#i had it at 15 and then looked at it and went. that's very grey

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

This took half an hour at most, including sourcing and formatting the quotes. It's a combination of verses from both Old and New Testaments, and while the background was nothing like what I intended, as a hasty job I think it looks decent. I know there are a lot of things I could improve on, but for now I rather like it.

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Save me skincare routine. Save me stupidly expensive skincare routine in tiny bottles

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In 1985, one of the only persons interested in an interview with a “new” writer called Terry Pratchett, after his publication of the Colour of Magic, was one Neil Gaiman. Neil Gaiman was writing for Space Voyager at the time. "The Colour of Pratchett" was the name given here:

It ran exactly one page inside the June/July issue of that year. The interview took place in a Chinese restaurant in London.

Here is Neil many years later holding that issue. You can see it here if you want. Warning: extremely emotional video.

Neil arrived wearing a grey homburg hat. “Sort of like the ones Humphrey Bogart wears in movies” he later wrote. (Before saying that in fact he did not look like him, but like someone wearing a grown-up’s hat). Terry Pratchett, photo courtesy of one @neil-gaiman, was in a Lenin-style leather cap and a harlequin-patterned pullover. At this point, Terry was already a hat person, although not that hat.

Terry offered Neil this : "An interview needn't last more than 15 minutes. A good quote for the beginning, a good quote for the end, and the rest you make up back at the office"*. (Terry Pratchett had worked many years in journalism by this point ).

But the meeting went terribly well. The two of them realized they had "the same sort of brains". So well indeed, that in 1985, Neil had shown Terry a file containing 5282 words, exploring a scenario in which Richmal Crompton's William Brown had somehow become the Antichrist. Was a collaboration in the cards as of that moment? Not really. But Terry found in Neil someone to whom he could send disks of work in progress and to whom he could pick up the phone sometimes when he hit a brick in the road of his writing.

Terry loved it and the concept stayed in his mind. A couple of years later, he rang Neil to ask him if he had done any more work on it. Neil had been busy with The Sandman, he had not really given it another thought. Terry said, "Well I know what happens next, so either you sell me the idea or we can write it together". **

On collaborating together:

Here is a video of Sir Terry saying why he chose to collaborate with Neil, another video talking about the technical difficulties of writing a book when the two of them where miles apart ,and some pages from Interzone Magazine Issue 207 published December 2006:

An Interview with Sir Terry Pratchett and his works- and Neil Gaiman, where he shortly addresses the process of writing Good Omens.

Terry shortly mentions,

“Neil doesn't rule out another book with me and he was good to write with...yep, it could happen. With anyone else? I don't know, but probably not.?”

Neil says,

"Terry took that initial 5,000 words of mine and ran it through the computer (because I’d lost the files in a computer crash) and made it the first 10,000 words, and it was definitely Good Omens at that point. Neither one thing nor the other, but a third thing.”

"I think Terry could do a very good impersonation of me if he needed to, and I could do a very good impersonation of him; so we knew the area of the Venn diagram in which we were working. But mostly the book found its own voice very quickly. It helped that we were both scarred by the William books when we were kids...”

And as you know, unless you’ve been living in Alpha Centauri, the rest is history. That was the beginning of what would become William the Antichrist and later would get the name Good Omens:The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. (Title provided by Neil Gaiman and subtitle by Terry Pratchett).

More about the writing process:

Terry took the first 5,000 words and typed them into his word processor, and by the time he had finished they were the first 10,000 words. Terry had borrowed all the things about me that he thought were amusing, like my tendency back then to wear sunglasses even when it wasn't sunny, and given them, along with a vintage Bentley, to Crawleigh, who had now become Crowley. The Satanic Nurses were Satanic Nuns.

The book was under way.

We wrote the first draft in about nine weeks. Nine weeks of gloriously long phone calls, in which we would read each other what we'd written, and try to make the other one laugh. We'd plot, delightedly, and then hurry off the phone, determined to get to the next good bit before the other one could. We'd rewrite each other, footnote each other's pages, sometimes even footnote each other's footnotes. We would throw characters in, hand them off when we got stuck. We finished the book and decided we would only tell people a little about the writing process - we would tell them that Agnes Nutter was Terry's, and the Four Horsemen (and the Other Four Motorcyclists) were mine.

From the introduction to William the Antichrist:

“In the summer of 1987 several odd ideas came together: (..)I found myself imagining a book called William the Antichrist, in which a hapless demon was going to be responsible for swapping the wrong baby over, and the son of the US Ambassador would be completely undemonic, while William Brown would grow up to be the Antichrist, and the demon would need to stop him ending the world. The unfortunate demon, whom I called Crawleigh, because Crawley was a nearby town with an unfortunate name, would have to sort it all out as best he could.

It felt like a story with legs.

Terry took the 5,000 words, and rewrote them, calling me to tell me what he was doing and what he was planning to do. The biggest thing he was going to do, he told me, was split the hapless demon into two characters – a would-be-cool demon in dark glasses (which was, I think, Terry’s way of making fun of me, a never-actually- cool journalist in dark glasses) who had renamed himself Crowley, and a rare-book dealer and angel called Aziraphale, who would embody all the English awkwardness that either of us could conceive.”

William the Antichrist being a direct inspiration of the 1976 film The Omen. If the baby swap had just been a little bit messier and the kid had gone off somewhere else he would have grown up as somebody else. “And then there was a beat and I thought, I should write it, it will be called William the Antichrist” says Neil. ***

“The first draft of Good Omens was a William-book. It was absolutely in every way it could be a William book. It had Violet Elizabeth Bott, it had William and the Outlaws, it had Mr. Brown”.

Over time they realized that they would have more creative freedom if they in their own words filed off the serial numbers. William and the Outlaws becoming Adam and the Them.

But the spirit of Just William was never far away.

The joy for Neil was to construct “perfectly William sentences”. The one when Anathema tells Adam that she has lost the Book, and he tells her that he has written a book about a pirate who became a famous detective and it is 8 pages long… that’s “a William sentence”.

If you want to read more details about William The Antichrist, here are some slides I made.

Good Omens was also inspired by a particularly antisemitic moment in The Jew of Malta and John le Carre's spy novels. (Neil’s ask)

 Then I was reading The Jew of Malta by Kit Marlowe, and it has a bit where the three (cartoonishly evil) Jews compare notes on all the well-poisoning and suchlike they’d done that day, and as a Jew who never quite gets his act together, it occurred to me that if I were the third Jew I’d just be apologizing for having failed to poison a well… And suddenly I had the opening of a book. It would be called William the Antichrist. And it would begin with three Demons in a graveyard… (x).

“When we finished the book we estimated that the words were 60% Terry’s and 40% mine, and the plot, such as it was, was entirely ours.” -Neil Gaiman

"Neil and I had known each other since early 1985. Doing it was our idea, not a publisher's deal." "I think this is an honest account of the process of writing Good Omens. It was fairly easy to keep track of because of the way we sent discs to one another, and because I was Keeper of the Official Master Copy I can say that I wrote a bit over two thirds of Good Omens. However, we were on the phone to each other every day, at least once. If you have an idea during a brainstorming session with another guy, whose idea is it? One guy goes and writes 2,000 words after thirty minutes on the phone, what exactly is the process that's happening? I did most of the physical writing because: 1) I had to. Neil had to keep Sandman going -- I could take time off from the DW; 2) One person has to be overall editor, and do all the stitching and filling and slicing and, as I've said before, it was me by agreement -- if it had been a graphic novel, it would have been Neil taking the chair for exactly the same reasons it was me for a novel; 3) I'm a selfish bastard and tried to write ahead to get to the good bits before Neil. Initially, I did most of Adam and the Them and Neil did most of the Four Horsemen, and everything else kind of got done by whoever -- by the end, large sections were being done by a composite creature called Terryandneil, whoever was actually hitting the keys. By agreement, I am allowed to say that Agnes Nutter, her life and death, was completely and utterly mine. And Neil proudly claims responsibility for the maggots. Neil's had a major influence on the opening scenes, me on the ending. In the end, it was this book done by two guys, who shared the money equally and did it for fun and wouldn't do it again for a big clock." "Yes, the maggot reversal was by me, with a gun to Neil's head (although he understood the reasons, it's just that he likes maggots). There couldn't be blood on Adam's hands, even blood spilled by third parties. No-one should die because he was alive." -("Terry Pratchett : His World”)

(Here are some slides of mine where I go into some other details concerning the origins of Good Omens).

Another wonderful insight with Rob Wilkins in "The Worlds of Terry Pratchett".

*Quote: from Terry Pratchett A Life With Footnotes by Rob Wilkins, but said by Terry of course.

** All the quotes, facts listed here : see above.

***all other quotes by Neil Gaiman from various interviews and asks I’ll link.

[shy4turcs]

Hii could u do a thigh riding fic for quinn pls?

“Can I?” Quinn Hughes

Best friend older brother!Quinn X innocent!reader

Summary: after your best friend jack cancels on movie night last minute you decided to invite his older brother Quinn instead…

A/n: this is a bit long but enjoy also sorry for the long wait I have some personal stuff going on!

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, praising, innocence kink, I think that it

Tags: @drysdalesv @hvghes @sunkissed-zegras

Setting up pillows, blankets, and snack in the living room for yours and jacks weekly movie night before your phone started ringing;

*incoming call from Jacky boy🙄*

Picking your phone up to answer, barely get a word out before Jack starts rambling

“Y/n I’m so sorry I can’t make it tonight, got a last minute call from Bauer they want me back at the rink tonight” he huffed out, now just sitting in silent until you spoke up.

“Jack I had everything all set up already, but that’s okay I’ll just do a movie night to myself” You sighed moving to get comfortable on the couch waiting for jack’s responds.

“No no no I don’t want you to just be alone tonight…” he paused half way through his sentence to think “Quinn staying at my place tonight maybe invite him over, I bet he’d be down” he quickly spoke

“Okay i guess I’ll text him” you spoke, put jack on speaking then clicking onto yours and Quinn’s messages

“hey I need to get going though, again I’m sorry next week i promise I’ll be there” he rushed out, both of your said your goodbyes and loves yous before hanging up and continuing to text Quinn.

You don’t even know what to text him, unknown to most but you had the biggest feelings for your best friend older brother and inviting him over would be the first time you guys have hungout alone without jack.

Y/n: hey jack canceled on me last minute, I already have everything set up for movie night if you wanna drive over and hangout

You sent the text letting out a nervous breath just staring at your phone shocked to see Quinn typing so fast.

Quinner 🫣: just us?

Looking at the text thinking to yourself ‘oh god he probably doesn’t want to, I’m definitely annoying him’ before texting him back

Y/n: yea…

Y/n: is that okay?

Tapping on the back of your phone anxiously waiting for his text back, few seconds later his notification pops up.

Quinner 🫣: yeah that’s fine

Quinner 🫣: leaving now

You liked his messages while getting up and running to your room to change in spandex and a big tee, you were originally wearing old sweats and one of jack hoodies. You looked homeless before which is fine for jack to see but not Quinn.

-time skip 15 minutes later-

When Quinn had arrived, there was a short knock at the door followed by the ding of your phone. His contact name with a message notifying you that he was at your door. Slowly getting up from the couch and shaking off your nerves as your opened the door saying your hellos before inviting him inside.

“What movie do you wanna watch” You shyly asked looking at him as you sat down on the opposite side of the couch from him

“I thought you would already have something pick out, um let me think” he spoke as he jutted his hips forward getting comfortable, full manspread. Your face went red at the sight, he just looked too good in his grey sweats and black hoodie. Quinn cleared his throat causing you to snap out of your daze making your eyes instantly look at his, your face now even redder then before as he just caught you staring.

"Um usually Jack picks out what we watch" you softly spoke still flustered by the sight of Quinn. Quinn just let out a hum trying to think before scooting over closer to you and leaning over your small frame to grab the remote next to your head putting your faces just inches apart.

You just stared at him doe eyed completely speechless feeling very hot all over. you needed him and god he just looked so good, full manspread and his beautiful thighs on full display you were practically drooling at the sight. Quinn loved this just watching you eye-fuck him, it truly boosted his ego. He loved the way you were so innocent about it just becoming a flustered mess, he had such an effect on you it drove him crazy.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours mhm” Quinn spoke snapping you out of your thoughts making your cheeks flushed at the pet name, also the fact he had caught you staring twice now.

“Um nothing, did you find a movie” you quickly spoke changed the subject this made Quinn laugh, he knew what you wanted he just wanted you to say it.

“Yeah, Friends With Benefits?” Quinn questioned cocking his eyebrow up while looking at you.

“Um yeah put that on” you spoke not daring to take your eyes off the screen in front of you as you felt Quinn’s eyes roaming over all your exposed skin, your skin felt on fire with his lustful gaze.

Quinn started the movie finally taking his eyes off of you while you both just watched in silence. Your body had finally calmed down after 15 minutes until a sex scene came on causing you to become hot again, clenching your thighs together and your mind racing with thoughts about the older Hughes brother that sat across the couch from you. Quinn took notice to this, watching you as you clenched your thighs together every couple of seconds as loud moans played through the tv speakers.

“Quinn can you pass me a blanket please” you quietly spoke, you just needed to cover up from Quinn gaze you could practically feel him undressing you with his eyes.

“You know I’m pretty cold too and there only one ou-“ Quinn spoke before getting interrupted

“I’ll just go grab another” you said quickly standing about to walk pass Quinn to your room before Quinn grabbed your waist pulling you into his lap causing you to gasp.

“We can just share, you comfy?” Quinn whispered in your ear, his lips brushing over your cheek sending chills down your spine. You let out a little “yeah” before moving your hips to get comfortable in his hold causing his grip to tighten on your waist as he let out a small grunt.

“Please stay still” he groaned out as your shift your hips once more finally getting comfortable also letting out a small “sorry”. The groan that left his mouth made your core throb, clenching your thigh together to relieve some of the neediness of your pussy. You were quickly snapped out if your needy thought at the feeling of Quinn growing hard beneath you causing your face to grow bright red.

“Your in control pretty girl, tell me to stop and I will” he rasped out kissing down your neck, marking you up causing breathy moans to leave your lips feeling his beard scratch against your neck. The movie had been completely forgotten about, now just playing in the background

“Turn around for me baby” Quinn whispered kissing your sweet spot before you got up sitting back down, now straddling one of his thick thighs moaning out at the feeling of your clothed clit against his grey sweats.

“Is this okay” Quinn spoke cupping your face into his hands making you look at him, you nodded your head not trusting your words in that moment causing Quinn to smirk.

“I need words beautiful” he said moving his hands from your face to your hips gripping them harshly.

“I- um yeah I just don’t really know what to do” you shyly spoke looking away from Quinn’s eyes in embarrassment. Quinn let out a slight chuckle cupping your chin with his hand turning you to look at him again before kissing you hard.

“That’s okay princess, just tell me what you need” Quinn spoke brushing his lips against your jaw line to your ear before kissing right below it. Quinn gently gripped your hips slowly rocking you against him causing you to moan out holding onto Quinn.

“I need to feel you please” you whimpered out, Quinn pulled you off of him stripping himself of his sweats and boxers looking up at you for your consent before pulling your spandex and panties down in one go.

“Oh sweet girl your dripping” he mocked you making you blush in embarrassment. Quinn slipped one of his finger between your folds barely grazing over your clit making you whimper out, slipping his finger into his mouth moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Your knees almost buckled at the sight.

“Taste so good, so fuckin good” he said to himself almost like you weren’t there

“Wanna ride my thigh baby mh? You’ve been looking at them all night” Quinn spoke grabbing your hips once more dragging you down onto his thigh, Quinn groaned at the feeling of your wet cunt on his thigh slowly starting to rock you against him. Quinn swore he’d never heard anything prettier then the little whimpers leaving your pillowy lips as he rocked you fast despite for you to make a mess all over. Quinn abs tensed at the feeling of your delicate fingers gliding down them under his hoodie stopping right above his throbbing cock.

“Can I?” You questioned looking up at Quinn doe eyed, Quinn just nodded his head. Hesitantly you grabbed his hard dick leaking with pre Cum as swiping your thumb over his slit spreading it all over before slow jerking him.

“So so so good for me baby” he groaned throwing his head back, his grip on you tightened grinding your faster on his thigh as he starts to bounce his foot making pleasure shoot through you.

“Oh fuck Quinn, please don’t stop I’m so close f-fuck” you moaned out completely stopping your movement on his cock as you began to tremble letting out a scream of his name cumming all over over him. Taking a breathe before looking up at Quinn and kissing his slightly chapped lips.

“That’s my good girl” Quinn softly spoke while brushing the hair out of your face. Quinn massaged your hips and thighs as you just laid against his chest listening to his heart beat basking in the pleasurable silence between you two before you quietly mumbled something.

“What was that baby, I need you to speak up love” Quinn spoke pinching your chin between his fingers forcing you to look at him.

“Wanna ride you” you whispered barely getting your words out as you looked away from his hungry graze, your cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

“Wanna be full of me mh?” Quinn smirked grabbing your hips helping you hover over his cock before you sunk down on him, both of you letting out loud moans at the feeling of eachother.

“So big, so full” you whimpered, Quinn’s long cock filled you to the brim hitting places you could never reach with your fingers. Slowly beginning to rock against him

“Do you trust me pretty girl” Quinn questioned as he helped guide your hips against his. Not trusting your words you just nodded your head leaning forward against his chest.

“I need words baby, words” Quinn rasped out running his hands up and down your back before reaching down and harshly grabbing your ass forcing a moan out of you

“Yes I trust you” you whimpered into his ear running your hand through the hair on the back of his head tugging it lightly making Quinn groan

“Gonna make you feel so fucking good” Quinn spoke before holding you close to his chest his arms locked around your waist thrusting himself up deep inside you, he was losing himself in you

“Quinn!” You scream out of shock pleasure coursing through your veins as he constantly hit your g spot over and over again, gripping the back of his head and kissing down his neck to conceal your moans as the pleasure became to much.

“Come on baby I know your close” Quinn groaned speeding up his thrust moving one of his hands to rub tight circles on your clit

“Fuck oh my, I’m gonna Cum please” you screamed holding onto Quinn for dear life as the most powerful orgasm washes over leaving your legs shaking as Quinn kept thrusting into close to cumming

“Quinn I cant it too much” you whimpered trying to push away as Quinn thrust became sloppy

“I know I know I’m almost there pretty girl” Quinn spoke letting out a loud moan before spilling inside of you releasing his tight grip on you. Quinn pulled you off of him before standing and grabbing a towel to clean you up quickly returning, he squatted down in front of you slowly kissing from your ankle to the inside of your thigh stopping occasionally to praise you for being such a good girl while gently wiping the mess between your legs. He then picked you up carefully laying you in bed as you were practically almost asleep before laying down next to you pulling you into his side and kissing your head.

“Goodnight my sweet girl” he softly spoke before passing out.

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In shades of grey in candlelight / I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason

Spencer Reid x gn!reader content - reader is in an unfulfilling long term relationship, thoughts of cheating, best friend!Reid, friends to lovers, slight angst from reader longing to be loved properly again, cheating is slightly romanticised, confessions, teeny amount of angst words - 3k (how did this even happen omg) reputation event masterlist

♡—How long should you hold on to something after it's proven time and time again to be the source of your pain? And why does missing your best friend hurt so much more than missing your boyfriend?

It had been almost 4 weeks since you'd last spoken to Spencer—a mix of his work, the weekend he spent visiting his mother and the looming sense of… something… that had been hanging over your head like a dark cloud had kept the two of you apart for longer than usual.

Spencer would have been able to identify the issue that had been plaguing you, he's always been good at that—even before he'd joined the BAU.

He had been able to figure out that you'd failed a maths test when you were 12 years old. He had been able to tell when your parents had had a fight when you were 15 years old. He had been able to correctly work out that you'd ordered yourself the wrong flavour of milkshake—over the phone, without seeing your face—when you were 18 years old. And as you got older, your problems getting more and more adult, he had been able to figure out through missed calls and unanswered texts that you'd had your heart broken again. And again. And again.

That's what he would have said was the cause of your behaviour over the past few weeks—you've changed your hair, thrown out a bunch of old clothes, rearranged and then rearranged again almost all the rooms in your flat and you've been out drinking with your friends twice already this week (not that this is a particularly bad thing, or even entirely unlike you, but you mentioned to Spencer once that going to a bar or pub for a drink was only really fun when you were with him, and it had lit a spark deep within him that he refused to acknowledge). But this time you know he'd have gotten it wrong. You haven't broken up with anyone, you're still very much coupled up and there's no sign of your boyfriend wanting to dump you at all.

That's the problem.

You roll your eyes, there's no point in feeling sorry for myself. I'm the only one that can fix it.

You scoff. The faint smell of your neighbours baking wafts over you, and you can hear him and his boyfriend giggling through your shared wall. A lump in your throat begins to form, and the familiar sting behind your eyes returns as you busy your hands with tidying away the washing up (that you had accidentally washed three times now.) The tears that fall feel like they're burning your skin as they run down your cheeks, as though the droplets are going to leave small scalding streaks from your eyes to your chin.

A new wave of bitterness envelopes you and a strangled yell escapes your lips before you have the chance to think. You hear your neighbour's pause, likely raising their eyebrows at each other as if to say what the hell is wrong with next door before quickly returning to being the lovey-dovey super cutesy couple that they are. And they are. Super cutesy. You've seen them around the building before, even one time accidentally ending up in the same café after a building wide fire alarm went off. They invited you to sit with them—your boyfriend was with his mates—as they didn't want you left on your own so late at night. It was nice, awkward, sure, but nice. Conversation was easy, they seemed to bounce off of eachother in ways that you and your boyfriend never have—at least not for many years now. Their laughter was contagious and yet as you said your goodbyes and slunk back to your lonely apartment you couldn't help the twinges of envy that plagued the back of your mind.

He doesn't look at me like that. He is never that enthusiastic about dating me. He would never gush about our first date like that. (And deep down you know he could say the same things about you.)

So, yeah. That wasn't very fun to sit with.

You somehow feel happy knowing that Spencer would incorrectly guess the reason for your ongoing sadness. For some reason the thought of being unknowable to him has you frenzied… A strangled noise escapes your throat—a laugh! Christ. It was a laugh, despite how bitter and angry it sounded.

Maybe frenzied isn't the right word… But god! You don't know! At least he would actually care. At least he would want to try and get to the bottom of your feelings, to try and understand why you've been jumpy and on edge and almost hyperactive in the way you've been non stop moving recently.

Tap tap tap.

The noise makes you jump out of your skin, heart thumping in your chest as your eyes dart to the clock. It blinks back at you.

20:37

You chastise yourself, it's probably next door coming to ask if you could keep your yells of frustration down while they're having a relaxing evening. Embarrassment floods over your face and you can feel the tears threaten to fall again at the thought of being confronted about your outburst. You can imagine the look of pity on their faces—although a hidden part of you hopes that they're coming to invite you over, to welcome you into their warm home, to smell their freshly baked bread and taste the chocolate chip cookies.

Your feet pad heavily against the wooden floor as you walk out of the kitchen towards the front door—tap tap tap. A further set of knocks has you almost tripping over your feet as you rush the final few paces. You swing the door open without a thought, not wanting the neighbours to have to knock again.

You spare no thought to the tear stains that have marked your face…

“I'm so sorry I didn't mean to be—Spencer? Wha–what are you doing here?” You splutter.

“I tried calling, but you didn't answer. Have you been crying?”

“I—well, yes I have but it's fine—I didn't expect to see you, you've been so busy lately.” You take a deep breath, for a brief second—and it was brief—you had been relieved to find that it was only Spencer behind the door, but it didn't take long for the embarrassment to claw its way back up your spine and sink its teeth into your flesh once more.

His eyes bore into you as if he's trying to look inside you. He scans your face, your movements, he watches your hands fidget nervously with the hem of your shirt—before you notice him noticing you and you flatten your palms against your sides in an awkward, unnatural manner.

“May I come in?” He asks, his voice is gentle and it's almost enough to make you fall to the floor in despair.

A hum is all you can manage in response. You quickly side step out of his way, locking the door behind him as he removes his jacket and scarf and hangs then neatly on the third hook from the left—the one that's always left bare, just for him.

You clear your throat. “What are you doing here, Spence?”

He pauses mid stride—he’s already halfway to the kitchen and if you had known he was coming over then there would a cup of coffee on the side waiting for him, in his favourite burgundy mug, the one with a chip on the lip—and tilts his head at you as if to say isn't it obvious.

“I'm here to see you.” He states, incredibly matter of factly, as if the mere question coming from your lips is completely ridiculous. Why else would he be here?

“I—” You start, but Spencer disappears around the corner before you are able to get any more words out. You huff, feeling slightly unnerved by his sudden arrival and subsequent behaviour since setting foot on your doorstep. There is nothing else in the world that can make you as happy as he can. Something which both terrifies you, and excites you a great deal.

You step foot into the kitchen and you are unsurprised to find Spencer already in the process of making himself a coffee. He pauses once more when he catches sight of you and he holds a second mug out towards you in question. You shake your head. You don't think you'd be able to stomach anything until you can get him to speak to you properly.

A thought suddenly occurs to you, and it may be the first time you ever fully allow yourself to truly think it. Because although it's not unusual for Spencer to visit you in the evening, sometimes even coming over as late as 1 or 2 in the morning—he gets back from cases at the most unpredictable times—do people think you're seeing each other? The two of you have been friends for years, it's not weird for a friend to come over at all hours of the day… right?

“Spence, are you alright?” You pause, eyeing his very full cup of caffeine. “Haven't you just got back from a case? I can make up the sofa bed if you want to get some sleep.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks. Why do I feel so weird about asking him to stay over? We're friends. It's what friends do.

“I have something I need to talk to you about.” He ignores your questions, but you can't bring yourself to be annoyed at him. Not when his knuckles are white from how hard he grips the cup and his eyes flit from your hands to your eyes to your mouth and back to your hands.

Wait—your mouth?!

“I have something I need to talk to you about.” He repeats. He closes the gap between the two of you with only a couple of steps. His steaming coffee is still clutched in his hands, but his fingertips seem restless, as if he knows where he wants them to be, but he just can't—or won't—move them there.

“Okay.” You whisper.

Your mouth feels dry—maybe turning down Spencer’s offer for a coffee was a mistake… He's barely an arms length away from you now, if you were to reach your hand out towards him it would brush up against the navy cardigan he has on. It looks so soft and you can't help but wonder how it would feel around your shoulders. Would it be baggy? Would it fit perfectly? And would Spencer want to come back from a case to find you curled up on the sofa while wearing it?

Your neighbour’s laughter ripples through the air like thunder. It's gone before you have time to register the noise fully, but it's enough to snap you out of your trance and you tear your eyes away from Spencer's torso. It was as though he was waiting for you to make eye contact with him again, because he immediately puts his cup down on the side—more clumsily than usual, you'd be surprised if there wasn't an extra chip on the lip now—and takes the smallest of steps towards you. You are almost toe to toe now.

“I–uh–meant to ask you earlier… about your boyfriend.” He hesitates. “Presumably he's not around…”

There's two ways you could take his question.

Part of you wants to lie, to say that no, he's not around, you dumped him months ago—when your friends first told you that you should—and that you weren't expecting any company tonight. It would be just you and Spencer, no interruptions. Besides, Spencer knows that your boyfriend doesn't live with you, it's been the topic of many a heated discussion, but… could you just pretend you misunderstood? Could you say that no, he's not around, he's probably out with his friends somewhere. Could you admit that he hasn't texted you back in almost 4 days? Could you say he's not around, in fact, he hasn't been around you for 12 days?

But Spencer doesn't give you any time to think through what to say. You gasp when his hand touches your arm and he laces his fingers through yours without so much as a word, as if it was the most natural thing for him to do. As if he had done it a thousand times. The certainty with which he touched you has your heart pounding. What is he thinking? All you can do is blink up at him. His eyes are swimming with questions, but the only one he voices is, “Is this okay?”

Your head moves before you can think and he breathes a deep sigh of relief. You haven't felt as calm as this in months, and yet somehow it feels like you're suffocating. His touch is warm and the dusting of pink on his cheeks has you feeling a rush of anxiety—but the good kind, the kind of anxiety you get when your crush looks at you, the kind that comes hand in hand with a first kiss… And yet you know you need to pull away. Before something more happens.

You force yourself to pull your hand out of Spencer's and the emptiness returns immediately. You stumble away, bumping into the counter as you do so, and you utter a small yelp when your hip hits the corner. Tears sting your eyes and before you know it Spencer has his arms around you. Somehow knowing what you need before you are even able to think it. You choke out a broken apology—for what, you don't even know—and all Spencer can think to do is squeeze you against his chest, whispering soft comforts into your ear.

You stay like that for a while—long enough that the pain at your hip is now only a dull ache. Your throat is dry from all the heavy breathing and you feel a slight throbbing pain in your head, but you do, somehow, feel a little better.

That is until your emotionally fried brain catches up with itself. And then you cringe, hard. Embarrassment floods your veins and you feel your cheeks heat up by an alarming degree—like someone, somehow, is holding the sun directly against your skin. You are acutely aware of how closely Spencer is watching you, but you can't bring yourself to meet his eyes, unsure of whether there's a look of hurt, confusion or pity on his face—unsure of whether it matters—and all you can do is stare through your blurry eyes at what you think is your feet, but what could just as easily be a pair of furry, blue alien slippers.

You scold yourself. You fell apart all because he... held your hand? God. What a mess he must think you are. And—oh! How he probably thinks you are the worst person in the world for even entertaining the possibility of his feelings for you when you aren't even single. If he even thinks that what you did was entertaining the possibility. Or maybe you completely misread the situation and he was only trying to comfort you as a friend... But what if he thinks you have no interest in him? What if he thinks he's ruined your friendship and your relationship? What if you're reading into things far too much and he doesn't like you like that and he thinks you're a bad person for even thinking about kissing him–not that he would know that, he can't read your mind–and you've certainly never thought about kissing him before and especially not right now–he doesn't know how much you long for him to sweep your off your feet—

"I like you Spencer."

You blink. Slowly you bring your head up and meet his gaze. He takes a shallow breath, as if he had been holding it for quite some time.

Christ.

You only meant to think the words, and yet somehow they slipped past your tongue out into the space between the two of you. An accidental confession of something you hadn't even consciously thought until 0.2 seconds ago.

Well I can't take it back now.

He holds your gaze. His vision blurs ever so slightly and he blinks back his unshed tears before they get the chance to overwhelm him. He clears his throat before speaking, but even then his voice is low, quiet, as if trying not to spook an animal.

"You... do?"

You nod, and he takes another obvious sigh of relief, deeper this time.

"I do. I like you a lot actually."

It's as though hearing you voice your feelings for him has broken down the very last wall between the two of you. Your mind flits briefly to thoughts about your boyfriend, before shutting them down so violently that you almost feel sick. You taste metal in your mouth and you realise with a start that you'd bitten down so hard on your lip that you'd drawn blood. You reach for the closest available source to wash the bitter taste away—Spencer's coffee. And he watches as you take a sip, your eyes are closed but somehow he can sense that they are closer to shedding tears than his are. He reaches an arm towards you and gently begins to rub soothing circles on your waist. The touch sends an electric pulse throughout your entire body and you almost drop the mug in shock. It's like all at once you realise just how stupid you were for allowing yourself to be so miserable for all this time. Why have you been putting up with a boyfriend who barely touches you when one touch from Spencer has your insides burning? Why have you been putting up with a boyfriend who doesn't care about your feelings unless they are positively affecting him, when the first thing Spencer asked you tonight was if you had been crying?

For right now all you care about is the way Spencer's eyes glisten when they look at you, how warm his hands are when they touch your face and how the quiet laughter from your neighbours no longer makes you feel as lonely as it did before.

You felt like such a fool. But it seemed like realising this fact was enough to set you free. It seemed like the acknowledgement was enough. You didn't give any thought now to the things you would have to do this coming week—the breaking up, the collection of your things from his place (although at this point there is only a toothbrush and a single pair of joggers that haven't moved from their place on the back of his sofa since you washed them and left them there). Hell, even the possibility of having Spencer there with you hadn't crossed your mind.

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Boba n' backshots -> P.JS [ 어치 ]

Warning -> sex [ Mostly backshots ], sex with out protection, Don't be a dud- wrap your bud.

Paring -> BF!Jay x gf!fem!Reader.

Synopsis -> Having boba tea by itself is nice, but boba n' backshots are even better..

Jay held is girlfriend’s, your, hand as you guys walled through the city of Seoul, Korea. You guys were wandering the streets, since you wanted to go to the capital.

You guys wore matching outfits with a slight tweak here and there; He wore wearing a baggy white top while you wore a tight crop top. He wore Baggy grey jeans and you wore a grey skirt, he had on the boyish type of clothing and you was more feminine.

You was rich and wanted to get your normal skin care that was only located in a beauty shop in central korea. You let him hold the bags for you as you guys walked, after a few minutes, you spots a boba tea place.

You stopped in her tracks and looked up at you,

"Boba." Points to the store. "Please.!! Can I get boba.. baby..?" You pouts giving you cute kitten huge eyes which he couldn't really say no to.

"Yeah sure baby.." He gently squeezed your hand as you dragged him along to the boba shop. It was quite packed, well what do he expect to be?

It was in the centre of Seoul of course, and very VERY popular online.

"Pretty packed love," He mumbled in your ear as he stayed close to you by walking behind you, holding onto your hip.

You nodded, "Yeah, but i heard boba from here is so delicious though.." you said back to him as you guys walked up to the casher.

Jay waited as you went and orders boba for the both of you; he getting a white chocolate milk iced tea that had brown sugar pearls at the bottom while you got a strawberry milk tea with gummy strawberry pearls at the bottom.

After ordering, He payed for the both of you and waited to the side with you for the tea you guy’s number was °64.

After a few minutes, around 15 minutes, you guys collected the tea's and both drank the tea on the way back to his apartment. You was gonna stay the night over at his as you wanted to sleep over.

He waited for the taxi, when the taxi came in you guys got in and he told the taxi driver his location.

He lean back in your seat sighing then looking at you as you giggled and looked back outside to see the veiw as she drank her boba.

30-45 Minutes later

He payed the taxi driver and for out the taxi closing the door behind him, he took out his keys and used the fob to get inside the building. He held the door open for you, "Thanks baby.."

"No problem princess.." he stepped in after you and you guys both making the way to the elevator, he was still sipping on his boba.

When he already had drank 1/4 of his boba while you had just slurped up the remaining boba pearls and milk in her drink. He chuckled, you looked up at him.

"Whats so funny..?" You asked pinching his arm.

"Ow." He exclaimed smiling, "How'd you already finish your drink princess..?" He asked you as he threw your cup in the bin.

"Tasted too good," you chuckled the looked at his drink, "You barely drank your drink bae.."

"Ah not that thirsty like that so.." he said shrugging., "Why you ask? Do you want some.?"

He asked you holding his Drink up.

You shakes your head.

You guys then stepped in the elevator until it go to his apartment level. He unlocked your door, and walked in your apartment, Kicking off his shoes.

He sighed and yawned, as he plopped yourself onto the couch lying back. He closed his eyes when you felt you climb on top of his lap, straddling it.

He open your eyes and looked up at you, "Hmm?" You leaned down and kissed him on the lips before pulling away. "Nth.."

He chuckle, "Just a peck baby.?" He gently hold your hips. "How abt more kisses.?" He sit up and cupped the side of your face..

You nodded and leaned in kissing him on his lips, he kissed back. It led to you guys making out on his living room couch.

Now one thing led to another and he had you bent over the end of the couch, as he slowly entered you.

"Shitt princess.." he watched as his member slowly bullied its was into your tight pussy.

"Ah hmpf Jay fuck." You gripped the couch moaning in pleasure.

"Damn.. you're still tight after me fucking you last week..?" He leaned down asking you, "Oh shut up." You mumbled.

He chuckled, "Sorry princess, I'm gonna have to stretch you out again huh..?" You nodded, "hmm"

He started to move a bit, taking in the view, "I love this view baby." He mentioned to you as he moved a bit faster, your moans and whimpers sounding like music to his ears.

He sighed, "You don't mind backshots do you..?" He chuckled seeing you shake her head, "hngg ah.. fuck no d-.. mnphh.. daddy.."

He nodded and held your hips, you started giving him backshots. His hips thrusting at a pace that made you tear up; from pleasure - not pain.

He continued as he felt you clentch around him.

"Hm gosh princess you so.. fucking sound good." He panted.

You whimpered, "You feel so good..! Its ah like i can feel you in my hmm ah fuck stomach baby.!!"

He continued, "You close baby..?"

You nodded, "h-harder baby."

He did so, "hmm like this..?"

You tolled her eyes back, "Just like that jay.. just like that ah..!!" He felt you clench, "oh gosh imm gonna..!" He thrusted into your still tight pussy harder and faster.

"Mhm give it to me princess oh yeah fxck." He said holding yoi close.

"Hmm Jay..!!" You moaned his name as you shivered and collapsed onto the couch.

An hour later - Bedroom

He laid in bed with you asleep on-top of him, his soft breaths were heard in the room he yawned before turning off his phone and putting it down as he went to bed. Snuggling you in his arms keeping you company until, the two of you sleep, till late in the next morning.

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For the sibling one with Coriolanus snow, you could do one like in the future with Katniss and sibling, not knowing anything that's been going on?

Or

Like it's when he's President and sibling wants to get married?

Hey Everyone!

IMPORTANT (Please Read)

Thank you so much for all of the love of the platonic yandere Coriolanus! I thought this idea was exciting so I wanted to build off of the idea of it going into Katniss's time as suggested by some readers. But, I did not want the reader to be as old as they would be if it were to take place at the correct time canonically.

So I am going to move the time forward a little bit to where a part of it will take place during Catching Fire. It would usually be 65 years in the future with CF being the 75th Hunger Games but I am going to make it take place on the 25th making the reader only 15 years older. I was imagining them being 5 or 6 years old so I am going to say they are 20 when it gets to that part.

Sorry for that entire big explanation, just did not want to confuse anyone and just pretend it worked out with the timeline.

My Little Snowflake (Part 2)

Platonic Yandere Coriolanus Snow x Little Sister Reader

Female Pronouns

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, manipulating, normal Hunger Games warnings

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3?

Coriolanus wasn't expecting everything to change as it did. But it was almost... nice. He was able to spend entire days with his little sister whenever he finished training or the peacekeepers were doing mental training, which he had already mastered through the academy. On the days he had to do training he locked Y/N in the room through an outside lock.

"It is for your safety Y/N, you don't want to be taken away from me, do you? There are evil people out there, savages.”

"Then why'd you bring me?" She asked genuinely curious. Her Grand'mam and cousin were probably lonely without her, she also missed them. Even if Coriolanus was her main family it didn't discount them any less. He gave her a forced sympathetic look.

"I couldn't imagine my years without you Y/N. I love you. You're my little sister, my snowflake." He picked her up and held her close as a few forced tears fell from his eyes.

The thing was Y/N was very empathetic. She worried about everyone and everything feelings, from her classmates to a small bug. Which meant Coriolanus crying was going to make her cry, he was her older brother after all.

She started crying a little as he comforted her "I love you too Corio, I am just scared. I don't want to leave you, I promise I'll stay here." she spoke in a watered voice as she held up a pinky for a pinky promise. He wrapped his around tight as he kissed her forehead.

Within a few days of being there he found Lucy Grey.

The peacekeepers went to The Hob to have some time off and a little fun, which had different meanings for different people. Coriolanus didn't even get close to the alcohol, he was not giving that sort of impression to his sister and he wanted to have full control over himself so he could best protect Y/N.

That's when she went on stage and they saw each other. Lucy Grey liked him, but all he saw was a means to an end as he thought of how he could use her to watch over his sister.

Even when a fight broke loose, he did not join in, he picked up his sister before pushing her head into his neck to hide her eyes from the brutality.

When he went to find her in the forest, he brought Y/N.

Lucy was singing a song when she heard a twig snap behind her making her turn around quickly.

"Sorry... Instincts from the games." She looked down and saw a little girl hiding behind his leg. Lucy Grey was always adept to little kids, their eyes shone differently than adults. They were innocent. Bending down she made a show of peeking around him to see her. "and who is this little lady?"

"My little sister Y/N." Lucy Grey looked up at him with a shocked look. Not because he had a little sister, of course, that was all he talked about when they mentioned their families to each other, but the fact he would subject her to the fate of living in the districts with little money and no one to watch her.

Y/N peaked around and smiled at the girl, remembering what she's heard and been told of the songbird.

From that day on when Corio had peacekeeper training, Y/N would stay with Lucy. It was rare he would allow someone to watch over her without him present but the idea of someone entering the room or her without supervision wore on his mind.

Sure Sejanus had followed him to District 12 but he wasn't allowing his sister to stay alone, He was worried about ideals he would place into her head.

He told Lucy that his family wouldn't watch over her and since he was sent out here they made her go with him. Lucy usually was really good at detecting lies but to him. this wasn't a lie. e didn't trust his family to watch over her without him.

It was one of Lucy Grey’s days to watch her and they went out to the lake to pick flowers to make crowns out of.

“So what’s your favorite color darlin' ?” She asked the little girl as they crouched by each other picking the prettiest flowers of the bunch.

“White! Like Corio hair and our white roses!” She said giggling after all it wasn’t completely white. But then she saw a flower close to the same white “Like this!”

Lucy nearly swooned at the adorable child. It was hard to image that she was the sibling of Coriolanus Snow, the man who is so focused on surviving the world around him he forgets to live.

“Were you.. excited to come with your brother?” Trying to gage her reaction, making sure Y/N was okay when she wasn’t around.

“I do miss Tigres! And Grand’mam but Corio wanted me to come with him. I don’t remember leaving…” Y/N trailed off but her mind instantly got distracted by a little white flower.

Lucy Grey was confused about how the girl didn’t remember leaving the Capital but shook it off as a child’s memory. After all she had no reason to suspect otherwise.

But if she looked into it more, she could’ve seen all of the signs.

~*~

When the opportunity came to return to District 2. Coriolanus did not hesitate. Sure he would lose out on someone watching Y/N but it was a safer district and by now she was used to being in the room. She wouldn't disobey her big brother either by attempting to leave it. he knew best after all.

But he still needed to pass some tests. Things to ensure his loyalty. Why have many little tasks when they can be done in 1?

Sejanus was communicating with rebels, forming a plan to leave the Districts and live on their own beyond the walls of Panem. Sadly, he wasn't very sleek about it nor could he leave without telling his 'best friend'.

He suggested that Coriolanus come with. Bring Y/N and live freely without hurting anyone.

"Do not pull me into this. Rebels almost killed me with that bombing, or do you not remember?"

"Come on Corio! This is bigger than us. If you won't go what about Y/N? A kid does not need to grow up in the Capital watching others kill each other in a so called 'game'. Is that what you want for her?

That was Sejanus's mistake. Questing is protection and love for his sister.

It made his decision for him and he ended the recording on the jabber jay the second he declined the offer leading to Sejanus walking away.

Corio put Dr. Gaul's name on the box and sent it off with a weight off his shoulders. If this did not prove his loyalty to the Capital, they were stupid. He just caught a traitor. Maybe some indirectly but, one from its own walls.

That marked 3 killed by his doing.

When it was time to leave he gave some thought out spiel to Lucy Grey. He wouldn't make an enemy out of her if it was not needed. Sure she was hurt since she had practically fallen in love with the boy and his darling little sister but Lucy being Lucy knew the hold his little sister had on his heart. She wouldn't want to hold him back from getting her somewhere safer and to him that meant the Capital.

After he left Lucy Grey was never seen again. She did not tell him she was leaving or where. So he had no reason to accuse her of being a traitor.

Leaving them to part nicely.

-Time Skip 5 Years-

It was now the 15th Annual Hunger Games. Technology had greatly advanced throughout the years leading to an even better arena, one that wouldn't be easily blown up.

Coriolanus was working to prove himself so he was still residing under Dr. Gaul. He had forbidden her from watching the games. He didn’t want the violence harbored in her young mind. But he wasn’t there to stop her.

He was overseeing the interviews and the games, leaving Y/N home with Tigres and Grand’mam. When the game interviews started, they begun watching on the projector with her sneaking out of her room just enough to see it without them seeing her.

That’s when she saw the tribute from district 4.

Finnick Odair.

He was the youngest in the game at only 14 years old.

Y/N instantly had a little crush. She was only 10 so it wasn’t like it was true love, but his charm was noticeable to her and sadly the rest of the capital.

Tigres felt sympathy for the boy, the idea of it being Coriolanus harboring in her mind but now all she can picture of him, is his father.

When the games began and bets were made. No one could predict the outcome.

Especially not Y/N as Tigres noticed her sneaking out of her room and made her go back inside, not wanting to deal with the wrath of Coriolanus nor did she think Y/N should be seeing this at her age.

Somehow Finnick won. Making him the youngest Victor in the Hunger Games.

Of course, the lavish capital had a party for the elites after the games commenced. The idea of 23 deaths had not even crossed their minds.

Coriolanus went to build connections and Y/N begged him to go with.

"No Y/N, I'm sorry. It is too dangerous." He said trying to convince her in a way that worked many years ago.

"Please! I really want to get dressed up like you! I wanna see what you do" She begged and pleaded and Coriolanus hated seeing her sad. He almost missed those days back in the districts where Y/N was only his. But, the proud big brother in him was proud of how she's grown.

"Fine, but you're staying by my side the entire time. Swear?" He said holding out a pinkie. He found it silly after all it does nothing to prevent someone from breaking the promise but to his little sister it was sacred law and luckily it worked out for him.

Y/N squealed excitedly before linking pinkies and hugging him tightly as she profusely thanked him.

"Tigres, come to get Y/N ready. She is coming with," Coriolanus called out.

~*~

The party was as expected. It was decorated to the point someone would call it crowded. Avoxes were bringing hors d’oeuvres and drinks while the Capital was dressed classy but slightly over the top.

It didn’t matter that the winner was 14, it was a party made for the adults. Especially the game makers and everyone who had anything to do with them. Even the egotistical sponsors.

Coriolanus and Y/N walked in hand in hand as he made a small show about holding it out to her. She giggle enjoyably as they walked down velvet steps.

Coriolanus was talking to everyone, getting their name and status indirectly as he talked to them. One would think they would spill their darkest moment if they were left alone with him.

Even then not once did he let go of his little sister’s hand.

That’s when it came it Finnick. Coriolanus did not like the victor’s or anyone related to the districts. To him they were traitors and monsters. (If only he would look in the mirror).

So when they approached Coriolanus was on alert.

“Finnick Odair, newest Víctor. Tell me, what are you going to do with the money you were oh so graciously given?”

Finnick was calm and composed as if had been dealing with the Capital his entire life. Their questions and stares not even resulting in a mild flinch.

“Bring it back to my family of course.”

Y/N stood next to Corio, with a bashful grin as she stared at the boy. She had never imagined being this close to him.

“And who is she?” Finnick asked politely looked down at the girl who turned bright red at the attention. He simply found her adorable. Nothing bad about it.

“My little sister.” Corio replied as he lightly pushed Y/N behind him seeing the look that was reciprocated through the two even if it wasn’t known to the other. “We should be going now, I’m sure Mr. Plinth would like to talk to you.” He turned and began walking away as Y/N’s bracelet slipped off right at Finnick’s feet. He grabbed it cautiously as if he’d be attacked for holding it but nobody noticed and Y/N certainly didn’t mind after returning to the Capital with the money from Coriolanus’s win, she had more than enough jewelry.

He attempted to give it back but she was no where to be seen as her and Coriolanus left. He was angry and he was good at handling his emotions outwardly but he knew he was a fuse ready to blow when it came to his little snowflake.

Finnick kept the bracelet in his pocket, bringing it everywhere to go to remind him of the goodness in this world. Not expecting to ever see her again.

That was until the 25th Hunger Games, The Quarter Quell.

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I'll Crawl Home to Her 

Dragon Age: the Veilguard, some spoilers for plot, spoilers for Emmrichs romance  Pairing: F!Rook (Mourn Watch) x Emmrich Volkarin  Rating: M   Summary: Eight significant times Emmrich Volkarin called Rook by her real name. 

Length: ~2500 words

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Emmrich Volkarin first called Calliope ‘Rook’ Ingellvar by her name before she went by Rook. 

“Miss Calliope,” Emmrich called over the heads of the handful of students leaving his classroom. At the sound of her name coming from her favourite professor, Calliope instantly flushed and motioned to some companions that they should go ahead without her. “A word if you don’t mind.”  

“Yes, Professor?”  She asked biting her lip. Professor Volkarin was her favourite, not just for his fantastic necromancy skills, or how eloquently he explained such fantastic concepts, but he was also very attractive. At age 35 his hair was greying at the temples, lending him to look even more distinguished than his carefully put-together clothing suggested.  

“I’ve heard from others about your certain... proclivity, to have some ‘adventures’ outside of the Necropolis,” Emmrich began, shifting her paper to the top of the pile, noticeable stains and grease marks littering the off-white sheets. A disapproving frown crossed his face. “I will ask that your future work be submitted with less detritus than the most recent assignment.”   

Calliope looked at her paper and a brighter red coloured her cheeks and chest, “Of course Professor, I’m so sorry. I swear I don’t usually do work outside of the library, but something happened with –.”  

Emmrich held up his hand to stop the ramble from leaving Calliope’s mouth. A soft smile graced his lips, “Not to worry, my dear, but your work is excellent and you should take pride in it. Now please, I have taken up so much of your time already, run along and join your friends.”

 

The second time Emmrich says her name it’s when they meet again, 15 years later. 

Rook had yet to admit to Bellara, or Myrna and Vorgoth, that she did indeed know Professor Emmrich Volkarin, and of his work. Luckily her time away from the Watchers had helped steel her emotions, calm her once easy-to-flush cheeks, and made lies flow smoothly, but she had been anxious all week in the lead-up to their Necropolis visit. Bellara even commented on her makeup that morning, making Rook flush and attempt to wipe some away with the back of her gloved hand.  

-  

“Rook! Lovely to meet a fellow Watcher,” Emmrich exclaimed as he gripped her hand, shaking it politely. “I must confess I apologise if I have you confused, but Myrna had mentioned a ‘Calliope’ to me?”    

Calliope’s face dropped from her measured welcoming smile to a startled expression. Letting go of Emmrich’s hand, she attempted to speak voice unsteady, cheeks flushed. “Uh, yes Professor, Calliope Ingellvar. My friends call me Rook. It uh, caught on in the year since I left the Necropolis.”  

“Ah, no worries, my friend. I shall follow suit.” Emmrich turned with a flourish, leading Bellara and Calliope to the Belfry. Calliope internally kicking herself over the interaction.  

The third time Emmrich said her name was after they shared tea in the Memorial Gardens. 

“Speaking of home, have we really never met around the Necropolis before? Even in passing?” Emmrich’s eyebrows raised as he asked the question. Rook’s eyes widened feeling like a halla in the lamplight. An uncomfortable feeling churned in her stomach as she debated how much of her past to reveal. Especially, how enamoured she was with Emmrich as a young adult.  

“Oh um, I don’t remember everything from my scholar days. I only took a few advanced classes. Got too... busy.” Rook’s mouth dried at the admission. It was a half truth, she remembered nearly every moment of her schooling, growing up with the senior Watchers as guardians, and more books for company than friends, she was in advanced classes at a younger age than many of the other Watchers her age. 

“You know, I’d heard we had a young Watcher getting into scrapes on the streets of Nevarra around then...” Emmrich mused, Rook could almost see the cogs whir in Emmrich’s brain as he searched his memories for a young Rook.  

“They weren’t scrapes! They were... extracurricular learning opportunities.”  

“Aha! That's it! Calliope, you were in my Advanced Fade Studies and Etheric Flows class!”  

Hearing her name from Emmrich’s mouth took her breath away. She had rather hoped he wouldn’t remember her from her scholar years. Calliope couldn’t deny the butterflies fluttering in her body as he remembered her, almost regressing to her 16 year old self, and she endeavoured to change the topic from herself as quickly as possible.  

“Yes, I... your class was most enlightening Emmrich, but I couldn’t help but hear you mention homesickness?”  

The Fourth time Emmrich says her name, it’s a revelation. 

Fighting on the beaches of Rivain always pissed Rook off. It was always too hot, and too sandy. She hated the sand in Rivain, it felt... so coarse compared to the finely milled sand that tracked through the Necropolis. Of course, the scenery of Rivain was stunning and the smell of the ocean air was refreshing, as long as the Antaam weren’t burning gaatlok in her general direction.   

Rook dove for the gaatlok-armed Antaam, pushing her body to flip and attack the hulking Qunari with her imbued daggers. Necromancy pulsing from her hands as she struck true. Pulling her weapons free she could hear Emmrich and Taash finish off the last of the Antaam soldiers who had ambushed them.   

“They just seem to be around every bloody corner here, don’t they?” she exclaimed, wiping her daggers on her bloodstained clothing.   

“Until we can get to the Dragon King,” Taash remarked. The team had tried to track down the Dragon King to no avail, however his poorly planned traps had to lead somewhere.   

“We’ll get to him soon enough Taash, then you can set him straight on Dragons having queens!” Rook stretched to pat Taash on their shoulder in consolidation. Suddenly a loud explosion pierced Rook’s ears, throwing her to the ground some distance away from where she stood. “Calliope!” Emmrich shouted over the ringing in her ears, she felt sand being kicked near her face as Emmrich’s familiar boots came into frame, and a distant squelching noise of an axe being buried into a body barely registered. “My darling are you alright?” Emmrich asked, sending his warming magic over her body to check for internal injuries.  

“I think I’m okay, can you help me up?” Emmrich slowly manoeuvred her to sit, taking stock further before helping Calliope to her feet. He gripped her waist tightly to keep her steady as she threatened to sway, waiting for Taash to make their way over. 

“Hey, Emmrich.”  

“Yes, Taash?” Emmrich was exasperated, whatever could Taash want at a time like this?  

“Why did you call Rook ‘Calliope’? She’s called Rook?”  

The Fifth and Sixth time Emmrich called her Calliope, she had a cold. 

Emmrich looked up from his desk to the sound of Manfred hissing and raising his tray, proud of his assortment of tea, soup and some bread. “Ah Manfred, have you prepared this for dear Rook?” A pleased hiss resonated through Manfred's skull, Emmrich straightened the papers on the desk and rose from his chair, peering through the windows above to where the sun was coming through the windows. “It is about time to give her another tonic. Thank you, Manfred, I can take this next door.”  

Emmrich gently knocked on Rooks’s door, hearing soft snores from behind, he quietly pushed open the door and rounded the middle of the room to the table closest to the sofa. The dim light from candles and the fade fish illuminating his path. Placing the tray down, he crouched down near Rook’s face, and gently rocked her, “Rook? My darling, it’s time to wake up.”  

A grumbling “Mmph” was the reply he received. “Calliope, I brought you some soup.” He drawled elongating her name, much like himself, he knew the food would rouse her from drowsiness. She was often second to the kitchen when food was served, her childhood in the Necropolis meant she often had to go without, and why she often picked up odd jobs around Nevarra City to purchase items that weren’t second or third hand.  

Calliope’s eyes slowly opened, blinking, she noticed even with her lying down and Emmrich crouching he towered over her. As she shuffled to extricate herself from the blanket and sit up there was a thud of a book dropping to the floor. On instinct Calliope reached for it, however Emmrich’s longer reach picked it up far swifter than her lethargic body could match.  The book read ‘The Obverse of Reality: Studies of the Fade in the Waking World.’ A soft gasp left Emmrich as he noticed the book as one of his very own works, Calliope’s copy was too well-thumbed and too battered to be from his own study in the Lighthouse. Calliope noticed his recognition of the title, her face becoming hotter despite the chill that cloaked her body after removing the blanket. “You never told me you have read any of my works, my dear.”   

A shyness crept over Calliope, her eyes darting away from Emmrich’s face as she replied, the congestion in her nose lending her voice a nasal tone, “Well, I was in this class, I had to get your book, it’s even a first edition!”  

“It must have been sixteen years since I published this –” Emrich mused,” I'm sure I’ve published much more recent findings on the Fade, especially since it started to thin.”  

“I like it, I can hear your voice as I read it.” Calliope started, her voice slowly getting quieter as she admitted, “It’s um – comforting, to read a book I know so well.” Emmrich rose from his crouch, placing a gentle kiss on Calliope’s forehead and moving to sit next to her on the sofa. His earthy scent relaxed Calliope instantly. “Well, how about I read some passages aloud as you eat my dear, I also brought another tonic, it should keep your symptoms at bay and allow you to rest.” Said Emmrich, motioning to the tray on the side table.  

Emmrich’s voice was gentle as he read, often musing on additions he would make to the text, or discussing Calliope’s scrawled annotations in the margins. Making note that she used tiny skull shapes to punctuate her ‘i’s’ and exclamation marks. After Calliope ate, she leaned back against the sofa, her head resting on Emmrich’s arm as he continued reading. Emmrich turned the page to the next chapter and Calliope stiffened as she saw the doodle on the page, Emmrich let out a deep chuckle, noting the words written in a loosely drawn doodle of an anatomical heart. Calliope swore she could almost feel every blood vessel in her face expanding, a beet-red flush falling over her face as she scrambled to close the book. Emmrich moved to hold the book far out of her reach, a devious glint in his eye as he drawled “Calliope Volkarin, eh?”   

The Seventh time Emmrich said her name it was to give a gift. 

“My dear, please sit still or else I shan’t be able to give this gift properly.” Emmrich teased. Of course, he’d give her the present no matter what. But after finally acquiring a fitting token of his affection, his love, he wanted to give it to Rook exactly as he imagined.   

Stepping behind her perched on his desk, he opened the soft bag that contained her gift, he peered around to ensure her eyes were tightly shut, letting out an exhale of satisfaction Emmrich moved Rook’s hair to the side, holding it tightly in his hands he twisted her hair up and out of the way, a wry smile on his lips as he pulled lightly on the bundle. Rook let out a gentle hiss as heat pooled in between her legs. “If you could please hold your hair?”   

Satisfied, Emmrich proceeded to undo the clasp of the necklace, threading it around Rook’s neck, his fingers ghosting over her skin as he did so. After it was joined, Emmrich’s fingers lightly traced the chain over her clavicle, placing tender kisses on the back of Rook’s neck. Rook felt the cool weight of the necklace on her sternum, reaching up to feel the pendant, gasping as she raised it into her view. Finely detailed skeletal hands grasped a large garnet, it was hard to tell upside down but it almost looked like the stone was vaguely heart-shaped. “Emmrich, this is far too much! I can’t imagine what it must have cost!” Emmrich paused his careful mapping of Rook’s neck with his lips and moved closer to her ear, his light stubble scratching lightly at Rook’s skin.  

“I saw this when we were back in Nevarra and I couldn’t resist picturing how it would look around your neck, Calliope.” Added to the ministrations on her neck, he knew the reaction she had to Emmrich saying her real name, how a delicious red painted her cheeks and chest, creating the perfect trail for Emmrich’s fingers to follow. Calliope’s squirms brought herself closer to Emmrich, her back hitting his chest as he gently grasped Calliope’s neck with one hand, his other tracing the long line of her tattoo down towards her soft lower stomach. His cool rings icy against her heat.  

“Emmrich” she gasped, breath hitching, reaching for the back of his neck, bringing him closer, and kissing him deeply. Soft moans emanated from the both of them, Calliope broke away inhaling trying to extricate herself from Emmrich’s grasp, but he tugged gently, coaxing her back to her original position. “Calliope, this is about you, my love.” 

The eighth time, wasn’t really the eighth time. By then Elgar’nan had been dead for nearly a year. Emmrich and Calliope had returned to the Necropolis, Emmrich to his shaping of young minds, Calliope to the library, her younger self’s sacred sanctuary. On occasion they would jointly lecture on what they discovered during their time fighting against the Evanuris, careful to still keep some secrets. Manfred was flourishing under the tutelage of the Mourn Watch, his curiosity leading to amusing stories over dinner.  

On this particular evening, Manfred had delivered a sealed note to Calliope, asking for her to arrive in the Memorial Gardens when the dinner bell tolls. 

The flowers in the Memorial Gardens seemed to burst with fragrance as Calliope entered. A bouquet of lilacs stood on the table where Calliope and Emmrich had their first real date when they first started to truly get to know each other. A wisp danced across her vision guiding her past the ledge where a small table was set, taking Calliope back to when they first visited the Memorial Gardens together for the mourning rites, eventually the wisp paused at the steps that led towards the grave covered in snaking Shroud’s Kiss. Calliope thanked the wisp and continued up the steps, and onto the pathway which was littered in a cacophony of flower petals, lilac and yellow beckoning towards the figure at their juncture. Emmrich closed the gap, eager to reach his beloved. “Thank you for coming my darling, I admit it is poor manners on my part for such short notice,” he said entwining his hands with Calliope’s. “Emmrich this is quite the surprise, what’s the occasion?” 

“Well my love, I -.” Emmrich started, clearing his throat. “Calliope Ingellvar, my dearest Rook. Would you be so mad as to agree to a lifetime with a besotted fool of a professor, and do me the honour of becoming Calliope Volkarin?” 

And that was probably the most significant time Emmrich said Calliope’s name. 

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

character portraits part 2 this time for yoi fandom

katsuki tends to gain weight easily, even though for most of the anime he's skinny i wanted to keep some roundness to his face. it also matches with his docile personality. i really like his slightly longer hair in the last episode's final scene so i used it.

WIKI SAYS VICTOR'S HAIR IS PLATINUM BUT IT WAS SO GREY IN THE ANIME I THOUGHT HE WENT GREY PREMATURELY LIKE MY MOTHER but i made it actually platinum because him being one of those few people with natural platinum blond hair makes more sense considering he had it since his childhood. this guy gives me bigger, sharp, hooked nose vibes so much but i can't even explain why. i didn't draw him with a full heart shaped smile here but the reason i kept his lips rather thin was because i thought when he smiled it would bring out his heart shaped mouth more. also he's an arctic fox to me, he has fox eyes.

plisetsky was a 15-16 year old who hadn't had his growth spurt yet throughout the anime, it was pointed out by several characters multiple times that he looked feminine, therefore that's exactly what i made him. i assumed his facial features weren't fully developed yet so they're not sharp and bony. he always seemed like a character who tends to overwork himself to me. i gave him eyebags but it's not too visible because i accidentally painted the whole thing way too pastel. that combined with his natural scowl creates his resting bitch face.

otabek gets the kazakh cheekbones. he also has a natural scowl like yuri but i didn't give him an emo face. doesn't mean i won't in the future. it's too pastel here but i usually draw otabek with really red cheeks. he's a biker and kazakhstan isnt the warmest place he probably gets wind burns idk. instead of pure black i like to make his hair very dark brown, it's usually how it is in where i live and i don't live too far away from kazakhstan both culturally and location-wise.(also here's a fact i think yoi fans can have fun with: otabek's last name altın means gold/golden, it's a common word between kazakh and my native language turkish.)

even though it's just a sketch i wanted it to mirror their first encounters. yuri and otabek stare at each other rather meanly, yuuri and victor glance like they're trying to seduce the other.

[clangenrising]

Month 15 - Newleaf

Content Warning: This piece includes content that may be triggering to some viewers. See this post for details

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Battle With Razor Pt 7

Scorchplume couldn’t believe what she was doing. The further into the woods they went, the louder the sounds of yowling, fighting cats grew. It was overwhelming. It made her want to crawl into a hole and close her eyes until everything was over. But Goldenstar needed her. She found it hard to believe that Oddstripe had been given a mystical vision of doom but, if there was anything she could believe, it was that Goldenstar was in danger. 

A grey shape moved in her peripheral vision and Scorch sucked in a sharp, fearful breath. Oddstripe twisted to follow her gaze and his shoulders loosened in relief. 

“Stormwhisper!” he cried around the yarrow in his mouth. 

“Oddstripe?” The shape that wasn’t Razor turned to face them with a surprised expression. 

“Oddstripe?” Sagetooth’s voice echoed his question cantankerously. The healer stomped out from behind a tree to glare at them. When she spotted Scorch, her expression flattened to something close to resignation. “And Scorchplume. What in the Dark Forest are you doing here?” The other healers craned their necks to see what the fuss was about. 

“I had a vision!” Oddstripe explained, moving closer. “Have any of you seen Goldenstar? Scorchplume needs to get to her right away.” 

“No,” Sagetooth shook her head, “She’s probably in the thickest of the fighting.” Scorch swallowed thickly and tried to keep her eyes from darting around at every noise. 

“Then that’s where we have to go,” Oddstripe said reluctantly. 

“You’ll get yourself killed,” Sagetooth snapped. 

“She’s right,” said Stormwhisper, “it’s too dangerous.”

“This was stupid,” Scorch huffed, tail twitching. “I shouldn’t even be here.”

“No, no!” Oddstripe’s ears pressed back against his skull. “My vision was very clear! If Scorchplume doesn’t get to Goldenstar, she’ll die!” 

“She has nine lives,” Sagetooth said. “She’s prepared to lose one of them to kill Razor.” Scorch grit her teeth and held her tongue. That was part of the problem! 

Oddstripe shook his head in distress. “No, I mean she’ll die die! Like completely dead!” 

“That’s ridiculous,” huffed Sagetooth. “That only happens if a cat gets sick or drowns, things that can’t be healed immediately.” 

“You all sound insane,” Scorch hissed. “She’s probably already dead.” She almost wished that were true. In that case, she would have something final to hold onto instead of floating unmoored in this unbearable uncertainty. 

Sagetooth growled to herself, tail lashing. “Hush, kit. Don’t speak on things you know nothing about.” 

“Stormwhisper!” a voice called from the other side of the small clearing. “It’s Darkmoon!” Dawnbird came dashing in as Coyotechaser and Sparrowpaw trailed behind with a bloody Darkmoon limping between them. 

“Bring him over here!” Stormwhisper said, attention completely diverted. “Blazingbrush, grab the poppy seeds!” 

“On it!” 

“He’s having trouble breathing,” Sparrowpaw said, sparing only a brief glance their way. 

Sagetooth chewed her lip for a second and then said, “Oddstripe, if you’re completely sure, you should go looking. StarClan will guide you.” 

“Alright,” nodded Oddstripe. He stepped up beside Scorchplume and looked towards the battlefield, tail arched behind him. 

“This is crazy,” Scorchplume said. “You know this is crazy, right?” 

“I know,” Oddstripe fretted, looking at his son who was already darting back towards the battle. “I can’t do nothing though.” He stepped forward, then stopped all of a sudden, eyes wide. “Do you see that?” 

Scorch leaned in to follow his gaze. “What? I don’t see anything.” 

“Look!” he said breathily, pointing with his muzzle. “See how the sun is shining through those trees?” Scorch looked again. The trees seemed completely normal, the dawn light filtering in between the leaves. There was a small trail of stronger light where the branches let in more of the sun’s rays. It didn’t seem particularly special to her mind.

“So?” she asked.

“It’s leading perfectly through the trees,” Oddstripe said, already bounding towards it. “We have to follow it!” 

“What?!” Scorch bristled. “But it’s nowhere near the battle!” 

“Come on!” was all he said, shouting over his shoulder. 

Scorch let out a frustrated whine, claws kneading the damp earth in frustration. This was insane! She was following a crazy person into the woods for no reason! Still, she glanced around and decided she didn’t want to stay here and she knew she wouldn’t have the stomach to just go back, so she dashed to catch up with him. She hoped that Goldenstar actually needed her help or else she was going to feel so stupid after this. 

She followed Oddstripe through the trees for a while as he raced along the thin line of sunlight that cut a path between the trees. Scorch had to admit, it was strange how continuous the line was, how it was never blocked by shrubbery and it never led them up the side of a tree. She shrugged it off as a freaky coincidence. The sound of fighting faded behind them, allowing her nerves to settle just a bit. 

Then, suddenly, the playful sound of a bell rattling with effort. 

“Wait, shh!” she hissed softly. “Stop!”

Oddstripe did so, ears perked attentively. “What is that?” 

“A collar bell,” she whispered, “It’s one of the Exalted. What are they doing all the way out here?” 

“Let’s go look,” Oddstripe said, creeping closer. 

“W- Don’t-!” Scorch bristled indignantly. Her protests didn’t slow him and with another frustrated kneading, she slank after him.

Ahead of them was a small clearing in which a large tabby tom stood hunched over something, shaking it in his jaws. Scorch’s heart leapt into her throat at the sight of Razor. What was he doing out here?! She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. Her heart was beating so fast she thought her body might explode. 

“Oh, Stars,” Oddstripe whispered beside her, his voice full of horror. 

At the sound, Razor turned to face them, eyes searching the underbrush, and Scorch gasped. The thing in his jaws was Goldenstar, her body limp and bloody, eyes gazing vacantly as her head lolled in their direction. Razor dropped the body and it hit the ground with a wet thump. 

“Who’s out there?” he asked, teeth bared. Scorch took a step back. Oddstripe started to move forward. 

“What are you doing?!” Scorch said in a whisper so high it was almost a squeak. 

“I have to help her,” Oddstripe said, shifting his posture lower as if about to sprint.

“She’s dead!” Scorch hissed. “There’s no helping her now!” 

“There you are,” Razor’s voice sent a chill down her spine. The way his eyes swept over the shrub told her he couldn’t see them yet but he stepped over Goldenstar’s body and prowled in their direction. 

Scorchplume had no idea what possessed her to step forward in that moment. She should have run. She should have left Oddstripe to his foolishness and started heading for the hills. Instead, she inexplicably walked straight into the fire and she had no idea why. 

When Razor saw her, his furious snarl softened in surprise. “Gingersnap.” He said. 

Scorchplume swallowed dryly. She didn’t know what she was supposed to say. Oddstripe was right behind her somewhere, sure to be discovered. Carefully, she sidestepped Razor to get a better look at the corpse, hoping to lead his attention away from the hidden healer. 

“Razor, what have you done?” she asked hoarsely. She stared past the body and let her vision fog, unable to actually look at the grisly details marring the pelt of the cat she had been sharing a nest with for the last few weeks. 

“Don’t be like that,” Razor frowned, closing distance with her. He licked the blood from his muzzle and buried his nose in the fur at the back of her neck. She stiffened under his touch, stomach turning queasily. It felt like he had her insides in a vice and was squeezing them as hard as he could. 

“Forget about the savage, Gingersnap. She’s gone now.” 

Scorch inhaled shakily. “Razor, please…” 

“What?” he asked, a hint of annoyance replacing the sickly sweet tone he had been using. “Please what, little bird?” 

“Please, just…” She didn’t know where she was going with this. “Just let me go.” 

Razor’s posture shifted dangerously. “Let you go?” he breathed. “Careful, Gingersnap. You almost sound like you don’t want to go back with me.” 

“I don’t,” she sobbed, backing away. “I never did!” 

“That’s a lie,” he shouted, “words planted in your head by that filthy wild cat!” Scorch, hunched down against the ground, spared one glance past him at Goldenstar’s body. Oddstripe was crouched over her, rubbing chewed up yarrow over her gaping wounds in a futile display of optimism. Razor’s paw shot out and pushed her chin upwards. 

“Don’t look at her!” he snapped. “She’s gone now. Look at me.” 

“Stop it!” she cried, pushing him away. 

“No,” he boomed, shoving her roughly back, “you need to learn! I am the only one who has ever cared about you! I gave you everything you wanted, practically crawled over glass to suit your whims, and all the while you snuck around behind my back! Why?!”

“Don’t touch me!” Scorch screamed, unable to think another thought. She reared up on her toes in an attempt to feel less like a cowering child. 

“You will never be satisfied!” Razor laughed bitterly. “You’re a leech, Gingersnap, all you do is feed off other people but it will never be enough for you! You will always be empty and miserable and incomplete!” Scorch pressed her ears back against her head to block out the words. He was just trying to get into her head, she couldn’t listen to him. 

Razor leaned down and lowered his voice to something pleading and gentle. “Why can’t you just let me love you?” Scorch struck out with her claws and they gouged into the soft flesh of his eye. Razor snarled in pain and recoiled, blinking away the blood now pouring down the right side of his face. 

“You little bitch!” he hissed and swiped out with his own claws. Her body moved instinctively, ducking backwards on muscle memory, and the strike grazed her whiskers. Her heart was pounding. Mouth dry, she lunged and swiped at him like Goldenstar had taught her only to be slammed onto her back by Razor’s massive paws. 

“You’ll pay for that,” he growled, blood dripping from his face onto hers. She squirmed helplessly. Why had she done this? For months she had avoided this exact course of action knowing it would end in her death but something about these Clan cats had sabotaged the defenses she had been building all her life and introduced a fatal flaw. She wondered if an apology would do anything at this point. 

“There!” she heard Russetfrond shout from a distance. Razor turned his head and bared his teeth in a snarl. With a screech, Orangestar leapt onto Razor’s back in a blur of ginger fur, and he stumbled away to try and throw her off. Scorchplume gasped for breath and scrambled to her feet, cheeks drenched in tears. 

“Are you alright?” Russetfrond asked, appearing at her side. 

“I don’t know,” she swallowed. The deputy looked her up and down and seemed to conclude that she was fine. He turned his attention back to the battle and sprang off to join Orangestar. 

Scorchplume crouched down against the earth and fell apart.

[losyash]

On the matter of Greedling's eye color

okay so usually it's said that the eyes are brown when ling is in control and purple(anime)/red(manga) when greed is, right? but the thing is

episode 57. do you see it??

bitch's purple. but this is ling

i have like 15 more pics to compare so i put them under the cut

they even make a clear as fuck shot of his very purple eye.

then i went to check the mental space ling to see if it transfers and i had a lot of pictures here comparing different shots which all came down to that his eyes look like this which is NOT his eye color normally

but i am assuming it's a lighting issue because uh ep 28 where we get the ultimate close up of his eyes in soul space or whatever it is they're his natural color

also fun fact the moment ling gets injected greed his eyes change in the real world

...yeah that was painful

anyway next i checked the only times i remember ling driving again between that ep and promised day

ep 45:

that's still ling but greed IS trying to come back so might not be that good of an example. he doesn't open his eyes earlier =3=

the vs gluttoby and pride battle was useless because with the lighting they have you can't see shit

there is sooome color but i can move my mouse slightly to the left and get a different result so i wouldn't rely on those here

and since i started dealing with Very Inconclusive Colors i went ahead and checked the manga too

here is the same point that started it all

here for comparison is an early ling

and early greedling

do you see the grey tint? HOWEVER

here is the og greed who is supposed to have the same eyecolor as greedling when greed is in control and yet there is no grey (27)

but in 31 in some specific spots the grey appears (i put there a greed from two pages earlier for comparison)

here is a piece of fucking color (chapter 99)

and with og greed too

see? same color!! sorta

here is greed getting smacked which serves no purpose except me thinking it's hilarious

and here is actual greed in chapter 100

with tint being back

conclusion: ??????????? greed's eyes in manga are weird but i am ready to argue they're purple regardless of whoever is in control in anime

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon

Risotto similar to Jason Voorhees? (I had to do it! I couldn’t resist!!)

He was bullied a lot as a kid for his bizarre appearance, white hair, red eyes and black sclera

However his childhood friend Darling was always so nice and kind to him, telling him how his eyes and hair is very pretty and cool, she was 1 years younger than him and much smaller too (Darling was very small for a 9 year old, with Risotto being 10)

Until Risotto’s death, which devastated Darling so much that het mind repressed her own memories of what happened that day (As she was being held back by bullies who let Risotto drown)

Now almost 20 years later and some random people are trying to bring back the place, which cause Risotto’s cousin to snap and go on a killing spree (I thought it would be interesting to do a role reversal for Risotto with his cousin) until his death at the hands of one of the people he tried to kill

Darling went to the lake to pay her yearly respects to Risotto like she always does on his birthday (Not realizing the hulking individual stalking her. Watching her. Following her back home)

So when Darling comes home, she opens her fridge and screams in horror seeing the severed head of someone, only for huge hands to grab Darling and she’s forced unconscious and awakens inside a rundown house tied to the bed and walks in a huge man

Risotto either doesn’t talk or he can but his speech is very broken as he and Darling made a promise to marry each other when they grow up and Risotto intends to fulfill it

Risotto face looks rotting with half his jaw bone seen, grey to greenish skin from the rot or it’s burned flesh, whatever you want

Happy Halloween!! 🎃

Happy Halloween, would have posted a fic today but Nintendo released their music app... let's just say splatoon 3 ost and smut do not work together lol.

But hell Risotto as Jason Voorhees.

Warnings: mentions of attempted sexual exploitation.

Risotto was never a social person, he was a recluse and his strange appeared didn't make things better. Darling was there for him though.

Around 16 and 15 they ended up going on a school camp and darling ended up in a situation where her male classmates were blackmailing her into performing sexual favors. Risotto intervenes to help her but he's overwhelmed by the group and is floored. Darling pleads with them to stop, she'll do what they want if they stop hurting him while one of them holds her back.

They end up dragging him to the nearby lake and forcing his head under, pulling him up every so often until he stops struggling. The group freaks out realizing they just killed him. Darling is quickly pushed aside and ends up unconscious from the fall.

They end up submerging his body under rocks and promise to never tell what happened. Now they need to deal with Darling but when she comes to she doesn't remember what happened that night and they take her back to camp.

Next morning Risotto is nowhere to be found, the people who run the camp call the police but even they can't find him. The camp is ended early and shortly after the whole thing is shut down after his mother sues for negligence.

Darling is still close with his family after all she'd been dating him at the time. His cousin, Campanelle knows there was something up with his disappearance. It had to be foul play.

Years later does one of the former students buy the place and offer to host their high-school reunion before it officially opens. They barely knew anything about Risotto and think it was a shame it got shut down after what happened. Most people believe he just ran away.

Darling does go but is drawn to the water, she sits out on the dock. Wondering what happened to Risotto and hopping that he really did run away, as unlikely as it seems.

Meanwhile Cam ends up overhearing one of the guys mention what happened that night and all hell breaks loose as he ends up killing one of the guys and injuring two others. Everyone is shocked and darling gets back just as the police arrive.

"They killed him! (Insert a few names) killed Risotto Nero!" Cam loudly proclaims as he brandishs a knife before he's killed. Darling is mortified, it stabs her to know the truth.

The camp hall where the party was held is closed for investigation but the rest of the place however is still open. Due to darling helping the host with preparations she got one of the private lodges.

She goes back for the night bawling her eyes out. She needs a drink to soothe her throat and opens the fridge to see the severed head of one of the culprits in the fridge, he'd tried to run away after being called out before meeting with a grizzly fate. In the light she also sees the blood on the floor from what she assumes is the head.

She runs out the door to tell someone before running into someone. She clears her eyes to see a large figure but can't make out the features in the low light.

"The fridge- there's a-" she tries to speak past her hiccups but the figure grabs her in their tight grip, brandishing a machete at her.

"Please let me go! I'll do whatever you want, Just let me go" she begs them. They end up putting away the blade before knocking her out. Risotto didn't realize it was darling at first until she begged, almost mirroring what she begged before his death.

When she comes to she's finds herself tied to a chair in a dingy old cabin. A lamp is lit and is met with the monster before her. Blueish gray skin with extreme visible veins. Parts eaten away exposing the muscle and bones beneath. Looking up at his face his lower jaw is only bone but those eyes and hair catch her off guard. No it couldn't possibly be. She remembers what happened now, there's no doubt he died.

"No... it can't be" she chokes out before crying again. His hand caresses her face.

"No! there's no way you're him!" She shouts as she moves her head away. He looks older, how could he even age if he was dead. She refuses to believe her beloved could ever become this creature. He's determined to show her the truth.

He came back for her. The moment he awoke he was thrown into a frenzy to try and save darling a many years too late and ended up killing two people hiding out at the abandoned site.

[rheanyraaaa]

Water Lilly Part 15

Robb Stark x Frey! Reader

Enemies To Lovers

a/n: mentions of feeling depressed and abandoned and rape/ assault

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The camp was unusually quiet as you sat by the fire, wrapped in your heavy black cloak. The weight of mourning clung to you, thick and suffocating, like the storm clouds that had been gathering overhead. Robb sat across from you, balancing a stick in his hands as he tried, for what felt like the hundredth time, to coax a smile from you.

“You know,” he started, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eye, “Grey Wind once stole a whole roast chicken from the cooks. They were chasing him around for hours, waving knives and spoons like madmen.”

You glanced at him, unimpressed, before looking back at the fire.

“Not even a smile?” he asked, his tone teasing but tinged with frustration. “Come on. I thought you’d at least laugh at the image of a direwolf dodging a butcher.”

“I’m not in the mood for laughter, Robb,” you replied, your voice cold and distant.

He sighed, running a hand through his auburn curls. “I know you’re grieving, but Alec wouldn’t have wanted you to lose yourself like this. He’d have wanted you to live, to—”

“Don’t tell me what Alec would’ve wanted,” you snapped, standing abruptly. “You didn’t know him like I did.”

The tension between you crackled like the impending storm. Robb stood as well, his expression hardening. “I’m trying to help you, but you’re shutting me out at every turn. You need to get away from this camp, from all of this. Go to Winterfell. Rest. Be safe.”

You shook your head. “No. I’m staying here. My place is with you.”

“Your place,” he said firmly, “is with our child. Do you think I can focus on leading a war if I’m constantly worrying about you and the baby? Winterfell is the safest place for you.”

“I’m not leaving,” you repeated, your voice rising. “Don’t you dare try to send me away like I’m some burden to be dealt with!”

Before Robb could respond, a deafening clap of thunder rolled across the sky, followed by a flash of lightning that illuminated the camp. The sound was so loud it seemed to shake the very ground beneath you.

Your breath hitched, panic gripping your chest as the storm grew fiercer. Another crack of thunder sent you stumbling backward, your legs trembling. Memories you had buried deep surfaced all at once: the howling winds, the cries of wildlings, the searing pain of their assault as you journeyed to the Twins at twelve years old.

“Stop,” you whispered to yourself, but the memories didn’t listen.

“Are you alright?” Robb’s voice cut through the haze, but when the next bolt of lightning struck, you lost all composure. You ran forward without thinking, burying yourself in his chest.

He caught you, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively. “It’s just a storm,” he said softly, his tone laced with concern.

You clung to him, your fingers twisting in the fabric of his tunic as tears began to stream down your face. “It’s not just the storm,” you choked out.

Robb stiffened slightly, leaning back to look at you. “What is it, then? Tell me.”

You hesitated, the words heavy on your tongue, before finally whispering, “When I was twelve, coming back from Dorne… wildlings attacked us. They—they hurt me, Robb.”

His body went rigid, his arms tightening around you instinctively. “Hurt you how?” he asked, his voice low and trembling with barely contained rage.

“They raped me,” you said, the admission breaking something inside you. “The storm that night… it was just like this one.”

For a moment, he said nothing, the silence filled only by the pounding of rain on the tent and the occasional rumble of thunder. Then, softly, he murmured, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

You nodded against his chest, unable to speak as sobs wracked your body.

Robb’s hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair. “No one will ever hurt you like that again,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion. “Not while I’m here.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, tears streaking your face. “I don’t want your pity, Robb.”

“It’s not pity,” he said firmly, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s care. And respect. And love.”

His words stunned you into silence. Then, as if compelled by an invisible force, you leaned forward, your lips brushing against his. He kissed you back, gently at first, but with growing urgency as the storm raged on outside.

For the first time in weeks, the darkness inside you lifted, even if only slightly.

The next morning, the storm had passed, but its effects lingered.

“I’ll go to Winterfell,” you told Robb as you prepared to leave. “But only because I’m choosing to. Not because you ordered me.”

He nodded, his expression both relieved and regretful. “I’ll join you when I can.”

You spent the morning saying your goodbyes to the soldiers and the camp. When it came time to leave, Robb helped you onto your horse, his hand lingering on yours.

“Stay safe,” he said, his voice low.

“You too,” you replied, your eyes meeting his. And with that, you rode off, leaving behind the man who had slowly begun to piece you back together

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@maysileeewrites @yeahnohoneybye @samieree @nervouschaosgladiator

[willbyersabyss]

Will flickered the garage lights. Not a new statement I know, but he did... unintentionally. This is an expansion of my theory that Will changed time by travelling into the Wheeler house DND memory. When Will travelled into that memory, it not only altered the Upside Down and time there, but also messed with the electricity at the Wheeler house.

So we all know the DND game very obviously foreshadows Will's encounter with the demogorgon, ending with Will('s dice) going missing. Well what if the rest of that scene at the Wheeler house foreshadows events that follow directly after Will's disappearance?

Right after Will loses the dice, Karen tells the boys that they need to go home. Will losing the dice represents the moment he gets lost. Karen's line alludes to them losing track of time. So time may have been altered moments after Will disappeared.

Karen says that they can finish their game at another time. Mike says they can't because it will ruin the flow. The flow of time? This suggests that their DND game had a hand in altering the flow of time, perhaps in the Upside Down, so picking another date wouldn't be right. The time needs to be November 6th!

Ted is already up and messing with the TV that's having technical issues. Whatever caused the power to flicker already happened by the time Mike got upstairs. So it started during their DND game. Interesting.

We've already seen Will's relationship with the Upside Down mess with cameras and TVs. The camera originally filmed at 8:04 PM but when Joyce watched it on the TV, it says 8:15 PM. Once Will got transferred into the Upside Down during his vision, the camera started glitching. The Upside Down interfered with time here!

So the Wheeler's TV started glitching because Will was in the Upside Down, just like it did to the Halloween footage. Will is causing these glitches somehow.

Then Will leaves and the lights flicker, but only in the garage. The bedroom light upstairs and the front porch light stayed the same. If this was just a power outage because of lab shenanigans, the entire house would have flickered. We know lights flicker when someone in the UD walks under them, so this must be what's happening. Someone is on the other side. Vecna or... Will!

The lights flicker the second Will bikes out of the garage. This indicates that Will leaving Mike's garage is causing the flickering. Maybe he was leaving on the other side because he went back in time to this memory.

Mike is the one to turn the lights off after they flicker. Is this hinting at Mike being the one to solve the UD's time problem?

So why was Will leaving the Wheeler house so soon after altering the UD to look like that memory? He was being chased. This is the scene that we see after Will leaves. Dustin chases after Will and yells that he's going to kill him... interesting choice of words for sure! This represents Vecna going after Will on the other side.

What Dustin says here may even indicate why Vecna wants to take Will in the first place. "Race you back to my place" might hint that Vecna wanted Will to create the Creel house in the UD, so he chased him there until it formed. Will broke the barrier of the Wheeler house memory.

And then Will claims Dustin's X-Men 134 comic. This comic has a lot of information that clearly links to the lore of the show, most of which relates to El, but this section caught my eye. Mastermind, who I think represents Vecna, made Jean Grey believe she was time travelling, but it was all an illusion. So time travel is literally being brought up and correlated with Will right off the bat!

Here's the thing... Max didn't actually travel into a memory. We see El travel into multiple memories and she sees other people there. Max's skatepark memory and Billy's beach memory both still have people. So why does Max's Snow Ball "memory" have no people? The people she was with were the reason why that memory was happy, so shouldn't they be there?

Nope! You know what other place resembles Hawkins but notably has zero people? The Upside Down. Hm! So the UD is a memory of some sort, but not really the memory. It's an illusion of the memory. Maybe the big difference between El's true memory travel compared to Max's illusion is that what Max did can actually alter the UD and technology in the real world. I already have a post discussing this topic here!

Will did this too. That's why the Wheeler house is stuck on the day he went missing. It's his memory that was replicated there. When Will did this after being kidnapped, it messed with the electricity in the real world when the memory takes place. So the TV goes out along with the garage lights. Will was there, but in a memory!

[mitsukitsume]

This idea was inspired by @chilliesillie ! I decided to change it up just a bit but I hope you like it!

Pov : Isaac gets worried about you!

It had been a very long time since you went out . You noticed you needed a few things and the weather today was quite nice aswell , what could be a better day to go shopping? You told Isaac and at first he insisted on him going with you but you told him that you'll be fine . After some consideration Isaac said fine but he told you to tell him when you reach town and when you are about to leave.

You reached town and informed Isaac then went on with your shopping it had been very long since you went shopping and you got yourself quite alot of things. Time flew by and you realised it was getting a bit you decided to hurry home and give Isaac a call.

"Hello! Isaac I am about to come home soon . I'll be there in 15 minutes"

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No I am okay! I did alot of shopping. Everything was so pretty!! I just felt like buying everything, I even bought you somethi- aahh!!"

And before you know you slipped down a few steps of the stairs and your phone slipped and fell somewhere. You also dropped a shopping bag , inside one of the shopping bag was a glass bottle of cologne that you bought for Isaac . It shattered on falling down and made a very loud noise .

"Hello!? Y/N!? Are you there !?? Are you okay!?!??"

You heard isaac's voice coming from your phone. Your phone was underneath the shopping bag and just when you were about to pick it up someone stepped over it accidentally.

"WAIT STOP!!!"

Were the last words that Isaac heard before the phone got cut off. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest . He felt as if his world had came crashing down upon him. All he could remember was his own childhood trauma. It's as if he watched all over again. Isaac quickly got up , grabbed his g*n and headed straight to his car. Isaac always had hoped this day would never come. His biggest nightmares were being played Infront of him. His hands were shaking and he kept whispering under his breath. "Please....no...no.. please....not them...oh...god... please" his eyes were filled with tears and his heart full of fear.

Meanwhile the stranger who stepped on your phone, quickly stopped and apologised. You looked at his tall tan figure. He had long grey hair. He immediately got down and helped you.

"I am terribly sorry! Here let me help you."

He helped you gather your supplies.

"Are you okay? Do you feel pain anywhere?"

"Just my ankle...thank you for helping me"

"it's my pleasure ! Take care and have a good day!"

He left shortly after. You tried to use your broken phone to call back Isaac but it didn't turn on. You took a deep sigh and took a few steps forward until you saw a car coming over your direction at full speed , when you took a closer look , it was Isaac's car. You were happy that Isaac came to pick you up because your ankle hurt really bad. In your mind he was there to pick you up but in Isaac's mind something terrible had happened to you. He quickly stopped his car and got out to hold you.His face was red and tears were dripping down his face non-stop. He was visibly shaking as well.

"A-ARE...YOU -UHH O-OKAY!?"

He could barely even talk. You couldn't bare see Isaac in this state. You heart was shattered. You immediately hold him and ask him what's wrong. You tell him to calm down and you both went inside the car.

"Isaac.. please look at me , I am completely okay alright? Everything is fine just take a deep breath okay?"

Isaac takes a deep breath and calms himself down. He tries to say something but you shush him down.

"Shh just calm down Hun. I am okay. See hear my heartbeat, I am alive and well.."

Isaac finally calmed down and asked you what happened.

" I-I heard you scream and something shatter and than your voice again..I thought something bad happened to you."

"While I was talking to you, my foot had slipped and I feel down a few steps of the stairs, upon falling I dropped the bottle of cologne that I brought for you and it made a loud shattering noise. Then someone stepped on my phone! My broke and that's why I couldn't call you back!"

It all made sense to him now. He was shocked but he had never felt so relieved in his life ever before.

"oh gosh ..I thought something... happened t-"

"Hey, it's alright everything's fine. I am right for you and always will be honey"

You pull Isaac into a hug and gently kiss his forehead and then his lips.

"I love you"

"I love you more"

I again apologize if it's not like you wanted! I tried my best😅. I really hope you like it. ❤️❤️❤️

[daisykihannie]

𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 | 𝚂.𝙲𝙱 + 𝙱.𝙲

pairing: Dom!Chan+Dom!Changbin x ftm!reader

warning: NSFW, overstimulation, teasing, threesome, praise, degradation, spit, cum, lots and lots of cum, scratching, giving oral, receiving oral, unprotected sex, NASTY NASTY BOYS, daddy kink, sir kink, 99% smut and 1% fluff, porn WITH plot

a/n: @getyourdirtyhandsoffme thank you for the idea! I hope you like it! I think I got a little bit carried away with this one. oopsie-

You had become pretty close with the idol group stray kids since you had been a frequent backup dancer for them. It was currently comeback season and you were all staying insanely busy with the hectic schedules of performances. It was Friday night and you just got back to your apartment about three hours ago after practicing.

Your friendship with them had grown over the last two years and it felt like you had become a part of their little family. You were the closest to them out of all the back up dancers, you being one of the only ones with a permanent spot in the lineup.

You were taking a hot shower to clean off all the sweat and grime from the extensive dance practice. The hot water working like magic to help relax your aching muscles. You heard your phone chime once, then twice, then three times. The only reason for your phone to be blowing up like that would be the group chat.

You chuckled inwardly at yourself knowing it was probably the 8 males being crackheads in the chat. In no rush you finished up your shower and stepped out. You wrapped a towel tightly around your hips and used a smaller one to start drying your hair.

You draped the towel over your shoulders to catching any remaining water from dripping onto your skin and grabbed your phone off the bathroom sink. You unlocked it to see more than 20 missed texts in the group chat. You opened the chat, reading through what you missed, plopping down on your couch still in just a towel.

You saw Chan and Changbin begging the others for company in the studio while they worked. Their brains going into overdrive and melting, or so their dramatic asses claimed. You looked at the clock seeing it was past midnight and your insomnia was raging. You weren't gonna be able to sleep for a while and you'd be bored out of your mind so you shot them a quick "I can be there in 20 but, y'all better not bore me to death after I go out of my way to keep your asses company." you sent the text with a chuckle, immediately receiving responses.

Changbin and Chan were promising not to be boring, saying they love you, singing your praises while the other 6 men were wishing you luck and basically planning your funeral after you end up getting bored to death. You turned off your phone and left it on the couch while you went to your room to get dressed.

You put on some light grey sweats, that showed the outline of your packer a bit, and a white Muscle Tee with black lettering on it. Your top surgery scars barely visible after so long, the skin just barely more pale and pink than your skin tone. You started to feel more comfortable wearing the top around the others considering you could remain very stealth about your transition now without any obvious scars.

Your hair was still very damp as you grabbed your keys, slipping on your Vans and walking out to your car. The studio was only about a 15 minute walk from your apartment but it was mid autumn so the cool breeze nipped at your exposed skin, your wet hair making you even more chilly so you decided driving was the best option.

When you arrived, you still had about 5-ish minutes till you said you'd be there so you took your phone out of your pocket to see even more missed messages of the boys arguing about everything and nothing at the same time. A lot of teasing was happening towards Chan and Changbin about them "being in love with" you which made you snort out a laugh.

You headed up to the top floor where the studio was, standing in front of the fogged glass door just two minutes early. You could hear the two males arguing but couldn't make out anything they were saying, knocking a bear all the members used to communicate their presence. you heard Chan loudly telling Changbin to shut the fuck up and the door flung open to a smiling Chan, dimples on full display. He had a slight blush on his cheeks and ears but you just assumed it was from the teasing from his other members.

"Miss me?" you said with a cocky smirk, walking into the studio and plopping on the leather sofa in the back that Jisung normally napped on, tucking one ankle under your knee to sit comfortably, leaning back with a sigh.

"Chan missed you a lot for sure." Changbin retorted taking a jab at his Hyung. "Definitely not as much as our binnie though." he said, jabbing back without any hesitation.

"We get it, you're all in love with me. No need to argue boys, there's plenty of Y/N to go around." you said in a joking tone, eyes still shut as your head was resting on the back of the couch. You couldn't see the fact that both their faces were heating up as they both checked you out, your words sparking something almost primal inside of them.

They both know you said it as a joke but they really wished that somewhere deep inside, you meant it. "Don't say something you'll regret babe." Chan said, flirting as per usual but normally it wasn't directed at you but you shrugged it off thinking he was just going along with the jokes you started.

"What if I don't regret it?" you said, eyes finally meeting Chan's eyebrow cocked with a smirk as you finally saw his dark, almost hungry expression. He looked like he was bound to attack at any moment. A groan left his throat, resonating somewhere deep in his chest.

oh?

You felt your cheeks start to get hot as your stomach started doing back flips. What the fuck was that and why was your body responding to it like a horny teenager? You kept your composure as you continued teasing them.

"What? Cats got your tongue? You and Binnie have never been so quiet before. Has little old me made you unable to speak?" You said, the devilish smirk growing on your face as your eyes flicked between Chan and Changbin's faces, both sporting the same fire in their eyes. They looked so-

Your eyes traveled down their figures, noticing they both had their dicks reacting to you and your words. You licked your bottom lip subconsciously as your gaze met theirs again. You adjusted in your seat, placing your other foot on the ground and pushing your hips forward a bit, your packer looking a bit more prominent now. Their gazes landed on your lap and you realized.

They were both needy for your cock. The silicone one in your pants that looked like you were starting to sport your own hard on like they were. Then it hit you. They don't know that it's fake. To them you're biologically male just like them.

oh shit- what the fuck am I supposed to do now?

They both rolled their chairs over to either side of your thighs, placing their hands on your mid thigh to test the waters, seeing you bite you lip and look up at them with such need made their dicks twitch against the fabric of their pants. You had a pleading look in your eyes that made the need to devour you, that much stronger.

Little did they know that you were only half pleading for them to ruin you. The other pleading for your brain to come up with a way to tell them that you don't have a dick. The wetness in your boxers making it that much harder to think.

You started to feel dizzy as your abs started to constrict as the kneeling your thighs, slowly going high towards your aching core. Chans other hand slipping under your shirt to feel your abs tensing. Changbin's other hand was palming himself through his pants, slowly, watching you squirm under their touch.

"You look so fucking handsome like this Y/N." Changbin growled at your, his eyes fucking you from afar. You let out a soft whimper at his words, feeling overwhelmed by all the stimulation for their hands. Chan started to move the hand in your shirt higher, right as the pad of his middle finger was about to touch the scar your eyes widened, grabbing his wrist to stop him.

"Wait!" You yelled a bit frantically, sitting up straight. You took a few deep breaths, both the males removing their hands from you and freezing, a terrified look on their faces thinking you regretted giving them consent and you didn't want this.

"Y/N... I'm so-" Changbin began to speak but was cut off by you. "Shut UP- just-" you let out a sigh realizing your voice was a lot harder than intended because of your fear. You never planned to come out to anyone in stray kids and definitely not like this, you soaking your boxers, panting and needy while Chan and Changbin were painfully twitching in their pants, hungry for you.

"I'm sorry- look I- neither of you have done anything wrong just- fuck- how do I even tell you this...?" your words failing you, brain still dizzy from the previous events. You let out a groan, placing your face in both your hands trying desperately to get your brain to work.

"It's okay Hun. Just take your time." Chan said reassuring you, putting his hand on your knee and rubbing circles onto the fabric with his thumb to reassure and encourage you.

"I just need to rip the band-aid off..." You sighed again removing your hands, clasping them in front of you, staring at them like they were the most interesting thing on the planet. "I'm- iwasbornagirlandstillhaveapussymsofuckingsorry." you spat it all out in one breath, finding your burning face in your hands, eyes screwed shut as you waiting for them to yell at you for misleading them.

But it never came. You looked at the two males from between your fingers seeing confusion on their faces, screwing your eyes shut again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mislead you. I just-" this time you were cut off by Changbin.

"That- that's it? You're still a guy. Still a man, and I can say I'm still very much attracted to you. I still would like to continue but only if you do." Changbin cooed at you, his words shaking you to your core, causing you to drop a bit more into your boxers.

"You're still Y/N. Our handsome baby boy. Your biology isn't going to change that. I'd still love to show you just how handsome you are if you let me." he had a slight growl in his tone at the end of his sentence. They still wanted you? They were actively waiting for your consent again.

You sat up again still pretty shocked, the devilish smirk finding your lips again as your pussy began to throb. "Then show me. Show me how handsome I am. Show me just how hungry you are for me and my cunt." you said finding a new sense of confidence from the way Chan and Changbin continued eye fucking you and the tent in their pants never leaving.

You didn't need to ask twice. Chan put one knee between your spread legs on the couch, leaning over you and attaching his plump lips to your neck, sucking softly and trailing kisses around to find your most sensitive spot. When your back arched off the couch, your hips slightly bucking against the thigh resting against you core, Chan couldn't help but moan as he began sucking and biting harshly at the spot, sure to leave a bruise.

While Chan was making you squirm with his lips and tongue on your neck, Changbin ran his hands under your shirt, fingertips finding your hardened bud, not even taking notice of the scars on your chest as his nails dragged across them for a moment. You were breathing heavy, biting your lower lip to keep and noises inside.

You were doing a pretty good job of staying quiet until you felt Changbin's hot breath on the skin of your abs, followed by his wet tongue tracing the edges of the muscles up until his lips ghosted over your sensitive nipple, his breath sending chills down your spine, causing you to rut against chan's thigh again. You inhaled sharply when he tensed his thigh muscles, pressing against your throbbing cunt.

"We wanna hear you baby. Come on and let out those pretty moans of yours." Chan's voice was commanding, dark and sultry. Your thighs clenching around his in desperate need to be touched. You let out a symphony of moans and grunts as you tried to ride Chan's thighs. Changbin sucking and biting at your nipples, the pain was causing your skin to burn in the best possible ways.

"P-Please..." You started begging. You didn't even know what exactly you were begging for or from who but all you knew is that you needed more. so much more from both of them.

"Please what pup? use your words~" Changbin said against your chest, looking up at you and you fell apart under their touch. "S-sir... Daddy... P-Please... t-touch me, fill me, t-taste me... Fuck! please! I've been good! I need you both so fucking bad!" You're sure you were screaming for them now, thank fuck the studio was soundproofed.

"Good fucking boy." Chan growled into your ear, the praise shot straight to your needy cunt. Clenching around nothing, desperate for their touch. Chan and Changbin were quick to work together to strip you completely, your pussy red and glistening in need and desire.

Chan licked his lips and Changbin but his, not taking their eyes off your figure. Hair a mess, Chest rising and falling heavily, legs spread to have your pussy on display for them, your enlarged clit visibly throbbing, looking so fucked out just from the foreplay. Your eyes lidded as you watched the both of them undress in front of you, their cocks rock hard and slapping their abs when they pulled their boxers off.

Their tips were angry and leaking. You waiting for their next moves, completely at their will. "Please Daddy and Sir, use me like your own personal sex toy. Please" You were growing impatient, needing them to touch you now or you felt like you'd die.

"Fuck- Such a pretty slut when you beg for our cocks." Chan said as he dropped to his knees between your legs, his face close to your core, licking his lips hungrily, ghosting his lips over your throbbing clit when he spoke his lips grazing ever so slightly across it causing you to let out a whimper and arch your back. "Keep your eyes on him and use that pretty mouth to make him cum like the good pup you are." Chan said before wrapping his slightly swollen and wet lips around your dick (clit) and sucking, rolling his tongue like he was made to eat you out.

Your eyes rolled back and your right hand tangled into his hair, holding his face against your core, already feeling a bit dizzy from the magic he was working on your dick. Changbin climbed onto the couch, kneeling on your left, his cock leaking as he placed the tip against your bottom lip. "Open, tongue out." you didn't need told twice.

You looked up at him opening your mouth and letting your tongue roll out, his cock felt heavy on your tongue. You let out a deep groan from your chest fighting letting your eyes roll back in your head to keep eye contact with Changbin. His hand fisted your hair as he ran his cock up and down your tongue to get the shaft lubed up with your spit.

He leaned forward and spit onto your tongue and the tip of his cock causing you to let out a whimper. "Close." he said and your lips wrapped around just the tip of his cock. Your legs began trembling as Chan kept eating you out like his life depended on it. Never pulling away to breathe as his tongue laps at the juices that poured out of you, his tongue switching between fucking into your tight hole and going crazy on your dick.

You were moaning desperately around Changbin's cock as he fucked mercilessly into your mouth, groans falling off his lips, keeping eye contact with you as your eyes kept trying to roll back into your head, your moans sending vibrations through his cock as you got closer and closer to your high. You tried to pull Chan off of you and he grabbed your hand from his hair pinning it to the couch as he moaned against you, vibrations sending you over the edge.

You came hard on his tongue, your left hand on Changbin's hip as he continued to use your mouth. Your orgasm ripped through your body, grinding against Chan's face as he continued to help you through your orgasm into overstimulation. Your nails digging into Changbin's hip, making him hiss, the pain bringing him closer to his own climax, your eyes were rolled back into your head as the after shocks coursed through your trembling body.

Chan stood from between your thighs, lining himself up with your throbbing core and rubbing your hip to prepare you for the stretch. He pushed into you slowly, a scream escaping your throat as your nails dug into Chan's bicep, Changbin's cock still stuffed into your mouth, sending him tumbling over the edge, pushing his cock to the back of your throat, making you gag around him as his cum shot down your throat, swallowing everything, your throat constricting his tip, casing his orgasm in your throat all the way to the end. He pulled out, breathing heavy, your moans began filling the room.

You were dizzy, in the best way possible as Chan began a slow place, still rubbing your hip to soothe the pain. "You're being such a good boy. So pretty for your Hyungs. So fucking tight- fuck- so good!" Chan moaned out, moving slowly in and out of you, fighting every need to ram I to you till you were dumb from his cock.

"P-Please f-faster... h-harder" your words were sliced and barely coherent. you were already starting to go brain dead from the insane amount of pleasure, overstimulated. Chan picked up his pace, slamming into your g-spot, pushing you over the edge again. You were clenching around Chan's throbbing cock, him riding the waves of your second orgasm with you.

"Fucking hell BABY-" Chan hissed and maintained a brutal pace, slamming into you as your nails dug into his back, sure to break skin. Your back staying arched as you came around his cock repeatedly. "Fuck- how many was that sweetheart? 4?" Chan asked you.

You shook your head, only being able to moan and scream in pleasure. unable to speak or think really. "hmmm 5?" he asked, slamming into your g spot again, you nodded frantically as you felt another orgasm about to tear through your body. Chan's stamina was something you could never imagined as he pulled you through your 6th orgasm. Changbin was watching for a bit before he pushed his index and middle finger into you mouth.

You sucked on the digits, swirling your tongue around them, moaning around them as tears started to fall down your cheeks in pure ecstasy severely overstimulated from the way Chan abused your insides. Changbin pulled his fingers out, drenched in your saliva and his fingertips brushed against your dick, your back arching harder off the couch and your nails drawing blood on Chan's back, making him his in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"no no no no please- fuck- too much! sir!" you were screaming so loud that you could hear yourself over the blood rushing loudly behind your ears. "Fucking- i'm- I'm close. Fuck! where should I?" Chans thrusts got sloppy, Changbin trying to make you cum again with Chan, circling your sensitive dick over and over again causing you to squirm under the two men. "I-in. s-side." you could barely speak but Chan understood.

"Hyung's gonna fill our good boy so well." Changbin purred into your ear, never removing his hand from your dick. His lips attached to yours feverishly as Chan's cock twitched inside of you filling you with his warm seed. You begin punching Chan's thighs and scratching Chagbins ribcage, a low groan ripping from Chan's chest as he rode out his high. Pushing you to yet another dry orgasm. you lost count of how many you had, Changbin still tongue fucking your mouth, swallowing your screams and moans, him moaning along with you as your nails dug into his flesh.

Chan pulled out of you with a hiss, his cock sensitive to the cool air, your pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing while the mixture of your cum and his poured out of your pussy, dripping down the front of the couch, every muscle in your body spasming after everything. Changbin pulled away from your lips, making you whine from the lack of their body heat against you, but it didn't last long as they both got comfortable on either side of you, sandwiching your trembling body between them.

"You did so so fucking good for us. Such a good boy." Chan cooed and began peppering your body and face with soft kisses. "You're so handsome in every way pup. Absolutely perfect. Never let anyone change your mind about that." Changbin cooed and started to massage your trembling sighs and nuzzle into your hair, placing a kiss to the top of your head. "You're our pretty boy. Ours. Never forget that." Chan said, nuzzling into your neck.

Your body finally gave out from exhaustion, falling asleep between the two boys who lied with you for a bit then got dressed, cleaned you up, then got you dressed. Looking at the clock they saw it was about 5am. They texted the GC and said they were heading back, you had fallen asleep in the studio and they were gonna let you sleep at the door in their room. They didn't need to know any other details about tonight and why you were so exhausted or why they literally made no progress on the track.

That was for you three to know, and the others to never find out. But you looked way too fucked out when they arrived to the dorms. Still knocked out cold in their arms, covered in their marks, Chan and Changbin covered in bloody scratches.

"Y'all are fucking nasty. When we said don't bore him to death we didn't mean to fuck him to death." Jisung said, taking his bowl of cereal to his room as the three of you climbed into Chan's king sized bed, falling asleep all together.