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karinasbaby · 9 months ago

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finally got the chance to lose my sanity over the best fucking birthday gift EVER. AND HOLY FUCK

this one had such an intense kick to it oh my GOOODDJELSHS im literally LAUGHING while writing this i can’t believe what i just read what the HELL wlehaldjjhdf hana you will pay for your crimes 🫵 this was once again ATTEMPTED MURDERRRR u really gave me in love and soft and munch hee all on my birthday 😨😨😨 i’m about to throw up istg my mind is SPINNING no words can describe how badly i want to scream rn.

first of all

!?!?!^>[+{]^+{]>]*!=\$\•!{]+! BUT U DID THIS FOR WHATTTTRT😭😭😭 “he loved it when you ruined him, turning him into someone that only you got to see” my legs hurt from me kicking them in the air for so fucking long i actually can’t do this bcs wdym what do you mean WHAT DO YOU MEANNNN WHY IS HE SO CUTE AND SWEET AND SO LOVABLE PLS HEESEUNG LET ME WRAP U UP IN A BLANKET AND KEEP U IN MY POCKET :((( and the obsession with the adam’s apple is so real because i WILL kiss it. non stop. for the rest of my life. for sure. mhm.

u see now personally me? i died lol 🤣🙏🏼 idk about u but i audibly gasped and had to take a break because i would have fallen out of bed for the 9th time tonight and i really wasn’t looking forward to that 🙏🏼 because what. a small cupcake with a candle on it the moment it’s 12 like r u kidding :( r u joking this is so cute and so sweet i have tears in my eyes what the heck heeseung actually being obsessed with birthdays (unlike someone yes im throwing shade and priority jay) (im playing pls don’t jump me) is so cute and just so him :( im gonna cry myself to sleep today 💯

now what if i cry lmfao. no what if i suddenly disappear then what. why would u dO THIS TO MEEEEEEEE 💔💔💔💔💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭😭💔💔💔💔😭😭😭💔😭😭😭😭💔😭💔😭😭😭💔 i’m actually going through it & tearing up again like soft in love hee who loves to praise you like i can’t cut the fucking cameras i CANT i don’t have the ability to handle this ☹️💔☹️💔💔

u making shirtless hee wear a chain… you’re out for blood atp. like u really are 😕‼️ AND PLEASE WDYM HE LAUGHED INTO THE KISS DONT DO THIS TO ME I WILL ACTUALLY MELT AND EXPLODE soft in love hee you’re genuinely gonna kill me like wdym :( hes so the type to interlock ur hands together and kiss u then laugh or smile continuously into the kiss and i can’t do this there are tears in my eyes hana what have you done 💔💔💔💔💔💔

the constant usage of pretty like what did i ever do to you. aren’t u tired of making me blush and giggle all the damn TIME ☹️⁉️ enough is enough pls have some mercy show some mercy towards my heart 💔

this. this right here… haha. “we’ll still eat, baby. this is just for me.”

you’re evil. villainous. straight up wicked. out for BLOOD ‼️ out for MURDER ‼️‼️ TO END AND CHANGE LIVES ‼️ ALTERING THEM PERMANENTLYYYYYY 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊

after this it was just whiplash after whiplash bro like big dawg u have expectations that are too high of me if u really thought i was gonna be able to make it through this without losing my fucking shit entirely 🤣🙏🏼 because like ….?? “he would collapse if he didn’t prolong your climax” ????!!!!?$>[${%]+{>¥|!@£2@:WHAT THE HELLLL [DISTANT CAR CRASH] [SCREAMS] [GUNSHOT] i can’t TAKE IT ANYMOREEEE

i’m just a girl why would u put me through this :(

and then the last part being (cuz i can’t put anymore photos bcs of bitchass tumblr)

“you kissed him before smiling, so glad you were born because you got to have him. “thank you.”

heeseung smiled softly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “happy birthday, baby.”

yeah that one was it for me ngl 🙏🏼 that was like the final blow. the knock out punch

anyways so i’ll quickly write this while sobbing but thank u so much to my dearest & sweetest hana for doing this on my birthday (just wait for march bro u think i’m gonna let u live peacefully???) like i genuinely can’t believe u came through with soft hee no i’m not crying stfu anyways i love u sosososomuch thank u for writing this masterpiece and for being my friend i can’t wait to annoy the living shit out of you when you’re back mamas 😁🙏🏼 pls study well & good luck on all of ur exams !!

✧ happy birthday, pretty

pairing: soft!heeseung x reader

summary: it’s your birthday, and while you don’t really care, your boyfriend cares a lot

warnings: kissing, no p in v, oral (fem receiving), hee is shirtless & soft, mentions of sex, oral happening in the kitchen (unhygienic), hee is a munch obvi, mdni

a/n: am i obsessed with birthdays? maybe. anyways, this is for @karinasbaby because it’s her bday! everyone say happy birthday

the bright rays of sunshine shine through the dark curtains, illuminating the quiet bedroom, casting a warm blanket over two sleeping bodies. one sunray shines directly on heeseung’s face and his eyes flutter open, nose scrunched in disdain. he squeezes his eyes shut before he pulls your sleeping body closer, burying his face in your neck.

heeseung smiles against your neck, content filling his chest. his nose brushes against the nape of your neck as he inhales, loving the way your body slightly smelled of his. trying his best not to wake you, he reaches backwards and grabs his phone. he glances at the time and his eyes widen. it was 10:49 am, which meant he had woken up eleven minutes before his alarm.

this never happened. he had never woken up before his alarm, but his eyes drift to your sleeping figure and they soften. for you, he would do anything. even wake up at an ungodly hour.

he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder and slowly pulls his arm out from under you. he freezes when you shift and stares at you with wide eyes as exhaustion pulls you back under. he gently unwraps his arm around you and shuffles his legs out from between yours. it takes him almost ten minutes to untwine his body from yours, and it’s done with increased difficulty.

he doesn’t want to leave the warm bed or your warm body, but he has plans that he must execute. today was an important day for you, so, it was important to him.

he bites his bottom lip as he pushes himself on the bed, wincing when the bed creeks beneath him. slowly, he turns his head back to you, making sure your eyes remain closed and your breathing remains even.

standing, he grabs his shirt from the floor and grins as he recalls the way you had thrown it, eager to get your hands on him. he places the shirt on his side of the bed, making it easier for you to grab and wear when you wake up. shirtless, he tiptoes to the bathroom and almost laughs at his reflection. his hair is upright and messy, his entire neck is littered with your small bites, and his lips are still swollen.

he simply stares at himself with a stupid grin on his face because he loved it when you ruined him, turning him into someone that only you got to see, got to touch. he touches his adam’s apple and winces, remembering how you had spent quite a bit of time last night just kissing it.

he shakes his head and grabs his toothbrush, careful to only open the tap a bit. he looks back at your sleeping body with a smile on his face, knowing you probably looked the same. he did, after all, ravish you last night.

as soon as the clock had struck 12:00 am, he pulled out a cupcake and candle and made you blow it out, a longstanding tradition in your relationship. one that he implemented, since between the both of you, he was a lot more into birthdays.

you smiled at him and closed your eyes, wishing for nothing but a good year and his happiness. he fed you the cupcake and licked the icing off the corner of your lips. wanting to return the favour, you licked the icing off his jaw. as the cupcake was used and abused, clothes came flying off and heeseung’s first present to you kept you up all night.

he washes his face and tiptoes out of the room and down the hall, towards the kitchen. he had gone out the day before to grab everything he needed for breakfast, hiding it all from you in the back of the fridge. he stretches and grabs two pans, turning on the stove.

as quietly as he can, he cracks the eggs and cuts the fruit. he opens a window so the smell doesn’t wake you. he’s bubbling with excitement, giddy because he had planned everything for today weeks before and he was finally getting to check off everything in his list.

with a soft, permanent smile on his lips, he puts his airpods in as he continues cooking your breakfast. the soft music drowns all sounds and he gets lost in the domesticity of it all.

as the sun shines brighter in the blue sky, the beams of light become too much for you and you squeeze your eyes shut, groaning as you slowly regain consciousness. immediately, your hand reaches for heeseung and you frown when all you feel is the cold mattress. you open one eye and stare at the empty space, scrunching your nose in tiredness.

groggily, you sit up and blink around the room. the curtains did little to stop the sun, both of you having forgotten to shut the blinds. you stretch your neck, yawning as the smell of pancakes wafted through the air. goosebumps erupt on your skin and you look down, only now realizing that you’re still naked. you hastily grab heeseung’s shirt and pull it on, pushing yourself out of bed.

you waddle to the bathroom, eyes still sleepy. you look up at your reflection and almost laugh at how insane you look. your hair's a mess and there are love bites all over your skin; your neck, your collarbone, and your thighs. amazed, you trace the marks with gentle fingers. your tired frown turns into a wide smile at the sight, in awe of heeseung’s dedication.

you wash your face and brush your teeth, a soft smile on your lips. you could hear heeseung in the kitchen and although you told him not to do anything, you knew your words fell on deaf ears. ever since you had started dating, heeseung made it his mission to make every birthday the best one.

at first, you used to chastise him, but then you learned that it was simply who he was. this was his love language; to celebrate the day you were born, to make sure that it was perfect and filled with happiness. he loved you so much and he wanted to celebrate today; glad that you had been born because he couldn’t imagine his life with you.

so, you let him be. you indulged him in all his plans, learning to love and appreciate the day as much as he did. if he loved today, you certainly could.

in just his shirt, you stepped out of your shared bedroom and walked to the kitchen, careful to keep light feet. your smile widened at the sight of heeseung’s bare back as he stood at the stove, quietly humming. he slightly swayed his hips to the music, lost in his own world.

you leaned against the kitchen entrance, arms crossed as you stared at him, biting your bottom lip in amusement. you loved him like this; free, comfortable, and himself. you eyed everything on the counter and shook your head, knowing he would be so glad to check everything off his little list with a gel pen you had gotten him.

heeseung stared at the pancake in front of him, counting the seconds until he could flip it. he was so preoccupied that he hadn’t noticed you, not until you wrapped your arms loosely around his waist and pressed your face against his back.

surprised, heeseung lost count before he grinned, turning his head. “good morning, pretty. happy birthday.”

you smiled against his back, looking up at him with wide eyes. “thank you, hee.”

heeseung plucked the airpods out of his ears and set them on the counter before he flipped the pancake, pleased with himself as it was perfectly golden. “how’d you sleep? you’re not too sore are you?” his doe eyes couldn’t hide the teasing in his tone.

you smirked before gently biting his back, grinning at his feigned wince. “i slept like a baby thanks to you. and, for your information, everything hurts.”

heeseung lowered the flame before he turned around, wrapping his arms around your waist as you looked up at him, his chain tickling your nose. he looked down at you with wide, bright eyes. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and you smiled.

“that’s too bad, pretty. i’m not even close to being done with you yet.” he brushed his nose against yous and you closed your eyes, his words igniting a fire that had been briefly put out last night.

your body didn’t really hurt, but heeseung didn’t have to know that. it wouldn’t make a difference, not really. he’d still go down on you regardless.

instead of edging him on, you raised an eyebrow. “your pancake is burning.”

immediately, his facade dropped and he turned around, mumbling incoherent curses as he lifted the pancake and put it on top of the ever growing stack. you eyed the pancakes and almost burst out laughing.

each one was a lopsided heart.

enamoured, you stepped back and pushed yourself up on the opposite counter, content with just watching him cook. you crossed your ankles and tilted your head, focused on his broad back and thin waist. his arms were hard at work, whisking and pouring and you eyed the veins that always made an appearance in the morning.

after pouring the next two pancakes, heeseung turned around and froze at your stare; so bright and filled with love. he smiled softly and stepped towards you, smile widening when you spread your legs apart, letting him slot himself right in between them.

you rested your hands on his waist and his warm hands rested on your exposed thighs. he looked down at you with a soft smile, his eyes shining with fondness. his thumbs rubbed circles on your inner thighs and you tried to ignore it.

“you look so beautiful, baby. i’m the luckiest man alive.” his words were soft, and yet so loud in your mind. you felt your neck warm and you looked away, focusing on the jug of juice on the counter behind him.

he cupped your jaw and turned your head, a familiar glint in his eyes. you weren’t sure if it was the stove or the sun shining through the window, but your entire body felt warm. his hands on you and his intense gaze was making your mind hazy.

he smiled at you and you felt your heart squeeze in your chest. you loved his smile. the way it stretched his cheeks and made his eyes smaller, his perfect teeth on display as his cheeks filled out.

unable to help yourself, you hooked your finger in his chain and pulled his face closer to yours, pressing your lips against his. he laughed into the kiss and his other hand traveled up your thigh until it squeezed your waist, pulling you closer to him.

he deepened the kiss and you opened your mouth slightly, allowing his hot tongue to explore your mouth. the intensity of his body pressed against yours made you run your fingers up his back until they tangled in his soft hair, eliciting a soft moan from him.

he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, the bridge of your noses grazing each other as you both tried to catch your breath. he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek.

before you could capture his lips again, heeseung squeezed your hip and stepped back, smirking at the frown on your lips as he turned back to the stove, flipping the pancakes. he kept his back to you and your stare burned into his exposed back.

you closed your legs and squeezed your thighs together as you watched him move around the kitchen, fascinated by the way he danced around the kitchen. it warmed your heart, knowing he did this for you; only for you. you eyed the faint scratch marks on his back and memories of last night came rushing forward.

although heeseung was primarily focused on cooking, making sure your breakfast was perfect, he kept his heightened attention on you, paying attention to the way you squeezed your thighs together and how your eyes never strayed from his back.

“so,” he began, as he fried different kinds of meat. “after breakfast, i was thinking that maybe we could go to that museum you really wanted to visit.”

you watched as his back muscles flexed, mesmerized with the way he did everything so effortlessly. you nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you. “sure, i’d really like that.”

he turned his head and grinned widely at you and you rolled your eyes, a lovesick smile on your lips. you didn’t know why he bothered acting so nonchalant every time. you knew he had already booked the tickets and booked a reservation at your favourite restaurant. he never left anything up to chance, making sure everything was always planned close to the T.

gosh, you really loved him.

“hee,” you said, a little embarrassed. “c’mere for a second.” you stopped swinging your legs and sat up straighter when he placed the final piece of meat on the pan. he turned and stepped in between your legs, his hands on your waist.

you rested your hands on his chest and he shuddered at the coldness of them before stepping closer, his pelvis pressing against your hips. your eyes fluttered at his closeness, the warmth of his body reeling you in.

“i just wanted to say thank you.” his eyes softened and his smile turned bashful. “you always do so much for me and you have no idea how thankful i am.”

heeseung kissed your forehead. “it’s just breakfast, baby. the day is still young.” he pressed another kiss to your nose. “you never have to thank me. you know i’d do anything for you.”

you rested your hand right on top of his beating heart and smiled softly when it began to beat a bit faster. even after all these years, he still got a bit nervous around you. it wasn’t his fault, really. you were just too beautiful. he couldn’t handle it sometimes.

“still.” you leaned forward and kissed his chest, right between two hickeys you had given him last night. at the feeling of your plush lips against his skin, heeseung’s breath hitched. “you do so much for me.”

bewitched by your scent and smile, heeseung’s eyes burned brightly as he looked down at you, a warmth spreading through his body. his hands rubbed the exposed skin of your thighs, the sight of you in just his shirt had his mind racing.

“you wanna thank me, pretty?”

you tried not to grin at his words; at the familiar tone and the way his words came out quieter, a bit huskier than normal. he cupped your jaw and tilted your face upwards, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his gaze fixed on your lips.

you hummed softly, nodding your head. there was something so seductive about him, the way his smile made you soft and yet his eyes, gosh, his eyes. big and wide and dark, burning with a heat that mirrored the flame of the stove.

your breathing becomes heavier as he tips his head down, his lips hovering yours. you close your eyes, needing his lips on yours. he, however, pulls back and turns around. you open your mouth in objection but heeseung simply turns off the stove before he grabs your face, slamming his lips on yours.

you laugh in delight as he presses himself closer to you, one of his hands on your thigh as the other rests gently on your throat, keeping you from squirming. your hands were in his hair, pulling and scratching.

the sounds of your lips against each other echoed in the kitchen as heeseung groaned into the kiss, enraptured by your taste. his hand slipped under your–his–shirt and he began to press his thumb into the skin of your stomach and hips.

you pull away and heeseung rests his forehead against yours, both of your chests heaving. you lean forward and press a swift kiss to his swollen lips, licking his bottom lick sensually. heeseung’s eyes widen, mesmerized by you. he captures your lips again, heart beating rapidly as his arms circle your waist and pull you flush against him.

“you drive me crazy,” he whispers against your lips. “everything about you.”

you kiss him back messily, hands traveling up his neck. “think about how i feel.” you press a kiss to his adam’s apple. “you’re too good for me.”

your words settle in heeseung’s mind and his first instinct is to pull away, to look you in the eyes and tell you how horribly wrong you are. he’s not too good for you; you, you’re too good for him. you’re too good for anyone, but he’s selfish and tries his best.

instead, his hands wander and he grins when you whimper, his thumbs brushing against your pinched nipples. he watches as your eyes shut and you lean forward in pleasure as he rubs and pinches them. he presses an open mouth kiss to both nipples on top of your shirt, pleased by the bright look in your eyes.

his lips travel down until he reaches your nude thighs. he falls to his knees and your legs tremble at the sight before you. you bite the inside of your cheek as heeseung looks up at you, lust and adoration swirling in his eyes.

he taps your knee. “spread your legs for me, pretty. you said you wanted to thank me.”

instantly, your legs spread apart and heeseung shuffled closer. “but, hee, what about the food?” you ask weakly, wanting nothing more than his tongue in you.

heeseung smirks at the sight of your soaked pussy, knowing you had been dripping onto the counter with no remorse. “we’ll still eat, baby. this is just for me.”

he hooks his arms under your thighs and easily lifts your thighs above the counter, moving you off it and closer to his face. your arms immediately rest behind you, holding the rest of your body weight.

heeseung moves his face closer to your bare cunt, the heat from his breath making your body tingle. you watch him with wide eyes as he stares, before blowing warm air on it.

you squirm in his hold and his hands tighten around you. “such a pretty pussy, baby.” he praises, completely infatuated. he loved you, but he also really loved your pussy. he loved how pretty it was and how it tasted and he loved how well it took him. “my girl is the prettiest girl in the world.”

“hee,” you whisper, needing him.

he understands, and because it’s your birthday, he simply brushes his nose against your slick folds before licking a harsh stripe of your core. your back arched and you let out a quiet moan as he wasted no time.

he pressed his face closer to your cunt as his tongue licked and sucked, lapping up all your juices. the sounds of slurping and his lips smacking around your clit made your legs shake as his nose pressed so deliciously against you.

you whimpered when he tilted his head even further, pushing his tongue deep within you. you felt the tip of it curl upwards and you almost screamed, tears gathering in your eyes. “yes, yes,” you chanted, “faster, fuck.”

at the sight of your pleasure, heeseung hums and the sound makes your insides vibrate. you begin moving your hips feverishly against his face, grinding down on him. he groans as you rub your slick all over his face, his chin dripping with drool and arousal.

your sweet scent and taste overwhelms his mind and he begins to lose his mind as his lips latch onto your clit, face pressed right against your dripping cunt as his tongue slides in and out of you.

“fuck, hee,” you mumble, eyes barely open as you watch him suck you dry. “i’m close–” your legs were pulsing erratically and your walls clenched around his tongue as your release edged closer.

“cum, pretty,” he edged. “want the birthday girl’s cum all over my face.”

his words broke you and you moaned as your vision blurred, your orgasm washing over you like cold water. throwing your head back, heeseung continued to push his tongue into your gushing pussy, his lips coaxing all your juices down his throat. he licked and sucked even when you mumbled something incoherent about it being too much.

he wanted it all; every last drop you had to offer. you tasted too good, looked too pretty and he would collapse if he didn’t prolong your climax. his tongue continued to lap up everything that dripped out of you as you breathed harshly, chest heaving up and down as your legs shook.

once he had sucked your dry, cleaning you up like the good boyfriend he was, he pressed a soft kiss to your clit before peppering your inner thighs with kisses. you watched him with half lidded eyes as your body twitched with sensitivity.

“did so well for me, pretty.” he whispered against your skin. he looked up at you and your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight of him; his eyes wide and hair wild as your cum and slick coated his face, his sun-kissed skin glowing with sweat as he smiled with swollen lips.

he looked so pleased, so giddy. so completely, irrevocably in love with you.

he kissed up your thighs before he gently placed your shaking hips back on the counter. he kept his hands on your thighs as he stood, smiling down at you. “you’re my favourite meal.”

he grinned at the fucked out look on your face. when you managed a soft smile, he gently held your jaw as he placed a tender kiss on your lips. he rested his forehead against yours as you wrapped your arms around his stomach, holding him close as your heart calmed down.

he rubbed soothing circles on your back as you hugged, his cheek resting on your head. this was everything to him; the quiet moments you both shared in the privacy of your home. this was how he wanted to spend your birthday; alone and calm, with spurts of arousal and activity.

he reached over and grabbed a freshly cleaned hand towel before wetting it under the sink. “you okay, baby? do you want a glass of water?” he cleaned you up, wiping your legs clean carefully.

you shook your head and looked up at him. “some food would be nice.” he rolled his eyes at you before kissing your forehead. he stepped away from you and turned on the stove, finishing frying the meat he had abandoned.

he sang quietly as he kept throwing you flirtatious looks, grinning when you flipped him off. once the meat was cooked. he placed everything on the table, including the vase of flowers he had hidden.

you smiled softly at him when he lifted you off the counter and brought you to the table, setting you down on your seat. before he could step away, you grabbed his sweatpants and pulled him back to you.

with soft eyes, he bent down. “what is it, pretty?”

you kissed him before smiling, so glad you were born because you got to have him. “thank you.”

heeseung smiled softly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “happy birthday, baby.”

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disappointmnet · 7 years ago

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DONGHAN WROTE A POST IT NOTE TO TAEDONG SAYING "TaeDonghan needs to dance to Fire again hyung" I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE

#jbj #istg these kids r gonna be the end of me #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AKDNDKSDMFMSNAKDLSJASH #Im SO E M O

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blownbybakugou · 4 years ago

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Cumming Inside

Characters: Tenya Iida, Fumikage Tokoyami, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinsou

Warnings: Breeding Kink, unprotected sex

Iida

Mans has a hardcore breeding kink istg

He will be so eager to cum inside,

But he is holding back,

Bc he doesn’t know if you want kids with him or not,

And he also doesn’t want you to end things with him just bc he came inside.

So first off,

c o n s e n t.

He needs affirmation that’s it’s okay with you.

Secondly, Do you want kids,

or are you on birth control?

When he does cum inside,

Legit pulls out just to see the hot ass creampie he gave you.

And I’m telling you now,

With how pent up he is,

it means he cums a LOT

Tokoyami

Birb is okay with whatever you are.

He doesn’t exactly prefer cumming inside,

But he isn’t opposed to it per se.

If you want to start a family with him,

He’s okay with that, but he will always ask where you want him to release at

Like, he needs reassurance.

He doesn’t think he’s good enough for you,

So he didn’t think you’d want that from him.

But now that he knows you do,

He can go for r o u n d s.

He will cum in you again, and again and again until you are completely worn out.

Because he loves you,

And he’s going to love your child as well.

Tamaki

Another mans that a has hardcore breeding kink

The second you say you want him to cum inside,

Soft Dom Tamaki has been Unlocked

He has hella stamina for someone who is shy,

So he can empty his balls and still keep going

Just to shove the cum deeper yk?

He will honestly cum right when you say that you want a kid with him.

Because he’s like,

Y/n wants a child? With me???

Baby boi is gonna go feral.

I mean,

I hc that Tamaki is a family man,

And that he really wants children.

Because he is comfy arounf his s/o,

And he would be comfy around his kids,

And he wants to be comfy with more people?

Idk if that makes sense,

But that’s my reasoning.

Shinsou

Honestly doesn’t want kids.

They would prevent him from more sleep,

And he barely gets the needed amount as is.

Plus, why have kids when you can have cats?

But if you really want a kId,

Sleepy boi will provide.

He cums loads,

And even tho he prefers to cum on your face,

If you want it he can cum inside.

Now, not saying he doesn’t have a breeding kink,

Tbh he likes to roleplay that you’re a cat in heat and that he needs to breed you to make it go away.

But just because he has a breeding kink does not mean he actually wants kids??

Again, probably doesn’t make sense.

He doesn’t get turned on by pregnant you,

He gets turned on by the fact that it could happen??

But doesn’t actually want it to.

He’s a confusing little shit.

#iida x reader #iida tenya #bnha iida #mha iida #tenya x reader #tenya x y/n #tokoyami x reader #tokoyami fumigake #bnha tokoyami #tamaki smut #tamaki x reader #tamaki headcanons #tamaki amakiji #mha tamaki #shinsou imagine #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader

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al1x00 · 2 months ago

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⚠️CHAP. 10 SPOILERS⚠️

THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS OMFG I'M NOT READY FOR OPIN TO END😭😭

EXCUSE ME "TW SUICIDAL THOUGHTS"?!?! WHO TF IS TRYING TO BLOW THEIR BRAINS OUT MY GOODNESS.

Love how I'm totally chill on the blood and gore part like yeah that's usual Katy™ stuff, you get used to it after reading TF🥰🥰

DAMNN HOBIE'S ON FIRE HE'S GOT NO MERCY ANYMORE. Also I love how you described the factory and the way Hick's office/balcony is placed very high up because he own the place and all that jazz because it just makes him the picture perfect image of the asshole he is LMAO

YAYY WE GOT KARL TOO THE WHOLE GANG IS HEREEE

WHOA WAIT A BAG OF TNT?? That's not gonna go well, is it..? Even if they do manage to bomb the factory, TNT is a very effective and quick explosive so if they aren't fast enough to get away someone might get hurt yknow

Hicks and his shit aim strike once again and fail😌 that man cannot land a single bullet on anyone, not even a couple of horses.

WTF HOW DID HE NOT DIE? ISTG IF HOBIE DOESN'T GET TO KILL HIM

Honestly if R was to look at Hobie and see him kill men so effortlessly while balancing only on one side of his horse they're gonna get married on the spot, like RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

Hobie lost his last whip and said "Fuck it, let's make an instrument of torture out of the new one" And I bet that shit hurt like hell.

"Everyone thinks he should be dead by now" ONE OF THE REALEST THINGS YOU WROTE YEAHH TERMINATE THAT ASSHOLE

YESS HE GOT THE DEATH HE DESERVED NO MERCY FOR HICKS

I always make sure there aren't any symbolism or anything in the paragraphs before I continue reading the chapters so I googled what do alligators symbolize and there many different versions of it. One said they symbolize inner strenght and power so I gues that could work with the power Hobie held in that moment right before he decided not to spare Hicks and let him suffer but it also says they symbolize finding solace in the present which I don't think Hicks got while he was getting eaten alive and ripped apart💀

WAIT IT'S BEEN A MONTH SINCE THE WHOLE THING HAPPENED? A WHOLE MONTH PASSED FROM THE DAY HICKS AND CROSS FOUND THEIR FARM?

OKAY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HAS HAPPENED. HICKS TRIED TO KILL R BY THROWING HER DOWN THE WELL? IT'S WORSE THAN ANYTHING THEY'VE DONE TO HER BEFORE WTF HE DESERVED THAT HORRIBLE DEATH.

"A graveyard full of Cross’ ancestors lies just a few ways away from the gazebo." He's gonna join them soon if he doesn't stop with that attitude🥰🥰

R thinking about Hobie everytime someone does something that he would do just hurts so much because R doesn't even know if he's alive or not at this point. She has no way of escaping or getting any source of information about him or Riri and the others and it's so fucking sad. It's hurting me so much I just need to see them happy and healthy once more😭😭

R IS BEING A GIRLBOSS I LOVE ITT

“Look at me just like how you look at him.” Okay just one more thing to add to the list of reasons of why I hate Cross so much🥰🥰 Out of all the things he's done and said this is probably one of the most disgusting EVER.

KATYY WDYM BOTH HIT THEIR TARGET?!?!?! IS R DEAD? NONONONO I CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER SAD ENDING AFTER TF THIS BETTER BE A FUCKING JOKE

DAMN R GOT SOME AIM THAT BULLET LEFT A BIG ASS HOLE THROUGHT HIS STOMACH

...Katy I swear to god if R dies I'm gonna sue you. DON'T GIVE HOBIE ANY MORE TRAUMA HE ALREADY HAS PLENTLY AND EVEN MORE TO SPARE.

“A life lived without you isn't a life well lived, remember?” Bye don't talk to me for five business days.

KATY YOU HAD ME FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT THEY BOTH DIED IN THE FIRE OH MY GOODNESS I WAS ABOUT TO THROW A FIT I WAS ALREADY SOBBING MY EYES OUT BUT THEN I WENT ON AND I WAS LIKE "WAIT A DAMN MINUTE-"

THEY GOTH DUCKIESS AND BUCKY AND CHERRY HAVE LITTLE KIDS NOW I'M SOBBING OMFG

AND COWS TOO

AND CLOVER HAS HER PUPPIES TOO OH MY GOD IT'S SO CUTEEE

God really must have favourites because how the fuck did R survive that bullet right under her ribcage? Like sure there was a possibility but holy shit R got lucky. NOT THAT I'M COMPLAINING OFC

HELLO?? BILLIE AND MONA CANON IN OPIN?? AAAA I'M LOSING MY SHIT I'M SO HAPPY THAT THEY'RE ALRIGHT AND CONTENT IN THEIR HOUSE AGAIN.

God this has been so bittersweet. Words cannot describe the utter whirlwind of emotions that I had throughtout this chapter and story overall. It has made me cry, laugh, cheer for the characters and have loads of sympathy for them, so much that sometimes I felt it to the very soul. I can safely say that this fic goes onto the podium with BDAS because the sheer amount of effort you put into this has not gone unnoticed, you've outdone yourself again like you always continue to do and I'm SO SO proud of you for writing something as beautiful as OPIN. I am not ready to say goodbye to our favourite outlaw and cowboy😭😭 (I will not say goodbye to him yet, he'll have me in a chokehold until the end of time)Honestly I could go on and yap about this for hours and hours (and I probably will because OPIN deserves it) but like- the intricacy of the storyline, the well done backstories and the way you gave each character a different moral and point of view is just 🤌* chefs kiss * YKWIM?? I will never, EVER, shut up about how R and Hobie were like complete strangers all over again when they found eachother after all those years, how they feared of the consequences of loving somebody, but in the end the only thing that mattered the most was to get back into eachother's arms and stay with the other until the end, no matter if the flames got to them or not; the fact that they were gonna die together in that fire and they were totally fine with that just because they had eachother will always cling with me. They way they both learned to love the other despite all their flaws and the how the horrible things that happened shaped them, but their love was stronger than anything else, stronger than a man and his whole bullet factory that went against two people who just truly loved eachother in the purest and most genuine way ever. They fought with claws and teeth, because they had both everything and nothing to lose, just to see the other one last time before everything caught up.

Alright I won't write more on this but I will return with another yapping session soon so expect a huge message in your inbox LMAO but thanks again for everything Katy!! LY LY LY❤️❤️❤️

Dead Man's Hand

Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 11.5k

Tags: Use of Y/N, sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing), Cowboy AU, wild west AU, CW food mention, CW vomit mention, CW blood and gore, CW guns, TW violence, TW abuse, TW suicidal thoughts, TW death.

A/N: if there are any warnings that I've missed please tell me so I could add it in.

This chapter tackles dark themes, read at your own discretion.

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CHAPTER 10 >>>

The pungent, acrid and hot air of metal and gunpowder brings Hobie back in time as he slams open the steel doors to the factory with a harsh kick. Machinery whirs, and twists, sharp steel dancing to the beat of the flames as it turns molten iron into instruments of death.

Hobie roams his fury-filled eyes around the factory, green flames flicker in those eyes, finding grime coated faces of strangers staring back at him and his posse. One glances their dark eyes towards the upper level of the factory where a balcony is placed. Where Hicks would look down with contempt, and would scream at the overworked employees to hurry production. Hobie knows it all too well, the factory mirrors the one back home. In the middle of the balcony sits an office with frosted windows that bear Hicks’ name. But the man is nowhere to be found within the crowd.

“If you're not Hicks, get the fuck out.” He doesn't need to yell the command, for everyone turns to run outside towards the back exit where half of Miguel's gang lies in wait; and Hicks' lackeys lay dead on the soft muddy ground.

One running and hiding away amidst the crowd catches his eye with the same face as one of the men who buried him all those years ago. “‘cept you.” With one swift raise of his six shooter, smoke billowing out, a hole now sits on the man's torso where his heart should be. “Hicks, better get down ‘ere or my people will blow this place to the ground.” Hobie steps over the bloody body, crimson coating the sole of his boots. “Rainin’ bullets don't mix well with a room full of explosives.”

There's no movement nor a whisper in the entire factory save for the fading sounds of the machines slowly shutting off. He catches a glimpse of a shadow behind a closed frosty door in the upper level of the factory. It was quick and sudden, if not for Riri's gentle nudge towards the movement, he'd think he was seeing you again for a brief cruel moment.

“Ri, Karl, come with me.” Hobie emerges behind the blackened air from the large machines. Three sets of boots thumping silently as they bound upstairs.

He reaches the door, back on the solid wall and away from the glass. Riri stays on his right, shotgun cocked and ready while Karl checks his bag of TNT on Hobie's left. As he moves to open the door, a bullet pierces the glass, shattering it into sharp tiny pieces. A shard nicks Hobie's cheek, but he ignores the throbbing pain as blood trickles out.

“You're still alive, you little shit?!” Hicks yells, shooting blindly at the door.

The trio stays still and waits for the opening. A click echoes in the quiet, and clouds of gunpowder float through the air. Hobie and the others take their opportunity. Karl lights a stick of dynamite, chucking it inside the room and then ducking down to cover his ears. Hobie doesn't waste time, leaving the safety of the cover, he twists to face the door, shooting at the flying TNT— effectively blowing it near Hicks while Hobie holds onto his hat so that it doesn't get blown away.

The explosion causes Hobie to stagger backwards, if not for Riri pulling him back to the side, he would've fallen off the railings. Sulfur fills the air as they cough, puffs of grey smoke clouds the entire office space.

His ears ring, a sharp high pitched sound that he's awfully familiar with. He gives Riri a thankful nod, which she replies with a smug smile and a raise of her eyebrow. Hobie takes the lead, flicking his eyes towards Karl, who gives him a thumbs up, and with his hair all messed up from the explosion. Satisfied that his group is alright, he enters the fray. Smoke giving way to him and his raised gun. Shards of glass crunch at his feet, singed papers lay burned on the floorboards as embers flicker out in the air.

As the smoke clears out and the hot air of the south enters through the broken windows— Hobie finds no one inside the room.

“Fuck!” As he yells into the emptiness, a horse neighs outside, hooves running frantically away while bullets fly and ricochet. He immediately looks down, finding Hicks half burnt and riding away. “Like a fuckin’ roach.” Without thinking ahead, Hobie vaults from the window, softening his fall with a roll. Landing, knees aching but intact, he whistles for Bucky.

“Hobie, what the fuck?!” Riri and Karl simultaneously scream out, but Hobie's already running while Bucky follows right behind him.

Once Buckeye trots next to him, Hobie grabs hold of the saddle's horn to swiftly lift himself up on the saddle with a quick pull. No one's going to stop him, Miguel already considers Hicks dead just from the look of determination behind those green eyes.

Hobie leaves everyone in the dust. Bucky neighs wildly, huffing and puffing as he tries to catch up. “Hicks!” Said man turns on his saddle a few ways ahead, arm raising to aim and to shoot his gun. Bullets whizz past, hot air passing by as Hicks misses every single bullet.

Hicks’ scalding flesh makes him keel over in pain as his blood drenches his horse. “Shit!” He kicks roughly, his horse whines before speeding off.

Bucky gains speed, catching up to Hicks whilst he reloads. But of course, his hired guns finally catch wind. A handful of them appear from the side, trudging from the muddy swamp with alligators lurking underneath, and riding towards the bumpy road where the main chase is happening.

The rival posse hollars and hoots, sneering smiles and guns aimed at Hobie. Riri and the others are still catching up to him, so he's left alone to defend himself and Bucky. With fury fuelling him, he has everything to lose so he'll shoot through all of them like a hot knife through butter.

While the mercenaries leave the line of trees, Hobie enters the thicket, swerving to the side, using the large and sturdy trees for cover. The ground may be soft and muddy, but Hobie and his loyal horse have been in dozens of situations like this. The swamp might've slowed them down but it doesn't stop them as splintered wood flicks and flies while his enemies continue to shoot at his swift horse.

A bullet comes too close to his head, piercing a hole in the brim of his hat. He clicks his tongue, annoyed at the damage. Patting Bucky, he takes his foot off one of the stirrups to bring it to the safer side where no bullets could come at him. With two legs on one side, hand holding on to the saddle horn and reins, Hobie rides sideways, hiding his body while peeking over and shooting with calculated aim as Bucky runs back towards the path. One by one, the mercenaries fall off their horses with his bullets pierced through their bodies. The road is coated with their blood, leaving trails of rubies for his posse to follow.

Miguel trots closer, shooting at what remains of Hicks' men. The gang hoots at the sight, adrenaline rushing through their veins, and blood heating up from the violence.

While Riri and Karl have their eyes on Hobie, who now sits upright on Bucky, they kick on their horses and off they go, riding side by side with Him. Hicks panics from the sheer volume of horses running after him, with his last bullets, he aims at Bucky's leg.

Hobie beats him to the punch, quickly thrashing his whip made out of jagged metal wires, tearing the skin off of Hicks' arm apart when Hobie pulls hard at it. Hicks screams in sheer agony, tumbling and falling off his horse into the moist ground, soil entering his burns and mouth. When the dust settles, he looks up to only see the end of Hobie's gun.

It's silent in the marsh as the sun shines on his gun; frogs hum in the distance, gators trill when they smell meat while Hicks' labored breathing quickens. Hobie has his gun digging into Hicks’ skull, skin red and angry from his burns. Half of his face has melted into a mess of meat and bones, left eye barely opening from his melted eyelid. A pungent smell permeates from his oozing wounds, clothes torn and burned to ash, and ankle twisted at an angle. Hicks’ hands are buried halfway into the ground as he sinks down to the muddy plains.

Everyone thinks he should be dead by now, even Hicks himself, but death won't grant him the sweet release just yet— not until Hobie takes what he is owed.

“My, don't you look pretty, Hicks.” Hobie doesn't smile nor smirk at the sight of the man who buried him alive five years ago. A man who now kneels before him, disfigured beyond recognition, feeding the soil under him with his own suffering.

“F-fuck y-y-you.” Hicks' lips tremble from the unimaginable pain. “I w-will not b-beg.” He manages to curl half of his melted lips into one final sneer. “Not l-like how you did.”

“I don't want you to beg, Hicks.” Hobie digs the metal harshly, skin ripping and tearing like paper from under the gun. “I need to know where she is. You're dyin' anyway, your last words might as well be somethin' useful.”

Hobie's cold words makes the man scoff that quickly turns into a painful cough. “No. Didn't your old man tell you that revenge is a f-fool's game?”

“This isn't revenge, this is retribution.” Hobie tilts his head, looking behind Hicks where a pack of gators trill and show themselves under the green swamp. “If you tell me, I won't let the gators eat you alive.”

“Wha–?” Hicks' slowly turns his trembling head, skin painfully tugging with every movement. One of the gators snaps its maw, warning with its sharp teeth. The entire gang hears this grown man whimper from fear.

“They look mighty hungry, Hicks. Better hurry up.”

“You'd t-take me away from them?”

“No, I'd put you out of your misery before they get to you. Something you didn't give me back then.”

Hobie can practically see the rusty cogs in Hicks' head turning. “...alright, just don't let them eat m-me.” His burns flares up as he doubles in pain.

Hobie makes the man raise his head with the barrel pushing his chin up. “Sure.”

“She's at the big white house near Blackwater, just west of the r-road. You can't miss it.”

“You lyin’” Hobie doubts the information when he gave it to him too fast. Jaw tightening at the thought of you being so close yet so far from his reach.

“No, I'm not.” Hicks hears the unmistakable sound of the reptile crawling closer. “It's the truth.”

Riri flicks her eyes towards Hobie, leaning close, whispering lowly at his ear. “I know the place.” Hobie doesn't miss the hard look in her eyes. “He's not local, that place is well hidden, he wouldn't know that only the locals know about it.” She glares at the sniveling man, “It's ways away from the road he's talking about. Fucking far from it. Easily missed if you're not familiar with the place.”

Hicks figures out what she's whispering when Hobie's anger flares, hand tightening around his gun. “I'm telling the truth, Hobie. It's there and she's waiting for you! I promise! She's the one lying!” He points a crooked finger at Riri.

“Thought you wouldn't beg.” His fate is sealed with the gators. “Technically you did lie.” Hobie drops his arm, gun aimed away from Hicks. “Off you go with the gators, boss.”

“No, no, Hobie! Please, I'm sorry!” Hicks tries to grab at Hobie's leg, but Hobie kicks him down on the ground and on his back. He tilts his head back, meeting face to face with a ten foot alligator that seems to smile at him.

His screams echo around the marsh while Hobie and the others get on their horses. He watches the gator death roll the flailing Hicks on the muddied ground until the wailing stops completely.

Hobie leads the pack away while he leaves behind the sound of tearing skin and bones cracking under sharp teeth. And all he could think about is you, and how he could've had a good life with you.

—

Draped in chiffon and stab silk, iridescent blues and purples dance along the fabric as light hits it. Expensive fabric that hides all the aching blemishes on your flesh by the same men who claim that they are doing it for your sake, that it's the only way you would obey.

Your hands are tied behind your back with Cross' hand wrapped around your wrists in a sickening grip; preventing you from moving. You shine under the southern sun, all gold and frills but none of the happiness behind your sullen and dull eyes.

For a fleeting moment in those months you were with Hobie, you had peace. You'd stay there forever if you could, if only the world had granted it to you, instead of the pain that it brought down upon you.

You could've had a good life together.

It's been a whole month since the last time you saw Hobie alive. A whole month without hearing his voice, without his loving touch; and a whole month with the same family who has hurt you in every possible way they could. The image of Hobie buried under the rubble of your shared home spirals you over the edge once again. You've cried, wept and sobbed some more, but nothing has helped. You feel like you've died right next to him. You wish you had.

Meanwhile you have a wound that was never meant to be healed inside you. A wound that was momentarily healed, until you were brought back to the reality of your dreaded life.

You instinctively run your finger around the gold band around your finger, finding the unfamiliar diamond instead of the simple gold band that turns your face even more sour at the scalding heat that turns your heavy dress into an oven. You had the foresight to hide Hobie's ring the second you had a chance. It now lays underneath your floorboards waiting for you.

There's a heavy feeling in your chest, grief running along your heart, plunging your very being into darkness. It was like that day five years ago, you have no knowledge of him alive, no way of knowing if Hicks ended him. It's an awful case of déjà vu.

Both men stand beside you, as if they're meant to guard you. The estate stands behind you, its large shadow looming over you. All Its white marble and columns stand tall, doors that don't creak, windows pristine and gleaming— but you'd rather have the pile of ashes you once called home.

This place lacks a heartbeat.

You flick your tired eyes over to the well beside the estate, your body shivers from how cold it was inside, when you sank into it like stone the first time Hicks threw you inside. It's a miracle you didn't break your neck, in that moment, you wished it had.

A carriage arrives from a distance, horses galloping along the road towards the estate. Wispy cypress trees sit around the path, parting way for the dirt road leading to the house. Its soft leaves dance in the wind, leaves fluttering by as you watch the carriage get closer and closer.

“Remember to smile, we can't lose their money.” Hicks grabs the back of your dress, yanking your neck down for emphasis. “Don't be a bitch like last time or you'll get the well tonight. And I heard it'll be cold tonight.”

“I'll be in my best behavior, uncle.” Your glare towards the rich couple exiting the carriage says otherwise.

Hicks only gives you a stern look before letting you go. Cross loosens his grip for a moment and you immediately take your hands in front of you so he couldn't hold you again. You haven't spoken a word to the man you call husband since you arrived at the estate. Your defiance got your bedroom door locked from the outside for now but was taken apart for the first week of your stay. Showing you bare to the entire world, revealing to the world that you're his.

The woman clad in gold and gemstones huffs, flinging away a fly from her painted face. “God, I hate this humidity.”

“This better be good this time, Hicks.” Her husband takes his tophat off, wrinkling his nose at the scent of heat and damp marsh.

“You won't regret traveling for this, Mr. Burnell.” Hicks sucks up to the man. “My, don't you look lovely, Mrs. Burnell.”

She giggles, hiding the blush dusting her cheeks with a fan. “Oh don't be such a gentleman, Hicks.”

“Stop sucking up to my wife, Hicks.” Even though his smile tells you that it's a joke, his tone says that he's completely irked by your uncle. Perhaps this has happened before.

You roll your eyes subtly, Cross’ jaw tightens as he shakes hands with both guests. “It's a pleasure to have you both today.” He says flatly.

“An honour.” Your tone is tight, lips turned into a strained smile.

“I remember you,” the male Burnell smiles faintly at you. “And you too,” he points at Cross. “I was at your wedding, what a wonderful ceremony.” You clench your fists tightly around your lace gloves, almost tearing the fabric.

“Oh I also remember!” His wife claps, “your gown was lovely, and the deviled eggs were to die for!”

You laugh, a sound more akin to a scoff. “I should've had some back then.”

Mr. Burnell reaches for both of your hands, holding you gently as you make a face at him that doesn't quite reach the man's full understanding. “I'm sorry about your aunt, we sent flowers to the funeral. I hope it was to your liking.”

“I wouldn't know, I wasn't there.” You swallow thickly.

“Oh poor dear,” The woman touches your cheek, and you flinch away. She coos as if you're a child. “You couldn't even bear saying goodbye.”

“Sure,” you slide your hands away from the man's hold, and then you take her hand away from your skin. “That's why.”

Hicks inhales deeply, “why don't we go to the gazebo? Tea is being served there.” He takes their attention away from you.

“We came all this way and you don't even have lunch for us?” Mr. Burnell raises a thick brow, his wife agrees with a nod.

“We did.” Cross finally speaks through gritted teeth. “It got cold.” The couple flares their nostrils in annoyance.

“This place was hard to find.”

“You had us waiting for two hours. Hardly an excuse, Mr. Burnell.” Cross doesn't back down from the older man's stare.

“W-what my associate was trying to say was that— we didn't want to serve you all cold beef! No one likes cold beef, correct?” Hicks tries to save the day, but they don't respond. “There's deviled eggs in the gazebo.” That seemed to work as they followed Hicks towards the blue gazebo behind the house.

Cross yanks you back to his side before you could get far. Your chest tightens, threatening to stop your breathing as he whispers towards one of the estate workers to prepare a batch of deviled eggs immediately. The second they leave, you glare at Cross, refusing to touch him even though his fingers dig into your arm.

“Don’t run, Y/N.” He says for the umpteenth time. You would run, and you had a few times while you're with him. But you were only met with your cheeks burning into the shape of his palm, and his hired guns dragging you back inside the mansion with their lassos tied around your ankles.

“I can't even breathe in this dress, moreso run in it.” You try to take your arm back but he stops you with his nails dragging along your sleeves.

“Be good, be fucking obedient. Don't be impossible like you always were.” His green eyes remind you so much of Hobie that it taints his image in your mind. You refuse to let it fog his image.

“I am not a dog, Cross.” You fight back, why shouldn't you? You have nothing to lose now.

He comes close to your face, jade eyes reflecting the fear in your expression, breath wafting over your face. “Then don't act like one.” His eyes pass over your face, finding fear laced in between the creases of your expression. His tone softens, one that sends shivers down your spine. “Why don't you call me by my real name? Cross is our last name, Y/N. Can you call me—”

“No.” You yank yourself away even if it means that his fingers drag along your arm in a manner that makes your skin run cold.

The next thing you know you're sitting next to Mrs. Burnell, who swallows down deviled eggs like its water. The entire table is set all prettily, blue laces sitting under white porcelain, utensils draped in silver, and chairs soft whilst the gazebo with lilacs growing on the roof acts as your shade. A graveyard full of Cross’ ancestors lies just a few ways away from the gazebo. Withering gravestones left unattended, and overgrown grass drowning each of the carved names. It leaves a heavy presence in the back of your mind.

The fork in your hand shakes, silver shining in the sunlight bearing down behind you just as when a pair of red cardinals fly next to the gazebo. The murmurs of the marsh echoes around the estate, gators trilling a few ways away, birds chirping and cawing right next to croaking bullfrogs. You're surrounded by green with a dash of greed as Hicks continues to suck up to the rich prospective partners.

A hand cups your own, and for a flicker, you thought it was Hobie's calloused hand gently holding onto you until his nails jab into your palm. Cross gives you a hard look, gesturing for you to eat instead of staring blankly at the cakes in front of you. With a mocking smile, you take a glass of cold orange juice on your right, condensation drenching your ungloved hand. You don't break eye contact as you gulp down the entire glass, making the Burnells look at you with pinched brows. For the final touch, you exhale loudly as if you were thirsty beyond belief.

Hicks chuckles nervously, eyes darting from you to the rich couple. Cross is fuming silently, letting your hand go limp on the table. An employee comes to your side, refilling your glass as everyone at the table stays in awkward silence. You can't help but puff out your chest with pride. Hobie would've loved to see that. Their faces would be worth it for the wrath you're about to face.

Mr. Burnell clears his throat, “as I was saying, we can't give twenty thousand for only ten percent shares. It's daylight robbery, Hicks.”

“Oh come on, Quentin, you've known me for a long time!” Hicks plays the ‘old friend’ card, a trick you've seen one too many times. “You know I can be trusted, and that ten percent will go higher once we've had our foothold here in America.”

“I do know you, that's why you can't be trusted. Even her aunt knew better when she gave the company to her.” Burnell pauses, bespectacled eyes staring at you briefly. Your lips curl up into a smirk. You probably don't have to work too hard in sabotaging this one. “Besides, that was back when you were the leading manufacturer in the UK. There was a guarantee, now you're here in a country that is practically shitting bullets by the buckets.” He leans back in his seat, “face it, you old dog, there's no profit here for you.”

“He's right,” His wife enters the conversation, dabbing her mouth daintily with a handkerchief. “Why did you even move here in the first place? I heard the company was doing badly back home but not that bad, right?”

Hicks coughs, drinking from his glass, stalling from answering. Cross has had enough, he leans on the table, elbows right next to his untouched plate, white suit unblemished.

“Because I'm here.” He takes your hand, making a show of it for the Burnells. He's using the ‘I love my wife’ card. Surprisingly, it's only the second time he has used it on the rich and stupid. “And my wife deserves to be with her husband, yes?” The couple looks at each other, then returns their attention to you as you try incredibly hard not to vomit all over the table. “I've…ignored her for far too long while I'm always here tending to my own business.” He clasps the back of your hand with his free hand. “We were deeply saddened by her aunt's passing, but I saw a silver lining. Taking the tragedy and turning it into something better by bringing her and her family business here to my home so we could finally start having our own family here without the dark cloud looming over us.” He was right about one thing, your aunt was a dark cloud looming over everyone. Cross leaned close, pecking your hand chastely. “Right, love?”

You close your eyes to prevent yourself from heaving out what little you've eaten. “Right.” Tone small and disgusted, you have the sudden urge to stab his eyes out with a fork. For a second, your mind gives you that exact image. Seeing his blood spurt out from his sockets and spraying on the deviled eggs.

For some reason, even with the disgusted look on your face, the Burnells' hard exterior softens. The missus clutches the pearls on her chest as if she just heard the most romantic story, and the male Burnell nods along with a fond smile. “You two remind me of my first marriage.” His wife chuckles, you frown, eyebrows knitted together as Cross plays along to his concocted story.

They continue their negotiation with more enthusiasm. Hicks pats Cross gladly on the shoulder, already drafting up a contract on a piece of parchment. Thankfully, Cross has let you go. Free to wipe your hand on your dress. You replay the last minute in your mind, like you're stuck in the moment he touched you with his dry lips upon the same hand you used to cradle Hobie's face with.

The conversation fades into the background, a thought passes you by, one that you're too grief stricken to see until now. Why is Cross even helping Hicks? He has the money to fund whatever the factory needs, he doesn't even need to be in the conversation. He has nothing to gain from this. He already has you, so why does he seem so desperate to get this partnership?

Then it hits you, he's as bankrupt as Hicks. Hicks, who drove the company to the ground with his moronic decisions the second your great aunt was in the ground. And Cross, there was never a day in your short marriage with him that he wasn't out gambling his family fortune away, or going to exotic places you've only read in books. When he doesn't have his hands on you, he's at the nearest pub or the derby races, betting everything in his pockets. You always just thought he had that much money to lose. But you were wrong. And the only reason you're here is because of the money your parents have set aside for you, money that is tied up with the company or what is left of it— the company that you own and have the last say in. Until your name isn't written in that contract that Hicks shoves in your face every morning, they have nothing.

“You have nothing.” You blurt out, you don't regret it immediately.

“Excuse me?” Mr. Burnell says, offended.

“Not you, I know you have money.” You place your elbows on the table, chin propped up on your scarred palm. “I was talking about my dear uncle and beloved husband.” Your words drip with venom and sarcasm.

“What are you saying?” Mrs. Burnell asks, concerned, either for your well being with the two men or for the money she almost lost.

“Shut it, Y/N.” Hicks says through gritted teeth, eyes warning you.

“Don't tell a woman to shut up, Hicks.” Surprisingly, Mr. Burnell defends you. “Speak, girl.” And there goes your respect.

“They don't have anything.” Cross tries to yank your hand back but you quickly tug yourself away. “Hicks is lying, the company is losing money, not gaining it. Production has been down since they moved here, probably because Hicks doesn't know how to run a company.”

You continue your tirade without missing a beat. “He was a manager before marrying my aunt, but he was a shit manager. If not for Peter—” you inhale and clear your mind. “All I'm saying is, he's asking for a scapegoat for the debt collectors, not a business partner.” You flick your eyes mockingly towards the seething Hicks. Meanwhile, Cross sits quietly, you're afraid but you have to continue. “I retract my previous words.” Hicks inhales with relief. “It's not probably, it's definitely.” He stutters, trying to save face but you continue. “He's overworking the workers and because of that there's more mistakes. More mistakes means more bullets that come out a little crooked. That's good, if your targets swerve to the left.”

“She's lying!” Hicks laughs shakily, fists slamming down on the table. “You know how women are? She's hysterical because of her aunt's passing.”

You scoff. “You said it yourself, Mr. Burnell, you don't trust Hicks.” All eyes are on you. Your words fill you with pride, Hobie would be proud. “As for Cross, I wouldn't even trust him with my coin pouch.”

The Burnells seemingly believe you, heads turned slowly towards Cross and Hicks, eyes boring holes in their foreheads. “Looks like we wasted our time. You're right, honey, we should've gone for the Winchester instead of this clown show.”

“You believe me?” You ask, bewildered. “That quick?”

“We passed by the factory on our way here, that's why we were late.” Burnell answers back. Already taking his belongings to leave. “We saw the horrid conditions. We were naive to believe that it was like that because you're still getting used to the transition.” He helps his wife up as Hicks follows behind the couple. Cross stays behind silently while you stay with the Burnells in hopes that they'd take you with them. “Thank you, girl.”

“You're welcome, c-can I—” The couple gets in their carriage, eyes blinking at you. “Can I come with you?” You sound like a child, voice trembling in hope that they'll say yes. “Please.”

Hicks chuckles incredulously right next to them, but his eyes grow dark at your request, a warning. Cross appears behind you, green eyes hidden by the shadow of his hat, lips clamped into a fine line.

“What for, girl?” Mr. Burnell asks, “We don't need any more bootlicking. We're not giving you the money for the factory.”

You flex your fists on your sides, eyes darting in between Hicks and Cross. Heart thumping, you have to try. “I don't— it's not that. I don't need the money. I—”

“So you do have the money for the company then? Why bother asking us?” The older man cuts you off, scoffing while his wife rolls her eyes. “Kids these days, so greedy.” He gets in the carriage, following his wife.

“Wait! Please!” It's too late as they run off in the distance. In your desperation, you start to run after them. But before you could go far, Cross stops you with his arms embracing you from behind. “No! Please come back! They're hurting me here—!” Your flailing stops when Hicks steps in front of you with his gun raised.

“Do you have any idea what you've done?” He clicks the hammer down, finger right on the trigger. “You've doomed us.”

With tears in your eyes, Cross holds you against him tighter. Chest aching, breath stolen from you. “No, just you!” Yet, you continue to fight. You might've lost hope a long time ago if not for Hobie. Hope that you'll get out like last time, hope that Hobie will be there waiting for you. But there's a part of you that just wants to let go. Looking over your shoulder, you're met with familiar green eyes that used to fill you with calm. “And you.”

“I should shoot you right here.”

“Do it then. But you can't because without my signature you're fucking broke!” With a cackle, Hicks yanks the back of your head, taking you from Cross' arms, dragging you towards the well. Body scraping against soil, you try to scratch at his hands but it doesn't deter him as his anger fuels him.

“Fucking bitch, you keep ruining shit!” He yanks you to your feet, and then pressing your front to the mouth of the well while pushing you down harshly, making you look down at the depths.

You yelp, sharp rocks digging into your stomach, eyes forced to look down at the deep dark well. It's cold down there, you wonder if this is what it felt like for Hobie back at the farm. Staying quiet, your hands grip the sides to keep your balance, a bead of sweat falling down and leaving ripples as it hits the stagnant water.

“What, no begging or screaming and crying this time?” Hicks latches on your hair tightly, scalp burning from his hold.

“I've gotten used to the dark. You won't hear me begging ever again.” Your voice echoes down to the bottom. “You can't hurt me anymore, not in the way that matters.” Releasing your hold on the sides, you lean closer to the edge. Expecting the cold embrace and the familiar weightlessness, it doesn't come.

There's a scoff above before you're let go. “I have to correct your fuck up.” He seethes, giving your leg a swift kick as you lay your head on the stone. “Deal with her.”

“I'm not one of your employees, Hicks.” Cross challenges him.

“She's your fucking wife. You discipline her while I go to the factory. As for you,” he flicks the shell of your ear. “Your name better be on that contract when I get back.” You hear their continued bickering whilst you even out your breathing. Just like what Hobie would tell you.

After a rustle of clothing and dress shoes thumping on the ground, you fall on your knees, still clutching the well. Face hidden from Cross, he sighs, hand reaching towards you. Feeling the sickening familiarity of his hand wrapped around your arm, you instinctively flinch away.

“Why couldn't you just obey, just this once?”

You heave, furrows knitted in anger. Looking over your arm, your glare sends goosebumps up his arms. “I'm not one of your hounds.”

“Then why do you kneel like one?” The sun behind him engulfs his entire form, turning him into a breathing shadow.

“Go fuck yourself, Cross.” You shakily stand up while avoiding his gaze. Walking towards the house, you clench your fists until you feel your blunt nails leave pin pricks of crimson

“I'm trying here, Y/N. You're making it impossible.” He yanks you back, neck craned to the side to look at you. “I'm holding back but you're not making this easy.”

“You sound like this is all my fault.” You still avoid his eyes, forgoing to look at the tree behind him. “I'm not the one who gambled all your money away. And I didn't force you to marry me.” His fingers pull you closer.

“Look at me.”

“Fuck you—” you try to escape but he's stronger.

“Look at me just like how you look at him.” He forcefully turns your head with his hand burrowing into your chin.

With apprehension, you chuckle, a cracked dry laughter. Your eyes slowly move to the green eyes in front of you. “I'll never look at you like that. Nothing you do will make me look at you with the same love I give to him.”

Cross swallows thickly, jaw tightening. “Why him?”

“It felt right. We share the same heart.” It's the first truth you've said in a month, and for once you smile genuinely. “I'll always love him, remember that.”

He inhales, and you wait for the impact.

“Sir?” The housekeeper asks from the side, hands wringing in front of her. “Is everything alright?” Her brown hair shimmers in the sun like copper, lips turned into a fine line.

She reminds you of the former housekeeper that tried to help you by taking your letter addressed to Hobie. Cross found out about it, you haven't seen her since then.

“We're alright, Belinda.” Cross lets you go, leaving a mark on your arm. “Fetch me my hunting rifle.”

You leave with haste, hands shaking as you hitch your skirt up. You can feel his sickly green eyes on you, like a shadow that envelops you whole.

You've crossed the line, and you fear that this is the end for you.

—

Pacing around your room, you walk around and hold your breath. It's like waiting for the gallows, waiting for the bullet to hit you. Hobie's ring is back on your finger instead of what Cross gave you on your wedding day, which is the exact same one you left on the bedside table when you escaped. You twist it around your finger as the room shifts and twirls in your vision.

The room is finely decorated with daffodils painted on the walls, gold fixtures on the ceiling with painted deers trotting overhead on fields of green on the ceiling. The room looks like it used to be a child's room. A pale blue bed sits in the middle of the room, draped in a satin canopy. It's a stark contrast to the room back at the farm, all wood and none of the gilded walls. But you'd choose that a hundred times over if given the chance. Especially if Hobie's there waiting for you.

You feel like you're slowly disappearing into the walls.

Your eyes have been glued to the door as you chew your nails. You'd lock the doors from the inside if the locks weren't instead bolted from the outside. Tears brim at your eyes, but you refuse to let it go as you sniff. You miss your home, you miss the smell of dew in the morning. You miss Clover and how she cuddles on your side. You miss Cherry and Bucky and your afternoon rides with them. You miss him, you miss Hobie and how he holds you gently, how he talks to you about things. It's him talking so you'd listen and speak with him until the sun decides to sleep. You miss his voice telling you that everything will be alright.

You wonder if everything will still be alright when you hear heavy footsteps outside your door.

Cross doesn't knock, and you wait at the foot of your bed, standing straight, eyes forward and daunting despite your fear. If he shoots you through the door now, would Hobie be there to greet you on the other side as darkness engulfs you one last time?

This house will be a tomb. Your tomb.

The door doesn't creek as Cross opens it. “Hunt with me, just like old times.” He has a rifle strapped to his back, suit traded in for his haunting gear, still clad in white leather. Your eyes flick over to the two guns on his belt. If only you could take it from him. Or at least one.

“Giving me a gun? Do you think that's wise?” You cross your arms over your chest, clearing your throat so he doesn't notice the shaking of your voice.

“Why? You'd shoot me in the back?” He asks chidingly.

“In a heartbeat.” You say without even a hint of a joke. “What's even out there, Cross? What are we hunting down?”

“A deer.”

“I don't think there are any deer out here.” A dangerous silence hangs in the air, choking you as he stares deeply at you. You inhale, swallowing down your fear as best as you can. “If you give me a knife instead, I will stab your eye out. Killing other things won't keep us from killing each other.”

He clicks his tongue, hand on the gun like he's mocking you. “Take the dog instead.” Taking the leash off his belt he holds it out for you. “A dog for a hound. At least this one is loyal.”

“Which end of the leash is the hound?”

“What do you want, Y/N, hm?” Tossing the leash harshly, he stalks closer, and you flinch back. A doe caught in the coyote's eye. “I broke your heart, I get it. Do you want me to apologize to you?”

“My heart? That's the only thing you haven't broken yet.” He stops a few feet away from you, yet still too close to you. “You broke my body until I could barely recognize myself anymore. My arms bear the shape of your nails, my scalp remembers the sharp tugs of your hands.” You exhale as a tear falls down your cheek. “Hobie broke my heart, but he pieced it together, piece by tiny piece.” You point at him repeatedly. “You, you broke everything else.”

“If this is about your aunt—”

“Fuck you! This isn't about her.” If this is really your end, you don't want to leave without saying the words you've been meaning to say out loud. You tremble for a second before grinning with tears in your eyes. "I'm glad she's gone. Her hold on me is gone.” You chuckle breathlessly, sighing loudly. “There I said it. It's like a boulder has been lifted off my shoulders.”

“Y/N,” there it is, the patronizing tone he uses on you. He's about to guilt you into something you haven't had a hand in, or chastise you like a child.

“Stop being so fucking delusional, take the blinders off for one fucking minute.” The fire in you latches on you. “This is about you and how you hurt me the second you brought me home after the wedding. You knew that I never wanted to marry anyone else, and that my aunt and Hicks hurt me back home. And instead of helping me, taking me away from them, you joined them.”

“I got you out of there. I married you.”

You laugh without an ounce of humour, clapping wildly. “Well thank you very much, Cross!”

“I tried for a little while, Y/N. But I'm your husband, and you continued to disobey so I had to go to them, ask them for advice.” He walks closer, you stop him with a hand in front of you, as if it will shield you from him. You've tried that once, it didn't work.

“Nothing you do will make me forgive you. I hope you drown in your guilt if you even have an ounce of it. I hope you lay awake at night thinking of how much you hurt me. I'd rather die than forgive you.” Cross steps forward with an unreadable expression, and the back of your knees hits the bed as you try to get away. You eye the gun, you fear that you won't keep your promise to Hobie.

The world already ended for you when Hicks killed him.

Cross tries again. You think it'll be the last time he will the second he walks closer to you, so close that you can see yourself in his eyes. “Sign the papers, Y/N, and everything will be over.”

“You know the second I sign it, Hicks will kill me.” Your eyes wander towards his unlatched gun.

“I won't let that happen.”

You laugh in his face, “Sure, but you'll let him hurt me. Might as well sign my death warrant instead.” Standing back up, you inch towards him bravely despite your instincts telling you to shield yourself. You have to get that gun. “I–I tried to love you at first, and remained optimistic in this marriage.” His eyes are on your face, irises darting over your lips while you sneak your hand towards his gun belt slowly. “Even indulging my idiotic childish whims of what a marriage could be like. But I couldn't, not when you hurt me just like they did. Only because I didn't love you like how you thought I would.” Your hand finds the cold metal, fingers wrapping around the handle. “For a second there I thought you'd be my saviour, when in fact it was the opposite. You joined them instead. You were just as bad as them.”

You stand toe to toe with him. You hear a glass breaking downstairs, and then the smell of something familiar. Snatching the gun quickly, you aim it at his stomach, steel meeting flesh. You feel the same sensation against your chest.

“I love you.” Cross utters, finger right on the trigger.

“I've seen love, this isn't it.” With your cold words, you shoot.

Both guns go off.

Both hitting their targets.

—

The sun is just beginning to set, orange peeking from the horizon, hues of pink and orange blanketing the three men. Each inhale from the cigarette perched in each of their lips has grey smoke filtering through their lungs. They should be guarding the front door like they were hired to do, instead they chainsmoke their way out into an early grave while hiding behind the estate, facing the vast green marsh that hides their debauchery from the rest of the world.

“You hear any cryin’ last night?” The one with an auburn beard asks, his rifle leaning against the wall right next to him instead of in his hand like it was supposed to be in.

A dark haired man answers, belching out smoke while crouched on the ground, eyes narrowed at the whispering willows. “Yeah, i think the stable boy wasn't lying, there's a fuckin' ghost here.”

“You two think it's a fucking ghoul or some shit?” The third one replies with a scoff, blonde hair peeking out from his hat as he takes a swig of moonshine.

“Yeah,” The first two responds, spine tingling when a cold breeze passes through them.

“It's the boss’ wife, not a ghost, you morons.” As the yellowed haired man responds, a bright flicker of light appears in between the willow trees. “What the fuck?” The two men next to him follows his terrified gaze, cigarettes falling off their lips.

The light moves, as if it dances in the wind. It flickers, brightening up into an orange glow before turning yellow once again. The three outlaws move from the wall, eyes glued on the mesmerizing ball of light.

“Fuck, it's a swamp ghost—” the one with the red beard gasps, choking on his own blood, frantically trying to stop his neck from gushing out ichor with a knife stuck to his throat.

The other two only had a split second to react before a sharp knife slashes at their exposed necks. They mirror each other, shirts stained with red, palms coated in warmth and crimson while they frantically try to stop the bleeding. They croak and creak out, eyes managing to fall upon hazel eyes, and one with his face covered in soot. They both hold a glinting knife, blood still trickling down from the steel.

Miguel leaves from his hiding place in the thicket, eyes flicking briefly towards their twitching forms before returning his gaze at the ball of light. He nods to Riri and Karl, who stand above the corpses. And then he gestures with his gloved hand, giving the warm light a small nod.

The light comes closer, footsteps echoing as boots sink in moist soil— appearing behind the darkness of the trees and into the fading light of the sun. Hobie's face is revealed behind the light with a lit cigarette in between his lips, shadows dancing around the fury behind his green eyes hidden by the brim of his hat. He inhales before flicking the cigarette away, falling into a puddle. More appear behind him, trees and bushes parting before the dozen men and women following in his steps.

“Karl, light the oleander for me will you?” Hobie tosses the bag of pink flowers in Karl's waiting hands. And then he takes his knife back from the auburn haired corpse, wiping it on the grass before sheathing it back on his belt.

“D’you think that'll work? What if she gets caught in it?” Riri whispers, gesturing for the gang to crouch down and hide beside the wall where the trio were last seen smoking.

Hobie drags one of the bodies, hiding it behind the bushes while the rest of the gang help with the other two. He follows Riri, blood rushing in his ears, adrenaline pumping through his veins at how close you are from him. It's only a matter of time before you're back safe and sound.

“She knows the smell, she'll cover her nose.” His voice doesn't waver, but his insides are turning and twisting inside him. He can't fail. “As for everyone, cover your damn noses, and protect your eyes as much as you can.”

“This won't kill us right?” Karl weighs the bag in his hands.

Miguel checks his bullets beside him, giving Hobie and Riri a once over if their weapons are lacking. “At most it'll make us sick and itch. Right, Hobie?”

“Just don't inhale it directly.” Hobie yanks his bandana up to his nose, fitting it snugly. He notices his hands shaking, closing his fists tightly, he cannot fail. A month of tracking you down can't end with him failing to save you, he can't lose you. “You know what to do, Karl. Ri go with him.”

“Hobie,” she clasps the back of his fist. “Be careful, alright? If you get hurt, call Roberto, he'll treat you.” Inhaling sharply, she pats his cheek. “Get her back but don't die on us, alright?”

Hobie couldn't look directly at Riri, “She goes first, Ri.”

“I know, that's why we brought Roberto with us, remember? He's the doctor, he knows what to do and…what to expect, if need be.”

Hobie nods, staring at his family. “Thank you for backing me up, I owe you. All of you.”

“Don't die and we're even, Hobie.” Miguel pats Hobie's bicep before heading to his designated position.

“What he said,” Karl smiles brightly, fist connecting to Hobie's clenched one gently. “Also if I don't return from this, Robbie's gonna fucking kill you, man.”

Hobie cracks a smile. “Yeah, I know. Try to stay alive for the both of us then.” Karl makes his way towards the front while Riri staggers behind, still holding onto Hobie's hand. “Just like Valentine, right?” Riri smiles, hiding her trepidation behind her bandana. He fixes the cloth over her face carefully, tugging it over her nose and ears. “Keep that snug.” She could only nod, eyes brimming with tears. “Don't die on us too, Ri.” With a quick embrace, she leaves, following behind Karl who was waiting for her.

Hobie takes a second to breathe. He has done things like this a hundred times before, but never with you on the line. He can't leave without you like last time. He won't cower behind wooden walls like last time, he's not gonna stand here and tremble and rot and bleed. He's going to get you back. He knows he will.

There's a gunshot echoing inside the estate just as when a glass window breaks, signaling the beginning of the end.

—

The house falls and chaos reigns. They tried to stick to their plan of using stealth, but of course someone saw them and alerted everyone in their presence. Karl got the oleander thrown inside the halls, puffs of pinkish fumes swell out from the bag. Hobie sees the result of it as black smoke turns the estate into the pits of hell. Hobie's eyes waters but he continues to strike anyone who wasn't on his side. He throws his spiked whip towards someone who tried to shoot at Karl, the barbed whip rakes and breaks skin as he tugs and pulls until the man falls down next to his shredded flesh.

Screams echo around the estate, his posse lets go of the innocent unarmed employees while the others aren't so lucky the second they aim back.

They try to fight their way inside, finally thinning the outlaws outside as flames trickle from the burning bag towards the velvet curtains. Embers climb up until they hit the ceiling, fire licking at the once white walls, leaving burn marks in its wake.

A few of the hired guns surrender after recognising Miguel's gang, some were fools who tried to shoot them down but his allies were in greater numbers. More experienced, more bloodthirsty than the hired guns.

All the winning cards are in his hand, all he needs to do is play them right.

“Miguel!” Hobie yells while he and three others try to push through the main doors that refuse to budge open.

Miguel, who was currently brawling with a man taller than him, grunts when a fists harshly connects at his jaw. Hobie curses under his breath, without wasting a second, he aims and shoots. Gunpowder fills his lungs once more as the burly man falls on top of Miguel in a thud.

Hobie stalks towards Miguel, he shoots someone who was aiming at him on his left, his bullet doesn't miss even without him looking at the target. He grabs the body by its vest, yanking it off Miguel.

“Get up,” he reaches for the breathless gang leader, hazel eyes smiling at his old friend.

“I had that, Hobie!” Despite his broken nose, Miguel is back on his feet the moment he takes Hobie's helping hand. “Retirement, huh?”

Hobie shakes his head with a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Fuckin' retirement.” Reloading his gun, he goes back to the locked doors with Miguel now in tow. “On three!” His shoulders meet with the oak, “one!” Miguel nods next to him, bracing himself on the door. “Two!” A few more join in, ready to push the moment he says, “three!”

The doors burst open, splintering wood scattering, smoke coming out into the fray. Hobie meets with Sheriff Lee's eyes before a bullet hits him directly on his shoulder.

“Fuck!” He falls on his knees, clutching his wound as blood seeps through his fingers.

“Should've left when you had the chance, Mr. Brown!” Lee taunts, reloading his hunting rifle, giving Miguel enough time to drag Hobie back outside and placed behind the wall. “Come back here, murderer!”

A few shots ring out, both parties exchanging bullets. Your face appears in front of him before it’s replaced by the doctor's face. He needs to get you out quickly before the oleander takes hold. Hands tie a bandana around his wound, Hobie stands up the second that the cloth is tightened.

“Keep that on!” Roberto yells above the booming gunfire. “I’ll fix you properly right after this!”

Hobie nods, blinking the haze away. Miguel shakes him awake while avoiding his injury. “Lee's down! We'll handle the rest down here, we heard that she's upstairs.”

“Okay,” Hobie inhales and exhales, I'm almost there, love.

When the bullets stop flying inside the now bullet ridden manor, he steps foot inside. Glass crunches at his feet, eyes darting and alert from any surprises. He sees bodies littered on the marble floors, both from his side and Lee's. The sheriff lays under a pile of broken vase, eyes wide open, fingers still enclosed around his gun. The smoke thickens, and he hears blasts reverberating around the house.

Miguel's posse storms the place, pocketing whatever shines inside the house. A few more bullets are shot from deep inside the walls, but it's clear who's the winner. Hobie just wants you back.

Just as when he's about to climb the winding stairs with his throbbing shoulder, he sees a man stagger out from a room. “Is that—?” The bloodied man in the hunting gear trips and falls off the railing, plunging down right next to where Hobie's standing.

Cross lays on his own puddle of rubies, a gaping hole in his stomach instead of his insides. “H-help me,” Begging, he looks at Hobie with his bloodshot eyes, reaching towards Hobie's leg with his broken hand. “She's upstairs. Y-you can have her.”

“Is that him?” Miguel asks, and Riri appears from the side. Eyes watching the wounded man. Hobie nods, eyes never leaving Cross.

Hobie aims at Cross' head, seething. “She is not a thing to be had.” His aim stays true, but he shakes his head, lowering his gun down. “Nah, I'll let her bullet kill you.”

Miguel smirks, while Riri and him have a silent communication. “Don't worry, Hobie, we got rich boy.” He takes out his lasso from his waist, crossing the distance towards the dying Cross.

Riri gestures for Hobie to continue up the stairs. “Go! We'll be waiting.”

With a grateful nod, Hobie runs up the stairs towards his fire and his light. His heavy footsteps echo, breathing staggered as he thinks of you. What if he finds you in the same condition as Cross? What would he do if he sees you bleeding out? So he runs despite his own injuries, to see you again, to hold you again.

He follows the blood trail once he gets close enough, instead of your smiling face greeting him back, he stares at your body covered in crimson. Soft blue bed sheets stained with dark rubies. Arms spread on the bed as you lay on the soft mattress with your eyes unblinking towards the ceiling.

Hobie calls for you, air sucked from his lungs with every step he takes. He reaches for you, tears turning you into a watercolor painting in his vision. Red and blues blending into a watery picture.

You feel like you're in the bottom of a well, staring up at your aunt's sneering face. Your breathing is labored while the bullet is stuck in your chest, right below your ribcage. There's no pain, no feeling in your fingers as you see Hobie's face appear from above. Head perfectly lined up with the deer antlers painted on the ceiling.

“Found the deer, Cross.” You murmur, eyes hazy, lips barely opening.

“Stay awake, love.” Hobie's hand trembles as he rips his bandana off to stave off the bleeding by plugging the wound. You cry from the sudden pain, hands flying towards his wrists. “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” His tears flow down your cheek. “This'll be over, I need to carry you.”

“Hobie?” Your eyes focus on his face, meeting with his viridescent eyes. “Are you real?” Nails dig into his flesh, you sob, fingers shaking whilst you reach for his face. The pads of your fingers brush along his jaw, stubble returning you back to reality. “I'm so s-sorry, I should've told you.”

“None of that.” He holds onto the back of your hand, letting your palm rest on his cheek, lips brushing along your wrist. The matching rings reflect the growing fire ebbing towards the room.

“It h-hurts, Hobie.”

Sniffing, burning wood enters his lungs, sobs threatening to pull him down to you. “I know, I know.” He wipes the tears and the sweat off your forehead. “But we need to move, love, there's a fire and I need to carry you down.”

You gaze at his green eyes, sorrow and grief twisting and turning behind them. They remind you of home, of Clover, of Cherry and Bucky. And you remember your promise to him, an impossible promise that you will try to keep. But if it means that it's his end too, you have to break it. For his sake.

You grip his shoulders, Hobie notices how weak your hold on him is. “Okay, okay, carry m-me down.” There's a taste of copper in your mouth, lips coated in the bitter taste.

He nods, wiping his tears with his sleeves before sliding his hand behind your back, finding your warm blood sticking to the bedsheets. “I got you.” Whispering against your crown, he lifts you up mere inches away from the bed before you scream in agony. “‘m sorry!” He cries into your hair, your grip weakening even more.

“W-we can try again.” You slide your palm to his nape, “try again, Hobie.”

Hobie flicks his eyes towards you, the light behind your eyes is starting to dim. “Help!” He yells in desperation at the door, in hopes that someone comes bounding up the stairs. “Riri! Miguel! Anyone!”

Your heart breaks, “Hobie, Hobs.” Patting his chest, it's getting harder to breathe. “L-leave. Leave me here.” Hobie's already shaking his head. You smile softly at him, the best you could do despite your body dying. “You have to, you can't die here.”

“And you do?” He cups your face, “we still have forever to go, remember?”

He doesn't want you to come back as a dream anymore, or a shadow embracing him from behind; or a pain in his chest when he hears your name in his mind. He doesn't want your ghostly kiss to taste like ashes on his lips.

He doesn't want you to go.

“I'm sorry, I can't keep my promise. B-but you still can.” You weakly push down at his nape to feel his forehead against yours one last time. Your eyes are starting to close. “Live for me, would you?”

“No, please.” His palm slides right above your heart, feeling your heartbeat slow down. One last time, he yells for help. His throat burns as the ceiling above is engulfed in flames. No one comes to help. “I have to break my promise too, love.”

“Don't, please.”

“A life lived without you isn't a life well lived, remember?”

You accept death in his warm embrace. “I'll see you in a bit then.”

Flames engulf the room in its fiery destruction. Paint melting off the walls, wood and glass cracking under the pressure. And yet, he still holds on to you, lips pressed on your cold lips in a fleeting goodbye.

“Hobie!”

—

In the middle of nowhere sits the remnants of a farm with clovers growing all around it. Vines snaking along what remains of the farm house, and in those vines, pink hydrangeas grow and thrive amidst the cinders. And behind those darkened wood sits two graves with clovers growing on top of the soil. Two names are etched on simple limestone graves, they bear the same last name and same date of death.

Many travelers pass through the place without ever knowing the story behind the two graves. Seasons come and go, flowers bloom and wither. But only a few ever knew what used to stand on the emerald farm. What used to grow, what colour the house was, and who used to live in it. Stories were whispered and told but only a few truly knew the story behind it, few who came and visited and placed flowers on each of the graves.

And in those few, only three of them know that the once abundant farm where two graves were dug right under an oak tree, are empty.

The stories and the graves were enough to fool anyone left that wants to hurt either one of you to turn back and lament.

The true story lies behind the northern border, where pine trees grow up to the skies. Where snow and ice envelops the whole place. Where the two names etched on the gravestones in the empty farm now live.

“Stop bullyin’ your brother.” The dappled foal yelps, trotting away from his much bigger older brother. The dark horse with white splotches turns his bright blue eyes towards Hobie, huffing and puffing like an annoyed teenager. “Don't huff at me,” great, now he's the one talking to horses. “Go tell your dad not to have any more kids. Not my problem, junior.” The young horse rears, running towards the barn where Buckeye and Cherry sleeps.

Hobie leans on the fence, watching the sunrise on his expansive land. Horses and foals run around freely, feeling the cold gust of wind in their manes. A few sheep roam the grounds, while a pair of cows chew their way towards the fences. Snow-capped mountains rise up high in the background, white snow dusted along the rocks like sugar. While the trees dotted along the mountainside makes for the perfect scenic view. He pulls at his jacket closer to himself, fur tickling his nose as he breathes out puffs of smoke from the cold temperature. Winter’s coming, he can feel it in his joints as another breeze rolls in. He smiles in contentment when the air carries the sound of ducks quacking from their coop, and the smell of morning dew passing by. No more does the smell of fiery gunpowder graze his senses, and no sounds of bullets firing ringing in his ears.

He keeps his hat snug on his head, Clover runs by with her litter of puppies tugging along. And he feels you before you arrive by his side. A smile tugs on his lips, hand already reaching for your waist.

“What are you thinking about, cowboy?” You flutter your eyelashes, chin placed in his shoulder.

“That I have it good, too good.”

You give him a tender smile, leaning to kiss his jaw. “None of that. This isn't too good for you, you deserve all of this.”

“Too early to wallow, huh?” Hobie wraps his arm around your waist to pull you closer, and then he twists around to face you fully, back leaning on the fence, admiring you in the bitter blue of dawn.

You find penchants on his sternum, nose nuzzling his scar. “So fucking early.” He laughs, music to your ears.

“Hard to get used to, huh?”

“Kind of, it's a good feeling though, waking up.”

“You feel okay, right?” His palm pats your chest gently where a scar lies. “No breathlessness? Nothin'?”

You sniff at the cool wind, “nothing, I'm fine, Hobie.” You cup his cheek, jaw rounded at the edges, scruff tickling you, he looks as if time hasn't passed. “Nothing to worry about.” He leans towards your touch, fingers bracelet around your wrist gently, lips meeting your skin. “You okay?”

“Never better, love.” His green eyes twinkle, free arm pulling you impossibly closer. “Especially today.”

You tilt your head playfully. “What's today exactly?”

“Cheeky,” he pokes your side. “You know what day it is.”

You feign realization. “Ah! I remember now, Riri and the gang are coming over.”

“Yes, and?” He grins, biting his lower lip, jade eyes crinkling at the corners. Seeing the matching rings on your finger and his own makes him smile wider.

You suck in your teeth, acting like you're thinking. “It's Bucky's birthday?” Hobie rolls his eyes with a chuckle, and you finally relent. “I know what day it is.” You lean away, taking out a letter addressed to Hobie from your pocket. It's filled with affectionate words, loving thoughts and everything in between. It's a love letter just for him. “Happy anniversary, Hobs.”

Hobie's chest fills with a sense of belonging, heart full with his love for you. He keeps the letter in his coat pocket, right above his heart. “Happy anniversary, lovie.” He pulls you back, you giggle as your palm hits his chest, fingers snaking up to his nape to guide him towards your waiting lips.

“Forgot something, cowboy?” You say against his lips, and he nudges your nose with his own.

You feel something grazing against your chin, and when you flick your eyes down, you see a letter written in his hand, addressed to you. You tamp down your excitement, snatching the envelope, giving it a peck and tucking it inside your jean pocket.

“Never, read it together like always?” He pecks your warm lips once, then twice before indulging himself in your warmth.

“Yes,” you utter, breathlessly. “But inside, your tea, and the girls are waiting.”

Hobie chortles, kissing you again before reluctantly pulling away. “They're awake?”

“They smelt breakfast.” You inhale, letting his sandalwood and mint scent waft over you with ease. “If you hurry, there might still be some left for you.” You begin to walk away, hand grasping his palm.

“Alright, just one more then we'll go.” He pulls you back to his chest gently as you giggle atop his lips. He kisses you like he did all those years ago.

In the middle of nowhere, his story begins. And in the middle of nowhere, his story ends with you.

A/N: Thank you so much for sticking around this long! Our beloved cowboy is finally happy and at peace 🥺 If you loved reading OPIN please consider reblogging ❤️

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estcsy · 3 years ago

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what camilo is like + my relationship with him ! ❤︎

(in my dr)

Personality wise, he’s perfect.

At least in my eyes.

He’s just a person you can be around and feel comforted and happy around. there has not been a single time when I’ve been with him and the moment has been dull. that’s just not a thing with Camilo Madrigal.

he’s like a ray of sunshine, his energetic aura is enough to make people smile. and as we know that’s always his goal.

He is very well mannered and gentle. When we take care of kids together and they do something a little mean he pulls them aside and bends down to their level and tell them what they did was wrong and how. When it comes to kids he as a lot more patients then I do, so he understands if I need to take a break of a little. (that doesn’t happen very often tho)

He goes to sleep at 8:00pm since his body needs as much energy as it can have, poor boy comes home so tired because after a long day of using his gift he’s drained :( I always remind him that he needs to put himself first when he’s body is hurting.

He actually doesn’t shape shift when he’s sleeping because his body is at peace.

Sometimes his head hurts from shape shifting so and whenever it does I force him to lay on my lap and I play with his hair and that always helps him feel better, if it doesn’t work fully I’ll get some food from julieta to make it go away because my guy doesn’t deserve any kind of pain. :(

^^ There has been times were he falls asleep on my lap so I very slowly remove his head from my lap and then go get food from julieta but most of them time when I come back he’s awake but I just give him the food and tell him to go back to sleep and that I’ll finish whatever he hasn’t done yet.

He does so much for the people around him it’s the least I can do to repay him.

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The family normally says things about me and him along the lines of “do not leave them alone” because me and him just make chaos happen, it’s not even on purpose I promise it’s just the sagittarius + cancer relationship istg

Me and him have the kind of friendship were we can look at each other and burst out laughing.

I think both of us really enjoy the support and safety the other provides for this friendship, in my dr I’ve known him since I was 5 months. I’ve been with him since I said my first word *cries*

Yes me and him take care of kids together but when it comes to how much time a week I would say like 2 or 3 days a week that happens, so when we are not together babysitting we don’t see one another that often. other then see each other around the village and waving, we don’t talk.

But we both dedicate the evening to one another because we both miss our best friend at the end of the day 〳 ‾́ ﹏ ‾́ 〵

the activities we do during this time:

- tease one another because we did r get to do it all day

- play with each other’s hair

- draw (he likes to draw dogs)

- I tell him that he’s really cool because he is

- we literally will just lay in his bed and talk about the most stupid things because we didn’t get to do it though the day

- we play catch with the plushy I made him when I was 10 for his birthday

- I teach him move mexican slang because he gets a KICK out of it

- cuddle (after one of us begs to and if ur wondering I’m always the big spoon 💆🏻‍♀️)

in conclusion, I don’t fully think he’s a loser.

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more in depth about camilo’s personality and our relationship :D I’m gonna do this with the rest of the grandkids so please look forward to it!!

#encanto #encanto x reader #camilo madrigal #camilo x reader #shifting

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louff4tw · 2 years ago

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I really love the batfam but Bruce is far my favourite and it’s so tragic to see everyone hating him the most when others from the batfam have made the same errors too. They give him no mercy because he’s an ‘superhero/vigilante’ (it’s fiction bro, can’t apply real rules), ‘adult’ and therefore he ‘should know better’ rather than just being a person who has problems due severe ptsd and mental illness and even on the spectrum that all prevent him from normal interactions and communication.

Woe is dick with with abandonment issues, woe is Jason with ptsd, woe is Tim with neglect and loneliness and woe is Damian growing up in a harsh environment as if Bruce didn’t experience all that (I love alfred but he was a reserved military man who hardly met the physical and emotional needs of a 8 yr old kid?? And ur surprised he has stunted emotional growth?? Boo!! It’s also a defence mechanism—when nearly eveyone you love has left, what’s the point of attachment and showing you love them when they will leave anyway? Not a good way to think but you can’t help it. Some mentalities r hard to change)

Even for a city that took eveything away from him, he‘s still trying hard to help it— his personal mission isn’t to arrest all bad guys but it’s focused on to help those so the tragedy that happened to him won’t happen to anyone else and help people back on their feet by giving them a second chance. People who haven’t read comics act like he forced his kids to become robin even though they would have technically ended up in even worse positions (perhaps maybe tim but he would still lose his parents and either end up in foster care or with some random family members— he may remain neglected)

Then there areall these people, especially fanon batfam fans who continue to clown him. Even in light hearted fic their is so much disrespect, like how people treat their parents in tv shows (ex Ginny and Georgia). Idk if ur gonna tag something ‘Bruce Wayne is a dad’ or ‘bat dad’ then at least give him those qualities because istg half the batfam fics he’s tagged with those, he more of a ‘friend’ or ‘sponser’ than a parent. Or he’s there for decoration.

I avoid nearly all romance fics with batfam because half the time it’s the family arguing that ‘x is too good for bruce’??? And I’m like what ?? Time to drop the fic when I see this. I despise batcat with a passion (Batman 2022 has great chemistry so thats lowkey an exception) but in general it’s a nah for me. People act like giving Bruce happiness is a huge merciful act upon him and otherwise he doesn’t deserve it. He’s treated ok at best and demonic and irredeemable at worst.

I’m not shaming anyone ofc, because I believe that people can write whatever they want with whatever troupe/pairing and characterization because I ain’t the fiction police and they’re not real but I would always filter those fics and tags out. Out of sight, out of mind. I guess it’s a personal thing— especially since fiction is used to escape from reality for some people ya know?And for some it’s an outlet—maybe a coping mechanism so writing about bad parents helps them in a way. That’s the beauty of fanfiction and media. Usually I’m down to read anything and eveything but the only tag I ever regularly filter out ‘Bruce Wayne is a bad parent’ or ‘Bruce Wayne C+ parenting.’

Also I was wondering if you could recommend some Bruce/Batman centric blogs?

All of this!!!!!! Literally nothing to add as you said it all!!!! So dang true!

There are to many fics, I usually filter on AO3 with the tag “Bruce is a good dad” cause otherwise it’s all hate!

And I don’t follow many of the blogs even tho I should I go into the “batfam” tag from the search

Good luck!! If you find a fic and wanna know my thoughts on it send me the link and I’ll give it a read

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leviskitten · 4 years ago

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hello, could you make a jotaro alphabet nsfw hc, please?

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 ♡

Jotaro Kujo x reader(gn!)

Warnings: general NSFW themes,

A/n: hiya! Of course I can, hope you enjoy!

♡彡 A = Aftercare : What are they like after sex?

• Naturally, he’s gonna soften down after y’all finish. He’s aware of his size *ahem* and that he can be a little too harsh sometimes without realizing, so he’s gonna be making sure you’re alright and stuff, running you a warm bath and making you drink water cuz yknow, you gotta stay hydrated. (He might even carry you bridal style to the bathtub and wash your hair, but you didn’t hear that from me oop)

♡彡 B = Body : What’s their favorite body part of theirs? And yours?

• He probably doesn’t even have a favorite body part of neither his or your body, because he really couldn’t care less about that (he’s def a personality>looks kinda guy and you cannot tell me otherwise). However he secretly enjoys when you hold onto his arm, whether it is when you’re outside walking or when you need the ~support~ because he’s just pounding into you that hard. So I guess we’re gonna go with his arms for this one.

♡彡 C = Cum : Anything to do with cum basically.

• Homeboy has some thick white cum, I just know it. Another massive load fella, however he can (or prefers rather) only cum once.

Don’t get me wrong, he will make you cum multiple times if you want, but he’s fine with one thanks. Also, he probably isn’t that much into messy sloppy sex, so he cums either inside you or in your mouth, nowhere else (there are some exceptions to this but they’re oddly specific and rare so).

♡彡 D = Dirty Secret : Share a dirty secret of theirs.

• If he knows he’s gonna go on a long trip because of his job, he’s going to ~borrow some of your panties to masturbate with.

He usually borrows two, one that has your scent all over it, and another one to wrap around his cock as he jerks off. Sometimes (if you guys happen to be on a call), he might forget to pull it away before he cums, which ends up putting him in a bad mood because now he has to wash it and it won’t smell like you anymore :(

♡彡 E = Experience : How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

• He’s not very experienced to be honest, I feel like he may had had some hookups here and there but they were probably kinda shitty and awkward. So you’re going to have to guide him a little bit the first couple of times, good thing he’s a quick learner lol.

♡彡 F = Favorite Position : Self explanatory

• Boring man probably doesn’t have one istg 🙄🙄

Jk he isn’t boring, but yeah he probably doesn’t have one, as long as he can get a good look of your face while you’re at it it’s fine with him.

♡彡 G = Goofy : How serious are they during the moment? Do they like to joke around?

• He literally looks like this 😐🧍like 98% of the time, do you really think he’s gonna start acting up now?????

If you laugh at something doing the deed with him he’s gonna look at you dead in the eyes until you stop laughing so he can continue, and it’s kinda scary ngl (or even more funny depending on the situation).

♡彡 H = Hair : How well groomed are they? Does the carpet matches the drapes?

• I kinda headcannon that he’s more on the thick hairy side, however he always trims himself down there, he doesn’t like to look unkept in some way (or at least that’s what he thinks idk). And yeah of course it matches, actually I feel like it’ll be curlier than his actual hair (but you’ll probably never get to see that lol).

♡彡 I = Intimacy : How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.

• His love language is acts of service, that’s literally canon. So he probably won’t be too romantic or intimate per se, but he will definitely make sure you’re having the time of you life when you’re with him. He might even care more about getting you off rather than himself.

♡彡 J = Jack off : Masturbation headcannon.

• I feel like he probably didn’t really masturbate that often until you guys got together. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy the sex, he does, a lot. Actually, I feel like his sex drive might have increased after the first couple of rounds of actually enjoyable sex with you. However, he probably has to go on trips a lot because of his job, and that’s where he finds himself missing you in many ways, including in bed.

♡彡 K = Kink : One or more of their kink.

• Surprisingly enough, he isn’t that kinky, but there are a couple of things that he does enjoy, like:

— praise (both ways), scratching and biting (receiving), edging (both ways), and he probably has a mild size and breeding kink. Oh, and he also kinda likes when you suck on his fingers.

♡彡 L = Location : Favorite place to do it.

• The bedroom. Easy, comfortable and private, pretty much perfect in his opinion.

♡彡 M = Motivation : What turns them on/keep them going?

• Your praise, and when he can tell that you’re enjoying yourself.

He has sub tendencies (*ahem* might actually sub if asked nicely) so tell him that he’s doing so well or that he’s making you feel so good and he might cum right there and then.

♡彡 N = No : Something that they wouldn’t do/turn off’s

• Anything public, extreme degradation and extreme impact play or something like that.

I don’t think I really have to go in depth as in to why not, but let’s just say that he’s a reserved guy who’s very aware of his size and strength and how mean he can get if he wants to.

♡彡 O = Oral : Preference on giving/receiving, skill, etc.

• Being completely honest, he might prefer receiving a little more, but he also loves getting you off multiple times only with his mouth so...

He wasn’t very skilled tbh (he was pretty bad actually let’s be real here), but with some practice and your guidance he got pretty damn good ngl. You trained him well >:)

♡彡 P = Pace : Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc

• Fast and rough by nature baby.

However he will slow down if asked, and during the first few times.

♡彡 Q = Quickie : Their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.

• Not the biggest fan really, but still enjoys a casual quick blowjob/handjob every once in a while.

♡彡 R = Risk : Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.

• If you happen to have a kink that he either never heard about before, or didn’t really pay attention to, than he might be more open to experiment it with you and indulge you in it. However if they’re way too extreme he might hesitate and hold back a bit. He enjoys a couple of risks, as long as it’s between his and your boundaries.

♡彡 S = Stamina : How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

• Are you kidding he can almost literally go on forever if you wanted to. He lasts pretty long actually, he has good self control after all ;)

♡彡 T = Toys : Do they own toys? Do they use them? On themselves or his partner?

• Probably wouldn’t really think about buying some unless you bring it up. You guys probably own a couple of basics (bullet vibrators and maybe a dildo), so he can use them on you. Wouldn’t mind if you use them on him when he subs tho.

♡彡 U = Unfair : How much do they like to tease?

• He doesn’t tease often because it’s not really his thing, HOWEVER, when he does tease... let’s just say that you’re in for a ride.

His way of teasing it’s almost torture tbh, and it’s mainly touches, or some warning of what he’ll do to you if you’re the one teasing too much. He mainly does it to stop you from teasing him, but this doesn’t mean that you won’t feel a hand going up your thighs randomly every once in a while.

♡彡 V = Volume : How loud are they? What sounds do they make? Etc.

• He isn’t really that loud, and he doesn’t make much sound sadly. It’s mainly deep grunts and gasps, might moan when he cums after a while.

♡彡 W = Wild card : A random headcannon for the character.

• He only subs when he’s feeling particularly vulnerable, and subconsciously needs for someone to take care of him. Or if he knows that that’s what you like and he wants to make you happy lol.

♡彡 X = X-Ray : Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

• He’s a proud member of the thicc cock gang and you cannot tell me otherwise.

No but fr, he’s t h i c k, barely above average length, but thick. I feel like it might be a little darker than the rest of his skin, and the tip gets pretty red easily. Pretty veiny too, and he’s uncut.

♡彡 Y = Yearning : How high it their sex drive?

• It wasn’t too high before, but it kinda is now. He kinda became addicted to how you feel around him ngl, and also he likes how it helps him relax~

♡彡 Z = Zzz : How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards.

• He gets less tense after it for sure, but he doesn’t really get sleepy. He can do it and than carry on with his day (after making sure you’re alright of course) if needed, or he can also let you cuddle against him and get some rest if he wanted to.

#jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro headcanons #jotaro kujo headcanons #jotaro part 4 #jotaro part 3 #jotaro imagine #jotaro x y/n #part 3 jotaro #part 4 jotaro #part 4 jojo #jojo x reader #jojo hcs #jojo headcanons #jotaro smut #[🎀]— txt.

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kithtaehyung · 2 years ago

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GUESS WHO IS FINALLY GONNA SEND A FULL RESPONSE TO A MIKAYA REVIEWWWW we are definitely putting this under a cut bc i'm just gonna keysmash back and yell a bunch of times lmfao

“If you were there” way to stab me in the heart within the first few sentences 🥲 Another replay 🤔 wait is that a reference to his interlude or is that a literal replay!??? Both?

i told y'all this one was gonna be a ride and a half!! no one believed me when i said it was gonna be A Lot well LOOK WHERE WE ARE NOW??

Namjoon!!!!!! 👀 so he ISNT bro right!??? I KNEW IT OH SHIT WAIT HOSEOK TOO DAMMIT RYEN. Nooooooooooo (pls let this Hoseok still be a thot, I NEED fuckboi Hobi in my life 🥲😂)

LMFAO both joon and hobi out of the bro running right off the bat! but that means rapline + jk = studio guys mwahahah and there is still room for hobi to be a fuckboyyy👀

So the drums were in reference to Kook 👀 Time zones huh 👀 (is my dream for international star rapper Seokjin still alive!???) Ring on his chain 👀…what an oddly specific detail to add Ryenthia 🤔

yes... what an oddly specific detail, indeed....

Ah so yoongi and Jk do have a past of sorts…him calling him kid all the time tho 😬…nice touch 👀😂 I think him finding out about reader x jk is gonna be…even more i n t e r e s t i n g now. (Huh, lots of respect there too…)

ahahaha so yes, we do know they've had some sort of past bc in dalo, yoongi's call to bro in the morning did include them talking about jk and his studio! they were both proud of him :')) and whew... the respect is something you caught onto, huh. mmhmm mmhmm interesting interesting.

Thinking of reader until the end 🥲 ryen why 🥲🥲🥲

yup. yuuuuup.

“Never had a bad fuck in my life” 😂😂☠️ I literally laughed out loud Her!!??? My blood pressure just spiked istg. Oh damn…starstrck!!? Whoever SHE is….he’s down bad 👀

THIS JUNGKOOK ISTG LMFAO. but also, him being confident but then looking all dazed is just.. it does something to me😩

“Is this what having a future is like” RYEN TELL ME WHY I WANT TO SOB RN 😭 (editor’s note: you don’t understand how much this line affected me 🥲 even reading again now I’m 😩) “Yoongi decides he wants more of it. In a lot of other aspects of his life” 😩😩😩😭😭😭 ryen whyyy. I KNOW he’s thinking of reader I just KNOW it 😭

oh my god. it affected me too, babe.. right there with you.. and that's what you think of yoongi's line, huh!! we shall seeeeee.

“Can he go now?” 😂☠️☠️☠️☠️ YOONGI 😂. Yeah yeah, dodge all you want 🙄 we all know the answer. We’ve all read the same story here bro, we KNOW

i love 3tan yoongi so much HAHAHA his character is so fun. and all of us are onto his ass!!

Oh…damn 😳. Ryen it’s gotta be reader….it HAS to be. And this…I expected a past, but LOVE!??? 😳. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. SHIT, shit shit shit shit ryen. Fuck. Ughhhhh all I have is expletives for you. Everything FADES!???? Shdhdkkflg

SCREAMING HIDING BEHIND MY LAPTOP DUCKING

“Heart lifeless next to his shoes” 😩😩😩😩 fuck. Fuck fuck fuck and he has to see reader after this!!?? Maybe it is gonna be reader asking him if he’s okay. Dammit ryen. Ugh this hurt so much more than I thought it was gonna. Like I anticipated he would find out but I guess I didn’t expect JK to be head over heels!!??? Shit. Yoongi is gonna push and push hard. The self sabotaging is coming and I AM NOT READY (I could have literally copied and pasted that entire breakdown yoongi just went through bc all of it is just so‼️‼️‼️)

when y'all were all guessing what the teaser was about, i was looking at all the answers and theories like "hooooo boy, they have no idea what's coming" LOL meanwhile tears were streaming down my face because of all the shit that i was writing😭

OH SHIT WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THAT!! Of COURSE it’s the opposite! Yoongi was never gonna look at Jk and be like he’s not good enough for you, it was always gonna be “he could be with you for real, he could give you what you deserve” bc of the self deprecating 😭. Ugh your brain istg, I KNEW whatever you wrote would be just right and I was right 😂 (I guess bc I pictured it being more of a fuckboi fling not a whole ass fucking past with I love you’s and APPARENTLY RINGS wtf ryen)

and this was the other part that i didn't see in the guesses for what jk's role in all this was! but now it makes so much sense.. given everyone's thoughts and pasts it's just so sdlkfjdskljf i wanna cry wanna punch all the walls in my gd room !! i'm so happy you're good with the outcome and what actually went down.

Wait…the dumplings!??? What about the dumplings? Is it a place they went before? He realized what Jk was eating earlier!??? 👀👀👀. And SHE!??? The harlot who broke his heart I’m assuming??? Where is she!???? ILL FUCKING SWING

omfg you brought out "harlot" i actually laughed out loud!!!! STOPPP

“Nope. Not anymore, if it means I get to see her.” 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 this physically hurt me

oh. trust. it hurt me, too.

YOONGI NEEDS TO EAT! Babe I need you to EAT PLS. He’s doing the thing. Anyone who’s struggled with mental health knows the thing😕 why are you breaking my heart over here Ryen. (I call the thing Jane Eyre-ing and if anyone could connect those dots without me telling them why I would marry them on the spot 😂😂😂…OR be extremely concerned. One of the two 😂)

this was definitely intentional and you picked up why. god, i just wanna swath this man in a blanket and make him the most comfiest meal. and he better EAT IT ALL. sigh.. it broke my heart to write this, i can't even tell you how low i was feeling bc of it.

“It affects how he feels sick that he’s gonna end things” I LITERALLY SCREECHED. I FEEL SICK JUST READING THAT AND I EVEN PREPARED MYSELF. Like I knew he was gonna…or try to anyways and yet here I am feeling nauseated and dizzy YOONG PLS STOP AND THINK ABOUT HOW READER WOULD FEEL!!?? He’s not even CONSIDERING that reader wouldn’t want to be with JK!!??!!!! Wgehdkdlg I know it’s because of past shit but I am dying over here She wants you she wants you she wants you she wants YOU! SHE WANTS YOU YOONGI IT DOESNT MATTER BECAUSE WHAT YOONGI, finish that thought i fucking dare you *weakly throws a punch while crying*

CRYING AT THIS WHOLE BREAKDOWN YOU HAD I WAS BOTH SCREAMING AND LAUGHING THE PAIN AWAY!! and the last part with the weak punch just made me incredibly soft, and i wanna give you the biggest hug.. it had to be done. as much as i didn't want it to happen, it had to be done.

“If he’s gonna bow out” see I would continue on and add in the cute asf sentiment that follows but let’s be honest….this is the most important part of that statement ☹️

“More than anything. “Yes, doll. I wanna see you.”” 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

yoongi bowing out even though we all know how that would go for him.. fck, i'm getting a little emotional just thinking about it. and him immediately contradicting his thoughts about leaving and saying he wants to see reader? just end me now.

I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE JK WHO SAID THE KISS THING TO READER. Okay wow…I can officially retire now. Oh shit WAIT! Bro isn’t Seokjin EITHER!??? Ryen you brat 😂☠️

YESSSS you were right!! and seokjin is now out of the bro runnings so it's none of the members mwahahahah

Fuck yeah, don’t wait up tonight 😌😏. Called that one too! (Except I’m not sure it was in my prediction ask…maybe I just thought that one in my head? Or I responded to a post? Who even knows anymore man) Oooh Jia huh 👀 GET IT BRO 😂 (oh no…the harem is NOT gonna be happy 😳)

you called so much!! so proud :D

WAIT OH SHIT…Yuri. Dammit ryen. Of course there’s another layer there…now I’m side eyeing reader 👀. Feelings were being FELT 👀

yeah... the perspective switch was definitely a little tiny wake up call, huh.

Not yoongi in glasses 😩 (I know it was in the warnings but STILL. Also don’t get me started on the tears 😭. “Something falls from your face, and you realize that it feels like rain” you’re a genius and I love you?)

omfg you pointed out one of the lines i really liked from this chapter! i love you. and don't get me started on the glasses look we all know chains and glasses are my two WEAKNESSES.

The contrast between reader’s and Yoongi’s mindset rn tho 🥲🥲🔪🔪🔪🔪. She is SO happy and just comfortable and relieved and he’s probably seeing this and it’s wedging the knife ever further into his heart 🥲. Feelings unrequited indeed 🥲🥲🥲 BUT NOT BC THEY BOTH LOVE EACHOTHER AND THIS MAKES IT WORSE 🔪🔪🔪🔪OF COURSE HE MISSED YOU TOO BUT HIS HEART IS BREAKING EVEN MORE WITH EVERY SWEET WORD 😩🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

GODDDD THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE BC WE KNOW BOTH SIDES BUT THEY DONT KNOW EACH OTHERS AND THE HEARTBREAK WITH EACH HAPPY FEELING READER WAS GIVING MADE MY CHEST HURT SO FCKING MUCH. it was actually one of the hardest ones to get through. and we aren't even in the kitchen yet..

“Kook said he saw you today” AND THE BOMB IS DROPPED. I literally held my breath. I guess I didn’t expect…shit. She what 😯🧍‍♀️(editor’s note: even I was confused as to what this was referencing but upon investigation it was to her telling Kook she’s seeing someone)

YUP it did come out of nowhere but.. it's been on yoongi's mind and he just let it out.

“There’s a sea of silence. You feel like flotsam. Jetsam. Riding the rather calm waves before heading into less favorable waters” shit that’s a good ass sentence. I like the punctuations. (Yeah I have a kink for excellently used punctuation what about it. Oof, like a really well placed semi colon 🥴…that’s top tier 😂)

awhhhh thank you so damn much! i love playing with punctuation and not really caring about rules at all LOL it makes for much freer writing.

YOURE RIGHT HE DIDNT SAY NO 👀👀👀. Did hope somehow spark back to life within that dying heart of his!???? Did that sentence do it for him!??? Gah, if it did I’m 🫠🫠🫠🫠 “Yoongi immediately furrows his brows. “just one?”” 😩 this would be SO cute…if I hadn’t just been in his brain not that long ago 🥲

did it do it for our man?? is he gonna keep thinking the worst?? and you're right, it would've been so cute if we didn't know what he's been going through for so long.

“All he does is hiss in laughter, the space around you expanding beyond the box you encases yourself in.” Wow

:')))) the way he can just.. do that<3

“And your heart crumbles at his expression. You’ve never seen him look like that” this doesn’t bode well for my earlier hopes 😞OH….She gave him her food…and Yoongi knew. Knew that was something she would do. Fuck (SO SHE WAS GONNA BRING THE DUMPLINGS TO HIM FUCK)

YEAH THE DUMPLINGS WERE GONNA BE FOR YOONGI.. THE ONES READER NEVER SHARES.

“Like he’s just counting down the minutes until you leave” 🥲 more like counting down the minutes he has left 😩🥲🔪🔪🔪🔪

sTOPPPP

“After a night you wanna forget yet always remember” 🥲🥲🥲 this hit too fucking hard

so many things happened that night, and i feel like yoongi shares this same sentiment.

“You basically admitted everything under the sun. Without even knowing if your feelings would reflect off the moon.” Dammit Ryen stop distracting me with pretty words, I’m trying to be fucking hurt here 😩☹️😂

when you picked up on the sunlight/moonlight connection after this, i was so, sooooo proud of you and it made me cry!! like that's THEM!!!

“Realizing that the last conversation you’ll have here mirrors the very first” fuck now they’re both talking about lasts and endings 🥲 He’s gonna let her leave

the whole tangerine talk at the table isn't spoken about much, but i think it's one of the scenes i'm most proud of. alluding everything they've been through to the thing that brought them together in the first place? while both thinking it's the end? that was hard to write and i'm super proud of the result!

“How dare he.” Fuck. The power of that floating three word sentence is UNREAL

my god you're gonna make me cry

“This old, silly man.” An equally as powerful four letter sentence 😩

GONNA CRY but yes, the realization in this sentence, too!!

“This is what he wants, right? Clearly you weren’t invited over for food. Or conversation.” Well shit. THIS IS NOT HOW I WANTED THIS RYEN “…oh. So he’s done done” 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

this physically hurt me to write.

“I don’t want you thinking that’s all I want from you” IVE NEVER BEEN MORE HAPPY HES AN AVID ASS READER 😭😭😭😭

YES EXACTLY LIKE YOU REALLY GET IT

We interrupt this stunned silence (bc I literally couldn’t tear my eyes away from all the shit that just went down, my hands are literally numb from gripping too tightly for too long) to say 😳😳😳😳 NOT THE FUCKING GLASSES ☠️ WHY WAS THIS NOT IN THE WARNINGS RYEN (okay him in glasses was but NOT HIM RIPPING THEM OFF HIS FACE TO KISS HER)

SOMETHING I HAVE BEEN PLANNING FOR A LONG ASS TIME FINALLY GOT TO SHINEEEEE. but whoa the silence? the gripping tight? oh my. you're amazing thank you for telling me how that scene affected you! i love hearing stuff like this.

Oh fuck, noooo! The song 😳😳😳😳 IM NOT READY

YES YES THE SONG ITS THE SONGGGG

😂😂😂☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ RYEN ☠️☠️☠️☠️ I cannot. BYE (his bde is unmatched tho SHES GOT A POINT THO ☠️☠️☠️)

LMFAO one of my favorite lines from reader by far!!

Every time she says his name I can’t help but be like yes, that’s one more. Keep going. He needs this 🥺. Say it again 🥺

GIRL SAME. LITERALLY SAME this thought was on my mind the whole time, too!

“His hold on you gets tighter, and you feel the warmth of something sliding down your neck. Your tears are plenty tonight, it seems.” Istg ryen if Yoongi’s is crying too…(I KNEW IT AGSHDNMFLGNFNF BITCH fuck😩😩😩)

everyone tough until 3tan yoongi cries. bc you can bet your ass i was crying like a biiiiiitch when this happened.

“His eyes hold the heavens inside as he continues to regards you like you’ll still run” 🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Yoongi responds with a kiss reminiscent of moonlight. Soft in the way it makes you protective. Bright in the way it makes you glow” 🥺🥺🥺🥺 why are you like this 😩. And by this I mean so fucking talented

“Deep. Blue. Vast.” You’re fucking killin it with the three word sentences 😩

“Terrifying.”‼️

GAHHHH all of these lines you're gonna make me so soft!!

“All that’s left to do is bathe Yoongi in the calmness you harbor, hoping it washes away any torment he’s self inflicted over worries he manufactured.” 🥺 reader is…perfect 🥺 they’re perfect for eachother

Okay but can we talk about them very casually talking about whether or not to have sex rn…that’s some next level relationship shit idc what anyone says 👀. This is a next step for sure 👀

i love reader. i adore reader. just what yoongi needs and has been needing for quite some time. and them having that talk speaks volumes about their growth and maturity!! i just *punches air*

“Could make a whole movie with you” oh ryen…sweet beautiful and talented ryen. Why would you do this to yourself 😂 NEW REQUEST UNLOCKED. You know no one is gonna leave you alone about this now right 🥲. It’s the new “one day” 👀😂 (but also NO cause rest remember 🤧)

AHAHAHAH THE DAMN LINE I WAS ANTICIPATING REACTIONS TO!! maybe one day.... mwahaha.

“Mine” 🔪🔪🔪🔪😩😩😩😩 (how fucking dare you throw this in between absolute FILTH 😂☠️☠️☠️☠️ your audacity has once again peaked!??? How!??? 😂 I WONT EVEN ADDRESS THE “love” 😐😐😐😐)

i can't do this i can't handle it that whole scene was just GAHHHHHHHH i'm blushing just thinking about it all over again!!

“Content on simply watching the meteor showers in his eyes” 🥺

it means his eyes are sparkling with light now why would they be sparkling huh how could that possibly happen i-

Brooooooooo 😬😬😬😬 BIG YIKES all the way around…bro likes jk…he wants jk and reader to be together again 😬😬😬😬😬 (Yoongi’s “where’s my hi?” Had me holding my breath 🫠…sorry I’m forgetting to even comment now bc 1. I’m back to being nervous af for more surprises and 2. The spice really took it out of me 🫠🫠🫠🫠 I feel like I’ve just witness things I shouldn’t have 😳 too intimate 🫣🫣🫣🫣)

i've gotten that comment about the spice more than once and wow.. that's a huge compliment! like it definitely had me destroyed in all sorts of ways but to hear y'all actually really complimenting it.. makes me happy. and then bro liking jk?? that spells out some things for us, doesn't it.

“Someone in this house taught you that.” 🥺

gonna sob all over again.

Jimin always makes quite the entrance…fuck. Ryen why am I still so sus about him 👀 make it make sense pls

LMFAO you and your jimin being sus agenda!! throwing the theory in the bag for sure mwahahah.

OKAY BUT THAT WAS A PERFECT CLIFF HANGER

YAAAY i'm glad you think so! and we did it, we responded properly to a stunning wonderful hilarious amazing mikayla review. i can't thank you enough for making my days with these. truly. i know you tell me that i don't have to respond like this, but i want to. it's the least i can do to show my appreciation for your time!! thank you so much and i love you :')))

forfeit (3tan) (m) | myg

title: forfeit (m) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: something is up with yoongi. note: alright, y’all. i won’t say much here, other than thank you. thank you all endlessly for the support that you’ve shown me and this series thus far. it’s been one heck of a ride, and a huge part of that is bc of all of you. i will leave the rest of my mushy thoughts for the end bc the wait for this has been long enough! note 2: if you haven’t read the three tangerines series yet, read the other parts first! it will all make more sense. lastly, this chapter wasn’t beta’d bc i wanted it to be a surprise for everyone! warnings: pov switch (just one), cursing, house party, yoongi in glasses<33, angst, choking, crying, pen*tration, studio talk, jk is here and he is blond lmao, BRO REVEAL FINALLYYY, hair/head pulling, hitting from the back, protected s*x, uhhhhhhh 34+35 l o l, oral (f/m rec), rough s*x, kissing (yes, this is a warning and i’m warning u that it’s a warning), a struggle, spanking, assss play, yoongi is rude, overthinking, did i say angst?, alcohol, weed mention, spitting, manhandling, cowgirl, the chains!! stay!! on!!, body worship, obligatory ‘yoongi on the phone’ warning :)) drop date: october 25th, 2022, 7:17pm est word count: 22.6k holy hell

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#WE DID IT #I LOVE YOU #thank you mikaya!#*ryenfictalk #lovely people #3tan9 #3tanhof #for sure!#q!

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aj-uwu · 3 years ago

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Uramichi Oniisan truly be the relatable anime this year

I mean old normal hits hard then but gd new normal pandemic era KO'd me but I'm still standing is what brought me spazzing about this

Uramichi Oniisan is set to premiere on July 5th! There was a delay with the drop but we're getting this now. It's a Josei gag manga by Kuze Gaku-sensei. Not everyday you get to see daring like this 🤙

The gag shorts introduces some funky characters who are T I R E D af and idk ppl take ur pick who tf do u relate with

🐰 URAMICHI ONIISAN CHARACTERS 🐻

OMOTA Uramichi

Seiyuu'd by Kamiya Hiroshi y'all gonna hear Levi Ackerman spouting dark humor hahaha

Former gymnast who still does muscle training. Still halfway through volume 2 for now but dmn how did he even get accepted on this job for ママンとトゥギャザー

High alcohol tolerance and smoker. Best believe he has a fresh smile, stable hot body and emotionally unstable and that's me feeling sm for him bec same, Uramichi, same

USAHARA Tobikichi

The bullied one with enough energy to backsyab Uramichi and still gets bullied for it hahahaha

Feel bad for this guy but hey, if whatever he's doing is what it takes to be funny and popular with the girls then go right ahead bb

P.S. To think that Sugita Tomomazu makes a comback for gag. After Gintama we get to watch him make a masterpiece outta Usahara, bless

KUMATANI Mitsuo

The reasonable braincell to Usahara dumbass one is what I'm at. Playing it safe and icb he's tryna help brokeass Usahara ig it's camaraderie when you work day in as a mascot who gets the short end of the stick for ママンとトゥギャザー

Will hafta say we have A-list seiyuu cast cos Nakamura Yuichi fits so well for Mitsuo? Like Oreki-Gojo-Kuroo? Versatile Kings, the lot of them

DAGA Iketeru

YUP, MAMO-CHAN IS GONNA SEIYUU THIS BB!

Litterally, head empty for me. He has the voice for ABC and that's good enough ig. Cannot smoke, cannot drink. A babie

TADANO Utano

As luck would have it, got stuck on being the Mario to Iketeru's Luigi istg. Still living with her comedian bf for 6 years and he still doesn't like it so not gonna put a ring on it

あああああああ Mizuki Nana's gonna be Utano! From Hinata to this, the leap is faith wwww

God, I cannot wait for this series to air! It's gonna be a wild

Still have 3 characters left but gonna read the rest of the series first before I give my threepence hahaha

I cannot stress enough how fuken relevant the deadpan humor Uramichi drops on kids like preppin' them for the hard road of adulthood really be an act of goodness

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thepenguinclub · 3 years ago

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3am on a School Night is the Best Time to Summon Satan

Co-written with @rozhanelle.

romantic analogical, everyone and everyone, analogical week 2022 (@analogicalweek), somewhat crack, text fic, groupchat.

Summary:

raccoon boy: u dont need to be nervous L

raccoon boy: Ure super smart

raccoon boy: ull do really good. u know all the stuff

Logan: Thank you, Virgil. That’s kind of you.

Princey: This is really heartwarming.

Princey: Which pentagram should I use? Greek or Babylonian?

raccoon boy: isnt it latin?

raccoon boy: or is that the stuff u say

Logan: What are you talking about?

raccoon boy: romans being stupid

Princey: HOW TO SUMMON SATAN

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Analogical Week 2022

Day 7: Free Day

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day 7: free day

Penguin: Day 7!! It's over! *cries* We both put so much work into this week and I'm so happy and proud of what we accomplished. This has been a rollercoaster of many, many, different emotions, but it was worth it and now we are free to work on our various WIPs. Thank you everyone for reading and commenting, every single one makes our day.

This was something that Rozh and I worked on a while ago, and it's still one of my favorite things I've done. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as we have!

Rozh: this is our baby. we worked on this about a year ago, when i sent a photo of a broken down house nearby where i lived, and Penguin revealed A New Side of herself and said: "oooh summoning satan time!!" me, an anxious enby: "no. i have seen movies. i know how this will end." penguin: "yess but think of all that you can do!" me: "yes but think of *your life*" penguin: "I feel like this is a conversation Roman and Virgil would have." my mind: akdjakdj yes then: we were sharing a doc and just typing. so. here this is. [heart eyes] i love this, and i hope you all enjoy reading it too :)

Roman: Princey Virgil: raccoon boy/Stormcloud Logan: Logan/Loganberry/Starlight Patton: pattoncake Janus: Snek Boi Remus: Trash Man

Warnings: swearing - bad typing from Remus, but we have written it clearly next to it in parenthesis and italicized - anxiety - mentions of the devil - mentions of blood sacrifice - mentions of explosives - crude language - ingesting potentially poisonous materials (not poisonous, but don’t drink soap kids)

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Virgil’s Phone

🌈💗my famILY💗🌈

Princey: YALL WILL NEVER GUESS WHAT I JUST FOUND

raccoon boy: why are u awake? its three am

Princey: Thats not important

Princey: Are you gonna ask what i found

raccoon boy: no

Princey: >:(((((

raccoon boy: deal with it

Princey: Im gonna tell you anyway

Princey: Deal with it

raccoon boy: im sighing at you so hard right now

Princey: [image.jpg]

[Image description: abandoned wooden house, frames are broken down. Windows are cracked, there are black burn marks covering a good bit of it. There are trees surrounding the area/clearing. The sky is dark.]

raccoon boy: why the fuck r u outside

Princey: Thats also not important

raccoon boy: wtf roman what r u doing

raccoon boy: r u near that house

raccoon boy: roman istg

Princey: Unrelated to the house, I need to go and get Remus

Princey: Hes still at your house, right?

raccoon boy: no i refuse to let you and remus get together and do some stupid shit that will burn down the world.

Princey: Hes my brother, I can do what I want to with him

raccoon boy: y do u want him??? u never want him around

Princey: ….

Princey: No reason

raccoon boy: bullshit

raccoon boy: wtf do u want roman

raccoon boy: why do u want remus???

Princey: He won’t mind

raccoon boy: he doesnt mind anything

Princey: thisll make him happy ! Don’t you want him happy???

raccoon boy: that doesnt make me feel better

raccoon boy: remus would be happy if someone sacrificed him to satan

raccoon boy: it isnt a high bar

Princey: Exactly!

raccoon boy: ….

raccoon boy: exactly what

Princey: He would be happy if someone sacrificed him to Satan XD

raccoon boy: roman wtf ypu are not sacrificing your brother to the devil

raccoon boy: *you

Princey: I am not!

Princey: Not yet, because he isnt here!

Princey: This is his choice, Virgil. You can’t come in between true love

raccoon boy: what part of this is love?????

Princey: Remus would love this. And you are stopping him from being happy!

raccoon boy: i hate u

raccoon boy: so much

Princey: Oh please.

Princey: We all know yo love me.

Princey: you*

Princey: And you cannot stop this!

raccoon boy: i can do whatevr the fuck i want thank you very much

raccoon boy: especially if it means remus stays alive

Princey: But do we really want that?

Princey: Satan would love Remus.

raccoon boy: and patton loves ice cream

raccoon boy: that doesnt mean he should ignore his lactose intolerance

raccoon boy: just like remus shouldnt ignore life

Princey: You never let me do anything fun! Come on, Virgil! Live a little. Embrace danger!!!

raccoon boy: i am the reason you are still alive dipshit

Princey: Alive and bored! And I shall not stand for it! Not anymore

raccoon boy: oh my god why are you like this

Princey: Practically perfect in every way? It’s a question no one has been able to answer

raccoon boy: maybe because theyve been asking the wrong qs

Princey: Quiet.

Princey: Why isn’t remus answering his phone?

raccoon boy: he chugged a bottle of shampoo and has been out ever since

raccoon boy: not poisonous

raccoon boy: hair products always makes him sleepy

Princey: Do you think red paint is okay to use?

Princey: To draw the summoning circle

raccoon boy: black would be less noticable in the dark

raccoon boy: especially if its on that burned wood

Princey: I thought you said you were against this!

raccoon boy: ys the deals always have a catch and ull prob die in 10 yrs

raccoon boy: but i cant stop u

raccoon boy: so im gonna make sure u dont piss off the demon king

raccoon boy: its good to be on satans good side

Logan: What is going on? I have almost 80 notifications.

Logan: Also, it is four in the morning. Both of you should be asleep.

raccoon boy: so should u

raccoon boy: i get prince moron, but y r u awake, lo?

raccoon boy: dont u have an exam?

Logan: I was asleep. Until the incessant buzzing from my phone woke me up.

raccoon boy: ...oh

Princey: Why do you know he has an exam tomorrow?

raccoon boy: shit L im sry

raccoon boy: sorry

Logan: It is of no importance now, Virgil. I wasn’t sleeping well anyway.

raccoon boy: why not?

Princey: Do yall want a room or…?

Logan: I find myself slightly apprehensive about tomorrow.

Logan: And I do not see why we would need a room, Roman, seeing as we are texting.

raccoon boy: u dont need to be nervous L

raccoon boy: Ure super smart

raccoon boy: ull do really good. u know all the stuff

Logan: Thank you, Virgil. That’s kind of you.

Princey: This is really heartwarming.

Princey: Which pentagram should I use? Greek or Babylonian?

raccoon boy: isnt it latin?

raccoon boy: or is that the stuff u say

Logan: What are you talking about?

raccoon boy: romans being stupid

Princey: HOW TO SUMMON SATAN

Logan: Well, in that case, the most common incantations are Latin, you are correct.

Logan: The best pentagram would most likely depend on what type of demon you plan on summoning.

raccoon boy: how does that work? is it like, stronger demon, stronger pentagram? or is the difference in smt else?

Princey: How are you turning this into a classroom?

Princey: Oh, so now you’re all for it, V?

Princey: I see how it is

raccoon boy: stfu

Logan: Anywhere can be a place of learning, Roman. Although, seeing as we are still texting I don't know how this could be a classroom.

Logan: What part of communicating through instant messaging are you not understanding?

raccoon boy: jdkfjvjfkbef

Princey: -_-

Princey: So? What pentagram for Satan, pocket protector?

raccoon boy: and how is satans pentagram different from low level demons?

Logan: Well, it depends what legends you are going off of. Typically, they aren’t. Pentagrams are classically a star shape in a circle, and the only reason is to focus the energy of summoning the demon in question, so the summoner knows where the demon will appear. The more complicated designs are actually usually demon traps, to bind the demon.

Logan: Will you be binding the demon? I suggest you do so, as it can be a protection against the demon harming you. It will also stop the demon from being able to exit the circle. If you bind it, all you will need to do to dismiss the demon is a simple command, instead of a full ritual dismissal.

Logan: The demon is unable to hurt you, and you are unable to hurt it. Any physical, magical, or spiritual object crossing the circle will break the wards and the binding.

Logan: Make sure to have wards in place as well. And make sure they are not disrupted. They must be a part of the circle. If you are incapable of exerting your will unto the wards- by falling unconscious, going to sleep, or leaving the area, the wards will very likely fail, and let the demon loose.

Logan: Also, you said you were summoning Satan? Typical binding spells use substances that oppose the type of demon you are summoning. A fire demon would be sand or water, a messenger demon would be scribbled words and burned books, etc. Satan would be much more difficult, because he is much more powerful than an ordinary demon. Roman was correct, though, a sacrifice would be a good place to start, to appease him, and a blood sacrifice is as good as one could get.

Logan: However, I’m going to let personal bias in and I’m going to tell you not to sacrifice your brother.

Logan: When it comes to negotiating, it is best to ask for simple things. As it is Roman who is attempting this, I don’t have much hope. The only advice I can offer is to be sure to be very clear and precise about what you are asking for, as demons are known to purposefully misinterpret requests. Also offer realistic gifts in return. If the demon is appeased, then everything will go by much smoother. If the demon is unhappy with the deal, dismissing it can be quite an ordeal.

Logan: Do you need more information?

raccoon boy: ….

Princey: ….

raccoon boy: ….

Princey: ….

raccoon boy: im in love with you

Princey: Why do you know these things?

Logan: Well, you asked.

Princey: I didnt expect an answer like that!

raccoon boy: im not kidding right now

raccoon boy: im very in love with you

Logan: Thank you, Virgil. I appreciate your eagerness to hear my rants. You are a very good friend.

Princey: Oh my God

raccoon boy: course L. u know i like listening to u

Princey: Wait no. You have to be joking right now

Logan: Joking about what? I just told Virgil I appreciated him as a friend.

raccoon boy: yeah roman whats wrng

Princey: What the heck-ity heck? five abs and a peck?

Princey: Am I dying? I think Im dying

Private Chat: Starlight

Stormcloud: this is so funny

Starlight: I do admit, Roman is being quite entertaining

Stormcloud: “ a very good friend”

Starlight: Well, you are a good friend.

Stormcloud: u r smt else, Lo.

Stormcloud: smt out of this world

Starlight: :|

Stormcloud: ;P

Starlight: I love you as well, Virgil.

Stormcloud: sfut up

Stormcloud: *shut

Starlight: I don’t think I will.

Starlight: <3

🌈💗my famILY💗🌈

Princey: I need- I need someone to tell me if this is real?

Princey: Why is no one else awake?

Princey: What could people be doing at this time of the morning?

Princey: Did they just-

Princey: What are you people doing?

Princey: Oh my goodness.

Princey: Oh dear Disney.

Logan: Seeing as it is five thirty in the morning, I assume that they are all asleep.

raccoon boy: ROMAN!

raccoon boy: r u still out?

raccoon boy: ohmygod ure gonna freeze what is wrong with u

raccoon boy: why tf wold u b out

raccoon boy: roman what

Logan: Roman, I do hope you are inside and somewhere warm.

Princey: …

Princey: Sure, Im inside.

raccoon boy: r u iside the fucking house of doom roman

raccoon boy: thats not warm

raccoon boy: or fucking safe

raccoon boy: roman what is wrong with u

raccoon boy: i dontt think

Logan: Virgil. Virgil?

Logan: Virgil, you need to breathe. Roman is going to be fine.

Princey: shit.

Logan: Roman, go somewhere warm and safe. Preferably your house.

Princey: Yeah, on it.

Princey: Come on, Doom and Gloom. No need to worry. Peoplell think you care.

Princey: Look here, I’m in my car. I’m turning it on. And I will start driving as soon as you txt me back, okay? I’ll go home. Just let me know you’re okay.

Princey: V?

Logan: Virgil, please try your best to breathe.

raccoon boy: it’s janus, he’s calming down.

Logan: Thank you for informing us, Janus.

raccoon boy: give me a moment

raccoon boy: virgil has calmed down. he is breathing slowly and he is much calmer

raccoon boy: he says not to drive, roman. and to get out of the car

raccoon boy: also you are an utter moron.

Princey: Alright alright whatever

raccoon boy: did. did v say he is in love w/ u and u said he's 'a very good friend'

Logan: Yes.

Logan: I don't understand why this is a confusing thing to comprehend.

raccoon boy: he said he's in love with you logan.

Logan: Are you referring to the 'in' before 'love'?

Logan: It does create a difference of meaning, I admit, but I don't see why this is confounding you and Roman.

Logan: Virgil has expressed his enjoyment of things in this manner before.

Logan: "I am in love with coffee."

Logan: "I am in love with Patton and his cookies."

Logan: "I am in love with My Chemical Romance/Evanescence."

Logan: He seems to enjoy it when I provide explanations. And this was a topic which he enjoys.

Logan: His admiration was expected.

raccoon boy: did u just logic your way out of this?

Logan: There was nothing to “logic my way out of”, Janus.

raccoon boy: for someone so smart you're such an idiot

Logan: That is unnecessary.

raccoon boy: is it? i mean. you just friendzoned him!!

Logan: Janus.

raccoon boy: okay, fine, sorry.

raccoon boy: but did u seriously just do that??

Logan: If there is anything Virgil wishes to tell me, he will.

raccoon boy: riiiight. sure. of course he will.

Logan: I am glad you see reason.

raccoon boy: 🤦🏽

Princey: What should I do??

raccoon boy: well, V says no taxi cause they can be a murderer. no walking hime cause you might get attacked by a dog. no getting in your car cause you might explode

raccoon boy: home*

Princey: Thats all very helpful.

Logan: Janus, please give the phone back to Virgil.

Incoming call: Starlight

Call accepted: 6:14 am

Call ended: 6:32 am

Logan: You may drive your car back home, Roman. Please send a message as soon as you reach your destination.

Princey: Ok

Princey: Sorry V

raccoon boy: sorry

raccoon boy: i didnt mean to freak out

Logan: There is no need to apologize, Virgil.

Logan: You have anxiety. You just experienced a minor panic attack. It is natural to worry about your friends, and as a person whose anxiety is somewhat heightened it is completely understandable that you would feel a great deal of worry. You do not need to apologize.

Princey: At home.

Princey: Also yeah what the nerd said.

Snek Boi: Lo is right Virgil. You don't need to say sorry.

raccoon boy: y r u texting me we r right next to each other

Snek Boi: I don't want to wake up Remus.

Private Chat: Starlight

Starlight: Are you okay?

Stormcloud: yeah im fine

Stormcloud: thanks

Starlight: Anything for you, love.

Stormcloud: sshhhhhh no

Starlight: I love you, Virgil.

Stormcloud: i hate u

Stormcloud: j is right next to me stop

Starlight: I am merely telling my boyfriend how much I love him.

Starlight: Any of your reactions are completely out of my control.

Stormcloud: go away

Starlight: As you wish, my love.

Stormcloud: omfg

🌈💗my famILY💗🌈

raccoon boy: he wont wake up if u blow smt up

Princey: Its true we tested it once

Logan: I don’t want to know.

Princey: I wasnt offering to tell

raccoon boy: of course u were ure dying for a chance to be dramatic

Princey: How dare you

Snek Boi: We all know hes right

raccoon boy: i can hear the offended princey noises from here

Princey: ….

Princey: Shut up emo

raccoon boy: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Snek Boi: I cant believe that remus had the healthiest sleeping schedule between us

raccoon boy: he drank shampoo i dont think hes healthy J

raccoon boy: do u think hes ook? maybe we should hv stopped him

Snek Boi: V this is not his first time chugging shampoo

Princey: Yeah he’ll be up and awake and bothering us bright and early

Trash Man: YoU cAlLeD??

Trash Man: why did u screeem so loud vv

Princey: Speak the devil's name and he shall appear

Snek Boi: wtf is wrong with you

Trash Man: do u watn teh list alphabetivally or choronolgoically (do u want the list alphabetically or chronologically)

Logan: I will never understand why you have to type like that.

Logan: Autocorrect is a thing for people who don’t know how to spell.

Logan: You should try using it.

Trash Man: tihs is so mch morre fun tho it anoyys u so mch (this is so much more fun tho it annoys u so much)

Logan: I hate you.

Trash Man: i lv u 2 lolobear

raccoon boy: yeah lo lo bear

Logan: No, no, no. Please don’t.

raccoon boy: y whats wrong lo lo bear

Logan: You are lucky you’re adorable, otherwise I would be tempted to hurt you.

Snek Boi: are you talking about Virgil or Remus?

Princey: please be talking about the Emo Nightmare

Logan: I was complimenting Virgil.

Logan: Remus can go die in a hole.

raccoon boy: tnx for the compliment lolobear <3

raccoon boy: u’re not too bad looking

Logan: I appreciate the compliment.

Princey: Im dying

Princey: Im dead

Princey: This is what it feels like to die

pattoncake: oh no!!! Why does it feel like you’re dyiiing, Roman???

pattoncake: Oh. Right.

pattoncake: Good morning everyone! Looks like you were having a party

Snek Boi: You arent dying roman

Snek Boi: (Logan and Virgil might be pushed down the stairs though)

Snek Boi: Good morning Patton

raccoon boy: morning pat

Logan: Good morning, Patton. How did you sleep?

Logan: Why would Virgil and I be pushed down the stairs?

raccoon boy: theyre jealous of our friendship lo lo bear

Logan: Please cease calling me that, Virgil, or I will be forced to do something drastic.

raccoon boy: oooohh what lo lo bear

raccoon boy: what r u gonna do

Logan: While you are incredibly brave and witty, you are also as sweet as honey.

raccoon boy: what

Logan: You are the kindest person I’ve ever met and your loyalty to your friends is one of the most admirable things I’ve ever seen.

raccoon boy: waht r u doing

Logan: You are absolutely adorable when you’re sleepy, and the most gorgeous when you’re in the moonlight.

raccoon boy: shut tf up

pattoncake: oh this is so sweeetttt !!!!! me too😆

pattoncake: Vee, you are the bestest friend ever 💜💜! you’re super brave and funny and you hug me when im having a bad day and you love drawing little things and putting them in our bags which is so sweet and i feel so happy wehn i see them 😻😻

pattoncake: when*

Logan: You are incredibly intelligent even though you don’t think so, and you are an amazing musician. Your dedication to the arts and your drive to be better is motivating and I love watching you do what you love.

Snek Boi: [image.jpg]

[imagine description: Virgil in a dark room looking at his phone. The phone light shows that his face is bright red, and he is pressing a hoodie covered hand to his mouth.]

Princey: Im crying how do they not know

Trash Man: tehyre so oblivoisous its so funny (they’re so oblivious it’s so funny)

Princey: It’s torture.

Private Chat: Starlight

Starlight: You’re beautiful. I’ve been in love with you for longer than I can remember, and every day I fall more in love with you. I’m extremely happy that you feel the same way about me, and the time that I spend with you is the most important and I treasure every second of it.

Starlight: You are the most important person in this world to me and I hope it doesn’t make you uncomfortable for me to say that I would be delighted to spend the rest of my life with you.

Starlight: I love you, Virgil.

🌈💗my famILY💗🌈

Snek Boi: Virgil just threw his phone across the room

Logan: Ah. That would explain the lack of response.

Snek Boi: And he has decided to hide in his hoodie. Hes making a very high pitched noise.

Trash Man: im recorndin tihs (im recording this)

Princey: I cant believe two of my best friends are two of the DUMBEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD

Princey: I want a copy

Trash Man: 600 dolars

Princey: …

Princey: Does monopoly money work

Trash Man: then imma need 600 1$s

pattoncake: I hope yall remember that we have school???? And are ready????

pattoncake: And Roman are you still picking me up???

Princey: …. Of course I remembered. I’ll be there in aohdaipoajdila

raccoon boy: did he die

Logan: I’m glad you’re back with us, Virgil.

raccoon boy: ….

raccoon boy: you know L u like to preten that u dont hav any feelings but really ur the sweetest most compassionate person ever

Princey: Omg its happening again

raccoon boy: and like u always know how to help me and i really appreciate that. ur super awesome and smart and thebest person

raccoon boy: and speaking of smart ure crazy smart and brilliant and the way u light up when u talk about the things u like is amazing to watch

raccoon boy: and speaking of things u like, ur obsession with crofters and the berry jam is so cute and its just anothe reason ur amazing L

Logan: ….

Snek Boi: I cant believe Ive been watching this happen for years

Snek Boi: This is ridiculous

pattoncake: its so sweet!!! 🍬🍬

pattoncake: i would compliment you too logan but roman just got here so ill be right back

Private Chat: Starlight

Stormcloud: ur so fucking pretty its a crime and the more passionate about something u get the more i fall in love with u

Stormcloud: and i am in love with u. god logan ur the most amazing person and i dont deserve u

Stormcloud: ur smart and loyal and talented and amazing and so fucking gorgeous and ur just perfect

Stormcloud: i love u more than anythign

Stormcloud: *anything

🌈💗my famILY💗🌈

Logan has changed his name to Loganberry

pattoncake: awwww for the berry in loganberry in the crofter jam u like!!!

pattoncake: and virgil said it was cute!!

pattoncake: y’all are so adorable!!!!! 😻😻

pattoncake: roman says to tell y’all that “you’re disgusting and he hates you”

pattoncake: roman doesn’t care that that isn't nice so im saying sorry for him

raccoon boy: im not surprised

raccoon boy: roman has no manners

pattoncake: now kiddo, that isn’t very nice.

raccoon boy: sry pat j is being a bitch gtg c u

Snek Boi: @Loganberry, where tf are u?

Loganberry: I apologize. I was getting my bag ready.

Trash Man: srue (sure)

Loganberry: I’m getting in the car now, I have to go.

Snek Boi: Mhm

Snek Boi: we’re waiting at the doors for you three, and its cold.

Snek Boi: were going inside.

Snek Boi: Virgil has disappeared.

Snek Boi: I hate you all so much, where did he vanish to?

Snek Boi: that boy needs a bell

Snek Boi: I swear he can teleport

Princey: Janus? Not like you to stop complaining so suddenly

Princey: You good?

Operation: Make LV canon

Trash Man: [image.ipg]

[image description: Virgil and Logan kissing against what appears to be the wall of the school.]

pattoncake: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Princey: Holy shit

Snek Boi: I hate them

Snek Boi: I hate them so much

Trash Man: in skool!!! Scanadaolus!! Perfekt boy Lo lO Ber is k-i-s-s-i-n-g -ing bad boy VeeVee!! (in school!! Scandalous!! perfect boy Lo Lo Bear is kissing bad boy VeeVee)

Princey: How long has thi been happening??? Are they together??? Is this the first time???

Snek Boi: How tf are we supposed to know

pattoncake: they were throwing compliments at each other like confetti!!!🎊🎊

pattoncake: maybe they realized? finally!!!

Snek Boi: Did you really just call Virgil a bad boy??

🌈💗my famILY💗🌈

Loganberry: Where are you guys?

Princey: Do you have smt you want to share with us??

Loganberry: …I will not be giving you the answers to whatever paper you decidedly were not writing during the many hours you were awake this morning.

raccoon boy: L no give him whatever he wants he has the coffee

Loganberry: I will not help your incredibly unhealthy caffeine addiction.

Snek Boi: Oh my god, they're married

Princey: I MEANT THE FACT THAT WE JUST SAW YOU MAKING OUT

Loganberry: Ah. Okay.

Princey: OKAY?????????????

raccoon boy: r u ok roman

Snek Boi: What the fuck

Princey: NO?????????????

pattoncake: i think what they’re trying to say is that we’re all a little surprised, kiddos.

pattoncake: happy for you!!! but surprised.

Trash Man: were a lil mre thn surrprisedd we jst saw u sucking facces so what is goingg on i wold lik to kno (we’re a lil more than surprised)

raccoon boy: why are u surprised?

Loganberry: I, too, am curious to know why you were surprised by this.

Princey: WE HAVE BEEN WATCHING TE TWO OF YOU FLIRT FOR YEARS

Snek Boi: What the fuck

Loganberry: Exactly. I don’t understand why you are surprised when you have been watching us ‘flirt for years’.

raccoon boy: i thought it was pretty obvious

raccoon boy: i guess u guys can be pretty oblivious

Snek Boi: What

Snek Boi: The

Snek Boi: Fuck

Princey: OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

Trash Man: tihs mihht be teh funienst tihng ever (this might be the funniest thing ever)

pattoncake: kiddos i mean this in the nicest way possible cause you know i love yall

pattoncake: but what the fuck

raccoon boy: i just screenshotted that

raccoon boy: i plan to frame it and hang it on my wall

Princey: WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO US

Princey: WE HAVE A GROUPCHAT DEDICATED TO YOU TWO

Princey: A GROUPCHAT

raccoon boy: aww ure a fan

Loganberry: Dedicated to us? For what?

Trash Man: getig you 2 togerher to make out of corse (getting you two together to make out of course)

Snek Boi: What the fuck

Trash Man: i tinhk yuo broke janny (i think you broke janny)

raccoon boy: hey L

Loganberry: Yes, my love?

Princey: omg

raccoon boy: do u remember that one time they all said we couldnt act or lie to save our lives

Loganberry: Why yes, actually, I do remember that. Funny.

Snek Boi: i will hunt you down and kill you.

Trash Man: jannys not brokn!!

pattoncake: that’s… not very nice, guys.

Princey: If I had known it would cause me to suffer thos much i wouldn’t have said it!!!

pattoncake: i get why ud be upset at the others, sure. but i mean…

raccoon boy: sorry pat

Private Chat: Starlight

Stormcloud: we made Patton upset

Stormcloud: what do we do

Stormcloud: do we bake cookies for him

Stormcloud: or should we get him a hypoallergenic cat

Stormcloud: logan what do we do what do we do waht do we do

🌈💗my famILY💗🌈

Loganberry: We apologize for deceiving you, Patton. We intended to get back at what the others had said, and we did not realize how this would affect you.

Loganberry: If there is anything we can do please don’t hesitate to tell us.

Loganberry: Your hurt is very understandable.

raccoon boy: im really really sorry pat

pattoncake: i know you guys couldnt have told me! I would have given it away because i would have gotten so excited.

pattoncake: i guess you two can tell me all the details and buy me ice cream

raccoon boy: deal

Loganberry: you’re allergic to lactose.

raccoon boy: we’ll find him ice cream without lactose

pattoncake: 😋🤗😆💙💜🍦 🍨 🍦

Snek Boi: How long has this been going on

Princey: I CANNOT BELIVE THIS

raccoon boy: believe it princey

Loganberry: I hate to interrupt, but class will be starting soon.

Princey: You expect me to be able to pay attention to class when this happened????

Loganberry: This has been going on for quite a while, so I don’t see why you shouldn’t be able to pay attention to your very important classes that are happening now.

Loganberry: We can continue later, although I’m not sure there’s anything else to talk about.

Snek Boi: how long is quite a while?

raccoon boy: peace out :P

pattoncake: bye virgil!!👋👋👋👋

Princey: NOTHING ELSE TO TALK ABOUT!!

Loganberry: Farewell.

Snek Bo: I hate you both. So much.

pattoncake: bye lolo! 😄😄

pattoncake: Imma go too guys, class started. Bye!!!😁👋💕💕😻

Trash Man: byyyyyyeyeyeeyetee

Princey: YOU CANT JUST LEAVE

Snek Boi: They left

Princey: I KNOW

Snek Boi: I hate them

Princey: I know. Me too

Snek Boi: Happy for them tho

Princey: I know

Princey: Me too

Private Chat: Starlight

Stormcloud: that was amazing

Starlight: I do admit, it was very funny. Although I didn’t expect to get caught.

Stormcloud: i think we played it well

Starlight: Are you still worried about Patton?

Stormcloud: a little

Stormcloud: i know he'll forgive us

Stormcloud: but i still feel bad

Stormcloud: and i cant belive i didnt think about how hed be upset

Starlight: He doesn’t seem too upset about it. And I’m sure the ice cream will cheer him up.

Stormcloud: he can act pretty well too

Starlight: I don’t believe there’s anything to worry about, Virgil. But the fact that you are worried means you’re an incredibly good friend.

Stormcloud: i guess

Stormcloud: you always know what to say

Starlight: I love you, Virgil.

Stormcloud: i love u too logan

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Penguin: Thanks for reading! Whether you came from Rozh, from me, or because the title looked moderately appealing, I'm grateful you're here. If you haven't already, be sure to check out both of our other works for Analogical Week 2022 by clicking into the series' that this work is in! You can read my stuff on my ao3 (@/thepenguinclub)! Have a great great rest of your day, drink water, go to bed at a good time, and know that you look amazing today and that you're loved. <3

Rozh: and this wonderful (and anxiety inducing) week comes to an end! i had fun writing these up and talking them over with Penguin. you can find me on ao3 if you like. sleep if it's past midnight and you're awake only because you're reading fanfics. they shall still be here in the morning. hydrate, stay safe, snack, nap, and much love to you all <3

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