#i love when people draw loop mad they look so funny

[sugarfortia]

Out on a secret quest (antique shopping)

[iknowicanbutwhy]

by the time one of these sifs FINALLY manages to break the loops these guys are gonna be so exhausted they won't even have the energy to be mad. maybe they'll just form a suicide pact and kill themselves together instead of beating sif up about it idk

Au contraire they start a fighting arena amongst themselves except all of them have been sitting around for so long they're all really bad at it. And when they realize this - having hung around each other for so long they've formed SOME kind of connection - they all collectively decide to chase Sif around Dormont and then it's a game of Manhunt.

...Okay but if i were to take this seriously, it was already really sad to see just one Loop disappear, but a whole lot of them? Suddenly this silly gaggle (nebula? constellation? murder) of stars that kept you company because they wouldn't shut up sometimes and were all too quiet other times disappears entirely? Leaving you all alone to brave the new future?

I love Loop so much because they didn't just feel like another, worse Siffrin. They felt like their own person, worthy of their own happy..ish ever after! It was so, so sad seeing them disappear. The thing about this silly AU is that all the Loops end up feeling like one singular entity in different bodies. And they'll probably stay like that, from the point of view I'm drawing. Because it's a funny AU and I'm drawing it for the funnies.

But to each other, they... Well? They actually feel the same way. Like copies. Like failed copies. Like the same person. Like it's easy to mistake each other and difficult to differentiate each other, even from themselves. Makes it easier to be mean to each other. I'm telling you, even the original Loop isn't entirely sure anymore if they're the original, and it hurts them the most. Pretending to be different people is a massive relief to all of them, because now they feel like individuals (even if they still feel like worse versions of another person). Little Loop is lucky to have always had a physically distinguishing figure, it really changes their perspective and everyone else's perspective on them.

So it's really easy to think they'd just kill each other, these other failed copies, or have gotten so used to the feeling of being "the failed ones" that they simply give up, but you know what I think? I think that, once you take an outside look at yourself and start treating yourself as a fellow human, you can be surprisingly empathetic. Towards yourself, I know! And they have the chance to start doing that.

When I write a story, it's like I'm letting little pieces of myself interact in ways that I can remain both distant from and very connected to. I feel like, when the Loops start playing these characters (these people, but they're ignoring that) they love, being silly and disconnecting from their own grief for a bit, they can have fun together. Like writing a story and smiling to yourself. Like laughing at your own thoughts.

I think maybe they'd get to have a talk, eventually. About how they want this story to end. About how they hope it's not already the end for them, that the worlds or timelines or whatever they came from aren't dead and gone.

Maybe... maybe they'd be really scared. But they wouldn't be "Loop who failed and Siffrin who succeeded," divided firmly by that line. Isolated by that line. I don't know what they would be? But it might feel less. lonely. to know that this Siffrin could just as easily been one of them. And was, many times. The physical evidence is right there, fading away one by one. And for the ones that remain for now, wouldn't you hope they're going home?

[lightns881]

DTeam Tumblr Demographics Survey Results (Part 1):

The Gifted Child Syndrome is Real with this One...

*Rubs hands together in preparation for some juicy data and in-depth analysis of the typical member of the DTeam Tumblr community*

Ooooooooh boy! Here we go!

I want to start of by thanking you guys for over 400 responses to the demographics survey! Y’all have no idea how much I appreciate it! We have so much to cover, so I’m going to divide up different sections of the survey into several posts to make it more digestable and do justice to each topic explored in the form! We’re going to start of with, you guessed it, personality types!

Strap yourself in because we’re about to thoroughly dissect your sub-conscious innerworkings and find out how the typical DTeam Tumblr Fan thinks! (And judging by the majority personality types, you guys will probably enjoy it)

The Delicious Data

From the 449 responses we received, this is a pie chart displaying the personality types of all respondents.

Image Description: INFP (40.5%), INTP (15.1%), INFJ (8.9%), INTJ (8.9%), ISFP (6.9%), ENFP (4.2%), ISTP (4.0%), ENTP (3.8%), ESFP (1.6%), ISFJ (1.6%), ENTJ (1.3%), ENFJ (1.3%), ISTJ (1.1%), ESTP (0.4%), ESFJ (0.2%), ESTJ (0%)

In comparison, this is a pie chart displaying the personality type percentages of the population as a whole according to the MBTI website.

Image Description: ISTP (14%), ESFJ (12%), ISTJ (12%), ISFP (9%), ESTJ (9%), ESFP (8%) ENFP (8%), ISTP (5%), INFP (4%), ESTP (4%), INTP (3%), ENTP (3%), ENFJ (2%), INTJ (2%), ENTJ (2%), INFJ (1%)

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m sensing a tiny difference here... Oh, right!

INxx’s on the Loose!

It’s funny. When I first found one of the 18+ DTeam fan servers through Tumblr, I asked everyone what their personality type was. I was pleasantly surprised when a lot of them told me they were INFPs like me!

It actually reminded me of MatPat’s (Game Theory) survey for one of his Life Is Strange theories that found the majority personality there was also INFP...

Funny enough, can you guess what the second leading personality on that survey was? The third? The fourth?

You probably guessed it right. MatPat found that out of the fans who responded, the leading majority was INFP while INTPs came in second, INFJs came in third, and INTJs came in fourth. The exact order for the personality types in DTeam Tumblr.

But why is it that some of the rarer personalities of the world are dominating DTeam Tumblr or Game Theory’s fanbase? What is it about these communities that attract the rare introverted Intuitive Perceivers (INxP) and Intuitive Judgers (INxJ) of the world like magnets?

The Gifted Kid Syndrome

To answer this question, first we have to examine our leading personalities. As we can see from the data, INFPs and INTPs make up 55.6% and INFJs and INTJs make up 17.8% of the total respondents. That’s nearly 3/4′s of the DTeam Tumblr population made up of INxx types!

Now, here’s me calling y’all out.

A lot of you probably relate to the quiet kid sitting at the back of the classroom who’s put into some type of TAG, gifted program, or some authority figure has probably called you smart and/or “gifted” at some point in your life. Academics probably came easy to you at one point, maybe they still do.

You’ve probably felt your chest swell up at the shower of compliments about your intelligence and at another... you’ve probably felt like people put you in a pedestal and overrate you so you’re stuck with this inherent fear of failure, and it causes you to completely shut down when the things that came easy to you at one point no longer do so. 

It’s gifted kid syndrome hitting you like a brick to the face. And if it hasn’t yet, oh you’re in for a surprise, honey.

And I’m sure many of you have come across funny, relatable posts like this:

And you want to know why most of you relate?

Image Description: INTP, INTJ, INFP, anf INFJ’s rate the highest in a giftedness per MBTI Type chart

No. You’re not hallucinating. It’s not even a joke at this point. It feels true because it probably is true.

(Granted, the study that captured similar results to this graph is long lost to the internet, but the best source I found with it was a reddit post I will be citing in the reblog.)

Now, my next point is where we find a split.

INFPs and INTPs and their Need to Question Everything (even if it’s about one sentence [insert creator here] said that one time during a 4-hour long stream)

The strongest connection I found between the two leading personalities of DTeam Tumblr is they share Extraverted Intuiting (Ne) as their auxiliary cognitive function.

I’ll use a quote that explains Ne better than I could ever explain it in my own words:

“Extraverted intuition or Ne is very much focused on patterns and making connections from information they gather... Ne dominant users enjoy being able to explore things in a much more open manner, not wanting to feel closed off to the possibilities around them... They are also highly imaginative people, who enjoy being able to come up with unique hobbies and experiences... They are not afraid of imagining things which seem almost impossible to others... [For INFPs,] Ne is what creates this detailed and incredible thoughts process which keeps them busy for long periods of time.”

And another:

“Auxiliary Ne manifests in people constantly questioning the world around them, but unlike ENxPs, they can be more pick and choose about this. But generally, they don’t take people, things and events at face value.“

Now, think about the community you’re in right now. Think about the post you’re reading at the moment.

DTeam Tumblr is full of over-analysis posts, whether about Dream and George’s secret love for each other or about the inherent problems with Dream’s shipbait and gay jokes or theories about what’s going to happen next in the dream SMP lore and the dramatic betrayals and creator’s descend into madness and more theories about sexuality and charts depicting creator’s personalities and what they’d be likely to do in different scenarios and... ooof, I’m out of breath here. You get my point.

DTeam Tumblr is literally a group of ex-gifted or gifted introverted people who love to read or write analysis, theory, and discussion posts about sweaty Minecraft Youtubers because they’re probably too overwhelmed by real life and find joy in obsessing over “dumb” things.

That’s it. That’s literally the post. I might as well end there.

But I won’t. 

Because obsessions is exactly what I want to focus on next.

The Inherent Nature of the INFP and their “Micro-Obsessions”

This is me having a one-to-one conversation with all my INFPs reading this.

Do you sometimes just set your mind on a goal--like, let’s say, writing a book--and you spend so much time obsessing over it to the point where you burn out and suddenly it never sees the light of day because you move onto your next goal or obsession because now you’re getting ready to launch your freelance website so you can start a business on [insert new hobby here]?

Or do you just suddenly find a fandom or a show or a channel you really enjoy and you spend the next few months doing nothing but engaging with it and reading fanfiction and drawing fan art or making dumb analysis posts on your main Tumblr account where suddenly you get an influx of followers from that community and now people are expecting you to just post about MCYT!?

Oh, sorry, I got a little carried away at the end there...

Anyhow, my point is, do you ever develop an obsession over something all the sudden only for it to just disappear when you find something new or just fall into the deep crevices of your mind only for it to maybe reemerge a few years later after you get a deep sense of nostalgia remembering it?

I call them micro-obsessions. And I recently found out, I’m not the only one who does this!

Here’s another quote for you: 

“According to Carl Jung’s theory of cognitive functions, when an INFP makes a decision, Ne comes in second to another process known as Introverted Feeling (Fi). Fi does not use logic to make a decision. It uses how we feel about the decision according to our values. In other words, it asks, “Which choice feels right for me?”

Ne, on the other hand, craves new ideas and experiences to explore, which causes INFPs to always be on the lookout for something novel.

Unfortunately, INFPs can get stuck in a loop, going back and forth between their Ne and Fi. They search to understand their values by constantly trying new things. They ask themselves, “Does this feel right?” then throw it over their shoulder as they move on to something else.”

So, you’re probably asking right about now, Light, how the heck does any of this have anything to do with the Dream Team and MCYT!?

Well, my friend, it has EVERYTHING to do with the Dream Team and MCYT and DTeam Tumblr as a whole.

Because INxx’s are predisposed to end up in places like this--fandoms on Tumblr, channels that speculate whether Mario is evil, watching dramatic Minecraft smp wars and elections as opposed to looking at the news that depicts Murphy’s Law as 2020′s new favorite epigram. 

The introvert in them causes them to prefer socializing in small communities online where they’re not forced to engage in conversations if they don’t want to or put into uncomfortable situations where they have to talk to that one friend of their friend who wants to make meaningless small chat.

Their Intuition causes them to wonder into places like Tumblr where they can engage in deep discussions about their newest obsessions, and they won’t be judged for writing a 500+ word post about why Dream’s shipbait tactics are a genius algorithm strat or simping over sweaty Minecraft boys.

DTeam Tumblr is a safe haven for INFPs and INTPs who might be placed in the “other” category or marked as weird for being interested in “childish” entertainment or being different from the general population overall, whether that’d be sexuality, point of view, age, gender, etc. A place where you can fully be yourself and not have to worry about disappointing people.

INFPs are predisposed for drowning themselves in their micro-obsessions to avoid all of the madness in the world--even if that means giggling like a little girl while reading memes about your favorite Minecraft YouTube creators.

That is a deep-dive into the mind of a typical DTeam Tumblr user. What do you think? Is it accurate at all? Is it completely off? Let me know in the comments!

And with that, I digress. I’m not sure whether I’ll be covering general demographics next week or diving into the topic of ships (could be a mix of both), but I will be posting about it eventually, so make sure to hit the follow if you got to the end of this post and enjoyed it or learned something new from it!

Friendly reminder that this survey and post is in no way supposed to be taken 100% seriously. These are just the ramblings of a math major INFP with too much time on her hands and way too big of an obsession for MCYT. My asks are always open for literally anything, whether if you want to ask me about this or any DNF related subject, my own opinions, or just criticize the whole of this post and tell me it’s complete trash! I’ll answer as long as it’s appropriate!

And, again, thank you everyone who filled out the survey. Without y’all, this post wouldn’t be possible. I really enjoyed writing it! Adios!

[beomglocks]

unlikely allies ; txt x reader

part: four.1 ,,,, next chapter / previous chapter

plot: when a zombie apocalypse breaks out in your town, you’re forced to team up with a group of boys from very different social standards in your school.

genre: fluff, angst, horror i guess?, not really that scary but alright, some funny moments

w/c: 2.1k

warnings: blood, gruesome scenes (kind of really detailed), cursing, everyone hates each other, definitely some major injuries, zombies duh, everyone kinda pining for mc

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"we are going to find more people y/n. we need to make up for beomgyu," taehyun spits. beomgyu walks up to him with anger taking over his features. "im still here you know! and i'd just hate for the kang taehyun to get bit because wouldn't that just be soooo fucking tragic! news flash, everyone's dead! you're not famous!"

"stop arguing!" you pull them apart but yeonjun shoves you away from them. "why? why should stop arguing?"

"we're all gonna die anyways," soobin says casually from his spot on the ground.

taehyun rolls eyes, walking straight into the library without any hesitation. "wait-" before you can warn him you all see something that makes you freeze.

you swear you remember that kid from somewhere. his fluffy hair is covering his eyes and instead of his baggy sweater covering his frame, it has ridden up to showcase his nonexistent abdomen. the zombies have absolutely ravaged the kid's body, leaving nothing but a lone carcass. there are still zombies lurking around his body, trying to feast on whatever part of him is left.

something beside the boy's body catches your eye and you realize who he is.

"ah shit," they mumble. you snap out of glaring at yeonjun to see a boy on the floor with books scattered around him. "shit im sorry! i should've been looking at where i was going," you apologize kneeling down to help the boy pick up his books.

"oh don't worry i shouldn't have taken up carrying so many books to the point where i couldn't see!" the boy's voice is so cheerful it makes you smile. you're glad he's not mad at you.

the boy is really cute too. his boyish features suit his face well and his hair is messy but looks like he stylized it that way. he's dressed comfortably in a huge sweater and baggy jeans with a molang keychain attached to one of the belt loops.

"where are you even going with all these books?" you ask. "i offered to take these back to the library for my english teacher, in hindsight i really should've just taken two or three not the whole stack." he chuckles sheepishly. he gets back up, picking up as many as he can.

you cover your mouth, trying not to let out an audible sob. even though you didn't know the freshman too well, this boy had left an impression on you with his cheeriness. that and the fact that this is the second time you've seen someone get eaten alive.

"hueningkai?" taehyun whispers. he takes several steps forward as if he's in a trance. "taehyun wait-"

"kai??" he raises his voice more but it cracks. the zombies in close proximity of you all snap their heads up at the sound of taehyun's voice. "tae we need to get out of here right n-"

"y/n!" you hear soobin call. you turn around to see beomgyu convulsing on the floor wildly. "w-what happened?" soobin shakes his head frantically. "he might be turning." you want to cry at the sight of your friend curled up in pain. you can tell he's trying to hold back his screams as to not draw attention to the group and get you all killed.

it's too late though because the zombies that were eating kai alive are now running towards you all. "what do we do?" yeonjun cries. you don't know what to do at this point. there's absolutely no saving beomgyu, who is currently turning. you go to grab taehyun's arm to at least try to save one person from your party but the zombie at the front of the group has already pounced on him. "NO!" you yell.

even though the zombie has sunk it's teeth into taehyun's ankle, you still try to drag him away in hopes of saving him. he's kicking at its face with the tiny sliver of strength he has left after being thrown to the floor. "don't worry taehyun im not leaving you," you huff.

you don't think you've ever had this much determination for anything ever. all you know is that someone's life is on the line and if you just try hard enough they might survive.

you're suddenly pulled back by your shirt when the entire group of zombies get to taehyun's idle body. "wait!" you reach out to him but it's too late. they've already began gnawing away at him. taehyun puts up a good fight but it's no use. there are too many of them.

he lets out a string of pained screams and all you can do is close your eyes.

"we have to go! we have to go," yeonjun screams. he shakes you to get you to get up but you have already given up. not one but three of the people who you've met have died. it hurts to know that they were once alive, smiling brightly with hope and life shining in their eyes.

it's not even the fact that prior to a zombie apocalypse happening you most likely gave no shits about these people but the stakes and circumstances have changed. of course now you care because you hoped they would love to see another day.

yeonjun sucks his teeth and picks you up. it takes a bit of extra strength on his part and he knows it'll slow him down tremendously but he doesn't care. "it's gonna be ok!" he reassures. you get a better view of soobin and beomgyu when he lifts you up and it makes you want to look away.

beomgyu's arm now has discolored veins that scale all the way up to him face. his eyes are glazed over and now white colored. you can see trances of dyed tears on his face but he's too far gone. he's dead and he's a threat to you all now.

"soobin r-!" yeonjun slaps his hand over you mouth so that you don't attract the zombies on taehyun to start going after you both.

soobin tries to hold his own against the now undead beomgyu and you can't exactly tell what's going on. yeonjun leads you away from the library and you can only hear a scream from who you assume is soobin.

"where are we going we can't just leave soobin behind like that!" you try to stand and halt the both of you but yeonjun harshly pulls you along. "yes we can and we will!" he barks. "there isn't a chance in hell that we could've saved him. it's us or him!"

he shoves you into the electrical room of the school. the door was thankfully unhinged otherwise the door would've remained locked.

there's nothing but silence minus the rapid breathing coming from you both. you go through what just happened and start to burst into tears, haphazardly wiping at your face but failing when more tears come down. yeonjun sighs, letting himself fall on the floor.

he doesn't even have time to rest before he hears a pounding coming from outside the door. "y/n? y-yeonjun? l-let me in!" you look over to yeonjun who's already looking at you wide eyed. "soobin?" you mumble. you go to stand but yeonjun launches himself at you. "hell no! soobin go away!" he yells.

"please open the door! they're coming! please!" soobin pleads. you shake your head, "yeonjun we have to help him please!"

yeonjun contemplates for a little bit longer than you'd like but he suddenly stands up. he gets to the door however he doesn't open it all the way. "are you bit? there's no way you came out of that unbitten."

soobin looks around unsure of himself. he grips onto his arm tighter from what you can see and you silently hope and pray he's not bit. however yeonjun also notices his suspicious behavior. "you're not coming in," he says. he starts closing the door again but soobin shoves past him.

yeonjun runs after him and tackles him to the ground. you look back at the door and you can hear the zombies that were following soobin approaching. you make a run for it to shut the door but yeonjun yells at you. "we have to leave it open for when i throw this asshole out of here!"

"but-" you wince when yeonjun punches soobin square in the face. it doesn't seem to phase the other boy as he growls and turns the tables on yeonjun. soobin has always been a bit stronger than yeonjun so it's no surprise that especially at this moment he's overpowering the other boy.

you rack your brain trying to come up with a logical plan. though you aren't being given many options. it's either wait until yeonjun manages to throw soobin out meaning you risk the group of zombies reaching you all or you lock yourself in the electrical room with an already bitten soobin.

you bite your lip watching soobin throw as many punches as he can with an unusable arm and yeonjun blocking them as best as he can. however, soobin was steadily getting weak and you could tell as well as yeonjun. with one swift push, soobin falls back onto the ground and yeonjun punches him again for good measure. 

you can't see them well in the dimly lit electrical room however with the sliver of light pouring in from the door being open you can somewhat make out yeonjun's face. soobin sure did a number on him. his nose is dripping blood and his lips are bruised and swollen. his eye is also bruised and swollen and you're not sure if he can even see from it. god, he looks miserable.

he looks up at you and spits some blood out from his mouth. "lets get him out of here," he mumbles. you watch him get off soobin but he stumbles a bit. "yeonjun please hurry i think the zombies are coming," you tell him. he groans but says nothing in response.

yeonjun picks soobin up but once he has soobin's arm around his shoulder soobin starts shuddering. "you're gonna turn soon," yeonjun mumbles. soobin chuckles in between his shaking, "you care about me all of a sudden. i thought we were sworn enemies?"

yeonjun rolls his eyes, "whatever." if this were happening at any other time you might have smiled at them. you smile sadly when the two boys reach you at the door. you lean down to soobin's hunched over state and hold his face in your hands. "im sorry," you say. he shakes his head but says nothing to you. 

"t-the gun," he mumbles in pain. you can see the veins starting to crawl up his shoulder and onto his neck now. "if we shoot you then the zombies that were after you are sure to start running towards here," yeonjun frowns. "soobin i don't think any of us are willing to k-kill you," you say as a tear rolls down your face. 

his head snaps backwards violently then he slumps forward. "please," he manages to croak out.

you shut the door, closing your eyes. "y/n..." yeonjun says. "we can't let him die as one of those- those things!" you shout. yeonjun sighs, putting soobin down onto the floor. "think about this, you're about to kill another living being!" 

"WHAT OTHER OPTION IS THERE?" you lash out. yeonjun stands there shocked at your outburst and the expression on his face makes you cry even harder than before. "what other option is there?" you cry softly.

you both look over to soobin who's now started convulsing on the floor. unlike beomgyu, this time he doesn't hold in his blood curling screams of pain. there isn't much time left before he turns.

you tentatively take the gun from his person and hold it up to his head. his eyes open momentarily and you see the fear in them flash through. he closes them tightly once again to brace himself and a tear rolls down his face. "i-im s-sorry," you cry. even as you hold the gun to his head, you hesitate. killing someone wasn't as easy as you thought. yeonjun walks up but not before wiping a tear from his face. "cmon."

he helps you hold the gun steady but removes your finger from the trigger. "close your eyes ok?" he whispers close to your ear. you sniffle, watching soobin struggle to keep his humanity. he opens and closes his eyes and keeps flinching and convulsing in different ways. you can tell he’s really in pain and not just because of his screams.

“im sorry soobin,” you cry. “im sorry!” you close your eyes tightly, waiting for yeonjun to pull the trigger.

you hold your breath and you can feel yeonjuns on the back of your head. his is nowhere near steady and you can’t imagine how he’s feeling having to kill another human being. his breathing is shaky and unsteady.

he tightens his grip on the gun and you feel his breath stop completely.

“three,” he mutters.

you’re sobbing uncontrollably at this point, unable to say the next number so he does it for you. “two.”

“one.”

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[hoaxsen]

| happy [ late ] new years to one and all <3.

| here's some Levi angst.

| word count; 1,684

I'm coming home. 

" Promise me to stay alive? " 

" I always do, runt. You better promise me. "

" I promise. " 

Not all promises were made to be kept, either from the fact that they're broken almost instantly. Or they can't be kept at all, just empty words being said to fill the dead air created from the promise being said. 

Words that people take so seriously, as if they'd truly mean something. They're supposed to mean something, right? Supposed to mean the world to the people who created this. End it off with pinkies interlocking, like a kid friendly way of signing off a piece of your soul. 

A piece that you'll never get back. Discarded along with the broken seal, like as if finding a product in a store open. Needs to be thrown out.

I'm coming home. 

" This expedition might get us even further in taking back for humanity. " 

" Don't get your hopes up, just focus on coming back alive. . .please. " 

" I promised, didn't I? " 

You did, you promised Levi Ackerman an entire world in that one small and simple line. 

But that universe didn't hold up for long, it collapsed along with the small space of an open heart he had. This expedition was supposed to be clean and simple, Erwin said. It was supposed to run flawlessly, as he's promised time and time again. But failed to keep, this entire mission wasn't supposed to end this way. His new formation was supposed to have fewer casualties, little to no accidents should everyone follow pursuit. 

This time, that wasn't the case. The case that had opened and started it's cruel trial was the one happening here and now. 

The weight of it feeling like a star going supernova inside his heart. Though since that pressure was trapped inside so tightly, there was no way for it to be let out. The captain shut down, his mind going blank and his eyes looking vacant as he drunk in the news. 

Tell the world I'm coming home. 

" They. . .were caught in the hands of a titan, sir. " 

You weren't alive, not here to keep your end of the promise as he did with his. Not here to tell Levi that it was a mistake, they mistook you for someone else. That wasn't the ordeal, as much as he wished it was. All in his mind, playing on loop over and over was a silly little promise made before this. Of course it wouldn't have been kept, not in a world like this. A world where humanity is now at the bottom of the food chain, cornered like wounded animals. 

The captain of the Survey Corps dared not to let his heart leap out of his chest. The man dared not to shed a single tear in front of his comrades. This was the norm, he'd had to chant to himself like a prayer on a broken record over and over for the silver lining to not shine through. Hold it back all the way until he was behind closed doors, locked so tight that letting it all out wouldn't be a problem. So that his regiment could probably see, that even their captain was at this game long enough to realize not every little thing was going to last. 

A captain in front of everyone else, a human with emotions while being alone. That's how he wanted to treat this, tricking himself into thinking that's how he needed to treat this. 

Should he have looked on that cart, pulling the fallen soldiers back to the safety of the walls. Levi knew he would have let that dam overflow with the sounds of a heart aching lover. 

This expedition became the very reason why he loathed titans more. Becoming the very reason why, he started having doubts in his Commander. 

I know my kingdom awaits. 

The freshly dug hole waited for you alright back in Wall Rose. Somewhere maybe just outside the Krolva district, they called this place The Scouts Yard. 

How this one patch of land that could have been used for anything else, soon started becoming overtaken by the bodies of his fallen companions from their ongoing war. 

Now it houses your body. 

The weather of the day was a stark contrast of his mood, the sun was shining with a few small thin clouds in the sky. A pity really, he thought that whatever God was out there might knew how to read a room. Levi slowly got down onto his knees to read the words on the new tombstone. 

Here lies; Y/N L/N. 

The ravenette couldn't bring himself to read the rest, already biting down his tongue to distract himself from the stinging of tears in his eyes. Hands clenched into fists at his side, his nails threatening to dig into his skin and draw blood. The dirt that was gathering at the knees of his uniform was going unnoticed. 

' You promised me, idiot! How could you break it!? ' 

That broken promise lead you into a new world, a world of dirt under the earth. Was it like the hellhole he escaped from? Or was it better than the underground life? Except, there was no stairway fee. It was like your citizenship of this messed up surface world was revoked. Tarnished. Never to be used anymore. Torn away as if it were a fake and the MP's of that world came to collect you. 

The grey orbs of the Ackerman were starting to itch and pulse with the amount of restraint he was using to not let himself cry. Levi's breathing changed into one of a heavy, and broken up pattern. 

All he could think about was not here, not where people could see him at his weakest. Not at his lowest. 

A hand being placed on his shoulder brought him out of his trance. Looking up, he saw none other than the man he promised himself to follow. 

That's funny, huh? How he promised you he'd stay alive if you did, and how he promised himself to follow after your murderer. Every. Step. Of. The. Way. His life he placed in Erwin's hands, the same hands that weren't big enough to take your life into consideration. His own captain snapped at him, pushing his hand away harshly. Grey hues glaring ever so harshly at what seemed to be confused blue orbs. 

Levi stood up to his full height, giving Erwin the greatest stare down of his existence. The commander taking a step back to retaliate, as if he were the victim. 

" Levi- " 

" This. Is your fault. " 

Levi left Erwin with that, not catching how the commander suddenly got the hint, staring down at your grave. 

And they've forgiven my mistakes. 

Was it a mistake, to have broken a promise in this cruel and fucked up world? Was it really? You could catch Levi pacing the shared room with this thought in mind. 

His side of the room was a complete and total mess. Just like his office, papers everywhere, wooden chair pieces scattered over his floor. Yet, should any piece debris get over to your side, Levi is cleaning it like a mad man. Leaving everything the way you had it before, hoping to preserve what he could of your memory. 

Thinking it would bring a sense of calm to his nerves. All it brought uneasiness, abandonment, and a whole battalion of negative emotions that started attacking and swirling inside him. He almost questioned if this was how titans felt when their ends were coming to a near. A silly question, one used to try and distract himself. Not like it was helping in any shape or form, just made him feel worse. Useless even. 

' Did I even say ' I love you enough ' ? Did I show them that I cared? Did I do enough before their time came!? ' 

A sob left him, loud and clear as day. Almost turning into another moment of pure wails and tears. The man was pretty sure he showed enough emotion, even when he tried and didn't really know how. Tried his best not to be closed off and buried in his work twenty-four/seven. He felt like screaming and sobbing this time. Was he even enough for you before death? If he wasn't so tired and dehydrated from doing the said act maybe about twenty minutes prior, Levi would have let the entirety of Wall Rose know his pain. 

Eyes bloodshot from the onslaught attack of tears that kept pouring over from his once shining metallic eyes. How many cups of tea had he had? That somehow didn't end up as glass shards beneath his boots. For once, the mess didn't bother him, his promise to stay clean was broken. Just like almost everything else. One promise he made out of this shit, was to kill each and every titan. Then show Erwin that they're human, not just soldiers waiting to throw away their lives for bastard nobles. 

Those were promises he couldn't break. Along with not forgetting you, a bittersweet reminder on how everyone precious leaves his life one way or another. No amount of rain in the world could wash away that pain. 

Here now sat the Scouts' captain, sitting up against a heavy locked wooden door, holding what was your cloak from the expedition. Levi couldn't bring himself to clean it, the red of your blood, or maybe someone else's stained and clashed with the green. Making it a murky, dark, and odd color, Levi clutched it to his chest. His stray fallen tears turning the fabric a darker shade of its color. 

" I promise you, brat. . .I'll be coming back home alive. " 

Not all promises could be kept, just words to fill the dead silent air that was created. Reminders that it could always be broken in the least expected amount of time, in the most hurtful way. A stupid way to sign off a piece of your soul and hope for the better. 

Tell the world that I'm coming home. 

Levi Ackerman, was now no stranger to it. 

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

The Walk

The Pool | The Difference | The Notes | The Fear | The Thought | The Question |  Masterlist Pairing: Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader Rating: Explicit - 18+ only Warnings: None? Besides cursing. Notes: F l u f f y Also the way this one is styled is that each section flows into the other, so the line of (most) of the previous sections is the same as the beginning of the following. Summary: “I’m serious! I really didn’t think you two would last. And I mean that in the nicest way possible,” Nick insists, looping his arm around your shoulder as he steers you toward the bar you all go to after work.

“Ooh, how about yellow? It’s real popular now,” Isobel bumps her hip against yours as you steer Lissie’s carriage. You wrinkle your nose. “I don’t know… I want a color that can suit everyone. Jewel tones seem a little safer? Or maybe like a… A grey, like a slate grey,” You offer. “What’s Ben think?” Nadia asks. “He said he doesn’t care about the colors and to call him in when it’s time to pick the DJ and the cake,” You roll your eyes. “Sounds like Ben,” Isobel snickers.

“How many bridesmaids are you gonna have again?” Nadia asks as the three of you leave the park. “Mm, well, you, Megan, and Iz, obviously, and my cousin’s gonna fly in from home… And yeah, that’s it.” “Smaller’s the way to go,” Isobel shook her head. “That one had ten bridesmaids. Ten,” Nadia pointed to Isobel. “Yow,” You muttered, “That’s… That is a lot of people.” “Ten in yellow, imagine,” Nadia teased. “Can’t even picture myself in yellow.” “Have you started looking at dresses yet?”

--

“Funny, Isobel asked me the same thing a couple of days ago-- This one?” You glance back at Borracho for confirmation as you point at a box of cereal. He nods in confirmation and you pluck it off of the shelf. You set the box down in the cart he’s pushing before crossing it off of your list. “Well?” He asks. “Hm? Oh-- Why are you asking?” You raise a brow at him. He shrugs a shoulder. “Just wondering. You want me to be involved, right?” “Uh huh,” You smile, “And I’ve…Done some Googling, yeah.” “Seen anything you like?” “Maybe.”

Borracho looks down at you. “With you, that means yes,” He accuses, and you smile. He knows you too well. “Not a specific dress, just like… Style and stuff.” “I’m willing to bet you’ve got a folder full of research.” “I’m willing to bet that you just walked past three items on our list because you’re more focused on my dress. Back the cart up, mister.” Borracho chuckles and glances behind himself, backing up and stopping when you put your hand on the cart. “Ah, of course. How could I have walked past this?” He teases as you step around to grab your hot sauce. “I don’t know, but it worries me,” You retort, glancing back at him. You pause, freezing, before you turn wide eyes up at Borracho. He frowns. “What is it, sweetness?” “I just got a great idea for the wedding favors.” He looks at you, and then at the bottle of hot sauce in your hands. “No.” --

“I’m serious! I really didn’t think you two would last. And I mean that in the nicest way possible,” Nick insists, looping his arm around your shoulder as he steers you toward the bar you all go to after work. You roll your eyes. “You all had a pool going on how long we’d last, didn’t you.” Nick doesn’t answer that, so you follow it up with, “How much did you lose?” “... A bit.” You raise a brow. “And then a bit more.” You scoff, laughing. “God, you’re a shithead. All’a you are shitheads.” “I knew you’d last when he was in the hospital, though,” Nick adds, “When you asked if we’d killed the guy that had done it.” “You asked that?” You glance back at Borracho, who’s caught up with you two. You hadn’t even heard him coming. “... I was just wondering,” You admit, catching hold of his hand with yours, “And I was pissed.” “What would you have done if they hadn’t?” He asks, intertwining your fingers. “Let’s maybe not think about that, babe.” “Hey-- Hey hey hey,” Henderson squeezes in beside the three of you, and you’re now effectively blocking off the sidewalk, “You gonna be mad if we take your man to the strip club?” “Dude,” Connors hisses behind you. You roll your eyes. Tonight is Borracho’s bachelor party. “S’alright. It’s not like his sisters are taking me to church,” You point out. It’s also your bachelorette party. “He won’t be in the dog house?” Nick confirms, stunned. You shrug, “He knows who he’s coming home to and I trust him.” Borracho draws you out of Nick’s arm and under his own, pressing a kiss to your temple, murmuring, “You know I love you, right?” -- “I know, baby. I love you, too,” You murmur, wrapping your arms around his waist. You’re a little tipsy, you’re not afraid to admit it, but you’re in a damn good mood. The rehearsal went fine, the rehearsal dinner was great. You didn’t expect your families to get along so well, but the Magalons have welcomed your family with open arms, and your family has been equally warm. It’s been a little over a year since Borracho has proposed. You’re getting married tomorrow. Tomorrow. It feels too good to be real. The two of you are taking your time walking to the parking lot. You’ve decided to spend the night before the wedding apart - Borracho at your apartment, and you at the wedding suite at the hotel. “You excited for tomorrow?” You glance up at him. He grins down at you. “Excited for you to be my wife, sweetness,” He murmurs. You place your hand on his chest to stop him moving and lean up for a kiss. He draws you in, brushing his lips warmly over yours before he dips his tongue into your mouth. You lean against him, sighing as his grip tightens on you. “C’mon, girly! You can kiss him all you want tomorrow!” Nadia calls from where she’s waiting for you deeper in the parking lot. You chuckle, unable to help it. Borracho leans away, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he murmurs. “Yes you will,” You agree, “A whole lot.” Borracho laughs, leaning in and pecking your lips again. -- You’re walking down the aisle alone. A few moments ago, you had a death grip on the bouquet, but now you can see Borracho, and your shoulders have relaxed, your grip has loosened. You didn’t have cold feet, you had jitters, knowing everyone would be staring at you. That doesn’t matter now. Because sure, there are people staring, but they’re your family and friends, and they’re all there to support you and Borracho. And he’s watching you, grinning, and lifting a hand to swipe away a tear. If it were any other day, you’d put money down on the guys giving him shit for that later. It’s not any other day, though. -- You each walked down the aisle alone; you walk back up the aisle together.

[bisexualcrowley]

SFW  alphabet - Gabriel (Supernatural)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Gabe’s a sweetheart, never ashamed to show you how much he cares for you, even with the Winchesters and their disapproving looks are around. He shows affection through a mix of hugs, little gifts and little nicknames he gives you, but the main one is the hugs, PDA clearly not an issue in his mind. Whenever he’s around, there were hugs, arms wrapped around you from behind with his head resting on your shoulder while you’re doing research for Dean, waiting in bed with open arms for you to collapse into after a long day, and throwing himself at you and never wanting to let go after a long hunt, really anything where he can be holding you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Gabriel doesn’t have many close friends, finding the actions of a trickster tend to drive people away more often than drawing them closer, but the friends he does have he holds dear to heart, struggling to express his affection for them but feeling it very strongly.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Gabe LIVES for cuddles, he wants to be snuggled up to his s/o whenever possible. He can have a tough exterior when he needs to, but when he’s alone with the one he loves all he wants to do is wrap his arms around you and cuddle, wings tucking themselves around you. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

In the back of his mind Gabe knows he wants to settle down with the one he loves, but he also knows that with his being an archangel and your line of work it would put the two of you in danger, so he happily settles with a non-domestic relationship

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be holding back tears as he spoke, knowing it would be best to end things in person instead of hiding behind a phone screen. He doesn’t want to break up, desperately longing to stay with you but knowing you would be safer without such an intimate connection with an archangel, and all he wants to do is protect you. He loves you, so he had to let you go, holding himself together until you had gone, only then would he break down in tears.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Gabriel didn’t see the point in such things before meeting you, not understanding why anyone would choose commitment over hook ups, but once you came into his life all that changed. He knew long before you started dating that if he had the choice between committing to you and a lifetime of one night stands, he would choose you without hesitation, and once the two of you were dating, he was sure you were the one he would want to marry. He knew of course that marrying you would be difficult and out you at more risk than he was willing to allow, so he settled happily with dating.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)\

Gabe’s the most gentle being on the planet when he’s around you, giving you nothing but love and affection, but when something happens to you, even something as little as Dean lashing out at you in frustration over a hunt, he goes dark fast. When Gabriel's protecting you, he’s mad, and when he’s mad, he’s goddamn intimidating. He doesn’t get physical unless absolutely necessary, instead favoring to shout at whoever hurt you until he feels that he got his point across. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Like cuddles, Gabriel goes batshit for hugs. He always wants his arms to be wrapped around you, his wings sometimes coming to curl around you to join in the moment, his heart swelling every time you smile against his shoulder or lean into the embrace, and loving it the most when you’re the one to throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug and pressing your lips to his own.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He didn’t think much of it the first time he said he loved you, having known his love for you from the day you met and wanting to express it in as many ways as he can. Gabe was planning on telling you after a romantic night out, hoping that it would be the perfect end to the perfect night, but instead it slipped out one evening after a hunt. The two of you were snuggled up to each other on a creaky old motel bed, cracking jokes about the x files rerun playing on tv at the time. You had said something particularly funny, and Gabe had thrown his head back in laughter, arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling your body to his side with a chuckle of “lordy i love you, sugar”. You had pulled back in surprise, and Gabriel realized what he said, anxiety flooding his chest in the moment of silence, that luckily was broken as a huge smile crossed your face and you launched yourself upwards to meet his lips in a kiss, interrupted only by a mumble of  “I love you too” 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He avoids acting like the typical jealous boyfriend who doesn’t let his partner spend time around other guys, instead being happy for your relationships with your friends and understanding that you occasionally had to flirt your way out of a bad situation, but he can’t help feeling more than a little jealous when he sees people come up and blatantly hit on you at the bar, always stepping in at the slightest hint of discomfort on your face

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Gabriel loves to kiss you, with him, each hug came with a kiss, sometimes a soft peck on your cheek, sometimes little kisses along your neck, anything to make you giggle. His favorite was the slow, loving makeout sessions you had sometimes, the ones that didn’t lead to sex, but instead was a silent way of saying i love you, the type of kiss you could pour all your emotions into

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Gabe’s pretty impartial with kids, neither liking nor disliking their company, but doesn't like the idea of having or adopting them all that much, feeling very uncomfortable being entrusted to take care of a life so much smaller than his own.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Most mornings you’ll wake up with your limbs entangled with Gabriel’s, soft touches stroking your hair and wings cradling you against his body, but some rare mornings you’ll awaken to the smell of your favorite breakfast cooking, moments later feeling the bed sink next to you and opening your eyes to find the archangel settled down beside you with a tray of food and a warm smile on his face.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

When Gabriel has you to himself for the first time in a while, nights are usually kicked off with passionate lovemaking and ending with you passing out on top of him, thoroughly fucked out. In contrast, most nights with Gabe are spent watching TV or going over the details from a hunt together, the archangel having to pull you away from whatever activity you were invested in and remind you that you need sleep, pulling you into bed to cuddle until you fell asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He started telling you little things before your relationship, trusting you enough as a friend to share his secrets, and trusting you even more once you began dating, telling you little things about himself sometimes when you asked, more often unprompted. The more upsetting things from his past, he always checked with you to be sure you truly wanted to hear it and were in the right headspace before telling the stories, never wanting to overwhelm you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You were surprised at how patient Gabriel is with you, knowing he has a bit of a short temper with most of the people he encounters. You found that the biggest thing you could do that would upset Gabe is to put others in front of yourself to the point it began hurting you. He hated to see you struggle, and when your selflessness goes too far and you stop taking care of yourself, he can’t help but get upset.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Gabe’s memory always makes you laugh, it reminding you of all the jokes you see being made about how dads can remember that their kid borrowed $0.50 from them 10 years ago but can’t remember the name of the kid’s friend they’ve known all their life. Gabriel, similar to the dads, never forgets the little things he learns about you, like your favorite candy or your favorite karaoke song, but somehow manages to forget the name of your sibling.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Gabriel’s favorite memory of you is when you first met, when you were stuck in the time loop. You caught his eye the first time he put Sam through the loop, transfixed by the way you moved, spoke, everything about you, really, but kept his distance, not wanting to mess up what he had with Sam. He was shocked when you noticed him, even more shocked when you came over to talk. You didn’t know about the time loop, so Gabe knew you were genuinely interested in getting to know him, and he thought it was wonderful, but assumed it was a fluke, that you would return to the Winchesters the next day. To Gabriel’s surprise, though, you found him, again and again, not in the way the loop had affected Dean, having him say the same thing every day; you had come to the trickster a different way each day, each decision unprompted. Even after years had passed from that incident, the memory of how you had chosen Gabriel day after day makes him smile.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Gabriel feels the most secure while holding you against him, finding the warmth of your body against his own calming, and you felt the same way, finding your way into his arms during a tough time. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’s always leaving his s/o little gifts to find, your favorite candy here, a rose there, anything to make you smile

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Gabe’s terrible at cleaning up, organization seeming to be a foreign concept to him, which makes hunting with him difficult, as you more often than not would return to the bunker or motel to find a disaster of your notes on the creature you’re after and whatever the hell else Gabriel had brought out, which at one point in time had been a blanket fort that took up half the motel room.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He spends ages on his hair in the morning, choosing to do it by hand instead of using his grace, but aside from that he’s generally unbothered, knowing he looks good

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Gabe struggles to be away from you, having latched so strongly to the one he loves. There’s always a little part of him that feels empty when you’re gone, that doesn’t go away until you’re together again

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Gabriel knows every ABBA song by heart and is ridiculously proud of it, belting out the lyrics to Mama Mia as he wanders through the bunker, singing Dancing Queen with his toothbrush as a microphone and just beaming when you sing along to Our last summer with him in the impala, much to Sam and Dean’s annoyance.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Not having a sense of humor is a pretty big no for Gabriel, he would struggle not being able to good around with his s/o

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Angel Gabe doesn’t sleep, instead choosing to cuddle with his s/o while they sleep, holding you close and keeping you safe through the night, where human Gabe tucks his head under your chin, curls up against you and passes out that way.

[the-awkward-outlaw]

“ I read your diary. ” or rather journal, when he was sleeping or while he was taking a bath in a secluded area and left his satchel wide open for grabs.

This one’s so damn fluffy, I’m gonna die! It’s also one of those ones that easily could lead to a really smutty scene, but maybe I’ll leave that for another time 👀

Read all my works on AO3

(Maybe if I’m bored enough and actually have some damn time, I’ll make a masterlist on Tumblr) 

Flat Iron Lake gleams orange and blue in the midday sun, flies collecting in swarms hover above the water, begging to be eaten by a hungry fish. You stand on the pier, pole in your hand, hoping to fool one of those fish to take your lure instead of a real insect. So far, you’re having good luck, despite the hot sun above. You know from experience that fishing at any time other than dawn and dusk is spotty, but the fish around this area of the lake seem to always be biting, which is lucky. It saves everyone from having to go far to get meat. 

You love fishing, always have. You’re not the biggest fan of the taste of fish, though you will eat it. You enjoy the act of catching them, though. Fishing forces time to slow down, allows you to just sit and enjoy the peace and quiet, and then there’s the chance that something exciting will happen. Not only that, but the scenery is beautiful. 

As you stand, waiting for something to grab your lure, you hear footsteps on the shore. You turn and see Arthur, his hands on his hips. He smiles at you a bit, but doesn’t say anything. You return it and then go back to watching your bait, feeling a bit self conscious. Although you’re the newest member of the gang, having only been with them a couple of months, you’ve quickly grown fond of Arthur. You like most people in camp (aside from Micah), but Arthur was the one you took to. He’s handsome, smart (though he denies it), funny, loyal and sweet. He thinks he’s nothing more than a big dumb brute capable of nothing but violence, but you’ve seen the side of him that proves him wrong. You saw him give Tilly a necklace a few days ago, he got a book for Jack, and you’ve seen him playing fetch with the newest member, a dog named Cain. You’ve also seen him many times sitting on his cot or at the base of a tree, scribbling away in his journal. 

You’ve wondered many times if Arthur feels anything for you too, but you’re too nervous to ask. You won’t ask the others if he’s mentioned you at all, afraid it’ll clue them in to your crush. You wish, more than anything, that you could get a glimpse in his journal. 

You glance behind you again and spot Arthur sitting at the base of a tree not too far from the pier. His journal’s in his lap and he seems to be writing, or maybe he’s drawing. You wonder if he’s any good. You’ve tried your own hand at drawing with little success. You can barely draw a stick figure. 

You go back to fishing, wishing you could at least gather the courage to go and talk to him. You’ve wanted nothing more than to do that. He helped teach you how to shoot a gun after you first joined, and how to shoot a bow. It was through him that you learned how to hunt and fish, and you overheard him a few days ago talking to Dutch about teaching you how to rob people. You just wish you could talk to him about anything that didn’t involve you learning how to pull your weight in the gang. It’s doubtful that he has any interest in you though, even in an innocent, friendly manner. You sigh, wishing things were different. 

An hour passes and you decide you’re done fishing. You have a decent collection of fish to give to Pearson, he’ll be happy at least. You collapse your pole and begin walking down the pier when you see Arthur, still sat at the foot of the tree, his hat tipped over his eyes. He seems to be sleeping, but next to him is his journal, lying open and just begging to be read. 

You approach him quietly. You really shouldn’t be trying to read his journal, it’d be an invasion of his privacy. Still, you can’t help but be curious. You get a bit closer, waiting for him to stir, but he doesn’t. You quietly set down your bucket of fish and kneel down, picking up his journal. You check on him again, but he still hasn’t moved. You can tell by his slow, heavy breathing that he’s out. 

The first thing you see when looking at the open page of his journal is a sketch. Undeniably, it’s you, fishing on the pier. The sketch extends across both pages. The drawing is beautiful, simple yet detailed. You had no idea he could draw this well. You flip to the previous page and see sketches of a horse (undeniably his own), a husky and a duck. The duck is really no more than an outline, but it’s endearing. The husky is incredibly detailed, its tongue dangling from its panting mouth. You love the detail of the fur, you can tell exactly what color it is based purely on how he’s shaded it. You flip to the next previous page and are startled by an extremely detailed drawing of your face. On the page next to it is a passage he’s written. You study the beautiful, looping words. His writing is gorgeous. You begin to read it. 

“Took Y/N out hunting today. She’s got a natural talent for it, considering she’s only been doing it a few months. If only things were simpler, life wasn’t such a mess, I might ask her to be my girl. Yet damn you, Mary! Y/N ain’t nothing like Mary. She’s sweet, she don’t hold people’s past over their heads or play games with ‘em. When I’m alone with her, I feel like the luckiest man and the biggest fool. If she’s smart, she’ll stay away from me.” 

Your stomach does a backflip. Has he really thought about asking you to be his girlfriend? No way, no way could Arthur, the Arthur Morgan, be interested in you! You’re just a simple girl who grew up on a farm until a few months back when it was burned to the ground, killing everyone inside. You were in the barn when it got destroyed by a group of drunk O’Driscolls. It was only a couple weeks after that you were brought in by Arthur, who found you begging on the trail in the middle of nowhere. 

You flip through more of his journal, reading about how he hopes never to get on Sadie Adler’s bad side (you agree with him), how he detests doing jobs for Strauss. You’re glad he never went to collect that debt from that Downes fellow a few weeks ago. You’d heard rumors he was incredibly sick and you passed that information onto Arthur, who decided it wasn’t worth the risk and just absolved the debt. Still though, he’s doing a few other collections. 

You go on to read about some of the people he’s met, including a blind man who seemed almost like a prophet, a photographer who seemed to be trying to get himself eaten by some wild animal, and a crazy woman touting about dinosaurs. So many of these entries are accompanied with drawing, each one detailed to the point you feel you could touch them. 

Every few pages, he seems to mention you, whether it’s just taking you out somewhere to teach you a new skill, or about how you’ve surprised him with one of your own visions of the world. One in particular stands out to you. It’s accompanied by a sketch of you just standing there, drinking a mug of coffee. The passage itself started off with him talking about one of his debt collections from a woman named Lily Millet. 

“This world is an ugly one, I see it everyday. I see it in the things I do to people, the way they look at me. But Y/N seems to see the beauty of it. Whenever I’m with her, she sees light and color where I would see only violence and horror. The more I’m with her, the more I see the beauty too. If I were smarter, I’d spare her the misfortune of my own company, yet I find hers euphoric. If I weren’t such a coward, I’d ask her on a proper outing. John keeps saying she’s sweet on me, but Marston wouldn’t know the first thing about women. How the hell he ended up having a kid with Abigail is beyond me.” 

You giggle at the last line and then your heart drops when you hear Arthur begin to stir. You quickly flip to the page it was on and throw it on the ground. Unfortunately, it lands a solid foot from where you picked it up and in a different position. You just hope he doesn’t remember those details as you stand up and take several feet back. 

He tilts his hat up, notices you trying to walk away in such a manner that screams you’re guilty of something. He looks down at his journal and notices right away that it’s been moved. He connects your guilty smile and knows instantly that you at least looked at the sketch. Before he can say anything to you, you dart off into the middle of camp to give your fish to Pearson and where he won’t confront you. 

During the rest of the day, you find any excuse you can to stay away from Arthur, positive he’s furious that you invaded his privacy like that. You’d be mad had it been you, and you’re sure he’d like nothing more than to tell you off. However, you often catch him staring at you, but not in anger or disappointment. His eyes say he’s curious, and he doesn’t seem to be pursuing you to get you alone, though he does try to approach you often. You always come up with an excuse or pick up a conversation with the closest person so he can’t confront you. 

After the sun’s set, your luck runs out. Arthur left a few hours ago and you figured he’d be gone the rest of the night. You decided it was safe to go stand at the shores of the lake and look at the stars. You didn’t even hear him approach until he was standing right next to you, a beer bottle in each hand. 

“So,” he said, making you jump. You flushed when you saw him standing so close to you, but then he handed you one of the bottles. You thanked him quietly and looked away. You didn’t see the soft smile he wore. “Enjoy readin’ my journal?” he asks, sipping his beer as he stares off across the lake. 

You sigh. “I’m sorry, Mr. Morgan. It was wrong of me. I understand why you’re upset.” 

He chuckles softly. “Ah, it’s a’right. I ain’t exactly innocent in that myself. Guess I earned it, to be honest.” 

“What do you mean?” 

He rubs his neck nervously. “I, uh, I read your diary too once. It was on your bedroll and I guess Grimshaw snatched you up while you was writin’. I was just passin’ by and saw it, couldn’t help myself.” 

You blush even more. Shit, shit shit! You wrote in there shortly after getting the damn thing that you have a massive crush on Arthur, it’s pretty much a guarantee that he saw it. 

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Morgan,” you say, closing your eyes. 

“For what?” he says, shocked. 

“That you had to read that. I’m… I’m such an idiot and I’m sure it’s the last thing you wanted to know about me. I completely understand if you don’t want to teach me anything else.” 

He turns to face you. He nervously reaches up a hand to tilt your head up to look at him. “Y/N, I know you read my journal. Pretty far back too, I’d guess. If you actually read it, you’d know I’ve… well, I’ve held somethin’ for you too.” 

You smile and take his hand into yours. “I don’t know why you would. I’m nothin’ special.” 

“Maybe you don’t see yourself the way I do.” 

You look up at him again. His face is inches from yours and his eyes dart down to your lips before going back to your eyes again. Is he thinking the same as you? Right now, you’d like nothing more than to kiss him. You start leaning up, you can feel the heat radiating from him. He moves closer, his free hand sliding over your back. Your lips are centimeters from touching. 

“Mr. Morgan, we are in the shit again. Deep in the shit!” the gravelly voice of Reverend Swanson washes over you again. He stumbles over, his eyes bloodshot. Arthur leans away and lets you go, making you let out a soft groan. 

“You got quite a way with words there, Mr. Swanson,” Arthur replies. 

“Words are the least of my problems, Mr. Morgan.” He stammers for a moment, almost as though he’s seeing something you can’t. His eyes refocus on you both standing inches apart, looking irritated. “But I wanted you both to know that you are children of God! Children of God.” He starts mumbling to himself, almost singing.

You chuckle. “That’s sweet, Reverend, but I stopped believing in God a long time ago.” 

“But he has never stopped believing in you,” Swanson says, then he stumbles off. 

Arthur lets out a long sigh and hangs his head so his hat covers his eyes. His cheeks are slightly pink. “Sorry for that interruption, Y/N.” 

“That’s okay, ain’t like we could stop him,” you say. You want to ask him to try that kiss again, but you just can’t manage to get the words out. He’s thinking the same thing, but like you, he’s too embarrassed to ask. Instead, his hand slowly wraps around yours. You look down at your entwined hands and then back up to him and smile. Encouraged by this, he lets your hand go and both of his slide over your back, pulling you close to him. Yours go up to settle on his shoulders. 

Before anyone else has the chance to ruin the moment again, Arthur dips down and presses his lips to yours. His are slightly chapped, but they’re warm. You’ve only imagined kissing him a hundred times, but you didn’t ever do him justice in those daydreams. You move your lips with his, your hand winding behind his neck to pull him even closer. His arms grip you tight, pressing your body against his. Your heart’s pounding in your chest. Something in your chest purrs as he deepens the kiss. Oh, how you’ve wanted this, wanted him. All those moments you spent alone with him, you wanted to kiss him exactly like this. 

After several moments of you studying his lips, he breaks it, his breath leaving in quick bursts. He smiles at you and cups your cheek, his thumb tracing your cheek bone. 

“I hope that was okay,” he says softly. 

“More than okay,” you say and you kiss him again. This one is short and brief, but just as sweet as the previous. You lay your head on his shoulder, your forehead pressed against his neck. His arms embrace you protectively and his heart hammers into your ear. You stare off across the silvery waters of the lake, content in this moment. You want it never to end. 

There’s no way you could know that Arthur, for the first time in a long time, finally thinks he may actually be a somewhat decent man if someone as sweet and good as you chooses to nestle in his arms like this. He kisses the top of your head, wishing he could tell you how grateful and how in awe he is. Perhaps he’ll have to write it in his journal and leave it somewhere that you’ll find it again.

[love101imagines]

Hope is a dangerous thing

(kerem & eda | imagine)

request: Heyy, could you please do a kerem+eda prompts 12 and 19 ? I was thinking about Eda considering an abortion and Kerem being mad that she didn't told him she's carrying his child. Jeez you're an amazing writer trully!! Love this fandom

tag list: @thestorieswecantevertell @sinanfails @wwafangirld @girl-looking-out-window @imtoolazytothinkofacoolname @zaynlikfalls

prompts used: 12. It’s just a cigarette and it’s freezing. 19. I...I can’t do this without you.

trigger warning: talk for teen pregnancy, morning sickness and abortion.

He wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed earlier.

It started with subtle things, but knowing Eda, they weren't subtle at all. The first one was when she would start binge eating when they went out with the rest or when she would look sickly pale.

“What’s wrong? You don’t look that well, did something happen?” Işik would ask, already pressing the back of her hand to her forehead.

Eda would roll her eyes and shrug it off. “I’m fine. It’s just the stomach flu, I’ve been throwing up all day.”

It wasn't unknown to Kerem that the girl had some kind of issue with food. She had gotten better with time, from not eating at all and only drinking beer to eating a bit more with the rest.

That was the second clue too. The beer.

She was always seen with a beer on her hand, her liver probably ruined for all the alcohol she consumed daily. But the last whole month whenever she was close to a can of beer, she would scrunch her nose and say she was too tired to drink, giving her drink to Osman who would gladly take it.

Kerem didn't think much of it, and neither did Eda. Until that day she was sitting on a bench in the park waiting for Kerem. Close to her were a group of teenagers, probably two years older than her, but she couldn't help but cover her mouth as an urge to throw up came to her along with the smell of a cigarette.

"Could you smoke somewhere else?" She asked harshly.

One of the boys only rolled his eyes. "It's just a cigarette and it's freezing."

He passed the cigarette to a taller boy next to him who snickered. "What? Are you pregnant and can't handle the smell?" He teased.

The words made her skip a beat, her face emotionless while color faded from her skin. It didn't take her long to slowly connect the dots, eyes glancing at her stomach while she tried to remember the last time she had had her period.

Her legs began to move before she could think, trying to find the closest pharmacy while still trying to process her own emotions. She had almost forgotten about her date when she bumped into Kerem, the boy holding tightly some flowers.

“Shi-I’m sorry.” She apologized, the sick feeling still on her stomach.

Kerem looked at her, a hint of worry on his eyes. “Are you fine?”

Eda nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I was just...looking for you. Took you long enough.” She swallowed, giving him a small smile to calm his nerves.

He didn’t think much of it, only handing her the flowers. “I um, I got these for you.”

Her smile now was a more genuine one, deciding that there was no way she could be pregnant, that she would take a test but everything would be fine. “Thank you.”

He grinned, an arm looping around her waist. “Let’s go and eat something, I’m starving.”

She agreed, even if everything she ate she ended up throwing up the next day.

There they were. The two, or more like four lines in the two tests in front of her. It was funny how a single second seemed to define what would happen to her for the rest of her life. God, she would age up ten years in the next five with all the stress and work a baby took.

A baby. She was pregnant. She was going to be holding a baby in less than a year. The tests in her shaky hands confirmed that it was a reality she couldn't escape from. Her parents would kill her, and Kerem...Kerem was going to be a father. Would she be able to tell him? What would he say? She knew him too well, everything would be unexpected to him but he would say they could manage, even if a baby right now at 17 seemed like a punishment.

She couldn't.

It was impossible to stop the knot on her throat as she read carefully the pamphlets laid in front of her. Her parents were out for dinner, and her sister was in her own room reading. The phone had rung a few times but she didn't care, she just wanted to get it over with and feel normal again. She had only left her room the last week to go to different pharmacies to buy what she needed, paying with cash so she wouldn’t leave any trace behind.

"Eda! Someone's here for you." Her sister called out.

She furrowed her brows, getting up after quickly hiding the pamphlets under her pillow. Now, in front of her was the last person she wanted to see.

“Kerem.” She started slowly. “What are you doing here?”

He fumbled a bit with his hands, taking a seat next to her in the bed so he wouldn’t start pacing around. “Sorry I just showed up, but I, well we haven’t seen you much the last days.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, avoiding his gaze to focus on one of her drawings, tracing with her index finger the flower in black ink. “I’ve been busy...But I’m almost done now.”

That seemed to ease him, the tension on his shoulders loosening up as he leaned forward to kiss her. She smiled into the kiss, the feeling she had longed for the last days since she had found out. There was only one way things could be back to normal.

“Look, I have to go and buy some groceries before my parents return, can you wait for me here? It won’t take long.” She reassured him, her thumb tracing the back of his hand which had a few bruises on his knuckles.

He nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’m the one who showed up unexpectedly.”

She chuckled, standing up from her seat to grab her bag, her hands almost shaking like she could see the container of pills inside of it even if it was close. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”

In the closest alleyway Eda could finally stop, with her hands trembling while she tried to gather the courage to finally do it, Kerem paced around in her room before finally sitting down back on her bed. There were a few drawings scattered on the floor and her desk, and he smiled as he looked at a few.

He couldn’t believe how the girl could sleep with all the pens on her bed, and he almost laughed as soon as he saw a few papers peeking under her pillow. His smile disappeared as soon as he read them, his mind foggy as he finally realized everything.

It took him two seconds to get up and leave Eda’s apartment, walking down the street at a fast pace looking everywhere for the girl, almost entering a supermarket until he caught sight of her on an alleyway.

"What's this?" He mumbled with disbelief, eyes fixed on the pamphlets he was holding tightly, almost crumpling on his hand.

The question was so abrupt and sudden that her breath hitched on her throat. Her hands trembled and Kerem shallowed thickly, his gaze going from Eda's face to the pills between her hands. Before she could answer, she only closed her hand at the same time Kerem moved forward to take them.

"Eda!"

"Let go of me!" She snapped back, both of them struggling with each other, Eda trying her best not to let go

"How could you— You didn't even tell me!" He shouted, finally opening Eda's hand to throw the pills on the floor. "Do you even know how dangerous this is?"

A moment of silence sat between them, Eda avoiding his gaze before Kerem spoke up again, voice much softer than it had previously been. "Why didn't you tell me? Did you think I would...be angry?"

Honestly, he felt heartbroken if she hadn't told him for fear of his reaction. Fear that he would be furious, questioning if it even was his or if she was lying to him. But he would never do that.

"No." She whispered, warm tears meeting her eyes before she wiped them with the end of her sweater. "I didn't...I didn't know what to do."

"You could have told me." He remarked instantly. "I'm not going to leave just because you're pregnant."

Eda let out a tired sigh. "I don't even know if I want to be."

Kerem stared at her, shock written all over his face, and with no hesitation, he stepped forward to reach for her hand, a flash of hurt on his face as she stepped back.

“I-We can’t do this. We can’t raise a kid, we’re too young.” She admitted, heart beating erratically in her chest.

The alleyway felt too cold, even with her sweater, but she supposed she was sweating and feeling sick for all the situation.

“What are people going to say? My parents...our futures. God, we don’t even have a plan with school.” She continued with her lips in a tight line as she tried not to break down.

The boy shook his head, still trying to gather his thoughts. “I’m not going anywhere. We can manage, we will. I’ll ask my parents for money and...we’ll see from there.”

“Kerem...” Eda whispered, finally letting a tear slip.

He didn’t waste any second to get closer to her, the girl collapsing into Kerem’s open arms. It was just there that he noticed how serious everything was to her. He had never thought about having kids, especially not now. He didn’t even know how to take care of them, not even the basics. What if he turned out to be just as bad as his own father?

“Hey, it’s alright.” He tried to comfort her, the girl continuing to sob in his shoulder while he ran his hand through her hair. Finally, he took a deep breath and held her face between his hands to make her look at him. “We’ll do whatever you want. And I’ll be with you for anything, but this...” He glanced at the pills on the floor. “...isn’t the right way. I don’t want anything happening to you because of me.”

Eda nodded, eyes red and her cheeks still stained. “I...I can’t do this without you.”

“And you won’t.” He repeated. “I promise.”

[ofnifflersandkings]

Title: Roses are Red

Character: Miles Morales

A/n: Happy belated Valentine’s day from your favorite spiderboi

•

You looked down at your desk with a look of pure anguish on your face. In a fit of rage, you tossed you pencil off to the side and sat back to look at your work with a huff.

To put it nicely, it looked horrible.

You picked up the sketchbook you bought from the art supply store on the way home. You held it an arm’s length away from your face, seeing if maybe some distance would increase the quality.

When that proved useless, it took all of your will power to not shove open your window and throw the whole thing out of it.

You pressed your back against your chair, catching a glance at the evergrowing pile of crumpled attempts sitting in your wastebasket. And you could’ve cried right there.

Tomorrow was Valentines Day, and hear you sat trying desperately to make a decent picture for Miles.

The two of you weren’t necessarily dating. It was more of a let’s very clearly have a thing for one another but ignore our emotions till we die sort of situation.

You didn’t expect Miles to do anything in return, but you thought it would be nice to draw him something special as a token of your affection.

Only the problem was that you weren’t anywhere near as good of an artist as he was. Everything you put on the paper just seemed so ugly and nothing looked good enough.

As time crept mercilessly onwards, your frustration only grew. You could feel your anxiety settle in at the base of your stomach and you contemplated forgetting about the whole thing.

What if he took one look at your pathetic drawing and laughed?

The rational part of your brain told you that you knew he’d never be so cruel, especially not to you. But the doubt in the back of your mind was coming in and making itself comfortable.

It certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying. This had been the second sketchbook you’d purchased to try and create him something that was good enough for him.

But you were really falling flat.

You looked over at a framed photograph of the two of you, the happy expression on both of your faces made you smile.

Miles was just so sweet, and you liked him more than you probably should’ve. Heaven knows if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be stressing about a simple present as much as you were.

You closed your eyes and took a deep inhale to calm yourself down. Maybe you were just thinking too hard about this, so you decided to approach this from a different angle.

•

“You don’t think she’s mad at me do you?” Miles asked, staring up at his phone screen.

He had tried messaging you a couple of times since classes ended that day. This had been the fourth day in a row that you had skipped hanging out at lunch or during your free time at the end of the day.

Any time he would ask you to go see a movie with him or hang out on the school grounds and let him show off his new designs, you’d give him a half handed excuse about how you had too much homework to catch up on.

Miles knew you well enough to know that something was up. Sure, you would procrastinate on your work from time to time. But this felt very off, you were usually never this behind.

Yesterday, he even offered to help you finish up your assignments. But you quickly told him you had it under control before you took off without another word.

Truthfully, Miles was beginning to worry. Did you not want to hang out with him anymore?

He looked over at your gift sitting on his nightstand and suddenly felt very self-conscious about giving it to you tomorrow.

This would be his very first Valentine’s Day with someone to show his affection towards. And if he was being 100% honest, he had been very excited to spend the day with you.

But now he was just worried.

“You know (Y/n) better, probably busy with something and can’t get to the phone.” Ganke chimed in, turning away from his monitor to give Miles a reassuring smile.

“Yeah,” Miles said, scrolling back on some previous text messages between you two, trying to see if he had said something to make you upset with him. “I do know better.”

•

You came into school the next morning with a skip in your step and a smile etched onto your face. Somehow, someway, the stars had alligned and you had managed to make a gift you were happy with.

Class Committee had gone into school early that morning and taped flowergrams to people’s lockers. When you got to yours, you were surprised to see a red rose taped onto the door.

You beamed, gently pulling it off and twirling it in your hand. You knew it had been from Miles, he had tried to casually ask you what flowers you liked for no reason in particular.

You placed it in the very top shelf of your locker, setting it right on top of Miles’ present for safe keeping until the end of the day.

The rest of the day passed by as normal, the only difference was that Miles was now the one absent from lunch. He had missed a Physics test from the beginning of the week, so you had no time to explain your sudden disappearances.

“You really threw him for a loop there,” Ganke said, attepting to catch a grape he tossed into the air in his mouth. “I actually felt bad, almost revealed your whole surprise right then and there.”

You looked up from your math homework. “He was worried?”

Ganke nodded. “Miles thought you were mad at him so that’s why you kept bailing on lunch.”

You snorted, “He’s such a dork.”

“A dork you looove.” Ganke cooed, breaking off into a cackle when you chucked one of your own grapes at him.

“Don’t think I forgot about you though,” You said, reaching into your bag and sliding a giant pack of gummy worms over to him.

Ganke gasped dramatically and pulled them to his chest. “You know the way to my heart.”

•

Miles stared at the clock in his final class for the day, it felt like the bell would never ring. Ganke had told him you definitely weren’t mad at him, so now all he wanted to do was see you.

As soon as the bell rang, he was at the door and in a full on sprint to get to your locker before you had a chance with leave without him.

He turned the hallway and saw you just as you pressed your locker door shut. Your bag was already on and he saw the carnation he had gotten for you in your hand.

The sight made him equally relieved and flittery in his stomach. Relieved for fact that you were holding it was solid proof you really weren’t mad at him. And the other because he had never gotten flowers for someone he liked before and the reality of it made his head want to reel.

With this newfound reassurance he bounded up to with a big smile and placed his hands over your eyes to block your vision.

“Guess who?”

He felt you chuckle and it made his smile beam.

You pretended to contemplate it with a few very dramatic hums before a funny idea came into your head. “Is it Spider-Man?”

If a sentence could kill someone, Miles would’ve dropped dead on the floor. He truly couldn’t get his brain to form a sentence but he realized if he didn’t something soon it would make things worse.

Miles faked a laugh and released his hands. “So now we’re playing games? I see how it is.”

You turned around to face him and smiled. “I just wanted to see your reaction. It’s not like you could actually be Spider-Man.”

A thought ran through his mind, ‘This is great, this is your get-out-of-jail free card, take it and run with it,’ but the more prideful side of him couldn’t help but feel slightly offended and curious for your reasoning.

“What makes you think I couldn’t be?” He asked, trying to make it sound as casual as possible.

Your brows furrowed slightly as his sudden question and you laughed. “I don’t know?” You posed as a question more than a statement. “Probably because your Mom would kill you before any supervillian could if she found out.”

Miles couldn’t hide his laugh. “Alright, you got me.”

You looked at him and the nervousness over giving him your gift was starting to settle in again. Should you wait? Should you just get it over with now while there was still time to run?

“I got something for you,” You began, before stumbling over your sentence. “Well not really got, I made it.”

Miles felt his face get all warm. “You made something for me?”

You got flustered and felt to shy too say anything else, so you nodded. You had been holding the sketchbook against your chest, so you held it out to him.

“It isn’t very much, but I tried to make it personal if it couldn’t be good,” You said, undoing the leather strap that held it together.

Miles flipped through the pages. Each page from cover to cover was filled with doodles, some were of the two of you, and others were just funny little comics that you knew would make him laugh.

There was the time when he convinced you take old sheets and cut them up to make ghost costumes you could both wear around. But because Miles never ties his shoes, he tripped in his costume and fell smack on his face.

Normally you would’ve rushed over to help, but seeing this giant blob of white hit the floor with a shrilly cry was too much, and you laughed for about ten minutes instead.

You watched Miles flip through it. Each time he’d laugh or smile, you felt a tiny bit of pressue ease from your shoulders. Maybe you hadn’t done too bad afterall.

When he got to the final page, there was a small message written on it along with a picture of the two of you taped to the inside of the back cover.

For the very best person I know,

It isn’t much but I tried to put in all the thought and love I could muster

Happy Valentine’s Day

Miles just stared at the final page, his fingers running along your handwriting as an almost overwhelming amount of emotion ran through him.

The silence was starting to make your anxiety build up again and you rolled back and forth on your feet. “It’s alright if you don’t like it.”

He looked up at you like you were crazy. “You’re kidding? This is now the most important object I own.” He stated proudly, closing it up and holding it close it him.

You laughed and it made his chest feel light.

“Really though, thank you for making this for me.”

You bashfully shrugged your shoulders. “It’s the least I could do for you.”

“Gonna make my gift look like nothing.” Miles said, taking his bag off of his shoulder so reach inside and pull out a wrapped package.

You looked wide-eyed at it and then looked back at him. “You got me a gift?”

“Well yeah,” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What kind of valentine would I be if I didn’t. I have a reputation to uphold.”

You smiled and took his gift, slowly peeling off the wrapping paper. It was a painting on an art board of the two of you, ironically of the same photo you had taped to the back of his book.

It was beautiful, his art always was. The colors were super bright and you could help but trace your fingers along the visible brush lines.

“I think we compliment each other well,” Miles teased, looking down at the painting with you. “You know what, that was genius, I should make cards or something.”

You laughed and turned to him, placing your hand on his shoulder and reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek, right near the corner of his lips.

“It’s wonderful, Miles.”

He froze right on the spot, his face felt

so warm he worried he might burst into flames right on the spot. When he felt your lips leave his skin he actually let out a giggle.

Miles immediately cleared his throat to cover this and suavely leaned in close to you, taking your hand in his. “Let’s see if we can catch that movie we missed earlier.”

[thiswasinevitableid]

Grave Danger

The prompt for the 26th was: Graveyard Shift.

This is set in what’s basically a reverse!AU. It is not suitable for work.

Barclay shouldn’t be out here. 

Not in the “he’s going to get in trouble if he’s caught” way. In the “if the world was fair, he wouldn’t be doing a graveyard shift  in a literal graveyard” way.

But the network demands more episodes of “Chasing Bigfoot” and unless he wants to be fired and broke, he must deliver them. It’s not that he completely hates his job; the money pays the rent, paid for top surgery, half-paid for phallo, and sometimes nets him fans who are actually interested in the science of investigating the unknown rather than night-vision camera footage of blurry objects. But much of the fanbase loves that second category.

That’s why he’s here in Kepler, WV, investigating a viral Bigfoot sighting (Barclay is 95% sure that the video is someone in a Chewbacca costume). That’s why he’s staying at the Amnesty Lodge, still slightly visible down the hill and through the trees. 

The Lodge is actually the best part of this whole trip. The residents were wary of him at first, but they’ve been warming up to him.

And there’s one in particular that he’d love to warm up. Joseph Stern, blue eyed and dark haired, fastidious and charming. Barclay’s done his best to flirt with the other man, but so far has gotten only to the point of a casual friendship.

He sighs, adjusts the settings on his camera. It’s a tiny, handheld one, as the ratings suggest that audiences love grainy, shaky footage of him being out in the woods at night. Or a graveyard. Specifically, a graveyard where earlier in the day he’d spotted some footprints that were really, really weird. He loves cryptozoology, even if he knows much of it is faked, and he’d love to be the one to finally find proof of previously unknown species. 

Bushes rustle further up the hill, and he hops the run-down stone wall at the edge of the cemetary to investigate. It’s probably just a deer, but it might make for some decent B-Roll.

He ducks under branches, looking through the viewfinder as he enters a small clearing.

A huge shape, covered in black fur, is surveying the ground. It raises its head up, then stands on its hind legs.

A werewolf. An honest to fucking god werewolf. 

This is amazing. This is going to make his whole career. He can make millions, he can retire from this shitty show, can open his own restaurant, just as soon as he sells this footage of, of….

Of a werewolf looking directly at him, eyes glinting in the moonlight. 

It growls and, without thinking, he runs. The creature howls once, then gives chase. 

He doesn’t even make it ten yards. Strong claws connect with his back and knock him to the ground. Ripping fabric and short, aggravated growls fill the air as the monster paws at him, rolling him this way and that. He curls in on himself, protecting the camera and his vital organs.

“Where is it?” The wolf snarls in his ear. 

“Wh-where is what?”

“The camera.”

“I, it’s.” Another growl, a clawed hand tightening on the back of his neck and he realizes that even if he hands the camera over, he’s a dead man if he doesn’t get away from this thing first.

“I don’t have a camera, so fuck off.” He kicks his foot back, catching the wolf in the ribs, and starts crawling away. It yelps, grabs his ankle and drags him back. He throws an elbow, gets his wrists pinned beneath one massive paw for his trouble. 

“Give. Me. the. Camera.”

With mounting terror, he understands that a fight would be pointless.

“Inside pocket of my jacket. Please” the werewolf flips him over, rifles under his coat, “please, just take it and let me go. I, I really don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die as some z-list reality star, I haven’t even gotten to ask the cute guy at the lodge out yet.”

The werewolf, camera in hand, blinks at him, “cute guy?”

“Uh huh, uh, he’s, he’s sorta the manager of the place, he listens to me when I talk about foodie stuff and my dream restaurant, and he’s really funny and I, I really like him, and I wanna ask him out, which I can’t do if you eat me, and uh-”

“If you wanted to ask him, why haven’t you?” The werewolf crosses it’s arms, sitting back on its heels. The disapproving look on its face has him stammering to explain himself. 

“Be-cause I, um, I’m not totally sure how he feels about me. Sometimes he’s really friendly and flirty, then he gets kinda stand-offish. I just don’t want him to feel uncomfortable around me. But if you don’t kill me, I swear I’ll ask him to dinner, first thing tomorrow.”

“That won’t be necessary.” The wolf leans closer, grinning.

“Fuck.” Barclay squeaks out, shutting his eyes because he really doesn’t want to see his organs leave his body.

The clawed hand cups his chin. 

“Look at me, Barclay.” The command is quiet.

He does, peeking out from his lashes to see the wolf gazing at him with clever, blue eyes. 

“Stern?”

The wolf nods, but doesn’t let go of his chin. 

“Are you gonna kill me?”

Stern lets go and sighs, prolonged and put-upon, “No, I’m not. I just needed to get this” he holds up the camera, “and there’s really no way to chase someone in this form that doesn’t make them think I want to eat them. But I couldn’t risk you getting away and someone seeing that footage. I never wanted to hurt you, or even frighten you.”

“But aren’t werewolves supposed to be, like, mindless killers when they transform?”

That disapproving look is back, “In pop culture, yes. In reality, no. And we don’t need the moon to transform either. We just look like this.” He gazes at Barclay, fangs showing in a smile, “Now, do you have something you want to ask me?”

Barclays brain stalls out and Sterns shoulders fall, his ears flatten, and he stares at the forest floor.

“It’s alright if you’re not interested in me after learning what I am. I understand.” He says softly. Barclay recognizes the way his face struggles to stay neutral; he’s seen it happen a few times when the other man got bad news.  It’s odd, seeing Sterns mannerisms mapped onto such an intimidating form. 

Odd, but endearing.

Barclay reaches out, touches his fingers to Sterns left arm.

“Hey.”

Stern looks at him, ears perking up.

“You wanna grab dinner with me tomorrow?”

“Yes.” He takes Barclays hand in both of his, fur lush and radiating warmth, “I kept hoping you’d ask, even if I knew it was better that you didn’t get too close to me.”

“Because of the whole werewolf thing?”

“In a way. Me being like this is part of something...much bigger. And Mama and I, we have to be careful about what  people find out about Kepler and the lodge. It’s our job to keep them safe. Having someone whose whole job is finding monsters learn the truth is an immense risk. So even though I was, er, am attracted to you, I knew it was best to steer clear. Unfortunately, my heart didn’t get the memo.”

“Aw, babe.” Barclay draws his other hand down Sterns cheek. 

“I do wish we’d been able to clear the air some other way.”

“You wish? I’m the one who thought I was gonna be torn apart.” Barclay teases.

“I’m sorry. If I had my enchantment on, I’d offer an apology kiss.” Then he grins, leans forward, and nuzzles the crook of Barclays neck. Barclay snickers, then full-on laughs when his tongue darts out.

“What’s so funny?” He does it again.

“It kinda tickles, and it, uh, it feels nice AHhey.” He laughs harder as Stern continues snuffling and licking at him, one arm looping around his waist.

“I do sincerely apologize for such poor customer service.” 

“Gonna ah!, ha, leave you a bad yelp review.” He does his best to wrap his arms around Sterns shoulders.

“Oh no, the horror.” Stern deadpans, nuzzling his cheek. Barclay absentmindedly scratches the thick, dark fur on the back of his neck. Stern is sleeker than most depictions of werewolves he’s seen, and that combined with his coloration makes him striking to behold.

“You never had a bunch of people mad at you online have you-what’s that noise?”

“Ah, well, um.”

“Is your tail-?”

“Please don’t say wagging. It’s just a physical expression of the fact that I feel good.”

“That so?” Barclay scritches the same spot and the soft thumping increases, so he skates his nails over Sterns shoulders and down his chest. He presses them down firmer on the next pass. 

Stern growls; a guttural, terrifying noise.

But in place of terror, something hot and dark Barclay’s his system and he freezes.

Stern pulls back, “I’m so sorry, that noise can be really unnerving, it’s mostly a reflex.”

“Unnerving. Right.” 

Sterns eyes go wide, and his nose is once again against Barclays throat. He sniffs, hot breath raising goosebumps on his skin.

“Barclay, would you like to know something else about this form?” He murmurs. 

“Sure.” 

“My sense of smell is extremely good. And I can pick up on things like fear. And….” one claw trails gently on Barclays stomach, “arousal. I sense that second feeling coming off you. Am I picking up the right thing?”

“Uh huh. I gotta be honest babe, this is the horniest and the most confused I’ve been in awhile.”

“I’m a bit surprised myself.” He’s rubbing his hands along Barclays arms, comfortingly, “And if you’re not interested, or need more time to adjust, say the word and I’ll back off.”

“And if I want you to, uh, keep going?”

Another growl and he’s flat on his back, Stern looming over him, teeth bared. He tries to move, finds he can’t as strong, clawed fingers dig into his shoulders. 

“Fucking-A, that’s hot.”

Sterns’ laugh is deeper than normal, but it’s still bright and happy when he stares adoringly down at Barclay. 

“Do you like being my prey?”

“Now that I know you’re not actually gonna eat me? Yes.”

“Mmmmmm” Stern traces a clawtip along Barclays lips, then down his throat, which he bears as he arches his back, “Glad to hear it, even if it means I owe Duck ten dollars.”

“What? Ohfuck.” Stern drags his tongue along Barclays collarbone as he rather daintily undoes his shirt.

“We were all relaxing one night and there was some, um, speculation as to how various people we know are in bed. I maintained that you might like being the dominant one, since you’re so gentle normally and could enjoy the chance to cut loose. Duck insisted you “look like you wanted me to bend you over and make you cry.”

“Holy fuck.”

“Duck can be rather blue.” Stern zig-zags the very tip of a claw down his chest

“Is he, shit, also fucking psychic?”

“No, though he can see the future and, wait, oh, oh of course” he shakes his head, “he looked at the future to see what you’d be into.”

Barclay’s about to ask why Stern makes bets with someone who can see the future when Stern growls again, dropping down and rolling his hips against him. Paws his legs lovingly, licks and nips at his chest.

“That, oh fuck, that feels so good babe, just don’t go turning me into a werewolf.”

“That’s not how it actually works.” Stern huffs. 

“Uh huh, sure. Maybe I’ll just-” He sinks his teeth into Sterns upper arm. There’s a snarl, and Barclay is flipped onto his stomach. He moans, tucking his knees underneath him.

“Look at you, putting your ass in the air for me like a good boy.”

“Joseph” He whispers. 

“I’m right here, don’t worry. I’m going to make such good use of you, I’ll make you feel so good.” The barest hint of teeth brush his neck, Stern surrounding him on all sides, warm and heavy. He feels safer than he has in years.

“Undo your jeans.” He’s gripping Barclays hips.

Barclay obeys, and they’re quickly yanked down to his knees, taking his boxers with them.

“Now” something slick and solid teases at his ass, “in case it isn’t obvious, there is no way this is fitting without some serious preparation. So, you won’t be getting it that way tonight.”

Barclay whines. Claws clamp down on his neck, “That is not negotiable, no matter how badly we both want it. Spread your legs.”

Barclay does his best, is rewarded by Stern stroking his hair, growling softly, “good boy.”

A cock, thick and already sticky with pre-cum, slides between his thighs.

“Close them.”

He does, and this time a strong arm slips beneath him. When Sterns hand circles his cock, he whimpers, pushing back instinctively. Stern gives a sharp growl.

“That’s it. Oh lord it’s wonderful, having you underneath me like this. Maybe we should just stay like this. I could hold you this way all night.”

“Joseph, baby, please, I’ll do anything, just move.”

The grip on his cock tightens. 

“You’re not the one giving the orders, Barclay. Remember that.” Stern nuzzles his ear, voice dripping with menace. 

“S-sorry, fuckfuck” he pulls up fistfulls of dirt as Stern pounds against him, the movement of his thrusts forcing Barclay to fuck into his fist over and over again. He gasps when finds Sterns cock is long enough to brush his own as he fucks his thighs. 

“See, I was right not to try to shove that into this” he paws Barclays ass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Barclay chants in time with the movement of Sterns hips. 

“Say it” 

“You, you were right, you’re always right, I’ll listen to you for the rest of my life because of how right you are, shit, shit.”

“That’s right, you will. Because you like having someone who could tear you to shreds do this instead.” 

The pressure on Barclays cock is the best kind of too-tight, Stern thumbing at the tip relentlessly. It’s efficient, calculated, so very Stern.

“Oh yeah, fuck that feels good, babe, gahfuck, where did you learn to give such an amazing handjo-ohhhhshit.” He thumps his fist on the ground as he comes, trying and failing to bury the whimper he makes as Stern refuses to stop fucking him.

The hand that moments ago was jacking him off settles by his head as Stern hunches further forward, chin resting on Barclays shoulder as the jerks his hips. The precision is waning, the thrusts between his thighs growing ragged and stuttery. 

Stern pants in his ear, “You’re taking me so well, your thighs feel delicious, nnh, I cannot wait to fuck your ass, I cannot wait to make you scream.” His voice is stuck in a deep growl and he mouths at Barclays skin hungrily. 

“Whatever you want, babe.” Barclay says dreamily, resting his hand atop Sterns own, leaves crunching as he does. 

“That’s right, whatever I want, because you are mine, all mine, and I cannot believe it, ohlord, yesyes.” He thrusts as far as he can, the thick, flared base of his cock pushing through Barclays legs for the first time. Come spurts on Barclays belly, drips down his thighs, as Stern holds him close, growls giving way to higher, sweeter sounds. 

They collapse onto their sides, still tangled together. Barclay manages to turn, bring them face to face. Stern is grinning at him, claws coming up to carefully brush his hair from his face, and there’s the tell-tale thwup-thwup of his tail on the ground. 

“Well, that was a first.” 

“Never fucked a human before?”

“No, not that part. You, ah, you called” his voice goes shy, “you called me babe. Not really a pet name I’d ever thought someone would use on me when I looked like this.”

“Does it bug you?”

“Not at all.” He brings Barclays right palm up to his face and nuzzles it, then catches sight of his appearance, “oh dear, we should get back to the lodge so you can clean up before that...hardens.”

They pick their way back through the trees, unseen, and slip through the back door. When they reach Sterns room, Barclay strips off his dirty clothes and Stern picks up a small necklace. As soon as he puts it on, it’s now a purely human face that smiles at the other man. 

“I don’t usually forget it when I go out on a scouting mission. It just slipped my mind this time. Careless, really.”

“Dunno, think it worked out pretty well. Oh, here” Barclay takes the camera, pops out the chip and hands it to Stern, “that’s all the footage of you I got. Plus, like, some B-roll that I can retake tomorrow.”

Stern takes it, kisses his cheek, which turns into a tender, promising kiss on the lips. Reluctantly, Barclay breaks away to go shower. When he returns, Stern is in a set of matching, X-Files patterned pajamas, reading. He flips open the covers and Barclay crawls beneath them, the silk of the pajamas wonderfully cool against his bare skin as Stern nestles in his arms. 

“I must say, it is nice to find someone who’s bigger than me in at least one form. It makes for excellent cuddling.”

“Glad to be of service.” Barclay rests his cheek on Sterns forehead, “you still wanna go out tomorrow night?”

“Of course. Though I request that any fucking take place in my nice comfy bed. I keep finding leaves stuck in odd places.”

“You got a deal.”

“And, if you like and Mama is comfortable with you learning more about the lodge, I think I may know where you could find work as chef. Since it’s apparent to anyone who talks to you for more than five minutes that’s your true calling.”

“That’d be amazing.”

A final, sweet kiss. 

“Goodnight, Barclay.”

“Goodnight. Babe.”

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Terror (chapter five)

Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x Angie Dingley (OC)

A/N: Look, I've nothing to say about this. I don't know if I like this chapter, it almost had me dead, but now here it is. I hope you guys like it.

Summary: ? I don’t even ?

Warnings: language, violence, bad SMUT, alcohol and drug use.

The Dollhouse Club - Los Angeles

It was already 22pm when Angie got to the Dollhouse - the traffic was terrible - and she was worried that Vince would think she abandoned him cause she couldn't find him anywhere. Or any of the boys.

"A goddamn strip club" she chuckled to herself, while lighting a cigarette and pacing slowly towards the packed bar. Every man in that place was eyeing her up and down, as if she was a new striper, fresh meat for them. “Jack and coke, please” she announced, smiling to the cute bartender behind the counter.

"There you go" the girl slipped the little bottle of Jack Daniels, a can of coke and then the prettiest smile Angie has ever seen.

"Thanks, sweetheart" she opened the sealing with her thumb and chugged down the whole liquid.

"Wow" the bartender gasped and let out a giggle "What about the coke?" she leaned on the counter to get a better look at Angie.

"Do ya 'ave some? I'd love a bump" Angie meant it, even though she was just saying that to tease the girl.After seconds of eyes fucking each other, Angie noticed a really tall man approaching the stool next to her, he sat facing her, eating her with his stares. The man cleared his throat, now looking at the bartender, who just smiled politely and asked what he was having.

"Whiskey, neat" by the tone of voice he was already shit faced. Angie was ignoring him, drinking her coke and smoking her cigarette. She was mad at Vince, he was nowhere to be seen and now she was alone in there.

The bartender turned around and slipped the drink to the weird man, who was still staring. "There you go" she smiled and then her eyes darted to Angie again. "So, your not from around, right? Where are you from?"

"Warwickshire, babe, England" Angie smiled, adoring the brightness in that girl's eyes and to be honest, the way those clothes hugged tightly around her body.

"Oh, God save the queen, then" they giggled. "So, my shift ends in fifteen minutes... We could do something, have a drink or maybe get wasted"

"Babe, I'd love that, but I'm 'ere waiting for my friends" Angie touched the girls hand, causing her to smirk "But ya can definitely join us"

"I'd like that" more eye fucking. She was so pretty and sweet, maybe this wasn't even the place for her. The man moved again, this time he got up trying to look normal and sober. He steadied himself on the stool and walked slowly towards Angie and lowered his body, until his mouth was dangerously close to her ear and she could actually smell the alcohol and weed he exhaled.

"I wanna a dance, doll" he whispered. Angie didn't even flinch, the girl behind the counter was preparing drinks to a costumer but was still eyeing the situation.

"Well, the pole is right over there. Suit yourself, mate" she turned around and faced him, blowing the smoke on his face and pointing at the actually empty dance pole. "Step back and fuck off" she calmly warned him.

"I said I wanna a dance, you bitch" he grabbed Angie's wrist and pulled her violently off the stool, causing her to fall on her face. "I'll tip big" he laughed. A couple of people got up and looked over, not really sure if they should intervene or incite. The first thing that came in Angie's mind was Razzle's voice 'Don’t get in trouble, Angela' and she laughed bitterly, it was like she was a magnet.

She got up and noticed that next to that man she was a tiny little puppy but that never stopped her before. "I'll dance to ya in 'ell, fucker" she punched his stomach and he leaned in, giving her the chance to nudge his back twice. He fell on the ground, groaning and cussing. Everyone was looking, the girl behind the counter had called a security guard and he came running with two other man.

"Imma need you to leave, miss" the first one said while the other two took the hurt man by the armpits and put him on his feet.

Angie scoffed "I didn't do anythin' mate, he attacked me" she protested loudly. Her wrist hurt and she wanted to scream, kick that man in the face, bite him to draw blood. Her breath was unsteady, chest running up and down and she felt like the room was spinning.

"He attacked her, I saw everything, Brett" the bartender said. The security let go of Angie's bicep, shooting her an apologetic look. The other two guards dragged the attackers body throughout the club, kicking him out. "Sorry about that"

"Don't worry, love" Angie answered the girl with a smirk "I'm used to dickheads like him all the time" she sat down again, ignoring everyone's judgemental stares. "I'll have a beer please" she put her head in between her hands and sighed. Lighting another cigarette, she attentively observed everything around her, still waiting for the boys to come through the door. "How's your name, sweets?"

"Cherry" she smiled "It's on the house, babe"

"Your real name" Angie insisted. The girl smirked, not saying anything "That can't be ya real name, it's stupid" she nagged and the girl rolled her eyes.

"Oh, then I suppose your name is grand and majestic or something like that"

"Not even close, me name's Angela and I hate it" she said with a funny face which made Cherry giggle. She turned again to attend another costumer, giving Angie the chance to turn around and look at the stripers.

She recognized the song playing loudly and echoing through the pub. People were dancing, some watching the stripers dance on the pole, some gaining a lap dance, some doing drugs while getting a lap dance. It was amazing how those girls danced in those clothes and high heels, maybe she should feel bad for them being objectified all the time, but something inside of her screamed they were having a good time.

"You should go there and pay for a dance, babe, staring isn't nice" someone said next to her, she didn't turn to see who, but she could tell that the person was smiling.

"Maybe I will"

"Maybe you could dance for me" Angie huffed and her head turned slowly, when she reached the beautiful features of that man's face and stared into his green eyes, her heart skipped a beat. Nikki Sixx sat there with a smirk she couldn't and didn't want to forget, his eyes scanned her as well, stoping in her cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra which made harder for him not to glance every now and then.

"I've been waitin' for 'ours and 'ours, Sixx" she whined, faking a frown and pouting. Nikki laughed and shook his head.

"You got here fifteen minutes ago, Angela" he was facing the counter now, eyeing Cherry up and down when she finally asked what he was having. "A jack and coke, please"

"How long 'ave ya been 'ere?" she asked in confusion. She turned to face him and he had a smirk. He was clearly high out of his mind, she could tell by the way his eyes were restless.

"Two hours" she gasped.

"I've been lookin everywhere for ya guys, and now ya tell me that... Two fuckin' hours? Nothin better to do? I mean, it's saturday night and...”

"Well I was here waiting for you and those fuckers... And I got a little distracted" he cut her off. Angie shifted uncomfortable in her stool, a small and nervous smile playing on her lips. Nikki's gaze were still on her and it never was as awkward as now.

She wasn't sure why they'd do something like that. Vince called her, she came from another city, almost three hours in a cab. "Well, I'm pretty sure they stood us up, mate" she laughed a little. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm gonna kill 'em" he said while lighting a cigarette, offering one to her, who refused. Silence. Nikki only went quiet when he was thinking, she noticed. Or when he was tired and high. But not now, now he was embarrassed, not knowing what to do or say.

"Why didn't ya just... went home or I don't know, went to their houses to murder 'em all?" Angie rested her head in her hand.

"I was waiting for you, I just fucking told you that" Nikki rubbed his face, annoyed.

"Hmm" she hummed and laughed through her nose, not believing in a word coming out of his pretty mouth.

"hmm? It's all you have to say?"

"Ya hate me, Sixx, why would ya wait for me?" He didn't answered, instead he just let out a humourless laugh, biting his lips. Silence again. Angie got up and was ready to leave and search for the closest motel in that place. 'fucking wankers' was all she wanted to scream. "Good night, Sixx. I'd find better friends if I were ya"

Nikki got up and grabbed her wrist, holding her in place and making her flinch. It was still sore from before" No, you're not leaving now, I waited for you" he was confused and kind of hurt.

"I didn't ask ya to wait for me" she scoffed and pushed him lightly. His eyes scanned her once more, trying to know if she was joking or deadly serious, his grip still on her hand but now softly. "Nikki, stop, ya look like a creep" His other hand hold her face, his thumb brushed her lips and then he pulled her closer "Nikki..." he closed the gap and kissed her gently.

Angie looped her arms around his neck, causing Nikki to smile, which didn't go unnoticed by her. He slowly moved his hands down to her waist, then her hips, then her ass, squeezing harshly. "Come with me" he broke the kiss, still holding her body as close as possible.

"Wait...where?" she questioned with a smirk. He pulled her by the hand, going for the exit and soon enough, both of them were out on the street. "Where we're goin' Nikkie?"

"You talk to much, you know that?" he smirked again.

"Oh, honey, ya 'ave no fuckin' ideia" she kissed him again, but this time with urgency. Her hands ran up and down his chest, his hands were on her hair and her ass. "Ya know, I was gonna fuck the shit out of that cute bartender tonight, so ya better 'ave somethin' greater than that on your mind" she whispered, their forehead glue to each other, lips brushing and nose touching.

"I do, actually" she hummed again "I am gonna fuck the shit out of you"

...

Nikki had Angie's legs wrapped around his waist, while kissing and humping each other, trying to walk properly through the hallway of his building. He almost dropped her twice since they started making out on the first floor but she just laughed. "The keys are in my jacket pocket" he broke the kiss and whispered.

She fumbled, finding the keys and opening the door with a kick. They stumbled inside, laughing like two kids who just did something wrong. Nikki pressed Angie against the shut door, causing her to moan in his mouth when he rolled his hips into hers. "Fuck, Sixx"

He smirked "Eager, aren't we?" He was licking and marking her neck now, gaining more moans. Angie's hand went to his belt, unbuckling so fast he didn't even see when she threw it on the floor. "Oh no no no, baby" Nikki took a tight grip on her hand, stopping her "Last time you were on control we had I little problem"

"No, love, I was fine" she taunted "The idea of having you literally wrapped 'round me fingers just drove me insane. I touched myself thinking about ya that night" she blurted out, making Nikki's lip twitch in excitement and he felt his pants getting tighter.

Angie jumped from his lap, causing him to whine. She dragged him to the nearest comfortable surface she could find, the couch, and shoved him down. "Ya know, I'm not even mad with the boys anymore" she smiled and confessed, straddling him. Nikki grabbed her by the hip, pulling her impossibly closer to him, kissing her for dear life. "How drunk are ya, babe?" She asked softly.

"Well, it's only ten thirty so... not that much" he said confused and she giggled "Why?"

"Cause I want us both to remember this time" Angie hold the hem of her shirt, removing it with grace, Nikki made sure just to watch her bare and beautiful torso, she then pulled his shirt over his head. They were already sweaty from the previous make out session on the corridor, which just turned them on even more.

Nikki pulled her again for a kiss, calmer this time. Angie started to roll her hips, making sure to swallow every moan that escaped his lips. His big hands ran freely on her thighs, but the leather pants were getting on the way. "These need to come off, angel" and his next move was to push her to lay beneath him.

He started to unbutton her pants, pulling down her legs and throwing somewhere else and it was his time to roll his hips into hers again, she didn't moan but her nails dig deep in his arms. "Ya still 'ave yours on" she managed to say, even though she was almost begging him to fuck her brains out. He was quick to remove his pants, leaving them both only in their underwear.

Nikki's mouth worked fast, he was sucking on her left nipple while his fingers played with the other one. Angie's eyes were closed and she played with his hair. With a pop, he let go of her breast and looked up, admiring her expression, and it was quite the view.

"Fuck, Angel" Nikki breathed out and started to kiss down her stomach, his thumb rubbed her inner thighs causing her to shiver. "I want you to..." he sat up, still eyeing her "I want you to sit on my face, angel"

Angie gasped once he said that and also when his fingers touched her wetness through the fabric of her panties. They switched places, Nikki was laying with his head on a pillow and Angie's legs were on each side of him. "Are ya sure? I don't want to suffocate ya, Nikki"

"There's better way to die than this?" he teased her entrance again "Take it off already, Angela"

"Eager, aren't we, pretty boy?" She looped her fingers on the silky fabric and pulled down, tossing on his face. "I've never done this before, Sixx, so if ya die it's not my fault"

"Shut up and come here" she moved towards him, being careful not to pull his hair. His hand found her hips and pulled her down, making her moan so loud that he had to laugh Nikki kissed her slit and then her clit, Angie's back arched and she let out another moan, this time quieter. His tongue started licking every inch of her, he flicked her clit just to watch her melt and praise him name.

"Fuck, Sixx" she steadied herself and now her hips rolled on his mouth. Nikki could felt his boxers getting the best of him. Angie held his head up while grinding on his face, she was loving every second of that, the sounds Nikki made was driving her mad. Her eyes shot open, looking down, smirking to him while he ete her out.

"So pretty" he hummed, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. Her stomach tightened and her legs involuntarily closed, only for Nikki hold her and spread her even more.

"HOLY FU... Nikki, I'm gonna cum" she screamed, holding on the couch for dear life. His tongue flicked her one more time and she held her breath.

"Then cum all over my face, babe" and then she did with a final scream. Nikki sucked every drop of it, causing her to flich for being so sensitive. "That was something" he said while pushing her off of him gently. Angie was a mess, a beautiful, hot, sweet mess. She was sitting on his thighs, taking her time to recover.

"Your turn, Sixter" her hand taunted him through his boxers, making him moan on her neck. She gave him a few strokes, painfully slow ones. "I'll be nice to ya this time, babe" she pulled his dick out, going a little faster now. Nikki kissed her neck, moaning softly.

Angie got up and pushed him back, spreading his legs so she could position herself in between. His expression made her laugh, he was staring with his mouth open, almost not believing what was happening. She licked his tip, earning a gasp, so she continued, now from the base to the tip. Nikki's hand took some strands of hair off her face, then he took a fist full of her colorful hair.

"I like you like this, with your mouth occupied" he whispered. Angie put half in her mouth and was about to suck him off when she looked him deadly in the eyes.

"Yeah, you're a real poet with your mouth shut as well, Sixx" and went back, now taking almost all of him at once. She began slowly, just to annoy him, but soon the urgency took over him and his hand entangled on her hair. His head fell on the couch, his mouth was open and she smirked again. Her hands helped a lot cause he was big, and he was loving the feeling of her mouth and tongue working so well to drive him over the edge. He was groaning loudly and his hips unsteady, she noticed, she bobbed her head faster, gagging when his tip hit her throat.

"Fuck, Angie" he breath out "So fucking good" she giggle and dug her nails on his thighs, sending him a wave of pleasure. Nikki hold her head in place, fucking himself on her mouth, soon releasing everything he had with a loud moan and a curse. Angie's eyes were watering, and his cum was dripping from the corners of her lips. "You don't have to swallow that" his index finger touched her chin and she opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out and drooled everything.

"We're gonna need a condom" she got up and walked to his bathroom, searching everywhere for a package. When she found one, she returned to the living room just to see Nikki walking up to her, pulling her by the hands and taking her to his bedroom. "We already messed up the couch, love, why messing your bed as well"

Nikki smirked "I wanna mess every room in this place as long as it's with you" he shushed her with a kiss. Her hands quickly took the condom out, giving it to him who in seconds put on his hardness. His fingers played with her wetness once more, before pushing her softly on the matress and straddling her without breaking the kiss. "Fucking soaked"

"Shut up and fuck me, mate" Angie commanded and Nikki squinted his hungry eyes at her. He teased her entrance, only to push himself in all at once, making her hiss. "Oh boy" she cried, wrapping her legs around him. He took that as a sign and started to move slowly. Angie's eyes were glued on his, full of lust and desire, Nikki wished she could look away or he wouldn't last long, but something deep in her soul called for him and he smiled a little.

"Ride me" he moaned and she nodded, switching with him again. Her arms wrapped around his neck, they were so close now, their body, their scent, their sweat, their movement were just one now. Angie's fingers hovered his lips and he opened his mouth, sucking on the two digits and she smirked, trailing down to rub her clit with his spit. "Fuck, babe, you're so hot" he groaned. Their movements were getting sloppy, Angie's thighs muscles hurt, Nikki's back as well. "I'm gonna cum" they both said at the same time.

With a final bounce, Angie let out a shaky breath and Nikki moaned softly, they came together and then both collapsed on the bed. She giggled, making him smile as well, not sure why. "I'm definitely not mad at the boys anymore"

He got up and tossed her a cleaned shirt "Don't you dare burn this one. You can take a shower and clean yourself up" he laid back down, lighting another cigarette and eyeing her beautiful body and she stared back "What?"

"Nothing" she got up and went to the bathroom. "Ya can join me if ya want" she bit her lip, but he shook his head not looking in her direction. "Okay" she closed the door and turned on the shower. After three minutes, she got out, dried and using the shirt Nikki just handed her. "Can we share the bed? I don't wanna sleep alone on your couch" he got up and nodded, walking slowly towards the bathroom and closing the door.

"Oh, boy" she let out a sigh and laid down. Smelling Nikki's pillow, a mixture of his shampoo, sweat, cigarettes and well, Nikki. "Fuck me" she shook away the weird feeling of not wanting to go home, to stay here with him and be his girl. 'Thats never gonna 'appen, Angela, your way of life won't allow it, ya 'ave a band and a brother to go back to' she thought. 'Nikki Sixx it's not boyfriend material and your are definitely not girlfriend material, it'd be cheating and fighting all the time, hurt feelings and heartbreaks and you're too young for that shit'

Nikki got out and soon joined her, who was half asleep when he pulled the covers up, but she still managed to ask him softly "Who's Frankie?" Angie felt him tense up and he didn't answered, but that thing had stuck in her head since she heard earlier in the club.

"Frankie died just the other night

Some say it was suicide

But we know

How the story goes" she sang softly, trying to remember the right lyrics. "Did you wrote that? It's a beautiful song, sad but..."

"Yeah, I wrote. Frankie was just this kid I used to know" he stammered "But he's dead now, he's not important, you should go to sleep"

"Well, he must be, cause ya wrote a whole ass song for him" she turned to face Nikki, who's face was rigid. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry"

"Then shut up and go to sleep" he hissed coldly in her face, soon regretting his choices cause Angie just stared in shock "Fuck. He's dead, Angie and it's all you gonna know about it" he turned his back on her, still tensed up.

"Let's see then" she whispered, closing her eyes and immediately falling asleep.

...

Tag List: @floatautumnleaf @flizaa @triplehaitches @miss-ncthing @anon-1112 @tamedhearts @shamelessobsessions @langdonsdream @scarecrowmax @motherloovebone (sorry if I forgot anyone and please let me know if you want to be tagged)

[daoimean]

Pink in the Night V: Pink Hibiscus

Chapter IV | Ao3 Link

Summary: 

Fellas, is it gay to be madly in love with your gal pal? As war rages and internal demons fester, Glimmer struggles to come to terms with her feelings.

Pairings: Glimmadora (Glimmer/Adora) 

Warnings: N/A 

Word Count: 1,643

"The world is burning." 

  "I know." 

  "Everything's changing." 

  "I know." 

  "I'm so scared." 

  "Me too." 

  "I'm so tired." 

  "Me too." 

  "I want this to end." 

  Hands stop shaking once they're clasped in a grounding warmth. Stifled tears flow freely once the first escaped trail is wiped away with a touch as gently reverent as the moonlight's caress. And in an embrace that pulls together the crumbling pieces, it's finally safe to fall apart.

  "I want this to last forever." A whisper, choked and muffled. 

  "Me too." Faraway. But sincere. 

  Sometimes, it's hard to tell where one of them ends and the other begins. 

  At times like this, does it really matter? 

  Later that night, as Glimmer nestles her head on her sleeping girlfriend's chest, the steady rise and fall of a mercifully peaceful slumber soothing her like the rolling tides washing over the windwrought sand, a thought, dumb and crazy, suddenly takes form in her mind. A rogue flicker dancing on the surface of the waves, unanchored, unmoored; reflected in the languid smile it brings across her lips. 

  For the first time in a while, she doesn't try to comend with sleep's lulling current. Wilfully succumbing to the exhaustion weighing down on her lids, she dives into the darkness and dreams of the stars. 

  ---

  "Morning, sleepyhead." 

  "Hrrrrmmm..." 

  Glimmer makes an attempt to roll over, draw the sheets over her head and capture whatever precious fragments of remaining sleep she can get, but she's captured with a kiss to the cheek before she can summon the capacity to move, and immediately any annoyance at being woken up early seems to evaporate into thin air. 

  Besides, it dawns on her once she finally manages to open her eyes, her bleary vision slowly, lazily, bringing her surroundings into focus— it isn't that early. 

  Adora confirms this when she draws open the curtains, allowing daylight to spill through and flood the room in blinding light that Glimmer's eyes once again have to readjust to.  

  Since that night, the thick grey overcast of a gloomy spring has parted ways to a gloriously rose gold summer. She's seen the shift through Adora, too, everyday her smiles looking just a little brighter, her limbs a little lighter. In the loose blitheness of her motions, almost gliding through the simple act of crossing the room, billowing the wisps of hair that fall from her haphazard ponytail and over her near-bare shoulders, Adora may as well be dancing in the clouds. She thinks she might even be able to join her. 

  And suddenly, Glimmer feels awake, propelled out of bed by the inclination that sends an invigorating jolt of glee through her veins. Adora blinks in confusion when she takes her hands, stumbling as Glimmer takes one step back and then to the side, trying to pull her in tow. 

  "What are you—" 

  " Dance with me, you dummy!" 

  " Oh! Right!"

  Adora lets go of one of Glimmer's hands to lead her into a twirl, and now it's Glimmer who stumbles, almost slipping on the marble floor as she trips over her own bare feet. She's caught just in time, and Adora takes the chance to lower her into a dip, sending Glimmer's heart into a mini somersault. Determined to hide this, she drapes one arm around Adora's neck, batting her eyelashes, a jovial attempt at being seductive— but she can't keep in the giggles long enough for it to work, as if she ever had a seductive bone in her body to begin with. 

  They must look so silly . Dancing badly in their bedroom to a nonexistent tune, Adora in sandals as her usual get-up switched out for shorts and a tank top, while Glimmer's still in her giant sleep shirt— but damn it, it's nice to be silly, they deserve to be silly. With a flash of accidental eye contact, Glimmer splutters with laughter, and Adora starts giggling too, a light blush blooming across her cheeks. She's glowing this morning, wrapped in daylight like it doesn't want to let her go, so beautiful it's almost heartwrenching. Happy, fresh— young . 

  She is young, Glimmer reminds herself, as she often has to, we both are. 

  It's then that Adora's smile falters. She looks away, frowning. Something in Glimmer can tell it's not serious, but she furrows her brow in exaggerated concern. "What's up?" 

  "We're not doing this right." 

  "Huh?" 

  "Hold on," Adora purses her lips, like she's trying to hold in laughter, "I've got this." 

  Glimmer takes a step back as Adora lets her go, watching her with a raised brow. She hadn't realised there was a right or wrong way for girlfriends to dance spontaneously in their room, but Adora seems to be preparing something. She clears her throat, smooths down her tank top and her hair, and then bows with a flourish— so low and dramatic that her nose crinkles as her ponytail flops over her face. 

  She should have seen it coming. 

  "Your Majeeeesty ." Adora extends a hand, drawling the title in a voice several octaves lower than her own. "May I take this dance?" 

  Glimmer rolls her eyes. " No ," she answers, in the firmest, most authoritative, incidentally most queenly voice she can muster, swiftly turning away with a swatting motion, "you may not." Adora tries to reach for her hand and she pulls it from her grasp, folding her arms. "Not til you stop calling me that."

  "Aw, Glimmer ." While Glimmer's not nearly as annoyed as she's playing up, her pout melts alongside the rest of her when Adora's arms slide around her from behind. She sinks back into the embrace, tilting her head to accept the wordless apology that comes as a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry," Adora murmurs, "I'll will stop. Eventually. I just love seeing you get all grumpy and flustered ."

  "I am not grumpy or flustered !" Glimmer insists, feeling an unwelcome heat creeping up her face. But she does turn back around, reaching to cup Adora's cheeks, standing on her tip-toes to give her a proper kiss. "Stop being so irresistible while you're at it," she adds, very lightly papping her cheek, "I can't even stay mad at you." 

  "And I can't stop annoying you, so I guess it works out." Adora grins, giving her a peck on the nose. Glimmer sticks her tongue out childishly in response, but honestly, all she really wants to do is to kiss that smile again. And again, and again, and— "—Aaand I just remembered what I actually woke you up for."

  "You mean that wasn't just to annoy me?" Glimmer gets back on her tiptoes, looping her arms around Adora's neck, drawing herself closer once more. Whatever the reason, unless it's that the Horde have invaded Bright Moon or there's cinnamon buns leftover from breakfast, it can probably wait a kiss or two. "You know I like to sleep in."

  "And you know I won't ever deprive you of your lie-ins unless I have to." Adora traces the tips of her fingers up Glimmer's cheekbone, idly tucking back a few stray strands before letting her hand venture up into her hair. It's still growing out; she can't seem to bring herself to cut it. "I'm not that cruel. It's just that your dad's back, and—" 

  "Huh?" Glimmer blinks, her brain functions momentarily halting. "Already?"

  "Yup, Casta's with him, they wanted to know if—"

  Glimmer's already getting dressed, throwing her shirt over her chair (Adora then folds it up and sets it neatly on the bed— they've previously argued over what Glimmer proclaimed The Laundry Chair, and she's usually tried to be more adherent to Adora's affinity for order and tidiness since then) and opting to follow Adora's lead in dressing down with a simple lilac sundress her mom got her a few years ago, that she hated at the time for reasons she can't remember. Adora comes behind her again as she sifts through the closet for her ballet pumps, placing something in her hair; when she catches herself in the mirror, she sees it's a flower hairpin; a pink hibiscus. She forgot she even had that. 

  What she does remember is the pink hibiscus that 'tied together' Adora's terrible 'totally-not-a-Hordeswoman' disguise. There's not a lot else she can recall about the day they first met, just because it was all so chaotic and nonsensical (which really set the theme for the Best Friend Squad's ensuing adventures, in all honesty). She can remember the hatred , that surge of near-murderous anger shooting up through her veins, upon setting eyes on a girl in Horde uniform. She also remembers just hours later, catching a furtive glimpse of that same girl, with a pink hibiscus in her hair, letting her hardened features soften over in a wistful fascination as she watched the villagers go about their joyously simple lives. She's pretty sure that's the first time she felt a flicker of something for the Horde soldier she was supposed to despise, something that doused that visceral fury and bloomed as something else, something equally fervent. 

  The memory momentarily pulls her from her haste. She can see Adora in her reflection. The warmth of her smile, the light of Glimmer's world. The knowing glint in her eye. She remembers too. 

  She turns to see her in person, taking her hand, tangling their fingers, and kisses her hastily like it's their first, desperately like it's their last. It's neither of those, she just really wanted to kiss her. 

  It's funny, she thinks, how the strings of fate can pull the unlikeliest of people together; how two such people can come to harmonise their tunes, dance together to the same melody. 

  How would Glimmer have reacted, back then, if she'd been told it would work out like this? 

  If she'd known, by this point in time, she would already have a ring picked out?  

[mypheralside]

Okay, can we talk about SCI episode 17 please because IT IS 100% THE GOOD STUFF and i am here for it. I mean, we can summarise as follows:

~ Zhan Yao gets jealous at the return of Bai Yutong's past love interest ~ they fight visciously in front of their SCI kids and split up ~ ZY immediately takes a nose-dive into the dark/bonkers side and starts falling apart ~ ZY goes off and gets his own love interest thank you very much ~ BY gets jealous/worried and stalks him ~ meanwhile Zhan Zhen appears to be effectively following Bai Chi everywhere at this point

LET'S BREAK THIS DOWN PEOPLE.

OHH my god how amazing is this. Full on married bickering, and JESUS they maintain eye contact for actual MINUTES, the kids don't know what to do, Wang Shao is literally physically incapacitated from conflict and i love the mix of worry and hilarity this is causing the team at this stage. Plus Bai Chi has absolutely become Zhao Fu's guardian in this episode, and has clearly found that force-feeding him is the best way to stop him saying something stupid:

The next scene is just as much gold, honestly, i ADORE this habit Zhan Jue has of creeping around Zhan Yao:

And actually, his ability to hypnotise his way into the police station (did he hypnostise the flourescent lighting too?) is less worrying than the way he seems to be getting Zhan Yao to LISTEN TO HIM - Zhan Yao stop! Look away from the darkness!! (but don't, because i love iitttttt) And how poetically awful and wonderful that Zhan Yao is drawing away from Bai Yutong (he's not even going to tell him Zhan Jue was there is he??) as he draws nearer to Zhan Jue, uughhhhhh it's scary and amazing.

Meanwhile, Bai Yutong is off drowning his sorrows and trying to convince himself that he doesn't want Zhan Yao around. Number one YaoYutong shipper Feng Jie is unconvinced.

"Ah-Jie, why don't you come back? Come to SCI."

omg bai yutttO ng nOo oO!!

GASP. D:

I do love how he calls his old buddy ah-Jie though, so sweet. But goddamnit Bai Yutong, call Zhan Yao ah-Yao!! ::throws tantrum::

Meanwhile meanwhile, Zhan Yao's pottery boyfriend (this is his name now, i can't remember names) romances him with compliments on his eye for bowls. :/

Okay this scene where they converge at the scene of the next attack is honestly the most hilarious. Bai Yutong are glaring angrily as they approach, and Feng Jie is like hiiii :D what a fantastic third wheel

And WHAT is that look at the end Zhan Yao?? So freaking wry, this is the kind of quality content i am here for. I've never actually see anyone nail the "don't give me that shit" look quite so perfectly.

We'll skip past weird hood lady, and go straight to "I'm being burned to death!" which is the most hilarious thing I've heard and MOST DEFINITELY NOT what i would be shouting while being burned to death, I'll tell you that bloody much. I'd be shouting "Auughhhhleeerrhhhhggeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"

^^ In which Zhan Yao gets the crazy eyes, and Bai Yutong continues to show his affection in the form of utter frustration and shoving.

Boys please stop eye-forking each other in public and just SNOG ALREADY. Looping gifs of our boys being outraged at each other are my favourite thing haaaa.

"Just look at what's become of Bai Sir already!"

HOW ADORABLE IS THIS??! SCI kids getting all concerned about their dad, and i am just rolling happily in the idea that they can all see how rattled Bai Yutong is, how much this has gotten under his skin.

And frankly, the entire team are now pretty much convinced it's supernatural stuff here, even Gongsun says so, and Bai Yutong is the only one left with his head on his shoulders, knowing it's something explainable but on his own trying to work out what. If that isn't an excellent excuse for a slow close up on his beautiful face, i don't know what is:

I kinda adore how beaten both Bai Yutong and Zhan Yao look in the scene in Bai Yutong's office too.

They both look tired and bit hopeless, but as the conversation goes on it's very obvious that Zhan Yao is incredibly strained. He's sarcastic, disbelieving, and seems to think Bai Yutong is no longer trustworthy. You can almost see Zhan Jue worming his way into his head.

They are continually trying, gravitating towards each other but then snapping and snipping and falling apart. Zhan Yao is definitely losing his rationality here and Bai Yutong doesn't know how to pull him back.

I AM HERE FOR ZHAN YAO'S DESCENT INTO MADNESS, honestly. :D

^^ Umm, Jiang Ling, are you... are you okay?

And then, THEN, WONDERFULLY, despite all this bickering and hurt, despite all this trading insults, Bai Yutong is instantly on guard when Zhan Yao shows signs of distress, immediately telling his team to shut up and not mention supernatural stuff again. And jesus, Zhan Yao has gone off the deep end, fuck if i didn't know i was a hurt/comfort fan i'd know for sure now:

Zhan Yao is pretty much in a fever dream at this point, the poor bloke is completely gone. And Bai Yutong is trying, but he's not the best at this, and manages to shame Zhan Yao by sharing his fear of ghosts with the team during another bickering session.

Bao Sir breaks up the mess, and saves the SCI kids from having to stand around awkwardly any longer.

Let's skip ahead to the next scene, wherein someone called 'Elder Ding' has possibly the most hilarious name I've ever heard, and Bai Yutong looks utterly terrified by the brief possibility that his sister might have come looking for him. I mean, i feel you Bai Sir, she is terrifying and bloody weird.

She has her uses though, including letting Bai Yutong know that Zhan Yao has been spending time with a MAN (gasp) and not only is his face of surprise kind of adorable, but after he realises it's probably his informant and not a boyfriend his reaction is just kinda wonderful:

I am getting like 75% disappointment that Zhan Yao isn't confirmed gay but 25% relief that he's not got a boyfriend.

Sister Bai's control over Bai Yutong continues to be one of my favourite things. She says "get up" and his meek obedient response is beautiful:

Now we have a brief interlude during which we're reminded that Zhan Zhen now follows Bai Chi everywhere obsessively, and nevermind all that because can I just point that even once he's rumbled and set on fire, the scam boss actually continues to hold his fake 'broken' arm?

I mean that is serious dedication.

Okay oblig gif of these two being adorable:

Meanwhile meanwhile meanwhile, Zhan Yao is on a date with Suddenly Rugged Pottery Boyfriend, and our lovely show director give away Bai Yutong and Sister completely. His blowing their cover leads to Bai Yutong yet again failing to find a way to get through to Zhan Yao, and instead getting caught up in bickering again. When Zhan Yao isn't looking like he's about to pop an eyeball or cry, it's kinda funny. "Who's following you, there's only one door!!" Lmao!

Bai Yutong retreats to the drink with his Ah-Jie, i stare lovingly at his biceps for a while (petition for Bai Yutong's shirt to get incrementally more see-through with every episode), and Bai Yutong continues to be completely befuddled by everyone suddenly having girlfriends/boyfriends:

WHEN WILL POOR BAI YUTONG GET A BOYFRIEND? Poor boy, how much bigger must he make his biceps.

And finally, we end with Feng Jie asking to join SCI, answering Bai Yutong's request. D: SHiiiitttttt.

So to summarise (again) this episode was filled with adorable bickering, Zhan Yao descending into a nightmare and Bai Yutong helpless to rescue him while SCI kids stand around awkwardly and Feng Jie plays a giant gooseberry. I EFFING LOVE IT.

[changji]

Wow you really went off the other day but at least it was worth it 😪 I normally look at the scenery when I’m on a road trip, but then I get bored of it and decide to sleep bc there’s nothing else to do. Motion sickness must suck :(( do you take gravol or something to help with it? Coffee literally drains the life out of my funds it hurts me

Yes omg pls make me cookies I love them. Maybe you can even open a bakery with pastries and sell some good /cheap/ coffee. Ilyt my dear baker 🥺 ye I’m not the biggest fan of my bday either but gotta celebrate anyway!! One year closer to death woohoo 🎉🎉 your birthday is the most important day of the year!!! You can’t fight me on this I’m right

Pearls are so good. Like most places I go to don’t add anything to the pearls so it’s just bland squishy balls but the place I frequent adds I think honey to sweeten them. It gives the pearls life istg. It tastes so good 🤤 hollering is a funny word. For some reason I always associate it with yodelling which makes me laugh

Ksks you must be op if you can make a joke in the wall with a door slam. I can’t relate my arms are literally sticks and I have no strength in me. Chrome books are terrible in general. Add my schools terrible wifi and you get one big recipe for disaster. I’d never fight u either (unless it’s for your bday) ily too much for that 🥺🥺🥺

Hahah I think it’s me. I haven’t heard anyone say “go ham” except for the people who go to my school. I find it really funny tho so I try to incorporate it whenever I can LOL easily burnt? Can’t relate but apparently I easily tan. There’s this one diagonal stripe on my shoulder that separates pale me and tan me which ??? How did that happen and what was I wearing for that to happen??

It’s all fun and games until you go outside and see a mountain of snow waiting for you to be shovelled. But there are some good aspects to winter, like skating and skiing and all that fun stuff. Snow is so heavy?? Or maybe I’m just weak but after I finish shovelling I’m beat. Gardening is not my thing. There’s too many bugs involved flying around 🥴

Kind of? I always thought it was short for cappuccino but I could be wrong. They don’t taste like fraps tho, they’re sm better. I was always a frap hoe until I discovered lattes. My old elementary school was close to a Starbucks so whenever frappy hour was happening, my friends and I would go almost every day LOL

I heard that dunkin coffee is really good. Oof there’s so many things that the us have that Canada doesn’t. But apparently you guys don’t have ketchup chips?? How can one live without them? You know that’s what soulmates are, we’re stuck together forever and I don’t mind that. I’d never leave you 😌😌

YES OMG LATTES ARE SO EXPENSIVE. I pay around the same amount and my wallet cries every time. If you ever yeet yourself off a bridge I’d come visit u in hell and bring u iced coffee 💖 we really are soulmates wtf I get almond milk in my lattes as well!! I used to get normal milk and was like “I’m a bad bitch milk can’t hurt me” but that didn’t really work out. Sigh what we do for coffee 😔

Washing dishes is disgusting. I hate doing them but yk someone’s gotta do it and that someone is me 😤 I’m acc lazy when it comes to smoothies, I usually ask my mom to make them LMAO. Pancakes are pretty much made of flour if you think about it so technically when u eat one plain ur eating cooked flour,, how barbaric. Waffles are Built. Like. They have a 20 pack 😪😪

I love angst personally so pls go ham but not too ham I’d like to keep my heart. Honestly at this point my last brain cell has given up on me. But yes I love angst and I love torturing myself with heart wrenching angst that leaves me crying into my pillow at 3am (I’m talking about this one haikyuu fic that I forgot the name of. I was literally dying inside jalsjwo)

Pls do send me peet’s I’ll send you an iced capp in a cooler so it’ll be somewhat melted and probably spilt everywhere 🤪 tumblrs probably gonna block me again, I’m looking at how much I’ve typed rn and it’s a lot lmaoo. Yes I managed to save myself. I redid the whole last with less detail bc I was not Having It but it turned out better?? How is ur drawing now?

I start after labour day in September. But starting in 3 weeks?????? On a Thursday?? I could never wtf. When do you end? I’m so confused with these ap and honours thing, like there’s none offered in my school nor majority of the school district. Are they just advanced classes or something? It is 7 classes a semester or the whole year?

Stan talent i think you meant yourself??? Jsjsksk I am not only ur coffee soulmate I’m not #1 fan as well and I support u bc ily 🥺🥺 the read more tag had me laughing for a hot minute. Like we really could make an essay out of all of our replies. I don’t have any pets (besides fish does that count?) unfortunately bc my moms allergic to fur 🥺 hbu?? (I can’t believe tumblr blocked me again they can fight me)

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i didn’t even pay LOL i freeloaded off my cousin 🤧 i like to look @ scenery sometimes but like i can’t bc my head hurts LOL and the scenery is always the same for me, mountains and fields with cows. i try to take dramamine but it makes me so drowsy that i’m just basically dead,,, i live off of my cousins money so i’m okay 🤪

tbh i use nestle toll house pre made cookie dough, like that shit actually slaps. it’s the best it’s so good omg, perfect for lazy hoes 🤧 death here we go ! the order is ur bday, then skz debut date, and then christmas i don’t make the rules sorry sis 😤

pearls are Dangerous, i once drank a smoothie and there were pearls in it and i couldn’t see them bc there were like. only 3 and they were Buried under the smoothie but i choked and almost died but i chewed one of them and it’s like. so weird. HOLLERING AND YODELING IM- i once went to some public yodeling class and left in 2 seconds bc it was a bunch of white boys dressed like the kid from walmart 😪

it’s not even strength i’m actually rly weak,, i always think the doors are closed but they’re not and so i like slam them open and the walls are thin so it’s just. a sad hole. terrible wifi,, my school has pretty good wifi tbh but we have like three connections, one for the chrome books only, one for the teachers & staff, and one for students and guests. like it works rly good but everyone has a VPN bc of stupid social media restrictions 😤 & ilyt 🥺 u would probably win in a fight tho LOL

go ham is so interesting. the first time i heard it i thought it meant go pig and i was so confused but ig,,, i live lathered in sun screen whenever i go somewhere with the sun. ppl are like “i smell sun screen” and im just there like 🙃 it’s me u got a problem u burnt chicken nugget ??? i wish i tanned easily, i have a tan friend and when i showed her when my legs got tan she was so confused. i thought i was tan tho? bc during marching band season my sock tan becomes So Bad i’m basically white. she said she was blinded when she saw me pull my sock down and i laughed so hard LOL & i hate those dumb random tan lines like. where u @ bro? where u come from??

snow is fun for like a day and then i get tired LOL i csn only handle wet socks and a red nose for so long 😔 i tried skiing one time and i did so bad that the instructor had to hold me down and walk with me down the slope. i fell so many times i think he hated me 😳 i’m also rly bad at skating? i went w my friends once and i held both of their hands and still managed to bring both of them down when i fell. a cute guy once helped me when i was struggling to walk so 🥴 not my brightest moment tbh,, trying to walk in skates while on ice. do u enjoy skiing/skating? also gardening is. gross. worms and dirt and the sun i’m not here for it.

u: cappuccinos! me: ...ice bergs,,, now that i think about it fraps kinda suck,,, i used to think i was So Cool for drinking starbucks but now i’m like. wow. i used to think there was coffee in a frap but it’s just. sugar and ice LOL also speaking of tmrw is bogo fraps here,, idk if it’s all over the world but myb u should check it out 😪

dunkins okay it depends on what you get, i once got an iced latte and it was good but my dad got an iced coffee and he like. hated it so we had to switch and it was so bad like. it was coffee crime. it was horrible and not strong it was basically milk 😤 also,, ketchup chip? i just googled what that was and. that’s literally so weird. fun fact i hate ketchup and all other condiments i can only eat bbq sauce and i tolerate steak sauce

UR LITERALLY SO CUTE OKAY UR MINE NOW HHHH

i mentioned this in the other ask but. we going broke bitches club 😪 when u come visit me it’ll be old town road the one w mason ramsey on a loop. nothing will top the og remix but no, i’ll be stuck listening to some 5 year old rap for all of eternity

I USED TO BE SUCH A GOOD KID AND DRINK MILK EVERY MORNING ever since i got to middle school i preferred sleep over waffles and milk and i hardly drink milk but when i do. my stomach does not have it.

my mom made me wash dishes today and she just stared at me when i put ziploc bags on my hands bc we didn’t have gloves but i just painted my nails and i’m not abt to put myself thru chipped nails. not yet 😤 waffles are so good like i love waffles and lattes only 🤧

well i’ll go very ham (am i doing it right LOL) 😤 the angst ending is a lot better than the open ended or happy ones LOL i’m so excited for it 🥺 i’m rly tryna get it out before the end of this month bc the edit says july and it’ll make me Mad if i don’t get it out before the end of this month

i wanna start in september 🤧 and i usually end in the first week of june. also on a wednesday LOL it’s gross. stupid. ap means advanced placement so it’s just. a college level class. lowkey mad bc i’m taking ap euro (as a sophomore 😒) and other schools take it in their senior years? apparently this is normal? and honors are just faster paced classes with more weighting so,, idrk oops 😬 some people take 7 classes in a semester but i took it for the whole year! this year i’m dropping orchestra i’m Not for that spit in the carpet life

the only talent in this house goes by ada and jisung. i don’t make the rules. i’m ur #1 fan 🥺 as soon as u post anything i automatically smash that rb button LOL also put a read more here bc like. we’re really out here writing a whole ass essay. i’ll look @ all our convos bet it’ll be like. a lot. i don’t wanna say smth and be off so i’ll just not. i have a dog! he’s the cutest in the world and i love him sm 🥺 tumblr can fight me first like. what’s this ask limit bull hhhhh

[gilbirda]

Human courting is confusing. Chapter 29

Warning: mentions of blood. In case people feel uncomfortable with the issue.

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Chapter 29: Doing something sweet    

“Not yet, slug.”

“Why not?” she complained, pouting.

“Because I don’t want to. And less talking and more staying still,” he ordered as he pulled her hands once again, tying them with the looped rope in his hands to perform a single knot. He could do intricate loops with his eyes closed, always with the perfect amount of tightness, not really worried about messing up in any way. He could always cut them with his claws.

Yako supposed that it was a perk of having a demon boyfriend.

“What are going to do toda-?”

“No talking,” he interrupted her as he finished the last knot and cut the rope, his sharp eyes analyzing his work.

“But-”

In a swift movement he silenced her with a kiss and pushed her back to the bed before she could register what just happened.

“Hey!”

“Turn around.”

With a dramatic sigh she did as was told, not really trying to be mad at him. Both knew that she trusted him not to do anything potentially dangerous and that she lowkey liked when he was all bossy in this situations.

She hummed a tune as she felt his hands work on her ankles and knees, letting herself feel the subtle caresses each time he lifted them to loop the rope around her soft limbs. It was a language they both talked between them, no words needed when your mate could see your intentions in your eyes. Each time he planted a soft kiss on her feet or on her thighs, she knew he loved her without needing him to actually say it. Her initial fears of being trapped in a one-sided relationship were vanquished after she learned how to speak without words and understood every action the demon did around her.

It was sweet, in a way, to share a secret language with your significant other.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, louse,” Neuro pinched her butt and Yako jumped on her place on the bed.

“I wasn’t sleeping. What a way to kill the mood,” she grumbled the last part to the mattress.

“I heard you.”

***

Several minutes later the human found herself completely immobilized in a kneeling position that wasn’t new for her. Her wrists were tied together and to a long rope that went all the way to the ceiling, her ankles tightly attached to her thighs so that her legs were forced open over the soft fabric of the bed.

“You are being pretty unoriginal today,” she commented.

“Keep talking and I’ll gag you,” Neuro answered taking a step back to admire his handiwork. Yako was giving him the full view of her pink lace underwear that matched the negligée, a damp spot in the center of the cloth. Her tied hands were over her head, curving her body in a delicious way.

“I thought you said you wanted to hear me,” she retorted and turned her head as much as she could to give him a tantalizing look. Neuro cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh, but I do,” he approached her and stood in front of the bed in a spot where she couldn’t see him. That’s why, when he gently placed his fingers on her burning pussy, she made a little surprised sound.

But he didn’t stop there. He pressed a finger in the covered private place, smiling as the human squirmed trying to close her legs but being unable to. If she tried to move an inch he pressed even more on the spot and she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, at least not so soon.

“Stop that,” he reprimanded, his other hand caressing softly upwards over the fabric of her clothes, “you know we both like your sounds.”

She refused to answer, choosing to close her eyes instead and letting herself feel the distant touch of her husband on her sensitive skin (probably because of the overload of demon energy on her system). She wished she didn’t have the negligée on and that Neuro didn’t have gloves on. Sure, his claw-like nails would hurt and pierce her skin, but his hands were warm and deliciously rough, and she enjoyed them very much when he decided to rid of the clothes that covered them

And without her realizing, the demon did just that. Neuro slowly lifted his other hand so he grabbed her hips with little pressure, just enough to pull up the silky lingerie that covered his wife’s back and revealing healed skin without any mark on it, at least not from a wound of his making. Sometimes he stopped to recount the ones he recalled from their early detective adventures, tracing the constellation they did among her natural beauty marks; but today he decided to take a different approach. Not that he didn't adore his wife's body any less.

With his teeth he took off one glove as he used his other hand to keep the back of the negligée up near her shoulders, unceremoniously placing his inhuman claws on her soft skin and marveling at the texture. Yako usually complained that this was ticklish, but so far she hadn't made a move to avoid him. He took her soft sigh as a signal to proceed and caressed her back with a little bit of pressure, just enough to make her feel the edge but not draw blood.

“Hm,” she closed her eyes and straightened her back, barely pressing herself against the claws on her skin.

Neuro frowned and tried again, putting slightly more force on his hand, this time drawing a thin line of blood in a superficial wound that he could easily heal… but that this time seemed to heal itself.

“Does that feel good?” He asked softly, trying not to break the mood.

“Hm… yeah,” she said, her eyes still closed. “A bit ticklish still, though.”

This made the demon stop in his tracks, knowing now that something was off about his mate. She couldn’t heal herself before, not even a tiny cut on her lip, so this new development caught his attention in a lot of ways.

This could change everything!

“Tell me how this feels,” he instructed before proceeding to dig his claws on her skin, making the blood flow.

“I can feel the pressure,” she turned her head to look at him, “but it doesn’t bother me much. Why?”

“Good,” he ignored her question and moved his hand down a bit, opening a wound that was deep. In another time he would feel bad for hurting her like this, but the slash started to close itself not a second after he moved. And Yako shivered under his hands, suppressing a moan. He arched an eyebrow.

“What - What are you doing?” she asked and tried to look at what his hands were doing to her skin, catching a glimpse of red. “Is that blood!?” Yako trashed on her binds. “What the fuck, Neuro!”

“Calm down, slug. You didn’t feel anything, right?” Neuro hastily said, one calming hand on her hip to stop her from hurting herself.

“But-!” she was interrupted when he dig his claws on her skin once more, this time somewhere near her elbow where she could see, sending an electric current to her core. It felt like when he touched her boobs, but weird. It was like her whole skin was full of nerves, ready to send mixed signals to her brain. Pain wasn’t pleasure, at least not like this, right?

“You like this, don't you?” he smirked, bending down to lick some of the blood that was oozing from the already closing wound. Once he cleaned her skin, he pulled back and watched in awe how her back was as soft and milky as it has always been, not a single mark of what he did on it.

“I.... I- I do,” Yako whispered, looking elsewhere with a blush on her cheeks. Damn her and her sub instincts!

“Do you want me to keep doing this?” he teased her back with the tip of a claw, this time carefully drawing swirls and circles on it, with a hungry look in his shining green eyes. She knew what he was thinking. He always had to keep himself in check so he wouldn’t do anything unnecessarily painful to her. They always had to stop before she was seriously hurt, and it always marked a limit in their sexy times.

But such a restrain wasn’t there anymore. Ironically enough, with her hands tied above her head, Yako felt liberated. Free. She wasn’t human anymore, and the differences between her and her husband, her mate, were minimal.

On the back of her mind she remembered the words on the Advanced Book of Spells, saying that on the mating night, the human was at the peak of demon condition. She wouldn’t be able to be like this anymore, she wouldn’t be this close to what could be a full sexual experience with Neuro, the demon.

The answer came easily to her.

“Yes. Let’s do this.”

***

At first it has been scary, facing the pain as a source of pleasure. She had never experienced pain this way, not like something she could analize in her mind and forget the bad that came with pain. She didn’t even had to make a conscious effort to enjoy it!

They started easy. Neuro took out one of the toys he brought from the World Above, a flogger, and gave her a few tentative flicks with it in different areas, asking which one she liked most. The-not-so-human-anymore Yako bit her lips waiting for the pain… that never came.

She couldn’t help herself, she laughed at the absence of the thing that scared her. It wasn’t on purpose, she swears, she just felt high in the realization.

“What are you laughing for, slave?” the demon caught her jaw in his still gloved hand and made her look into his eyes. She bit her lip and smiled with the remains of the laughter in her system, her eyes swirling with a shine of her own.

“Nothing,” her voice came a bit weird as she couldn’t open her mouth very well.

“Is this funny to you?” he looked down at her with disdain, but there was a slight smirk on his lips. “Being punished brings you joy?”

“Uh-huh,” she wanted to shake her head.

“Silly girl. Lying to me is of no use. I thought you knew that already.”

“Whatever you say,” she wanted to roll her eyes for a better effect, but she found herself then attacked by the demon’s lips, who was demanding her whole attention and her body as well by the way his hands found their place on her bottom. “Hng!” she yelped in surprise at the feel of his tongue forcing its way on her mouth.

She didn’t know what to focus her mind on, the way his tongue was ravishing her mouth and his sharp teeth bit her just in the right places; or how his hands gripped her butt with so much force that they pushed her up until he was the only thing taking her weight.

She fought back for freedom, at least as much as you could when you couldn’t really move, trashing her head to the sides and pushing back his tongue with all her might.

“Ungrateful slave,” he whispered with his lips barely separated from hers. She took the opportunity to take a deep breath.

Then, she laughed again and bit him in the lips.