of both of your orgasms, before climbing off you.

He stood there looking at you, hands folded in front of him, limp dick hanging out, eyes wide with post-nut clarity. Looking at the mess he’d made in such little time.

“Eeeeeh. Uh. Ah.” The two of you stared at eachother. The fuck was always good when you hooked but it tended to be a bit awkward afterwards, neither of you ever knew where to go from them. “Alright, that’s enough. Thank you.”

You were about to say something about him wrapping up work for the day and grabbing some dinner with you when his phone buzzed on the desk beside you. You glance over.

It was Dew.

“Why’d you send me that”

[toiletwipes]

simpbur's college roommate

tw: obsession, possessiveness? not really tbh, simpbur is caught, overstim, vibrator, afab body, vaginal penetration, pretty boy is thrown around and so is good boy, praise, maybe a tiny bit degrading, im just a little bit scared to look through this to check for anything else. its not bad but im just scared i'll delete this if i dont post it now.

1.7k words, so not that long but I promised you guys content so here it is!

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it was the smaller things, really.

you wouldn’t notice them, if you weren’t looking for them, type of deal. a shirt that fits you just a little bit too snug so it sits in the back of your closet, or did. an old polaroid with an older friend, faces smiling into the flash of light, it had sat in the bottom of your old memory box, said box gone untouched by you for months. an oversized, raggedy hoodie that you had ditched for a newer, softer coat.

you didn’t want to believe it but at the moment you had bigger fish to fry with schoolwork.

the coat from before sat in your lap at the moment, you parked yourself in the library as you studied with a close friend for some government essay, and you were just nearly finished with the second to last page, when your friend spoke up.

she taps on your arm, pulling out your earbud, “hey, your roommate is will, er, wilbur, right?” you stopped in the middle of a word, lifting your head to meet her eyesight.

“yeah, why? he being creepy or something?” you ask, hoping for a no, he wasn’t bad, but you knew that if anybody else had been his roommate, he would've found himself in trouble during the first week alone.

“no, actually, it’s just- it’s just that, um, are you guys dating?” you snorted, really? you and him? dating?

“he’s cute, but no, why d’ya ask?” you laugh to yourself as you look into your notes as you start typing again.

“well, he’s just been wearing your hoodie, like a lot.” you still, eyebrows furrowing. your hoodie?

“how do you know it's my hoodie?” you look her in her eyes, folding your arms together as you lean back.

“i know for sure its your hoodie because it has that one bleach stain on the front and on the shoulder from when you said you could wear a hoodie and bleach your hair, and the time that you spilt bleach directly onto your hoodie and panicked for five minutes before doing something about it. i know it's yours so why is he wearing it?” your mind is blank as you stuff your things back into your backpack, her sputtering with questions and your lack of answers leaving much to be desired.

but as you exit the building, you shrug your coat as it starts to pour and the dark sky flashes for a moment. you rush in your walking to get to the dorms as soon as possible. just your luck that your dorm is on the other side of the campus. its still about five minutes before you bang on your dorm room. the music blasting on the other side silences as your roommate opens the door, his mouth drops into a round circle and you stare at his chest as you push past him.

“where the hell have you been? it’s barely been pouring!” he sounds off like a rattled hen but you head straight to your room, dumping your backpack and coat on your bed. without an answer, he follows you but any questions he has dries in his mouth as he watches you dig in your closet. pulling a ratty tee shirt and shorts you shrug your soaked shirt over your head.

will has to force himself out of the room but it's not a second later when you come out, hair wet and skin damp when you grab onto his head of hair and pull as you drag him to his room.

throwing him onto the bed, you barely glanced at his face, seeing it already being covered in tears, hands grasping for yours as it leaves him.

you glance around his room before you see the one clean area, his nightstand and dig through that. you found not only items you knew were missing but more, underwear you thought you'd thrown away, a vibrator that you'd thought had gotten stolen by a petty friend, not an obsessive roommate.

and then throwing his closet open, you saw it balled up and thrown in the corner, your hoodie.

taking it out, you push it into will's chest. "dude, literally, what the fuck?" you go to shout at him more but he moves onto his knees, tears dripping and pouring down his cheeks, begging for you to not leave.

"i know i'm a creep, a disgusting one at that, but please don't- please don't leave me, no one's been this nice and stayed with me for this long," he begs and continues to beg as you stand at the foot of his bed, watching as he took a hold of your forearms, rubbing circles into them.

you clasp a hand over his mouth as you coo, shushing him and smoothing over his hair with your other hand.

"my dirty, little stalker doesn't want me to go, but who said i was going to let you leave?" you then pull back on his hair, relishing in the guttural moan that is ripped from his throat, attaching your lips to his neck and climbing into lap, grinding down into the growing bulge in his sweats.

he moans out your name, hands finding purchase wherever he can, gripping your hip and your shoulder, trying to thrust up and meet your hips but you move your hands to hold his hips down.

"no, no, no, good boys take what they're given, that much you've proven, will," you murmur in his ear, slowing the rolls in your hips and watching him writhe beneath you.

"be a good boy for me, huh? are you my pretty boy?" he sobs out a yes as you grind down hard on his cock, the praise going straight to his dick as you mouth bruises into his neck. sucking particularly hard his hands come and circle around your waist, his head hanging onto your shoulder.

"please, please let me-"

"oh no, baby, tonight, it's all about you," you pause, standing up and hearing that beautiful whine pulled from his throat, "your punishment for being a dirty, little whore who wanted all my things for yourself, all of me without me." he shook his head, eyes barely opening as he reaches for you, but you've gone to his nightstand and pulled out the vibrator, turning it on and off and finding it surprisingly still working. well, not that surprising.

"now, you're gonna be a good boy and let me take care of you, or you can be alone," he reaches for you, begging you not to leave him and you can't say you weren't that affected.

something about this tall, greasy simp of a man, who stole your things and wears your old hoodie, begging for you not to go, it just settled nicely in the bottom of your stomach.

you weren't denying you were absolutely soaked by now, shoving your shorts off.

"please, i'll- your good boy, be so good for you-" he cuts himself off as you climb back to straddle his lap, this time rolling your hips once before you turn your vibrator on.

"good, so good for me," you hum as you place the vibrator between your panty-clad folds and his sweatpants-covered-cock. the vibrations sent you to a different plane as you grind into him, listening to the way he cried and the way his legs trembled.

you could tell the next moment, he was about to cum and well, you can't have that, not so soon. "ah, ah, ah," you breathe out, taking the vibe away as you lean back and away from his dick.

he lurched forward and his legs shake again as he's denied an orgasm, he cries out and into your neck.

"is my baby ready for ten more of these?" you ask him and his eyes snap wide open, meeting yours and when a moment passes and you press the vibe back against his dick, he whines.

you weren't kidding about before, it's been about an hour, you think, and he's buried his face in a pillow, crying from the over-stimulation and from not cumming.

you, yourself, have occupied your time with stretching yourself out, three fingers buried deep into your pussy and the sounds coming from it has will peeking out from the pillow, eyes sparkling with that crying glow.

taking your fingers out, and sticking them into his mouth, you move yourself over his lap, taking his cock in your hand as you rub it in between your folds. moaning, you move away as his hips jerk upwards, him biting and crying into his fist.

"my pretty baby, doing so well for me, gonna let me make you feel good? you gonna let me make you cum?" will nods his head and lets out the loudest moan you heard that day when you sink down on his cock.

buried to the hilt, he twitches inside you, and he's begging to cum, "'m gonna, 'm gonna cum, please, plea- need to, i need to cum in you," he begs and who are you to deny your pretty boy that?

"cum for me baby," you say, out of breath as you bounce on his cock, reveling in the slick sounds coming from between y'all. he does cum, hips thrusting upwards to bury himself in you, and you let him. but when you know he's all spent, you start to bounce on his cock, him crying from the over-sensitivity.

"just- just let me cum," you breathe out, balancing yourself with his shoulder and one hand rubbing circles into your clit, moans coming from your mouth as sobs leaves will's.

"oh- oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cry out, squeezing around will and falling on top of his chest.

breathing together, you let yourself have this moment before you get up and moves towards the bathroom. you hear him calling out for you as you grab a damp towel, some water, and a dry towel.

"did you think i was going to leave you, baby?" you ask, mostly not expecting an answer but turning to him as you run the damp cloth over his face and neck, he bit his lip.

"a little bit, yeah."

"well, don't think about that again, because as much as you're weird and steal my shit, you're still important to me," you tell me, "you're my pretty boy and you're going to stay that way."

when you finished cleaning him up and then cleaned yourself, you take the spot next to him and pull the covers over you two.

he leans into your side, pulling you into him, trying to get closer than close.

"you promise?"

you smile to yourself, thinking about having him all to yourself, "i promise."

[tartglias]

General relationship headcanons with genshin boys

“Since it's open, what about general headcanons for the boys? ;0 like what's it like to be with them for a headstart :D”

i was originally going to make six characters, then five, but then i accidentally deleted th draft and had to start all over again. i already feel bad for posting late so i’m sorry it’s just four and not five :( i’ll probably make a part 2 of these soon!!

characters: diluc, kaeya, scaramouche and xiao

Diluc

The beginning of the relationship was slow, painfully slow. So slow that a certain bard and the one and only Cavalry Captain had to step up, since neither of you would make the first step. Both of you were too scared of rejection, so you decided to swallow your feelings and “face” reality.

A few pick up lines over here, a jealousy scene over there, and the result was a very angry and flustered Diluc taking your hand and leading you upstairs for some privacy. It was then and there when he confessed his feelings for you, a sigh of relief leaving him when you reciprocated.

Both of you are private people, so you decided that keeping the relationship away from the public eye would be the best option. Sure, affection was reduced to an extent but that doesn’t mean that the relationship lacks love!

Affection in public meant exchanging soft glances and shy smiles from across the room, interlocking of pinkies and stealing kisses when nobody was looking. Very rarely, when he was feeling wild and desperate, he would drag you to somewhere secluded and push you (gently) to the nearest wall, caging you in between his arms as you wrapped your hands around his waist. Then, he kissed you slow and passionately.

Behind closed doors, the story was different. There wasn’t a single moment in which his hands weren’t touching your skin, or your hands weren’t playing with his hair as you kissed him passionately to compensate for the lost time. A kiss here, a kiss there. Again and again. A kiss for every hour you couldn’t spend together.

You found out about Diluc’s nightly activities rather quickly. It happened on a night in which he came back home slightly injured and breathless. When you questioned him, he simply said that some treasure hoarders ambushed him, but you knew he was lying. You could tell. Diluc soon realized there was no point in lying to you, so he told you his identity as the Darknight Hero.

Overall, your relationship may have started in a messy way, Diluc sometimes wishes he could have confessed in a different and more appropiate way. Your relationship may also be quiet, but quiet doesn’t mean that it lacks love. You both spend late nights and mornings in each others arms whispering sweet nothings. And your relationship may be scary at times, you often feared that he wont come back home one day. But you also know he always does, and you trust him every moment of the day. And he feels the same way. He doesn’t trust people easily, he rarely lets people in. But you are different, you make him feel different. He trusts you more than anything in the world.

Kaeya

It was no secret that Kaeya was a flirt. A few compliments over here, a charming smile over there and that was basically the formula to have most people in Mondstadt wrapped around his finger. Most people... except you. With a shy smile and an evident blush on your cheeks you were always fast to dismiss it and laugh it off. “You shouldn’t go saying those things” you used to say.

It started with a desire to make you swoon, it was like a goal for him. But eventually, he caught feelings and you were the one who made him swoon. So one day, he had enough. He wanted to confess and tell you how he actually feels.

And so he did, yet somehow you still thought it was a joke. “Kaeya you can’t say those things as a joke... someone will actually fall for it” you said, looking down at your feet as your heart started beating faster and faster by second. “I’m not joking, y/n. That’s how I truly and deeply feel about you” he said, taking your hand and placing it on his chest so you could feel how fast his heart was beating as well.

The closest word to describe your relationship with Kaeya would be that it was like an adventure, interesting and fun. You’re bored? He would take you to explore interesting (and safe) places he encountered while on his commissions. You’re sad? Nothing like him dragging you to the very top of the Cathedral and hugging you close to him as you both watch the sunset wouldn’t solve.

Kaeya’s kisses can be either quick or desperate and hungry, yet passionate. The first case usually happened whenever you two were in public, though he doesn’t have a problem with PDA. If it were up to him, he would spend every second of the day kissing you. But you’re both busy people so most times one of you is in a hurry. The second case happens when either one of you come home after a long day. It starts slow, maybe a few pecks here and there, but soon enough he picks up the pace. One hand around your waist, keeping you close to his body, and his other hand on your face, deepening the kiss. It always leaves you breathless, and he takes those few seconds you take to catch air to kiss your jaw and neck. He loves you and your body, he could spend a lifetime worshipping it.

Insecurity was somewhat a problem in the relationship, from both sides. On his side, he sometimes worried that you would get tired of him and slip away, just like most people in his life. And on your side, you feared that he would find someone who was braver, prettier and more skilled than you. But at the end of the day, even if there were times in which you argued over this problem, you both would always come home to each other. Nights would be spent in each other’s arms, constantly reassuring each other that you’re both here to stay.

Overall, dating Kaeya isn’t easy. You knew this the moment you both confessed. But it is worth it, no one makes you feel like he does, no one makes you swoon and laugh like him. And no one, and I mean, not a single person in Teyvat, could make Kaeya happier.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche was angry, to say the least. How dare you, a fellow Fatui Harbinger who he had to see almost daily, make his heart beat fast and legs shake? Why was he feeling like this? So stupid?

He thought your confession was part of a game, a dare. He saw you laughing with Childe a few moments before, and not that he would ever admit it, in fact he would rather lose his Vision and die than admit it, but he was a little bit jealous of the scene. He wanted to make you laugh like that, he wanted to make you blush and he wanted to have your heart. The moment you confessed, he was angry. He was sure it was a dare and Childe’s plan to make fun of him, but he quickly regretted it once he saw your sad face. “No, leave” he had said. Your shy smile dropped instantly and you slowly nodded, turning around and starting to walk away. His mouth opened before he could actually stop and think of what to do. “Do you mean it?” he asked. “Do you actually like me? It’s not a dare?” “Why would it be a dare? Scaramouche, I’ve liked you for a while now, everyone knows but you” you said, facing him once again only to find him trying to hide away the strong blush on his face. “Then... I think I like you too” he said, not daring to look at you.

Scaramouche was a harsh and jealous lover, he wanted you for himself. Fights were normal in your relationship, words without real meaning would be thrown at each other all the time. Yet, neither of you walked away. Neither of you verbally apologized for the harsh words either, but instead, you would let your actions apologize for you. Normal fights would be due to his jealousy, you spending a little too much time with Childe or other Harbingers for his liking. Yes, he knows you love him and yes, he knows that he is better than everyone else there. But he also knows he’s not the most liked person among the Fatui, and often worried that you would soon agree with people who said that. After taking a deep breath of air, you would drag him to bed and hold him close to you. His arms around your waist as he snuggled closer to you and buried his face on your neck. You hold him for a few hours while whispering soft promises of love and endless praise, reassuring him that you are not going anywhere anytime soon. “Don’t worry, you’ll have to put up with me for a long, long while” you whispered as you kissed his forehead. “I wouldn’t have it any other way” he whispered back.

Contrary to popular belief and also to his personality, his kisses are soft and unsure. He doesn’t have a lot of experience in this area, so his kisses tend to be short yet soft. Mostly in private as well, since he would rather die than let his underlings see this side of him. He would wrap his arms around your waist, probably as he makes a teasing comment about how desperate you are or how much you probably missed him, and then kissed your lips. He is fascinated by the way your lips feel against his, he gets drunk by the feeling.

Overall, your relationship with Scaramouche is wild, to say the least. One moment you’re yelling at each other, ready to fight and the next one you’re holding him close as he whispered protection promises and kissed your neck. But despite all the problems you both encountered, you’re always there for each other. You rely on him and he relies on you, and that’s enough.

Xiao

“What’s this?” He asked you as you slowly pulled away from him. “A kiss” “Disgusting. Do it again” He said, pulling you back to him with one hand as the other rested on your waist. You smiled through the kiss, and he felt like all his pain and karma vanished. After a while, you pulled away. “Again” he said, chasing your lips before crashing them with his in another soft yet desperate kiss. You giggled and pulled away. “I need to breathe” you said, chuckling at sight of his lips pouting. “Why”

The first time you met, he saved you from treasure hoarders. But before you could thank him, he disappeared. You didn’t know who your savior was, so you tried your best to remember the mask that was on his face. You didn’t see him again, until you found yourself in Wantshu Inn after a long day of commissions far away from your home in Liyue Harbor. You needed rest, but the clear night and stars were calling for you, and before you noticed you were at the top floor of the inn. That’s where you saw him, and for reasons he doesn’t understand, he didn’t leave. He remained sat on the floor, looking at the sky as his legs were hanging from the edge. “Isn’t it pretty? I barely see stars as clear as these back home” you said to the stranger from a close yet appropriate distance. He didn’t reply, he didn’t look at you, but he knew who you were. He remembered you from the time he saved you. Next thing you noticed was the mask that was on the floor next to him. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped. “You’re... the one who saved me” you said, shock flooding your face. He rolled his eyes in response, can’t he be left alone? “I never got to thank you so... thank you” you simply said, a soft expression replacing your shocked one.

You started dropping by Wangshu Inn a bit more often, whenever your time and commissions allowed you too. And every time you brought different kinds of foods to offer to Xiao, no one ever telling you that his favorite was Almond Tofu. He found it annoying at first, but soon enough got used to it. The day you brought Almond Tofu though, he almost smiled. Almost. His expressions as he ate the offering didn’t go unnoticed by you, and quickly learnt that it was his favorite.

After a while he started looking forward to your visits, but if someone ever asked him about it, he would just say it wasn’t because of you, it was for the almond tofu offering. You started spending more time with him, even though he barely opened his mouth and you did all the talking. He found you amusing, truly. Something about you, made him feel funny inside. And that scared him.

Your relationship started with a kiss. “Again” he would say. “Again” he would repeat whenever you broke away to breathe. This was new to him, and he knew it was wrong since he is who he is and could harm you at any second, but he was addicted. He was addicted to your kisses, to your touches. He got drunk by the feeling you gave him, not wanting to ever let go. “Let go, let go of them. You’ll only harm them” he kept repeating to himself in his mind, but his body moved by itself, pulling you closer to him. He was addicted, and he knew it was bad.

There weren’t many arguments in your relationship, maybe a few over you taking dangerous commissions, but other than that it was full of affection. Affection used to be a strange concept for Xiao, who once was determined that it’s better for everyone if he stayed away. But then you appeared, and no one ever made him feel the way you did. He started yearning for your touches and he looked forward to you coming back to him so he could kiss you. You were better than any medicine Zonghli could ever give him, you made his pain ease. And as you were wrapped in his arms watching the stars at the top floor of the Inn, he made a promise. A promise of protection and love, he would never let anyone or anything harm you, and even if you die of old age he would still love you for centuries to come, and he will find you again in your next life.

Overall, your relationship with Xiao started slowly, but soon grew more and more with each passing day. He trusts you almost as much as he trusts Rex Lapis, and he would always watch you closely whenever you go out on a commissions. How did you get so lucky?

[missblissy]

Hi!! I want some pain so the Hurt/comfort post, about Alastor x reader with 1, 2, 4, 12??

((Of course Nonny!! Sorry for such a wait!! I've got a lot of these to work on lol. REMEMBER!! REQUEST ARE CLOSED RIGHT NOW, EVERYONE!! IF YOU SEND ONE IN I WILL NOT DO IT! I've had a few other people send some in and I'm sorry to say I have to delete them. I do not have any more room to take any more prompt requests. Thank you everyone for understanding! NOW.... Enjoy the Modern!AU Angst >:D))

1: “We need to stop the bleeding – now!” 2: “I hate to see you hurt like this.” 4: “I want to help you, so please let me.” 12: “You’re normally the tough guy. Today, let me be tough for the both of us.”

Something about today had felt off. Ever since you woke up, it just felt... not right. As if your mind already knew what was going to happen before it actually did. But no one can really know that for sure. That's why it's called a gut feeling. And that feeling told you that today... You might just die.

You've tasted blood before. But for some reason this time it tasted sweet, rather than bitter, and full of iron. There wasn't much for you to focus on other than the lights from the ceiling flickering over your head. You faintly heard a doctor screaming, "We need to stop the bleeding! BP is dropping- Let's go! Now!"

How did you end up here again, violently broken and bleeding out? Oh, that's right... You were driving home after work. It was another late shift during the dead hours of the night. Drunk drivers were often out during these hours of the night. One just so happened to hit you, and now you're here in a hospital.

You just wanted to go home and sleep. You wanted to lay beside your husband and not have to worry about anything. That was not your case, however. And instead, you tried your best to speak. A nurse who was pushing you along the gurney said, "It's alright, we'll help you, you're safe now." But all you wanted to do was ask about your husband. For someone to tell him what was going on. You were sure he was at home, sleeping soundly and without a clue what had happened.

And Alastor wouldn't find out until the next morning. He'd wake up to several missed calls from dozens of people and some he didn't even know. This man didn't even get dressed. He ran out of the house still in his pajamas and floored it to the hospital. Along the way there, Alastor would throw a massive fit. He'd smash his hands on the steering wheel, beating himself up over not getting there sooner.

He'd curse and swear and honestly drive like a maniac. Every red light he got caught at only made him angrier with the world. His tires would spin and shoot smoke the second the light flickered green and off he rushed again.

Luckily, you were out of surgery long before Alastor got to the hospital. A nurse walked him to your room, and he found himself staring at a sight he'd never imagine. You were broken beyond belief. The nurse gave Alastor a sorry look, "Everything's stable, for now," The nurse said, "But...." She shook her head, "It was one of the worse car accidents we've ever seen. We did everything we could-"

"Coma..." Alastor said the single word, "Induced or?" The nurse shook her head.

"Brain damage, though there is still plenty of brain activity," That was good to hear. It meant you weren't brain dead... yet. The nurse gave him a sorry look, then with a nod of her head, she left him there. Alastor slowly walked into your room and closed the door behind him. He even turned all the blinds so no one could see in the little windows from the hallways. Everything felt wrong.

He stood at your bedside. Taking in everything. The tubes, the machines, the wires. Almost immediately he felt his eyes burn with the threat of tears. And when he placed a hand on your cheek he couldn't stop the waves of them rushing down his face.

The sheer pain of the situation made Alastor sob like a child for the first time in his adult life. He sat down beside you and grabbed your hand, "Dammit..." He squeezed tightly, "Dammit!" He let out a little shout and brought your hand to his cheek, "I hate this-" He let out a small cry, "I hate to see you like this, my poor dear-"

He couldn't stop the waves of tears sobbing from his eyes. He'd never let himself cry like this before, but he felt like if he didn't cry, he wouldn't have the chance to later. With anger, he ran a hand over his face, aggressively wiping his tears. He threw his glasses off his face and they clinked to the floor. Alastor's fingers ringed into his hair as he let out another sob and pushed his bangs out of his face. He had completely lost all of his composure. Every part of him was breaking down.

Alastor sat down in the chair by your bedside and buried his head in one of his hands. With his other hand, he still held firm to yours. His fingers dug into your skin as let out another sob, "Please-" He hiccuped, "Please...!" He looked up at your unconscious face with watery dark eyes, "Please be okay," He whispered the words out quickly as he brought your hand to his lips, "Please let me help you-" He spoke the words against your skin, "I want to help you- Please let me... Just!" He paused for another quick sob, "Please just give me a sign your still in there..."

He was never a man to pray to any kind of god. He didn't believe there was one, to begin with. But Alastor found himself praying, hoping that anything would happen. He couldn't lose you, and certainly not like this. You never sign any DNR papers or made it clear to your doctors that you didn't want to be resuscitated. But you did tell Alastor if there ever came a day that you needed machines to keep you alive, you had asked him to pull the plug.

With the weight of what was once just a silly conversation that had now come true, Alastor found himself drowning in misery. He rested his head on the back of your hand as sat in his chair. He looked at his glasses on the ground as tears splattered around them, "I don't want to kill you," He whispered with a cry, "I don't want to unplug you if there is a chance you'll come out of this."

The stone-cold silence lasted only a second between the beats of your heart monitor. A beep, then silence. Another beep, then silence again. Alastor found himself swelling with rage and anger, but mostly sadness. He shook his head slowly as he stared at the ground. This can't be happening... He thought This has to be a dream... This-

Something sounded off. The beeps were getting... faster? Alastor looked up and stared at the monitors. He didn't understand any of them, there were so many, but something was happening. He watched numbers flicker and change when suddenly he felt a tug at his hand.

You didn't make a sound or hardly move but you're squeezed his hand. Alastor had never been so hopeful for something so small. He shot out of his chair with enough force to tip it over behind him.

"Darling!?" Alastor firmly gripped your hand and leaned over you. He let his free hand brush your hair out of your face as he asked, "Darling, please, for the love of god- Can you hear me?"

He waited, and waited some more. Suddenly her felt your hand squeeze him again while he searched your face for any signs, "oh my god-" He whispered to himself as he watched your face twitch with pain before your eyes flickered open. With lightning speed Alastor ran to the door of your room and swung it open, "Someone get a nurse!" He shouted into the hallway, "Please!" He ignored most of the odd stares he was getting.

It wasn't a second later that a small team of nurses rushed in to check on you. You had certainly woken up and the tubes down your throat were not comfortable at all. The intubation tubes were removed, along with the feeding tubes, while others updated your stats. Alastor waited nervously in the corner of the room as he watched a team of people work over you. He felt so helpless that he couldn't watch for long. He'd leave the room and wait in the hallway, trying his best to ignore the painful coughs and groans as tubes were pulled out of your throat.

When the nurses left, Alastor quickly went back into the room and to your side. You had only just started breathing on your own again. It was much harder to breathe than ever before, but you still managed. You were still groggy, swore, and very much in pain. Despite this, you still let the smallest and weakest smile crawl along your lips, "Hey..." Was the first thing you said to your husband.

You watched as Alastor's eyes flickered all over your form. From the casts, the pins, the cuts, and bruises. He searched your face for serval minutes than began a weak laugh that sounded similar to a cry, "H-hey..." He said with a long sigh, he even tried to wear a smile that just didn't sit right on his face.

"Al..." You raised a weak and tired hand to his face. He immediately pressed his cheek into the palm of your hand and shook his head, "I'm sorry," You said. But you had nothing to be sorry for, you didn't cause this or intend for it to happen.

He couldn't say anything, Alastor was too caught up with his feelings. You watched him break down all over again as if he was still living with the fear that you might die, "Hey- hey," You raised your hand slightly and made him look at you, "I'm alright," It was hard to see him so broken down like this, "I'm okay, I'm here." You reassured him, "I'm not going anywhere."

Alastor shook his head quickly as if he didn't want to bother you with his feelings. He sucked in a quick gasp for air then sobbed out, "I'm not strong enough to deal with something like this- Ever-.... I can't lose you." He said quickly.

You couldn't really scoot over but thankfully the bed was rather large. You gave Alastor's arm a tug and he quickly climb in and curled up beside you. He was careful to stay clear of any broken bones as he made himself comfortable.

You stared at the ceiling while Alastor shut his eyes and buried himself into the crook of your neck, you used your free hand to comb his hair despite the pain it caused you to move, "That's alright," You finally told him, "No one is strong enough to deal with something like this. You're normally so tough and good at hiding your emotions. But you don't have to do that. I'm alive, I lived, I can be tough enough for the both of us, even if it's just for today."

Alastor curled himself as close as he could beside you. He wanted nothing more than to hide and forget about this day, he knew how impossible that was but he still wanted it. You could feel his tears running from his face and onto your skin. He couldn't stop crying when normally he never cried. He didn't even cry at his mother's funeral. Even though you were the one in the car accident, somehow you felt that Alastor was in the most pain.

"Please don't ever leave me," His voice was raspy and broken as he spoke against the skin of your neck.

With a sad and sorry look on your face, you did your best to pull him closer and wrap your arm around him. You pressed your forehead against his and you felt a set of tears drop from your eyes. You did your best to smile as you spoke, "I won't," You promised, "I'll never leave you, I'll always be here."

[blueteller]

“Trash of the Count’s Family” Review Series: Chapter 8

Trash of the Count’s Family Manhwa: Chapter 8

(This is actually the second time I'm writing this chapter's review, because Tumblr glitched out on me at the last second and deleted all of my work before I could post it. I tried to replicate it but I'm sure I missed some things – so this is the shorter, less detailed version. Sorry about that.)

We start off with Cale noticing how Ron apparently has been feeding Choi Han well (suuure Cale, you don't care at all about the well-being of this protagonist, you're just using him… uhuh, I totally believe you), and how apparently Choi Han, Beacrox/Vicross – depending on translation – and Ron are all getting along (suuure Cale 🤣).

Then we get an adorable, sincere face of Choi Han who wants to repay Cale for his kindness. I honestly adore Choi Han's design, it's simple but it's just so cute.

Cale notices how the events are gradually diverting from "The Birth of a Hero" (TBOAH) story-line, and how much more they will change when he goes to the capital. He puts a page on the table and starts "interviewing" Choi Han: he asks him whether he can protect. Choi Han is surprised at the question.

Cale thinks on how he can profit from the current situation and we get the first "no-eyes" shot of this chapter – only 1/5 awkwardness rating, since I barely caught it. Cale is planning on taking the "Ancient Powers" before Choi Han and his companions from TBOAH can get them. Honestly speaking, when I first read this part, it made me think Cale really isn't a selfless person, just like his inner narrator kept insisting. However, we will soon find out that despite Cale framing it in such a selfish manner – coming in and stealing other people's good luck before they can get it – he admits to the audience that "they won't need them anyway". Turns out Ancient Powers really are supposed to be minor power-ups, which didn't serve a larger purpose in the original story-line. In retrospection, Cale really has a tendency of framing his "misdeeds" as if they're the ultimate proof that he absolutely cannot be a good person, while downplaying all of his acts of charity and selflessness as if they didn't matter. What a charming hypocrite you are, Cale…

Anyway, Cale continues the interview. Choi Han doubts himself, because of course he does – he just failed to save the entire village of people who were like family to him. Then Cale asks him if he can kill. Choi Han naturally responds yes. He did kill all the assassins, after all. Cale tells him that he can protect as well, then. Choi Han says that would be difficult. But Cale responds that "difficult doesn't mean impossible".

We are reminded about Kim Rok Soo's backstory of a difficult past as a poor orphan. It's the reason he's so happy that he got transmigrated as a rich trash/lout like OG Cale. But now Cale faces an obstacle to his desired peaceful life, so he needs Choi Han to get through it – naturally ignoring the fact that by doing so, he's helping Choi Han with his problems as well.

(...And getting involved in the very plot he didn't want to get involved with from the start – but as we've established by now, our MC's self-awareness is equal to that of a potato sometimes 😂)

Choi Han smiles as he agrees with Cale and ahhh, why is he so cute?? I wanna squish that over-century-old teenager's cheeks! 🤗

Then Cale finishes off the interview by asking Choi Han his name. He knows it by now, obviously, but he wants to hear it from Choi Han himself. I'm not 100% sure how to interpret Cale gesture here – if maybe that's some Korean culture aspect that I'm missing – but if I had to guess… I think that's his way of showing respect? Like, accepting Choi Han as a proper employee. Which is just so wholesome of Cale. He really has no idea what a nice guy he is.

When Choi Han asks "You don't know my name?", we get a long-distance image where we can still clearly see Choi Han and Cale's expression. So that's very nice. Unfortunately, we get another "no-eyes" shot from Cale in the very next panel, and it's reaaally noticeable and obvious, so I'm giving it a 4/5.

But Choi Han's happy smile as he reaches out to Cale is great. And the way the hands are drawn is fantastic, as always. So an awkward panel here and there is a small price to pay, I think.

Now that our main heroes finally introduced themselves and Cale officially hired Choi Han, Cale passes him the page we saw at the beginning. Choi Han reads two names on it: Rosalyn and Lock/Lark – once again, depends on translation.

We get some exposition on the new characters (whose eyes are covered, but since they count as "mysterious, yet-to-be-revealed characters", I'm giving it a pass): Rosalyn is a princess who survived an assassination attempt, as well as an incredible mage who would lead the strongest Magic Tower in the future. Lock/Lark is the heir and only survivor of the Blue Wolf Tribe, who can transform into a powerful beastman through "berserk transformation".

Cale get chills as he remembers how TBOAH, Beacrox/Vicross would torture those who tried to assassinate Rosalyn. That panel is surprisingly bloody, considering how earlier all violent scenes got significantly censored… I'm really impressed! It looks scary and gory, but it's amazing. Such a minor scene got so much detail, the artist is really someone special.

(Also, Cale's disturbed expression is quite hilarious, not gonna lie 😏)

With another "no-eyes" shot (let's give it a 2/5) Cale says it's a good thing Choi Han can read, and before anyone can accuse him of being patronizing – that's a valid concern, since education doesn't seem to be a requirement among peasantry in this world. Cale is actually being very clever by staying in-character as a noble – from that point of view, Choi Han's ability to read wasn't guaranteed at all.

Next, Cale pulls out a map and – wait… seriously? The map of the continent? Cale, wasn't there any smaller-scale maps?? I'm pretty sure a country map would be enough! Or is this "subtle" exposition for the audience? ...Or maybe since this map will be used more in the future, the artist just didn't bother with a country-sized map, since they would have to make up a lot of towns or something.

Either way – we get what I think is our first close look at this world's layout. Cale points at the right middle side, so this is where this country (yet unnamed at this point, I believe) is located on the continent. The castle in the middle apparently symbolizes the capital, where Cale is going. The buildings at the North-East stand for the Henituse territory, their journey's starting point. Cale plans on taking Choi Han with him part of the way, before splitting up. There is a reason for that.

We get some more exposition: in TBOAH, there was a villain Marquis/Marquess – again, depending on translation. Both are accurate nobility titles, one rank before the Duke position. That person served as an antagonist to Choi Han and the crown prince. He also raised a "crazy dragon".

Then we get more TBOAH story content: a dragon, less than 5 years old, was tortured in an attempt to tame it. However, it broke free and went berserk (or more accurately, into "mana explosion state", since the "berserk state" is solely for the Beast People), killing innocent villagers. Choi Han fought the dragon and killed it out of mercy.

Now lets get into the most interesting topic to discuss this chapter: the visual representation of the dragon's rampage.

I admit, the first time I read this I totally missed the part about the dragon being only 4. The way this sequence was shown in the Manhwa made me believe this was an adult dragon. It isn't a spoiler to say that wasn't the case since the age is right there: also, at the beginning we were told that Choi Han has been gifted "the lifespan of a dragon, making him pretty much never age". Based on that information, it's obvious that dragons are VERY long lived, so less than 5 years makes it a kid, if not an infant. In the novel we get even more information: the dragon was small, about 1 meter (about 3.3 feet) in length and described as very cute.

So here's the question: why was this dragon drawn like an adult?

When I started writing this review, I thought perhaps it was hidden for a future twist: the Manhwa-only readers would expect a huge, scary beast, and would get a surprise in the form of a small adorable baby later on – just like I did, when I read it for the first time.

I even came up with a theory how such a thing could canonically make sense – the dragon growing in size so much while going berserk. In some lore we will get much, much later, we find out that dragons go through sudden growth phases, instead of growing gradually. If the dragon broke free by cutting through some of its life force… that means it could have forcefully sped up its growth, with potentially very deadly consequences. So this change isn't necessarily a plot-hole or anything.

However, the more I thought about it… I realized what was likely the true reason.

The reason I'm content with this representation of the scene, is that aside from being very well-drawn and dramatic... I didn't want to see a baby get murdered on screen. But what if the artist's reason was the same? It is a form of censorship, in a way – just like drawing less blood in a village massacre.

...Or maybe it's because it's all Cale's imagination and he just thinks dragons are scary 😅 Who knows!

Back to the chapter – Cale knows he can't avoid the village where that event took place, since it's on his way to the capital. He plans on either having Choi Han take care of the dragon again, or releasing it before it can go crazy. I think we all know where this is going… 😏

Cale tells Choi Han to bring Rosalyn and Lock/Lark to the capital as repayment. Choi Han asks if his job is to protect them. Cale tells him to "do whatever he wants", which is especially sweet since it's 100% sincere sentiment from Cale that will repeat a lot in the future. Cale believes in the freedom of choice for his allies; so even though he manipulates people and lies sometimes, he never forces them to act against their will or judgment. He's sending Choi Han to meet Rosalyn and Lock/Lark like he did in TBOAH, but he doesn't force him to form a relationship with them – they don't need his protection, they're powerful and capable people in their own right. (And Cale's unconditional belief in their abilities will cause a lot of beautiful misunderstandings in the future… 😂)

Cale also tells Choi Han to come to the capital uninjured – because he needs him healthy for the plan, of course! It's not like he cares for his well-being or anything… 🤣

Once Choi Han confirms that he can protect himself, Cale finally dismisses him (with a beautifully-drawn hand btw) and tells him to keep their discussion a secret. Choi Han says "I know" and leaves.

After a lovely transition of a starry night with a full moon above the Henituse mansion… we see Cale speaking with the Count, requesting money (because of course he is, lol). Deruth agrees without hesitation, showing once more he is a very generous father. We get 3 "no-eyes" shots one after another: Deruth, Cale & Ron, and separately I'd give them 1, 3 & 2, maybe... but together like that… mm… I'm giving those the first 5/5 awkwardness rating. That was just too many in too little space, you can't just not notice it.

We see Cale chilling in bed with his money check, with Ron serving him lemon tea, "made especially for him, for a good night's sleep". Allow me to remind you that Cale shares taste with OG Cale and dislikes sour things and likes sweet things instead. Also, Ron absolutely knows about that. He's just being a jerk on purpose 😂

Before he leaves, Ron also tells Cale to "remember that he is always right beside him", and I'm not sure he intends it to sound like a threat… but Cale sure hears it that way, judging from his expression! The relationship between this two really is comedy gold.

Now Cale is really set on sending off that sly assassin and his son with Choi Han in the future. Good thing they're all getting along well... Riiiight, Cale?? 🤣

And thats the chapter! Despite those "no-eyes" shots, there were so many beautiful panels with amazing expressions and detailed imagery, I really enjoyed it. Not to mention the humor. And my favorite dragon finally showing up! I really love this story.

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[venusiangguk]

may we see the fight tae oc scene pls pls please!!! u can delete later🤔🤔🤔🤔😳😳😳😳 i’m really curious. i mean ofc u don’t have to. still 😧🙃

idealizations concerning real life relations: deleted scene

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / icrlr!couple

>>genre: fwb, angst, rated PG

>>word count: 2.5k

>>warnings: alcohol, implied smut

>>notes: this is a deleted scene from icrlr, that i omitted simply because of the length of the final fic!! feel free to skip or ignore, it doesn't change anything, but since u guys are curious about it, i'll post it as a lil ty for helping me hit that milestone <3 it takes place after the tattoo party scene, and before the lecture scene.

this does NOT provide an alternative ending.

>>summary: taehyung tries to make you see things for what they really are, but it's hard to see through the rose colored glasses.

Winter break has been long awaited and it is finally, finally here. The snow has coated the ground thick, making the town look like a winter wonderland. The air is sharp and cold but not to a miserable extent. Just chilly enough to bundle up, to hold a hand a little tighter and soak up their warmth.

Your favorite season is fall, but the later months are a close second. You love seeing the way everyone’s faces get red when snow flurries come down to kiss their nose and cheeks. Love the way pom poms bounce atop little hats as children play and have snowball fights. Winter is surprisingly one of the warmest, sweetest times of the year. Like the hot coco Jeongguk has been swapping your regular macchiato with lately.

There’s a greatly anticipated party tonight- a mashup of Taehyung’s birthday and New Year’s Eve. Anticipated for the simple fact that said birthday boy has steadily been ignoring you for weeks, and tonight was a night where he couldn’t evade your attempts of reconciliation. He hasn’t returned a single call or even sent a text back. You can’t even be mad at him really, you know it’s justified. You know you fucked up. The coffee date you had with Yoongi last week let you know what you did.

Over an iced coffee, you learned that you had unintentionally skipped out on your best friend's Winter Showcase. The important one that he mentioned multiple times. The one you promised to attend no matter what.

It wasn’t on purpose; you wanted to go, to support him. But you just got caught up. In life, in school, in Jeongguk. It happens.

When Yoongi asked you why you had missed it, when he told you how hurt Taehyung was by your absence, your heart dropped, sank deep within your chest as your mouth fell open before closing, a small pursed frown on your lips. You didn’t have a good excuse. You went to get tattoos with Jeongguk and then to a party where you fucked him, and then home after that? You were too tired to make it? You just simply forgot? Those excuses weren’t good enough for you and you knew they wouldn’t be good enough for Taehyung.

Whereas Yoongi was okay with distance, long periods in between hanging out and talking, Taehyung wasn’t. He was the kind of friend that needed support, reassurance that you cared. He liked quality time and hangs outs that were planned ahead so he could look forward to them. He was looking forward to you being at his showcase.

The party is packed, even more so than usual. Students, drop-outs, alumni, and randoms alike, all congregate to bring in the new year, to celebrate the end of finals, and a certain art majors birthday. Bodies are on bodies, music is loud and deafening. Cups, bottles, and small baggies litter the floor and the smell of weed is nauseating.

Jeongguk’s hand in yours is sweet, though. Enough to ebb the distaste in your mouth as you watch the stereotypical disaster that is a college party.

“I’m going to go find the drinks, okay?” you lie, squeezing Jeongguk’s hand lightly.

He squeezes back, kisses the side of your head as he says, “Bring me one back too?”

You nod, and slip out of his view. Scanning the crowd until you see a familiar face.

Jimin is laughing, red cup in his hand, eyes curled and happy. He’s sitting on the arm of a couch, legs swinging as he laughs with a group of people. He takes a drink from his cup and let’s his eyes roam the room like he’s looking for someone.

The way his face changes when he sees you approaching is like a punch in the gut. It goes from happy, and carefree to stony- only a small, irritated, close-lipped smile on his face. Eyes harsh and cold, no longer holding the mirth they were just seconds ago. He says nothing when you step in front of him, he just looks you over like he’s bored and waiting for you to get on with it so he can be done with it.

You shift on your feet under his scrutiny. “Where’s Tae?” you ask.

Jimin narrows his eyes at you and tilts his head. “Now you want to know where he is? Haven’t been concerned with his whereabouts for months. Definitely weren’t worried about it last week.”

You wince but carry on swiftly. “Listen, I know I fucked up. I’m here to apologize.” You look at him expectantly, but he holds his ground. When he doesn’t falter, you resort to begging, “Please, Jimin. He’s my best friend… I miss him.”

You must look pitiful, because Jimin’s indifferent facade fades, and he clicks his tongue like he’s annoyed at himself for giving into you. “He’s getting us drinks in the kitchen.”

A smile takes over your face as you rush out a ‘thank you’, quickly turning on your heel to head in the opposite direction, before Jimin calls after you.

“Yeah?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him.

“If he’s your best friend, maybe treat him like it, yeah?”

You continue to the kitchen without replying, and you can’t help the little simmer of annoyance that bubbles in your chest. Taehyung has been your best friend for years. And even though Jimin had a point, who was he to tell you anything about yours and Taehyung’s friendship?

Before the thought can fester, however, you see the boy you came looking for, two bottles of vodka in his hand like he’s trying to decide which to use. You see the little party hat atop his shaggy hair before anything else and your heart aches a little. You really did miss him. He lets out a small annoyed sound, and knowing him, he’s probably trying to figure out which has the highest alcohol percentage. You come up next to him, and say his name gently. He jumps, but when he realizes it’s you, the ghost of a smile curls on his lips like he’s happy to see you.

Until it’s replaced with resentment just as quickly. His sharp eyes squint at you before turning back to the bottles in his hands, scowl still in place.

“So you decided you could pencil me in between getting your heart toyed with and your back blown out?” He gives you a side glance and sees how your jaw drops in surprise. He carries on, unbothered. “Or did this just work out because it coincides with New Year’s and because he was invited? Only because he’s Jimin’s friend might I add.”

“Tae-” you try, doing your best to keep the hurt whine out of your tone.

“Save it, __. I don’t want to hear the excuses you have. Just-” he looks at you again, and you think that maybe he softens when he sees your crestfallen features. He sighs like he’s tired. “Just leave me alone. Just for a bit, okay? I’ll get over it eventually,” he finishes, finally deciding on the vodka he wants.

You know his request isn't unreasonable. But it’s already been so long that the distance in your friendship has been eating away at it, that you’re scared ‘eventually’ might take too long and by the time he comes around, there won’t be much of a friendship left. That the damage done, will be irreparable.

“Tae… It’s already been months, can’t we-”

Like night and day, the softness that you were able to pull out of him is immediately replaced with that resentment and anger you were met with when you first stepped into the kitchen.

“Yeah,” he seethes, strong brows furrowed. “And whose fault is that?”

His words are sharp and the sting from them makes you take a step back. That is, until you feel anger of your own creep up your throat like venom. “You’re one to talk, Taehyung. You could have reached out to me, too. You’re no better than me when you’re in a relationship.”

He groans, gives an exasperated laugh before shrugging. “You know what? Maybe I am just as bad as you, but at least I’m actually in a relationship,” he spits, “You’re just fucking someone that doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

You know he’s hurt because of the distance. That he doesn’t intend to be so mean. But that doesn’t make it hurt any less, and it doesn’t stop the angry tears from pooling in your eyes.

And although you’re angry, almost shaking with rage at the feeling of being cornered and blamed, your heart aches at hearing his words.

Jimin, who started seeing Taehyung after you started seeing Jeongguk, had already made your friend official. Had given him the title, the commitment, the relationship that you had been patiently and understandingly waiting for with Jeongguk. The bitterness that bleeds into your heart makes you feel gross and ugly.

You know what they say; that labels are superficial and don’t mean that much. But when you don’t have them? It makes you wonder. If a label really isn’t that important, like everyone says, why is Jeongguk so reluctant to give one to you?

“Jimin’s your boyfriend?” you whisper.

Taehyung gives you a short nod. “Month and half ago. You would’ve known if you got your head out of Jeongguk’s ass.”

Almost like he was summoned, the topic of debate waltz into the room, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He nuzzles into your neck.

It’s instinctual now, the way your body responds to him. The way you melt into his chest like second-nature, how your hands settle over his like they are keeping them in place. How immediately in his presence you feel calmer; the panicky, hurt feeling you were experiencing moments ago vanishing as if it were just a fleeting thought and not something that’s always in the back of your head.

Not in a possessive, ‘I need him to be mine’ kind of way, though.

More like, ‘Why won’t he be mine?’

“Hi,” he murmurs into your neck.

“Hi, baby,” you respond softly, out of habit. The room shirks around you whenever he’s near. Makes you feel like you’re in your own bubble with him.

Jeongguk’s about to reply, ask where the drinks are, but then he hears an annoyed scoff sound in front of you both. Jeongguk bristles as he looks up and sees Taehyung taking a big swig from his cup.

“Uh- am I interrupting? Should I go?” he asks hesitantly, looking between you and your friend.

“No-” you say at the same time that Taehyung says, “Yes.”

You cringe, and turn in Jeongguk’s arms, hands resting on his chest. “Just give me a couple more minutes okay? I’ll bring the drinks.”

Jeongguk searches your eyes, before looking at Taehyung one last time before giving you a stern nod and a quick kiss.

You turn back to Taehyung, ready to apologize for Jeongguk’s interruption, when he talks over you.

“You’re pathetic,” he starts, and you roll your eyes with an irritated sigh before he continues, “but I know you love him. And that you can’t help it,” he shrugs. “But as your friend, I have to tell you that it’s not going to end well. You probably don’t even need me to tell you that. You probably already know and are choosing to ignore it for the sake of the delusions you’ve made up in your ‘pretty little head’.”

You pout at him quoting you, and your brows furrow. “He cares about me. And he’s Jimin’s best friend. He’s a good person, you don’t even know him,” you argue defensively. Though you know your arguments make little sense and are flimsy at best.

Taehyung frowns. Pauses like he’s thinking.

“I didn’t say he was a bad person, and maybe he does care about you in his own messed up way. But he doesn’t care about you in the way that you want him to.” His lips are still down turned when he speaks again.

“And the difference between him with you and him with Jimin is astronomical; it shouldn’t even be a comparison, but I will humor you,” he rubs a hand up and down his face like he’s tired. “The dynamic is completely different, for obvious reasons. For one, Jimin is a safe relationship. You are not. Jimin isn’t in love with him, Jimin isn’t sucking his dick, and Jimin doesn’t want things from Jeongguk that Jeongguk cannot give, or does not want to give,” he says with a raised brow as he takes a sip of his drink.

It seems that the anger has died down some between you both, a semi-civil conversation finally being had. You wrinkle your brows in confusion at him. “What are you talking about?”

He rolls his eyes. “Cmon __. Why do you think he hasn’t made you his girlfriend? Why do you think he literally has not been in a serious relationship since high school? Why do you think he never agrees to anything more than 2 months out?” He waits for you to answer but you just purse your lips stubbornly. “He’s scared. Dare I say terrified of commitment, and that’s exactly what you want from him right?”

You stay headstrong and quiet for a moment longer, ignoring his question in favor of asking one of your own when you finally do speak up. “If I’m so scary, why hasn’t he left?”

Taehyung shrugs. “Fuck if I know? Maybe he does care about you like you say he does. I don’t think so, but hey,” He raises his hands in mock surrender, like he is throwing in the figurative towel. “Maybe you’re right and maybe I‘m wrong. Or maybe there’s some fucked up codependency fermenting between you both when you copulate. I genuinely have no clue, and frankly, I don’t care to find out. Don’t text me until you come to your senses. And don’t get mad when I tell you ‘I told you so’.”

And with that, he turns and leaves you to make your own drinks. You hope the smile you give Jeongguk when you find him is believable.

That night when you go back to his place, you voice your concerns to him in between sweet, heated kisses that taste like hot cider. You tell him hesitantly how Taehyung voiced his concerns about Jeongguk not caring about you and Jeongguk got a little irritated, a little miffed as he unlatched his lips from your neck. He asked what Taehyung knew, how he even came to that conclusion when he’s not around you both.

He assured you with gentle touches and tender words that of course he cares about you. He reminded you that he always makes time for you, he always answers your calls and your texts, he takes you out every now and then, too. He asks you what you think and when you contemplate your answer, going over what he said, you can’t really argue with him. Even if an uneasy, dismal feeling settles in the pit of your tummy.

~~~

hellooo!! again, this is just a scene and part of the plot that i chose not to use because i felt like the fic was already so long. i wish that i had ended up including it tho, so i hope you enjoyed even though its nothing special <3 feel free to do the things if you liked it: like, comment, reblog, send an ask~~ love u, ty again for helping me reach that milestone <3

[ecliptsukki]

his delinquent phase ❧ kaoru sakurayashiki // cherry blossom

navigation | music

➣ genre: fluff

➣ warnings: adam’s existence 

➣ request: can i request a one shot where you’re cherrys s/o and like childhood best friends with joe and cherry and adam and you’re gushing over cherrys old bad boy look with piercings and everuthing and cherry one day goes to S with his piercings and hair the same way as before just to see you fawn over him skjfks

➣ a/n: this took me three times to type up because the first two times i did it, tumblr thought it would be funny to delete it. i’m not sure if i love how this came out, but it’s still better than my original plan. hopefully this was correct to what the anon requested. enjoy!

ps: i’m also going to be going on a trip for four days tomorrow, so i’m not sure if i’ll be able to post. i’ll definitely try to start working on my other requests!

You had known Joe, Cherry, and Adam ever since the four of you were in high school. Out of the three, you had met Joe, first, not soon before you met Cherry.

You were walking down the eventful streets of Okinawa, admiring the sights and getting accustomed with the area. You had moved to the city not too long ago and already were growing attached to the place. In your defense, the city was your perfect and desired location to live in. 

A gentle breeze blew through your hair, rustling the leaves of the green trees. You sighed at the feeling of the cool breeze tickling your warm skin. Not long after that breeze had gone, another, harsher breeze blew past you. You flinched at the abnormally sharp wind, snapping your head to the side, in its direction. You were met with honey red eyes and short, green locks, swaying. 

The male slips past you, stopping abruptly.

“Sorry about that,” he smiled, embarrassed, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You were in awe, seeing what the boy was standing on, and on alert because you had always been taught to be cautious around strangers, especially when you were walking alone. 

“Um, no. I’m alright, just shocked,” you shrugged, replying quietly.

Another harsh, but gentler than before, wind blows past you, revealing a pink-haired male. He had three piercings on his ear and one on his lip. Half of the boy’s face was hidden by his long bangs, allowing your focus to lock on his golden eye.

“Watch where you’re going,” he snaps at his green-haired friend. “Sorry about him,” he apologizes, giving you a polite smile.

All the sirens were going off in your head.

He has so many piercings! Is he a delinquent? Are both of them delinquents? If they are, I can’t fight them off on my own. What do I do?

“I’m Kaoru,” the bubblegum-haired male suddenly said, “This is Kojiro.”

Kojiro nodded at you, an embarrassed blush still grazing his cheeks. 

“Hey, aren’t you the new kid?” Kaoru asked, finding your puzzlingly familiar.

“Oh, that’s why I felt like I’ve met you before,” Kojiro spoke up, nodding his head when he realized who you were.

Awkwardly, you shyly respond, “Sorry, I can’t seem to remember seeing you guys at school. Are you in my class?”

Until dusk, the three of you talked, getting to know the each of you better. You were also able to befriend the boys you were so afraid of, becoming your first two friends in the city.

You met Adam in the dark of night, beside Cherry and Joe.

They had brought you along, one night, wanting to skate with you. You already knew the basics of skating, nothing more, nothing less. Therefore, as your closest, and only, friends, they wanted to get further acquainted with you in something they loved. 

“Who’s the sweet cheeks?” His hoodie-covered eyes left an eerie pressure on you, causing goosebumps to emerge from your skin.

“This is our close friend, Y/N L/N,” Cherry spoke up.

“She goes to school with us, and we wanted to bring her skating. Mind her tagging along?” Joe asks his hooded friend.

“Not at all, just as long as she can keep up,” he spoke in a cocky tone.

The pretentious attitude the unnamed face had was irking you in the wrong way. He seemed too mysterious for your liking. A third of the boy’s face was hidden in the shadow of his hoodie, leaving you only able to see the blue tips of his hair and his structured nose. 

He must’ve noticed your timid stare because he looks at you, under his hood, “Call me Adam.”

 Cherry and Joe look at you expectingly.

“Just call me sweet cheeks, for now,” you reply, distantly, not ready to let your guard down just yet.

You hear your two friends sigh, chuckling to each other.

“Don’t worry, she’ll warm up to you, soon,” Cherry told Adam, “We know firsthand how she is with meeting new people.”

You blush, remembering your first encounter with the pair.

Thinking back, you still regret letting your walls down and accepting Adam as a friend. Not a day goes by that Adam doesn’t linger in your mind, as much as you’d hate to admit. 

You despise that man with a passion. From your first interaction, you should’ve known that there was something off about the blue-haired male, but pondering on these frustrations now wouldn’t change anything. As much as you’d like to curse the man for hurting your friends’ and your feelings, you knew you had to move on.

You sat on the soft mattress of your shared bed, scrolling through old pictures stored on your phone. You saw pictures taken by Kaoru when you guys went on dates. Majority of the photos were candid, seeing as he always had told you that you were the “most photogenic woman” he had ever met.

You remember the day he had told you that. You also remember your laughed reply.

“Then you’ve got the whole world to explore, my love.”

Although, honestly, you thought Kaoru was quite the photogenic one himself. His gorgeous, sorted, pink hair matched with his golden eyes and perfect face never looked bad, not even at the crack of dawn or in the late of night. 

Speaking of which, you scrolled upon a photograph of Kaoru sitting all pretty with his piercings on display. Those piercings brought back many memories, humorous and lustful.

Ironically, the thing that brought you fear before now brings you yearning.

Honestly, once you had befriended Kaoru and came to trust him, the piercings no longer frightened you but instead, fascinated you. Those metal hoops further increased your attraction to the ponytailed man, leading you to the relationship you were in now.

Obviously, Kojiro played a big role in setting the two of you up together because both of you were completely oblivious to the other’s feelings. It got to the point that Adam almost had to step in and wack some sense into the both of you.

Anyways, ever since Kaoru had started working in the calligraphy business, he removed his piercings to maintain a professional image. You detested the idea, but you also knew that it was the best for his business. 

Now that you were looking back at photos of Kaoru as a teenager, you began to crave seeing him in those metal rings once more. You missed the “bad boy” look your boyfriend used to have, not that you didn’t appreciate how he looked now. It’s just that there’s a different vibe to his current and past aesthetics.

As you stalked through more pictures of teenage Kaoru, you were unaware of the very man you were thinking about watching you. He noticed the longing and craving in your gaze. Then, he caught a glimpse of what was being projected on your screen: it was him but in his teenage years. 

Suddenly, everything clicked for Kaoru, and he had the perfect plan in mind.

Something was off. Usually your boyfriend would insist on bringing you to “S” himself but not today. If anything, he was urging you to go with Kojiro.

“He’s been your friend for the same amount of time as I. You should take this time to your advantage and catch up,” was Kaoru’s excuse.

First of all, catch up on what? It’s not like you haven’t talked to Kojiro in months. Actually, you talked to him a day ago, at “S.” Secondly, what’s up with the sudden lenience and weak excuses?

Joe, who was also in on the plan, tried to help his friend out, making a feeble attempt to lure you with free food.

“I can get free food from you whenever I want,” you replied, squinting suspiciously at your friend.

“Not with that attitude, you can’t.” That pulled a raised brow from you and a regret-filled face from the muscular man.

Though you weren’t fully convinced that nothing was off, you still left with Joe, caving into their terrible attempts of covering up whatever they were hiding from you.

You had arrived at “S” with Joe for about ten minutes now, but there was still no sightings of your beloved, Cherry. Joe caught glimpse of your searching eyes and reassured you that he would be coming, be it later than usual.

Reki, Langa, and Miya had made their way over to you, sparking up a conversation with you, making you forget about the missing presence of a specific male. 

Miya was explaining the new training regiment and diet he was to use in order to advance his strength, leading you to worry for the small teenager. If he didn’t eat enough, it could become fatal to him. You didn’t understand why a child was being treated so harshly by his managers, forcing him to eat barely anything and train long hours of the day. 

You were concernedly asking Miya if he was feeling alright and offered him an energy bar you carried around in case of emergencies, which he gratefully accepted, when you heard the cheers of fangirls behind you. Knowing they weren’t meant for Joe, you turned around to meet the golden eyes you’d fallen in love with.

This time, there was something different. His face wasn’t hidden by his mask. You could see the pale skin of his cheeks and the pink of his lips. Besides the absence of the black cloth, you noticed metallic rings decorating your boyfriend’s lip and ears. Also, his hair wasn’t whipping behind him, as per usual, but laid low, drifting in the wind.

For a hot moment, you had thought you had finally lost it, but when you blinked your eyes, looking at Miya then back to Cherry, you realized you were still sane and your boyfriend still looked like he aged back into his high school days.

“Is that Cherry?” Miya asked from beside you.

You nodded, speechless.

You heard someone let out a loud laugh beside you, “Since when did he have piercings?”

Ignoring the redhead’s outburst, you were mesmerized by the Cherry you had been obsessing over a couple days ago. It felt like one extravagant dream that you didn’t want to wake up from. In your defense, as he stepped of his skateboard, coming to embrace you, he looked straight out of a fantasy. His skin was practically glowing, and his hair gently floated perfectly onto his shoulders.

“Hello, darling,” he spoke in a sultry voice, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as he held you in his muscular arms.

“K-Kao—” you quickly realize your soon-to-be mistake and fix it, “Cherry.”

His eyes shrink as he laughs, endearingly, admiring the flustered and confused look you were portraying.

“Is this why you and Joe were being so weird earlier today?” You asked, cheek pressed against his slim, toned chest.

“Indeed, my love. What do you think? Definitely brings back some memories of the old days,” he lifts your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“I love it. It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” you smile brightly, eyes lustrous. Pushing yourself up on your toes, you whisper into his ear, “You also look really hot.” You quickly pull away, turning a vibrant red.

“I think you broke her,” Joe told his friend, placing a heavy hand on the pink-nette’s shoulder.

After the supposed one occurrence surprise, you began to avidly ask him to wear his piercings, loving how attractive and domineering he looked in them. If he denied, you would ask him to, at least, tie his hair in the relaxed half up half down hairdo. He didn’t mind the different hairstyle as much as he did the piercings so it became a normal look for him. The only times he would willingly put on his piercings were when he was going to “S” or when the two of you were safe in the comfort of your own home, for research purposes.