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batarangsoundsdumb · 4 years ago

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yet another ask dump yeehaw!

do you ever think that jay's mother was one of those bitch who believes in horoscope and tarots and things like that and so he believes in these things too, or it is just me projecting?

sheila haywood took one look at jason's birthchart said 'nah this won't do' and left.

Wait, but what happens when the justice league does find out that Bruce and John fucked? Lmao it sounds like it would be hilarious, really, I don’t want a justice league that doesn’t make fun of Bruce for like his entire life.

barry runs out of the meeting immediately and comes back with an entire sti testing kit. diana fully seriously wants bruce to get tested while bruce is sitting there like 'come on guys, you're being ridiculous, i already checked twice'

john is standing in the corner clearly offended while bruce is just like 'don't even say anything, constantine, you fucked a shark'

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

on the one hand, good for him, on the other hand, bro, how do you still have a secret identity when your superhero name is just your last name,,,,

Your fic on ao3 was GOLD PLEASE CONTINUE I loved Dinah's cameo btw ( @purple-vixen

thanks so much! i already continued but this ask is like 10 years old because i'm a notorious procrastinator (also yes! i love dinah so much aahhhhhhhhhhhh)

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

bruce internally: holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit bruce externally: get out of my city, alien

AHHH ur multimedia fic is the only thing that brings me happiness anymore continue it forever pls

uhh thanks, but can't continue it forever because my attention span is that of a toddler on crack on a good day and i can't function without at least 10 things going on at the same time and music in the background

Oi, so I'm getting into dc and watching batman the animated series, and they use fruitcake a lot. Which I thought was very funny and wanted to share w you - Denilla

wait like fruitcake (food) or fruitcake (derogatory) ?

young justice 🤝 teen titans slut shaming batman

tim drake and dick grayson to their respective teams 'you guys stop it, that's my dad'

Happyhoganon: If an eighty year old Batman had fought crime in Gotham City for decades and the only threats to him and the city lately are a wheel chair bounded Penguin, your usual purse snatchers and a few con artists popping up every now and then, how well could the Dark Knight do in maintaining the peace in Gotham despite him being just somewhat fit to do that as an elderly man (which says A LOT given how old he is)

uhh he'll probably do what my grandpa does and that is ruthlessly prank them until they die of shame.

in the death in the family interactive movie there's an ending where Jason is tasked with raising Damian and he decides he's gonna raise Damian to take down the waynes and al ghuls which uh maybe isn't great BUT the idea of Jason raising Damian... PRICELESS. CHAOTIC. I just need more people to know about this :)

yes i saw that wow holy shit but jason would accidentally drop damian on his head one (1) hour in and jason just yeets him into the lazarus pit.

Headcanon: The Penguin has a really hard time fighting any of the Robins because of his avian obsession means there's always a small part of his mind that's like "Birb. Child. Protect" ( @subspacecadet )

as soon as dick becomes nightwing the penguin is like 'you know what, fuck this dude' and shoots at him.

Y'all talking about King Shark dating Constantine, let's not forget about John literally hooking up with Satan

listen there's a clear difference between monsterfucker and satanfucker in that king shark is literally a shark and satan still looks like a normal dude

Does everyone in Gotham think Batman is a teen dad?

everyone in gotham thinks batman has been around since gotham was founded, but they do think that bruce wayne is actually a teen father and dick grayson's biological dad.

why. why would you do that fancast when you know it will only hurt people

what? i loved my fancast it was really well done. i did it with good representation in mind and i really managed that with alfred pennyworth being ✨italian✨

Seeing james charles a jason gave me psychic damage how dare you i need to wash my eyes

well that's a you problem isn't it?

do you think dick grayson thirst tweets about nightwing just to annoy his family/cause problems on purpose in general?

he thinks nightwing is hot, next question.

holy jiminy cricket batman, its as cold as the good lords ass crack in here!!

i- what? this is why i don't fuck with english expressions it's way too goddamn weird

Brooooooo, your teen dad!Bruce au is soooo good. I've got brainrot.

Honestly if you ever write anymore, I'd read that shit twice. Sign me the fuck up. Good stuff, Good Stuff.

uh yeah i'm thinking about writing a fic, but i have exams coming up and i don't wanna fail because that would suck. but after i'll certainly be writing more tho

your teen dad AU is so great! bruce acting like a big brother for all of like a week before he's telling everyone about his son. what if in the AU dick meets the JL because they need to rescue him? maybe he's in trouble/kidnapped at a gala and bruce starts calling for JL. clark finds him and has to fly with dick to bring him home - that's how dick and clark meet and superman becomes dick's fave hero. he goes around the manor thinking he can fly with a red blanket draped around him like a cape.

actually- if you want a young dad! bruce fic with like that kinda stuff(just with damian) go check uhh- in for a penny by cdelphiki. it's really good and bruce is like 24/25-ish. (and dick's there!!!)

This account has solely convinced me that Tim is a trash goblin ( @hamilcat-and-magic-turtle )

because he is. that boy has slept in dumpsters on multiple occasions even if he is the son of a billionaire.

Okay but when you said victory dance I did think of the whole justice league defeating the big bad and then they all start flossing

well that's exactly what hal jordan does and that's why batman uses a gun now. no but the victory dance in my opinion is like the 'we're all in this together' dance from high school musical.

The horrors in Invincible s1 was nothing compared to the comics, I cant wait for s2

oh well okay, i mean i personally react to horror and violence by laughing awkwardly so i can't wait to be called a monster for accidentally laughing at a mass murder.

I'm currently watching Batman: The Brave and The Bold and- Bruce is just talking about Oliver like he's an old love (@nightwings-kid)

okay im going to watch that lmao that's totally and completely in character for him tho.

The invincible comic is like super gratuitous with its violence so much so I'm shocked the show was able to adapt it in a faithful way! Anyway had the show been live action it absolutely wouldn't have the same impact as it does as an animated show and I'm so glad so many people agree with me on that

also because a live action casting would've been like uhh amanda stenberg for amber, the dude- the guy from the supernatural but with a mustache for omni-man, and scarlet johanssen for debbie grayson

Debbie grayson is a milf, yes. You're welcome for the invincible propoganda, now you can questions your life. Bruce def seems like the perfect father next to Omni-man. Like they really took a rip off justice league and I was like well, now I'm attached even tho I was like hah I know who they're supposed to be. And then bam- death gore death gore gore gore sad Mark grayson just had to have daddy issues. Why does every character have daddy issues. I'm sick of the attacks

because daddy issues make a person arguably funnier, that's why i'm not even remotely funny (haha good dad flex). i liked that it was dark contextually, but not in the colouring, bc i hate when it's like 'uh yeah graphic murder and now a shot so dark you have to sit in a dark room and squint at the screen to faintly see the characters. (like dcau ugh)

About the Wayne insurance, for a moment I thought you would put the video with moans over the waves.

i mean- i could've done that, but rick rolling seemed more family friendly.

Its the first time in forever that im surpise rickrolled, i usually expect it. Congratulations (i really should know better this is tumblr)

i get rickrolled so often but i actually like the song so i dont really give a fuck

Actually, my information about Damian and John's kids is outdated because it was revealed that the old men telling the kids stories about the Supersons were actually Jon and Damian the whole time. I was blinded by my thirst for Grandpa!Bruce Wayne but I was wrong... I liked my version better, tbh (@artemisa97)

fair enough. but i'd honestly like to see damian and jon getting together, just because it's a really fun dynamic and their friendship was really cute when they were kids. (also idk maybe it would be nice to have one (1) main batfam/superfam character that's not cishet)

How am i JUST finding your blog skdskfkd you're so fucking funny and ur takes are hot

i thought u were calling me hot :( but youre not :( crime detected (but lmao thanks)

So I have depression and I swear that your memes are one of the few things that have made me laugh so thank you 💛🥺 (@katekanebadass)

aw you're welcome, and i hope you're doing okay!

The metropolis memes are so funny, I love them 💀😌

i think metropolis is also so fucking funny it deserves more attention imagine having your entire police force being upstaged by an alien from kansas and his kids

as an american i feel your complete lack of knowledge of us geography is just so sexy (platonic) ❤��

thanks so much (i also don't know any other geography, i'm not kidding, like you can tell me you're from hungary and it will just blank, there will be nothing that comes to mind)

In the DC universe they don't say "Can't have shit in Detroit" they say "Can't have shit in Gotham"

this just reminds me of that guy whose porch got stolen like the steps to his door, and i'm thinking of people living in gotham and waking up without a front door and going "can't have shit in gotham"

honestly all i know about chicago is the bean, so. what would gotham's famous sculpture be?

gigantic gargoyle statue in front of one of the police precincts because a villain thought it was a smart way to keep the police inside, but it's too heavy to move.

why tf do people go on about how batman "works alone" or how he's the "lone wolf" when he like 38290202 members in his family

bc people think it's cool that a grown man in his 30s has no friends or family instead of calling it what it is (sad)

Bruce is gotham's sugar daddy

why would say something so controversial yet so brave.

my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context

dick: gerard way are you in position, gerard way are you in position

tim: for the last fucking time, my codename is 'totally not count olaf' this week, abbafan 3000

dick: shut up my codename isn't 'abbafan 3000'

dick: it's 'abbafan number 1' and you know it

I have a feeling Tim drake is ur favourite batfamily member but okay u don't have favs if u say so ok

i mean he is, i won't deny it. but i love each and every one of the batfam just the same, i just have a weak spot for short dumbass nerds, because i'm a short dumbass nerd.

Omg i fuckin love boy meets world too fam shsjkfk

bro boy meets world was the shit!!! it was just fire and awesome and so fucking great like bro. it was so good im not even going to be accepting criticism

you know I find the whole "joker completes batman" thing a bit disgusting considering the horrendous stuff the batfamily went through because of the joker and let's not get started on the "joker has a point" thing like yeah he's this cool complex villain but he's absolutely batshit crazy

like yes! i get what you mean the joker just fucking sucks man he doesn't do shit for batman's character or the batfam he's literally just annoying as fuck. like the joker has a point' shit is so stupid. i will accept 'magneto was right' because he fucking was and i think he didn't do anything wrong, but joker? he's just like that. he's not even cool and complex he's just a weirdo with a bleach kink at this point.

ALSO YOUR RACISM POST- SO TRUE BESTIE

thanks bestie, i'm glad you agree.

in today's essay of why I think cass should become batman- I was thinking Tim would probably be the most efficient batman in many ways but I also think he wouldn't want to be batman tbh none of the batfamily members would want to be batman because they're trying to outgrow him but cass is the one who wants to represent the symbol that is batman

absofuckinglutely i will say it again and again that cass represents the batsymbol more than anyone in the batfam, in batgirl (2000) she literally didn't care about anything else than bruce's oath to not kill, she thought the batsymbol was more important than anything in gotham. she's just an excellent character because her motivation to not kill is not 'i'm scared i can't come back from it' or 'well my dad says no murder so i'll go along with it' but that she's killed somebody as a young child and she never wants to kill a human ever again and that's so fucking beautiful for a new batman like yes.

need more cass, duke and tim inclusion in gothamite memes

yes yes, a tall order of cass, duke and tim coming up in 1-14 business days

oldest to youngest batfam members cus I'm confused as shit

okay order of being taken in: dick, jason, tim, cass, damian, duke order of age: alfred, bruce, dick, cass, jason, tim, duke, damian (though cass and jason are around the same age general consensus is that cass is a little older)

I'm so confused Steph is a redhead?? like how was it that hard to get this right? the source material is literally right there and free

cw is jared, 19

do you receive anon hate? if so, how do you deal with it

uh no, i'm not remotely popular enough to get anon hate and i also don't say a lot of things that would attract anon hate, but i do send anon hate to @the-real-peter-parker because he forgot about the specialists from winx club

Wait how many languages do you speak??

uhh- 5 if you include latin, but that's a dead language and i'm really bad at it. but english, my native language, german, and french also, tho german and french not fluently.

You can mix aguaepanela with aguardiente 😈 and is tasty

okay but now i'm curious if the liquor deserves the 😈 emoji or if that's a you problem. but i googled it and it looks like something you'd take one sip of and then not remember the rest of your evening.

#i love all of you guys so much thanks for all these asks #some of these are literally from march but fuck it #the day tumblr puts dates next to anon messages is the day i close my inbox crawl into a hole and die #it's such a basic task to answer asks but i don't want to bother anyone with asks clogging up their timeline #and if i don't have a funny or good answer i'm like 'uhh okay won't answer it now then'#so this is for you #also i deleted a few asks because it gives me mental pain to see my inbox go over 50 and it's almost at 100 #i was complaining about having too many asks to the-real-peter-parker like months ago and then i had 45 asks in my inbox #now it's amassed to going over 100 twice #but no i love all of you and you're great and you're all fantastic and i lvoe you #muchos kiss kiss #kiss kiss for my kiddies lvoe you #invincible spoilers #dc #dcu #dc comics #ask #anon #bataranswers #i really wanna try aguapanela now i'm gonna see if i can find panela somewhere and review it for you babes #uh yeah that's it #muchos gracias for all your questions babes

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albino-whumpee · 4 years ago

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The redhead

Ok, so. This story has been cooking on my head for such a long time now and Im gonna be clear with you: I´m aware this first installment and maybe the next won´t be of many people´s liking, so if you don´t like seeing the whumping of minors, I advice you to stay away from this series.

There won´t be any noncon here, but there will be lots of other hurt/comfort tropes and many creepy whumping from multiple whumpers to a pair of whumpees, one adult and one a minor.

I´m also gonna say this is the backstory of one of Albus´s story characters.

I remember sending you an ask @deluxewhump about some ideas for this story and you wanted to be tagged, But, I can´t find them and well. Wanted to give a heads up of what it could contain.

Taglist: @whumptywhumpdump @grizzlie70

CW// Pet whump, whumping of a minor, modern slavery, human trafficking, collars, dehumanization, it as a pronoun, implied death, creepy whumper, conditioning, captivity whump and angst. (ask to tag if I missed something)

House looked like an ordinary orphanage from outside. It had big halls with bunk beds and slim metal closets next to them. Shoes tossed under the beds along with any trinket the children wanted to hide from curious or severe eyes. Beds neatly made early and kids off to the classes on other rooms. There was no need for them to learn to read or write however, so there were no books that weren’t for coloring.

Many of the lessons were taken outside, along buckets and brooms they swiped dutifully, or inside kitchens learning to identify tools and vegetables and memorizing the measurements needed of each ingredient on what recipe. Children did everything under the scrutinizing eyes of teachers who were so, so difficult to appease, but yet again, tried hard to earn their comfort and approval.

So they could graduate and leave.

The very best left early and the not so good would leave bordering their 12. There were only a few that left on their mid teens, and so, the ginger kid wearing the sandy jumper of House’s uniform, coloring with a green crayon the feathers of a toucan, had decided he didnt wanna be like that a long time ago.

He would graduate and leave house and go with a loving family that would take him, that would really love him, just like the teachers told them they would sometime soon.

It was his dream. As it was every child´s wish in House. So, he did as he was told. He cast his big green eyes down when talked to, kept quiet until he was spoken to, paid attention to class and did his tasks before the day ended. He took all the punishments while training, too. Even if he tried to keep it to a minimum, there would always be something that pissed the Teachers off.

For example, dumping the trash. Having to go to the back of the one store building, close to the one beyond the thick brick wall, with its narrow barred windows -just like House´s windows were- from where phantasmagoric sobbing and pained screaming would come through, was the most loathed chore at House. Whenever he was on duty, the little boy shook like a leaf with the heavy plastic bags dragging behind, before throwing them and run back to the building.

One time, the kid saw a pair of thin hands wrapping around the window bars and saw a woman peeking from it, hands shaking with the effort when she panted a wheezy, “help me”

The little boy had never screamed so hard in his short life.

The teachers had been mad at him, but not enough for a crate training reinforcement. He was relieved, to a point, when they punished him to clean the bathrooms alone for a week instead.

As he swiped the floor in the middle of the night, he promised himself he would get out soon. Sooner than his brothers and sisters who wouldn´t dare to defend him, saying outloud how scary the other building was and how some of them couldn´t sleep because they heard the people trapped there scream and beg all night long.

Of course they wouldn’t. Excepting a few who unknowingly shared blood, nobody shared anything but the wish to get out. If you tried to fight the Teachers, it would just delay it further. Every kid knew not to get on their bad side. It was also part of their training to see them as their preliminary Masters. A drill, of how it would be once out.

So when one finally received their collar and graduated to go to the family who had chose them, only the brave ones would wave goodbye. Jealousy taking the better of some, meanwhile others would only feel fear.

He wouldnt be like that either.

The brother he had gotten the most close to, the one who actually did protect him from the other kids bullying, had graduated months ago. Taller than normal for any kid from House -the little boy had heard the teachers say once- the brown kid and black curls with a smile sitting on his face at all times, had been his best friend.

They didn’t have names and they weren´t given one until they graduated. The Teachers used nicknames like “ginger” or “mole” or “mousy”, but that hadn´t stopped them from calling each other a secret name. A name they used only for each other and secretly, considered their true names.

“Are you happy for me, Robin? That I will finally go” Hawk asked him once, while playing on a sunday. The Kid´s free day to go anywhere they wished inside the estate´s perimeter. Close to the brick fence, a river flowed through iron bars, not letting anyone in or out.

Robin shook his head, red hair bouncing at the motion. Hawk giggled with that weightless sound, throwing away the stick on his hand they had used to play as if they were two princes in duel a few minutes earlier.

Robin stopped walking when Hawk put his hand over the wall, looking at it with conflict on his face.

“I heard the Teachers say my new Master will take me over seas” Hawk admitted. Robin didn´t understand the reason for such a long face. That only meant he would see the sea! Wasn´t that cool enough? However, the small kid kept listening. “They said he specifically requested me. But…” he punched the wall suddenly, making Robin jump in reflex “They said because I was problematic, I would be getting extra training in something called WRU”

Robin didn’t know what WRU was yet. They barely knew what was beyond the brick walls surrounding House, but it couldn’t be much worse than House, could it?

“I´m sorry. You always ended up on fights because of me…” Robin started clenching the stick on his hands tight as Hawk turned to him.

“C´mon. We´ve been over this, Birdie. It´s not your fault” he said, watching the small readhead lift his glassy eyes up “Besides, you know what to do now if they pick on you, right?”

“But I´m not as strong as you!” The boy argued before feeling the big hand of his brother ruffling his hair.

“Maybe just not yet” he said with that innate warmth of him. Like the times the other kids gathered around him late at night, hearing him talk about what one of the Teachers, one that was so close and nice to him, they had thought he would take Hawk home, had taught him after class. About all the different animals that existed, about science, about the world outside of the thick walls.

It dawned on him then, no kid would have those stories anymore, nor would he laugh first thing in the morning seeing the nest his hair was.

The child jumped to hug the older boy at the waist. “But, but, even if you go, you won’t forget us, right? If I graduate soon and our Masters meet, even if I´m already an adult, you will recognize me right?” Robin asked him, feeling the other boy’s fingers card through his short hair before squeezing him tight.

“I promise I won’t, Robin”

“I will keep the name you gave me” Robin said urgently, clenching hard so Hawk wouldn’t let go just yet. Hawk sighed quietly before burying his face on the boy’s shoulder.

“They’re ours”

“Ours alone” Robin finished.

The next day, Hawk’s new Master came for him in a black suburban with polarized windows and a few scary looking men by his side. Hawk bowed to him before the teacher ordered him to, as a perfect obedient Pet from House did before graduating. The other boys were lined up in their Sandy uniform, maybe in hopes the man would take another boy or girl, but he was completely entranced by Hawk’s face. He had lifted his chin to have a better look at it and then ruffled his hair with a big smile.

Then, the man gently buckled the new collar around Hawk´s neck, clipping the leather leash with the outmost gentleness. The man only tugged on it to test if the boy would walk forward, and when he did, he passed his hand through his hair.

Robin couldn’t hear it, but Hawk glowed at the praise his new Master gave him before giving the Teachers the ceremonial thick envelope. While the transaction happened, Hawk sneaked a look back at Robin and smiled.

“Bye, Robin” he mouthed, before feeling a pull from his neck that told him to follow his Master to the black van.

Right before the car trunk’s door closed, Robin waved goodbye with tears in his eyes the other kids didn’t stop teasing him about for weeks.

Four months after Hawk’s graduation, a few weeks after his twelfth birthday, Robin was standing in front of the building again. Now, it was his turn to graduate. His new Master was an older man that came out from a car you could smell the stench of gasoline from miles away.

“Skip the formalities. Where is it?” The man asked one of the Teachers standing next to him after the boy bowed. The woman in white clothes simply pushed him forward. Robin looked down at his shoes, so old looking against the shiny, cared for shoes of his would-be Master. The man wasn’t gentle when he fisted on the ginger’s head and forcefully lifted his face for him to see. He was better trained than to let out the pained groan bobbling up on his chest. The man hummed, pleased with his silence. “Yeah. You will do. How much for it?” The man said letting him go and quickly taking out the thick envelope from his jacket.

“I see you didn’t bring your own equipment for your new Pet, Sir. Would you want me to add the collar and leash to the sum?” The Teacher asked to the man, who grunted, too annoyed, like it was a waste of his time to ask.

“Yeah, sure, whatever” the man said without looking at Robin “It´s not for me anyways”

The small boy gripped on his uniform tight. The distress of not knowing how his real owner looked like suddenly settling in with fear when suddenly his not-Master asked the Teacher for a transport crate.

“Of course, sir. We will prepare him right away” the woman said with a wide grin as two other teachers pushed Robin to the garage. The boy´s heart leaped, but he gulped down the fear and allowed himself to get dragged. As he walked through the mocking and confused stares of the other children, he heard the woman continue to speak “If you would be so kind to accompany us to the office so we take the information needed for his shipping”

The man cursed under his breath, “Make it quick. Hearst is already pissed at me for messing up his pair”

Robin didn´t hear her reply.

The next thing the boy knew was that he had wrapped around his neck the price leather collar- the one the Teachers would only put on when they had earned a people´s meal from good results on training- with a large paper tag on it. He couldn´t know it said the name and address of his new Master, but he was static as he crawled into the plastic crate with the blue blanket on the corner he quickly wrapped around himself as he was rolled to the man´s stinky car. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would be able to catch a sight from the sea. Or maybe, from the sky above, if they went on a plane.

The car´s doors closed and he was drived out of House´s property, through the bricked fence and so, as his world, that had been confined to the same three square kilometers, suddenly grew infinitely big, filled with infinite things to see.

The man´s laughter on the driver´s seat abruptly stopped his awe.

“Enjoying the view, Pet?”

“Y-Yes, sir. Very much, thank you” Robin quickly replied.

“Well, you better burn the image to your memory, because with Hearst, you won´t be seeing anything but a kitchen and dirty restrooms” the man laughed.

“Yes, sir!” Robin said before looking out through the bars on his crate. To catch the green land and the sea expanding beyond. The man rasped his throat, muttering something under his breath.

Although he could hear him say “That´s why you wanted him young?” Robin didn´t understand and put his whole mind into catching every last detail he could get of outside.

Robin held to the image of the small houses with red ceilings surrounded by a vast blanket of green even as he was processed to go back on the cargo at the airport. They took him out of his crate to check the tag hanging from his collar and stick some papers into his uniform before pushing him back inside.

Two workers in blue jumpers, loaded him with the rest of the pets. There were some cute dogs Robin had never seen but in his coloring books and even some older Pets with the same tags hanging from their necks. All of them, including him, were wrapped around a fuzzy blanket inside their crates.

Robin was dissapointed when he found out there were no windows inside the cargo, but the feeling of being lifted off the ground, of flying, even if he slammed himself against the metal door of his cage, was completely worth it.

During the long ride, he wondered if Hawk had gone on an airplane too. What he would´ve said of that weightless feeling as he curled tighter into his blankets. The sound of paper getting scrunched was muffled with the engine and the other pets conversations between them, but Robin closed his eyes and hoped, prayed, his new Master´s family allowed him to see even once more, the world he had dreamed of seeing.

And if his wildest dreams as he was rolled off the plane, abruptly awake when his cage was thrown around and rolled by Not-Master outside where it snowed, he hoped he could see Hawk once more.

“That´s our new addition, Charles?” a man´s voice said as he stopped rolling. They seemed to be on the parking lot now. Next to a black shiny car.

“It was a nightmare, but told you I would get a replacement for Shirley. It even has red hair” The man said patting the plastic cage´s ceiling.

The man didn´t reply immediately, but Robin had crawled slightly closer to the door, to catch some of the man´s incredule face.

The man’s low, almost amused, laughter hit him like a soft salty breeze, warm and gentle. “Well, let´s see Isaac’s new partner, Let´s see what you got us” the man said before he knelt before Robin´s crate.

The wished he could say his Master had looked kind, gentle even, that first time they locked eyes. But in reality, Robin couldn’t help but think his new Master’s eyes were so much like a cat’s. A pair of narrow, clever honey colored eyes stared at his wide greens for a moment, before he copened the door and pulled him out with a swift pull on his arm. Robin´s face scrunched at his Master´s grip, cracking a smile on the man´s as he let go “How old are you, boy?” The man asked him.

He bowed instinctively before answering, “Twelve, Sir, Master”

“I see” The man´s smile hung on his face as he said “Not old enough to be on the front then” His new Master then turned to the man “Thanks for fetching me a new one. The kids are very sad without Shirley but the worst must be Isaac. He just refuses to work now”

The man grunted as he saw Hearst open the trunk of his car. “I already apologized, Will”

“What´s one more “I´m sorry, Mr. Hearst”? My slave hasn´t even eaten because of what you did to his partner” he said before turning back on Robin, expecting “Do I have to put you in myself, boy? C´mon, up you go” he said snapping his fingers in front of his face. Robin´s body moved before he was aware he had crawled inside, then laid down on his side as the man put his hand back on the door “Watch your head” he said before closing it, letting Robin in complete darkness.

It took a moment of hearing only his breathing to for him to finally sense the car moving. He was with his Master now… but he was shaking like a leaf. He didn´t stopped shaking, knowing deep on his bones, this Master would be the severe type.

It wouldn´t take him long to know he was right.

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quiet on widow’s peak (13)

pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall rating: teen & up tags: paranormal investigator, mystery, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan word count: 4.3k (this chapter), 42.9k (total) summary: Phil’s got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

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Phil is herded out of the house before he can shower, style his hair, or put in his contacts. As soon as his clothes are finished drying, his parents are pushing him and all of his bags out the door.

“We’ve got someone coming to see the house,” his mum had explained in that half-frantic voice he associates with company arriving. “You’ve got somewhere to be, haven’t you?”

He doesn’t have the gumption to explain that he’s still got hours before he has to be anywhere. Instead, Phil just hoists his bags higher on his shoulders and sets off for the bus stop. The wind isn’t bad today, thank goodness for small mercies, but it still isn’t pleasant to be outside in November. He pushes his floppy, unwashed hair off his forehead and reluctantly sends Dan a message.

It’s still pretty early and Dan might be in class by now, so he doesn’t expect an immediate response. He’s halfway through a Buzzfeed article and leaning against the shaky bus window by the time his phone buzzes.

im omw from class now just meet me at my place

An address follows, close enough to the coffee shop and the Wilkins place for Phil to feel comfortable finding it. He’s not sure how comfortable he is with being in such a small, private place with Dan before spending most of the night with them. He wonders if his brewing feelings and abject confusion surrounding them will be obvious.

Phil bites his lip and taps away from the article. He’s not sure where to start, but he thinks it’s about time that he started looking into gender stuff. He’s lived with PJ for almost two years and been friends with him for longer, but this isn’t something they tend to talk about. Technically, he hadn’t even been told, he’d just picked up on it from conversations around the old Brighton house. PJ isn’t in the closet, but he seems to have the same attitude about his gender identity that Phil has about his sexual identity - it isn’t anyone’s business unless they’re actively pursuing him.

This isn’t about PJ, though. Phil can’t pretend like these bewildered Google searches are in any way an attempt to understand his friend better. This is about Dan.

“Dan?”

The girl looks confused enough that Phil thinks he’s gotten the wrong flat for a horrified moment, but then her brow uncreases and she laughs.

“Oh, duh. Sorry, she doesn’t have many people coming to visit.” She waves Phil inside and eyes his bags. “Especially not many that look like they’re moving in. You planning on staying long, mate?”

“Just the night,” Phil says, more or less honestly. His brain is still stuck on the new pronoun. He knows that Dan is fine with any pronouns, and that includes feminine ones, it just feels strange to have someone use the opposite of what most people might assume. “Er, my parents are selling their place and needed my junk out of the way.”

She nods and gestures deeper into the flat. It doesn’t have as many doors as the Brighton house that Phil shares with a rugby team’s worth of people, but it’s still enough to overwhelm him a bit. Seemingly in response to whatever panicked expression finds its way to Phil’s face, the girl laughs. “Winnie’s room is at the end of the hall,” she says. “Her name’s on the door, you can’t miss it.”

“Her name being Winnie,” Phil says slowly.

“That’s what she wants us to call her,” the girl says. There’s an edge to her voice now, a sort of protectiveness that Phil doesn’t know how to respond to.

Phil gives her an uncertain sort of smile and heads down the hallway. The common areas are surprisingly tidy for a student flat, but he still doesn’t feel comfortable there. He finds himself in front of a dark wooden door with a Winnie the Pooh poster stuck to it. It’s not exactly a nameplate, but Phil understands why their flatmate said that.

He knocks lightly, not wanting to disturb the other people who live here and might still be asleep. It’s barely past noon, after all, and Phil remembers what it was like to be a student. Hell, he doesn’t really have a proper sleep schedule now.

“Come in!”

Dan’s room is darker than the rest of the flat, and Phil has to let his eyes adjust for a moment as the door closes behind him. There are blackout curtains over the single window and fairy lights draped over every possible surface, giving the whole place a soft vibe. Phil doesn’t see Dan at first, but then he realises that they’re on the floor with -

“Is that a weasel?” Phil asks without bothering to say hello, dropping his bags carefully. The last thing he wants to do is scare the creature that’s scampering all over Dan’s shoulders and arms.

“Excuse me,” Dan laughs. They hold out the animal for inspection, and Phil joins them on the floor. “This is Tofu, he’s a ferret.”

“Hello, Tofu,” says Phil. He reaches out to gently take the ferret’s paw between his thumb and finger, and he pretends like they’re shaking hands. Dan laughs again, bright and happy, and Phil decides that he really likes seeing Dan in their comfort zone. “It’s very nice to meet you! I’m Phil.”

Tofu makes a squeaking sort of noise and wiggles out of Dan’s hands to roll around on the carpet.

“He’s kind of an idiot,” Dan says fondly. “Pixel is the smart one in this family, but she’s sleeping.”

Phil’s eyes follow Dan’s vague gesture to a surprisingly large, multi-level enclosure. There’s another ferret curled up in there, and Phil assumes that’s Pixel. “Exactly how many weasels do you have?”

“Just the two,” says Dan. They’re smiling so wide that Phil can’t bring himself to look away. Their lips are a dark shade of red, or maybe burgundy, but it’s hard to tell in the low lighting. The dark lines around their eyes are even more shadowed with it, though, and it’s an entrancing sort of effect. “Originally it was just the one, but she got so lonely. I should have gotten an introverted animal, I guess, if I didn’t want multiple, but I didn’t mind. Pixel wanted a buddy, so. Pixel got a buddy.”

“I think even introverts need buddies sometimes,” says Phil.

He’s suddenly so self-conscious about being here in his current state. He’s wearing his trusty denim on denim, which he knows suits him fine, but he’s also got his clunky glasses and can’t remember if he put deodorant on or not. Dan, on the other hand, looks as stunning as always.

That gets even more obvious as they lounge out a bit, uncrossing and stretching their long legs. Their leggings are tight and translucent enough that Phil might find them indecent if there weren’t a short, swishy skirt covering the important bits. When Dan stretches their arms out, too, their unbuttoned flannel falls further open and shows off the cropped band tee underneath.

Most of Dan’s body is covered, really. Only their hands and neck and navel are out, but that’s enough to make Phil’s brain short-circuit. Their hands are distractingly big, but still so gentle when they pick Tofu back up; their neck is long and ends in either a sharp clavicle or a soft, rounded jawline; their tummy is soft like the rest of them and there’s a simple barbell piercing through their belly button that Phil has to force himself to look away from.

“Have you talked to your friends about us going back?” Dan asks, seemingly oblivious to the way Phil is taking them in from head to toe.

“What?” Phil bleats, and then his brain catches up to the conversation before Dan can repeat themself. “Oh, yeah. I texted them about it, and they’re a bit worried, but they’re glad you’re coming along. They were pretty nervous about me doing this alone.”

“PJ said you tend to do stupid shit,” Dan says bluntly. Tofu is climbing up their arms and biting at their hair, but they don’t even react.

“When did PJ say that?”

Dan’s lips curve into a smile. “When he drove me home. We talked about you.”

Normally, a statement like that would make Phil anxious. He still feels it, a bit, that creeping sense of frustration and nervousness that he associates with mild anxiety, but it’s more dull than it would be if Dan wasn’t smiling at him so softly. Something about it makes Phil certain that he’d get an honest answer if he asked what they all said about him.

That certainty and budding trust are enough to keep his loud anxiety at bay, and Phil finds that he doesn’t feel the need to ask.

Instead, he looks around Dan’s room some more. Pixel is still napping soundly, and Phil doesn’t blame her - the room is so quiet and dim and full of pleasing scents from the candles on Dan’s nightstand, Phil can easily imagine curling up somewhere soft in here and nodding off.

The furniture itself is crappy in the way that most students have to deal with, but Dan seems to have an eye for design that Phil has never had. Sure, there’s no bed frame to hold Dan’s mattress, but their duvet matches the monochrome colour scheme of the posters and paintings on the walls, and their pillows look welcoming surrounded by a small collection of stuffed animals. Their desk is organized, but their closet is open and spilling clothes onto the floor a bit. Phil wonders if that’s something Dan had planned on fixing before he got here, or if Dan doesn’t mind having their dresses and jeans and boots on display.

There’s barely any colour at all, really, but it doesn’t feel depressing like Phil would have thought it might.

That’s not exactly true. There’s some colour.

Phil must be looking at the flag on the wall for too long, because Dan makes a humming sort of noise and breaks the comfortable quiet. “I know it’s a bit tacky,” they say, “and it doesn’t match, but… I dunno. I wasn’t able to be out until I got to uni, and I might have gone a bit nuts with it.”

“Yeah,” says Phil. His throat is a bit dry. “I can understand that.”

“It makes me feel safe,” says Dan. Phil turns to look at them again, but he regrets it as soon as he sees the genuine emotion in Dan’s wide eyes. He isn’t good with that. “Like. Knowing I can have it hung here, that I can be open with people without them being upset with me or something. I don’t think the flag itself makes me feel safe? But maybe that’s not true, either. Maybe embracing that part of myself helped me embrace the community as a whole. I haven’t done Pride yet or anything. Maybe next year. But - safety. Comfort. Y’know?”

“I do,” Phil says quietly. “I do know.”

Dan’s eyes go sharp. Phil hasn’t seen them do that before, and it’s unnerving how much it feels like his very soul is under scrutiny. He wants to squirm away from that feeling, doesn’t want any part of himself under a microscope, but he doesn’t want to run like he might normally.

There’s another moment of quiet, where Dan looks at Phil and Phil doesn’t look away, but of course Phil is the first to break.

“Which of those is your favourite?” he asks instead of saying the words he knows Dan is waiting for. He doesn’t want to run, but that doesn’t mean he needs to be more forthcoming. At Dan’s furrowed brow, Phil gestures to the bookshelf. Dan has a lot of books and movies and boxsets and textbooks, more than Phil can take in all at once. “The, uh, the anime. My favourite’s Fullmetal Alchemist. Er, Brotherhood, not the first one, but both are good.”

For a second, it doesn’t seem like Dan is going to allow him to change the subject so easily. But then Tofu bites at their ear and they’re both giggling, the intensity of the moment slinking off to make way for casual conversation.

Talking to Dan is easier than talking to some people that Phil has known for years. They put on a show that they’ve both seen and enjoy and they chat the whole time. Phil points out camera and editing choices that Dan hadn’t put much thought to before, and Dan rambles about theories they’d seen on Reddit for so long that Pixel has become Phil’s best friend by the end of it. Dan makes food at some point, their brief absence allowing Phil to look more carefully at the titles on their shelves. They have even more to talk about when Dan gets back, because Phil has a lot of opinions on some of the quote-unquote ‘classics’ that Dan reads and Dan has some opinions on Phil picking the cheese off his sandwich. Phil almost forgets that he’s here for a specific reason, that they aren’t just friends hanging out, until Dan brings out their Polaroid and starts asking questions about what to expect on the haunt.

Phil kind of wishes they could just stay here.

Before they left, PJ, Sophie, and Chris had all drawn several Sharpie sigils on a thin piece of scrap fabric and insisted that Phil tie it around his wrist or something. He takes it out of his pocket as he and Dan approach the house.

“Here,” he says, pulling them to a stop and rolling their sleeve up a bit. He ignores their big doe eyes and wraps it around their knobby wrist a couple of times. “Is that too tight?”

“No,” says Dan. They stay still while Phil ties it, and then they raise their hand to inspect it.

“It’s from the gang,” says Phil. “I know it seems like the sigils didn’t help last time, but - well, I dunno. Maybe they did help and it was going to be a lot worse without them. Or maybe they just rubbed off our skin too quickly. But, y’know, I know you don’t believe in this stuff, it just… it makes us feel better. I thought it would be a good placebo for you if nothing else.”

Dan touches the fabric and then smiles, looking for all the world like Phil has given them something precious.

“Thank you,” they say, their voice altogether too sincere for Phil to respond to without some major awkwardness. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m already wearing my thing,” Phil lies. “C’mon, let’s get inside.”

The thing is, Phil figures Dan is the one who needs protecting from whatever is going on in the Wilkins place. They’re the one who got attacked last time, while Phil only dealt with flickering lights and the feeling of being watched. The last thing he needs is for Dan to insist on coming along again only to get themself hurt again.

He’s not sure if Dan believes him or not, but it doesn’t matter. Phil is already shouldering the back door open. He could climb through the window again with a boost from Dan, but he doesn’t think he has enough upper-body strength to pull Dan up after him.

The kitchen is as dark and dusty as ever, but that smothering, creeping feeling of eyes in the walls isn’t present. Phil stands still for a few seconds, waiting for it to wash over him again, but in the end he’s in the same place he figured he’d be from the beginning - listening to the creaking sounds of a house with absolutely nothing supernatural about it. He’s weirdly disappointed, but he imagines that Dan must be relieved.

He turns to Dan to see what they think, but their eyes are just as wide as they’d been the last time.

“Hey,” Phil says, quiet so as not to disturb the dust. “You feel something?”

“No,” Dan admits. They move closer to Phil, twisting their fingers into the cuff of his jacket and holding tight. It’s sort of sweet how they think he might leave them alone in this house, but it’s also somewhat of a nuisance to have a large person attached to him while he’s trying to move quietly.

“Then what’s wrong? Do you need to leave?”

Dan shakes their head. Their teeth dig into their dark bottom lip, and even though they reapplied their lip product before leaving the house, it still ends up on their teeth a little bit. Phil isn’t sure if he’s supposed to point it out or not. “I don’t need to leave or anything, it’s fine. I’m fine. Coming with you was the whole point. I just don’t… okay. Promise not to laugh at me?”

“I think I promise,” says Phil. He gives Dan a reassuring little smile. “But if you break into song and dance or something I reserve the right to change my mind.”

“Shut up,” Dan says, but they’re giggling. “No, I just… I just don’t like the dark, okay?”

It clearly takes something out of Dan to admit that. Phil shifts his hand so he can squeeze Dan’s. “Nobody really likes the dark,” Phil says. “I mean, it’s kind of my job, so I’m used to it, but I wouldn’t mind being somewhere brightly-lit and clean instead.”

“Thanks.” Dan’s cheeks look a bit darker, but that might just be the low lighting. “You can lead the way.”

Nothing happens.

There are spiders and dark corners and once or twice a loud noise from outside makes Dan jump and grab at his hand again, but Phil never feels like anything more is going to happen. The walls don’t have anything behind them except maybe rats, and even the attic simply makes Phil sneeze.

It’s frustrating. It’s almost worse than the night that he put his friends in danger, because at least then he knew that he could have a chance at a decent video. Now, there’s nothing to record.

Phil finds himself wishing for a flickering light or a quick shadow. He wants something, anything, to make him feel like he’s doing something productive with his life.

Instead, he just feels like he’s wading deeper into the confusion and shadows of his own future. He doesn’t know where he’s going to go if he can’t keep going back to the darkness of abandoned houses and old cemeteries. He went to uni, sure, but he hasn’t had a ‘real’ job in his life. Unless a month at the stationery store counts. He’s pretty sure it doesn’t. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with figuring out what he ought to be doing with his life if he isn’t chasing ghosts, but he’s not having fun with this anymore.

He’s twenty-six. It’s not old, he’s not old. He’s got plenty of time to figure his life out.

But if he’s spent the last decade wasting all his free time on something that isn’t enjoyable anymore, then he doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to forgive himself.

Dan is in his personal space again, pressing close to avoid the encroaching darkness, and they smell like… lavender. Phil remembers spice and mint from them, and he wonders if they’re wearing some kind of perfume today. It’s such a feminine scent that it’s hard for him to wrap his mind around the fact that he wants.

Further and further into the waters he goes. He doesn’t know what comes next for any of it, and it’s terrifying.

“We could stay all night again,” Phil is protesting, even as Dan frogmarches him down the back steps. “I know we didn’t find anything, but maybe it only works when you’re trying to sleep over? I could -”

“You’ll do nothing,” says Dan. “We are both going home, and I’m seeing you onto the bus so you don’t sneak back without me.”

Phil wants to object, but Dan tightens their grip on his arms like they know exactly what he’s going to say. Besides, it would probably be a lie. Phil is stressed and frustrated and in over his head, and if he could just get one clip or photo of this thing, then maybe everything will be okay. Maybe he can keep doing this after all.

He gently detangles himself from Dan and sighs, hoisting his backpack up. “Fucking… fine.”

“Fucking fine,” Dan repeats, their lips twitching.

“Maybe the sigils worked too well,” says Phil. He keeps his tone level so that Dan won’t be able to tell that he’s joking right away, but Dan shoves at his shoulder like they’re well aware of what he’s doing. “You know, I bet -”

“You’re annoying when you can’t do what you want, huh?” Dan interrupts. Their hands are shoved in their jacket pockets, but Phil wishes they weren’t. He wishes he could brush his hand against theirs as they walk and convince himself that it’s all an accident. “Bet that’s the baby brother in you.”

“No comment.”

The walk to the bus stop is quieter than the last time Dan walked him to it, but it's not uncomfortable. Phil can’t believe how much he cares about this person already. They’re friends, he’s pretty sure, and it’s impossible to deny how much this crush is starting to get to him. Still. It’s new, Dan is new, and Phil has to consider the possibility that the novelty is all he’s feeling.

It’s not. But he has to consider it, because Phil has to consider every possibility before he makes his mind up about anything.

“Hey,” Phil says, careful not to sound like he’s pushing.

“Hi,” says Dan. Phil isn’t looking at them, but he can hear a grin in their voice.

“I was just wondering,” says Phil. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me if it’s a sore spot or anything like that, but. Your flatmate said you were called Winnie. Obviously I know you go by Winnie online, but I didn’t know you did it, uh, outside of cyberspace.”

“Cyberspace,” Dan repeats like they can’t help themself. “Yeah, sometimes. I usually use it like a test.”

“A test?”

Dan hums. Phil wishes, again, that their hands weren’t trapped in the confines of their jacket. “For people I might get closer to. I ask my flatmates to call me something that’s clearly not masculine and see how they react and how often they slip up. Maybe it’s mean, I guess, since I don’t actually care one way or the other, but it’s a lot easier for me to open up to people who have already proven that they’re able to think of me outside of the Daniel box.”

“I can call you Winnie,” Phil offers. “If that’s what you want to be called. And I’m not a complete idiot, I’m sure I could remember to call you Dan when I’m bothering you at work.”

“Planning on bothering me at work some more?” Dan asks. They don’t wait for an answer. “No, I like Dan fine. They’re both fine. They just serve me different purposes, I guess, and I’m not bothered by either of them.”

“I don’t totally get it,” Phil admits. “But I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I know.”

Suddenly, Dan is tangling their long fingers with Phil's. It’s just for a second, long enough for the same sort of reassuring squeeze that Phil gave to them in the Wilkins place, but it makes Phil’s heart jump into his throat.

“You’re, like, overly considerate,” says Dan. They sound like they’re teasing - Phil hopes they’re teasing. He really, really doesn’t want to mess this up.

“I just think you should be able to, like, tell me if I do something wrong.”

Dan laughs. “You’re not getting it. That’s okay, you don’t have to get it. I will tell you if you do something wrong, I just have a really wide range of things I’m indifferent about before you get to the things that matter. Call me a boy or a girl or whatever, I don’t care. Try to imply that my favourite Pokémon is fucking Goldeen, on the other hand -”

They ramble all the way to the stop, and Phil finds himself feeling better despite the fruitless hours of wandering a dusty house.

“This is me,” Phil says as he sees headlights coming down the street towards them.

“Message me tomorrow,” Dan insists. For a moment, they’re both just standing there. Phil has no idea what he’s supposed to do in this situation. Surely a handshake would be weird, but would a hug be weirder? Should he just pat their shoulder, or is that absolutely the creepiest thing he could do? They had both waved, yesterday, so maybe that’s what he ought to do again. His eyes drift to Dan’s mouth. The product is still mostly there, but there are indents where their front teeth have been digging all night that show the natural colour of their lips.

That’s not an option, Phil reminds himself with a little shake. He’s about to keep overthinking it when Dan wraps their arms around him and says something that sounds like a goodnight. They smell good, and they feel good, and the only thing that gets Phil stepping back is the sound of a bus stopping next to them.

“Bye,” he says, quiet. Dan’s smile is almost enough to make him miss this bus and wait for the next one.

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dirtyahs · 6 years ago

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What Are We? (Tate Langdon x Reader)

HELLO IM BACK JESUS CHRIST IM SORRY IVE BEEN SO ABSENT LIFE IS KIND OF KICKING MY ASS BUT IM DOING MY BEST!! I LOVE ALL OF U FOR BEING SO KIND AND PATIENT <3

This was requested by my pal @stellaholland i luv u so much bby i hope u enjoy :,)

Word Count: 4,814

Warnings: unprotected sex, teasing (sexual and nonsexual), kinda fluffy at the end! (take that lightly, i dont write fluff well lmfao)

You stood in front of your closet, continuously searching through the clothes as if something new was going to appear. You pulled a black skater dress off of the hanger and slipped it over your head, looking in your mirror, only half satisfied with the way it looked. "You're just trying on the same dress in different colors, it's not that hard to pick one." You jumped when you heard a voice behind you, turning around to see none other than Tate. Your family had moved into the house about seven months ago. Both your mother and father were some kind of twisted horror fanatics, so they purchased the house knowing full well you'd be the owners of "Murder House." It was strange to get adjusted to at first, it's like living with ten other people, but only sometimes. Tate made himself visible the most out of everybody. "How long have you been sitting there? Fuckin' creep." You scoffed, sitting on the edge of your bed to put on a pair of black boots.

"Long enough." He smirked at you, standing up to walk to your desk, flicking through your notebooks. You saw Tate most often, but frankly, he was the last person you cared to see. He was obnoxious, arrogant, and overall just kind of a douche. You'd come home from school to see him laying in your bed listening to your music. Or you'd wake up in the middle of the night to things falling off of your bookshelf, furniture moving with no one being there. It was always him though. It's like he got off on just screwing with you; so he did. Quite often. Everybody else in the house was decent. Nora was sweet, she just cried a lot. Which was fair given her situation. Chad and Patrick were both okay individually, but when they were together, they were beyond irritating. Just so incredibly passive aggressive - you couldn't imagine being stuck in a house for eternity with someone you wanted to divorce. You stood up, smoothing out your dress before grabbing your small bag and slinging it over your shoulder. Your parents had decided everyone was going to go out on a nice lunch today. "Can you get out? I'm leaving." You pushed past him, opening your door and motioning him to walk out.

"I can never get out, angel." He said, sounding just as conceited as ever, making his way to the door, leaning against the wooden frame. "But I guess I can leave you to your little lunch date with mommy and daddy." He teased you condescendingly. You'd done your best to not let him bother you, but he knew exactly how to get under your skin.

"Thanks for being so kind, Tate." You gave him the sweetest smile you could manage, slamming your bedroom door when the two of you had exited.

ii. You'd finally gotten home a few hours later. Your parents were very good at starting conversation with every server you'd ever had. They get talking, and then the server gets talking and it seems to last forever. They do always get some kind of discount or something free for being kind though. Your mom had been a server for a decent part of her life, so she was always extra nice to them. Telling them you had homework to work on, you made your way upstairs to your room, hearing music coming from behind the door. Just as you suspected, Tate was sprawled out on your bed, hands behind his head, eyes closed. You sighed and walked over to your bed, smacking Tate's side.

"Can you get the fuck out? I have homework to do." You hissed. You definitely weren't going to do homework though. You'd probably end up reading, or watching YouTube or something - but Tate didn't need to know that part. His eyes opened slowly, and you felt like you couldn't look away. He looked angelic (ironically.) His blond curls spread messily around his head, face peaceful, and most importantly, he wasn't talking, which made him look amazing. Without a word, he moved over to one side of the bed, making room for you on the other.

"Tate, I mean it, get out. I've got shit to do." You tried to sound strong - however, you weren't very threatening.

"Whatever you've got to do, just do it quietly." He mumbled, eyes closing once again. Looks like you weren't going to be getting him out of your room. With that, you grabbed the book you've been reading and took a seat at your desk chair, kicking your boots off and putting your feet up on the desk. Your dress fell just a bit to reveal part of your upper thigh. Within minutes, you heard quiet snoring coming from the boy in your bed, blankets pulled up to his chin now. How he managed to make himself so comfortable in your room remained a mystery. It was his room first, technically though. You looked up from your book to see him snuggled tightly under the dark purple duvet, lips parted just slightly.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him - he looked so peaceful and quite beautiful honestly. No - what the fuck are you thinking? You thought to yourself. You don't like Tate - you haven't since the day you moved into this house. He was rude and condescending and way too overly confident. He might be nice to look at, but that's all he had going for him. You had to shut those thoughts down immediately. You shook your head and picked your book up again, returning to the chapter you were reading. iii. "Why are you going to school? Wouldn't you rather stay here with me?" Tate teased, leaning against your door frame, blocking you from leaving. He'd been there since you woke up, but he wasn't going to tell you that part. He'd watched you strip out of your pajamas and slide into your hip hugging denim jeans. He enjoyed seeing you - there was something so erotic to him about just watching you go about your normal routine. Not only was it erotic for him, he just liked to watch you. He was fascinated with the way you'd wing your eyeliner, or paint your lips your favorite pink nude. He liked seeing the way you'd quietly sing to yourself in the morning. Most people that moved into that house were terrified of him and everyone else there. You and your family were so different for him. Tate hadn't felt accepted probably ever in his life. Being accepted, and even admired was such a new feeling for him.

"No, Tate I wouldn't. I need to go to class today." You huffed, slinging your bag over your shoulder and crossing your arms. He had that stupid smirk stuck to his face. Today, it was hard to tell him no. He did this every few days, and you always pushed past him without a second thought. Today, you kind of wanted to stay home with him. But you couldn't. You'd always done well in school, and it was something you took pride in. So you did what you always did and pushed past him, looking over your shoulder to see him watching you walk away.

"Your ass looks cute in those jeans!" He called, blowing you a kiss oh-so sweetly. Your heart jumped a bit with his words. You sat in the cold blue plastic chair, resting your head in the palm of your hand as your English professor babbled on about the assigned reading. The assigned reading that Tate wouldn't let you finish. You were sat in your bed, legs crossed at your ankle trying to finish the chapter. You looked up to see none other than your blond haired nuisance. He was wearing torn up black jeans and Doc Martens. You had the same pair. He crawled over the iron swirls of your bed frame, and laid next to you - uninvited. He tried to talk to you about whatever he could - about your book, about your boots, about himself, about how good he thought you looked in a denim mini skirt. His flirting was always sarcastic. At least it seemed that way. No matter how sarcastic he was though, somehow his words always made your heart flutter. No matter how much you tried to suppress it. "(Y/N)? Can you tell me what happened to our main character in chapter 7?" Your teacher had her arms crossed over her chest, pulling you from your little fantasy - you just zoned out in class thinking about Tate fucking Langdon? Really?

"I-well Mrs. Sanchez..." You stammered, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, cheeks turned an almost electric red. How the hell did you get so carried off thinking about a boy you thought you couldn't stand?

"Please pay attention, all of this is important." She said, clearly unhappy with you. You were one of her favorite students, but she had almost ridiculously high expectations of you. Oh well, you thought, she'd forget about it tomorrow. You closed your front door behind you. It was about 3 o'clock. Your mom and dad would be at work for another couple of hours. But you were sure you'd walk upstairs to find Tate curled up in your bed for his afternoon nap, just like you found him there every day. He was a bit predictable sometimes. You trudged up the stairs, desperately needing some alone time. You'd found yourself day dreaming about Tate more than once. You'd see something that reminded you of him, and you'd feel your heart jump in your chest. You'd thought about the little freckle on his nose, and the way he'd touch all his fingers to his thumb when he got a little nervous. You'd thought about the one time you walked into the bathroom to see him shirtless standing looking in the mirror. His jeans were unbuttoned and hung low on his hips. His muscular shoulders stiffened a bit when he saw your reflection.

"I-I..." You stuttered, unable to look away. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in here." Your cheeks were beet red, voice audibly shaking. "That's okay," He turned around and took a few steps towards you. "You can walk in on me like this whenever you want. It seems like you're liking what you see." He growled, his hand moved to rest against wall next to your head. You sighed and threw your bag to the floor, kicking your shoes off quickly. That memory ignited something in you and you couldn't deny the wetness forming between your thighs. Swiftly, you unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs, crawling into your bed. You hooked your phone up to your speaker, playing your "Steamyyyyy" playlist, as if you'd ever been with more than one person before. You ran one finger down your chest, to your stomach, finally reaching your black panties, one finger rubbing light circles over your clothed clit. You let out a throaty sigh, gradually picking up speed. Your eyes were closed, head thrown back onto the black silk of your pillow case. You pushed the fabric to the side, your fingertip finally making skin to skin contact with the little bundle of nerves held between your soaking folds. Your lips remained parted, letting out desperate little whimpers every few seconds. Your free hand gripped at the sheets as your finger worked faster, whimpers eventually turning into loud moans. You hadn't been alone to do this in so long - honestly, you'd forgotten what it felt like. As alone as you felt, you logically knew you were never alone in this house. Tate was sat in your desk chair, a distinct protrusion pressing against his light wash jeans. His jaw hung open as he watched you, in shock over how beautiful you looked.Your mind was running with thoughts of none other than him; you thought about his fingers working you like this, his large hands caressing your skin, his full lips pressing kisses into your neck.

"Tate..." You gasped, fully immersed in your fantasy, feeling that familiar tighten in your tummy, your fingers moved harder almost instinctively. Tate sat there, quiet. You'd finally rendered him speechless. His name fell from your lips several more times. His hand clapped over his mouth to hide his whimpers as you made his cock twitch against his boxers. Truthfully, he'd fantasized about you more times than he cared to admit. Seeing you like this was just a happy accident. He'd walked into your room with the intention to scare you, throw some stuff off of your shelves to mess with your head. But he stopped outside the door, hearing muffled moans. He opened the door slowly, eyes widening when he saw what you were doing. Suddenly, the coil inside of you snapped and your legs started shaking. Your jaw hung agape, nails digging into the soft fabric beneath you.

"Oh- fuck! Tate..." You hissed loudly, guaranteed that someone, somewhere in the house heard you. But, it was just Tate. He now stood at the end of your bed, watching as you soaked your fingers, his hand gently palming himself through his jeans. Once you'd finally ridden out your orgasm, you pulled your fingers from their spot between your legs, sighing deeply, satisfied. Your eyes finally opened and you looked around - still no one. Part of you was surprised Tate wasn't there to make fun of you. It was in that moment that you realized how loudly you'd been saying his name. You literally gotten off to him. He'd invaded your thoughts throughout the day and now he was doing it again in your only alone time. God dammit. You sighed and leaned up in your bed, rubbing your eyes. You couldn't keep playing this game with him - you needed to ask him what the hell his goal was. You needed to see what he felt for you.

You stood up and slid back into your jeans from earlier, making your way to your bathroom down the hall. The closer you got, you could hear a voice coming from inside. Your hand met the coolness of the door knob, but you stopped, feeling your knees weaken when you realized what you were hearing. From the other side of the door came strained grunts. Your heart was racing but you couldn't pull away. You pressed your ear against the door, the voice getting louder and louder.

"(Y/N)," the voice hissed - your suspicions were confirmed, it was Tate. "I-I'm gonna' cum..." He hissed, letting out a loud, relieved moan. Your mind was racing, desperate to see what he looked like in that moment. Moments later, you heard the zipper of his jeans and quicker than you meant to, you began your little run down the hall and down the stairs, no doubt he heard your foot falls. Your heart was going to jump out of your throat, you were sure of it. It was your own fault for thinking you'd ever have any kind of alone time in this house. Tate never left you alone - he saw you. He had to. There was no way that was a coincidence. You opened he fridge, not really looking for anything, just trying to occupy yourself. You jumped when you saw two hands on either side of your head, making contact with the fridge. Speak of the devil.

"Tate! You-you scared me." Whether he saw you or not, it was clear that something had you frazzled.

"Can we talk?" His voice sounded deep, gravelly, almost like when he'd just woken up. You finally turned around and looked up at him. His hair was a bit messy, cheeks tinted a pale pink.

"Yeah, about what?" Your voice shook with your words, hands clasped tightly in front of you. You looked up at him as he pushed his body closer to yours.

"No need to act like you don't know what you heard." He growled, chest pressed tightly to yours. "And I'm not going to act like I didn't see you soaking your sheets thinking about me."

His dark eyes looked bright. He got some kind of thrill out of embarrassing you. You opened your mouth to say something sarcastic back, but no sound came out. Tate being this close to you was making your heart race, you didn't have the overwhelming urge to shove him away like you normally would.

"I think," He whispered, lips ghosting yours, "You like when I tease you." He smirked, one hand moving down your side to your hip. "Why don't you tell me what you were thinking about, hm baby girl?" His lips brushing yours forced an unintentional moan from your throat, cheeks flushing almost instantly. "I-Tate..." You were mesmerized. He had you in the palm of his hand and it excited him. "I wasn't thinking about you." You tried to lie, realizing just how dumb you sounded after the words came out.

"Oh Tate," He raised his tone to mock you, "Fuck me, Tate." He chuckled down at you. "Nothing to be embarrassed about doll, I know you heard me saying your name just like that too." He gave your hip a firm squeeze.

"After what, nine months in this house, I think it's time you live your fantasies."

He held you tightly in his hands, spinning you two around so you were pressed against the edge of the counter top. You had nothing to say. Honestly, you were unbelievably excited. You'd thought about his hands touching your skin, his lips on yours, you've wanted this longer than you cared to admit. Your hand came up to hold one side of his face, taking a fistful of his hair and kissing him - hard. His lips worked against yours perfectly, feeling as if they were made to fit together. He got rougher, not hesitating to take control of you. He pushed you firmly against the cool marble behind your back, lips moving from yours down your jaw and to the soft skin on your neck. His kisses started gentle, but quickly got aggressive, nipping at the skin, leaving purple marks in his wake.

You tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, feeling him smirk against your skin before he pulled back to tug the gray fabric over his head, showing you his slightly toned torso. Your heart rate picked up once again as you looked him up and down.

"Your turn, angel." He cooed softly, watching as you followed his actions, tossing your tank top to the side. He smirked at you, using both hands to grope at your exposed chest, pressing possessive kisses to your chest.

"I've always loved it when you don't wear a bra." He teased you, his playful, mocking tone returning.

"It's much more obvious than you think." He smirked and tweaked one nipple between his pointer finger and thumb, making you whimper from the slightly satisfying jolt of pain. You leaned your head back, allowing your eyes to shut as his tongue replaced his fingers, flicking over your nipple. Your lips were parted, letting out quiet gasps of pleasure. His now free hands moved down your sides and to your jeans, unbuttoning them with ease and sliding them down your thighs. You kicked them aimlessly to the forming pile of clothes on he floor.

His kisses started moving south, trailing them down your breasts, to your stomach, to your hips, finally reaching the thin cotton fabric that was now soaked between your legs. One of his hands came up to lift your leg over his shoulder, his lips pushing a few light kisses against your clothed pussy. You whimpered, desperate for him. You'd never admitted it to yourself, but Tate has always a central theme in your fantasies. He'd force his way into your thoughts without you even realizing it, and after you were done, you'd push it away and pretend like you'd thought about someone else. You didn't want to be attracted to someone as annoying and immature as Tate, but now he had his head between your thighs and you had no intention of stopping it.

He'd pushed the thin fabric aside, flicking his tongue against your clit just once, to make you moan out in pleasure.

"Stop teasing me, dick head." You half whimpered, half challenged him. You did want him, so badly, but you couldn't let him see just how wrapped around his finger you really were. With your words he roughly pulled your hips forward, forcing a harsh smack to your ass.

"I like you much more when you're just moaning my name." He growled, but he listened to you. His lips attached to your clit and he began sucking lightly, not hesitating to push two fingers into your wet heat, making you squeal in pleasure. It'd been a long time since someone else's fingers had penetrated you, and somehow Tate was fucking amazing at it. He curled his fingers perfectly in rhythm with the way his mouth worked your clit. Your hands gripped the edge of the counter top, knees growing weak. You felt that tight heat rising in your tummy, his fingers and tongue getting you so close to release, much quicker than you ever did by yourself.

"Tate- I'm gonna-" He stood up, smoothly lifting you up onto the counter, keeping your leg slung over his shoulder.

"You're cumming on my cock." He growled dominantly, his eyes looking dark and almost feral. He kicked his jeans and boxers to the side, completing the pile of your clothes. You couldn't help but watch as he stroked his length a few times before lining it up with your entrance, pushing into you painfully slowly. You looked up at him, taking in his features. His jaw hung open a bit, blond curls hanging in his eyes. He looked as perfect as someone possibly could. Once he bottomed out inside of you, he looked up, beginning to thrust into you, starting slow and picking up gradually.

"Fuck-" He hissed through gritted teeth, "You're so fucking tight." His hands rested on the counter on either side of your hips, fingertips turning white from how hard he pressed into the surface. He kept up a steady pace for awhile before you felt his hips stutter - he was close. He brought one hand up and began rubbing fast circles over your clit, making your legs tremble around him.

"Cum with me, angel." He growled, fingers picking up their pace, your lips barely brushing his as you felt that tightness return. Your jaw hung open now as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You watched his fingers and hips work in time against you, when all of a sudden you felt him release, covering your walls with his hot cum, forcing the coil in your tummy to snap. You came with him, nails digging into his shoulder, knees feeling weak before it was even over. You watched his face relax once he was finished, chest rising and falling quickly. He looked up at you through his hair, flashing a faint smile. He pulled out of you slowly, pressing a loving kiss into your cheek before bending down to dig through the pile of clothes to find his boxers. He slipped them over his legs, followed by his jeans, but you stayed in your spot on the counter. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" He looked at you, jeans resting low on his hips. "You get on my fucking nerves more than anything, and somehow you managed to have me up on this counter for you." You shook your head, blatantly in shock from what just happened. You didn't want it to end though. There was something about seeing Tate so vulnerable, yet so confident that just left you wanting more. He smirked, pulling his shirt over his head and shrugging. "Neither of us are complaining." He smirked, tossing you your shirt and helping you down from the counter. You pulled your tank top on, opening your mouth to respond when you heard the key turn in the door - your parents were home. "This isn't over, Langdon." You hissed, grabbing your clothes before rushing up the stairs, accidentally slamming your door much harder than you intended. A few weeks had passed since your encounter with Tate, and there had been a repeat of those events every few days. You two started to pick up on what the other one liked. Like how you enjoyed having your hair pulled and Tate enjoyed when you'd kiss his neck. He liked having you in control. For someone as confident and douchey he was, he liked having you dirty talking him, being the more dominant one occasionally. And god damn, that boy was always in the mood. You'd feel his hands on your hips when you'd brush your teeth in the morning, or when you were getting ready for bed, he'd kiss down your shoulders the way he knew you loved. But you didn't mind. If he wanted it, you were happy to drop what you were doing and sleep with him. It was a fun little arrangement. It was late, probably around 2 A.M., Tate was laid next to you, a blanket covering him from the waist down, his arms behind his head. You looked over at him, feeling your heart race a little faster. The more time you spent with Tate, the more you grew to appreciate him. He was funny, and charismatic. He'd make you giggle but then have you bent over your bed in the same minute. You couldn't help but miss the feeling of him when you slept alone in your bed. He was always warm. You pulled the blanket tighter around your chest as you leaned up on one elbow, looking over at his sleepy face. "Tate can I ask you something? It's kind of dumb, but I just need to know." You felt nervous all of a sudden. You weren't even exactly sure what you wanted with him. Could you be in a relationship with someone who died in the 90's? Was that even what he wanted? What if he just wanted to be fuck buddies? Is that okay with you? Your brain was jumbled with all these thoughts, interrupted when he looked over at you, skin almost glowing in the dim light. "What's up?" He looked up at you, his finger drawing lazy circles on his chest. You took a deep breath and visibly shifted, clearly uncomfortable. "What are we?" You blurted out, cheeks going red immediately. "Because we- we fuck a lot. You're in my room a lot. You never let me be alone, and I just don't want to say something weird, or continue being in the dark I guess." Your voice trailed off before you collapsed down onto your back again, suddenly unable to look at him. He looked over at you though, you couldn't meet his eyes. "What do you want to be?" "No, don't put this on me. Answer my question." He sighed, and you finally looked over at hi,. "(Y/N)," He started, looking over your chest before looking back into your eyes. "Honestly, this started as sex." Your heart dropped. "But you're right, we have spent a lot of time together. I like being in here with you, regardless of what we're doing." He moved to cup one side of your face. "I don't want to tie you down, ever. I can't leave this house, and I don't want you to be stuck here with me." You opened your mouth to cut him off, tell him that you were willing to be here with him, for however long he wanted, but he cut you off, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. "How about this - you and me continue what we're doing here. We can be boyfriend and girlfriend here, but I won't be mad if you find someone else, out there." His words almost brought tears to your eyes. You hadn't felt cared for like this in so long, and to be here, this vulnerable and intimate made your eyes well up. "Please just agree. If I could leave this house, I'd ask you to be mine right now, and I'd parade you around for everybody to see. But I can't do that, so we keep doing what we're doing, and see how things progress naturally." He flashed you a close mouthed smile, but it felt genuine nonetheless. One tear fell down your cheek, and you returned his smile. "That sounds perfect to me. Boyfriend and girlfriend, kind of." You grinned before he pulled you into a kiss, hands wrapping around you to keep you in his arms - and you'd stay there as long as he wanted you to.

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bixbythemartian · 6 years ago

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Hi! Im relatively new to your blog, found you thru the princess & warlock story today. Happy 1300! Prompt; cats are always meowing at (character). House cats stray cats friends' cats even that one time at the zoo. They figure hey, cats are just cute chatty little friends, but really they always had something important to say.

Thank you! Also, you accidentally picked one of my favorite things in the world to write about, so this got loooong.

Cats. Cats always chat at me. It’s been going on for most of a year. I have no idea why. Every stray cat I see has to walk up to me and chatter at me. It’s to the point where I carry kitty treats.

My friend, Tara, has three cats and they all have to come meow at me. Every time I come over. It’s a cacaphony of meowing for like five minutes. Tara says they’re usually pretty quiet, and they almost never meow unless, like, something’s up. (Sometimes ‘something’s up’ means ‘there’s a coat hanger on my favorite cushion’ because, well, cats.)

Maybe it’s a pheromone thing? Cats think I smell like someone they need to talk to? They’re pretty friendly.

(Sometimes I think they’re trying to cheer me up because my old cat, the General, passed away. It’s kind of nice and kind of sad to think about at the same time, so I don’t think about it too often.)

It’s kind of fun to go to the zoo. Cheetahs meow, did you know? It’s cute as heck! “Who’s the fastest land mammal?” “Meow. Meow!”

Tigers, uh, do not meow, honestly. I mean they are really big, like, chesty animals so they have a kind of deep growl, but they kind of... bellow at me? They yell. Tigers and Lions yell at me. It’s damn near human sounding.

The looks I get from zookeepers, I’m telling you.

And I swear at one point I had this bobcat, like, out of nowhere walk up and start meowing at me. I tell people about it and they’re like ‘yep, that’s our Ella’ but like seriously that was kind of a bowl quaking moment.

Like, regular house cats can mess you up if they lose their shit at you, and bobcats are fucking stacked, you know? They’re not, like, Lion big but they’re bigger than a lot of dogs, and when it comes right up to you and is like “hey” it is kind of frightening, let me tell you!

It was clearly friendly, which was super weird. It actually did that love rub thing on my ankles as I tried valiantly not to piss itself.

It kept talking to me!

I said “I’m sorry, cat friend, I don’t know what you’re saying,” and gave it cat treats. What else was I gonna do? It did accept my offering of treats and gave me a mildly reproachful look as it wandered off.

Cats, right?

Well, no, actually. This wasn’t a ‘cats, man’ type situation.

So I went to another friend. A... witchy friend, shall we say. She’s kinda weird but in a good way. She’s got a really normal apartment but there’s this one closet that locks that I’ve only ever glimpsed inside of.

Well, I went to her and told her what was up. She owed me a favor anyway, you know?

Well, I told her after her little tiny black cat, Squirt, got done talking to me.

The witch- she’s asked that I don’t name her, because of Reasons- nodded. “I noticed that,” she said. “I wondered if you’d ask me about it.”

“Do you know what’s going on?”

“No idea!” she said cheerfully, and unlocked the closet.

It was a storage closet? It had nothing weird inside. She dug around in it and pulled out a book, which she flipped through for a minute. It looked like a hand-written journal. “Okay, I think I can do this.”

“Do what?”

“Let you understand them. They’ve got something important to say, right?”

“Well, they seem to think so. I thought it was like, I dunno, a pheromone thing.”

“Yeah, that’s why came to me,” she said.

“Well... okay.”

“So we wanna facilitate interspecies communication, right? Do you have a cat?”

“Naw, not since the General died. I couldn’t...”

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “I gotcha. No, that’s fair.”

“Every stray cat in the neighborhood hunts me down.”

“Good, cause you’re not taking Squirt.’

I turned and looked at Squirt. “Hear that?”

“Maow,” Squirt replied.

I followed her to her kitchen, where she started pulling all the spices out of the cabinet.

“I thought all your witchy shit was in the closet.”

“All my valuable shit is in the closet. I’m a kitchen witch. Any allergies?”

“Latex?”

“Shouldn’t be an issue.” She mixed up a cup of tea, stirring. “It’s got a bit of a kick.”

“For real?”

“Try it.”

The tea was warm and floral at first, and then there was a sort of spiciness that was kind of floral as well? And then it kicked me in the back of the throat. I wheezed.

“I warned ya!”

“You did,” I wheezed.

“Drink past it, you’ll be okay.”

The next sip was easier, and tempered with honey. I finally drained it all down, the last drop was honey sweet, though my lips still burned.

“Okay, go for a walk and see what happens.”

“Is this how you do all your magic?”

“Yep! Let me know, I’m curious.”

“Kay,” I said, and let myself back out.

I walked down the street, and then found a side path towards the park, and headed that way.

A stray cat came up to me, and rubbed it’s head on my ankles.

“Oh, now you don’t talk?” I asked.

“We talk,” it said.

I jumped.

“You listen now,” it said.

“Okay, yeah.”

“Come with me,” it said.

“I’m coming, lead the way,” wondering what exactly the witch had put in that tea. It led me to the park, and to the wooded area behind it, through a path that must be mostly used by cats and deer, to a little clearing. Around the edge was a bunch of trash you’d expect in a little clearing near civilization- beer cans and condom wrappers and food trash- and also an absolute herd of friggin cats.

“Oh. Hey. Everybody.”

One tiny cat, maybe still a kitten, came from the back, dodging and weaving. “Hello,” it said. “You have learned that you understand.”

“Sure,” I said. “Seems like y’all had something important to say.”

“The General has traveled to his next life.”

“Yeah. Y’all knew him, huh?”

“It is hard, when an old friend leaves. You have had time to mourn, yes?”

“Yeah. Wait, you want me to get a new cat? That’s the important thing?”

“Yes. New friend. Now you can understand, and talk to us.”

“Why is that important?”

They all kind of looked around, and an old fluffy orange cat that looked something like a matted cushion limped forward. It stared at her, one eye gone milky with age. “My mistress is dying,” it said, simply. “She is the cat witch, the one we speak to. She is dying.”

“You can understand us.”

“We knew you could learn the words.”

“You must help us.”

“Okay, okay, I can’t- settle, please, I can’t understand when you talk at the same time. Okay. So you want me to get a cat and talk to y’all because you need a cat witch.”

“Yes,” the ancient marmalade cat said.

“Why do you need a cat witch?”

“Tis an ancient bargain we struck, when the world was younger. Cat witches speak to us, help us carry our culture. We are so shortlived, you can carry it longer. They learn our magic. We protect.”

“So... I should go to the animal shelter then. No offense, but I have friends and whatever magic lets me get along with y’all-”

“Most of us are not tame enough to live indoors, you are right,” a really big tom said. “We have not elected. It is a choice between you and your next friend.”

“Well, okay. Um, should I- do you want me to talk to your- your mistress?”

The marmalade cat preened. “Yes. I will lead you to her. It is not far, even for humans.” There was a little snickering, which I ignored.

I followed the marmalade cat to a little old lady’s house and knocked.

She immediately scooped up the purring old cat. “There she is, Miss Betsy! Oh, you found her!”

“Yeah.” I glanced at the hilariously named Miss Betsy, but Miss Betsy was too busy purring and drooling. I sighed. “She said I needed to talk to you about this cat witch thing,” I said.

“Oh good, they found one. Yes, come in. Come in. I just made some tea, would you like some?”

I mean, I could go on, but long story short I have a new cat and an old book. Pookie is really taking to the harness, we go for walks every day and talk to the neighborhood cats.

I try to talk to them about the dying songbird population but that’s... well, the progress hasn’t been great, honestly. I’ll keep chipping at it. I have gotten a few of them fixed, the ones who are tired of watching their kittens die. And I have taken in and fostered and rehomed so many kittens. Fortunately, stray cats are good at finding money. I don’t ask where it comes from, it’s probably better that way.

I’m trying to get my neighbors on the harnessed cat thing and that is going pretty well, actually, especially since I am pretty good at convincing cats to wear them long enough to get used to them. Also I kind of have a... rep, now.

So things are going as well as can be expected.

Let me tell you what, though, I am fucking pumped to go back to the zoo.

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cicadasrubbish · 2 years ago

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I posted 73 times in 2022

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#i laughed so hard at this for literally no reason

My Top Posts in 2022:

reasons why i adore against the kitchen floor (hey that rhymed!)

i relate way too much

i just had a situation that made me listen to it around fifteen times today

his voice on “i swear” and how desperate he sounds during the chorus

i made this bangin vent art of my sona singing it

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i’m very bad at reading and interpreting lyrics without looking up meanings, but sometimes just words strung together sounds pleasing, you know? like, it’s something you would probably never hear, or say for that matter, in a normal conversation, but when you think about it it just sounds amazing? so here are some of those instances in will wood songs

the greener grass grows where wildfires fertilize with ashes or sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies -cicada days

the ink upon your jigsaw piece traces you back to your fingerprints -suburbia overture / greetings from mary bell township! / (vampire) culture / love me, normally

so if you wash your hands of where you been until you flood the second floor, neatly fold your skeletons but still can’t shut the closet door -laplace’s angel (hurt people? hurt people!)

you could sing a pretty melody like a black canary, but a crow don’t know the smell of carbon monoxide -marsha, thank you for the dialectics, but i need you to leave

in lipstick on the mirror are the lyrics to my obituary -love me, normally

i could drink your blood if you let me baby, drain you of your blood until you hate me -yes, to err is human, so don’t be one. (song)

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this is my first fic on tumblr, sorry if it’s bad im kind of inexperienced

thanks @todorokiiwassad for basically forming the plot, ilyy

pairing: light yagami x reader

warnings (possibly): caught cheating

genre/fic type: angst

pronouns: you (if that counts)

Caught Cheating

You calmly enjoyed the quiet noise of soft rain landing on the pavement and on your umbrella. The familiar scent of an overcast day filled your nose as the clouds softly rumbled with light thunder to accompany distant lightning. You had a soft smile on your lips as you basked in the state of your day. You had gotten off of work early to see your boyfriend, Light, after he had been gone for multiple weeks. You found it strange how he never specified where he or what was going off to do, but you figured it was fine. You were a faithful and loyal partner, at least, by your standards.

Not wanting to dwell on negative thoughts too much, you instead decided to remember what it was like when he was around, times where you were in his embrace and him making sweet little comments about you and generally making you feel loved flowing through your mind. The mere thought made your smile widen as little remnant tingles of being in his arms danced across your body, making you pick up your pace and the rain make little gentle splashes across the pavement, as your nice rain boots made contact with the wet concrete. You observed the neighbourhood as you wandered past various mailboxes and other assorted neighbourhood norm, knowing his house by heart. Your eyes scanned through the rows of houses, taking in the muted colors of your surroundings as the rain drowned them out, all the while scattering little raindrops across the area.

Soon enough, you began to recognize color patterns on houses, lawns, rows of trees and bushes that decorated the quaint little neighbourhood that your boyfriend lived in, and eventually, his house. As you strode up his driveway, making your way to the steps that emphasized the entrance to his home, you noticed that all the lights were off, strange, yet you just simply hummed and shrugged it off. He was expecting your arrival anyways, why wouldn’t he be there? You walked up the steps to his porch with a light skip of excitement in your step, excited to greet your boyfriend after weeks of him being away. When your eyes locked on his door, all you were met with was a wide open doorframe, with only a simple screen door separating anyone from entering his home, also strange. Your eyes scanned through the grayscale colors of his living room, thanks to the dim, gray lighting of the that shone through his front door where you stood and a window in the living room, leading you to familiar brown hair as your finger hovered over his doorbell, lying only inches away. In mere seconds before you would press the button that would alert him of your presence, you noticed that he wasn’t alone in that dimly lit room.

As your eyes adjusted to the lack of light, and shadows moved around the ground, the light from the doorframe you stood in shines just enough for you to see quite clearly, you dear boyfriend, having a seemingly very enjoyable make-out session with some girl. As the cogs in your brain began spinning trying to process the scene in front of you, it didn’t make it fast enough before you emotions responded first. Your throat stung with dry mouth and a large lump forming from the emotional buildup, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes as one of your hands made its way to cover your mouth, as the pleasant smile that once graced your features quickly dropped and faded away, as if it were never there to begin with. Any happy feeling you had before that moment was immediately washed away by a tidal wave of tears, emotions, and dread as your grip loosened on your umbrella from weakness and shock.

Not able to bear to look at the scene in front of you anymore, your hand tightened around your umbrella once more, and you fled from the house of your cheating boyfriend. As you ran from the neighbourhood you were once happy and gleeful entering, tears fell to the ground, hidden by the rain. You couldn't comprehend what you just saw, you thought he loved you. You thought he cared. Everything he said to you, everything he did for you that made you happy when you thought of it, instead washed a wave of nausea over you every time the thought entered your conscious mind. The rain began to pick up, and so did your pace. You didn’t want to be near the neighborhood, near him. Your mixed emotions gathered in your stomach in a sick feeling that only added to your discomfort while hot tears contrasted the cold weather around you. You wobbled along the sidewalk, arm gripping your side as you knuckles turned white with your grip on the umbrella. Your hand began to hurt but you didn’t care, you needed a grip on something as you made your way to the crossing light.

You continuously wiped your blurry eyes from tears as you waited for a crossing signal, along with many others. You were grateful the sounds of rain and soft chatter around you disguised your distraught sniffs and hiccups. The light changed and you took it as an opportunity to run through the crowd back to your home, desperate to get to some form of privacy.

You saw people running for shelter from the rain, some laughing as they shielded each other with a coat or things of the sort. You couldn’t help but feel jealous at how happy they looked contrasting your sulking state in the gray colors around you. You pulled up your hood as you splashed off to your house, wanting nothing more than to just scream.

As you walked in the front door, you quickly discarded your rain-wet umbrella along with the rest of your rain gear and power-walked to your room, slamming the door aggressively behind you as you stopped resisting the urge to cry. You fell to the floor as you hugged your knees to your chest and his your face in them while hiccups and sobs racked your body as you thought about what you saw. You wailed into your knees in a futile attempt to relieve your emotions, but it failed miserably. You tried to convince yourself that it wasn't what it looked like, but you couldn't bring yourself to justify those claims.

They were just friends.

Friends don't kiss like that.

Friends don't touch like that.

You took in a deep breath, attempting to come to terms with what you saw.

He cheated.

It’s not fair.

After your tears calmed down somewhat, you picked up your phone, about to send a string of sad vent texts to your friend, but you hesitated. As your finger hovered over the send button, your eyes skimmed through the messy paragraph you had typed out. You second guessed yourself as familiar words crossed your eyes with the illumination of your phone’s light on your face in the darkness of your room.

You knew very well that sending those texts would result in Light finding out that you saw him, because your friend cared and they wouldn’t let someone else treat you like this. You appreciated that, you loved your friend but Light would probably want to break up after that, and despite everything you weren't ready to let him go. You thought maybe, just maybe, he still loved you. Maybe, if you pretended, he would hold you again, he would kiss you again, he would love you again, and you could forget about what you saw. Maybe if you tried hard enough, you could be what he saw in that girl. Even though every part of you was tugging and pulling, begging you to do what you knew was good for you, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

You loved him too much. And maybe, if you tried hard enough, he would love you too. You laughed bitterly at yourself, any stray tears left on your eyelashes falling and soaking into your clothes.

You, deciding to rest after the emotional roller coaster you had just been through, laid down for a while. You felt yourself drift off into a gentle sleep, the dream taking away the events of your stress-inducing day. About two hours later, you woke up to the repeated noise of a message notification. Opening them, you found that it was Light, asking why you weren't there. You simply responded that something came up and that you'd meet him tomorrow, and that you did.

The next day when you met up with him, and he entangled you in his arms, bringing a smile to your face and upturning your tired eyes. The two of you simply walked as he ranted about things that happened on his trip, and you tried your hardest to mimic your same behaviour and façade as you convinced yourself everything was ok, that maybe things could last just a little bit longer. You didn’t say much, scared that you would slip up on your words and just hummed and shot him a grin every couple of sentences. You convinced yourself that this could still continue, no matter how much it hurt you.

But you knew in the back of your subconscious that things would collapse sooner or later, and you would be at the center.

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fuckthis-and-fuckthat · 7 years ago

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His loss, my Gian.

JokerXChubby reader.

Summary: Reader reads a text on her boyfriends phone and finds out he’s cheating. She finds him at J’S club and he’s impressed by what she does.

Warning: little bit of smut, like fingering, murder, the joker, language. Yeah, that normal shit. -I’m going to hell. Again. Oh, some fluff if you count that as a warning. J is little nice....out of character. But oh well.

A/N: idk is it’s just me, but I love when people add visuals, such as pictures or gifs, to a story. So there will be lots.

A/N 2: guys, I got carried away. I think I’m gonna write a part 2 for this when they actually have sex. Actually, might turn this into a series. So yeah. I’ve never wrote a Joker fic, so bare with me here.

Part 2- https://1-800-kill-me-im-gay.tumblr.com/post/173576126505/his-loss-my-gain-part-2

Picking up your boyfriends phone, you looked at the screen. A contact named ‘Baby’ said “I’ll see you soon, babe. Meet at club Allibi like usual.”

Oh, cheating on me, I see. Alright.

You hopped into the shower, a plan forming in your head. I’ll get dressed up and go to the club, kill him, and leave. You smiled a little and giggleled, allowing every ounce of anger reside in you, waiting for it to boil over when you saw him.

Slipping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around you body and started to blow dry your hair. Hmmm, I could stab him. That’d be easy and quick. Slit his throat. Cut off his dick. Who knows. Maybe both. You let out a psychotic chuckle and threw your head back.

Deep down, you had a thirst for blood. You enjoyed hurting people. Hurting your self. Physically of course, not mentally. You built up a wall and didn’t feel anything, And when you did, you pushed it away, saving it for when you needed it. So, you weren’t lying when you said you were going to kill him.

You pinned your hair out of your face so you could start doing your makeup. Going light on the foundation but super dark on your eyes and lips.

You sighed happily at yourself and walked to your closet. You had no clue what to wear to this club. No fucking clue. You decided to go for a short velvet dress that was deep purple.

You might be a little chubby and curvy, but that dress hugged every single one of your curves. Grabbing a choker and another necklace, you picked out a pair of combat boots, fishnets, and a leather jacket. You could smell your perfume on it from now many times you’ve worn it. Your smell had seeped into the fabric and you loved it. Ohhhh, I need my knivessss! You chuckled at yourself and grabbed your thigh garter from under your bed and slipped your twin knives into it, sliding it on your leg.

Oh yeah, you looking good. You chuckled again, and flipped off your lights, and walked out your bedroom door. You didn’t live far from J’s club. Just a few blocks, so you decided to walk and get your blood flowing. A few cars slowed down and yelled things out the window to you or honked their horn. It didn’t really bother you, not until you heard a car speeding down the road, turning your head, you saw it. The jokers lambo. Your heart sped up in your chest and you felt your knees go weak.

Turning your head back around you continued strutting down the road, the street lights bouncing of your glittered eyelids. Right when you reached the club, the lambo pulled up. You about pissed your pants. Not out of fear, but excitement. The man of your dreams, your hero, he was right there.

You looked at the line outside of the club ad groaned, throwing your head back. “Holy fuck, dude.” You turned to go walk down the line when you heard his voice, and what you heard made your walking wobble.

“The one in the purple dress.” Fuck. I’m gonna die. Hey, at least I go by him!

“Miss?” You turned around when someone grabbed you arm. The man was dressed in black, head to toe, including unglasses. “Mr. J wants you.” He pressed his hand on the small of your back and started walking you towards J.

“Nah ah, hands off of what’s mine, Luke.” J said , giving the guy named Luke a glare. Did he just call me his? Oh yeaaaahhhh!

“Yes sir.” Luke turned around and went back to his post by the line.

“Care to join me, dollface?” He said, more of a statement than a question.

“Always.” You smiled at him, Trying to hide the fact that you were about to shit bricks with excitement. He wrapped his arm around your waist and you instantly pressed yourself against him. It was two pieces of a puzzle colliding for the first time. You thought that he felt it too, because he let out a satisfighed sigh and pulled you closer to him.

You sat on a couch in the V.I.P area that was facing the dance floor. Your eyes were everywhere, searching the dance floor and bar. Your body slumped forward with your arms on your knees and hands balled into fists. You were knocked out of the daze when J pushed the hair behind your head and gently kissed you neck. You turned your head, giving him more access to graze his sliver teeth across your skin and nip at your ear,

“Who you tryin’ to kill, baby?” His hand slipped to your fishnet clad thigh where the garter was.

“What? No one.” You didn’t know why you lied to him. Maybe because he thought that you couldn’t kill someone. He pulled out one of the knives, trailing it down your neck and holding it against your throat.

“Don’t lie to daddy, Baby girl. He doesn’t like it.” J moved closer to you, his face getting closer and closer to you until your lips were pressed against his. “Who?” He slid the knife down to the exposed skin between your breast and pushed the knife into you. You let out a moan and closed you eyes, loving that feeling of pain. You opened your eyes and looked at him, causing a rush of heat to settle between your legs.

“My boyfriend. I’m killing my boyfriend.” you said, attactching your lips to his. He kissed back, roughly, letting the blade slide down your skin and leave a trail of blood. J threw the knife and grabbed a hold of you, moving to where you were now straddling his lap.

You held his cheeks in both hands as his were groping your ass, pushing you down in his clothed erection. You let out a whimper and moved your hands into his hair, fingers latching onto the lime green locks, loving the feeling of the gel. You pulled roughly, causing his head move back and he let out a growl, slapping hardly on your ass.

“Daddy.” You whined, now grinding against his hard cock. “I need to focus.” You moved your head to the side and he continued attacking your neck. Biting, licking, sucking, kissing, he was doing everything.

“You can focus when daddy is done with you, baby girl.” J stuck a hand between your body’s and reached between your thighs, ripping your fishnets open. He slid his hand farther up your thigh and rubbed against your naked sex. “No panties? Naughty, naughty, naughty. Daddy’s gotta spank you later.

“Please, daddy. I need you to touch me.” You wrapped your hand around his wrist pushed his fingers against you, rubbing through your slick and causing you to cry. “Fuck.” You continued dragging his hand across your pussy, hitting your clit each time. “Daddy, I need your fingers inside of me.”

J happily laughed, sticking two fingers inside of your dripping core, “fuck you look so hot fucking my fingers like that.” His free hand rummaged through his suit jacket, trying to find his phone. Once he found it, he started taking pictures. Some of your face and others of your pussy wrapped around his fingers.

Honestly, you were surprised he was letting you do this. Letting you slightly take control and tell him what to do, and fucking Christ it was hot.

Before you could cum, he pulled his fingers away, making you whine in protest. “You can cum when you go take care of business. Now, take that pretty ass over there And do it.”

You watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them off, loving the way her eyes devoured him. Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his, moaning as you tasted yourself. Your fingers danced around his chest and ran along the gold chains that hung there. “Can I wear one? You know, as a good luck charm?”

Your voice was soft and innocent, putting on a cute act and pretending that J didn’t just finger you in his club. “Go ahead, doll.” You grabbed the chain and slid it over his head, placing it on your neck. It hung perfectly between the valley of your breast. He placed a kiss where the chain was, “Make daddy proud.” You were about to get up when He realized He didn’t know your name, so he stopped you. “You gotta name, baby?”

You turned back around and smiled, “its Y/N. Y/N Y/LN.” you slipped the knife into your garter and took off your jacket, leaving your arms and back exposed. You didn’t say anything, just looked at J and winked, and strutted away.

He watched as you pulled a girl by the hair, throwing her across the floor until she hit her head. Out cold. J leaned forward, watching as your boyfriend grabbed your throat. You laughed historically, letting out a loud ‘HAHAHA!’, resembling his signature one. Turning your head, you locked eyes with J, smiling at him before you brought your arm up and knocked it against your boyfriends, causing him to let go of your neck. Throwing a kick into his crotch, he hunched his body forward. You took the opportunity to kick him in his face until it was bloody and he was laying on his back.

“Mr. J, do you want me to stop her?” Luke asked him. J let a smile reep onto his face as he watched you straddle your boyfriend with a knife to his throat. Your dress was riding up and he could see where the fishnets were torn.

“No, let her keep going. Get her clothes. She’s coming home with me.” He waved off his guard, standing up and walking closer as he watched you with anger twisted on your face.

“Why!” You screamed at the bloody man under you. “Why did you cheat?”

He let out a drunken laugh, “look at you. Who could ever love a pig like you? I don’t want a girl with scars and stretch marks. I don’t want you.”

You felt a pang in your heart. One you thought you wouldn’t feel. It wasn’t sadness, more like anger. You felt you stomach twist and you grabbed the second knife. Twisting them in your hands, you brought them down, jabbing them into his eyes before he could blink. “Fuck. You.”

A/N: there will be a part two, possibly more parts. Let me know what you think about it and if you’d like to be tagged. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

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xsuperhero-expertx · 7 years ago

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So I wrote a thing. Its horrible. I have it on my wattpad but decided to post it here too.

Characters: Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans, Aaron Taylor Johnson(barely) and y/n

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING attempted rape mention!! Just an overall warning so if you’re sensitive I suggest one of my other fics ❤️ ⚠️

Please don’t leave me

As I’m laying in bed my hands start to shake and my body starts to tremble. My mind going into overdrive.

“Oh no not again” y/n thought

Why does this happen to me

My anxiety gets the better of me

My mind going into overdrive

I cant comprehend anything

My boyfriend is the only thing that can calm me down most times

My best friend is back for a week to attend her cousins wedding. My boyfriend Chris insisted on her staying with me to make sure I’m okay.

Sobs start to wrack my body and i cant control it. I start breathing heavy. There’s too much air but yet not enough making it hard to breathe. It feels like someone is stabbing me in the chest

Scar comes running down the hallway after hearing my screams.

“Y/n?! Are you okay?”

“No!” I sob out

“H-he’s going to f-find someone else and l-leave me” i start sobbing harder my body shaking

“Y/n Chris fucking loves you honey, he’s never going to leave you. You’re all he brags about. At one point Anthony told him and i quote ‘to shut his pie face because its annoying’”

“Ask any of the cast y/n, Chris fucking loves you.”

“I want to believe you but i cant” i sob out “Why the f-fuck would he love someone as fucked up as me?” I sobbed harder — Its been over an hour and i still cant calm down. I should’ve went to the hospital by now. Panic attacks shouldn’t last this long. She called my brother Aaron. He’s trying to help but nothing is helping me at this point. My mind is telling me lies i can’t help but believe

My sobs were so Loud i didn’t hear scar call someone until shes rubbing my back and puts the phone to my ear.

“Y/n baby?” “Can you hear me?”

Its Chris. My heart starts to beat harder and my stomach is turning in on itself in guilt

“Im sorry!” I sobbed out

“Hey, hey, baby girl calm down, its okay. I promise. I don’t hate you baby. I promise I’m going to come home to you as soon as were done and i promise i wont leave your side for as long as possible.”

“Can you try to calm down for me baby doll?” He says, still hearing my sobs in the phone

“I c-can’t Chris!”

“Shh baby okay. Breath with me, In 5, 1 2 3 4 5 . Breathe out 1 2 3 4. Okay?”

“In 1 2 3 4 5. You ready? Out 1 2 3 4”

“I can’t Chris I’m trying i cant calm down! Im so scared y-you’re going to l-leave me!”

I lost it. I just started screaming. crying. Curling up into a ball.

Aaron comes over and climbs in the bed with me.

“Shh y/n/n. It’s okay.” He says while rubbing you back.

Meanwhile on the phone

S: “Chris i don’t know what to do”

C: “I’m trying to think of something .”

C: “Did you put her in one of my shirts?”

S: “She already had one on when i got here. ”

S: “I even turned on one of your movies so she could hear your voice and she cried harder.

S: "I even brought her the blanket you take on planes, because you left it in the closet and it smells like you.”

S:“It didn’t help.”

They both hear the scream.

“NO! I want Chris!”

C: “My poor baby, God I’m so sorry”

C: “i should be there”

S"Chris it isn’t your fau-“

C: "i can’t take this. give me a minute.”

C: “don’t hang up”

A few seconds goes by

C: “Hey Rob, I need a favor ”

Scarlett can hear their conversation through the phone

R:“ Chris it’s fucking 3am”

C: “its y/n, i need to borrow your private jet. I need to get home. ”

C:“ I don’t have time to wait for the airport and shit ” C:“I’ll pay you, I’ll do whatever i have to do. I need to get home”

Y/n’s scream comes bellowing through the phone so loud that Rdj can even hear it. Chris lets out an extremely unmanly sob.

R: “okay let me put on some clothes and well go. I’m not waiting for the pilot, i know how to fly it.”

C: “dude i can’t thank you enough”

R: “it really sounds like she needs you. If that was my wife, not even God himself could stand in my way from getting to her”

C:“thank you”

Chris starts walking back to his hotel room to pack his essentials.

C: “Scar take y/n the phone.” C: “I’m coming home”

S: “ are you sure thats a good idea?”

S: “you could loose your job”

C:“ you think i give a shit? Its my girlfriend were talking about here. My entire world. I would go to hell and back and bring heaven and earth with me if i had to”

Scar walks back into the bedroom and gives y/n the phone, who is still sobbing and shaking in Aaron’s arms

C:“ hey baby, I’m comin’ home okay?”

Y/n: “okay” she hiccups.

Y/n: “i love you” and she starts sobbing again.

C:“ i love you too, doll”

Scar takes the phone back

C: “i have a few questions while i wait for Rob, is that okay?”

S: “of course it is”

C:“this is the worst I’ve ever heard her let alone seen her. We’ve been together since the first captain america came out.” C:“what happened tonight?”

S:“ all i know its its y/f/n’s birthday. They went out to the bar, she didn’t even wanna go, but they guilt tripped her. Then all i know is shes She ran into the apartment. She ran upstairs and took a really fucking long shower. Like un-normally long for y/n and then i heard her screams and sobs.”

C: “i wanna know what the hell happened at that bar”

S:“you and me both.”

C: “Robs here, gotta go, i should be home in about an hour”

C:“thank you scar”

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About 45-50 minutes later the front door burst ope, and they hear Chris running up the stairs. He burst through the bedroom and takes one look at your shaking frame underneath the blankets.

“Oh my God, my poor baby. He whimpers. Actually fucking whimpers

"Im gonna go, call me if you need me” scar whispers and pats Chris’ back and walks out the door closing it behind her

“Y/n babe? Im here”

Chris says crouching down be side the bed, Aaron being already gone.

“Chris?” Y/n whimpers

She rolls over and actually sees him not realizing he isn’t on the phone anymore but in front of her. She throws the blankets off of her shivering body and throws herself into his arms. Knocking him and her both back onto the floor.

“Chris!” Y/n sobs gripping his shirt so tight in her small fragile hands. Not that he minds

“Im here baby.” He says wrapping his arms around her.

He stands up still holding her and manages to get his shoes, socks, and pants off without putting her down. Now leaving him in just his boxers and t-shirt.

He climbs into the bed. Her small frame still clinging to his body, like her life depends on it. Because in her eyes. It actually does. Her breathing starts to slow just from being in his arms.

“Y/n baby?” “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I-i went to the b-bar for y/f/n’s birthday, i didn’t wanna go. I w-wanted to stay here and FaceTime you like every night.”

She takes a deep breath. “But they guilt tripped me into g-going so i did. They were all dancing with guys and i had no interest in doing so. Boyfriend or not. So i sat at the booth in the back by the h-hallway that leads to the bathrooms.”

“Well this g-guy.” She lets out a shaky sob.

“This guy h-he decided he wanted me to dance with him. I politely declined. He wanted to buy me a drink. I politely declined again. I didn’t w-want to tell him i have a boyfriend because i shouldn’t have to have a boyfriend for someone to leave me alone. I was trying to m-maintain my morals and values.”

"W-well he wasn’t having it. I eventually told him i have a boyfriend and to leave me the fuck alone. He didn’t. He instead said 'i don’t see him anywhere, so what'dya say about goin’ to have some fun darlin’ ” he then proceeded to k-kiss me. And to which I pushed him off and he wouldn’t stop he just pinned my a-r-rms above my head against the wall"

She lets out an extremely loud sob

“Its okay baby girl I’m right here,he cant hurt you anymore”

“He then k-kept groping and touching me and i tried to make him stop. He spun us around to the side of the wall in the hallway where no one would see.”

“A-and he.”

She sobs again. Loosing it. Chris just rubs her back soothingly, listening to her tell him what happened.

“He t-tried to rape me!” “But i head butted him in the n-nose and ran”

She sniffles and sobs a little bit more

“Please don’t leave me Chris please?!?”

“I d-didn’t mean to cheat on you” She sobs harder now her entire body shaking in his arms.

“Look at me baby. ” “No don’t look away.” “Look me in the eyes”

“You” “y/f/n ” “Y/m/n” “Y/l/n” “Did not” “Cheat” “On me” “Okay?”

She just nods and curls into his chest more “I love you y/f/n - y/m/n”

“Y/n its okay.” “It wasn’t your fault baby” Chris says.

She just leans up and kisses him. “Im sorry.” She whispers

“I love you” she says.

“I love you more, baby girl.”

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walkerismychoice · 7 years ago

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Bad Decisions (Damien X MC)

Book: Perfect Match

Rating: R/NSFW

Word Count: 1322

Author’s Note: This part 5 in the series chronicling my head-cannon of Damien and MC’s relationship up to present day, explaining why they have never been more than friends. Kai is out of character here for a bit (where the NSFW scene comes in), but that was kind of the point. I hoped I redeemed her enough by the end. Parts 1-4 are linked below

Tag List: @lizeboredom @hhiggs

Part 1: For Safety | Part 2: Man of the Hour | Part 3: Sticky Situation

Part 4: Betrayal

Damien didn’t know how he had expected Kai to react when he showed her the pictures. He knew it wouldn’t be pretty, but he didn’t realize he would be made out to be the bad guy. In retrospect, he could understand why Kai felt he overstepped. If he had it to do all over again, he would have come to her first thing when he had suspicions that Kyle was cheating. Kai still might have gotten mad at him then, but he wouldn’t have broken her trust like he had now. This would be much harder for Kai to get over, if she ever could, and that killed Damien. He couldn’t imagine his life anymore without Kai in it.

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Kai had gotten back from St. Thomas on Monday and planned to go right back to work on Tuesday. But then she lost the two most important men in her life all at once, and she couldn’t bear to go back yet. She only emerged from her room to grab some food (when she actually had an appetite) or she needed to use the bathroom.

If she was being honest with herself, she was much more upset about Damien than Kyle. She now realized she was more in love with the idea of Kyle than the man himself. Although not thrilled with the circumstances, she was glad she found out his true character now rather than after she married him. But Damien…she had trusted him more than anyone aside from Nadia. Why hadn’t he trusted her enough to talk to her right away? Maybe she was being too hard on him, but with everything happening all at once, she needed more time to sort out her feelings. She wanted to let Damien back in again, but she wasn’t sure yet if she should.

“Are you ever going to join the real world again?” Nadia asked standing in Kai’s bedroom doorway. “This isn’t healthy, and you aren’t feeling any better by isolating yourself.”

“It’s Friday,” Kai said softly. Kai used to look forward to Fridays all week long, getting to hang out with her two best friends. This Friday was just a big fat reminder that she didn’t have Damien as a friend anymore, at least not now.

“I’m glad you still have a grasp of what day it is.” Nadia joked. “Being that it is Friday, it is all the more reason to get out of here and do something fun. Something that doesn’t remind you of those guys who shall not be named. "I know, let’s go dancing! Dam-, I mean that guy we won’t talk about would never go dancing with us. It will take your mind off of everything.”

“That would require showering and putting on real clothes. I’m not sure I’m up for it.”

“Please Kai, do this for me. I’m really stating to worry about you. I’ll pick out your clothes and do your hair and makeup. Minimal effort on your part.”

“Fine,” Kai conceded, “but I can’t promise I’ll stay out long.”

“All I ask is that you try.” Nadia smiled as she headed towards Kai’s closet.

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There was a long line to get into the club, but Nadia knew the bouncer, so she and Kai got in right away. Kai was feeling a bit self conscious in the short and sparkly dress Nadia picked out. Nadia said Kai didn’t have anything sexy enough in her closet, so she grabbed one of her own dresses. She had to admit, she looked really good, but she wasn’t necessarily up for the type of attention this might bring.

“Are you ready to hit the dance floor?” Nadia asked as soon as they walked through the doors.

“I think I need a drink or two first,” Kai said as she dragged Nadia to the bar.

Several shots and some time later, Kai had lost track of how many drinks she had and was past the point of making good decisions. Nadia was off at one of the corner tables engaged in conversation with some guy she was dancing with earlier. Kai felt someone come up from behind and start grinding on her. On any other night she would have turned around and said “no thanks,” but on this night and in her current condition, she welcomed any feeling that wasn’t sadness or depression. They danced for a couple songs and Kai could feel how turned on he was. Again, normal, sensible Kai would have been turned off by this, but not now.

The guy leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You want to go somewhere more private?”

Kai turned to face him. Her inner voice was screaming no, but her head nodded yes. He was hot and she was feeling reckless. He led her way in the back to more secluded bathroom and locked the door behind them.

His lips came down on hers with urgency. He wasted no time spinning her around and bending her over the counter. This was not like her. She did not do one night stands. But for some reason she wanted this, needed this. He traced his hand up her leg between her thighs. He pulled the fabric of her underwear aside to feel her wetness. A moan escaped as his fingers grazed her clit. He pulled her hair aside and kissed her neck as he pressed himself closer to her.

“Oh Damien…” She froze as soon as the words escaped her lips.

“That’s not my name, but I’ll let you call me whatever you want.”

“Oh my god, oh my god, what am I doing…I’m so sorry I can’t do this.” Kai ran out of the bathroom at found Nadia still talking to that same guy.

“Kai, are you okay?”

“Sorry Nadia but we need to leave right now. I’ll explain later.”

“Okay. James it was nice to meet you. Call me sometime.”

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Kai and Nadia got back to their apartment. “So Kai, are you ready to tell me what happened back there.”

“Umm…let’s just say I was seconds away from having sex with some random guy, and the only thing that saved me was that I accidentally called him Damien. I’m going to bed now. Please don’t bring this up ever again. I’m drunk enough now to tell you about it, and will be too sober in morning to acknowledge that it ever happened.

Kai got ready for bed. She knew she had told Damien not to contact her, but she was halfway dissapointed that he hadn't ignored her wishes. Was this not hard for him like it was for her? She looked at her phone one more time, and still being drunk enough to make bad decisions, she decided to text Damien.

Kai: I'm still mad at u

Damien: OK. That's understandable

Kai: but i miss u

Kai: shit. nevermind. Im drink. Pretnd i didnt say aynthign

Damien: Are you okay?

Damien: Kai, are you there?

=====

Damien was caught off guard by Kai's text. It was good to hear from her, no matter what she said. She sounded pretty drunk but she wouldn't have said she missed him if it wasn't true. He was a little concerned that she didn't respond to his last text so he decided to text Nadia and make sure Kai was home safe. They had messaged back and forth a few times since that night. Nadia wasn't as mad at Damien, but she was letting Kai take the lead on this. He received a text back a few minutes later:

Nadia: Kai is home safe and sleeping. She almost made a choice she would have regretted in the morning, but you saved her, in a way. I promised Kai I wouldn't say any more. You will have to ask her some day.

Damien had no idea what that meant, but for the first time all week, he had hope his friendship with Kai could be repaired.

#perfect match #playchoices #damien nazario #damien x mc #my fic

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redsky123love · 7 years ago

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Why do you have a Stripper Pole in your Room? Chapter 1: A team and a Pole

"Miraculous for the win!"

Ladybug shouted as she waves her fist in the air with a smile on her face. In front of her was a scared child that was staring up at five teenagers of the rainbow. Seconds later, Paris was cheering the five teens on before they jumped away onto the nearest rooftop. Once on the highest point, that wasn't the tower, the five teens looked at each other with smiles.

"Oh my gosh, that was amazing Ladybug!" Rena Rouge shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Yea, like how you swooped in and wrestle that guys henchmen to the ground was pawesome!" Chat said with hearts in his eyes as he leans over for a hug. Only to be rejected by her gentle hand brushing against his face.

"Thank you, but I couldn't do it without your help." She said as she gives each and everyone a smile as she looks at the indivisual:

"Queen Bee, without your bombs we would have never broken through his force field."

"Oh stop it!" Queen Bee says with a blush. Ladybug's eyes then move to the green hoodied male.

"Coquille dure (Hard-shell in French. I think that's a cool name!) Without your shield-shell, he would have hurt those people." Ladybug said.

"Thanks Bug!" Coquille dure said in a hyper voice. She then turns her head to Rena Rouge.

"Your illusions helped saved the day by tricking him his plan worked." Ladybug said. "Nice thinking at the last minute too by the way."

"Thank you!" She said.

"And my partner since the beginning, thank you so much for…uh…" Ladybug was lost for words since this would be the first time she compliments him. To be honest though, he really didn't do much than just punch him alongside Ladybug. It was helpful, but it wasn't that special.

"Good job on not getting…brainwashed." She said, this made the yellow bee burst into laughter.

"OH MY GOD!" She laughed. Chat Noir crosses his arms over his chest as he stares daggers at the blonde girl. When her eyes made contacted with his, she immediately stops. Then pretends to brush something her shoulder. His green eyes then look over to his princess, they were sad, as if someone had stepped on his tail sad.

"Chat Noir, you and I have been doing this longer than them. You know I appreciate you 100%." She said, this made him form into a sideways, upside-down three. "Although I was a bit suspicious on how you knew how to ride down a pole."

"Practice my lady." Chat said with a smirk.

"You're a pole dancer!?" Ladybug asked.

"That would actually explain your costume." Rena Rouge said with a smirk.

"No, it does not!" Chat said.

"You look like a character from a BDSM hentai comic. The one character that tricks the pretty big breasted girl into going into his basement of sexual torture. And once there, you change into this outfit to violate her in so many ways, to the point she loses all her sense and gives into the painful pleasure. Basically becoming a mindless sex slave." Queen Bee said. Making everyone look at her with an expression of horror and discomfort.

"What the actual living fuck?" Chat asked. You could hear the small hint of fear rolling off his tongue. Coquille dure looks over to Ladybug and scans her a bit. Staring at her somewhat noticeable big pillow's that was her bust. He then looks at Chat for a second before saying:

"Dude…she not wrong though."

"I am not or ever will be a hentai character! Bedside's, Ladybug would probably kick my ass if I were to do that to her! It's a waste of my time!" Chat said. The remaining three slowly backs away from the two blondes in fear for their lives. Rena Rouge leans towards Ladybug and whispers:

"I would watch my back…" She whispers.

"OH COME ON!" Chat shouted. This made Ladybug giggle at his reaction.

"She's just joking, your all joking!" She said, but deep down inside she was like:

Dear god I hope they are joking…

Before anyone could say anything, Ladybug's Miraculous started to beep. Telling the girl it was time to go. Seconds later, the area was being filled with loud beeping sounds coming from all directions.

"TIME TO GO! BREAK!" Ladybug shouted at her teammates. Dismissing all of her comrades before soaring through the skies to get home. Once on her balcony, she changes back into Marinette with a bright pink flash. With her tiny friend floating in the air.

"Another Akuma defeated! I am proud of you Marinette, your such a great leader!" Tikki said with a weak smile as she takes a seat on the wooden rail. The blue haired girl nods her head to her friend's words. But she didn't look too happy, in fact, she looked rather sad.

"What's wrong?" Tikki asked.

"I feel sort of bad about what I said to Chat. You know, when I was giving props to everyone." Marinette said. "Why couldn't I think of anything to say to him."

"Because your use to him and he's already special." Tikki said. "Don't worry Marinette, I am sure Chat noir knows you care for him."

(Adrien)

"SHE THINK'S IM WORTHLESS!"

Adrien shouted in his walk-in closet with tears running down his eyes. The door to his walk-in closet was closed, he was sitting on his knee's in front of a wall he dedicated to Ladybug. No seriously, it was a closet space that he decorated with Ladybug pictures, stuff toys and even Ladybug pattern candles that leaked wax in the shame of a heart. Plagg, for some unknown reason, would lay a doll on the shrine with a pink jacket and ballerina shoes next to the candle.

"Dude she didn't say you were worthless." Plagg said as he lays the doll on the shrine. "Also, I think your crush is going a little too far."

"It's a shrine!"

"It's creepy! Why not be normal and have a picture of her on your phone!?" Plagg asked. Adrien pulls out his phone and show's Plagg the millions of pictures Ladybug…even the hentai fanart of her and Chat.

"What is wrong with you humans and drawing pictures like that! You are children for Christ sakes! And why do you even have those pictures on your phone!?" Plagg shouted.

"It fills the hole of my dreams."

"Those are some perverted dreams." Plagg said in shame. Adrien rolled his eyes before standing up from his position. Getting to his feet, he stretches a bit before looking at the shrine of his beloved Bug.

"Please…give me a sign that our love will happen! Please tell me universe in some form of way that she and I will be one!" Adrien said. And as asked, the universe did send a message. By having the candles are blown out and the doors to the closet shut without the help of no one. The eye's of both Plagg and Adrien widen at the sight of this.

"That some was some mystical shit, man." Plagg said before flying into Adrien's back pocket. The blonde nods his head before quickly walking out of the room. Once he opens his doors, his milky smooth coloring of skin fades to pure white at the sight of his father.

"DADDY!" Adrien shouted in shock.

"Son?" Gabriel asked as he takes a peek at his son walk in closet. Gabriel didn't know about his son's fascination with Ladybug…truthfully he didn't know anything about Adrien.

"Hi…" Adrien said with an awkward smile. Plagg sticks his head out from Adrien's back pocket to listen to this conversation better.

"What were you doing in the closet?" Gabriel asked as an eyebrow raises a bit. Adrien was looking around the room for an excuse to say to his father, but he couldn't come up with one.

"Nothing…" Adrien muttered.

"You expect me to believe you weren't doing anything in the closet beside talking to yourself?" Gabriel growled. He tries to push Adrien to the side, but the young man stops him.

"What are you hiding boy?" Gabriel asked his father.

"I…" Adrien's voice was shaking. But, he came up with something that would keep his dad out of his room. "I was…masturbating."

The blonde boy said, making his father stop in his tracks. He then backs steps out of the closet. Plagg was slowly making his way back into his master pocket. Gabriel just shakes his head in shame before walking into the middle of the room. Adrien closes the door of the closet before walking over to the lonely pole that was near his bed. Gripping the metal, he spins his body around it as he slowly glides down to the ground.

"Adrien, Nat has you down for a shoot at 11 tonight." Gabriel said as he turns his attention to the dust on Adrien's coffee table that was in the middle of his room. Adrien, who was still on the pole for some weird reason. As his father talks, he twists his body around a bit around the pole. He then grips the end before swinging his body in an upwards motion, allowing his legs to dangle past his head. Gabriel turns his body around to look at his son.

"Once done I want you straight…ADRIEN?" Gabriel shouted at his son. Making the blonde male fall to the ground on his back with a loud thump sound. Even Nat heard it from downstairs, she then heard the screams of:

"HOW DID YOU FALL!?" Gabriel shouted.

"I THINK MY HANDS ARE STILL STICKY!" Adrien shouted back at his father. Nat looks up the stairs with a confused expression as the yelling continued.

"WASH YOUR HANDS!" Gabriel shouted.

#mircaulous ladybug #marinette #marinette dupen-chang #adrien #adrien agreste #adrienette #Chloe #nino lahiffe #alya #Gabriel #hawkmoth #Akuma #boredom #old/newest fanfic #plagg #tikki #funny

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probablybackstoryrpgideas · 7 years ago

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The story of Thorin Dankil

Im @deliciouslycookingrpgideas This is the backstory of my current character.

(Please note that i had not seen the hobbit yet and didnt know who Thorin Oakenshield was when I named my char)

Hey here ya go. Its 6,000 or so words and if backstory wishes I will make a more readable post about this lol [Mod Note: Thank you so much for submitting! This was a wonderful read, I can tell how much love and time you put into it, so I’m honored to have this as the first submission to the blog.]

This is Thorin Dankil’s Backstory

I was an average young lad. Bright, strong, with an insatiable curiosity. I grew up loved, in a large household, with five siblings, Jensora, Merlyn, Magdal, Tornar, and Emnyl, two parents Barrik and Tizra; it was always hectic. And for his part, Barrik raised his children to be true dwarves, ale drinkin and bar fightin and all. Tizra also raised them when Barrik was away at the war. As they grew, the Dankil family seemed to be at peace.

Then everything changed when the fire nation attacked. One hundred years passed and there is a new avatar, an airbender named Aang. While his airbending skills are great, he has a lot to learn before he’s ready to save anyone. But I believe, Aang can save the world

Jensora (f) and Tornar (m) were twins and the eldests. I was next, and following me was Merlyn (f), then Magdal (m), then Emnyl (f).

Well, the war was goin pretty great. We seemed to be winning. But the elves were great strategists, and even though we were winning, we suffered heavy losses. My father Barrik was among them, or at least he was M.I.A. Around this time my mother Tizra was not taking his death well, even though she knew he went on to a better place. I stepped up and helped out when my siblings could not. I learned I had an immense affinity for cooking, and held a cook off every two weeks, which always seemed to raise some spirits. I could whip up a delicious meal for seven with two zucchini, a tomato and a chicken. And if I added rice, it became a meal for twelve.

As I helped my mother with her grief, I found myself around the church often, and helped Father Beldar with his duties, since he was elderly and mother preferred to grieve alone. I became knowledged about the faith, and even though I had always believed, I found that I really understood everything. I found myself really considering joining the faith, but between my siblings being artisans of sorts and soldiers and scholars and whatnots, and no one to take care of my mother except Emnyl, and myself being reigning champ of the whole county in our annual cook offs for twenty one years running, I had alot on my plate to begin with.

I decided to just try out the faith and if it didn’t work out for me then I would be a chef. So I went to learn more about the faith at the school in Bhaledur about ten miles away. When I went there, I was amazed with how many people could be in one place and not know each other. I found the church easily, and was amazed at how many books were there, and became intent on learning to read them. I also really enjoyed learning of clerics who could, through devotion, conjure great feats of magic, perhaps even raise the dead.

And when I talked with my classmates (which I will get into in a moment) (well, only one of them i suppose ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ), I found many of them had things in common with me. Saweryn Thoras gave me a run for my money as best chef in town, and we spent many a night trying to one up each other. Seja Gorotan and I shared an interest in the magical aspect of school, and we shared several long nights in a back closet, (explained why not our rooms in a moment) learning the ins and outs of the magic process.

Despite being a large facility, we had to share rooms with another person, genders being separated, which makes sense for the most part. Though as far as I understood, copulation among non married people or even among priests was never frowned upon.

This was where I met Gadrin Branka. This son of a bitch was going to be the cause of a lot of my inner turmoil. He was devilishly handsome, I mean the guy could turn and wink and you’d be as mud in his hands, he could do anything he wanted with you. He was a fencer. An award winning one too. He also had a heart of gold, he was the kindest person I met, excluding a few key individuals. And damn did he have pipes. The man could sing a tune and the mountains themselves would be so moved they cried. Gadrin was going to be my best friend for years. We had all but one class together, him having conversion: bringing others to the faith and me having medical herbology.

Gadrin and I were inseparable. We spent almost every moment together when not with other students, and even then we were constantly together. We would sleep, eat, study, and party together. We were so close we could tell people stories about the other’s great grandmother.

It changed a bit on the third friday after I took the big herbology test in my third year there. It was a normal friday, we (Gadrin and myself) would go to class and then off to Saweryn Thoras’s home to party. Well, Gadrin and I had a bit too much to drink, even for dwarves. And, after an embarrassing game of stack the dwarf, (which Gadrin and I lost btw) we all played a version of truth or dare. Well it went great, a few dares here concerning the plant in the corner of the room, a few truths about crushes and such there. But then Seja Gorotan (now Saweryn’s gf btw) had a brilliant idea. So she dared Gadrin to kiss me. And he turned and gave me that stare that I can still feel today, ooh mama he was hot. Well we lock eye contact, and he goes in for it. Well I’m sure as hell not stoppin him so we lock lips and go for it. It was a few minutes later when I was called on to say truth or dare when I realized we were still kissing. We broke apart and I could tell Gadrin was hoping it could continue much longer. I winked at him and made some remark about continuing later and he brightened up considerably, much to the amusement of our host. But we continued to play the game and eventually moved on to a version of five dragon ante, which I failed miserably at. Both Gadrin and I were terrible at cards. We could bullshit like no body’s business, but as far as the game, we were both shit drunk. We found ourselves back at the complex and fell asleep in the same bed, Gadrin’s arm nestled neatly around me as we cuddled. We didn’t talk about it for a few days bc we both knew we liked it, but Gadrin (I) needed a bit of time to process what this meant.

After we discussed it, we started dating slowly and were more inseparable than before. It annoyed our single friends so much they would deliberately sit in between us just so they wouldn’t have to look as we cuddled, much to our amusement.

It was customary that clerics served in the military as medical personnel for a few years before moving on to see if we had a calling for it. So Gadrin and I requested to be put on the same post so we could have someone to screw around with. Well we got it, but at the front lines. It was hard work. When we weren’t in the med tent performing miracles for soldiers with almost no supplies, we were sleeping or eating. I once had to make a poultice with only half the potency because we had to ration the damn herbs. And it certainly didn’t help that the cook couldn’t make half decent food with twice the ingredients. So for a week on my one break a day I would go there to show him how to cook decently in hopes of making the food better. It improved sharply and I was commended for it. Gadrin and I didn’t have much time together, but when we could we would hang out.

But then we were transferred. We moved further south, to a different front line post. We became intensely good at healing soldiers, myself surpassing Gadrin. But we were the only two medics for three whole battalions of soldiers. For reference, a battalion is around 300 to 800 soldiers. So we had our work cut out for us. I found myself sleeping in the med tent so when I woke up I could help out immediately, and Id send a wounded but walking man to grab me some victuals (food) and give Gadrin a kiss for me, which the wounded man thought was hilarious.

To tell the truth, it was going very well, and besides the backbreaking work, the dwarven army seemed to be winning. We’d lose a battle here and there, but not usually very badly. But this changed at the battle of Forgebar Hill. We had pushed hard and gained about seven miles of ground into enemy territory, and the rest of the front line was right behind us, Gadrin and I working on people even as we moved. We jumped camps a few times and helped the most seriously injured soldiers, getting thanks and respect as we went. I found that if I asked Pelor for assistance in healing, the soldiers seemed to heal twice as fast as before. So every day I would sit and thank Pelor for the new day and the opportunity to help others. If a soldier was gravely ill, I could ask Pelor for help and the man would be miraculously saved, his wounds healing dramatically before my very eyes. Modern medicine working only so well, I knew Pelor and His allies were watching us.

But Forgebar Hill was different. As soon as we saw it, it made us all uneasy. No one could tell why, but it held about it the air of the unknown. As we approached it we stopped upon the hill, a momentary lapse in moving to see what we could upon it. We stood on top and could see the spires of an Elven city in the distance. Behind us, we could see the mountains many call home. It was a momentary calm, and we heard shouts as a scouting patrol returning. We ran down the hill and a bloodied scout with only one arm came up to us, shouting that we should turn back. I fixed him up and asked him what was coming, but he couldn’t speak, he was so petrified (that means scared). We sent another scouting patrol out to find what did this to him, for the elves never removed limbs and left a man, they would always either capture or kill, no maiming unless necessary. I respected the elves for that.

When two hours had passed and I had run out of men to patch up, we still had not heard from the scouts so we decided to march on and deal with the problem ourselves. As we approached a large glade, we heard the familiar sounds of battle, but we had sent no troops to this area yet, only six scouts, one of which returned. We looked and saw a small elven unit fighting a rather large group of ogres. They were heavily outnumbered and were suffering heavy losses. But as our group looked closer, we noticed several things. The elves were protecting their wounded, who were crawling away from battle. They were also protecting two hurt dwarven scouts. A murmur went through the ranks and we decided that in this instance elves and dwarves would fight together.

With a war cry, our soldiers ran from the woods and fought the ogres. The battle was hard and long, our soldiers falling and barely clinging to life as I struggled to have the strength to continue healing. I lost sight of Gadrin. The elven reinforcements came and we fought for hours side by side until the ogre shaman arrived. With a whoop, the despicable creature could maim twenty soldiers; with a yell, heal his own from the brink of death. The shaman was also up almost in the front lines, smashing in skulls with his club and casting spells when needed.

We were losing, even with the reinforcements. Another cry from the shaman and our last few soldiers fell. Myself and an elven cleric were the only two left standing. Thinking that the only way to get out is to pray, I start praying to Pelor fervently, asking him for assistance in any way he sees fit as part of his plan, and if I should die, I would be at peace with it, for it was His will. Suddenly, I felt a great power fill me, revitalizing myself (filling me up with energy), and I stood tall, as if I had just eaten breakfast and was ready for a long day’s work. I knew exactly what to do. With a supernatural vigor, I ran at the enemy, catching them off guard with my battle cry. I screamed words I didn’t recognize and my armor shone like the sun. (This was pre-shield, which I’ll get into later). Our soldiers started standing up, their wounds and limbs healing as they stood, bringing them back to life, fresh for battle.

The enemy seemed shaken by this sudden display of raw power. Our troops pushed into them, advancing and cutting them down where they stood. It was a slaughter. We killed the whole tribe of ogres and sustained no losses. When I had realized this, I also realized my armor was no longer glowing, and I felt a little light headed. I thanked Pelor, and almost passed out where I stood, but there was another thing to take care of. Our forces split into elves and dwarves once more, and we stood there staring at each other for a long time. I think we had all decided that elves, or at least these elves, were alright, and both our parties spent the next day celebrating the victory.

Our group then sent the other to go back to their council and bring ambassadors to this spot, and we could stop this war. Well we went back to the dwarven council of elders and got an ambassador, learning that similar things had been happening all across the borders, and that evil creatures, ogres, goblins, trolls, etc were becoming more aggressive, thinking themselves able to overtake the elves or the dwarves as we focused on the war. Well, this was not going to happen. We stopped fighting the elves and worked with them to fight back the evil, then we celebrated the end of the war.

After the celebrating, it was time to come home. So Gadrin and I went back to the town we first met, (Bhaledur) promising to return once we met with our families. We parted ways and left.

At home, a small town called Vol Tarum, I was praised as a hero. And, while not entirely incorrect, I attributed my success to Pelor. I reunited with my family, Tizra, Emnyl, Jensora and Tornar, Magdal, and Merlyn. Mother seemed very happy and it was nice to see her smile so much. We spent a week just enjoying company and sharing stories of work and adventures and such. It was nice to get to meet everyone again, since I had been gone for three years, only occasionally returning for the four years prior. I fixed wonderful meals, and our town celebrated for a few days. We felt the need to return to our crafts and churches and adventures, and our little family parted ways again.

I met back up with Gadrin, who had been waiting for a few days. I apologized and we spoke for hours about our various siblings and how we felt and we had fun. We took jobs as helpers around the church, teaching classes here, leading sermons there, the occasional exorcism or resurrection, fun stuff.

A few weeks later, I reflected on my time with Gadrin, for we had spent seven years together, and they were wonderful. We have been through college, dating, war, we were inseparable. And so I decided that we would lay low for a bit, then I would ask Gadrin to marry me.

So for a few months we worked and drank and learned more and lived our lives, Gadrin and I still maintaining our wonderful bond. Well, I had decided it was time when he spent one afternoon planning a very romantic steak dinner that he cooked himself, and we had a very fun night afterwards, definitely playing scrabble and not any other activities. [Author’s note: For readers of this story, playing scrabble means fucking]

So I told him I was leaving to see my folks again and left to go follow dwarven marriage custom.

In dwarven marriage custom, a proposal is not usually done with a ring, because it has no practical purpose. We give each other things to help, like a fancy new sword, or perhaps a new axe for firewood. These things are often hand crafted, and sometimes multiple items are given, though only one is used for the proposal.

I knew that i needed to give him something special, but for the life of me I couldn’t think of anything. Then it hit me. I should do two things for him. One, make him a sword. Two, write him a song. I am only mildly musically talented, but he sings beautifully, so it would be nice to do this for him.

I headed up to the spire of the church that night to help me think, and it was cool. The lights were twinkling like stars, and the stars shone like the moon, and the moon glowed beautifully.

As I sat there pondering my options, one of the stars shown a bit harder than the others. It seemed to be getting brighter and larger. I looked closer and it seemed to look closer at me. I was confused, then realized this star was falling. It was coming at the ground. I watched in awe as it streaked down across the sky and crashed about two large hills away from town. I felt compelled to go see what a star looked like up close, so I got down and went, riding a horse the few mile distance.

I arrived at the crater, peering inside and seeing a glowing rock, white and black patches all over it. It was sizable, large enough to fit two dwarves in there. It looked peculiar, and I looked closer. It looked movable, and I immediately knew what to make for Gadrin. I could see myself forging a sword and a few sets of rings, perhaps a dagger or something out of it.

I went back to town and bought a wagon, returning and taking the fallen star. I took it to Sluwth Peak, where the huge forge is. Many people come here to create gifts for their partner.

There, I ran into Seja Gorotan again. I had last seen her in college. After exchanging pleasantries, she apparently had just made a silver hand trowel for Saweryn, her soon to be husband, with any luck. During the war they had been separated but found each other afterwards. Apparently they had the same idea that I had. She wished me luck and pointed me to a smaller shack, connected to the mountain off to the side of the path. She said that while it wasn’t traditional, it might be better than waiting for the big forge up top. So I took my wagon off to the side and into the shack. As I walked, I saw a person leave and I could’ve sworn they looked just like Gadrin.

The room was huge, going into the mountain. It was filled with hundreds of tools, weapons, metals, labels for everything. There was a huge forge, burning white hot with molten metal. There was a large gruff dwarf there, clearly an ancient mountain dwarf (not a bad thing of course, just less homely in my opinion) [Author’s note: the char is a hill dwarf]. He was working with a hammer larger than most children, and was pounding out what seemed to be an enormous great axe, large enough to be used by a dire ogre, if there was such a thing. He pounded and stuck it into water and heated it and pounded for awhile. I stood there admiring his handiwork for a few minutes, and he finished working on the great axe, plunging it into the water for the final time.

Without looking, he asked me what I was doing in his place. I replied, explaining what I had planned to do, and my conversation with Seja. He nodded, and asked me to be quiet for a moment. He took this great great axe and put it into a large stand on the other side of the room, with many jars and spices and herbs and scrolls around it, neatly categorized by the look of it. He set the axe upon the stand, then took an empty jar and filled it with a pinch of this spice, a sprig of that herb, and filled it with water. He mixed it all up into a thick paste, and spread it over the blade, reading from a scroll as he did so. It was partly in druidic, and partly in a language I had never heard of, and couldn’t recognize its words. If I had to guess, it was old. Eldritch old. When he was done, the paste evaporated and the axe gleamed as though in the sun. He wrapped it in a thick, white cloth, then set it against a wall, writing T. M. on it.

He turned to me, and I noticed immediately that he had a scar on his left cheek, and he wore an piece of cloth over that eye. He asked me where the star was and I pointed to the large wagon I left in the entryway. He nodded as he looked over the star. He told me it was called a meteorite. He said he had worked with it before, and knew what to do.

For hours, I labored at that rock, breaking it and melting it down into a molten state. I forged a wonderful rapier, shaping it and cooling it, heating it and shaping it again. It took hours, but that sword was the strongest thing I had ever seen. I set a piece of tiger eye in the hilt since it was Gadrin’s favorite gem.

Once it was done, the old man took the sword, setting it on the same stand as he had the great axe. He spoke similar, but not the same words as before, grabbing different spices and herbs and he filled the jar with water and spread the paste. The rapier shown as the axe did and he covered it with a cloth, placing it next to the axe and writing a T. D. on it, which I can only guess stood for my name. I then got to work on the rings. I fashioned a ring twice the length as a normal ring, and was told later I’d split it in two, as directed by the old man.

Once it was done, I admired my own handiwork. The ring was intricate, with winding bands of meteorite. The man took it and set it on the stand. He grabbed many spices and herbs, and then grabbed a box from behind the forge. He poured in a purple goo instead of water, and dropped the ring into the mix, saying words that seemed more dramatic than the others. The jar glowed and the air had a hum to it, and then it stopped. He wrapped the ring in a blue cloth and set it on the table, writing a T. D. on it. I asked what the purple goo stuff was for, and he just smiled a toothy grin and didn’t answer.

I made a dagger, and then a mace, using the same procedure. For the dagger, he did the same thing as for the axe and the rapier. For the mace, he did a similar thing as the ring. When I asked him once more what the goo was for, he smiled and grinned, but he told me it would come in handy when it needed to. I don’t know what that meant, but he seemed sure, so I didn’t clarify. I split the ring at his direction and it split perfectly in two, with no rough edges.

I kept the rest of the meteorite in case I needed to make something else, and said farewell to the old man. I left with my items and went to try to write a song for my love.

It was not going well. I had zero inspiration and was wandering the countryside and couldn’t think of anything. I climbed a big hill and sat under the tree, trying to think of anything to make into a song.

I had more or less an idea of what to write, but I had a hard time thinking of it. I would write some down, and at this point I had this much done:

Gadrin my friend as I see you right there, I reflect on the time that I’ve spent with you here, From college to war and to death and then back, I realize the only thing that I do lack, I have riches and armors and food stuffs galore, And work and my friends and the priests of Pelor, I have everything that I could want in the land, The one thing that I want left is your hand.

It sounded pretty great, and I hit a roadblock so I changed locations again. I went to a lake and went out on a boat, lying there and wondering.

I hit inspiration again and finished my song.

I wrote this fair song right on here just for you, In the hope that you feel just the same as I do, We both do a lot, keep the other from harm, But now I just want to be here in your arms, I wrote you this song and then forged you a sword, And I hope that I make you feel like you’re a lord, Now there is one thing left my husband to be, My dear old friend Gadrin would you marry me?

I decided this was pretty great and headed on home to ask my friend to marry me.

So I headed on back to Bhaledur and entered our little home in the church. I was shocked to find Gadrin was not there, since it was around eight and we always would come back to mess around before we left for drinkin. Well I decided to look around our house. We had the wicker seats around the table, the strong oak table, the intricate lighting fixture. I went in the kitchen, the pots and pans and such sittin there like always. As I passed the bedroom, I decided to unpack and put everything away. I decided to stash the rapier under the bed, and found a large, blue cloth covered item, sittin there under our bed. I recognized the cloth as the same that the rings were in, and it had a G. B. on it. Realizing that that had meant the person I saw at Sluwth Peak was Gadrin, I knew he meant to ask me as well. I thought for a moment, and knew exactly what to do.

I took the sword, the rings, and Gadrin’s guitar with me as I left the house. I went to the little shop just outside the church and bought a large amount of candles. I went back to the house and made sure Gadrin hadn’t shown up yet. I left a note on the table, telling Gadrin to follow the candles. I started lighting candles and leaving a trail to the staircase, and up to the high spire of the church. I lit a ring on the edge of the spire and sat, strumming the guitar to the tune of my song.

I waited for about fifteen minutes, then heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I sat up, strumming the guitar as the person walked up the steps. I saw Gadrin’s face and immediately grinned in response to his slightly confused expression. I waited for him to come all the way up and then started my song.

“Gadrin my friend as I see you right there, I reflect on the time that I’ve spent with you here, From college to war and to death and then back, I realize the only thing that I do lack, I have riches and armors and food stuffs galore, And work and my friends and the priests of Pelor, I have everything that I could want in the land, The one thing that I want left is your hand.

He looked stunned, and I presented the rings to him. He took one, still not speaking, and looked at it. He put in on his finger and looked at it some more. He then fixed his gaze upon me and breathed a “yes”, understandably still a bit stunned by my song and the candles and everything. I put my ring on and they glowed a light purple for a moment before quieting down. He asked me if I had met the old man with the scar as well and I had. I walked up to him, looking into his deep brown eyes. We passionately kissed. When we finished, I pulled away to bring him the sword, unveiling it and handing it to him. He swung it about and such as a sword lover ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) might do, and voiced his admiration for my handiwork, telling me it was perfectly balanced.

We went back to our home and he told me to wait. He went and grabbed two things from the bedroom. He unwrapped one of them (both blue), revealing a frying pan. I held it, noticing it had a heft to it, but wasn’t unusable. It was actually really sweet he thought of that. I still have that pan, and use it all the time. Then he revealed a beautiful shield, intricately made and strong. It was a circular shield. It held my personal favorite symbol of Pelor, the circle with the points, which was raised and placed upon the metallic sheen of silver (the silver covering a stronger metal) as a nice golden contrast. It had runic symbols on the edges in celestial. They read something along the lines of “Great Pelor, protect the wielder from all forces of Evil, and help him/her to destroy it, wherever he/she may go.” It was a nice prayer, and for a moment, when I picked it up, it glowed.

Well, as in unspoken tradition, we played scrabble for a long while and slept in the next day. We announced it to our friends and family the next day, and got married two weeks later.

For our honeymoon, we went to Trilik Slopes. We saw these beautiful spires of stone, that seemed to be as red as fire in the morning, the light of the sun glinting off of it very well.

Then we went camping in the Ice Caves. We saw wonderful icicles and ice covered stalagmites and stalactites. We camped for a week. At one point, while climbing around in the caves, I passed an ice sculpture that looked strikingly like Pelor’s face. I turned to point it out to Gadrin but he was nowhere to be found. I turned back to the ice, and heard a voice in my head.

Unknown speaker: Thorin Dankil. Me: Yes? US: You told me once that if I helped you, you would do anything for me. I am calling upon you now. Me: Pelor? US: I am. Me: What may I do for you? P: I need you to leave for the ogre border in twelve days’ time. Me: Of course My Lord. Thank you for being so generous with the time. P: Remember, leave in twelve days’ time.

I returned to Gadrin and broke the news. He took it well, considering I might not return. Well I said goodbye to my family, and packed heavily. I left the meteorite with Gadrin, but I took most of our kitchen, my shield, my mace, several other things. And I left, traveling right to the border, and beyond.

About three miles in, I came across a not entirely uncommon sight. There was a large wagon that looked to be broken in by several ogres, judging by the amount of smashing done. It was burned at parts, indicating a shaman, so I was on my guard. Ya gotta always be on your guard around shamans. As I walked further along the trail, I found the ogre shaman, but with his head smashed in. By a war hammer to the looks of it. He was just lying there dead as a doornail, and I had respect for anyone who could take one out so efficiently as one blow, since I myself had seen the damage these creatures could do. Well I took the gold and spell things and such from his pockets, and continued along my way. Later, I saw a dwarf trying to take on no less than three ogres at the same time. It was actually impressive. He traded blows, this swipe went to that ogre, and this one to this ogre, and this one smashed in the skull of one of em. He took one down with his war hammer and continued. I decided to speak before helping, just in case it mattered.

Me: Hey. Unknown Dwarf: Hey. Me: You need some help there? UD: Nah I’m good. Me: You sure? UD: *getting pummeled by ogres* Yeah I’m sure. Mosey along Me: So what’s your name, stranger? UD: My name’s Braelof, don’t wear it *gets sucker punched* ooph. Out Me: Alrighty then *decides to help* Me&B: *take them down* B: I had ‘em on the ropes ya know, I didn’t need your help Me: yeah yeah i know. Hey, I’m on a quest for Pelor, any chance you’d like to come along? There’s gold and treasure and eternal glory in it for ya B: Fine. But I still had ‘em Me: alright

We left the ogre lands, leaving along the coast to a port town, where I met with other Priests and conversed with them. They suggested following the coast until something changed, for that was what they had done in their adventuring years. They reminisced for a while, and Braelof and I were on our way, picking up odd jobs like “save my daughter from the cave bear” and “return my family heirloom to me” and such.

Well later Braelof and I met up with Selidor, and he can tell you that story, and then Mialee, who can as well. And obviously you know how you got here, Myrtle.

[Author’s note: Myrtle is my adopted 6 or 7 year old daughter]

So yeah thanks for reading about me n such. Im suprised this all fit lol

#submission #dnd #backstories #deliciouslycookingrpgideas #thank you so much for submitting!#i edited it a tiny bit such as adding some italics for the song and bold for the speech so if you want me to change it back I will!!

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dong-hyucks · 8 years ago

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Stalker ; Moonbin

Characters: Moonbin (Bin) / Reader Genre: ... stalking???, fluff???? i honestly don’t know with this one, swearing A/N: this took sooo long for me to do im sorry anonnie >< my writing got worse after the hiatus lmao (alsooo please excuse my stories alternating between ‘you’ and ‘they/she/he/[Y/N]’ i promise im sticking with this one)

Masterlist

“I’m bored,” Sanha moaned, flopping onto the couch upon entering the room. The boys, unusually quiet, looked up at him with an amused expression. You laughed as you re-entered the living room, a bowl of popcorn in your hands.

“Let’s do something then,” you said, stating the obvious. Reaching over to take a handful of popcorn, Myungjun suggested truth or dare through a mouthful.

“Seriously?” Bin said, nose scrunching up. You shrugged, leaning forward on the couch.

“Why not? Let’s play.”

Bin flushed, nodding shyly. Jinwoo noticed his friend’s sudden bashful behaviour, chuckling to himself quietly. “I’ll go first,” Minhyuk declared before stuffing his mouth with popcorn, taking a moment to indulge himself. “Dongmin,” he exclaimed after swallowing.

The said male jumped, choking on his water. “Truth or dare?” Everyone turned to stare at Dongmin in anticipation.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to do a short live of you rapping our songs,” Minhyuk said after a while.

The game continued on, with everyone doing equally embarrassing and funny dares along with exposing each other with hard truths. “Last one,” Bin mumbled, eyes closing slowly. Time had passed quickly; it being around ten o’clock when they started the seemingly harmless game, and it now being one in the morning.

“I feel like I know more about you guys than I needed to,” you chuckled sleepily, resting their head on Bin, who happened to be sat next to you. Sanha, who was quite literally on the verge of falling asleep, hummed in agreement.

“Okay,” Jinwoo started, “[Y/N]!” Like Sanha, you merely hummed in response. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you mumbled, “I’m too tired to do anything right now.” Jinwoo paused for a moment, turning to look at Bin for a second.

“Out of all of us, who is your bias and who is your bias wrecker?”

Bin suddenly felt wide awake. He looked down at you, his heart pumping wildly. Closing your eyes completely, you answered with slurred speech, Sanha’s soft snores in the background.

“Minhyuk is my bias,” Jinwoo inhaled deeply when he saw Bin’s expression drop, “and Dongmin is my bias wrecker.”

“Would you date them?” Myungjun joked, hiding his face with a pillow.

The room was almost completely silent, aside from Minhyuk and Sanha, who were snoring away. “I’m going to bed,” Bin mumbled, gently lifting you off his shoulder. Jinwoo and Myungjun watched with a frown as Bin trudged away, disappearing down the hall.

You, who seemed way too tired to respond normally, fell over on the couch. Sighing, Jinwoo walked over to their closet, draping the large blanket within over your passed out form. “Good night,” Dongmin whispered, tip-toeing down the hall after Bin. Minhyuk and Sanha, who had fallen asleep on the floor in strange positions, also got blankets from the older members.

You awoke with the sun shining down on you, surrounding you in its rays of light. Letting out a groan, you pulled the blanket over your head, curling your body into a ball. Soon, you heard someone laugh from outside the blanket barrier you had created around yourself.

“Wake up, [Y/N],” you heard Sanha giggle. You poked your head out from underneath the blanket, narrowing your eyes at the tall male.

“What time is it?”

“Three in the afternoon.” Your eyes widened as you sat up with a yawn. You noticed Jinwoo and Bin sat at the dinner table, whispering to one another. The latter made eye contact with you for a second before rolling his eyes, a scowl on his lips.

“I have to go,” you announced, pushing the blanket off of you, taking a moment to fold it neatly before placing it back on the couch. “I work tonight.”

Minhyuk and Sanha surrounded you, clinging onto your side. From across the room, you could hear Myungjun and Dongmin chuckle. “Why do you always work at night?” Dongmin asked, curious. You sighed, a slight pout forming on your lips.

“The cafe I work at is open twenty-four hours. None of my coworkers, apparently, have the capacity of staying up at night so my boss just gives me the night shifts,” you explained, slightly fed up with your coworkers.

“You work there all by yourself?” Myungjun questioned with a raised brow.

With a mere nod, you stood up, dusting imaginary dust off of your pants. “It’s okay,” you shrugged, “no one really comes into the cafe at night. Only a few tourists here and there, some students too; but school’s out so they don’t come anymore.”

You frowned as you made your way to the foyer, hearing the boys’ footsteps trailing behind you. “But there is this one customer that comes practically every other night. He’s kind of creepy.”

Unbeknownst to you, Bin looked up from his conversation with Jinwoo.

“Bye guys,” you bid after you slipped your shoes on. The boys let out a chorus of ‘bye [Y/N]’s.

As the dorm’s door closed behind you, you felt yourself frown. Aside from the boys, you quite literally had no friends. Your coworkers didn’t really like you, nor did your peers at school, which you thankfully graduated from a few months ago. It always did feel lonely when you weren’t with them.

Shaking your head, you walked over to your car and drove off.

You sighed, opting to sit down on one of the chairs. You had been working for a few hours already and only a few people had come in, only to leave minutes later. It was midnight already, and you were bored beyond relief.

“Why did he want to make this a twenty-four hour cafe,” you groaned into your hands, referring to the cafe’s owner. Taking out your phone, you opened your messages. The last message you had received was from Bin, asking you to come over the day before. He was your best friend, one you cared for in a different way from the others, but that was truly all he saw you as.

A best friend.

You noticed, this morning, that he was acting off. When he was talking with Jinwoo, he seemed sad or disappointed, perhaps even irritated with you. Which was strange, since he had a plate of food in front of him, which usually made him quite content with things.

Shaking off the feeling, you decided to message him.

Shoving your phone into your apron’s pocket, you stood up and greeted the man with a forced smile. He didn’t smile back, but instead just stared at you. Despite the fact that you saw this man at least four times a week, you’d never get used to him and his stares.

Quickly going around him to reach the counter, you asked for his order. “Just a medium black coffee,” his deep, raspy voice grumbled, placing the necessary amount of money on the counter, which you placed in the cash register. You nodded, hastily moving to the back to make his coffee.

As you waited for the coffee to brew, you glanced over your shoulder, shuddering when you made eye contact with the man. You never did see much of the man; considering he always wore a black cap with a matching face mask. That, in fact, made him that much creepier.

The coffee brewer beeped, signaling the coffee was done. Quickly placing the plastic lid over the hot liquid, you made your way back to the counter. “Here you go, sir,” you said, trying your best to stabilize your shaking voice. Instead of grabbing hold of the coffee, you flinched when the man took hold of your wrist.

Looking up at him, ready to reprimand him, you froze when he gave you a look, far different from the ones he had been giving you for the past few months.

This look was worse.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, not sounding sorry at all as his let go of you, never taking his eyes off of you. “It’s fine,” you said, your voice just under a whisper.

To you, it was not fine.

The man slowly backed away, choosing to sit down at one of the tables located in one of the corners of the cafe.

Sighing, you went to the back and tapped the counter nervously. Your eyes went to the nearby clock. 12:40. Still another five hours until your shift was over.

There was music playing throughout the cafe. It was quiet, but it was there. To calm your nerves, you went over to the stereo, turning up the volume a little. You closed your eyes trying to focus on the song’s lyrics.

I’m getting slowly closer, like a shadow, so you won’t notice.

You frowned at the song choice. You loved U-Kiss, but now really wasn’t the time.

Soon, twenty minutes had passed and you could hear a chair scrape against the tiled flooring. You let out a sigh of relief; he was finally leaving. The door sounded with a bell, indicated he had left.

Albeit slowly, the hours passed and the sun began to rise; its light slowly filling the cafe. With a yawn, you greeted two of your coworkers, whom had just arrived. “Well, I’m off.”

After hanging up your apron in the back room, you left the cafe. You nearly jumped once you exited, almost immediately making eye contact with the same man from hours before. Shaking it off as coincidence, you walked over to your car. You nearly cursed when you realize he had been standing relatively near your car.

You froze. The man had started to walk toward you, a predacious aura in his walk. “Shit,” you swore underneath your breath. Deciding to leave the car in all in order to avoid the man, you turned on your heel and quickly walked off. You hadn’t even realized that you began to walk toward the boys’ dorm.

After a few minutes of walking, you looked behind you.

Oh my God, you thought to yourself. The man was mere metres away from you and he wasn’t stopping. Facing forward you started speed walking. He wouldn’t do anything, you tried to reassure yourself, people are out. They’d see.

Taking out your phone, you text Jinwoo, asking if you could quickly come to the dorm for a bit. He didn’t answer. You sent the same text to Myungjun and Dongmin. They didn’t answer either.

After checking all of your contacts, you quickly realized that only one of your contacts were online.

Bin.

Please, please answer Bin, you begged in your head. You could hear heavy footsteps closely following you.

You turned around again, only to let out a small noise when he began to run toward you. Running as fast as you could, you searched for the dorm. You knew you were near; you had seen many of the buildings around you when you had driven to the dorm in the past. Your frazzled mind, however, didn’t have the best sense of direction.

You had no idea where you were.

You could feel tears prickling your eyes, the hair on your nape rising in fear. Despite not knowing where you were going, you kept running. You saw drivers giving you strange looks as they drove past and it was most likely that they saw the man as well.

No one stopped to help.

It felt like you had been running for hours, away from the man who had been giving you the creeps for months now. You nearly screamed when someone appeared in front of you, only to cling onto the person with quivering hands.

“Are you okay?” Bin’s voice was soothing, but you still felt terrified. You looked around. You could still see the man, as he was only a few feet away, but he had stopped running after Bin appeared. Bin’s eyes moved to the man, wearing a scowl.

“Why were you chasing them?” he asked, his normally sweet voice menacing. The man, however, didn’t answer. Bin gently moved you behind him, moving toward the man. Realizing what he might do, you quickly took hold of Bin’s hand, shaking your head.

“Let’s just go, Bin,” you whispered, your eyes glued to the ground. Bin’s frown deepened. He had never seen you so scared before, and he never wanted to see you like that again. He took your hand away from his, trying his best to not alarm you.

Turning around, his once calm expression turned dark. “Leave them alone,” he demanded, walking straight up to the man.

“And if I don’t?” You jumped upon hearing his gruff voice, closing your eyes tightly.

You heard a noise that you recognized. Opening your eyes, you gasped when you saw the man on the ground, clutching his nose. Your eyes moved to Bin, who stood above him holding his fist. You glanced around nervously, seeing girls across the street pointing. One of them held a phone up, either taking pictures or recording the incident.

“Bin,” you whispered, making eye contact with one of the girls. “We have to go.”

Bin turned to look at you, looking over where you were. When he saw the girls he lowered his head quickly. Looking down at the man, he glared. “If they ever see you around again, I’ll find out,” he spat.

Turning around, Bin gently pushed you in the right direction to their dorm. You looked back, seeing the girls whispering to each other. “They saw you, Bin,” you mumbled. “One of them had a phone and--”

“I don’t care,” Bin interrupted you.

“I’m sorry about this,” you murmured. When he didn’t answer, you bit the inside of your cheek, choosing to remain silent for the rest of the walk.

Soon, the two of you had reached the dorm. The older members were in the living room, watching TV. They turned around once Bin opened the door, and quickly crowded around you. The three could sense that you were on edge, giving you a bit of space.

“What happened?” Myungjun asked, keeping his voice low. The three wore worried expressions, looking to Bin for answers.

“They were being chased. By the guy [Y/N] mentioned yesterday,” Bin mumbled, moving to the kitchen. You frowned, thinking he was upset with you.

“Do you have your boss’s number on your phone?” Jinwoo asked. You nodded, not willing to open your mouth. You felt as though if you talked your voice would give away your immense fear. Dongmin, without a word, took your phone out of your hand. Without the device’s presence, you clutched onto the hem of your shirt tightly.

Dongmin walked off slightly. You saw him hold the phone up to his ear, “hello? I’m one of [Y/N]’s friends and they just came over from their shift...” He went on, explaining the situation.

Bin came back, holding a glass of water. “Here,” he held the glass out for you. Taking it with shaking hands you gulped down the water quickly.

“Thanks.”

Jinwoo guided you to the living room and forced you to sit down. “Good news,” Dongmin said, entering the room. He handed you your phone, “your boss is giving you a few days off and he’s giving the night shift to one of your coworkers; Seungjun I think it was.” You sighed in relief.

Soon, the boys left to give you some privacy, leaving the room empty aside from you and Bin. “I’m sorry,” you said, your voice muffled as you buried your head in your arms. “I’m sorry you guys have to deal with this.”

Ignoring your apology, Bin turned to face you. “Why didn’t you tell anyone about him before?” he asked, a sad look on his face.

You merely shrugged, playing with your hands as you looked down. “Before today, he hadn’t done anything so I thought I’d just be complaining about nothing.”

Bin sat down beside you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head. “You were getting stalked, [Y/N]. You wouldn’t have been complaining.” You stayed quiet, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Bin always had a distinct smell, either from his shampoo or from his cologne. You couldn’t place a finger on what it was, but it was comforting.

He rubbed your back slowly. He knew, at the end of the day, there were probably going to be some consequences. He was seen and recorded punching someone, and as an idol that can take a toll on the group’s reputation. He was also seen getting quite close to someone outside of Astro that the media didn’t know about. He could already tell he was going to get scolded by the agency.

But, truthfully, he couldn’t care less. What he did that day was for you and your safety-- it was worth it. Putting his past jealousy aside, Bin sighed. The [gender] of his dreams was in his arms right now, but the thought of confessing was far from his mind.

That was okay with him. As long as you were okay, he could wait years if he had to; he could lose popularity if he had to.

Because you are, after all, the person he loves.

highkey imagining jang mikwan as the creep oops

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roseamongroses · 5 years ago

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Antithesis: Dear Diary: why?

[Specific-Summary]: They should expect growing pains. For not everything to feel right or make sense. That doesn't mean it'll always hurt, nor does it mean they can't have fun along the way. It's senior year. Everything may be different. It won't be senior year for long. Everything will be okay.

[General Warnings]: Implied Emotional Abuse, Implied Physical Abuse, Bad Parents are Bad Parents, Mild Sexual Content/jokes,Mentioned Homophobia, Mentions of underage drinking (backround), Some Catcalling,Cursing , Self Hate,implied pregnancy talk/inability to become pregnant, adults arguing where the “kid” can hear it, adults drinking,

[Tags/mood:] highschool au, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters]Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana) Remus “The Duke” Sanders (minor/brief)

(Ao3) (Previously)

(8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15)

(16) (17)

(Note: Please check the general warnings and character list before continuing since some changes have been made and I don’t want to throw you off later on)

Roman slung the scarf across his shoulders, “You think I should pack this?” he said, striking a pose, “You think it’s gonna be too hot for summer or?”

“You do look good in red...” Dmitri glanced up from his laptop, still typing, “And it’s better than your fifteen--separately bought-- white jeans.”

Roman flung a trench coat at his face. “Glass-fuckin houses babe, half your closet is black and boring--plus I like the white, ” he protested, “And don’t you think the red will be a bit too much with my hair?” he untucked his curls from underneath the scarf, smoothing the sides.

Dmitri laughed, “You’re the definition of a bit too much, Ro,” he said, “But if it means anything the reds been fading for a while now,”

“Wait really?” Roman picked up a hand mirror, angling it with a frown, “Dammit,” he said, “Virgil might still have some bleach left over, but I don’t want to kill my curl pattern like he did…”

“Then don’t redye it,” Dmitri shrugged, “You’ll look good regardless.”

Roman fluffed his hair, pouting in the mirror, “How good?”

Dmitri rolled his eyes, “Fishing early I see,” he said, pausing his typing to take a better look, “The red hair nice, but the brown will soften your features since there ’ll be less contrast.”

“I’dunno if I want to ‘soften my features though...It’d look cute, but...maybe if I cut my hair?” Roman tugged the scarf off, “.…people would take me more seriously.”

“Now why would you…” Dmitri paused, setting his laptop aside nodding, “Come over here, let me take a closer look.”

Roman eyed him warily.

“C’mon now, I’ve been dating you for what? A little over a year, Have a little faith,” Dmitri defended, “I’m not a snake tricking you into sinning,”

Roman crossed his arms, eyeing him up and down, “You’ve done it before--remember?”

“Oh that was fun and you know it, now c’ mere,” He offered a hand.

“It was,” Roman sighed, relenting and taking his hand. Dmitri tugged him to his knees, Roman making panicked noises as they bumped foreheads and he used Dmitri’s shoulders to steady himself, “Close enough?”

Dmitri tilted his head, “A bit closer.”

“Closer?” Roman’s lips barely brushed his.

“There we go--would you look at that,” Dmitri murmured, “A handsome prince if I’ve ever seen one…” Roman’s expression softened and Dmitri continued, “Whoever you’re trying to impress would be stupid not to take you seriously, especially with your anal work ethic--mmph,” Dmitri’s hands flew to Roman’s waist only slightly caught off guard as Roman closed the distance. The sloppy kiss eventually dissolved into Roman peppering Dmitri’s face between giggles.

“Either you’re rewarding me or you’re trying to distract...” Dmitri’s joke died off, eyes fluttering as Roman’s attention dipped lower, trailing his jaw, “Oh that’s...that’s nice…Your brother out?”

“Mhm,” Roman hummed contemplatively, before pulling back a bit, “ Yeah he is, but...I dunno I’m not really in the mood for that…Sorry..”

“You don’t need to apologize every time you know?” Dmitri leaned into Roman’s chest, feeling Roman’s hands nestle into his hair.

“It’s just so...weird.” He could hear the frown in Roman’s voice, “Is it weird? I’m going to be gone for a while too…Am I being a bad boyfriend?”

“You’re not weird, it's normal.”

“But--” Roman’s voice was quiet, “--- it’s not like you’re not attractive-- but--I dunno-- sometimes actually doing stuff like that is just...ugh I can’t even describe it.”

“The other guys might be horny bastards 24/7, but it’s perfectly normal for you Roman.” Dmitri said, “If you want to kiss we can kiss if you want to cuddle and talk we can do that too.”

“Talk’n’cuddle,” Roman mumbled and Dmitri smiled.

“So how are you feeling about the trip?”

“Oh, I’m absolutely horrified--” Roman easily spun into a rant,” I have to be holed up in that infested dung heap with that odorous rat with only my beautiful tia’s cooking as solace?” He sniffed appalled.

“Huh,” Dmitri snickered, “I’ve never heard that nickname for Virgil.”

“I’m not...talking about Virgil.”

---

R: XXX.notalink/rated:m/dontclickfortheloveofgod/dJDoJi90

Rem: WHAT THE FUCK ROMAN Rem: WHY WOULD YOU SEND THAT

L: Why the hell didn’t you read the link first

Rem: WHO THE FUCK READS Rem: GOD NEVER AGAIN

L: I highly doubt it's that bad

L:....I stand corrected

Rem: you clicked the link too didn’t you

L: In the name of science of course

Rem: ROMAN WHY DID YOU SEND THAT

R: ;)

Rem: EXPLAIN YOURSELF

R: ;) XXXX.notalink/rated:m/oopsididitagain/dskfJjfd9dsf3gds

L: That one is more weird than disgusting

Rem: WHY DO YOU KEEP CLICKING ON THEM

L: Why is Roman still sending them?

V: as much as i like smearing my brothers good name that isn’t roman

V: [Roman conked out on the couch, in a sweatshirt and shorts, drool pooling. Jpeg]

Rem: cute photo, 10/10 L: Agreed.

V: god both of you fuckin s t op i t s t o p s t o p

R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/you filthylinkreaders/d3gds789jk

Rem: just bc you have issues with compliments doesn't mean roman does

L:Here we go again I guess...

V; roman doesnt have any fuckin boundaries

Rem: yes, yes he does Rem: they may be thin but he Does have them

V:sorry but he’s way too nice about it

Rem: weve more then established that me calling him cute is okay and i require the sustenance of doting on him okay? Like i get it ive pushed a bit too hard before but like im trying ok???

V: k k I i hit the breaks a bit too soon this 1 time but it’s ducking thin ass ice and I’m not above sending y’all to an icy tomb if you get gross. Roman may be a bastard but he’s still baby

L:Translation: He understands your reasoning and agrees he overreacted, but this won’t stop him from questioning our intents and calling out certain actions. Roman may be okay with joking around with stuff like that and being the center of attenuation, but he’s still self conscious and sensitive.

V:why must you add feelings and adult reasoning to everything

L: How dare you accuse me of having feelings

R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/unicornhornsanddragontails/3nskjJ03 R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/specA-Z/54Kjjf9n R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/asliceofme/fljkl29mfJ

R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/laughsinspanish/5Kjd8

Rem:ye feelings are gross so moving on

Rem: anyway who the fuck is this

V: the bastard

R: you can call me duke [video of Roman, Virgil, and Remus as toddlers, Virgil playing with blocks and listening to some music while in the background Remus follows Roman around.mp3] [image of Roman, Virgil, and Remus currently. jpeg]

V: the bastards name is remus

R: THE. DUKE.

V: FUCK. YOU.

Rem: why the shits have i never met them and why the FUCK does he look more like roman then you do virgil

V: i think it's bc rem doesnt cover up his freckles

V: but yeah my mom and tia had a falling out

R: more like my dad was an asshole

Rem: oh shit same

R: shitty dad squad hmu ;)

Pat: oh hey!!! Me too!!!!

V: yeah it was Not Fun and mom and mama refused to let us go back until tia got a divorce

R: XXXX.notalink/rated:m/deodarant/298jksf

R:XXXX.notalink/rated:m/sPicydeodarant/23kjfJ

L: Are you done yet? They’re getting repetitive at this point.

---

Sun beating on his forehead, Dmitri’s chest was light and airy. His hair was tied up in a high ponytail as he worked on repotting some of his nursery plants. Usually, he’d be listening to music, but his aunt had left early that morning for some appointment so he relished the silence.

Brushing the dirt from his hands, he winced at the fresh cuts lining his knuckles.

“You’re still out here?”

Dmitri almost jumped at Dr. Montag’s voice, “Sorry for the mess” he said, gripping the nursery pot tighter, “I-I’ll clean it up right away…”

Dr. Montag crouched, waving him off, “There’s no need. I’m running a few errands for your aunt,” his hands barely brushing the leaves of one, “This is a Yucca right?”

“Uh,” Dmitri blinked, “Yeah it is,”

He laughed, “Don’t look so surprised-- I know things,” he stood back up, “Like how to use google. It’s rather impressive that y’all manage to keep up with so many of these.”

“Barely,” Dmitri relaxed, refocusing, “We used to have a lot more, but without my dad...it got overwhelming,” he shook his head, “It’s the only thing we really….It keeps us busy..”

“This is more than busy--you put a lot of work into these, anyone should be proud,” He murmured, studying Dmitri again, “I’ll be gone in a few, just need to grab her purse. You need anything from the store?”

“Uh...No,” Dmitri frowned, “I don’t.”

---

LilRed: COLLEGE BOARD CAN SUCK MY ASS LilRed: THIS BITCH GOT A FIVE

BlueRanger: Which class?

LilRed: APUSH

BlueRanger: Nice, good job

LilRed:

PurpleRain: L you fuckin broke him

PurpleRain:like I legit just heard a fuckin thud I think he fell

BlueRanger: I just told him good job?

LilRed: i die from validation i die w/o validation

BlueRanger: Please don’t die

PurpleRain: thats a lame ass way to die

LilRed: @purplebitch i feel so loved

PurpleRain: mama didnt raise us for us to die so b o r i n g l y

LilRed: SO HOW DO YOU SUGGEST I DIE

PurpleRain: idk im feelin,,,,rain,,,,,lots of it,,, maybe you’re watching the sea,,,,

PurpleRain: okay I got it

PurpleRain: you’re wearing a white sundress, the ends tattered but well loved. The coast empty with nly the lapping of waves your company. You’re thinking, a lot. Not of anything particular, but thinking nonetheless. The ocean always makes you think, always makes you remember--bringing about a bittersweet tinge of remorse to your heart, but no tears ever fall.

PurpleRain:You make it a habbit to watch the sunrise each day, relishing in the sobering feelings it invokes Maybe you're a masochist at heart

LilRed:maybe it’s maybelline

PurpleRain:I AM HAVING A MOMENT PRINCEY

PurpleRain: one day, you hear footsteps approach, and assume it's your lover returned from war. The news of it's end just coming days prior and making your ventures to the coast sparked with an unfamilar hopefulness.

PurpleRain: instead when you turn around, you do not feel your heart soar. Instead it sinks. An icy panic spreading through you, a curl of dread closing your throat, it's grip tight. You need to move; to get away from them. But you cant. You cant.

PurpleRain: one shot is all it took.

PurpleRain: one.

BlueRanger:....Concern.

PurpleRain: dnd just started again im prepping ok

LilRed:fuckin nerd

LilRed: huh…. i should get a sundress tho

PurpleRain: i have a few bookmarked ill show you later

BlueRanger: Is That Really What Y’all Are Taking Away From This

---

“And so the shop explodes-no not explodes it's in flames and they have the audacity--the au,” Roman coughs readjusting the webcam, “They have the audacity to play ‘Somebody to love’ as he’s fuckin mourning,” he gestured angrily, “Like Neil might as well come into my house and stomp on my heart.”

Dmitri nodded along, amused at the combination of camera lag and Roman’s erratic movements, “Before or after you watch the next episode?” he asked.

“It’s gonna have to be after cause I already finished the season. I never recovered from that scene though, ” Roman shrugged, tapping his jaw thoughtfully, “Probably should’ve started working on my commission sheet,”

“The same sheet you said you were going to start last month?”

“Yes the same one,” Roman blew out an exasperated huff, flopping into his hands, “I don’t know why it’s so hard --I feel scummy for pricing ‘too high’ and like shit for pricing ‘too lo--,” A notification rang, and he glanced over the screen, eyebrow raised, “Huh, Lo’s callin’ to video chat, you mind if I add’em?”

“Nah, go ahead,” Dmitri said, starting to fold the pile of towels.

“Alrighty,” He answered the call, “What’s up ner-” his face lit up, “Princess!”

Giggles erupted from the screen and Dmitri glanced up curious. On the screen instead of Logan was a small girl animatedly talking to Roman. She had two front teeth missing, glitter coloring her cheeks and rainbow beads rattling each time her braids moved.

“Woah, Woah-Woah,” Roman snorted, “Slow down hon, where’s your brother? Does he know you’re using his computer?”

“He’s in the shower,” she said, batting her eyes, “And know is a very strong word, but I can assure you he’s...aware?”

“Mmm, I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said, “So what’s the fairest of the land need?”

She beamed, “You at my birthday party.” she said, more of a command than anything.

Roman made of show of mulling it over, unable to keep a straight face, “I think I can make it.”

Her fist punched the air, “Ya--”

“Nieve,” Logan’s voice called out sternly.

Her eyes shot wide and she scrambled out of frame. Seconds later, Logan reappeared in the frame without his glasses, towel tucked to his chest. He didn’t look particularly mad.

He squinted blearily at the screen, “Roman? “ his gaze slid over, “Dmitri? Shit sorry did she bug you?”

“Not at all,” Roman reassured, “It’s been a while since I came over anyway,”

Logan grabbed their glasses, adjusting the frames, “Yeah...I guess it has...Since you’re here did you get that email from the school?”

“Yeah, it’s bullshit, “ Roman said, rolling his eyes, “If the state cared they would have found the funds somewhere else, it’s all shady as fuck. ”

Logan nodded, saying goodnight before disconnecting.

As soon as his icon disappeared, Roman said, “Huh, that...reminded me,”

Dmitri started on the next pile of laundry, “Of what?” he said, brow pinched, concerned.

“I’ dunno something Remy brought up…” Roman said, playing with his hands, “It’s stupid really but---”

He yelped falling to the floor, Remus victoriously sliding into the rolling chair. He spun wildly, the web camera a laggy blur, with only loud obnoxious kissing noises heard amongst the screaming.

Eventually, Remus slowed down, and it was jarring how much he and Roman looked alike. It was more unnerving seeing such a sleazy look with Roman’s face.

“Oh Dmitri,” Remus mocked, even adopting the heavy accent Roman usually placed on his name, “Embrace me with those big, long artist hands of yours, god I’m going to melt--"

“Shut up--shut up! You Rat-- give it back-give it back--” Roman whined, clambering over the chair, elbowing him, “Give it back, fuckin- MOM,” At one point Roman managed to wrestle the laptop from Remus, kicking him out of the chair and sending him off with a finger-- which Remus promptly returned.

Dmitri’s silently wheezed as Roman turned around visibly frazzled, “God I forgot what I was say-Are you laughing at me?” he said, “Stop it--stop laughing it’s not--”

“It-” Dmitri’s covered his mouth, shoulders shaking “It kinda is,” He said between snorts, only laughing harder at the offended noises Roman made.

As his snickers died down, Roman crossed his arms, “You done yet?” he sniffed.

“Yeah…” he gasped, “Yea...h... I am…” he blinked a bit, a slow smile spreading across his face, “So... what’s this about my hands?”

Roman’s eyes shot wide, incoherent babbling coming from his mouth as his ears turned a bright cherry. He slowly shrank out of frame to promptly die.

---

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