#i have the rest of this set on another post but this was too killer. i love the animations here

[miiaoq]

[mihii-i]

silver bullet.

Pairings: jinx x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, vampire jinx, vampire hunter reader, graphic violence, blood, reader fucking HATES jinx in the beginning, but this ho has a crush on her implied, I use more foul language than usual uh oh, jinx is too silly for reader’s gloomy ass, my girl gets lowk messy with drinking blood cause whys it getting everywhere, collab fic, I was leaping up and down like a baby writing this god, proud of this one, the way I want to give isha another sibling holy shit, licking up the green tea today, not proofread.

A/N: now playing touchin’ me by chandler leighton—oh yall KNOW I have to do another collab fic with her come on @kadriss-loves-gifflars anyway I loev jinx so yes this woman makes me a total 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 also lowkey this kinda works cause silco reminded me of a vampire when I first saw him and post shimmer jinx? -> part 2 🕯️

Heavy onslaughts of rain poured in a fervent wash of deafening white noise circling you as your drenched form stood upright in the frigid shower, droplets dribbling down the protruding jugular veins of your throat with your teeth bared in a rugged scrape against each other. Days. Weeks. Months. You don’t know how long you’d feel the numbing shivers crawling up your spine as a product of your unending weariness, head swerving weakly from side to side in caution to make sure that a pair of fangs didn’t tear away at your flesh from behind.

The torture was unbearable for you. Countless nights of lost sleep lingered in the fury of your sanity slipping past the fingertips of any ground of stability, fingers buried deep into the plush of the pillow to crease as it sank under the weight of your thumb pressured upon it. How long had you truly spent hunting down this blood sucking demon? How many more lives had to be lost for you to finally put an end to her advances chewing up the city you resided in?

Every awful detail of her face was etched into your mind, sticking in like a leech as you memorized those deep, pink eyes flaring with their sights set on you, stray strands of turquoise blue locks framing her face whenever she poked out from the engulfing darkness of a hallway. Much worse, she didn’t even take the potential of you ending her life seriously at all. Likely taunting you further at the prospect of her dying at your hands, as if it was an absurd idea. Occasionally even throwing up a finger gun with that shit eating grin on her face to mock you, the same grin she had on her face when she devoured another innocent soul with specks of blood decorating the corner of her lip.

Heavy breaths rumbled out of your throat in accordance with your twitching eyelids, jerking with each descending droplet over water plinking against the metallic nub lodged between your bare fingers, peeking out from the bumps of fabric crowned with dark leather sheathing the palm and dorsal side of your hand. Sharply inhaling through your nose, you idly dragged your thumb along the intricate carvings scratched into the steel bullet hemmed in the grasp of your fingers slowly rotating it like the digits of a combination lock.

This would be the time. You swore. You’d bury that bullet in her skull and wipe that grin off her face if it was the last thing you’d ever fucking do.

You’d murder Jinx if it was the last thing you’d do.

You carefully drew in another breath of the pungent air sided, with the specks of rain landing onto the black leather coat draped over your shoulders, the foul stench of dried blood dissolved into rainwater stung your nostrils in a near assault as your shoes imprinted an outline of blocky lines into the thick mud. The rusted brass of your pistol rested against your hip with your hand hovering over the drenched gunmetal, rapidly yanking it out and slamming the bullet to load into it as if you were resolute on a definite decision to put down this killer.

What a shame. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself weakly in the midst of your pathway to Jinx, teeth dragging up your bottom lip to bite off the loose skin chapped along the soaked, dull tint of your lips. Even through this endless cycle of hunting her and losing her, braids falling behind her every time she shot you a glance upon emerging victorious, you couldn’t help but grow fond of this particular undefeated vampire.

The lingering status as a supposed ‘mortal enemy,’ if that’s what you could call it, only resulted in a bond stemming from this constant interaction that pumped streams of adrenaline across the tensed veins of your body. And strangely enough, you found yourself attached to the very person you hate, gaining a peculiar thrill from the rush of hunting her down. Relishing in the way her sharp, painted nails would lightly tap the barrel of your gun with a smile of feigned innocence, before spiraling past you at a speed you couldn’t keep up with.

Well, looks like you’ve grown attached to the vamp after all. You’ll miss her after you’ve buried that fancy silver bullet in her cranium.

Choking up at the diffusing clouds of dust sealing your airways, you firmly planted your palm against the drenched, slippery leather clothed over your left breast, avoiding the familiar shiver that racked your body as the familiar scenery unfolded before you for the umpteenth time. As you caught sight of the dark, extravagant mansion unfolded before you, a whirlwind of determination seared up within you as you took in the stygian architecture towering over you.

Of course. The countless number of times you could roll your eyes at the fact that this unkempt vampire had such an opulent living space, with the furnished decor seeming like it was left to rot for eternity, probably because she wouldn’t even bother to clean it. It was ridiculous at how this sloppy ass vampire could have everything in the world, and still prefer to toss it aside like a spoiled child. Personally, you couldn’t help but scoff internally at the immaturity exhibited by the very woman who had mauled hundreds, the only vampire you couldn’t kill so far.

A quiet cough was expelled from your lungs as the sole of your glossed boot tapped against the creak of the dusted floorboards, the dim glow of writhing candlelight flooding your vision as slivers of melted wax skipped along the little bowls that held them. Waves of apprehensive caution locked you into place as your vision wavered in the unusually dim sights of the mansion, breath coming out in shallow, rapid expulsions of air forcing their way out of your chest. It was the same as usual you could handle it. You wouldn’t let this stupid girl have her way this time.

Your expression contorted into a scrunched up picture of repulsion painted across your features as that sinister giggle bellowed in your ears in a dreadful reverberation, the frequencies of her voice cutting through any possible sense of tranquility you had left. The lingering vibrations soon faded into the pits of shadowy darkness swallowing the hallways and crevices of the area, the near colorless candlelight seeming like the only safe space that would hold you from dissolving into the belly of nothingness.

“Gotta hand it to you. You’re still chasin’ after me for what? Millions of years now?”

A swift click echoed across the confined of the enclosure, accompanied by the tiny flames burning along the candle wicks inclining in a lean to the side as if perfectly matching your every move. Jinx’s piercing eyes were practically illuminated by the little candlelight there was in a deathly glow of reddish pink, eyeing the smallest jerk of your body with a petrifying precision.

“I know you’ve got that damn grin plastered across your face even in those shadows like a coward.” You spat, your hand ghosting along the wavering, cold trigger as you rose the gun to aim into the lurking depth of pitch black.

You were aiming at nothing, the anxious lump lodged in your throat refusing to go down at your limited periphery fogging up your senses with a lurch of unusual panic.

“You won’t be running around like a moron once I rip your heart out and blow your brain out.” You added, attempting to calm your nerves with any ounce of confidence.

Jinx merely rolled her eyes, emerging into a sliver of light briefly illuminating a thin strip along her pale complexion where that messy side bang fell over her face.

“Oo. Scary.”

Her mocking tone only aggravated you further, using the remaining sanity you had bottled up left to keep yourself from folding your index finger like a trigger happy maniac.

“Come onn! Lighten up! I wore something special for our thousandth anniversary!”

“Oh? You wanna die fancy? I can respect that.”

“By dying you mean you ending up on the floor with that little gun of yours unable to clicky-clicky?”

“Shut your mouth. We’ll see who’s laughing when I squeeze your heart in my fucking hands.”

“Huh. That sounds romantic. You like me trying to chomp down on you this bad?”

You breathed out exasperated sigh, cracking your voice as your eyes flitted along every corner of the mansion hall, gripping along the swirled carvings of the worn brass tighter as to not let it clatter to the ground from the sweat of your palm mixing with the slippery drops of rainwater. Your sigh was quickly substituted with a dry laugh of choked back loathing, seething across your tensed forearms in an attempt to keep your cool in case she hurls another one of her cheap tricks at you.

“Mm. I’ll admit. I’ll miss that rush I get when I try to tear you apart with the stake, Jinx.” You mention, earning an equally amused laugh from Jinx, a flash of her faux sweet demeanor splayed along her features.

Suddenly, a swift wave seared across the blank air in an incomprehensible speed, gentle waves of a synthetic breeze caressing the exposed skin of your face as that unmistakable chill shot along the rigid column of your spine once more.

“Yeah. ‘Ts been tempting to kill you too. But hey, looks like you hit the jackpot. I’m having too much fun to drain you dry.”

Her warm breath fanned across the shell of your ear as your chest heaved up and down, blurry vision finally adjusting back into focus within the span of a split second as you realized she was right behind you, hands dug into your leather coat as the fun blue and pink of her nails contrasted the gloomy black. She wasn’t wearing her usual clothes. It was more..formal. A white button up and black pants like you initially thought vampires dressed when you were a child.

“See? Told ya’ I wanted to dress nice. I wanna see how your blood looks all over this shirt.” She muses, gesturing to the clean white fabric clinging to her stature.

Cringing at the thought of deep red stains dirtying the white shirt without even a speck of dust, you couldn’t even have a moment to yourself in thought as Jinx slowly walked in front of you, lengthy braids trailing behind her like streaks of blue lightning emanating off of the vampire before you. Her eyes transfixed onto your fear laced pupils momentarily flickering down to her muted lips before losing yourself in the deep pools of violet red.

The silence of her staring dead through the window to your soul overtook the clearing, the only noise being the little squeaks of mice, or the howl of air fostered in the tension of the clearing.

Was this it? Was she actually going to kill you now-?

“Catch me if you can.”

Her whisper hushed past her her pointed fangs barely registered through your cloudy thoughts as she disappeared into the engulfing shadows surrounding you, gaze shifting over periodically to every time you saw the small pinkish glow faintly peeking through the void.

You fired a bullet.

Nothing.

Three rounds left.

You held your hitching breath as you frantically scanned the clearing for any hint of Jinx appearing in any way shape or form. Setting your aim against the little glow once more, you could make out the slight outline of a person’s silhouette, firing your pistol once more. Only to be met with a drawn out clatter of metal rolling along the floor.

Two rounds.

“Too slow.”

God, you wanted to shut her up. As pretty as she fucking looked, as excited as she made you with the chase each time. As absolutely ravishing as she was whenever her slender fingers ran along the small of your back whenever she sped past you.

You clicked the trigger again in a chain of a loud bang, resulting in a worse shot than the last as the bullet couldn’t even penetrate whatever you shot at, fearful gaze running across the nugget of silver rolling in an echo of your trepidation before ceasing its momentum at your feet.

One round. One shot.

“Come on, (Name). What was all that blabbing about you ripping my heart out? Shooting me in the head with a silver bullet?”

Carefully, your fingers coiled against the brass handle once more, teeth grit together as you took full focus on the sights of the vampire flashing in rapid movements through you.

Bang.

A choking noise suddenly rang in your ears, accompanied by the oozing squelch of a substance dripping onto the floor. Your eyes widened at the sight of the little stream of red pooling from the shadows to trickle in a branched line to the tips of your feet, your heavy breathing more ecstatic at the realization that you have in fact, finally killed Jinx. Elated, you slowly slid your now empty pistol back into the respective loop of your utility belt, a maniac grin crossing your face.

Seriously, did you think it would be that easy?

A hand suddenly brushed along you from behind, a wash of despair, enveloping you as the familar strands of blue tickling your cheek hummed alongside the familiar cracking veins sprouted from her eyelids resided behind you.

Fuck. Had you shot a bloodbag instead? Her cheap trick of fake choking playing out?

“Gotcha.”

It was too quick before you could even think. All you could feel was the side of your neck breaking under the pressure of her fangs abruptly sinking into your throat as a splatter of crimson adorned your cheek, seeping in little red tears along the two holes Jinx had just stabbed into your skin. The messy streaks of her usual sloppy eating habits were evident as you caught sight of the vermillion splatters panned out across the once perfectly clean white of her shirt—you swore you felt her smile against your throat while keeping those fangs buried inside you to lap up the saccharine of your blood.

“Hah. What do you know? Your blood does look pretty all over my shirt.”

—

A/N: oh my fucking goodness you don’t know how much fun I had writing this giggling kicking my feet crawling up the wall I apologize for the excessive foul language I don’t want to be a vivziepop episode

I contemplated putting nsfw for this one, but that would be like tumblr clickbait so i didn’t BUT I entrust my collab monkey (friend guys I can call her a monkey) to feed you guys the nsfw.

ANYWAY YIPPEE oh what’s this- part 2 @kadriss-loves-gifflars

I want to save hex with her.

…I mean save the hextech gemstone from going back to piltover.

[callsign-rogueone]

five thirty

Dain Aetos x reader (Love!)

words: 1.0k

🏷️: no book spoilers, no warnings, set the week before fw begins, I decided to split this up so you’ll get Liam in the next one! I just wanted to post something today.

You don’t recognize the pattern of the knock at the door — it isn’t the specific rhythm your friends use to let you know it’s them. No point in answering, then.

The knocking stops, whoever it is outside seemingly giving up. You can roll back over and sleep until ten minutes before formation, like usual.

Then it starts again, louder.

You groan into your pillow, dragging yourself out of bed and grabbing a knife off of your desk before you unlock the door, pulling at Cosa’s power just in case. “…Dain?”

He wrenches his gaze away from the smooth expanse of your bare thighs as he speaks, his cheeks reddening. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

You bring a hand up to yawn, and the sleepy sigh you let out as you exhale stirs something in his chest. “It’s too damn hot for pants,” you answer finally.

He’ll give you that — it’s the second week of July, and the humidity is killer; he hasn’t been sleeping fully clothed either.

You realize he still hasn’t told you why he’s here. “Do you need something?”

“It’s Tuesday,” he responds, as if that should clear things up. “Leadership run?”

“Huh?”

“Every Tuesday and Thursday at 5:30, all the leadership gets together for a group run. Nobody told you about this?”

You really hope he’s fucking with you, but he’s never seemed like the pranky type, too by the book to do anything like this as a joke. “Five thirty,” you repeat, to confirm. “Five thirty in the morning.”

“Yes. Which is in about…” he peers behind you, looking at the clock on your desk. “three minutes.”

You take a deep breath, considering shutting the door in his face and crawling back into bed, consequences be damned, when Garrick appears behind him, also dressed for a workout.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

It’s definitely not a prank. They’d never team up for something like this.

“Told you she’d be pissed,” Garrick says to Dain, grinning. “Now put some clothes on.”

You give him the finger, shutting the door with a gust of air and moving to go get dressed. Stupid fucking deathtrap military school, fucking morale leadership bullshit. If it wouldn’t get you in trouble with Brennan, you’d ask to be demoted just so you won’t have to do this twice a week.

You open the door again, seeing only Dain waiting for you. Of course Garrick would abandon you with him. He probably thinks this whole thing is hilarious.

You move through the hallway in silence, down the flight of stairs and out to the courtyard. The rest of the leadership is nowhere to be seen, but Dain seems to know where you’re going, motioning for you to follow him as he starts off at a steady jog.

You don’t bother to ask how long this run will be, because you know that the answer, whatever it is, is going to be too long. Thankfully he seems to notice that you need a break, slowing to a stop after a quarter mile or so.

“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” you pant, reaching for your waterskin — it’s only half-full, and a little stale, since you haven’t refilled it in a day, but you’ll take what you can get: you feel like you’re dying.

“It’s tradition,” he answers, as if that’s obvious.

“One that I cannot wait to end next year.”

He bristles. “You can’t just decide to end a hundred year old tradition like that.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone did,” you mutter.

You see Dain’s eyes soften, but you pull your gaze away quickly, not wanting to have this conversation right now. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

You swipe at your mouth with the back of your hand, not acknowledging the apology. “Come on. We’re behind.”

After another few minutes, you see a pack of at least a hundred headed toward you, likely on the second half of an out-and-back run. “About time you two joined us,” Garrick says, patting you on the back a little too hard as you fall in next to him and Bodhi.

“You were the one who left us behind,” you rasp. “And not everyone is as freakishly tall as you. You’re impossible to make pace with.” Speaking of freakishly tall… “Hold on. Where’s Xaden?”

“Your brother chose not to join us,” Amber Mavis answers, making it clear in her tone that she hates the pair of you — and that she doesn’t respect your self-described relation to the wingleader. As if you didn’t hate her enough already.

You turn your head in her direction, hoping the look on your face makes it obvious how much you despise everything about her. “You’re telling me this is optional?”

“Not for you, princess,” Garrick answers. “When you’re a wingleader, you can decide how to spend your mornings. Until then, you’re here with us.”

Great.

Another knock.

You scrape yourself off the mattress, not bothering with the knife this time: you know it’s Dain, here to wake you up. You’re still sore from the last run — you hadn’t had time to stretch first, and even though you’d missed part of it by being late, it was still too much for you.

“Gimme a minute,” you mumble in greeting, not bothering to close the door as you turn around to find socks and shoes.

“Did you sleep in your running clothes?” he asks, watching your little wisps of air move through the room, straightening up and making your bed.

“Mm,” you reply. “Saves time.”

“Smart,” he comments idly. His eyes catch on the small brown shape floating down onto your pillow — a stuffed bear.

Your cheeks warm as you realize what he’s looking at. “Yes, I brought him with me. He was one of the only things that survived the fire.”

“I understand,” he reassures. “I had a little green dragon for a while. It got lost when we moved outposts. I was inconsolable for a week, apparently.”

“Aw. Did you find it, or just get another one?”

“Neither,” he answers, still looking at the bear. “I just got over it, I guess.”

[angegiarratanawriter]

TNTL Horny Addition

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 3371

Summary: During an episode of Try Not To Laugh, you break Angela in an unconventional way

Being on the Try Not To Laugh stage has always been surreal for you. Having grown up watching the original episodes that were posted few and far between, it’s been so cool getting to see the show grow and gain its own cult following. It’s honestly one of the reasons that you had decided to audition for Smosh in the first place, and now, getting to be on that stage is one of the coolest things in the world.

This week on TNTL, you’re getting to work with Chanse, Amanda, Courtney, Tommy, and Angela. It’s a great line up, one that you know is going to be a hit once it goes up, if only because the chemistry between Angela and Chanse always makes for a killer video. It also helps that this episode is Simon Says, a clear fan favorite.

As the crew gets everything set up on stage, you pull out your phone and go into your notes app, pulling up the list of bits that you’ve jotted down over the past couple of months. As you’re scrolling, you find one that you’ve been workshopping for Angela. It’s a little bit hardcore, but you think that at this point your relationship is secure enough where you won’t get into too much trouble if you do it. You just hope you get the chance.

Emily calls the cast together to start shooting the intro, so you slip your phone into your pocket with a little smirk. You walk over and take your spot beside Angela, who immediately notices the smile tugging at your lips. She quirks an eyebrow at you in question, but you just shake your head and mouth ‘you’ll see��. Before she can say anything in protest, Courtney starts the into.

“Hey, everyone! Welcome back to another episode of Try Not To Laugh. This week we’re doing Simon Says, so the person in the chair gets to choose a theme or prop that everyone has to use. You know the rest of the drill, try to make each other laugh, spit out the water, blah blah blah. So, who wants to go first?”

“Ooh, I will!” Amanda says eagerly. “I want all of your bits to be set in a Western.”

“Nice,” Chanse says, doing a little fist pump.

While Amanda takes her seat in the stool, everybody heads to the prop area to start prepping their bits. Tommy and Chanse go out first and do their “Gay Cowboys” bit, which looks suspiciously like a recreated scene from Brokeback Mountain. Courtney goes next, wearing a tiny cowboy hat that immediately gets the laugh. As everyone takes their turn, you figure out what you want to do.

“Hey Ange, can I borrow your shirt?” you ask.

“Sure.”

Angela shucks off the white button down that she has on, leaving her in a form fitting black tank top. You take a minute to appreciate her arms before remembering that you have a job to do. You shed your own shirt and put hers on, only doing up the bottom two buttons so that your torso is left completely exposed. You then grab the fluffy pink cowboy hat off of the shelf and grab Courtney to help you.

As soon as you walk on stage, Amanda’s eyes go wide as she looks at your outfit. She pauses slightly on your torso, and you can’t tell if it’s because she recognizes Angela’s shirt or because she’s staring at your stomach. You take a quick glance back over your shoulder, before turning back to Courtney and starting your bit.

“Well, that was the strangest thing I’ve ever seen,” you say with a fake southern accent.

“I’ll say,” Courtney agrees, matching your tone. “I just don’t understand one thing-”

“It’s better you don’t try to. Things like this are better left to rest.”

“But-”

“Forget it, Jake. It’s Chinatown.”

Amanda smacks her hand on her thigh at the reference and turns to the side, spitting the water out before breaking out into legitimate laughter. You’re honestly surprised that this bit was such a success, as it honestly wasn’t your strongest idea out of the gate. Shrugging, you start to walk back towards the prop area but Amanda’s voice stops you.

“Wait, I wanna know what happened!”

“Uh…strippers in a motel?”

“What?” Amanda says, still laughing. “That has nothing to do with the movie.”

“I know,” you say, winking.

Without explaining any further, you turn around and walk back stage, letting Chanse take the floor. You walk slowly over to the monitor, taking the cowboy hat off and placing it back on the shelf on the way by as you watch his bit. As you pull off the button down shirt that you’d borrowed, you feel eyes on boring into your back.

You look over your shoulder to find Angela staring at you, her eyes dark and her lips slightly parted. A little smirk tugs at your lips, and it takes every ounce of self control that you have to refrain from teasing her. Under normal circumstances, you would, but nobody actually knows that you’re dating and there’s a camera on the prop area. Instead you settle for shooting her a wink that won’t be caught before grabbing your own shirt and pulling it on.

“Here,” you say softly, handing over the button down.

“Thanks,” she says, swallowing hard.

“No problem.”

When Amanda’s turn in the chair is done, Chanse takes her place and chooses to make everyone use the little toy chainsaw. Courtney ends up going classic with a Boneless bit, Tommy pretends to cut down a tree that falls on you, Angela chases Amanda around with it, and then they reverse for Amanda’s turn. When it gets to be your turn, you go out with no plan, and end up doing a hilariously bad monologue. It doesn’t get the laugh, but Chanse gives you a nod on your way off the stage.

Courtney’s turn is all about things going wrong on planes, so you trail out an allergic reaction bit where you use a massive sword as an epi pen. Tommy does a safety monologue while mimicking turbulence, Chanse and Angela do a two part bit that is similar to the flight simulator video that they did a while ago, and Amanda puts on a terrible wig and pretends to be the worst flight attendant ever.

Once Courtney’s turn is done, it’s Angela’s turn to take the stool. This is what you’ve been waiting for, and you can only hope that she ends up choosing something that will work with what you have planned. It takes her a minute to finally come up with a rule, but when she does, you do a little silent celebration with yourself.

“Alright, it’s opposite day, folks,” Angela says. “Do with that what you want.”

Smirking to yourself, you walk back to the prop area to get ready for your bit. You spend a minute reversing some things in your head before you get the go ahead from Emily. As you step out onto the stage, Angela looks up, and surprise colors her features. You can only assume it’s because you didn’t bring any props with you, but you know you won’t need any. A sly smirk tugs at your mouth as you stop behind her, leaning in so that your lips almost brush her ear.

“I know that you’re used to being the top in this relationship, but there are a few things that I want to do to you when we get home,” you whisper, your voice low enough that it won’t be picked up by the mics. “First, I’m going to fuck you against our front door, and then, after you’ve come at least twice, I’m going to carry you to our bedroom and handcuff you to the bed posts. From there, you have two options. I can go down on you until my jaw is sore or I can put the strap on and fuck you until you can’t feel your legs.”

The whole time you’ve been whispering in Angela’s ear, you’ve watched a deep blush start to creep up the back of her neck. You can tell she’s trying so hard to hold it together, but as you give her the options, she chokes on the water in her mouth and ends up coughing it out. Her head whips around to look at you, her dark eyes trailing a path down your body before coming back up and locking you into a staring match.

“Remember,” you say, a little bit louder so that the mics can catch it. “It’s opposite day.”

With a little wink, you turn around and walk back to the prop area, letting Amanda take your place on the stage. Throughout the rest of her time in the stool, Angela looks incredibly distracted. She hardly laughs at anyone else’s bit, only coming close when Chanse comes out in almost full drag.

“Girl, what did you say to her?” Amanda asks as she adjusts her wig.

“Something that’s probably going to get me in huge trouble,” you murmur.

As Angela’s turn ends, you head back out to get the rule for Tommy’s turn. He ends up choosing ‘the worst pick up lines’. Chanse rolls out the classic Tennessee one, while Amanda says something about eating dessert before dinner. Courtney goes insane with a line about looking for a third, while Angela goes so dirty that you’re sure that her entire line is going to end up getting bleeped. As you step out onto the stage for your turn, you decide to go classic as well.

“Roses are red, violets are blue,” you say, stopping center stage and batting your eyelashes at Tommy. “I really, really wanna fuck you.”

“Oh shit,” Chanse says from the back, cackling at the wide eyed look on Tommy’s face. “Do another, do another.”

“Violets are blue, roses are thorny, you make me very, very horny.”

That does it, and Tommy spits out the water he’d been holding in his mouth before starting to laugh so hard that he almost falls out of his chair. The crew is cracking up too, and you can see Emily exchanging a look with Shayne off camera. You think you hear something about Courtney having used that line on him when they first started dating, but before you can address it, you’re being ushered to sit in the stool.

“Okay, uhm, I’m gonna go with ‘weirdest things you can get delivered’.”

Amanda ends up going first, getting you with her classic PUS uniform and a tiny toilet that makes a flushing noise. Tommy goes next, coming in with Chanse dressed in a tiger suit and on a leash. Courtney brings out a box of vaguely phallic items, and then Tommy brings in the ripped scroll pretending that its the Declaration of Independence. Finally, it’s Angela’s turn, and you’re honestly a little nervous. She struts out in an FBI jacket and a pair of sunglasses, a pair of handcuffs in her hand.

“You’re under arrest for stealing hearts,” Angela declares.

“Awww, that’s adorable,” Courtney coos from backstage.

“No, it’s not. She’s literally stealing hearts and selling them on the black market. It’s about time that justice is delivered.”

The tiniest little inhale is all it takes to make your life a living hell, as you feel water get pulled down into your lungs. A cough threatens to burst from your throat, but you manage to force your mouth to stay closed, and no water comes out. When you regain control, you stand up and turn around, presenting your hands behind your back. Angela takes them and slaps the cuffs on with practiced ease before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“You like this, don’t you? Well don’t you worry, you’re gonna get everything that you asked for.”

—

True to her word, the first thing that Angela does when you walk through the front door is pin you against it. A harsh moan slips from your mouth as she pushes a leg in between yours, but it’s swallowed when she connects your lips in a heated kiss. You feel hands move up to your hips, and your breath stutters out when they force you down onto a hard thigh. The movement creates delicious friction, and you suddenly find yourself in the middle of a chase.

As Angela works your hips in a steady rhythm, she starts to kiss down your jaw. As she gets to your neck, you feel her suck gently, hard enough that you can feel it but soft enough that it won’t leave a hickey. Your hips jerk at the sensation, and you suddenly feel an overwhelming need to have her mark you anywhere, everywhere, so you grab the back of her head and pull her in closer.

“Fuck, harder,” you stutter out.

“Is that permission?” Angela asks.

“God yes.”

You feel Angela smirk against your neck before she sucks a patch of your skin into her mouth and lavishes it with her tongue. A harsh moan falls from your lips as she pulls your hips down harder against her leg, and you start to feel the tell tale signs of your high. A rush of warmth spirals down your spine, and your lower stomach starts winding tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.

“Fuck!” you moan, tossing your head back against the door.

The white behind your eyelids blinds you, and you find yourself reaching out for something to hold you steady. Through it all, you feel Angela pressing soft kisses into your neck as she slowly starts to bring you back down. When you’re finally able to open your eyes, you find her already looking at you with an adoring expression on her face.

“So pretty,” Angela murmurs, tracing a finger down your cheek. “I can’t wait to fucking ruin you.”

“Then don’t,” you pant out.

Angela doesn’t waste a second, shifting her hands down your body and positioning them on the backs of your legs before scooping you up. It takes longer than it should to reach the bedroom, with both of you getting distracted by the smallest kiss or touch. When you finally make it, she places you gently down onto the edge of the bed and takes a step back, looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Get undressed,” Angela orders. “Now.”

You immediately scramble into a sitting position, pulling your shirt above your head before unclipping your bra and tossing them both to the side. As you work on getting your sneakers off, you watch Angela start to get undressed too. It takes her less time, and soon she’s walking over to her side table butt naked while you work overtime to get your skinny jeans down your legs.

By the time you manage to pull your panties off, Angela has already gotten everything prepped. There’s a pair of handcuffs threaded through the bars of the headboard, and she’s wearing your favorite strap. You can tell by the way that it’s glistening that she’s already put some lube on it, and that’s confirmed when you look up to see her wiping the stickiness from her hands with a tissue.

“Get up here,” Angela orders, nodding to the head of the bed. “On your back, legs spread, hands above your head.”

Not wanting to waste a second, you crawl up the bed and lay back against the pillows. It takes you a minute to get comfortable, but when you do, you obey the rest of Angela’s orders and put your hands above your head while parting your legs for her. Once you’re in position, she climbs on top of you and reaches up, snapping the cuffs tightly around your wrists.

“Pull,” Angela orders, so you do. “Comfortable?”

“Yes,” you reply.

“Good. If you want to stop at any time-”

“Just tell you. I know, baby.”

“Okay,” Angela says softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Are you ready?”

“So ready.”

With a nod, Angela turns her attention downwards and brushes the strap over your clit a few times. The action sends a jolt of arousal through you, and you can feel yourself clenching around nothing. She looks up at you one last time, and when you nod, she lines up with your entrance and starts to push in slowly. As she bottoms out, you’re taken a bit by surprise as a wave of heat rolls down your spine.

“Fuck, this isn’t gonna take long,” you mutter, blushing.

“Already, baby?” Angela teases.

Instead of dignifying her with an answer, you grit your teeth and and curl your fingers around the headboard, getting ready to hang on for dear life. You give a brief little nod, and then Angela is moving, setting a slow and steady pace that feels so fucking good but leaves you aching for more. Still, you had been close when you started and that hasn’t changed. If anything, it’s worse now, with Angela looking down at you, her lips parted, and the strap hitting just the right spot.

“Fuck,” you moan, your hands pulling at the cuffs. “Fuck, baby, I-”

“I know,” Angela says softly, her hips speeding up. “Take what you need.”

The pleasure spills over, and you feel yourself being thrown in to a mind blowing orgasm. Your entire body shudders as shock waves roll through you, bringing you up as high as you’ve ever been. As the pleasure starts to fade back to baseline, you tilt your head back against the pillows to try to force some air into your lungs. This opens up an opportunity for Angela to attach her lips to your neck again, and she takes it.

As your girlfriend sucks another mark into your collarbone, she starts to speed her hips up. The tip of the strap is hitting your g-spot on every stroke, and you can tell that it won’t be long until you reach another high. Not long ends up being sooner than expected, and your orgasm surprises you when Angela bites down hard on your neck. The comedown is a little bit rough this time, and you can feel the oversensitivity start to set in.

“Baby, I need you to come,” you say, your breath stuttering. “I don’t think I can take much more.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Angela asks, looking up in concern.

“God no. But I only have one more left in me.”

“I can work with that.”

Angela speeds up her hips until she’s practically slamming into you, the force of her thrusts causing the headboard to smack against the wall. The sound is obnoxious and sure to piss off your neighbors, but you can’t bring yourself to care when your girlfriend is making you feel this good. You feel her hips start to stutter, and you know that she’s close, so you do everything you can to help her along, rutting your hips up into her to increase the friction.

“Fuck, I’m there,” Angela moans. “Come with me.”

Never one to disobey an order, you feel your stomach tighten before a spark of pleasure steamrolls through your body. You gasp for air, trying and failing to get any in. It takes you a long time to come down, long enough that Angela is looking at you with a cute little pout on her face when you do finally open your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you says, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your girlfriend’s lips. “Just a little over stimmed.”

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“Please.”

With an adorable little nod, Angela carefully separates your bodies. Once she’s pulled completely put of you, she grabs the keys to the handcuffs and unlocks them before getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. She returns a minute later with a warm wash cloth and no strap in sight. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as she starts to wipe the wetness from your thighs, and you sigh softly.

“I love you,” you murmur.

“And I love you,” Angela replies, looking up with a smile. “Now get up and go pee, you don’t want to get a UTI.”

[elizabethemerald]

The Future of the Pantheon of the Gods

@prehistoric-catgirl added onto @stealingyourbones 's post about Random DC characters interacting with DP characters. Her character was Cassie Sandsmark and she created a prompt where-in Cassie is assigned to become part of the new Pantheon and to seek out other members of the new Pantheon, including Danny Phantom who will be the new God of Death.

Masterpost

***

"Is this true?" Cassandra Sandsmark asked.

Cassie, Donna Troy and Diana Prince, stood before the gathered gods of Olympus. Cassie had been surprised to be summoned alongside the original Wonder Woman and the first Wonder Girl, her mentor and greatest inspiration respectively, to stand before the Olympians.

"Yes. Though we have tried to stop the decline, the truth is the gods are dying." Zeus rumbled, ozone and petrichor filling her nose as he spoke.

Cassie hadn't wanted to bring it up, but the gods around them did seem... older... weaker than they ever had been. They were still far over any mortal, but even with all the gathered Olympians the air was suffocated by their power like it had been even a few years before.

"Is there some way we can assist?" Donna asked, looking around them and no doubt cataloging the same changes Cassie had noticed.

Hera smiled at the trio of Wonder Women.

"Your noble spirit is why we have summoned you, but there is nothing that can be done to save us now." The words had a weight of surety to them. Everything had already been tried. The end of the Olympians was inevitable.

"The worship from the mortals has declined in recent centuries." The ground rumbled and shook under her feet as Poseidon spoke. "We are not as powerful now as we were a decade ago and in another decade more our infirmity will only grow."

Hades spoke next, his voice cracking with cold that stole Cassie's breath away. "There were some of us who felt we should just fade away, if the mortals no longer wished to worship us, then they can see how well they do without our influence over our domains."

"However, the rest of us wanted to ensure our domains remained to serve the humans even after our passing." Hera said, her words like a gavel. "The solution we have reached is to pass on our mantels to new, worthy successors. Those who have some skill with our domains, unshakable moral codes, and a deep love for their fellow mortals."

Cassie pondered the words of the Gods in the following silence. Then her eyes widened and her head whipped up to meet the eyes of Zeus who smiled at them as she gasped.

"Yes, we plan to pass on our duties to heroes such as yourselves." He declared, his arms open, magnanimously.

Cassie could see that Donna and Diana were as shocked as she was, though both of them kept their gasps silent. Diana gave a short bow.

"If there is no other way, than is a duty I can bare." She said.

"Not you Diana." Hades said, his empty eyes capturing them each in turn. "You have your own purpose among the new Pantheon, God-killer."

Diana stiffened and rose to face the Olympians once more, her shoulders set. Hera was the one to speak next.

"We decided those best to handle the weight of the cosmos would be those who are young enough to grow into their new roles. There are many such young heroes in your world who could train alongside us before our decline is complete."

"And if they should fall short of your standards, you expect me to serve as their executioner." Diana's disdain could have only been more clear if she had spat on the floor.

"Yes." Poseidon snapped like the crash of wave. "The power we have, that we are offering is too great to exist without some kind of check to prevent its abuse."

"Besides," spoke Athena for the first time, her eyes still filled with power despite her declining worship. "How many problems have been created for the mortals by the petty squabbles of those who sit on these thrones? We believe you, Diana, will be a worthy mentor for our successors, but you will not be among them. Always apart, always with your sword ready."

Diana's fury burned off her in waves, hating the idea that she would have to turn her blade against some of the junior heroes that she had helped raise, and seen grow up. Cassie swore she could hear her grinding her teeth and was afraid that Diana would decide to end the Pantheon right there.

"So! Who is it you have decided to be your successors?" Donna spoke up quickly, clearly thinking the same thing Cassie was.

"We have consulted the greatest oracles and soothsayers and each of us have chosen one who will suit." Hera said. "Zeus, why don't you go first."

Zeus held his hands out towards Donna. His eyes locked on hers. He stepped down from his dais as Donna stepped back, her eyes the size of dinner plates.

"Who else could take my place other than the sister of our dear Diana, who has proven her metal through lifetimes of strength and suffering. Donna Troy, you will be the next Queen of Olympus."

Donna looked like she might pass out, but shook the shock off and stood firm, earning her a proud smile from Zeus. Cassie patted her on the back, proud of her idol for everything she has accomplished.

"And you Cassandra, daughter of Zeus will take my place as the Goddess of War." Ares declared. "As you should."

Cassie carefully kept her snarl inside, her problems with her "brother" Ares was better left for when she was away from the rest of the Pantheon. At least if she were the Goddess of War, she wouldn't revel in the violence like he always did.

"We will not transfer our power now." Zeus spoke up again, returning to his throne. "Once the New Pantheon is assembled we will hand over our mantels, retaining only a fraction of our power to train our successors."

"Your responsibilities, and the reason we called you first, is so that you may notify those who will join you by your side." Hera said, settling to the details of their mission. "Diana, you will inform the mentors of these young heroes to prevent a panic. Diana, many of these are known to you, and you are known to them, so you will be the primary contact."

Hermes and Athena stepped forward to hand off scrolls to the two of them. Cassie fought to keep her emotions neutral. She would help no one by pouting at being redundant. Diana and Donna looked closely at the scrolls, their faces journeying through emotions as they considered the names.

"And you Cassandra," Cassie looked up in surprise at being addressed by Hades. "There are other heroes that you must reach out to who are not known to your organization, including my own successor."

"Secret would be a perfect-" Cassie started, quick to suggest her own teammate before Hades cut her off.

"No!" He snapped, the word stealing her breath away, forcing her to gasp and clutch her chest. "Your companion does have skills with regards to my domain, but there is another whose power and dominion of death is absolute. He is already a king in his own right, and his connection to life remains strong enough that he would be able to sympathize with the mortals. While he is unknown to your Justice League he is know and beloved to me."

Cassie nodded her head as another scroll, this one cold as ice was handed to her by Hermes. She couldn't help but be impressed by whoever this person is. She hadn't heard Hades call anything beloved other than Persephone in all the time she had known him. She looked at the names and coordinates on the scroll.

"Who on Earth is Phantom?"

[yvesssssssss]

oooooo got an idea for a request

Shin with a massive crush on reader but at the same time doesn’t know if he should pursue since they’re coworkers?

also thank you for feeding the community with your writing!! very tasty 10/10

Crush? What Crush? (Totally Just Coworkers)

Sorry it took long, let me know if it didn’t quite hit the mark—I’d be happy to adjust or take another shot at it!

Working at the Sakamoto store had its fair share of chaos—customers who couldn’t decide between miso or soy sauce, Sakamoto himself communicating only through grunts and finger gestures, and Lu somehow balancing an entire crate of produce on one hand while sipping her boba with the other.

And then there was you.

You weren’t loud, or flashy, or a trained killer like the rest of them, but somehow… Shin was constantly thrown off his game around you.

You were just nice. You had this calm, easygoing presence that made even the busiest days feel less hectic. Whether it was the way you restocked shelves with a little hum under your breath or how you always packed Sakamoto’s lunch with a tiny post-it smiley face—Shin was doomed from day one.

He was smitten. Utterly. Pathetically.

But he was also your coworker.

Which, in his mind, was Problem #1.

---

“Hey, Shin,” you called one afternoon, peeking your head into the back room. “Can you help me with the crates? Lu said you’ve got muscles now.”

Shin nearly dropped the broom he was holding. “Wha—I mean, yeah! I guess! I do have muscles!” he said a little too quickly. “Yup. Definitely. Huge ones.”

You blinked. Then smiled.

And Shin wanted to curl into a ball.

He followed you to the loading area, telling himself not to overthink. She’s just being nice. It’s not flirting. Even if it kinda felt like flirting. But it’s not. Probably.

He stacked the crates like his life depended on it, barely registering your soft laugh as you teased him about overdoing it.

“You know, I could’ve handled the smaller ones,” you said, standing close—too close—and brushing your sleeve against his arm. “But I guess it’s nice having a partner with big muscles.”

Shin forgot how to breathe for a second. “O-oh. Yeah. Cool. Good. M-muscle teamwork.”

Smooth. Really smooth.

---

He spent the next few days trying to act normal. Unfortunately, “normal” for Shin meant either awkwardly avoiding eye contact or staring into space mid-conversation because he forgot he could read your thoughts. And oh god—your thoughts were never mean. They were always kind. Sweet. Curious.

And occasionally laced with things like:

“Shin looks cute today.”

Or,

“I wonder if he’d want to hang out sometime… Nah. He probably wouldn’t want to.”

Which made Shin short-circuit behind the register more than once.

He wasn’t sure what to do with that. Did you actually like him? Should he make a move? What if it ruined everything? What if Sakamoto found out and started grilling him with that soul-piercing dad stare?

Still, the idea stuck with him. You liked him. Maybe.

Maybe enough to say yes if he asked you to dinner.

Just as coworkers, of course. Totally casual. Totally chill.

Right?

So one night, after closing up the store, Shin hovered by the entrance where you were wiping down the glass doors. His heart was hammering like he was about to disarm a bomb.

“Hey,” he started, shoving his hands in his pockets, “I was thinking... I mean, if you’re free sometime... maybe we could get dinner? Like, just the two of us.”

You blinked. Slowly set down the rag.

He braced himself for rejection, or teasing, or the awkward “oh! as coworkers, right?”

But instead, you smiled, soft and sweet. “I’d love that.”

Shin blinked. “Wait—seriously?”

You laughed. “Yeah. I mean, I like you, Shin.”

He felt like the floor fell out from under him—but in a good way. In a really good way.

He tried to play it cool. Failed. “O-oh. Cool. I—I like you too. A lot. Like, too much, probably. I’ve been thinking about this for—actually never mind. That’s—uh. Great.”

You giggled as you walked past him, brushing his arm again. “Pick me up at seven?”

And as Shin stood there, dazed and full of butterflies, Sakamoto passed by and gave him a thumbs up—without a word.

Somehow, that was the most terrifying part of all.

[hypewinter]

So I've seen a lot of posts that use Danny Todd or Respawn in reincarnation ideas. Couple that with a severe lack of sleep and a desperation to not do any or the various assignments I have and I got a gloriously stupid idea. What if Danny were constantly reincarnating?

We begin with Thomas Wayne Jr. Older brother to Bruce Wayne and brain damaged serial killer turned acrobat? (Boy the 70s were wild) anyhow after Thomas Jr. heroically takes a bullet for his brother, the higher powers that be decide he was given a rotten hand in life and decide to let him reincarnate.

Enter Danny Todd who has yet another tragic life. He tries to shield his brother from the terrors of the world and give him a good life. He even joins a gang and dirties his hands so Jason doesn't have to. The unfortunately ends with Danny Todd losing his life with the fire escape he's on collapses. The powers that be cough awkwardly as they realize this new life was just as terrible as the first. Therefore they try again.

Bam! Daniel Fenton comes bursting onto the scene and his life is actually pretty good. Sure his parents are a little obsessed with their research but by no means are they neglectful. Plus Danny is smart, talented, and driven. What a great life, nothing could possibly go wrong with this one! Until Danny turns 14 and promptly gets zapped. Now this right here opens up a whole new can of worms as Danny's newfound half ghost status gives him access to his past lives. Nothing too grand. Just little memories or feelings here and there but these glimpses seem to be getting clearer as time goes on. Too bad there's no time to focus on that though with all of these new ghost baddies stream in. Speaking of ghost baddies, during the events of TUE, Danny ends up sacrificing his life to save his family and erase Dan from the time stream.

So.... he's dead. Again. Geez what is with this kid dying younger and younger? Why can't you just live a long happy and fulfilling life!? *Sigh* That's it. Maybe what your soul really needs is some peaceful eternal rest. Wait where did he go? What do you mean he fell into a reincarnation pool? Who did he reincarnate as?!?

Respawn, son of Slade Wilson and Talia Al Ghul, opens his eyes. He has four sets of memories competing for dominance in his mind. Which leads him to be very confused and given his parentage/training, very angry. The only times things ever seemed to calm were when he was stalking Damian around his new family. Is that what he needs? The Waynes? But they already have Damian. Respawn would just be the spare if he joined them. He didn't like that. Replacement however - though still mildly annoying - he could get behind it.

[battybaby111]

heatwaves and hot topics

best friend!lee felix x fem!plus size!reader

wc 2901

warnings none, all fluffy maybe minor angst and a little suggestive

a/n first full fledged pic on this account, whose surprised it's for felix?... was that crickets? I think I heard crickets. n e ways, I hope ya like it! hopefully I'll be posting more regularly here in the future, it's hard starting from scratch after having an established following on another account. this is far from my best work, but for just getting back into the swing of things- she's pretty alright. xo.

it was hot; hotter than hot. nobody in the dorms were sticking around, a few fleeing to the public pool to beat the heat, chan and han opting for the studio where the ac actually seemed to work. you and felix seemed to be the last to be awoken by the blistering sun preening through the thin curtains in your rooms.

your skin was beaded with sweat, hair matted to your face and you found yourself immediately stripping out of the cozy muumuu you'd slept in and opting for the shortest shorts you could find- which your thighs and ass begin eating promptly, and the thinnest tank top available in your closet- clinging to your soft tummy and leaving little to the imagination in your chest area.

your mouth dry and your chest heaving at the thick hot air of the dorms, you groan and swipe some sweat off of your forehead.

walking out of your room and stepping into the kitchen your hands find the nearest clean glass and fill it to the brim with water from the filter. sock padded feet patter on the floorboard, turning to your left you see an equally miserable felix, lip pouted and cheeks red. with a pair of black shorts slung low on his hips, he holds a ponytail out in his palm silently begging you to end the torment of his hair resting on his bare shoulders.

"aww lixie," you pout back, setting the glass on the counter and plucking the hair tie from his hand and urging him to spin around and crouch. you allow him a pause, smiling down at his ducked position as he all but tears the crew socks from his ankles and tosses them to the other side of the room like they'd burned him.

a low groan thrums in his chest, heaving out a dramatic sigh, "where did this heatwave come from and when is it leaving?"

"unfortunately, i am not the weatherman lix." you giggle and he hums satisfactorily as your fingers graze his scalp pulling his hair into a little blonde bun at the back of his head. your phone buzzes from the counter and you turn to see a uv warning, along with a few messages in the group chat naming the whereabouts of each member.

"jisung and channie are at the studio, i think minho left to go there too a bit ago. the rest are at the pool, and binnie is at the gym working out in this heat like a serial killer." you glance up towards felix whose eyes are now taking in your choice of clothing clinging to your balmy skin. you flick his forehead and he frowns, finally looking you in the eyes again with an innocent smile.

"sounds about right."

"did you wanna-" he cuts you off with a shake of his head, "nah, i've been up and at 'em all week. sucks our first free day in forever has to be impossible to enjoy." he tsks, "but i'd rather suffer at home then work voluntarily, suffer at the gym, or swim in a public pool while trying to simultaneously hide my identity."

you point at him and nod, "point taken. so, let's get all the box fans from all the rooms and pray we don't blow a fuse?"

he nods curtly with a wide smile, now bare feet pitter pattering towards his room, you doing the same.

once all the fans had been subsequently stolen from the other boys rooms, along with both of your own, and plugged into the various outlets in the living room, you flop down on the couch and close your eyes. fanning yourself with your hand.

felix walks back into the room, now holding two frosty glasses of lemonade with ice. he hums at you to get your attention and throws a nod your way so you'd lift your legs, settling himself on the couch with your calves now sitting in his lap.

"here," he holds the glass toward you and you groan, not wanting to move in the heat, there'd surely be a you shaped puddle of sweat on the cushions when you did eventually get up.

he tsks at your noncompliance and giggles as he presses the bottom of the cold glass into the exposed skin of your tummy, causing you to hiss and sit up quickly at the sensation, almost knocking it from his hand.

sending a glare his way you begrudgingly, but thankfully, take the glass from his hand and swallow almost half of the liquid in one gulp, sighing and setting it on the floor next to you.

"thank you lixie," you smile sweetly at him before flopping backwards yet again, shifting around trying to get comfy, and swiping the remote from the floor.

"watch something or play something?"

"no."

you quirk an eyebrow and tilt your head at him confused as he sips his lemonade, "that wasn't really a yes or no question, yongbok-ah."

"yes, but my answer is neither," he offers a goofy tooth filled grin to your perplexed expression.

"ah, okay...what?" you shake your head in disdain, dropping the remote back on the floor, "we aren't sitting here in silence for hours."

he laughs before finally explaining as you continue to look at him as though he'd grown another head, "no, no, just wanna talk. we never get to hang, just us, anymore." he shakes his head and waves a hand dismissively, "besides, tonights movie night. we've got time to watch later."

"okay so, what do you want to talk about?" he rubs circles absentmindedly as he thinks before turning to you, "we could play two truths and a lie."

you brows pinch together, offering him a small smile, "sure, lix, but-" you sit up now, raising your pointer finger to poke him in the arm with a half serious look, "this'll be easy, I know you too well."

"sure," he holds out the hand that was rubbing your ankle, shaking yours exaggeratedly making you giggle.

"okay okay, i'll go first," he hums and runs a hand through his hair, deep in thought trying to come up with his options, "got it. i have a secret tiktok account to watch edits of the group," you giggle at the thought, picturing him scrolling through edits of you guys on stage, or commenting fire emojis under thirst edits of himself, "my favorite color is light blue, and i'm finally past bronze on league."

"hmm," you tap your chin in mock contemplation, the answer clear as day to you. this boy will never get past bronze, "I know your still bronze, goofy. you gotta do a harder one next time."

the room fills with giggles from the both of you as he nods, you pick up your lemonade, "so your secret account?"

"oh yeah, found some gnarly stuff on there. some of them are like way too good," he laughs again before nodding to you as you take a sip of your drink. setting it down you clear your throat and place your hands in your lap, mustering up your best poker face before starting, "okay, so before I went down the path to becoming an idol I used to run a bigbang fan account on tumblr, and I wrote fan fiction about them" he snorts, smacking your ankle and shaking his head, thinking he'd already caught your lie.

"I once got bucked off a horse, but I got back on because I'm a badass, and they gave me a plush of her- which I still have, for my bravery, and I once went full 'coyote ugly' at a bar during a bachelorette party."

"what's 'coyote ugly'," he tilts his head at you, not understanding your reference and your jaw drops slightly.

"sometimes I forget that I'm the only person with good taste in this group, it's a movie. picture this," you clap your hands together softly and begin to set the scene, "me circa six years ago in a bar I wasn't even allowed to be in, I would've been just barely 18 at the time, up on the counter throwing my shirt at a bride and pouring shots into her bridesmaids mouths," you sigh fondly at the memory before returning your gaze to his eyes with a straight face, "before promptly getting thrown out and banned from the building."

you smile brightly towards him while he just stares at you in what you can't decide is judgmental or impressed, he shakes his head and blinks rapidly.

"wow, okay, gonna need to watch that movie," you swat his arm at the dirty underlying meaning to his words, "also, I think the fan account is the lie."

you bob your head side to side, teasing him, before finally giving in when he flicks the space between your eyebrows, "alright alright, you're- drumroll please," you begin patting your legs in a steady rhythm while he giggles amused, "wrong! I never got bucked off a horse, she liked me, but I do have the plushie- just had to buy it myself."

"no way, you little weirdo!"

"at least I'm not fangirling over my own band!" you squint at him and point an accusing finger at him, "I bet you have folders for each of us full of thirst edits, and you know what? I bet yours has the most in it you little narcissi-"

"do not!"

"do to!"

"I do not!"

you roll your eyes but a smile breaks through your combative facade, "sure jan, try your lies elsewhere. it's your turn."

you pick up your lemonade once again only to frown when you realize you'd emptied it, halfheartedly you pluck an ice cube from the glass and begin rubbing it on your neck with a hum at the cooling sensation.

you glance over at Felix, deep in thought probably attempting to come up with ones as good as your own, which were better than his first choices by far. his ponytail was beginning to sag as he wouldn't stop touching his hair, his forehead and cheeks dewy from the sweat, and he licks his upper lip in focus. your heart stutters, he'd looked entirely too good for someone stuck in the hottest dorms in seoul during a heatwave.

you clear your throat in an attempt to clear the thoughts from your head, you were sure the crush you'd had on him way back when had gone away but it always lingered somewhere deep, coming out in these moment you had alone.

he finally pats your calf to get your attention before sitting up straighter and fixing an imaginary tie, pulling a straight face, "hmm, okay... one time, during summer camp, I really had to use the bathroom and we were on a hike and I ended up in the infirmary for a whole night with poison ivy in places you don't want to know," a giggle rises from your throat and you pray for entertainments sake that this was a truth, "it was not funny. anyway, number two, I once accidentally let one of minho hyungs cats out and he didn't speak to me for a week even after I found him and brought him back safely."

that one could be true, but it also sounded like something han would be guilty of, your brows knit in contemplation awaiting his next story.

"back in our trainee days, I had the biggest crush on you. like, hardcore," your throat squeezes, eyes widen, and you swear you felt your heart stop in your chest. no, he's lying, there's not a chance, he'd said it way too casually and felix is anything but casual when it came to stuff like that. and if he did? boy did you really miss your chance, by like 5 years.

he looks at you with a smile, waiting patiently for you to guess. you catch his eyes and sake your head with a gulp before stuttering out, "uh, th-the last one. thought the one about minho was a lie, s-sounds like a jisung story that you stole, but definitely the last one."

he smiles almost triumphantly and your blood runs cold, "nope." he pops the 'p' withe pride. he was happy to have fooled you, but you were a mess in your spot. you pull your legs from his lap and scoot back on the couch, eyes even wider than before if possible and you pull your knees as close to your chest as you can manage with your large thighs and protruding belly, suddenly feeling his gaze on every inch of exposed skin and wishing you hd a blanket you could hide under.

he frowns at your sudden closed off stature, scooting to the middle seat of the couch and resting a hand on your knee, "are you good?" he half smiles but his eyes show concern, rubbing his fingertips lightly where they meet your thigh.

"uh, no? what do you mean you had a crush on me? like you just thought I was cute?"

he scoffs, "no, no," he huffs out a laugh, "I really liked you, I was a little crazy with it, asking channie hyung about you because I knew you were close, making it a point to get closer with you so I would have an excuse to see you outside of training because friends hangout you know?"

your nerves subsided, brows pinching together and eyes closing slightly, "I was a fat little dweeb, why liked? why not like? I mean I'm still chubby, but I'd like to say I've grown into myself a hell of a lot and am far hotter now than I was at 15, felix."

he gaped at you, lips closing and open like a fish, were you really mad?

his lips flit upward before he can't help it and a laugh falls out. well, more like erupts out, he's howling as you cross your arms over your chest, still looking at him like he'd just pushed you down the stairs and called you a loser.

he wipes tears from his eyes and pats your knee, "are you jealous of yourself right now?"

"oh no, far from it, look at me. I got hot as shit, her and her buckteeth and bad haircut wishes they were me. I'm confused."

he laughs again, this time not so hard, but he can't believe how ridiculous this conversation is, "well she is you, just a few years before you grew into your teeth and got boobs."

you smack his arm as he lets out another chuckle, "hey!"

"sorry, 'm sorry, but what do you mean confused?" he looks at you, eyes softer now but still creased in the corners from the grin he bared.

"why'd you stop liking me? like you said, rudely, but seriously my teeth fir my face and my tits are fantastic." you sigh, frowning slightly, "why don't you like me now?"

he frowns at your upset, "I love you now, you're my best friend. I guess I just realized you wouldn't see me the same way and I dropped it eventually, I dunno? what's this got you all upset for."

"because I've liked you for years lix! are you even kidding me right now? you are infuriating," you stand from the couch now pacing back and forth in front of him, his eyes following you, brows raised and a smile of disbelief on his lips.

"years, lix, I've literally been pining since the day we met because I thought you were way out of my league, all cool and handsome and funny," you stop abruptly pointing at him with fire in your eyes, "and now you tell me I missed my chance, five years ago, ooooh man I'm gonna fight you," you shake your head, "I'm gonna physically fight you, lee yongbok."

"aish, stop it," he stands and grabs your shoulders, forcing you to look up at him, just slightly, "you didn't miss your chance," he rolls his eyes.

"obviously you've got a rockin' body, and the cutest bunny teeth, and you're always wearing these skimpy little outfits," he plays with the strap of your tank top, snapping it against your skin making you gasp, "I only said 'liked' to save face, couldn't have you laughing at me when I told you-"

you grab the sides of his face and pull him down to yours, kissing him quickly before leaving pecks all over his cheeks, his giggles cutting through as you continued you ministrations, finally landing one on his nose.

"that means I won," he's smiling, eyes dazed like he's on some sort of high before snapping out of it and looking down at you incredulously.

"what? no. how?"

you giggle, placing another kiss on his lips, slower and softer this time, allowing it to linger. his lips were soft against yours, smooth with a light layer of balm on them tasting of cherry carmex. when you finally pull away, his eyes are still closed and his lips chase yours before blinking them open, "how did I lose?"

"you said you 'liked' me, and that was a lie because I can feel your half-chub pressing into my thigh," he smirks and looks down at the front of his pants, then back to you with a raised eyebrow urging you to continue,

"you told three lies, you didn't play by the rules, so I win."

[rosakuma]

FINALE PREDICTIONS FOR CH.5 TRAPPER, VICTIM, KILLER, SURVIVORS AND OTHER STUFF!

Hey sooo…..Tetro Pink ending soon with this and next Friday. Apologies for not making any post about the previous batch of episodes but they were…..a lot. Anyways! I am of course very sad and scared we’re close to the end of this fun tragic ride of Tetro Pink, but before we get to the finale BDA and trial next week. I want to crack a shot at who I think is dying, who’s responsible for the traps, who’s surviving, and what will happen after the trial. Now some of my predictions are just going to be a mixture of theory crafting with some evidence and just “I have a gut feeling about it”. None of what I’m going to say obviously going to be true(I mean look at my ch.4 prediction ), but I just want to give out my reasoning for each for fun!

Spoilers for ch.5 up to this point and kinda everything before ch.5

Okay getting started, let’s go over who I think did the traps, notes, stole wada’s stash, getting Ken and Ojima high and drunk, and who planted the drugs. Then we’ll get into who I think has the most victim and killer vibes. And finally the survivors and what might happen.

The traps, notes, and the reason behind it

With how frequent they keep getting from going from a gasoline bucket to a chloride, a bomb and then hatchet!? Yeah this is getting intense, but time to figure out who I think it is. Yeah its Ken Hasegawa.

Looking at all of the current suspects, it really boils down to Ken.

For starters we can easily eliminate Mai due to her at first accidentally triggering the traps intended for someone else and how the later ones are intended for her to find.

Hiroaki and Tamba were supposed to be the victims of the first two traps, so it would be weird for either to set the rest clearly for Mai. You could make the argument that the gasoline one was for Hiroaki by Tamba and the locker one was for Tamba by Hiroaki. But it's strange why Tamba would resort to violence towards him because during that point of the story, she clarified that she’s only going to stalk him to see if he’s suspicious and if he is, she’ll just hold him hostage until another murder happens. While for Hiroaki its strange because he clearly doesn't want to hurt or have anything to do with her and just want her to leave him alone. Also he doesn't know her schedule well to know when she would hit that trap.

Wada and Yanagi are a double package in terms of their own body betrays them. Specifically that Wada starving himself made him too weak for him to commit any of the traps with how he has to carry buckets full of gasoline and caltrops and even a ladder or chair to reach high enough for both the art room and locker room doorframe. Wada is 5’1, so he would have to get a ladder/chair to reach up there, but risk of being caught is too much for him. This kinda applies to Tamba too since she’s short(5’2 to be exact), although she is technically strong enough to lift a ladder/chair, but the risk of being caught too much. While for Yanagi, sure he’s tall enough to reach the doorframe of both rooms, so that’s not a problem. But there’s the fact Yanagi has both a concussion he’s recovering from and his hand being messed up still from Decision Game(Von even confirm that his hand in a permanent relaxed fist position). So he runs the risk of either collapsing from his symptoms of his concussion coming back or trying to lift up a heavy bucket filled with gasoline/caltrops one handed. There’s also the emotional factors with these two as the target neither of them would want to hurt on purpose even if the traps doesn't kill the person.

And then there’s Ojima who while tall enough with being 6’3, he runs into the emotional attachment factor(him caring for Hiroaki) and the fact he dissociates often to where he would be unable to set any of these traps. Especially with running the risk of easily being caught.

So all that leaves is Ken who has a good explaination for each of these concerns we might have. Reaching the door frame? Ken is 6’2 he’s tall enough to reach it without needing a ladder. Ken while nice to the others, isn’t that emotionally close/attach to them(due to him only staying by Kamimura’s side and never developing any further friendships with those alive) to struggle doing something to them that can possibly kill them. No physical barriers that prevent him from setting these up(yes he lose his eye, but that doesn't mean he can’t do anything still). And he’s not really accounted for where he was at for most of these events. Not to mention another thing that possible supports this theory is the fact he told Hiroaki that he was going to the storage room to find sealant for the cold lockers. And what happened soon afterwards? Oh nothing except a bomb blew up in a book that the note Mai received told her to. Which btw Hasegawa frequent the library most of the time too, where he would know where that specific book would be. And if Ken the trap setter, then he also has to be the note writer for Tamba’s death threat with how these new notes connect to the first one in trying to get Mai to trigger these traps and get to them. Especially since she’s the only one stubborn and stupid enough to continue doing them(sorry Mai Mai ily still). This also works with him being with Tamba before she found the note, so honestly he could’ve found out she’s going to the locker room after a certain amount of time and decided to plant it before she got there.

But why would he do all of this? My current running theory is that Ken has figured out something to help them escape somehow, but cannot directly speak it out loud. So to cause distraction from the doctors and Monomoko not catching onto him. He’s doing all of this to both distract everyone else with new worries popping up, distract the overseers into thinking he’s planning a murder, and to get Mai to specifically help him without telling her directly the plan. Hence, why the latest note mentions if she continues to follow the notes to help them all escape, Tamba will live and how this trapper needs her strength. Not to mention Mai is right that despite the traps hurting her, they’re not deadly to where they’re going to straight up kill her(I mean we can argue the bomb and hatchet, but she’s still kicking soooo…yeah). This can still fit with Hasegawa’s character in not wanting to really hurt or kill anyone despite not really bonding with anyone on a deeper level like he did with Toshi.

Now let’s get to next on the list of:

Wada’s Stash

There are two main suspects I have for who has possible done this. Those being Hasegawa and Tamba. Going over how they could’ve done it first, both these two have investigated the dorms before and have found his stash. Its possible either could remember the location of it to take it. Along with the fact a lot of people here keep forgetting to lock their doors too. But then there’s the factor that anyone still could’ve done it with most alive have seeing Wada’s room(Ojima when fixing his computer, Mai and Shigeki when investigating in ch.3). Another problem is what if he just moved his stash in his room somewhere else? How would they remember to find it then while being quick as possible to sneak in? Though I’ll still suspect these two based off of the motivation for each.

For Ken, it could connect with his plan if we go with my theory on him setting the traps. Somehow stealing Wada’s stash was important in terms of his plan. Perhaps as just another distraction for Wada and Mai to deal with. Or maybe Wada was hiding something else in his stash that Ken noticed before he would need. Plus it is possible even if Wada moved it, Ken was in his room before again during [Quick Check] since he agreed to help Wada with his selective mutism. Maybe he was searching Wada’s room to know where it is while Wada was chatting with Hiroaki.

Now what about Tamba that makes her a suspicious candidate? Well this mostly goes down to two things. 1. Tamba has always been the one who keeps going on about Wada’s stash since she doesn't like how he’s hoarding all this food from everyone. Not to mention getting on Wada about how much he eats. And 2. Her current paranoia could’ve caused her to maybe camp out somewhere(probably her dorm room before moving out due to the punishment).

So you might be wondering “Well why would she risk stealing from Wada’s room and not just…stock up in the kitchen or any remaining food left in the storage room?”. Well for the storage room, we don’t know if Wada actually did take all the food there plus its never restocked, so its hard to keep on inventory to be sure if something was there before or not. While for the kitchen….y’all remember what happened to Isono right? Staying in the kitchen to get something to eat, only to get her head bashed in by the only other person there. Yeah Tamba not taking a chance I bet if it was her.

Highsegawa and Drunkjima

Ok so this one is kinda hard since we don't know what exactly got Ken high and Ojima drunk. We’ll get Ken out of the way first.

So somehow Ken got himself high after the defence game. I’ve seen some say maybe he did this to himself to ease the pain. To which searching it up, it does say “THC or CBD binds to specific receptors on the brain and nerve cells, which slows pain impulses and eases discomfort.” So honestly it's possible. But Ken’s reaction may discourage this a bit. But okay let’s say regardless if Ken did this to himself or someone else, who got the THC and where from?

My only guesses are that its either from the medbay OR it was someone’s reward. And the only two people we know now that got an reward from Defence game is Tamba and Wada. But I have no clue why they would want to make Hasegawa high unless they were trying to help him I guess in a way to ease the pain? Knowing now that Wada was the one that picked the bodily sacrifice punishment for everyone, which caused Ken to lose his eye, maybe if its an reward that Wada received, he gave it to Ken due to feeling bad about what happened. They were both in the dining hall before Hiroaki and Ojima came in on the day Ken ended up high.

Okay so moving onto Takeshi. I think he got himself drunk. Let me explain. So the two times it seems he got himself drunk was after a love confession. The first one being himself slipping that he loves Hiroaki to him. While the second is Hiroaki saying he loves him back when Ojima waking up from his hangover. Each time, Ojima went to or remained in the art room where him and Hiroaki is sleeping. But then there’s the question “Where did Ojima get alcohol to drink in the paint room?” Well well well, who said it had to be alcohol? Apparently according to the web, you can actually get drunk off paint fumes. “In general, the effects appear similar to the effects of alcohol intoxication. Depending on the time spent inhaling, one may begin to feel a slight stimulant effect and a loss of inhibitions. As the chemicals take effect, the person will often feel as if they are intoxicated by alcohol.” So its likely that Ojima might’ve been huffing paint to forget about the love confession incidents. Though if not the love confession for why he’s getting himself drunk, then maybe it's his new way of coping with his trauma coming back to him to try not to space out. Or alternatively he’s doing this to cope with recent events of hurting others. Either way I am very concerned about this and I hope he stops(especially if he survives after all of this).

The Drugs

This one also still has me stumped. Sure I could just say it was leftovers from when Okazaki took them or that Ken planted them since I think he’s the trap setter. But I’m pretty sure that she used up all of Hiroaki’s drugs, these seem to be new, and Idk if Ken was planning yet to do anything that drastic to get Hiroaki to relapse. My only guess really if it’s not Ken or leftovers Hiroaki forgot about is that Tamba planted them.

I know that’s might be a reach since Tamba and Hiroaki didn’t start fully beefing with each other until she got the note. But let’s think about their relationship before hand. With this chapter revealing a lot about Tamba’s feelings on Hiroaki, with the spotlight as an added bonus that gives more insight, it’s clear she never hold a high opinion of him. Tamba did like Hiroaki a bit, but in a way she felt like she didn’t have to behave well since well Hiroaki way worse than her in comparison, so no one will really focus on her than him. And before all of this with the death threat and Watari’s trial, there was the stairwell incident(well the first one that is). Tamba almost hurt or potentially killed Hiroaki down the stairs because she was very paranoid. She didn’t mean to of course, but this was kinda brush off by her and some of the others despite Hiroaki being really upset about it. But that didn’t matter since during this time after the trial, Ojima and him were discussing a plan for him to apologize to everyone.

Hiroaki discovered the drugs before he apologized to Tamba and the others. So I could see with it being the finale trial where they have to just go through one more murder to get this done and over with that maybeeeeee….Tamba decided to make Hiroaki overdose so it counts as a suicide and they all get out scot free. To which staff side confirm if Hiroaki overdose from those drugs, it would count as a suicide. I know Tamba doesn’t have a way to know that’s completely true, but she doesn’t really think through anyways with things sometimes. Plus it would be a perfect plan as no one would probably guess it was her who planted them and just assumed that Hiroaki found them himself and did it because he’s an addict. So even if it does count as a murder, Tamba would win it and we know she’s not willing to die even to save Mai or Shigeki from her student spotlight.

Okay now it’s time to go through who’s potentially on the chopping block this chapter!

Before we do, let’s go over where everyone’s currently at the moment.

Hiroaki & Ojima- Balcony

Wada- Was in the hallway with Ojima presumably on the first or second floor, now should be back in the hallway by the stairwell with Mai and Tamba.

Ken & Yanagi- Both are trapped in the medbay/morgue, presumedly overnight.

Tamba & Mai- Both still at the bottom of the stairwell around the basement level near the hallways.

Going through this, I think really the most vulnerable at the moment of who could be killed is Yanagi and Ken right now. Sure Wada is at a vulnerable moment too of being caught, but the only person right now that could kill him is Mai. To which I doubt she would and plus, Tamba would know because Mai was with her while she was crying in pain from her fracture.

So unless Ken and Shigeki are let out by sometime tomorrow, I don’t think they’re going to be safe. There’s also the fact someone lock them in there and….yeah I think one of them did it and I think it was Ken. I don’t know why exactly, but when you rewatch the episode they get trapped in, Ken is the one to go to the door. He messes with it before saying it’s locked and Yanagi coming over to try opening it.

You could say maybe it was Hiroaki who lock the door to prevent Tamba from getting help. But that doesn’t make sense. There was a short time frame from when Ken and Shige went to the medbay and Ojima and Wada heading upstairs to find Hiroaki. The balcony not on the same level as the medbay is. So basically Hiroaki would’ve have to been camping out near the medbay to them, lock them in, and then rush upstairs without anyone noticing? Very unlikely and I do think he ran up stairs to hide near the balcony. Wada and Ojima were already upstairs. So Mai would have to be the only one who could’ve lock them in if it was a third party. But she obviously wouldn’t because why the hell would she lock the people in who’s trying to help Tamba? This entire chapter has her trying to find out who’s doing all of this and targeting Tamba for her sake of safety!

So yeah I think Ken lock him and Shigeki in the medbay. But I’m not 100% sure why. My guess is it might have to do with something with his plan, but I’m still not sure.

As for how this murder might go….all I can think of is somebody going to die via a trap.

Okay murder aside since I don’t have much to say, let’s just go down the list of who I think is dying as a victim or killer.

Victim(s)

Yanagi Shigeki- Yeah Yanagi high on my list for becoming the victim of this chapter. With how much importance it’s put on Yanagi protecting Mai. I have a feeling that knight’s oath will be the end of him as perhaps Mai might trigger another trap and he will try to save her by knocking her out of the way of it. Even if not through a trap, whoever trap him in that medbay whether it’s Ken or not surely doesn’t have have good plans for him. Also he confessed his feelings to Mai and this is Danganronpa, so of course he’s going to die before Mai can tell him her feelings about him too.

Hayashi Mai- Now I’m not fully sure if Mai dying or not as the victim as much as I was before we found out her reward is her vote being the only one voted as a solo vote. But there’s still a good chance she can be on the chopping block due to maybe the killer wanting to get rid of her pronto as she holds a lot of power right now. Plus if the trap setter is actually planning for a murder to happen, it could be hers.

Ojima Takeshi- So Ojima I was for sure thinking was going to die last chapter….he did not. But this chapter I am really afraid that might finally happen. I think most likely with how he’s a risk with falling into any deadly traps with his daydreaming or the fact he’s getting himself drunk can lead to this outcome. Plus the fact he also did a love confession this chapter as well isn’t a good sign for him and Hiroaki. Not to mention how tragic his death would be with last chapter focusing on how he’s afraid of dying young or that he’ll never be able to have a future with how much his lift been ruined by his parents and uncle.

As for the others, I didn’t put any for Hiroaki, Tamba, and Wada as I think they’re all red herrings in terms of dying. As for Ken, I don’t think he’s dying either as I think he’s going to play a big importance in this case.

Killer(s)

Wait why is it the exact same people + Ken? Lol yeah I also think the 3 picks I chose for the victims can alternatively be the killers in my eyes. This is kinda mixture on fitting any potential tragedy themes we could have for them while Ken is something I was thinking logically could happen.

Yanagi Shigeki- So if Yanagi’s not on the chopping block as the victim, then I feel like killer most likely would happen too. Now keep this in mind, him including my other picks minus the last one I’m thinking are going to get the Hama treatment in terms of accidental killing someone without realizing their actions did. So it would be tragic for Yanagi to actually be the finale killer compared to ch.1 where he was accused/framed as the killer of Isono. Especially with how the one who will be executing him is Mai…the woman he loves. And the worse part is, he would accept it as he rather save her and everyone else than his own life. After fall, his knight’s oath swears to protect her.

Hayashi Mai- Now if Mai instead ends up on the tragic accidental killer route, it would fit with how her falling into the mastermind’s trap of following all these notes and traps lead to her being turn into the killer. She would basically have to vote for herself to be killed just to save everyone….and you know she will. She swore to protect everyone and get them out alive right? So if she must, she will. Also how depressing if all of this happens and Yanagi the victim too? The man she might love who ended up confessing to her died because of her hands. Some Romeo and Juliet stuff right there man.

Ojima Takeshi- I feel so evil for this one, but this is kinda something I both don’t and want. It would fit soooo well in the tragedy of development this chapter has for Ojima with having him be afraid of hurting people to end up killing someone(albeit accidentally through a stupid trap). Which it’s possible even more now not because of him dissociating, but because he keeps ending up drunk. Just imagine a drunk Takeshi ends up triggering a trap that ends up killing someone else and he just stares at them. Dissociating from the whole event because he thinks he did it. To then have Hiroaki defend him the whole trial, seeming to save him only to be proven wrong and it’s true that Takeshi is counted as the killer of this case. Also while it would suck in a way if Ojima dies for Hiroaki’s development, it makes sense for it to happen. Up to this point, Hiroaki didn’t lose anyone close to him. Sure, he did lose Chiba and Tsuno, but he didn’t get to develop those bonds further than he would like to and sadly didn’t treat them right when they were alive as well. Ojima been the only one he’s been close to since day one he cares about from beginning to end. To lose him allows him to show the vulnerability he’s been hiding from the whole group this entire time and cement how he’s just like the rest of them. A scared teenager who loss someone they care and even loved thanks to this horrible game.

Hasegawa Ken- Okay so Ken really not that high on my list as while I do think he set up all of these traps, I don’t think he’s going to be counted as a killer seeing how Watari’s trial works and the fact staffside confirm that if Okazaki only killed Tsuno via trap, it counts as a suicide due to Tsuno opening the trap door. But in the scenario he does, yeah he might be on the chopping block as the killer. Though I will say it would be cool if he does end up as the killer, he somehow escapes his execution with how most likely he has a plan for him and everyone to escape.

So that leaves the remainder as who I think will be the survivors are:

Hiroaki Nakamigawa

Wada Masanari

Tamba Ruiko

Hasegawa Ken

and whoever out of my 3 picks escapes both the victim and killer allegations. To which if you want me to bet who, then I’m betting Mai.

After all of that, how do I think Pink is going to end? Well for starters we know it’s next week as it’s confirm we only have 2 Tetro Fridays left. So definitely no chapter six and the epilogue is most likely going to be just be on the same day as the trial.

I have 3 scenarios that I believe in. Spoiler alert, I don’t believe in the solo survivor theory via killer wining or battle royale or memory erase theory. So no mentions of those for these.

Scenario 1: Escape from the School!

So this theory is that after the trial during the execution, the students are going to escape with a plan thanks to Ken. This might involve them raiding the arsenal for weapons or a reward one of them won on one of the previous games. This can also maybe save the killer of this chapter and result in us having 6 survivors instead of 5! Alternatively if not themselves allowing their escape, imagine if Monomoko helps them escape since there’s still a good conscience in them. Eventually everyone gets out, steals a car, and boom! They all escape free and swear revenge on these people for doing this to them.

Scenario 2: So can I go home now?

It just simply happens. After the trial, everyone gets to go home as promised. Of course they’re taken outside probably in bags and transported to a secluded area away from the lab so they themselves can figure out the way back to their homes together. Too much of a risk to just simply drive them all home obviously. This allows the students to if they desire give each other their contacts and travel home first, then swear revenge on their captors later.

Scenario 3: *Vanishes out of Thin Air*

This is relatively the same as the previous scenario, except Monomoko just teleport them all back to their homes. Just poof! They’re gone. At most we might get a hint of one of the students deciding to try to seek out the others so they can figure out what happen to them all and who done this to them. Especially since they need to figure out what to tell the public for some of them.

To which after any of these scenarios it just cuts to Yonekura like usual, as they prepare the next set of students….

We’ll see if I got anything right from these! See y’all tomorrow, I’m so scared rn!

[includedisco]

Title: Fries, Burgers, and Payback(In the Name of Love)

Characters: Fadel, Style

Pairing: FadelStyle

Fandom: The Heart Killers

Tags: Fluff, established relationship, post canon, Romantic Comedy, Protective Boyfriend Style, Revenge Plot, Loyalty and Love, Vandalism with a Heart, Mischievous Mechanic Style, Style-centric, Restaurant Drama, Secret Acts of Love, Adorable Chaos

warnings: none

Word Count: 1,433

Summary: Fadel faces some rude customers at his restaurant but stays calm and unbothered by the confrontation. Meanwhile, Style isn’t about to let it slide. Determined to teach them a lesson, he sets out to get revenge

A/N: Style is basically a kitchen hero by day and parking lot vigilante by night in this one; the reckless devotion type of boyfriend. There isn't a lot of plot here. It's just something adorable about how Style will go to great lengths to protect Fadel. Have fun reading. As always, I'm deeply thankful for your love and support towards my FadelStyle stories.

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During his lunch break, Style heads straight to Fadel’s burger joint, eager to see his man. He walks in through the back door, bypassing the dining area, and steps into the kitchen. The air is filled with the sizzle of patties on the grill and the rich aroma of spices. Fadel is at the counter, focused on assembling a burger, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. When he looks up and sees Style, his serious expression melts into a warm smile.

“Hi,” Fadel says, wiping his hands on a towel. “What are you doing here?”

Style grins, leaning casually against the counter. “I missed you. Thought I’d drop by and steal a kiss and a free burger.”

Fadel chuckles, stepping closer. Despite the lunch rush, he takes a quick pause, pulling Style into a soft, lingering kiss. Style hums contentedly, his hands resting on Fadel’s waist. Just as they pull apart, Kai, one of Fadel’s servers, walks in. He stops short, his cheeks turning pink.

“Oh, sorry, boss,” Kai says shyly, scratching the back of his neck. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. There’s, uh, a couple of disgruntled customers who want to see you.”

Fadel and Style exchange a look, both surprised. Fadel sighs, nodding. “Alright, I’ll be right there.” He turns to Style, his voice soft. “Stay here, okay?”

Style nods, but the moment Fadel leaves the kitchen, he’s already plotting. He waits a few seconds before following, curious to see what’s going on.

In the dining area, Fadel is standing at a table where three men are seated. They’re loud and clearly unhappy, their voices carrying across the room. Style recognizes them instantly—they’re regulars at his mechanic shop and he occasionally drinks from the same local bar as them. One of them slams his hand on the table, complaining, “The service here is terrible! Warm beer and a rude server? You think that’s acceptable?”

Another one of the three jumps in to elaborate. “Your server gave us warm beer. We politely asked him to give us free beer for our pains and he rudely said no.”

Fadel remains calm, his tone polite but firm. “I apologize for the inconvenience, but we don’t have a policy of giving free beer for complaints. I’d be happy to replace your drinks, though.”

The first man scoffs, leaning back in his chair. “That’s not good enough. You need to do better to make this right.”

The third guy chimes in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And while you’re at it, maybe fix your salty burgers too. I was gonna let it slide, but now I’m making it an issue. Your recipe is too high on the sodium and some of the spices are rather jarring to the taste buds.”

Fadel can’t be certain whether his server really served these guys warm beer but he’s most definitely sure that his servers are never rude and that these guys are just bitching about everything to try and get free drinks.

The scene is drawing attention from other customers, and the atmosphere grows tense. Without thinking, Style steps forward, coming to stand beside Fadel. “Alright, you’ve made your point, guys” he says, his voice calm but firm. “Perhaps it’s best you leave so that we all avoid disturbing the other customers.” Style wasn’t going to get involved but these assholes insulted Fadel’s recipe and made it Style’s business.

The men look at Style, their expressions a mix of surprise and annoyance. “Who the hell are you to kick us out?” one of them demands.

Style smirks, crossing his arms. “I’m the owner’s boyfriend. And I’m asking you to leave.”

They turn to Fadel, their faces very scorned. “You’re really gonna let your boyfriend treat your customers like this?”

Fadel’s expression doesn’t waver. “I think it’s best if you leave,” he says calmly.

The men grumble as they stand, tossing a few harsh words at Fadel before storming out, promising to tell others about the poor service they got at Heart Burger.

The dining area falls silent, the other customers staring at Fadel and Style. Fadel clears his throat, offering a polite smile. “I apologize for the disruption, everyone. Please enjoy your meals.”

Style steps in, his easy charm taking over. “Don’t mind those guys,” he says, addressing the room with a grin. “They’re not bad people. They just don’t understand yet that in this economic crunch it’s cheaper to sever one’s own foot and give it away than to part ways with beer for free. Right, Fadel?”

A few customers chuckle, and the tension eases. Fadel shoots Style a grateful look before gently guiding him back to the kitchen. Once they’re alone, Fadel turns to Style, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation. “I thought I told you to stay here.”

Style shakes his head, stepping closer. “They were bullying my boyfriend. How could I not step in?” He gently cups Fadel’s face, his eyes playful. “Admit it, you thought it was sexy when I jumped in to defend your pride.”

Fadel can’t help but smile, his hands resting on Style’s waist.

Style leans in, kissing Fadel’s forehead, then his nose. “Don’t mind all that nonsense they said. You’re doing a great job.”

“Thanks,” Fadel says, his voice soft. “But they don’t bother me. I won’t let them in here again.”

Style nods, but his mind is already racing. “And?”

“And what?”

“That’s it?” he asks, his tone casual. “You won’t let them eat and drink from here again, that’s it?”

Fadel raises an eyebrow. “What else?”

Style blinks innocently. “Nothing.” But inside, he’s already plotting revenge. Those guys messed with the wrong man’s boyfriend.

That night, Style heads to the local bar where he knows the guys hang out. Luchily they are all here as usual. He spots them at a table, laughing, smoking and drinking like they own the place. Style sits in a shadowy corner, sipping a beer and keeping an eye on them. He waits patiently, biding his time.

When the men are sufficiently distracted, Style slips out to the parking lot. He finds their car easily—a beat-up sedan he’s worked on a few times at his shop. He knows it doesn’t have an alarm, which makes his job easier.

 With a few quick adjustments, he disables the engine, ensuring they won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. But as he’s about to leave, he decides to have a little more fun. He pulls out a pocketknife and slashes their tires, then scratches up the paint for good measure.

Just as he’s finishing, the knife slips, and he accidentally cuts his hand. “Ow!” he yelps, quickly muffling the sound. He examines the small wound, annoyed at himself for being careless. “Alright, that’s enough,” he mutters, deciding to call it a night.

When Style gets home, Fadel is waiting for him. They hug and kiss, but Fadel’s sharp eyes immediately catch the bandage on Style’s hand. “What happened?” he asks, his tone concerned.

Style hesitates, hating to lie to Fadel but knowing he has to. “Just a little accident at work,” he says, shrugging.

Fadel stares at him, his expression suspicious. Style is usually a chatterbox, but when he’s hiding something, he becomes unusually quiet. Fadel gently takes Style’s hand and leads him to the bathroom to clean and rebandage the wound. “Tell me what really happened,” Fadel says, his voice soft but probing.

Style gives a vague, nonsensical story about dropping a tool at the shop, but Fadel isn’t convinced. He lifts an eyebrow but doesn’t press further. Instead, he kisses Style’s forehead and goes to run him a bath, letting the matter drop for now.

The next day at work, Kai shows Fadel a story on a local news blog about a car that was vandalized outside a bar. It takes Fadel a moment to connect the dots, but when he does, he can’t help but smile. He’s not necessarily surprised that Style did something like that—his boyfriend is fiercely protective, after all. While he’s a little concerned about Style’s safety, he also feels a warm glow inside knowing how far Style will go to fight Fadel’s battles, even when it’s not necessary.

Fadel reaches for his phone and texts Style: I know what you did last night.

A few moments later, a reply comes through: Remember, it’s all in the name of love.

Fadel chuckles, shaking his head. Style might be a little reckless, but he’s also the most loyal and loving person Fadel has ever known. And for that, Fadel wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world.

-END-

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[dangermousie]

Honestly I think you're one of my favourite kdrama bloggers on here and I'm curious: what are the kdramas you consider to be perfect? Like top to bottom not a single flaw seen. What's the best of dramaland for you?

Awww thank you! I love this type of ask too!

Any list of mine is gonna be of course vvv subjective (I am not a romcom lover for example) and I can guarantee you that the moment I hit post, I am gonna lose my mind because I will remember I forgot something.

Also, no flaw by definition excludes some of my faves where there are a few minor flaws but the rest is so amazing it doesn't matter (The Legend First King's Four Gods comes to mind - the first ep ie prologue set 1k years before the main story - is a lil cheesy. But the rest is so good I don't even care and same for My Dearest where I'd perhaps remove the final amnesia bit but it's a perfect drama otherwise with the rest so good I don't even care. So perhaps they should be listed.)

But anyway here are are some dramas where I have not seen a single flaw, perfect dramas.

Mawang (also known as The Devil or Lucifer) - probably the best kdrama dealing with revenge ever made - the damage, the driving need, the destruction of self and yet destruction of self without it. To really explain anything about it would be spoilery so all I am going to say is it revolves around an icy lawyer with a secret, a hot headed cop chasing a string of murders, and a librarian who can read past events by touching objects or people. The way I cried. The way I stared in shock as it ended. The sheer perfection of it all - the acting, the relationships, the writing. I get emotional just thinking of it.

IRIS - yup, an action drama. I am not much of a fan of various sequels/spin-offs (involving different characters, you do not need to watch anything else if you watched IRIS or to watch IRIS to watch the others) but the original is amazing. Sure, it's an actioner. It's also an amazing character study of a person taken apart and trying to put himself together, of past tangling, of people passing or failing tests set by life. It's just - AAAAAAAAA also yet another drama I bawled for hours over.

Train - Yoon Si Yoon is a cop slipping between alternate universes in search of a killer seems like a procedural with a side of scifi but it's more of a meditation on love and loss and what drives us to keep living (or not.)

Someday - hands down the most obscure kdrama on this list, this is a tale of four people whose lives intersect - a mangaka seeking inspiration, a sort of private detective hiding unimaginable trauma under his sunny demeanor, a manipulative yet childlike psychologist and a business minded friend of the last one, the sanest of them all. When people discuss healing dramas, this is the one that comes to mind. My favorite is the detective's arc because it's one of those trauma sunshine things where he's coping, coping, coping and then...stops.

Empress Ki and 6 Flying Dragons - if you watch only two long sageuks, make it these ones. They are smart (esp 6FD), and they are such amazing complex character studies of people being hollowed out by power. The OTPs are amazing and what I love but the character study is even better. And both are epic in all senses of the world.

Speaking of sageuks, Slave Hunters (also known as Chuno) about a former nobleman who's a slave hunter now, an escape slave who used to be a general, and a slave woman masquerading as an aristocrat is my favorite sageuk of all time - a love story, a character story, and a story of the dispossessed, this is smart and grim and hopeful and just - if there was ever a perfect sageuk, this is it.

The Princess' Man and Flower of Evil - ie Moon Chae Won loves a feral mess and goes MINE! TPM is a smart emotional sageuk, one of the best out there and FoE is a study of love and trauma.

Something Happened in Bali, Padam Padam, A Love to Kill, Spring Waltz, Thank You, Snow Queen, That Winter the Wind Blows - old school melodramas (perhaps not TY so much, it's more complicated in genre) that push people to the limits to expose their deepest selves.

My Country the New Age, Hong Gil Dong, Rebel the Thief Who Stole the People, The Crowned Clown, Return of Iljimae - they focus on class in period setting (just as Chuno did) and make me care and think.

Worlds Within - seemingly about lives of studio workers, this is a rare drama where you feel you are peeking at real people.

Gloria and Family Honor - 50 ep drama where I'd remove nothing and that feels so intimate.

W Two Worlds, Extraordinary You, The Moon in the Day, Live Up to Your Name, Queen In Hyun's Man - high concepts that improbably work and make you think and feel.

Secret Garden, City Hunter, Healer, Sungkyunkwan Scandal, Faith, Tale of the Nine Tailed, I Hear Your Voice - just a wonderful good time.

Gaksital - take a bad guy, make him your protag, slowly redeem him and put him through hell.

Bad Guys - a bleak take on revenge and truth but also a damn good time at the same time somehow.

Beyond Evil and Cruel City - about cops but not really. About forgiveness, love and limits.

Come and Hug Me - brought me back to kdramas. A love story and trauma story and a bit of a thriller. It's everything.

Beauty Inside, Last Scandal, City Hall, My Girl, Delightful Girl Chunhyang and Hometown Cha Cha Cha - it is very rare for me to love romcoms. These few make the list. They also made me cry so make of it what you will.

Shut Up Flower Boy Band - the only time I liked a teen drama.

Capital Scandal and Chicago Typewriter - masterpieces dealing with the 1930s revolutionaries.

Que Sera Sera - if you love dysfunction and intense shipping, oh boy!

I am sure the moment I hit post, I will remember something else, but this will do for now.

ETA: aaaaaa Damo!!! My very first sageuk and what a way to start!!! Perfection.

ETA2: Arang and the Magistrate! OK Shin Min Ah is in an awful lot of these...

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Scream for me

Paring: Karaku x fem!reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Karaku has an idea for a Halloween special OF video with you. A knifeplay/roleplay idea♡

Content: Smut, sex work, Karaku and y/n are dating in a modern day au, cosplay, knife play, oral (reader giving), facial (Karaku cums on readers face)

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: So I had this idea for a while... pls hear me out!? Karaku as ghost face? C'mon 🤤

"So I went through your phone when you were in the shower," Karaku said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "And what did you find?" You joked while putting on the rest of your clothes and sat down at your nightstand beginning to do your nightly skin care. "Nothing much. My phone is charging, so I just needed to make a call. However, I didn't know you were into rule34 of ghostface," he chuckled.

You slowly stopped applying the skin care on your face, and your eyes shifted to look at Karaku through the mirror. "....and?" You said with embarrassment from the call out. " "and" it just got me thinking about something." Karaku got up and then put his hands on your shoulders. "C'mon, dont look so embarrassed. I already know what a dirty girl you are," He said, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

Although Karaku is right, you just couldn't help but slam your face into the palms of your hands as if you were hiding yourself in shame. "Okay, okay! I was looking at ghostface porn. Just say your idea,". You said, with your words being muffled. "Why don't I dress up as ghost face for our next video, mm?" Karaku asked, pulling your handw away from your face.

You were silent for a moment. His idea was good. It was too good and made you realize you should've been the one asking instead of him. The idea of your boyfriend cosplaying ghost face excited you so much, you couldn't help but smile. "Really!? You'd do that for me?" You giggled and looked behind to Karaku. "Of course. It'd be fun, but next time I want you cosplaying a maid," Karaku smirked at you.

"Okay!" You said and hugged him. You didn't even care what you had to wear in return for him, so long as he was cosplaying one of your favorite fictional killers, you'd do anything in return. A week had passed, and it's now the day before Halloween. Whenever you and Karaku wanted to upload a video, you'd make the video the day before posting and especially this one since it had a popular theme to it.

There were two camera's set up. You had the idea of having One camera on the stand, pointing towards you on the floor, tied up and on your knees and another attached to the bed headboard. The camera's were rolling, and you waited for Karaku to come into the room. You lift your head up to hear the doorknob turn and then see the door open. Karaku took a step in.

The first thing to see was his leather boot. Karaku only told you he ordered the mask online, so information about what eles he was wearing was a surprise. Karaku had on regular black jeans, wearing the ghost face mask and then having leather gloves. You almost gasped as you scanned his appearance and found him more attractive since he's shirtless, exposing his musclar build.

You looked up at Karaku with puppy dog eyes as he walked closer and eventually, standing right in front of you with his crotch in your face. In his hand, Karaku had another camera, pointing it to your face and cupping your cheek with his other hand. "Mhm.." You hummed softly as you rest your cheek in his hand. "You're not scared, right?" Karaku asked as his thumb robbed your cheek bone, then moved his hand to your throat, grabbing it just enough to stop some airway.

You tried to speak, but the mouth gag prevented you. Karaku chuckled and then let go of your throat, then grabbed a fist full of your hair. "You look so pretty like this. Just look how how hard you've made me already~" he said, pulling you closer to his crotch and making you see his cock printed out through his pants. "Wanna take this pretty thing off and suck it for me? Or will you scream if I do?" Karaku asked, using his finger to play with the little lock on the mouth gag behind your head.

You nod, pressing your cheek on his cock, poking out in his pants. Karaku unlocks the mouth gag and let's it fall to the ground. You gasped softly, "but... my hands," you said, wiggling your arms a bit and feeling the ropes tighten around your wrists. "Use those teeth~" Karaku said and then put his thumb in your mouth and rubbed it along your teeth. "Okay~" you mange to say with Karaku's tumb in your mouth before he took it out.

You bring your body closer to him and then bite down on the zipper of his pants and begin to pull the zipper down. This would've been easier if your hands weren't tied. You both agreed to having you tied up, but you could tell Karaku was getting more into it. So much he just had to be a little mean by making you do that. All the more exciting.

Karaku pulls his pants down, along with his boxers just enough to pull out his hard, curved downwards cock. "C'mon. Give the tip a kiss with those pretty lips" Karaku said, then, reaching to his back pocket, pulling out a medium-sized knife and holding it to your face "this tip too" he said, lightly tapping the tip of the knife on your bottom lip. The knife used for this roleplay is real. However, Karaku made sure to get a knife that can only do damage with pleasure, so a simple touch wouldn't Injure you.

You felt hesitant for a moment and decided to kiss Karaku's tip first and as you did his cock twitched. You grinned, giving it another kiss and looking up at the camera, then turning your lips towards the knife and putting it between your lips and puckering up, basically kissing the knife. "Good girl. Now get to sucking baby," he said, putting the knife back in his pocket and then letting his pants fall down to his ankles.

You stuck your tongue out and began to lick it from the tip, all the way up his shaft. You continued to keep licking while looking into the camera as you coated his cock in your saliva before opening your mouth and taking him in. Karaku hummed in satisfaction from feeling your warm wet mouth finally take in his erection and making sure to keep the camera in his hand face you so he could capture how your pretty lips look wrapped around his cock.

You start to bob your head, feeling his warm cock slide in and out. You stop for a moment to use your tounge and lick around his tip with his cock still in your mouth. You could already taste the pre cum "yeah... that's it~" Karaku moaned. You took your mouth off and had a big grin on your face, and watched the camera as you go down and begin to suck on his balls. Karaku groans, his breathing becoming more heavy as he tried to hold himself back from cumming when you sucked on the sesntive spot.

Karaku tried to hold out, but he couldn't. He grabbed your hair again and pulled you back to his cock and shoved it back in your mouth "breath through your nose" he said as he starts to thrust his hips in your face "I gotta fuck this pretty mouth. You really know how to make a man go crazy huh?" Karaku said as he starts to fuck your throat.

Your eyes shut as his cock thrusts fast in your mouth and doing your best to hold your jaw open. "Fuck... yeaahh.. haa. Make sure to look up at the camera. C'mon," Karaku let out a dry chuckle with a moaning following behind it."I'm so close.." Karaku said, holding back a whimper. Drool drips down the side of your mouth and down to your chin as you feel his tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to make gagging sounds.

Karaku continued until his hips down and then pulls you off his cock. He starts to jerk himself of quickly and like that, his cum shoots out on your face, even getting some cum on your tits. Karaku breathes heavy through the mask after his orgasm and continues to do so until he calms down. However, you could see Karaku was still hard. He put the camera down and then helped you up onto the bed.

Once you were on the bed, Karaku put your body down face down, ass up. There is a camera on the headboard on the bed, angled to capture your figure from behind as well as Karaku's body. You watched as Karaku went to his pants to get his knife and come back onto the bed. You tried to look behind to see what he's doing now, but you couldn't with your hands tied. However, you did feel the cold and pointy part of the knife dragging along your skin.

You whimper, with shaley breaths as Karaku continued, "Are you scared? You look so cute when you are," He said, dragging the tip of the knife on your ass and down to your thigh, then inner thigh. "Karaku~" your thighs twitched. "Oh? Sesntive here?" Karaku said, continuing to drag the knife along there. "Ah, look at that. Getting so wet for me already," Karaku lightly pressed the tip of the knife on the wet part of your panties.

"Stop teasing!" You whined, wiggling your hips. That only turned Karaku on more, making him slap the flat part of the knife on your ass and chuckling when you flinched "like that?" He asked and spanked your ass again with the knife "be nice" he slapped again "or I might just fuck your pussy with the handle" he said, turning the knife around and poking the handle on your hole through your panties.

"Like that?" Karaku asked as he kept rubbing the handle up and down your clit before eventually, just rubbing it on your clit. "Yeah~" you answer, shaking your hips side to side slow and even moving your hips up and down to create more friction on the handle. "Look at you. Getting off on a knife like the slut you are" He said and watched you plant your face in the sheets as you become a moaning mess.

"Looks like you like the knife better for you. I'll fuck you with that yeah?" He said, slipping your panties to the side "noo~ i want your cock~" You begged with a soft whimper " please? Please I want it so bad" you said as Karaku watched your pussy throb, basically clenching on nothing but air. Karaku pulled the knife away and turned it around to the sharp part. He slid the knife in your panties and pulled upwards hard enough to cause your panties to rip open.

Karaku cut the other side off and then threw your panties on the floor. He then leaned down, grabbed the ropes, binding your wrists together and cutting you free. Karaku licked his fingers, rubbing your wet hole for extra lubricant and then lined his cock with your pussy and pushed his tip in and then half of his shaft.

"Oh my god~ oh my god right there. Yes~" you moaned, already feeling his curved cock pock your g-spot and couldn't help but push your hips back trying to get all of it inside you. "Easy baby." Karaku's hands grabbed your hips as he shoved the rest inside, making you gasp.

"Yeah, right here?" Karaku asked as his hips snapped, thrusting hard as his skin claps against yours. "Yes!" You whimpered as his cock slides in and out, repeatedly hits your spot. "That's it. Take it like a good girl. Gonna fuck you dumb until your pussy throbs the next day still feeling me inside" Karaku moans as his thrusts became more rough, getting more turned on from your moans getting louder "Louder. I wanna hear you scream for me"

Your back arches more, to have Karaku's cock fuck you deeper with his harsh thrusts as your hand slips between your legs to rub at your clit. It felt so good you could feel your wetness drip down from being stuffed full of cock and biting the sheets from how good it felt. "You've been down there for too long," he grunts as his hand reaches down to your head, pulling you up by your hair.

"Smile for the camrea," Karaku said, making your face the camera. Your moans grew louder, you felt fucked out already but you still manged to smile for the camrea for "ghost face" as he fucks you stupid with your face still having cum on it from earlier and messy hair. "I'm gonna cum~ cum inside me~ cum inside me!~" you let out a high pitched moan and with a few more hard thrusts it turned into scream-ish moans.

"Cum for me" Karaku growls, grabbing your ass, digging his fingers in your skin as he pounds into you, filling you up with his cum. Your mouth hangs open as you squirt with your body twitching. After a few seconds Karaku pulled out of you and grabbed the camrea to point at your fucked out pussy, dripping of his cum.

He put the camera down and then took off his mask and took his hair out of the ponytail in front of the other camera. He kissed your cheek, and you turned around to rest your body on him as Karaku put his arm around you. "Happy Halloween~" he smirked at the camera.

"H-happy Halloween~!" You smiled and with rested eyes.

【𝓣𝓪𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽】:

@keikokashi @willowoldnest @euvwia @axesfordays @gh0stfac3-w1f3y   @hantengucloneswife @iimichie @green-tea-sp00n @bbkook @honeybubblebuttercup @desiray562

[hyukaslvr]

SCREAM, baby! // j. wooyoung

<masterlist!!

warnings♱ knife play, mean dom! wooyoung, unprotected sex, creampie, pussy n tit slapping, spanking, rough handling. degradation (slut/whore), dumbification, cock-drunk reader, crying during sex n dacryphilia, missionary, cumming inside, cussing.

w.c♱ aproxx 5k

a/n♱ this is a repost of my day ‘8 kinktober post on my first blog that i had accidentally deleted (haha). i will eventually repost all of my fics, that me and my girlfriend tried very hard to find screenshots of or finding people who reblogged them(thank you so much if so). so no, this isn’t someone copying. look at this to see proof that im the original hyukaslvr, thank you!!

you had your whole halloween night planned, set in stone. you had your smart tv on ready to find scary movies to watch, popcorn and drink in hand, and on the couch instead of going out while there's a mask killer going around.

you got all settled down, remote in hand getting ready to scroll through multiple horror sections before finding the perfect thriller to play. a buzzing coming from your thigh makes you sigh, you know it was gonna be another one of your friends trying to convince you to go out tonight. your best friend was calling.

"wooyoung? what's up?" you say, picking at your salted popcorn before popping a good one in your mouth.

"hello, y/n." a different voice comes from the phone, you proceeded to choke on your previous piece of popcorn.

"who is this??" you resolved your choking by tapping your chest, now concerned who was on the line with you if it wasn't wooyoung.

"i have a better question," the man pauses, leaving you more worried than before. "what's your favorite scary movie?"

you didn't hear the following footsteps before screaming as the man covers your mouth with his gloved hand, knife pressing your throat.

"hi princess."

you found out about a week ago that wooyoung was the one going around, killing people coldly with his hands and knife. you found his bloody suit in his bag at a party you were at last weekend, right after another killing was done in the same house of the party. it was fresh, and stained your hands when you gripped the black cloak between your fingers. you hadn't talked to him since, you had to right to. you were scared, he was killing off your guys friends. you had the right to be scared, especially since you don't know his intentions towards you.

you slowly reached for the gloved hand that was holding your mouth closed, pushing your fingers through his before slowly pulling his hand to your chest. you looking straight ahead, scared to do anything else. it was wooyoung, how could he possibly hurt you?

"wooyoung, please put the knife down."

"and if i don't?" you tense up as he presses slightly harder against your skin. he rests his head on your shoulder, and you know who's looking right at you through the plastic mask.

"i don't know why you're doing this, but we can work things out."he laughs, standing completely up and forcing your chin upwards to look at him. "work things out? how could we possibly when i've gone too far?"

you pause, staring right up at the boy as he tilts his head to the side.

you were always scared to be too close to wooyoung, knowing what your heart would do to your feelings towards him. yeah, you liked him. you just didn't want to accept it. he was your best friend, you didn't want to ruin what you had. you've always found him attractive, but more recently you can't seem to be able to be around him with out heating up. so what did you do? you distanced yourself from him, from your whole friend group. he would constantly ask you what he did or what is wrong but you always just told him and the others that you were too tired to meet up.

you just had a even better excuse to ignore him by what you found about a week ago, and you staring at him makes you realize you definitely knew why he was here. it was definitely because of that.

"if it's because i ignored you, it was nothing you'd done." you flinch when he goes up your face with the sharp blade, tickling your flushed skin.

"is that so? then what was the reason to ignoring me, baby?" you shudder, him calling you names isn’t helping the fact that your heat was already sticking to your panties with just his hand on your chin and the angle you were staring at him.

"will you sit? I'll explain everything if you just, remove the knife pressing on me." you slowly let out, feeling the knife that was pressing down on you slowly leaving your neck. you closed your eyes as you hear hustling around you. your eyes opened wide when you feel your legs being forced open. you go to speak but stop when you feel the sharp tip against your stomach.

you gasp as you watch and feel the gloved hand reach for your shorts and yanks them down to your ankles. your cheeks burn when you look at the man sitting between your legs.

"let me taste you as you explain, wanna make my baby feel good" wooyoung speaks again, pushing your panties to the side to look at your pretty pussy. the feeling of his eyes watching you clench on nothing makes you want him so badly. he was testing your limits so much right now, you just wanted to rip that ugly mask off his sexy tan face and watch him eat you slowly.

"let me see you, please wooyoung," you whisper, he grabs your hand and tugs it for you to take it off yourself. your breath gets caught when you slowly raise the mask over his head. he's always so pretty. he doesn't give you much time to drool over him, leaving opened mouth kisses against the warmth of your inner thighs. you just knew you were drenched.

"wooyoung-" you gasp as you feel a gloved hand sliding up and down against your folds. your breath gets caught in your throat when he removes the knife from your stomach to hold you face down towards him.

"watch me."

he gives you swollen bud a peck before sliding his tongue up and down. your body arches off the bed, wooyoung loudly moaning between your thighs. his gloved hands reaching to grip any flesh he can grip on to, being your hips or your breasts. all he can hear are your pants of pleasure spurring him on. His tongue buried in your pussy while his nose nudges at your clit causing you to buck your hips towards his face.

you were almost riding his face at this point and that was how he wanted it. when you let out a loud moan of his name, your hand tugging harshly at his hair as he practically growls against your soft velvet like folds before looking up at you. his pupils blown out from lust like a man drunk because he was. you watch him struggle against your hand before you push his head towards your mouth, and he gladly pushes his lips harshly on yours, kissing you rough and practically eating your mouth.

he pulls away from your now puffy red lips, "fucking ignoring me, but now you're so needy for me?" wooyoung growls, hands reaching your boobs for his thumbs to pinch your nipples meanly. you whimpered softly. "oh, don't try to act pathetic now."

wooyoung moved his freehand down back to your cunt as he shoved two 01 his fingers into your hole, rough and fucking up into you. every single pump was joined by the wet noise of your cunt, your cunt leaking so much that you could feel your juices slide down your thighs and onto the couch.

wooyoung pinched your tit again, your responding whine loud. he punished your whine with a sharp slap to the underside of your tit. "fucking desperate little whore. was fucking ignoring me, but is so wet underneath me, slut desperate for a cock. is that it, baby? you a fucking slut?"

you bit down on your lip, eyes watering at the edges from the roughness of his touch and the harshness of his words. you loved it.

"i'm a slut, wooyoung, 'm sorry-"

he began to thrust three of his fat fingers into your pussy, "you're not fucking sorry," he hissed. his dark eyes were narrowed, their usual bright spark gone.

"i'm sorry-"

"no you're fucking not," wooyoung shot back, voice scratchy.

wooyoung ripped his hand from your cunt. you let out a cry, trying to buck your hips back up to his hand. he laughed meanly, and then he was slapping your thigh. "eager little slut," he said. wooyoung was smiling. "just wanted something in your little cunt, yeah? you're just so goddamn desperate-"

"want you," you sobbed, trying to reach for him. wooyoung pushed you back onto the couch, his hand pressing down on your shoulder and keeping you still. you couldn't help but stare at him, whimpering at the lust in his glaring eyes.

wooyoung moved to grab your hips. you immediately opened your thighs wide, letting him press against you. he lifted your lower half, fingers digging into your thighs. "opening your legs like a little whore in heat," he said, tilting his head, smirking. "that it, baby? you my little whore in heat, desperate for my dick?"

wooyoung released his grip on one of your thighs to run his hand along your cunt. the slide had you groaning, lashes fluttering and hips trying to seek out more friction. instead wooyoung moved his hand to your stomach, there he spread your slick over your skin.

"look at how fucking wet you are," he laughed. "fucking whore. so goddamn wet from me and my knife."

he used his free hand to grab his dick. wooyoung slapped the tip of his cock on your folds, making your legs shake. he moved closer, the tip of his dick rubbing against your pussy lips. you moaned, and then you were moving your hips, seeking more friction, trying to get his cock to slip in to where you needed it most.

"don't know if i should give it to you," he taunted, tongue poking out. his eyes were on your cunt, watching as he dragged the tip of his cock through your cunt, soaking it in your juices.

"what was it, baby? didn't need me? didn't need my dick?"

"need it," you sobbed. and you did. you needed his dick in you, needed him to shove his cock inside of you and fuck you. it was all you wanted needed. you needed him, needed jung wooyoung. then you bursted into tears. you weren't sad, weren't crying from anything bad. you were just so desperate. you wanted wooyoung, you wanted him, you wanted, you wanted, you wanted.

wooyoung sighed, and then he was fucking his cock into you. a loud cry escaped your mouth, and you arched your back up into him. wooyoung kept pressing, pushing his cock further and further. it stung, especially as his cock was fatter than even three of his fingers. you wanted it. you wanted his cock, wanted his dick and any pain that might have come with it.

"take it," he urged, slapping your thigh. "take my cock, baby. gotta take it all. you were so desperate for it, yeah? wanted it so bad? wanted it so bad you were gonna cry like a little fucking slut. so now you gotta take it'

"want it," you gasped. you let your mouth hang wide open, brows furrowed in pleasure from the sting of his cock forcing your walls to squeeze him.

"fuck me," you begged, using your legs to try and force him to fuck back into you. "fuck me, woo, fuck me."

wooyoung laughed, and then he was pressing his mouth to yours. you gasped, hands scrambling along his shoulders. he didn't kiss you as much as he fucked your mouth. then he snapped his hips in your cunt sheathing his dick in one movement. you cried out, teeth nipping at his mouth on accident.

wooyoung pulled away, using one of his hands to wipe at his mouth.

"gonna fuck your stupid cunt so good."

he went to his knees, keeping his lower stomach pressed to your ass. he gripped your thighs and, using them as anchors, began to fuck you. his hips slapped against you harshly, the sharp hits of his fucking making the skin where his hips met your ass sting, though this was drowned out by the pure lust of his cock striking deep within you.

"take it," he growled, pushing your thighs to your chest, eyes dancing over your figure. "take my fat cock in your tight little cunt, fucking take it, take it all."

wooyoung fucked you urgently, desperately. he kept adjusting your thighs and ass, searching for that one gummy spot in your cunt that would bring you pleasure. then, with a hard fuck into your pussy, he found it.

you shouted out, hands shooting out and grabbing at him. one of your hands found his hair and gripped it tight.

he was grabbed your hand and forced it to the bed, keeping you from touching him. "i said to fucking take it," he snapped. "fucking take my cock. you decided to fucking ignore me, decided to go behind my back. now you gotta lay there and take it like a slut."

you sobbed, nodding. wooyoung moaned, hips stuttering for a moment.he managed to control himself and continued, cock slamming against your core in a harsh rhythm. "fucking pretty," wooyoung grunted. "so fucking pretty when you cry, fuck-"

"fuck," he hissed, his hands moving to your hips and gripping you. wooyoung fucked you with earnest, using his strength to bring your cunt back onto his dick again and again. "fuck --"you cried, mouth wide open from pleasure. he was reaching so deep inside of you, dick reaching so fucking deep inside that you swore you could feel it in your throat. he was filling your senses, from his dick to his hands to his voice, and you felt like you were drowning in wooyoung.

"good girl," he growled, shifting his position. "am i making you feel good? huh? your woo's dick making your little pussy feel good?"

you sobbed out, wooyoung's hand left your hip, and then he was grabbing your hair. he forced your face to look at him, a loud gasp tearing from your throat at his roughness. "fucking speak," he demanded, hand leaving your hair to slap at your hip. "told you to fucking talk, baby. think you're too good to talk while i'm fucking your pussy?"

"no," you said sobbed. "no-just- woo-”

"what? fucking you so good you can't speak?" he laughed in mean tone, slapping your hip again. "use your words like a good girl. be a good girl, baby."

finally you managed something. your words came out in a slop. "good," you moaned, "fucking me sooo good!"

"fuck yes i am," he laughed, pushing his body and chest against yours. the change in angle had you squealing, driving your hips forward and forcing his cock further. wooyoung let out a strangled groan, nails digging into your skin. "fuck-baby-"

with one more harsh thrust at your gummy spot, you saw stars. your legs started shaking uncontrollably, staring down at the space between your body's and watching his dick drive into your cunt. throwing your head back gave his access to leave harsh kisses on your warm neck. you felt like he was sucking the soul out of you, feeling him so deep inside.

"woo-wooyoung! 'm cumming-!" your legs couldn't stop shaking, he takes your words as a sign to go harder and deeper than he was going before.

"oh fuck-" your world spins. screaming as your whole body shakes in release of your orgasm. wooyoung panting as he struggles against your cunt squeezing him so tightly, he couldn't help but release there and then.

you didn't notice the loud sirens blaring, surrounding your house with red and blue lights. wooyoung lets out a string of cusses, wincing when he pulls out of your dripping hole.

"wooyoung- don't leave me!" you grip his arm, and he looks down at you. a small smile spreads across his face.

"you know you can't get rid of me that easily, im not going anywhere." he leans down, gives your temple a gentle kiss before standing up and reaching for his belongings.

"i love you-" you struggle to stand, failing as you fall flat on the couch again. he giggles, grabbing your shorts and sliding them on you gently.

"i love you too, baby." he says, putting his arms down on the couch, pushing his lips against yours. you wrap your arms around his neck, wanting nothing but him to stay. but you know he can't.

he pulls away, knocking on the door and hollers coming from outside is his signal to leave quickly, walking to the back window. he looks back at your distressed body, smiling to himself before opening the window. he doesn't look at you again as he speaks,

"you know i'll be back."

[hannahhook7744]

Pomegranate Fae Smoothie;

Requested by @dragoneyes618 and inspired by this post by @writing-prompt-s . Summary: Somehow, some way, a human managed to acquire both a pomegranate from the Underworld and fruit from the realm of the Fae, then made a smoothie out of them.  That human was Hannah Hook. Now the Fae and Hades are in a fierce argument regarding who the human belongs to. 

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There were less drastic ways to get a vacation, that was something fourteen year old Hannah Hook would readily admit, but none of them were as entertaining as this one. 

“I am a GOD!”

“—yes, yes. As you keep reminding us—” Maleficent sighed, sounding bored as she looked down at her hands, picking her nails dismissively. 

If Hades heard what she said, he didn’t show it. “I am a GOD! Which means I outrank you which means the human belongs to me!”

Hannah snorted, taking another sip of her forbidden smoothie from where she sat above the two on a small cliff. Knowing that that wasn’t about to go over well with ‘the queen of darkness’ as everyone in and out of the fae world insisted on calling Maleficent. 

“Excuse me? In what world do you dare think you outrank me?!”

“Gods outrank the fae! Everyone knows that!”

“Says you!”

“Says nature!”

“Since when do you care about nature?!”

There was a long pause. Something the pirate was thankful for because man could those two yell. 

“You got custody of Mal, so the pirate is mine. It’s only fair.”

“—and you got custody of our son, nice try you deadbeat—”

“Who are you calling a deadbeat, lizard?”

“Is that really the best insult you can come  up with? For shame, I thought you were more creative than that.”

Hannah took another sip of her smoothie, resting her head in her hand. They’d been at it for hours already and if the brunette didn’t know better, she would say they could probably go at it forever…. On second thought, they probably could and would if they were allowed to do so without interruption. 

“Oh, you’re one to talk about creativity. Maleficent Bertha, anyone?”

“I didn’t see you coming up with any suggestions, Mr. baby killer—oh wait, you failed.”

“Don’t throw stones in glass houses, Ms. I–cursed–a–baby–and–got–slayed–by–a neobaby!”

Neobaby?

The daughter of Hook was so adding that to her vocabulary.  

“At least I didn’t get yeeted into my own river by own nephew!”

“That’s not what happened!”

“Oh it’s not? Why don’t you refresh my memory of what really happened then?”

“...At least our daughter loves me—”

Hannah spat out her drank in surprise—the droplets almost certainly hitting the two humanoids. Not that they seemed to notice. 

Maleficent growled. “Oh you did NOT just go there!”

“Didn’t I?” Hades raised a brow and crossed his arms, looking far too pleased with himself. 

The brunette wished she could say she was surprised but having grown up around both of them, she would be lying if she said she was: those two were not above getting nasty with one another over the littlest things. 

“Why I oughttta—”

“HADES! MALEFICENT!” Hannah jumped as a familiar voice yelled from behind her, spinning around to see an exasperated looking Persephone wiping the dirt from her hands and sunhat as she came their way. Ah, that explained where she had been. Hannah had been wondering where the Queen of the Underworld was. 

The teen wasn’t the only one who jumped (and what a shame it was that she had had her back turned when they did because the looks on both Maleficent and Hades’ faces were priceless). 

“Arguing in front of your niece, really? What kind of example are you setting?” 

Hades and Maleficent started to protest immediately. 

“We could not possibly set a worst example for that urchin—”

“As if I could teach her anything worse—”

Hannah Hook did not end up going to the Underworld or the Fae realm that day. She did end up on the AskAuradonPrep show, though. And her friends and family (mainly Harry and their dad) thought it was funny.

So really, there were no regrets for her to have.

(Hades and Maleficent, on the other hand...)

[comingdownwithme]

Hello!! You, your (amazing) artwork and your headcannons have single-handedly gotten me back into the Creepypasta fandom, I cannot describe the reaction I had to seeing your artwork but everything you draw just feels so good to look at? I’m not explaining this very well, but your art style is so pleasing to my eyes, there’s just something about the shading, the lines and the way you capture emotions/expressions it’s just; chef’s kiss (I had a question I promise lol)

What made you draw Toby and Jeff as a ship/what are some past/future headcannons that you have for them? Or just in general if you want to use this as an excuse to ramble about them go for it, anything you say about them I will listen!

Secondly, what is your general headcannon for the rest of the Creepypasta’s? Also it might be because I’ve been out of the loop for a few years but I didn’t really realise there were ex-proxies now, if it’s something you’ve come up with for your story that is insanely cool to read about (anything involving the like, political(?) state of the proxies is fascinating to me).

This has gone on longer than I thought it would, many apologies! I hope you’re having a good day!

I'm?? So honored that my art and headcanons have influenced you?? Skjdjd IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART AND MY CONTENT, REALLY MEANS A LOT TO ME AND ADDS A FEW MORE YEARS TO MY LIFE SPAN LMAO

As for what got me to drawing Ticcijeff, honestly? It started out as simply drawing the two characters I liked when I was a kid back at the archaic era of 2015 Youtube interacting, then it kinda... it snowballed from there– 😭

They both make me happy individually, so I figured bringing them both together would give me twice the serotonin (which did tbh) alongside the parallels of them both being reborn through fire, and my growing interest in these two were only enabled further by the few good Ticcijeff fanfics on AO3 lmao

As for headcanons? I'm just gonna,,, link some posts abt my dynamics for them and their lore and background so far because if I wrote all my thoughts abt them here we'd be here all day. (though there's absolutely more to come)

About their Childhood friendship

Another post about their childhood friendship! (Featuring the two's dynamic, Jeff's intrusive thoughts, and some additional background info on Jeff)

About Jeff and Toby meeting years later

What happened following the previous post

As for general headcanons for the creepypastas? Their world is a little bit more fucked than our own. Strict rules are set by authorities, there's a tight curfew in place for the safety of people, and death and missing persons cases have become common enough in recent times that it's become a morbid part of normal life.

Unbeknownst to the lay person though, the killers and criminals roaming the night aren't the worst one could encounter. There are incomprehensible- even malevolent horrors that defy the rules of the universe, that cross the boundaries of logic and reason, and even the dead won't stay dead for long in this world. In a twisted universe plagued by death and unknown creatures, even the scum of humanity have to carve a place out for themselves and survive.

Soooo uh, yeah, that's a gist of it lmao, but I'm gonna dump some specific headcanons too for the creeps, especially for each characters like I did here for the girls and here for Jack and Ben eventually!

Also, as someone who's been out of the loop for years (I just joined the fandom officially this year, the only social media site I had back in 2015 was YouTube 😭) I HAD??? NO IDEA EX PROXIES WERE A THING WHICH IS HELLA INTERESTING

I'm definitely gonna write down and flesh out the proxies and their relationship with the Slenderman, but thaaatssss for another time 👉👉

[blackstargazer]

Prompt: Red Rose | @moonkillermicrofic | WC: 984

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“You’re off the case,” Frank declared, cringing in preparation for the uproar that was sure to come.

But Remus was calm. He understood the rules. It had become personal. He was too close to the case, caught in the middle of a tangled web. Still—he wasn’t going to give it up entirely without a fight or at least a bargain.

“Potter, you’ll be working with Moody from now on. He’s seasoned and is without a doubt the best detective to replace Lupin.” Frank continued, “Lupin, I want you to debrief—”

“I think that’s a mistake,” Remus interjected, earning a groan from Frank and silence from the rest of the room.

“It’s what’s best.” Frank urged sincerely.

A gruff man from the corner harrumphed, eyeing Remus with scrutiny before speaking his mind, “Why is it a mistake, boy?”

“Alastor you can’t be—”

Moody shot the captain with a fierce look, “If it’s just wounded pride that’s one thing, but Remus knows his killer better than I. And I want to know why.”

Remus never thought he’d be grateful for Alastor Moody, but here he was, “The butcher is attached to me. Clearly. Sees me as his play thing. His pet. I worry that if I’m taken off the case completely, he’ll either change his methods making it harder for him to catch. Or he’ll act out—retaliate—killing more people faster.”

Frank and Moody shared a look, seeming to silently converse with one another, and Remus continued, “I’m not saying we don’t need more hands. I’m not even saying I wouldn’t agree to stepping down as lead. I just think it’s a bad idea to take me off all together.”

Frank sighed, yielding to Moody for approval which the older man granted with a quick nod.

“Alright, the three of you are on the case. Moody is in charge and you will heed to his direction, Lupin.” Frank commanded, opening the floor to the veteran inspector.

“First things first. You need observation.”

“What?” Remus flinched.

“I’m assigning Rosier and McKinnon to you. You will not go anywhere without them. McKinnon has the night shifts, she’ll be outside your apartment which we’ll have to bug—”

“What?!”

“And Rosier will follow you during the day.” Moody finished.

“Why can’t he just stay with me?” James offered.

A chorus of negatives came from Frank, Moody and Remus.

“James, I appreciate the offer but—but I'm not going to put you and Sirius in danger like that.” Remus said, pleading for James to understand.

“It’s safer than you being alone.” James countered.

“But less opportune for us to set a trap.” Moody declared.

“What kind of trap?” Remus asked.

“The butcher says he doesn’t share.” Moody reminded, “So, you’re going to flaunt someone in his face until he makes an appearance and Evans is going to tail your psuedo-lover.” Moody declared.

“My—what?” Remus balked.

“Talk about dangerous.” James muttered.

“Moody, he’s clearly doing his homework about me. He’s gonna know it’s a setup if we pretend some other copper is my lover.” Remus pointed out.

“Who said anything about a copper?” Moody grinned, starring through the window toward Remus’ desk.

Remus turned around to see a familiar mop of blonde hair attached to a devil-may-care man standing around his workspace, hands in pockets as he studied the room.

Barty. Fuck.

“Absolutely not.” Remus declined.

“You don’t have to actually fuck him, Lupin,” Moody said, “Just romance him in public a bit.”

“And you don’t think the butcher won’t find it the least bit suspicious I’ve suddenly found a new beau?” Remus asked.

“Hardly,” James—traitor that he was—spoke up, “You two have been flirting around each other for months.”

“I—what?” Remus asked, eyes growing large at the accusation, “We’ve not been flirting.”

“Oh, please.” James mocked batting his eyelashes, “‘Darling, can I have a little clue for my story?’ ‘Of course, love, whatever you need.’ Honestly the pair of you are sickening.”

Though James’ words were teasing, Remus couldn’t help but relent that their relationship, from the outsiders perspective, could be construed as a flirtatious one. A give and take. A head for head.

Remus sighed, cringing as he acceded, “Fine. But I’m telling him.”

“No.” Moody warned.

“He has a right to know—to back out. It’s his life he’ll be putting at risk.” Remus growled.

Black beady eyes threatened to swallow Remus up but he stood firm, ignoring the whispers behind him from Rosier, McKinnon and Evans.

“Fine,” Moody relented, “But if he accepts, whatever stories he’s working on stop. Whatever information you’re feeding him stops.”

It was Rosier who spoke up on the reporters behalf this time, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, either.”

“Why?” Frank and Moody asked in tandem.

Rosier cleared his throat as he continued, “Barty is the one who gave him his name.”

The room remained in silent puzzlement until Rosier continued, “He obviously reads Barty’s column if he’s using the moniker. To have Barty stop writing about him all of the sudden would arouse suspicion.”

“Conflict of interest.” Moody countered.

“Pillow talk.” Rosier shot back.

Moody considered and relented with a gruff nod, “Alright, Lupin. If there are no other objections, go get your man.”

“He’s not my man,” Remus muttered.

“Oh he so is,” James teased.

Remus huffed as he walked toward his desk, slightly annoyed that the man in question was sitting at his desk scribbling with his pen and paper.

Upon his approach, Barty lifted his head and a wide smile surrounded by freckled cheeks melted the icy blast within the inspector.

“Remus,” Barty tested, handing the inspector the parchment.

Carefully, Remus took it in hand, inspecting the bold, red rose carefully drawn against the white background.

“Cute.” Remus deadpanned, tucking it in his pocket as he stole James’ chair, straddling it and looking Barty square in those mirthful grass green eyes that made him itch, “I have a proposition for you.”