#like its upsetting but also so fucking funny. like props to you for being such a cartoonish villain i have to laugh

[sodaworks]

lol

[giantkillerjack]

Update: Having finished Smile (2022) with only minimal fast-forwarding (I'll go back and re-watch it fully at a much later date), I can confirm 3 things:

I am an absolute fucking pineapple for starting a horror movie past 10pm. The previous personal rule I had was "no starting horror media after midnight", and I started this movie at 11:54pm. I see now that my previous rule was... insufficient. My adrenaline isn't going to go down enough to sleep until at least 5:00am. I am a kumquat of a man. I am a silly little transgender kiwi-lime spritz. I am a passionfruit-strawberry smoothie with boba for brains, and I have made an error.

Most people who are suicidal should not watch this movie. Just-- go watch The Babadook for now if you absolutely must watch a movie about a literal trauma monster, and come back to this one when it has less of a chance of causing harm to you. Both are great movies. Smile is just a lot more bleak. - And that is in comparison to a movie where a woman snaps her a small dog's neck in front of her 6-year-old child. I mean, The Babadook is absolutely hopeful in comparison.

This movie fucking slaps. It is extremely fucking good. If you are in a place to watch a bleak and TERRIFYING movie about suicide, this is an excellent fucking movie. (If you're not sure, please save it for later! It's not going anywhere!)

I mean, I want everyone in my life who failed to support me in my own time being suicidal to have to watch this movie because it is a brutal look at what it is like to have a deadly mental illness that you don't have the language to explain and that you just can't get people to understand the danger of. Gods know those folks who failed me would probably STILL fail to understand what I'm showing them, but MAN, it is a BRUTAL message about not believing mentally ill people.

My only real complaint tbh is that the character of the white cop ex-boyfriend was WAY too helpful and understanding to the mentally tormented main character. Which ultimately means that the film did fail to understand and highlight the way that the cops play a direct role in perpetuating the very same abuse and neglect of the mentally ill in America that this movie is about!

(The fact that the main character's therapist mentions that she is legally obligated to call the cops if she determines her patient is dangerous shows that the movie is at least partially aware of this issue, but it fails to commit in this respect.)

But otherwise, yeah, this is an amazing fucking movie and the most visceral demonstration of the horrors of psychosis and untreated PTSD that I've seen, while actively challenging the ableist horror movie tropes I've come to expect from any horror movie that shows ANYTHING related to mental health.

This movie really said, "NO, you're not gonna get murdered by a bunch of crazed lunatics. That's fucking stupid. You're MUCH more at risk to BECOME someone other people CALL a lunatic for reasons outside of your control... and then there will be nobody that can help you."

And THAT'S the horror story I think neurotypical people need to fucking hear. The same way I don't need another "oh man wouldn't it be scary if you met some POOR PEOPLE with FACIAL DEFORMITIES" cannibal hillbilly movie, when the REAL horror of THAT situation is the kind of treatment a poor person with an unusual face could expect from a group of lost college kids who represent wealthy society at large.

I give Smile a 9/10, with the caveat that, again, this story is a tragedy about mental health. And it's an important story to tell...

But as a person whose life was saved by the patients and counselors at a mental hospital's intensive outpatient program, I want to emphasize that this movie would have fucked me up really badly back then, and it could have even discouraged me from seeking the trauma treatment that helped my life stop being a living hell.

So I wanted to emphasize one more time to please be careful with this film if you're currently having a Bad Time, and also emphasize that not all of our stories end in tragedy. I'm alive and loved and often happy, and I don't want to die, and I once thought that was an impossible state of being for me.

Even though it was fucking chilling for me to recognize that twisted titular smile from this movie as the one I used to draw on my artistic representation of my own suicidality (her name used to be Sue), if i were to draw my trauma monster now, it would look like a small strange little creature that needs love and patience (they don't wanna hurt me; they're just... horribly scared sometimes. But they haven't been Sue in a long time). Things are so different now.

So. Good things are possible. And while sometimes good movies benefit from NOT showing hopeful endings in order to emphasize the real-life stakes of a societal problem, YOU, reading this, are not yet lost.

The possibility of a better life - however slim or grim - cannot truly die so long as you draw breath.

And I happen to personally know a lot of people working to help make that chance bigger and better because doing so is MY life's work, and this has led to me making a lot of awesome, radical, kind friends. We are Many.

And that matters. You matter. And even if you, now, are the only person who ever reads this - if you can be even a hair's breadth gentler to yourself today in any way, then, by my metric, I have written a wildly successful movie review.

(Especially considering that I am, at my core, a sapient mango who now has to watch funny YouTube videos until 5-fucking-AM because I am JUST A SILLY LITTLE GUY OKAY.)

The cool thing about a horror movie that takes place in a mental hospital and, shockingly, actually turns out to be on the side of mentally ill people is that it avoids all the common disgusting pitfalls of mocking, demonizing, and infantilizing mentally ill people.

The downside is

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

[It's much scarier.]

[thatstonedwriter]

Loona's Long Nose Post

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N: This is a crack piece based on a prompt I've been talking with an anon about. If you want the context, check out the Loona's Long Nose Post tag. Hope y'all can tolerate my attempts at humor. I also decided to expand the prompt a bit and add some fluff. I know the anon originally asked for a fem reader but I ended up keeping it gender neutral.

Content; platonic crack, fluff, gender neutral, no pronouns

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

At first, you thought nothing of it. Some new structure in the distance; it looked almost like a telephone pole. At least.. You could've sworn it was. But why did it keep getting taller?

It wasn't long until you decided to investigate. Trying to find the source was like looking for the end of a rainbow. Whatever it was, it was getting tall enough to rival the buildings of Imp City.

After a while of navigating the city, you start getting closer, zeroing in on the source of this strange phenomena. You race through the sketchy alleyways and dank tunnels. Then you turn a corner to see..

"Loona?!"

"Agh- Fuck!!"

Loona's looking up- she has to, because she needs to balance her nose- wait, that's what you've been chasing after all day?!

"How and why-"

"It's been like this all fucking day! Some dumbass kids thought it would be funny to cast a spell or some shit- ugh," She stumbles, managing to catch herself. "I'm gonna fucking kill them!" Loona screams, attempting to kick a nearby trashcan.

Unfortunately, due to the sheer fucking length of her nose, Loona lost her balance. She'd expected to hit the ground. She would've preferred to hit the ground. Instead, she has to deal with the humiliation of doing that Michael Jackson lean because her nose is propped up on a nearby building. And that only made things worse..

"What do I do," Loona groans. She stumbles back, regaining her balance with your assistance, and decides to sit with her back against the wall. She leans her head back, wincing. "Fuck, its killing my neck too. Would you uh.. mind helping me out..?"

She's hesitant, not wanting to seem selfish. Loona hasn't been used to asking for favors or being vulnerable, but you've changed that. Not to say Loona doesn't appreciate her other friends, but it's not exactly the same. Millie's usually preoccupied with Moxxie or spending more time with Blitzø. Blitzø is.. A whole other thing entirely. You're the first friend who has put in this much time, effort, and care.

She understands if you're not comfortable with initiating physical contact. Your company was already enough to start making her feel more relaxed.

"Hey.. Seems like your nose is uh.. going back to normal," you say. And it's true! Slowly but surely, at least.

"Yeah, not fast enough," Loona rolls her eyes- and sees her nose start to grow again. "Oh come on!!" 

"Wait wait wait! I think.. Maybe the spell is activated when you're upset, and deactivated when you relax.. "

"Seriously, you're just guessing that?"

"Yeah, so? We're working with limited information, here."

Loona rolls her eyes, huffing and combing her hands through her hair. "Well how do you suppose I relax with.. This," she gestures to her nose, giving you a (dare I say) bombastic side eye.

"I dunno. Let's just distract you.. Do you have music or anything? Or want to talk?"

Whatever it was, your methods worked. While Loona still had some.. Flare ups.. She's been managing to keep her nose from getting too long.

It's definitely not easy, but that's why she's glad she has you.

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

its funny cause i give my parents updates on this tournament, and the only frame of reference they have is the bands/people i'm into generally. (my mum says "well, you should be glad i don't know who you're talking about because that would mean i'm trying to be hip and cool" lmao). anyways

i think its soooo funny because like. my parents obviously know who oasis is. i have a poster i got from knebworth 22 in my room (place of pride for real), and i've played them in my care a LOT. my mum has a very vague idea of who HIM is because i've got a shirt for them (heart pentagram is such a sick design and i will die on this hill). i showed the two of them to my mum and she was like "obviously liam. the other one looks too much like a girl." and on one hand it was like "you don't understand." but on the other hand, validation. cause like. yeah. liam's gorgeous obviously. but then like. i showed her other picture of ville valo cause i totally voted for him (i'm so sorry liam but how could i not) and she GOT IT.

anyways, dad's upset mariah carey won because "she sings that hideous christmas song and anyone is better than her" and also, he's of the opinion that i should have immediately wanted to vote keanu reeves instead of holding out until i knew who he was up against (still not over liam vs. ville valo the ultimate betrayal and sadness lol)

dad's opinion is also that axl rose should win the next round solely based on the fact that he knows who he is, but really, what does he know, cause he made fun of me rooting for jarvis with my entire being.

idk where i'm going with this sorry. i love this tournament, and hilariously i'm more invested in this than the original bracket, but that's cause my most beloved albums got eliminated soooooo quickly (seeing the same in the 2000s bracket and i tell myself that my taste is just more niche rather than bad)

-from the very tipsy anon that sent something in quite awhile ago. very sorry that you only get these very long winded anons when i've had a few

n.e.ways. this blogs great and i got a kick out of you saying you'd integrate the trent reznor fuck or be like teenage girl thing into your belief system.

also, i agree with the anon that said than radiohead man aged real nice where as damon didn't. given, i last saw him with a mullet, and thought he aged like spoilt milk, but radiohead man (remembered his name Thom! aged real nice)

also, as much as creep is like the stereotypical radiohead song and kinda considered overplayed, it UNDERSTANDS ME and also me as a teen. props to him. idk if i can bring myself to vote for him though (not cause he's kinda weird looking - odd looking people are HOT ok) but cause i had a devestating crush on a guy who was obessed with radiohead and he literally told me that i give off "emotionally unavailable vibes and its cool to make friends with someone so similar to me" and it ruined me emotionally for a good like 5 months)

also, props to oasis for having supersonic as one of their top songs, cause hell yeah Give Me Gin and Tonic! literally my drink of choice lmaooooo

once again, very sorry for very long anon, had another g+t while writing this (that makes 6!)

have a very good evening! i adore this blog! and i think youre hella cool and i could never imagine trying to rum a tournament and answer all the asks that you do (there's reason i'm anon unless i have the amazing urge to send pics in aid of my very special blorbo)

<3

omg no this is lovely actually

Apparently my blog has already met the parents?? I'm so proud ahaha and your parents have some of the funniest takes. I love reading these long asks, it's like a sneak peek into the minds of my viewers and honestly means the world to me. Enjoy your gin and tonic, anon, and a wonderful evening to you as well <3

[doodlebloo]

Am I spouting bullshit or is the constant and relentless joking about killing Michael_B and how funny that would be from other ccs not just another way to make fun of fans who actually like lore and would like to see the characters' stories get completed, whether intentional or not?

Because the main argument I see is always like "he is a MINECRAFT MOB" so it feels like. Weird and ESPECIALLY weird from people who have their OWN lore because it's like. Ok so YOUR lore is cool and people should watch it but if people care about RANBOO or TUBBO'S storylines not getting unexpectedly ruined/derailed just so you can have Funny and Unexpected content on your stream it's "just Minecraft" and they "care too much" ? Do you want us to care about lore or should we start ignoring everyone's lore including yours like 💀

[poptod]

Would u be up to writing a crack fic where Ahk eats some dodgy food and gets violently ill from it and in his food poisoning induced delirium starts to like hallucinate and think that gods are against him and hanging out with him and stuff. so yeah. (also omfg never noticed the ostrich part in NATM!!!)

notes: YEA that fucking ostrich is hilarious and YES this sounds fun. u didn’t say if this was xreader or if this was in egypt or in the museum so i took some liberties, hope that’s alright! i also really ran with this so apologies for the length WC: 2,222

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“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Now, now, that’s no way to refer to your husband,” he said matter-of-factly.

“You are not - we’re not married,” you hissed.

“Not yet,” he said with a grin.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. Ahkmen wasn’t King yet, but you still held the position as his advisor, placed there by both Ahkmen’s choice and his father’s insistence.

Now, however, you were focused on a different, more pertinent issue. An entire bag of almond date rolls had been thrown away for Ahk to find, opening the sack to find them untouched. Since he had little to no self control—which was why you were there to begin with—he immediately began eating them.

“There isn’t anything wrong with them,” he said through a mouthful.

“You don’t know that,” you said, still glaring up at him.

He swallowed before promptly stuffing another whole roll in his mouth.

“Stop that!” You said, and batted the sack out of his hand.

The cinch released and the rolls went flying down a sandy hill, reaching the river outcrop at the bottom. Ahk watched, miserably, as they disappeared.

“You have access to date rolls anytime you like in the palace,” you reminded him.

“But it’s such a long walk back, and I like it here,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the forested hill overlooking the Nile. Shade stretched over your bodies and the reed blanket beneath you, allowing the wind to cool your sun-beaten skin.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” you said, leaning back to lie down.

“How funny, then, that you are my life,” he said with a grin, following you till he propped himself up on his elbow, his free hand resting on your chest.

He stared at you, scanning you as you half-glared at him.

“What do you want?” You asked, looking up unimpressed.

“A kiss,” he said, puckering his lips.

“Shut up!”

You shoved him onto his back, laughter wracking his body.

A little while later you found yourself once more obeying Ahk’s whim, though his father had warned against that, and followed him in short steps down the tall dune. Solidified, plant-filled earth gave way for free falling sand that drifted off the slope and towards the riverbank.

The water during this time of year was at a steady but slow pace, flowing from south to north as the sun’s rising and setting indicated. Wind that once cooled you now brought hot air, exacerbated by the overzealous sun, who you imagined could burn even your ink-black skin. Sand avalanched around your still feet, landing you at Ahk’s side.

“Luncheon will be soon,” you reminded.

“I’m aware,” he said flatly. “Can’t I simply enjoy myself for once?”

“No.”

He waded out into the water, his shoulders tensing at the chill and only releasing as he went deeper. Once the red water reached his knees, just barely soaking the edge of his skirt, he called to you.

“Come join me,” he said, offering you his hand.

“We should go back to the palace,” you said.

“Come now, it’ll be hours before lunch,” he whined.

“It’s one hour. And you can’t be wearing that,” you said, gesturing to his outfit that consisted of no more than a skirt, partially torn and covered in dirt.

“Then take it off me,” he said with a sly grin.

You scowled at him, going over your options for a moment before you acted.

Once you decided, you waltzed into the river, soaking your sandals as you approached him. Satisfaction filled his gaze as you came closer, his hand still outstretched to you.

At last you took his hand, tugging him forcefully towards you. He let out a grunt, but before he could say anything, you reached forward and released the clasp keeping his skirt on him, allowing it to fall in the running water and drift away.

“Hey!” He cried, attempting to go after it, but stopped by your hand still in his. He turned back to you, a shocked look on his face as he said, “what was that for?!”

“Dawdling. Let’s go back to the palace.”

“Like this?!” He yelled, gesturing to his naked body. You snorted.

“You don’t mind. I know you don’t. You just want to be mad at me,” you said in a definitive voice.

“I don’t-“

“Come on, Prince,” you said, tugging him past you so he stumbled towards the shoreline. As he just barely got his standing you slapped his butt, pushing him forward further.

Ahkmen fell silent—as he rarely did—after he’d been dressed and was on the way to the garden, where the Pharaoh had arranged a feast he made and placed for himself, his family, and the ambassadors visiting from Punt. You were not invited, but you watched from above alongside the youngest Prince’s manservant. Ahk’s room was placed right above the western gardens, large arches within allowing a plenty good sight out, which you and Naguib took advantage of.

“He’s squirming an awful lot,” Naguib noted after several minutes of silence.

Naguib laid on his stomach, his chin propped up on his palms, in turn resting on his elbows on the stone floor. You sat nearby, leant against one of the arch pillars with a tablet of baked limestone on your lap.

At his comment you looked over the ledge, easily finding the trademark golden crown Ahk bore.

“How so?” You asked.

“Look at his legs,” Naguib said, and your eyes turned to his fidgeting crossed legs, “and his hands.”

His fists were clenching and unclenching.

“Should we check in on him?” He asked gingerly.

“.... nah,” you said after a moment. “I’m sure it’s fine. He’s probably just upset I slapped him on the arse.”

Naguib choked on his own spit, bursting into manic laughter.

“You slapped the prince’s ass??” He asked incredulously through gasps of laughter. “How’d he react to that?”

“He stripped me,” you answered, returning to your tablet with little waver in your voice.

“What -“

“That might’ve been because I took away his skirt, though. In that case, he just looked at me really strangely,” you said.

“How so?”

You twisted your expression to reflect what you remembered, a strange mix of confused, angered, and one feeling that was almost always at the forefront of Ahk’s mind—horny. Naguib burst into another round of laughter.

Several minutes later, after your conversation died down, Naguib looked back over the ledge and frowned.

“He’s gone,” he said.

“Who what?”

“Ahk, he isn’t there anymore,” he said, pointing to the empty cushion where Ahk had been sitting. You shifted to see.

“Huh. What do you think happened?”

Bursts of metal latches and swinging hinges interrupted you before either of you could think of an answer, followed by the wooden frame of the door slamming against the other wall. Both of you darted to look behind you, finding several different servants entering, a limp Prince in their arms.

Instantly you jumped to your feet. Naguib joined you, though much slower, and you both made your way to his bedside once the servants set him down.

“What happened?” Naguib asked, a hand on the bed as he looked up to one of the servants.

You set your hand over his forehead, testing his temperature, and using your sense of magic to reach into his veins, searching for a perpetrator.

“He hasn’t got a fever,” you noted, earning a nod from the servant tending him.

You made to search again before Ahk moved, groaning softly as he curled into himself, clutching his stomach.

“Ahk? Are you alright?” You asked—probably too quickly—as you knelt at his side, panic pounding its way into your heart.

“Ugh,” he grumbled, just barely wheezing out his breaths. “Alive. Right now.”

“What are your symptoms?”

“Stomach,” he breathed, halting as he flinched, his hands moving to slap over his mouth.

“Bucket!” You said to the servant, who nodded and rushed for one of the buckets in the nearest closet. “You’re going to throw up, its alright. Get it out.”

“Ughhh...” he mumbled, convulsing forward again as he attempted to hold it in.

In a flash the servant returned, rushing to set the bucket down beside the bed. You held it up, helping him scoot dizzily forward before he hurled.

Things continued in a similar fashion until the setting of the sun, the western rays finally sinking beneath the distant mountain horizon. Crickets and firebugs chirped, bringing in the cool breeze of evening, sending shivers down Ahk’s sweat-sheeted shoulders and back.

You ran your fingers through his hair, hoping to raise the curls off his heated forehead, but he raised his hand to stop you.

“No,” he slurred, “too sick... repetitive.”

“Alright,” you said softly.

His dizziness persevered from the evening into the night, but his vomitting had luckily stopped, though he did try to retch on an empty stomach twice. By then he was passed out from exhaustion, still shivering in his sleep. You stayed at his side without fail, raising his sheets up to cover him, and removing them when he broke out into another sweat.

At midnight, his eyes fluttered open.

The first thing he saw was you—surrounded by a halo of brightly glowing stars, colored in red, yellow, and purple. His sickness had faded but the delirium remained, and he reached out blindly for your face.

His fingers dragging across your eyes and cheeks brought you back from your meditation, shocked at his consciousness.

“You’re awake,” you said with a relieved sigh, your knees digging into the cold stone beneath you.

“Hathor?” He mumbled weakly, his eyes still half-closed.

“No, no,” you said, taking his hand down from your face and clasping it in your own hold. “Piye. Remember? How do you feel?”

“Am I dead?”

“Not as far as I know. You exhibit all the tell-tale signs of being alive,” you said, chuckling.

“... Bastet?”

“Also no. Piye.”

“Peets....” he mumbled before promptly falling back asleep.

The next time he awoke was a little later on, towards the very, very early morning. He once again broke you out of your meditation, this time with words rather than smothering your face. His state of aberration had yet to improve.

“Piye?” He asked softly, a husk of a voice.

“Yes,” you said, smiling. He remembered your name. “How do you feel?”

“When d.. you’re... you’re glowing,” he murmured.

“I what?”

He reached forward, and you flinched away, stiffened by a soft touch that traced down your jawline.

“You’re... glowing,” he said, louder, drawing in a deep breath as sweat began to bead on his forehead.

“Calm down, Ahk,” you warned him, pushing the hair off his forehead. “You’re going to work yourself up.”

“No,” he said with a strange sense of urgency, holding your face in the palm of his hand. You subconsciously leaned your cheek into his touch. “No, I need to see you.”

“I’m right here, with you.”

“Not in my dreams,” he breathed out, the words brushing his parted lips, now paler than ever.

Fever.

Vomitting.

Fatigue.

Gagging. Weakness. Dizziness. Chills. Sweating.

What would your father say?

He didn’t need to consult the numerous stacks of books shoved into his office to know what Ahk suffered from, but he was far away in Thebes, and you wouldn’t dare leave the Prince’s side, in fear of his condition and the wrath of his father should he suffer grievously.

“I told you not to eat those date rolls,” you chided, continuing to thread your fingers through his hair. That must’ve been the cause—sickness carried through infirm food. You could think of nothing else.

He didn’t say anything. Not for a little while, at least. He continued to blink, albeit slow, and stared unceasingly into you.

“He is in your eyes,” he whispered, his own eyes flickering between yours. “And... speaking.”

“Who do you see?” You asked softly, suddenly reluctant to blink.

“Heka.”

Not a God of magic, but the personification of it. The genuine representation of healing and enchantments. His fertile, black skin made of the Nile’s silt was reflected in your own complexion—darker than night, flanked by eyes that appeared to glow against the midnight of you.

“What is he saying?” You said, readjusting yourself beside his hand, a seriousness edging your tone. Claims of Heka were not to be taken lightly.

“Pledging.. love.”

“For who?”

“... me,” he whispered.

“Beloved of...”

“Beloved of you,” he interrupted before you could finish your thought, a smile creeping at the edges of his pale lips.

You chuckled softly, reaching up to stroke your thumb over the back of his hand. He was returning to a saner state of mind.

“Perhaps so,” you murmured.

[hawksugarbaby]

Kirishima x reader- Magnum

Smut

Chapter includes: Temp play (cold), blow job, sex in a small Space, slight praise.

After an hour or so in the freezer you were sufficiently cooled down, the hot summers day had gone cold as the sun lowered and you had spent your time teasing kiri. You had also ran out of ice lollies. 

But it was time to get out of the freezer. Because you were surprisingly getting cold, there was only so much your quirk could do especially since you were keeping two people warm, it was more work with the air cooling down. "Can you help me back out?" You asked, flailing your arms over the side of the freezer, It was a little too tall. 

Kiri on the other hand wasn't paying attention. His mind had been wandering for far too long. Popsicles. How dare they make you look so enticing. He couldn't stop the thoughts plaguing his head, and he felt a little guilty thinking such lewd thoughts about you. 

He looked up for a moment, he hadn't realised you were trying to get out the freezer until now when you were in a rather compromising position. You were bent over the side of the freezer your arms dangling and you continued to try to hop over the side. "W-what are you doing?" His face burned red and hot, images getting more vivid the longer he stared. "Trying to get out of this freezer, its getting kinda cold"

Suddenly his confidence grew 3x what it was, he stood up and you sighed thankfully expecting him to help you out. Instead he grabbed your hips pulling you back into the freezer and sat down again "I could warm you up?" He whispered lowly into your ear sending shivers down your spine that you knew weren't from the cold.

"H-how do you plan on that?" Despite your best efforts of sounding alluring it came out a mess. You chewed on your lip, your ragged breaths coming out foggy and your heart hammered in your chest. He shifted you so you were straddling his lap and your face erupted in flames feeling the hard tent in his jeans. How hadn't you noticed that before? It should have been VERY obvious.

He hadn't spoke, he kept his lips clamped shut he tilted your chin up, Your (e/c) eyes met his, the black pupils swallowed the crimson making him look more shark like than ever. He leaned in meeting your soft, warm lips with his icy cold ones. He swiped his tongue (which was even cooler) over your bottom lip asking for entrance and as if under some spell you granted.

Why were his lips so cold? 

You shivered and he pulled away with a grin holding an ice cube between his pointy teeth, it was melting fast and you looked away "where did you even get that? How did I not notice you put that in your mouth?" He shifted, and a bag of ice cubes was propping him up, you had thought the freezer was empty, guess you were wrong but how was he not absolutely frozen. 

Your thoughts didn't seem to matter since he shrugged and pulled you forward locking your lips again, the icy cold cube melting against your tongue, trickling down your throat. You moaned into the kiss as he pulled you deeper under his spell, your hair stood on end, and you had goosebumps all up your arms. He pulled away from your lips and traced kisses down your jaw leaving drops of biting cold water off of his lips on their place. 

"K-kiri what are you doing" you shuddered, his lips travelled further down your neck the ice cube starting to melt rapidly the closer it got to your chest where your fire was stored. It was a strange sensation, the freezing cold felt… good? It was different, very different, but it wasn't at all bad. "Your enjoying this a lot more than i thought you would" he murmured against your neck, he was right about that much You didn't expect this reaction in the slightest!

His shark teeth nibbled along your neck down to your collar bone, occasionally they would accidentally pierce your skin and a pearl of blood would stain the vest he had given you. Hot purple marks littered up your throat and neck, down your shoulders across your chest, competing with the cold kiri was dragging across yor skin. 

"Slow down kiri, i can't be the only one getting attenton" you giggled, so innocent sounding for such a sinful situation. You grinded against him making him groan, the obvious tent in his shorts getting more obvious "is that your quirk at play or are you just happy to see me?" You teased, he rolled his eyes as if he's heard that joke a hundred times before and looks down at you. There's no innocence left in his eyes, they burn with desire and lust while he watches you unbuckle his leather belt and unbutton his constraints.

"No underwear huh? And in shorts too? How brave" you tease when his cock springs out of his shorts, laying flat against his stomach. Your only thoughts are 'Big… Very Big!' Almost on instinct you reach out and wrap your hand around the base of his shaft making him moan out, "i haven't even done anything yet!" You shout, both your faces are bright red and hot, the tips of your ears are burning like someone was holding a lighter to them. Kiri's eyes were squeezed shut as tight as possible, his fists were balled and the bag of ice crunched every time he moved. 

You moved your hand up and down slowly, watching his reddening face intensely. It looked like you were doing everything right, it definitely sounded like you were doing everything right from the tiny grunts escaping his mouth. You picked up your pace drawing a long moan from his throat, and you chuckled "Y-(y/n)" he groaned. Your name sounded so salacious coming from him right now, you weren't sure you could ever fill in another form without hearing kiri in the back of your mind and you wanted desperately to hear more like that. 

You would ignore the heat bubbling in your stomach, your thighs rubbing together for friction, and your now soaked underwear until you could satisfy kiri. You stopped your hand movements eliciting an annoyed growl and you shuffled forward again and sat on your calfs between his thighs. "Kneel" you instructed and he did as he was told. "Y-you don't have to if you don't want to (y/n), we can stop any time just say the word and its done" he said. You grinned contemplating how in the space of an afternoon you went from friends stuck in a freezer to, in a relationship while fucking in the freezer, either way you were glad to have someone so caring now. 

"I know" you grinned. You reached behind him and grabbed an ice cube popping it in your mouth and in an instant it was just cold water sitting on your tongue "just like a popsicle right?" You laughed nervously while kiri laughed genuinely. How in the hell did he find that remotely funny. 

You scooted closer wrapping your hand around the base and wrapped your lips around the head. he let out a high pitched moan, one you would never expect from him and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. His nails were scratching at the silver 'walls' of the freezer and his eyes rolled back the red on his cheeks, impossibility dark and his mouth hung open. "C-cold" he said barely above a whisper. 

You bobbed your head up and down using your hand to get what you couldn't fit. Nothing like a popsicle. “Holy shit” he whispered and without thinking gripped your hair pushing you further down his cock without thinking, making you choke and gag. Your waterline filled with tears a few running down your face leaving red trails “s-sorry” he grunted, you hummed accepting his apology the vibrations driving him crazy. 

You drew your head back watching his face for miniscule reactions, his nose twitching, his lip quivering, his hands tugging your hair and knotting it. You hollow your cheeks as you went taking as much as possible in his mouth when his member twitched, you looked up through your eyelashes "it hasn't even been that long" you said, though it was muffled but he could clearly hear what you were saying "shouldn't you be glad, your the one doing it" he rubbed his hands over the purple map of where he'd been and trailed his hands down squeezing your breast and rolling his thumb over your hard nipple. You couldn't argue with his logic so you used your mouth for other purposes setting out an unrelenting pace. He grunted and whispered curses and praises that bounced around the freezer then into your ears. 

"S-shit (y/n) i'm gonna c-cum" he said, his tone sounded almost embarrassed making you chuckle. You pushed your head forward. You were all the way down when he twitched again, this time cumming into your mouth almost making you choke. You pulled off swallowing what you hadn't and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and swollen pink lips. you were both panting heavily and suddenly you were being pushed down against the floor of the freezer with your knees bent so you could fit. 

”aw getting impatient are you” you teased, he growled and pushed another ice cube in your mouth, his substitute for a gag even though it would melt in no time but you took it as a sign to shut up. He pulled his wallet from his pocket and fumbled through pulling out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth then rolled it on. 

”you want to do this right?” he asked, the harsh intensity behind his eyes replaced by softness and his hand rested gently on your cheek where you nuzzled into it ”yes. I want this” you assured him. 

Kiri had never cared for foreplay, it was the part he always skipped when watching porn, if he for some reason was reading fanfiction he would skim over it and go to the good stuff, and now in this situation, you were both far too desperate for him to even think about it. He knew you weren't a virgin, everyone knew you weren't, you wore it like a victory badge (some people do. Don't judge) and though he was upset it wasn't him he could never judge you. but God was he about to make you forget anyone else was your first, he would make you feel so good you would never say their name again.

He sucked on your neck adding to the gallery of hickeys trailing his hands down your stomach and pulling your shorts off. "You ready?" He asked and you nodded pointing to the bag of ice cubes. The cold made your heart race and the more you had the slower they melted. He raised his eyebrows, he hadn't expected you to like the ice as much as you had and he was really enjoying it. 

He dragged the bag over propping it up in the corner and put an ice cube in his mouth, you glared about to get one yourself but the firm "no" from him was enough to make you retract your hand and pray. His icy cold hands held your hips in place and he leaned down kissing you again with his freezing lips drawing a moan from you. "You make such pretty noises (y/n), you should do it more often" he mumbled biting your bottom lip gently. 

You whined desperately and he smirked "okay okay" he lined up with your entrance and pushed in. Your eyes rolled back and you bit back a moan. "Holy fuck" kiri grunted staying in one place "are you okay?" He asked. You nodded rapidly and reached up gripping his shoulder hard. He pulled out and slammed his hips back into you "A-AH KIRI!" You cried digging your nails into his shoulder "you're so gorgeous" he gushed. What a moment to be all sappy. 

He thrust at a relentless pace drawing a moan from you with every movement, You were convinced If you put this on pornhub you would make bank. "Kiri please" you whimpered stretching your arm to the bag of ice that was centimetres out of reach "fine, since you've been so good" he praised and pressed an ice cube against your tongue while his other hand trailed another down your stomach where it melted and dripped off your sides pooling around you. 

"Kiri god im so close please" you begged bucking your hips to meet his. Every time you said his name he went a little more feral and you had officially broke him. He pounded into you at inhuman speed gripping your hips so hard they would definitely bruise and the heat pooling in your stomach reached boiling point. "KIRI!" You screamed arching your back as your orgasm washed over you. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream while he thrusted a few more times until he came too. 

You huffed propping yourself up on your elbows and he pulled out. "That was incredible" you panted. You were a shivering mess, your quirk no longer able to heat you up but there was no way you were walking for hours. "Fuck yeah it was" he grinned switching immediately back to his cheery self "sorry i went to hard didn't I" he kissed the top of your head helping you put your shorts back on which was a very hard task for such a cramped space. "No it was amazing" you grinned trying to pick yourself up but to no avail. "Im really tired now though" you giggled. He nodded picking you up like a gentleman and climbed out of the freezer with ease. 

He carried you to your room and swaddled you in blankets to get the heat flowing through you again and snuggled next to you. "Is it to early to say I love you?" He asked "depends, how long have you loved me For?" "Since first year" he admit "then i'd say no" you nuzzled into him feeling your eyes get heavy and fighting to keep them open "then i love you" he wrapped his arms around you protectively even though there was nothing to protect you from "i love you too eijiro." 

And into a peaceful sleep you sank yet your dreams were far from it

[annabethy]

oml I am a sucker for this! There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling 😍😍

angry percabeth snuggles

in which percy and annabeth are in a fight, but they still wake up in each other’s arms (because i have a thing for pregnant percabeth. also don't think this is what you meant but this is what you get. sorry, love u anon)

“Don’t talk to me.”

Annabeth watches Percy huff and cross his arms, glaring at her pointedly. She doesn’t grace him with any further statements, choosing instead to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I didn’t do anything,” he says.

“You were mean.”

“I was kidding,” Percy tries to soothe. He sits on the bed next to her, but she leans away from his grasp. “Baby.”

“Stop it,” she says when he tries to pull her into his lap again.

“You’re making me feel bad.” Percy pouts. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Her head snaps towards him as her hands subconsciously wrap around her bump. “You said that I’m ugly.”

“I did not say that, and you know it.”

It’s not what he said exactly, but it might as well have been. He had told her that she was getting bigger, which was to be expected when she was carrying his child, but hearing it come from his mouth hurt so much more than expected. And sure, he hadn’t meant it like that, but she’s already been so self-conscious of her growing stomach, and his words just reinforced her worries.

“Annabeth, please.”

She sniffs, feeling the familiar lump in her throat. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She’d been so tired of being home all the time, feeling helpless, and Percy had casually brought up getting out of the city for a couple of nights. It had been nothing more than a mere suggestion, but her face lit up and they were out of there the next morning.

She was so excited to finally have made it to a hotel after hours of being cramped in the car, but then Percy had loudly pointed out her stomach and the little waddle she had developed on the short walk up to their hotel room, and here she was, fighting with him when she was supposed to be having fun.

“I’m sorry, okay?”

“You’re not,” she says, because she knows him well enough to know that he’s not really sorry. Sorry he hurt her feelings, maybe, but not sorry that he said it.

“I wasn’t thinking when I said it.”

“Clearly.”

Percy runs his hand through his hair, quickly becoming exasperated. He was usually so patient, but even she knew she was beginning to test his limits. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Annabeth.”

She hugs herself, looking around the room for any semblance of comfort. “I want you to not have said it at all.”

“Well, I can’t do that, now can I?” he asks, sarcastic. “I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“Because you know I’m already terrified that I look terrible, and you just have to point out that my stomach is getting huge!”

He clenches his fist and bites his lip. “That’s not a bad thing.”

“How is that not a bad thing?”

He looks at her, dumbfounded. “Is that a serious fucking question?”

“Go ahead,” she gestures. “Tell me.”

“This is our child.”

“And I’m your wife,” she mocks. “And you just called your wife ugly.”

Percy rubs his face tiredly. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Of course you can’t,” she mutters.

“You’re being ridiculous. I already told you I didn’t mean it maliciously.”

“It wasn’t necessary! Why would you point it out!?”

“It makes me happy! Why would I not want to point out that we’re having a baby that is healthy and growing?”

“It doesn’t make me happy to have you phrase it like that.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

“Why can’t you take me seriously?”

“I’ve already apologized, and I’ve explained what I meant. You’re the one dragging it out here.”

She opens her mouth to respond only to snap it shut a moment later. She honestly didn’t even want to be in the same room as him right now, and she considers telling him that just to see the flash of hurt on his face. Instead, she stays silent.

“Oh? So we’re not talking to each other now?”

“I don’t even want to be here anymore.”

“Want me to take you home? Drive five hours just to drop you off?”

She shoots him a nasty glare. “I take it we’re not doing anything tonight then?”

Annabeth looks at a clock mounted on the hotel dresser. It reads 8:04, and her mind flashes with everything they talked about doing. The city they ended up in was similar to New York in that it was constantly active. She knew that there was the diner she had been excited to go to down the street, and there was the nighttime carnival he mentioned. There was so much to do but judging by his face and the simmering inside her, they wouldn’t be doing any of that.

“No.” With that, she flops down onto one side of the bed, pointedly staying away from the center of the bed where she normally resided so he could wrap his arms around her. Percy stands beside her, motionless. His eyes burn into her back, but she stays curled in a ball.

When he speaks, there’s a calmness in it again. “Can we at least go get something to eat?”

“No thank you.”

“You have to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Percy sighs again, and for a moment she thinks he’s going to start yelling again, or that he’s going to settle onto the opposite side of the bed from her so they could spend the rest of their night in awkward tension.

Instead, she hears the jingle of his keys and the ruffle of his jacket as he pulls it on. Seconds later, the door is opening, and Percy walks out, shutting it roughly behind him. She waits a few minutes before turning over to look at the door, half expecting to see him waiting for her there. When he’s not there, even though it’s not much of a surprise, the tears well in her eyes. It doesn’t take much longer before they’re falling and she’s holding back her cries.

She’s smart enough to know Percy wasn’t intentionally trying to upset her, but it had still made her stomach drop. It was so much worse because it happens a lot more often than she cares to admit. It was a part of her fatal flaw being pride. She just didn’t know when to let things go, or she did know but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

At some point, she must’ve fallen asleep like that because the next thing she knew, she was lying in bed underneath blankets she’s sure she hadn’t put there herself. It clicks into place when she sees the container of food on the stand next to the bed along with a glass of water. She turns over her shoulder to look for Percy, and she finds him fast asleep, on the opposite side of the bed, as expected.

Guilt immediately floods her as she sees how tired he looks. Even in his sleep, he looks stressed, and she suspects that it’s largely due to her. She sits up a little bit, hesitantly grabbing the food of the table. She eats quickly and quietly, sparing him glances every few seconds, and when she’s done, she’s laying back down, a gaping space between them.

It’s not a restful sleep — she spends the time tossing and turning, on the line between unconsciousness and reality. Annabeth just feels off, and it doesn’t go away until the sun is already beginning to rise. With the sun, as she’s half asleep, she suddenly feels warmer and is finally able to drift back off to a much better sleep.

Annabeth is unaware of how much time passes between that moment and when she wakes up, but it’s much brighter outside and she’s much more relaxed.

What truly grasps her attention, though, is the strong arm wrapped around her waist.

She stretches her legs out slowly, and it seems to nudge Percy awake. He groans lowly, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. She remembers the events of the night before, and somewhere in the back of her head, she wants to pull away. She shifts in his arms, but he tightens his grip on her in response, tiredly pressing three kisses to the curve of her ear before his face finds its way back to her neck.

“Hey,” he says after a few minutes. There’s still the rasp to his voice that she has grown to love. “You okay?”

It’s ironic, she thinks, him asking if she’s alright when he was the one to had to put up with her. She just nods, shrugging her shoulder as his lips trail down her jaw. He yawns. “I left food for you last night. Did you see it?”

She nods again. He loosens his grip for a few seconds when she begins to turn around in his arms so that she could press her face to his chest. She basks in the warmth. “Thank you,” she whispers.

“Of course.”

They fall back into silence, Percy’s hand caressing her back comfortingly. It’s a couple minutes of her trying to work up the courage to apologize before she decides that he’s more important than her pride.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “For last night.”

“It’s okay.”

“I was mean.” Percy kisses her cheek.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I get it.”

“Still.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assures her.

“You’re not mad?”

“Of course not,” he says. “I was concerned, though. Do you want to talk about it?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t know why I acted like that. I just feel gross being pregnant, I guess.”

“I promise you that you are so so beautiful.”

“You have to say that.”

“Yeah, but I still mean it.” She smiles languidly. “Love you.”

Another kiss, this time to the top of her head. “Love you too.”

“I’m sorry still.”

“Me too.”

“I’m super excited about our healthy growing baby. I promise.”

He laughs. “I know you are.”

“It’s not funny,” she mumbles, pressing her entire face into his chest again.

“Everything about this is kind of funny.”

“Like what?”

“You went to bed ready to beat my ass last night, and we end up cuddling.”

“I like your cuddles,” she says. “You’re warm.”

“You use me for my warmth.”

“And because you’re super nice to me when I don’t deserve it.”

Percy begins to move, and she wonders what he’s doing as he yanks the blanket down, exposing her stomach to the cool air. Percy nudges her swollen stomach before pressing a few kisses to right below her belly button, smiling when he feels a kick.

“You, Annabeth Chase,” he says, punctuated by another kiss, “deserve the world.”

Annabeth yanks him back up to her face so she can kiss him properly. She can’t believe that she managed to land this perfect boy who was always so sweet and understanding and loved her more than anything.

She kisses him once. “I already have it.”

[borom1r]

💕 ✨💎💢🎥🏳‍🌈 + Saw (all the Saw movies you enjoy if you want)

I’ll just do th franchise as a whole instead of individually shfhdh

✨ what draws you towards your hyperfixation? what is interesting about it?

ITS COMPLEX and not in like a “oooo jigsaw is RIGHT” way but a Everyone Kind Of Fucking Sucks, At Least A Little way and a Nobody Is Morally Superior way. I like seeing fucked up little bastards go thru hell and then when I like them a lot but they died I like pretending that Didn’t happen and making them kiss other fucked up little bastards like I’m playing with the world’s worst barbies

🎥 do you have any favorite scenes from your hyperfixation?

yeeee i LOVE!!!!!!! LOVE when Eric is chasing Amanda thru the tunnels im sorry that’s so sexy. same when he’s beating John to death in 2. there’s nothing morally wrong with violence against serial torturers in fact he deserves sloppy for it. (half joking)

um for a serious answer tho: obvs the end of 1 where your forehead is pressed against mine. also when u lock Hoffman up in 3D. mmmmnn the scene in 2 where we see Eric thru the cage and he’s struggling w/ himself, and when earlier he calls Daniel. any time in IV where Art grabs his waist to explain things. the water cube scene just for the imagery

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

HI I FEEL LIKE U HAVE ALL HEARD ME SAY THESE THINGS ALREADY but it’s been a lil too long since I just talked abt Lawrence..

Lar makes me insane he is so layered and everyone who is upset about him becoming a jigsaw disciple makes me. rhrhfudufhdhf WHAT. that man was fully intending on just sitting in the dark doing nothing until Adam woke up if u take away his structure he crumbles and guess what John did! ripped it away and said “look, I have a newer, shinier, Better structure” so OFC Lawrence was like. Yes Please! ofc he was. he is a sad little man he is the prettiest dilf in the whole world i want to pick him up and shake him like a ragdoll. he contains MULTITUDES and some of those multitudes are just being a weird fucking gremlin during group therapy. I love him for it.

🏳‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

YES I HAVE. A LOT. i will just link th post lol: here!

💎 are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share?

HMMM. YEA where do i. even START.

1) the original RBT in SAW 0.5 was fully functional and made of metal. as in it probably could’ve killed someone; the one Shawnee wears was also fully functional in that it opens and legitimately could explode a styrofoam head, but was much lighter and much much safer

2) Cary got stuck in his shackle one day. props used the wrong pin and couldn’t get it back open skfjdh

3) the needles in the needle pit? about 50% real, 50% CG. needles removed obviously, and filled with ranch dressing I believe

4) almost every character in the nerve gas house can be seen in/around Jill’s clinic at some point in one of the other films. I BELIEVE it’s only Daniel + Laura who don’t cameo, but I’m not 100% sure

5) about 75% of the time we see Eric in IV, it’s not actually Donnie. very funny to listen to the director’s commentary while Darren points out each time it’s Not Donnie— they only got him on set for a day

6) additionally, the rat scene wasn’t part of the script, that was just Donnie fucking around + Darren liked it so much he kept it

7) the majority of the traps in IV were fully functional! the mausoleum trap was legit, the ice blocks were real, the scalping seat was real and was intended to be entirely practical but they couldn’t get the scalp application to look right so THAT had to be CG (the chair was still real!), the motel room trap was real! fucked up!

8) very little of the SFX in V was digital. specifically the ones you’d expect— Charles’ corpse was a practical effect, as was Mallick’s arm! it was a fully articulated prosthesis!

9) they didn’t use stunt doubles or CG for the water cube, that was ALL Scott Patterson in a metal box with a team of effects people on standby. the front + back panels were hinged, so they’d roll until he gave the signal + said team would rush in, release both panels and drain the water. I think one of my fav bts pics ever is of Scott with a snorkel so they could fill the cube back up before rolling lol

10) 3D was supposed to be 2 movies but bc V sucked nobody saw VI, it tanked too and Lionsgate said fuck this shit + smashed it into one movie. which is why it feels like such a clusterfuck. somewhere out there is a Lionsgate exec who I plan on personally breaking their kneecaps for this. we got stuck with Jigsaw and Spiral because of that asshole and they WILL pay.

💢 what do you NOT like about your hyperfixation? is there something you would want to change about it?

i do not like the fandom. don’t get me wrong I have a lot of complaints abt the series as a whole particularly how it treats women and I think in general it is not nearly as good past the first two as people give it credit for. 3 is a horrible movie imho but god forbid you dislike it/prefer anything after it. but overall I think it’s a franchise you cannot take seriously bc if you do it’s like beating your head against a brick wall. I love it so much but it’s quite literally Not That Deep. it is the same level as John’s cult bullshit it sounds complex but really it’s like. Ok Grandpa Let’s Get You To Bed :)

anyways i don’t think I have any followers here who didn’t also follow my old blog so i feel comfortable saying Yea, I remade bc of ppl in the saw fandom w/ zero comprehension of fiction vs reality and god I don’t mean that in a proship way I mean that in a “just because I like a fictional rancid man doesn’t mean I base my entire morality around excusing his actions.” no I’m not openly critical of my interests bc it’s exhausting and I come here to be a mentally ill faggot on main not write essays defining why he’s Horrible, Actually. tiresome.

anyways saw becoming popular was a mistake

[hermannsthumb]

Can i request post-pitfall one of them looking at the clock and being like "oh shit we're late for work get up we need to go" before they realize that they won. Especially if the other person talks them down from the anxiety

didn’t quuuuitttte get “anxiety” bonus but

light M for suggestive 👀 themes, references to alcohol (at the world not ending party), and for pantsless scientists. thanks to @k-sci-janitor for talking over ideas for this w me heehee

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It’s always nice to wake up warm and cozy, in Newt’s opinion, even if he can’t strictly recall why it is he…well, is. It’s less nice to wake up to his alarm clock, but he’s used to that by now. The warm thing he’s not, and it’s really screwing with him; his Shatterdome bunk has been freezing for as long as he can remember, and no amount of fiddling with the A/C controls has managed to make any difference. Did he sleep with some extra blankets last night? He doesn’t remember it, but he doesn’t remember much of last night, period—there’s a bitter, dry taste in his mouth and a slight throbbing in the back of his head which is giving him a hunch as to why. Binge drinking. But why? Was he upset about something?

Someone groans and rolls over in bed behind him. Newt’s suddenly away he isn’t wearing any pants. Oh, god, that explains the coziness. He got drunk and hooked up with a stranger?

“Turn that bloody thing off,” Hermann groans, voice thick with sleep.

Oh, God. Newt got drunk and hooked up with Hermann.

No, that’s probably not right. There are plenty of reasons as to why Newt’s pants could be MIA, coincidentally at the same time Hermann (???) is in bed with him. Newt lost his pants and Hermann was helping him find them, and they both got really tired and called it a night halfway through. They were having a sleepover and Newt spilled booze on them and took them off? Newt swallows down a small yelp of surprise as Hermann’s arm suddenly sneaks over his waist, drawing Newt back flush against him; Hermann isn’t wearing any pants, either. Hermann also isn’t wearing a shirt. Or underwear. Newt remains deathly still as Hermann plants a kiss to the back of his neck. “Good morning, Newton,” Hermann murmurs.

Hermann goes still, too.

“Newton?” Hermann says, sharply.

His arm drops away. Newt rolls over to face him, already planning for some serious damage control, though he’s not even really sure what damage he’s supposed to be controlling. Binge drinking together turned messing around? Newt blinks owlishly at Hermann’s blurry shape, wishing for his glasses. “Hey, dude,” he says.

A whole host of different emotions play out across Hermann’s face, mostly confusion, though he finally settles on mild embarrassment. “Oh,” he says. Just like that, it’s gone—back to business. He sniffs. “Right. I’d nearly forgotten. Well, I’m afraid I can’t offer much productive feedback about your performance, but I’m sure you were grand.” He tests out his limbs with a few tentative stretches, groaning lightly. “For goodness’ sake, I’m sore. Mattress pads do these wretched old cots wonders, you know. You ought to consider investing—”

“Uh-huh,” Newt says.

He finds his jeans on the floor and pulls them on, one leg at a time. They’re filthy, and torn in about five different spots, and for the life of him—in is sleep and hangover-muddled mind—he can’t remember why. Hermann yawns. “What are you doing?” he says through a second yawn. He tugs the comforter (which Newt had knocked askew) back down. “You’re letting all the cold air in. Did you know your bunk is freezing?”

“Gotta get to the lab,” Newt mumbles. He crams his glasses onto his face, and squints and frowns. Shattered. Must’ve stepped on them or dropped them or something last night. Luckily he has a spare pair in his dresser. “Got shit to do.” Did he tell anyone about his clone theory yet? He can’t remember. Or the drifting theory—

“You most certainly do not,” Hermann says.

“Uh, I absolutely do,” Newt says. Where are his shoes? He finds one on his bedside table, laying on its side like it’d been tossed there, but its pair is nowhere to be seen. “And so do you. C’mon, hurry up, find your clothing, we gotta—”

“Will you listen to me for three bloody seconds?” Hermann says.

Newt folds his arms.

“Please recall,” Hermann says, “exactly what happened yesterday.”

Newt presses on through the boozy fog of last night: he remembers drifting with a kaiju brain, he remembers being sent out into the city, he remembers the kaiju bunker, he remembers Otachi’s baby— “Oh, shit,” he says. “Hermann, we totally kissed!”

“That’s not—” Hermann shuts his eyes, and sighs. “We closed the Breach.”

“Oh,” Newt says. He sags onto his bed as an immense feeling of relief courses through him. They did close the Breach! That’s right. The Breach is closed, and the world is saved. “Oh. Yeah, right.” He laughs sheepishly. That would explain the drinking. And the Hermann. Well, it sorta explains the Hermann, but he still hasn’t really managed to figure out why Hermann hasn’t fled yet. “Oops. Habit?”

The Breach is closed, and the world is saved, and Newt is allowed to sleep in now. He doesn’t have to go into their lab today. He probably doesn’t ever have to go into their lab ever again, at least not for anything important. He eases back into the bedsheets (Hermann’s arms spread wide to welcome him, and to re-engage their spooning). “There we are,” Hermann says. He nuzzles against Newt’s neck and kisses his collarbone. Newt’s never seen Hermann this…cuddly, or heard his voice laced with so much sleepy affection. It’s kind of bewildering. And endearing. And hot. “Isn’t this lovely, now?” One of Hermann’s hands begins to creep down Newt’s chest; he kisses Newt’s chin.

“Yeah,” Newt admits, his mouth twitching into a goofy smile.

“I fully intend to keep you here all day for a proper celebration,” Hermann murmurs. His lips are pretty close to Newt’s own now—wow. Maybe Newt will even remember this kiss. A proper celebration, he likes the sound of that. “The Breach is closed, we haven’t got a single damn kaiju left to worry about, and—"

A thought suddenly strikes Newt. “Oh, shit,” he says. “I need to arrange samples.”

“Hmm?” Hermann says. His hand had almost reached Newt’s waistline.

“Samples,” Newt says. The last known kaiju in the fucking universe are laying dead across Hong Kong, and Newt’s in bed. “The kaiju they took down—I need samples.” He wiggles out of Hermann’s grasp (much to Hermann’s groaned displeasure) and scrambles for his shoes again, and this time manages to shove one on. “This shit is about to get rare, dude, I can’t let anyone else beat me to them!”

“I can assure you that absolutely no one wants your kaiju samples,” Hermann says. “Now, come back here.”

“No can do,” Newt says. He pulls on his other boot.

“Newton,” Hermann says. His voice has gone lower—more sultry. Newt can’t help the way his ears his perk up, and he turns back to Hermann sharply, suddenly hyper-aware of Hermann’s naked and very hot bod. Aside from the obvious fact it’s the first time he’s ever seen it naked, it’s the first time he’s ever seen it so…languid, too. Hermann has always been so stiff and proper, but now (hip propped up just so, sheet draped over his pelvis to conceal just enough), he could be on the cover of some porno mag. “Please come back to bed.”

Is Newt really gonna turn down that invitation?

Yes, unfortunately.

“I’ll be half an hour, tops,” Newt sighs. “I just have to call a few people about a stomach. And a skin louse. And maybe some eyeballs.” And, if he’s really lucky, Otachi’s baby, because that’s the most intact kaiju corpse Newt’s ever seen. And also just for sentimental reasons. He can’t help but think of it as his and Hermann’s baby, really, not so much Otachi’s. “Maybe an hour.”

“An hour,” Hermann groans, even as Newt mentally—and guiltily—amends that to two hours. “How am I meant to entertain myself for a whole hour?”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Newt says. “I have some DVDs. Culture yourself.”

Hermann blinks twice, his long, dark eyelashes fanning delicately across his cheeks, in a pseudo (and much more effective) pout. Newt’s heart feels kinda funny, like maybe it’s just twisted over a few times. Hermann has a point, really—the odds of anyone snatching up kaiju remains before Newt is pretty slim, especially in the current chaos of basically the whole world. And they do have plenty of celebrating to do.

“But maybe it can wait another ten minutes?” Newt says.

“At least,” Hermann agrees.

[queersatanic]

One of the things you notice about The Satanic Temple pretty quickly is that "slander" just means "things we don't like, especially if they're true", and of course their fourth tenet about "freedom to offend" only ever goes in the one direction

But this "the TV show writers and network should apologize!!" stuff is straight out of the Catholic League. Bill Donahue is embarrassed for them.

Imagine enshrining "the freedom to offend" in your religion, parading around proud of being legally recognized as a religion

...then being so upset about how free speech is actually understood by the law that parody is something that people "get away with."

As we've pointed out before, that episode of the Paramount+ TV show "Evil" was actually rather generous given the actual origins of The Satanic Temple as a Spectacle Films project that just got out of hand.

It was an especially charitable episode given that the two owners of TST set up their T-shirt selling, intellectual property owning for profit corporation United Federation of Churches LLC and years later pursued nonprofit church status for a different entity, "The Satanic Temple (Inc)", after it already had an entity with IRS-approved nonprofit status: Reason Alliance Ltd.

It's just that normal nonprofits have to say where their money is coming and going. And churches don't.

We can't know their hearts, but Lucien Greaves and Cevin Soling probably realized that being so open about turning around and sending money given to their nonprofit Reason Alliance to the for-profit corp United Federation of Churches LLC d/b/a The Satanic Temple would eventually raise some questions. But two entities named "The Satanic Temple" sharing the same website, HQ, and branding, neither one reporting its finances publicly? Maybe no one would notice.

By comparison, the TV show "Evil" ends up being extraordinarily charitable to their universe's "The New Ministry of Satan", all things considered.

In addition to "Evil" making sure their Baphomet statue was quite distinct from TST's Instagram prop, that may be why The Satanic Temple is unlikely to come after CBS or Paramount+ the same way it went after Netflix and Warner Bros.

Soling and Greaves don't actually want a news story that would draw attention to just what the hell they're doing with all of those front companies and all that damn money they keep bringing in.

Note: We're not going to link back to the Twitter conversation, even tho it is public, b/c the people having it mostly aren't anybody. It's just representative of where TST's core members are at this point, and the level of paranoia they're operating at.

Negative things about their chosen organization couldn't possibly be valid; it must be that some secret group of enemies is organizing against them, and they're beset on all sides, and it's SLANDER to point out stuff their glorious leaders said in the past. Etc.

It's funny how hypocritical they are about it, but it's also really sad, and ultimately, it's dangerous and harmful. And we hope everyone gets out without being hurt too badly or helping TST keep hurting others badly.

[Red]

> Somehow, I knew @LucienGreaves would make the jump to a badly-fictionalized TV character someday. IRS recognition was a scheme to dodge taxes on T-shirt sales? Thanks to [blue] for catching this. @CBS: Apologize and stop slandering people.

[Red]

Den of Geek directly notes the similarities between "Graham Lucien" and LG in their recap. I haven't watched the episode, but it sure looks like a deliberate attempt to raise doubt about Greaves as a faith leader and TST as a legitimate religion.

[Green] replying to [Red]

i agree that they should apologize. This episode (haven’t watched any of the rest of the show) was some of the laziest writing i’ve ever endured. One episode felt like an eternity **tiniest of silver-linings** this show is so fucking cheesy, only a fool would take it seriously.

[Red] replying to [Green]

Oh wow. That was pretty bad. I would say it's clear this show will be cancelled and forgotten soon, but then again, "Duck Dynasty" was on the air for 11 seasons. Never underestimate the bad taste of the American viewing public.

[Blue] replying to [Red]

I generally like the show, to me it’s like a detective drama with supernatural/sci-fi subjects. It’s kinda goofy but entertaining. And I absolutely love Mike Colter. This episode however was very frustrating. As soon as they said “new ministry of Satan” I was like oh boy. Then they showed the building and introduced the Graham Lucien Character and I was like “this feels like an attack”

[Yellow] replying to [Red]

It is slander. Our cofounders have sacrificed so much to give people a community… just for some shitty TV show to call them con men? Not to mention the way it devalues our entire religion. @/paramountplus & the writers of @/evil should apologize to Lucien and TST adherents

[Pink] replying to [Green]

I am afraid of the show getting attention. I won’t watch it so it won’t a view. Grimacing face It sounds like they copied the complaints on Twitter from members who left TST. I’m sure they will get away with it because of parody law.

[Blue] replying to [Pink]

Part of me wonders which one of our haters has a job over there.

[ldyinblckmsk]

Always the extra, never the lead

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x F! Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 1.8k

A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back hoho serving another angst (if you squint your eyes lol). I hope I broke your heart or makes you feel pain or sad coz that's what i wanna make you feel while you read my piece oftrash. This plot is plaguing mah mind. Also, the title sucks lolololol I can't think of anything argh!

Enjoy :)

It's funny how people cheer themselves up by thinking that they are the main character of their own story. You think that it's  ridiculous to give themselves a fake hope while the fact that the cycle of their story doesn't change anything. They'll never be the protagonist, no matter how hard they try to be one.

That's why you gave up, right. You settle yourself to be just a bystander, watching the main roles act their piece under the big spotlight. Watching the man you love entranced by the stare of the girl he likes. See, it's not you. Because, after all, as much as you wanted to be the Cinderella or Snow White or any other damnsel in distress, he'll never be the prince that will save you. You're just an extra.

Confess your profounding love to him? You already thought of it and considering the consequences of it, you're just a coward who didn't want to jeopardize the only relationship you had with him. You're fine with being his bestfriend. At least, you still have an excuse to be at his house until midnight just hanging out with him. You can still wear his hoodies  and imagine yourself acting like how the other girls did to their significant other.

That until she came.

He spent less time hanging out with you. He rarely even talks to you and ask if you're still breathing. As if all of a sudden, every memories you spent with him vanished like a bubble when the narrator introduced his leading lady. Of course, you were jealous, infuriating to be honest, she stole your man, the ash blond you were crushing since you laid your eyes on him. And the thing that makes you go insane is the fact that you don't have the right to be angry because he's not yours to claim.

The only thing you can do is sit there and let yourself drown in pain. Pretend that you're fine with the set-up and act normal. You didn't want to mess up the play, don't you?

Fine, my ass. You're not a masochist.

They're still not together, that means she's not his either.  They're still at the phase of knowing each other, so you still have a chance to confess. There's no way that they already fall in love with each other that fast.

Here you are in his room, laying comfortably on the silky sheets of his bed, staring at the ceiling. You just invite yourself to his house.

"Hey, dumbass! Are you even listening to me?" His voice snapped you out of trance. "I'm sorry. I got a lil dizzy for a sec. What were you saying?"

"You alright?" The hint of concern on his voice didn't go unnoticed by you and you just cherish this moment that way you always do. Your breath hitched when you felt his cold hands touch your forehead, his other hand on his comparing your temperature. The small act of friendship makes your blood rush to your cheeks.

"Geez. I'm fine, Katsu." You rolled your eyes at him, swatting his hand away. As much as you want to prolong the skinship, you didn't want to make yourself become a flustered mess. "Now, what were you saying?" You propped your head with both hands under your chin, as you roll on his bed now laying flat on your stomach.

"I said are you coming with me this Friday night. We're just going to eat." You looked at him suspiciously. For a second, your heart triumphs.

"Wow, you already want to see me again."

"Tch. Just say yes or no, idiot." You chuckled at his scowling face. "Just admit that you missed me, grumpy-chan."

"You're a pain in the ass."

And just like that, you didn't have any decent to sleep as you were so excited for Friday to roll. Whatever plan he has, you can't help but to think that it's like he's asking you to go out with him. Ignoring the second line he said, you let yourself dive in fantasy.

It's Thursday and you're still conflicted on what to wear, you asked for help of your friends. Surprisingly, they agreed to help you right away without raising their brows and questioning you about the date with the 'mystery man'. 'Cause they already know who it was, just from how eager you look.

Your love for the blond isn't news to them. Being classmates and friends for almost three years, they already knew how your mind works though they didn't really know how frenzy and complicated the wires in it. They just know the surface of it.

"How about this?" Mina showed you the haltered red dress that ends just above your knee. You decided on it right away which makes your friend shakes their head at your eagerness. After that, you're just casually having fun, giving you advices and tips on your so-called date from their experience.

You saw him leaning on his car, permanent scowl on his face while constantly checking his phone. You eyed him from your position, awe struck at the ravishing aura he oozes. The white dress shirt he's wearing highlights the muscle he workrd so hard to built. He looks so clean and sinful at the same time.

"There you are, grumpy-chan!" You walked towards him slowly, smacking his back as your usual greeting, smile plastered on your face with the hint of blush spreading on your cheeks. You watched him stunned for a while, eyes roaming to your body. "About fucking time. Let's go."

You were surprised when he opened the door for you but you just shake it off. He's gentle, seems like his careful with his actions.

He glanced at you for a moment before he went inside the car. His heart went wild when he saw you. He thought you looked prettier when you dressed up. He always saw you wearing baggy shirts that's why when you showed up with that tight dress he malfunctioned for a bit. You looked bold and sexy like a predator hunting its prey, quite opposite from the girl he's pining. He shakes the thoughts of you away as he began to drive.

Akiya is full of sunshine and rainbows. She's sweet and looks vulnerable like an antique dishware that needs to be taken care of. And he has the great urge to protect the quirkless girl. Funny, how he was so bully to Deku being quirkless and  here he was falling for one.

He was so upset to himself when he found out his stupid affection to the girl. Their constant talking amd bubbly personality made it possible to like her. But everytime he's with her, his mind straying away to your well-being. He knew that you have feelings for him but he didn't dig further because you're not vocal about it. With how much his time was spent with you, he cared deeply for you. He loves you, of course, but it isn't like kind of love you felt for him.

After sorting out those endless thoughts, still, his adoration for Akira weighs more than your friendship.

That's why he's inviting you to dinner with him.

The anxiety is bubbling up inside you. The look on his face screams that there's something going on inside his head that you're not ready to unravel. Call it instinct but something feels odd. The ambience around you doesn't suit your guts. You're beyond happy that you're having a good time with him but there's this unsettling feeling that's eating your inside.

Is this what you think it is?

He's the one who initiates the conversation first, sensing the awkwardness in your table. Feeling blue, you just answered him with nods and short words. Clenching your jaw as you forced yourself to smile naturally. It's not really that difficult for you to do it since you are good at hiding.

The dinner was served and you just sat there, eating in silence. You don't dare move your eyes from your plate. You felt him checking on you for the nth time of the night then followed by a sigh.

You fucking knew it. Your grip on the knife was tight while slicing the tender beef. You're silently praying that you'll have the control of your emotions tonight. The night is still young but the 'date' is nearing to end. 

"Y/n, just don't fucking talk and listen to me." His hand combing his spiky hair in frustration. He didn't know how to break it to you without hurting you. "What's with the serious talk, grumpy-chan? It's not like you, ya know." You laughed.

"I said I'll do the talking, idiot." You rolled your eyes at his remark."You know Akiya, right?"

"Uh, yeah, she's the girl you like, right." You said with an obvious tone in your voice, smiling, almost seemed like you're teasing him. Almost. Because the bitterness you felt left a hint on your voice.

Silence. No one dared to speak. Not because of your last statement. It seems like gods are not in the mood to heed your prayer as you desperately trying to stop the tears that you didn't know were already falling. You inhaled deeply, calming yourself down, slowly accepting your defeat.

You were the one that breaks the eerie silence. "So, you two are already together. Is that what were you going to say to me? Or is there anything el–" 

Oh.

Realization strucks your chords. How can you be so fucking simpleton? A small laugh leaves your mouth while nodding your head crazily, new batch of tears forming in your eyes. He only watched you, confused.

"Oh my god! You fucking knew it. Am I right?"

"Y/n–"

"I'm a clown. You knew I love you yet–" You laughed again. People gaze at your direction, feeling pity at your state. You are mess right now.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Yes, I knew it. I knew your feelings but your my bestfriend for fuck's sake!" He raised his voice, bloodshot eyes lingering at your form.

As if like you flipped your switch, you looked at him with blank eyes, no emotions were found as you speak to him. "Is it entertaining? Is it funny to watch me make a fool of myself? Am I stroking your ego when I looked at you with fucking heart eyes huh, Bakugou? Tell me."

"That's why I'm fucking talking to you right now. I want you to stop it. I need you to stop loving me because I can't reciprocate it...I love Akiya."

"I know! Don't fucking rub it on my face. I know it. I already knew it! Okay? And yet here I am still fucking hoping that there's still a chance." You're desperately trying to sound fine, wishing for your voice not to crack. "I-I'm still fucking praying that I wish it's me. Why the hell it can't be me? Why, Katsuki?"

No, you're not going to break down in front of him. That will be last tears you'll shed. You shut your eyes tightly, regaining your control over your emotions. You didn't spare a glance at him, looking yourself at your mirror while retouching your make-up. You grabbed your phone, texting Mina to pick you up while you're talk to him. "Just so you know, I'm not going to cut ties with you. If that's what you're worried about. I'm still your friend, dropping the 'best'."

You looked up at him, eyes meeting his for the last time. You saw his pained expression, clenching his jaw when he looked away.  You get up, ready to leave. "Another thing, next time when you reject someone don't do it over a fancy dinner. That just gives them a false hope and that's fucking painful." You chuckled.

Bitter smile plastered on your face,  you prepare yourself for the conclusion of the story. Walking to his side, you bend to him while placing a kiss on his cheek, whispering your final dialogue as the side character.

"Goodbye, grumpy-chan."

[jaskiersvalley]

Your fic Nontraditional was amazing! I love it when strong, brooding characters are protected and allowed to be vulnerable and cared for. Especially when they are used to everyone expecting them to protect, provide and care for everyone. Great job! 💛💫

I am so pleased you liked Nontraditional! We’re both in the same boat of loving strong, brooding characters being allowed to be vulnerable and cared for. Which got me thinking about another small ficlet idea...

Work was drying up. Over the centuries and decades, people were slowly learning how to create fewer and fewer monsters, how to bury their dead and be respectful. Which was great in terms of death by creatures but not so great for witchers who were struggling to make ends meet. They were a dying breed, Geralt hadn’t seen any of his fellow wolves in a long while. He didn’t know if they were still alive. The last witcher he’d seen had tried to kill him for a contract on a few sad drowners of all things. As much as Geralt hadn’t wanted to fight and was willing to bow out of the contract, the other witcher was still threatened by him. Much to Geralt’s chagrin, he ended up with a dead witcher and a small pouch of coin for taking care of the drowners.

The whole continent was mostly clean. Except for one little pocket near the coast. It was a veritable hotbed of creatures and nobody could figure out why. Cockatrices roamed the region along with drowners, werewolves and basilisks. Slowly, Geralt made his way over and found that there was an almost steady source of income. He’d heard whispers of a couple of other witchers nearby and he stayed clear of them as much as possible until he was tackled to the ground with a yell by not one but two familiar idiots.

Lambert and Eskel looked surprisingly well compared to rumours about the fate of witchers. Given the scarcity of contracts, they had decided to team up but Geralt suspected their partnership went deeper than just fighting side by side. And the fact that they didn’t offer Geralt the chance to join them made it all the more obvious. Though, if Geralt were to be crude, he could have just admitted that their scents had blended over time into one curious mix but he didn’t want to think much about it. And definitely not because he was jealous that they had each other. It had been so long since Geralt had any kind of companion, not since he and Jaskier had parted ways.

Rumours of a manticore reached them before Geralt left the two to their own intertwined path. It was a big job for one witcher to deal with, two stood a better chance but the money was good enough that the three could work together. So they did, their prey was rampaging through some old woods near an abandoned mansion. It was oddly easy work, the manticore raged against them but it didn’t seem to have the wild streak of previous hunts. If anything, it seemed almost as docile as a manticore could get.

“This was too easy,” Geralt grumbled as he watched Lambert take the head off as proof of their success.

“This region has been, the monsters are there but they’re tame. Even the cockatrices feel hand reared by a gentle soul than a master,” Eskel agreed.

They knew what they had to do, find the source of the monsters. There was nothing natural about the cluster of creatures in the area, all the type that involved no death of humans. It seemed that the witchers had a benevolent is eccentric benefactor who wanted to keep them busy and with ample coin. Such thoughts made all three of them bristle, they were not some kept beings reliant on someone’s generosity to stay alive.

Their searches led them to smaller and smaller segments on the map, narrowing down the source of the creatures. It had to have both forests and waterways nearby to serve as breeding grounds for the variety of creatures spawned. And it needed to be a relatively isolated but large, private area too. They boiled it down to the abandoned mansion where they had found the manticore.

“It’s the old Lettenhove mansion. The old Viscount still lives there but nobody’s seen him. Has a young lad come do all his business in his stead.” The local alderman was more than happy to tell three angry looking witchers whatever they wanted. “Buys a lot of unusual things, leftovers the market doesn’t take. We have no idea why but really, money is money so we don’t question it.”

Suspicious. And the name sounded familiar to Geralt, even if he couldn’t place it. In the end, he chose to not worry about it, they needed answers and a fool to educate in creatures. Though, given the wide range the idiot could create, it seemed that they were familiar with monsters already.

They didn’t bother knocking, instead choosing to barge through the door. Everything looked old, worn but clean, comfortably lived in. A three headed puppy scampered up to them, barking in excitement and an all too familiar voice was calling from a room off to the side of the hall, chastising but fond at the same time.

“Don’t worry about Roach, only the middle head nips now!” And Jaskier walked out into the entrance hall. “Oh. It’s you.”

He looked no different to the day they parted ways, youthful and vibrant, only the look in his eyes betrayed he’d lived a lifetime or more. They were old, had a stare to them that spoke of hurt and love and joy and so many other things.

“Jask.” Geralt couldn’t believe it. But it was definitely his bard, there was no doubt about it. “What is the meaning of this?”

Lambert and Eskel turned to look at Geralt like he was the one with more than just one head. It was a rich look coming from Eskel who had picked up the pup and was trying to stroke three chins at once with one hand.

“Come on, Geralt,” Jaskier looked a little offended, “look around you. You witchers have done too good a job and were dying because you weren’t adapting. So I made sure you had something to keep you going. Nothing too dangerous mind you.”

“A manticore not too dangerous?” Lambert cut in with a sneer.

“Oh hush now, Buttercup was the epitome of manticore etiquette. She didn’t even throw you around too hard.” He actually had the gall to look a little upset and grief stricken. “Anyway, you’re here now. So tell me, do you want to keep this charade up? Or are you ready to get with the times?”

The idea of being kept like pampered hounds, let out for a hunt that was entirely engineered was something that rubbed them all up the wrong way.

“We’re not your pets.” Despite his reputation as the softest of the three, it was Eskel who gritted that out, establishing the boundaries and rules he felt were needed. Instantly, Jaskier was agreeing and spouting about how he was merely helping out friends and future friends because he was certain they would get along nicely once introductions were made. He was simply anticipating things.

There were rooms already prepared for them, Geralt didn’t want to think about how long Jaskier had been prepared for their arrival. Nobody said anything when there was some noise in the middle of the night and in the morning, Lambert’s room was missing its bed while Eskel’s had gained an extra one pushed against his. Three days later, the two single beds were replaced with one large one without anyone seeming to know how it happened.

The grounds were split up into areas and Jaskier showed them around, pointing out where he encouraged toads to breed and his chickens so he could hatch the odd basilisk. And the cockatrice cavern, plus the manitcore habitat which was empty for now.

“I’ll keep releasing a couple of them every one and then,” Jaskier informed them. “There might be more witchers out there in need of a helping hand. But I’ve also put out whispers of invitations. If they’re out there, they might heed the call.”

The question of how he managed to release them off the estate safely was met with a laugh and an “I sing and they follow, silly” which they all decided was Jaskier’s way of telling them off for being too nosey.

The more time that elapsed, the less hope any of them held for other witchers. Yet Jaskier never gave up hope. He was proven right in his optimism when a knock on the doors revealed a tired and scarred man he’d never seen before. Introductions were made, Coen was shown to a room and he was settled in too.

It was the middle of a storm when frantic knocking had Jaskier opening the door. A boy from the nearby village was out of breath, panting about a witcher collapsed on the edge of the woods, the villagers didn’t dare approach but he wasn’t looking to be in good shape. Jaskier ended up riding out with Geralt to investigate. Rushing Vesemir back to the mansion, Jaskier was surprised when Geralt was calling for all the others who crowded into the room.

Pushed to the back, Jaskier watched as Eskel and Coen took over, bossing the other two around to light a fire, get water, throws and the like. It was quite mesmerising. But it was efficient and worked. All too soon, Vesemir was propped up and drinking a warm tea while his pups were gathered around him.

“So, run this by me again,” Vesemir was saying. “This place is run by the human who used to be Geralt’s bard?”

Murmurs of agreement and Vesemir was twisting to look beyond the others until he laid eyes on Jaskier who waved merrily.

“Okay if he’s Geralt’s human, why the fuck does he look so young?”

Oh shit. Jaskier paled and his smile turned a little cheeky as the witchers looked at him.

“How long do humans live then?” Lambert asked, he wasn’t known for being the most knowledgeable outside of monster facts.

A small, nervous laugh erupted from Jaskier. “Funny you should ask, I’m not actually sure.”

“So what are you?” Eskel asked.

“I’m Geralt’s bard.”

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Pregnancy Scare-G.M

Pairing: George Memeulous x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k+

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"Hey guys, I don't even know if George is gonna put this on his channel, but I thought I might as well film it because... I find it funny," Y/n was pacing in George's bathroom as she pointed her iPhone at herself, Y/n had started to film herself. An idea had popped in her head a few days ago. Both George and Y/n had been going steady for quite some time, the discussion of having kids had come up once or twice. Every time they had spoken about kids, George would tell Y/n he wasn't ready for kids at his age and Y/n agreed with him. Y/n didn't want children either, right now she was in the middle of school, getting pregnant would only get in her way of graduating Uni. "I bought a fake pregnancy test, I promise it isn't mine! I don't want kids anytime soon!" Y/n had flashed a small pregnancy test that held two blue marks on it, "I'd ask Alex if I could use his camera, but I don't know how to use it and the whole prank would be ruined if Georgie spotted the camera." Y/n placed down the pregnancy test on the edge of the sink, continuing to speak to her iPhone, "Right now George and Alex have Will and James over to plan some new Eboys content, now don't worry! I've already told Alex that this is all a prank, maybe he'll tell James and Will, maybe he won't. It's really up to him at this point." Y/n hit the red button on her phone, ending the video she had been filming. Snatching up the pregnancy test, Y/n made her way into the kitchen, avoiding speaking to the boys. Once again, Y/n hit the red button on her phone, starting up a new video. Carefully, she had set the phone up, propping it behind a jar in the corner of the kitchen. "Georgie, can you come here?" Y/n bit her lip as she stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching the boys look up at her. "Yeah, of course, N/n," Y/n's blue-eyed boyfriend stood up from his spot, already making his way towards the kitchen entrance. While George stepped into the room, Y/n took a step back, making her way over the kitchen island where the positive pregnancy test had been placed. Carefully, Y/n snatched the test up, hiding it behind her back a George approached her. "What's wrong? You seem nervous," George came closer to his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her. "I know this might not be the best time, but I feel like the longer I wait the more anxious I become," Y/n let out a shaky breath. "George, promise me you won't get mad." "Y/n? What's wrong?" George only raised a brow, part of him had become worried from Y/n. Why was she asking him to not get upset? Had she done something? Cheat? Reveal his face? "I'm pregnant." The words had hit George like a ton of bricks, he had been filled with a hundred questions. When did Y/n find out? When was the last time they had sex? How far along was she? What were they gonna do? "What?" Only one word could escape George's mouth as his mind raced. "George, I'm sorry," Y/n buried her head into George's chest, George only pulled Y/n closer, his grip on her tightening. "When did you find out? Did you take a test?" "I found out a few days ago, I was morning sick and I just wanted to make sure," just then, Y/n pulled out the test from behind her, handing it to her boyfriend. There was a moment of silence between the couple. "...What are we gonna do?" "I want to keep the baby," Y/n watched as her boyfriend examined the test. As soon as the words left Y/n's lips, his eyes shot up to her. "It's your body, so I'm not going to make you change your mind. I'll support you as best as I can, Y/n," George let out a deep sigh. "George... thank you," Y/n had practically cooed, quickly pressing her lips against her boyfriend's. George gently accepted the kiss. "I'm gonna go use the restroom, I'll be back." As soon as Y/n had exited the kitchen, she made her way past the boys. "Are you doing the thing?" Alex raised a brow at the h/c girl as she passed him. "Yeah," she only gave a nod. "Thing? What thing?" Will raised a brow, looking back and forth from the two. "Can I tell him?" Alex asked Y/n. "As long as these two keep it a secret," Y/n gave a shrug. "Y/n's pulling a prank on George while pretending she's pregnant," Alex whispered loud enough for both James and Will to hear. "That's bloody brilliant," Will grinned, looking over to Y/n. "Props to you, Y/n." "Thank you," Y/n gave up a nod. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make my way to the restroom." "While she does that, I'm gonna go see how our dear blue-eyed boy is holding up," Will grinned, getting up to make his way to the kitchen. George leaned against the island, rubbing his temples. "George? What's going on, mate?" "Y/n's pregnant." "Holy shit," Will let out a breath, acting as though he had actually had been surprised. "Congratulations." "I told Y/n it's her choice about what she wants to do," George mumbled, continuing to rub his temples. "I'm really nervous, Will. I'm only 21, I'm not ready for kids." "Well, what are you gonna do now, Genuis?" "Give me a fucking minute, Will! I'm trying to think!" George snapped. It took Will by surprise, George never really got upset with him (besides the time he broke his red-eyed baby dragon card). "Sorry," George's square-headed friend mumbled. "You and Y/n are a team, I know you two will find some way to get through it." "Thanks, Will," George let out a sigh. "Sorry for snapping at you." "It's fine, I was pushing your buttons," Will gave a shrug. "I'll leave you be." "Could you call Alex in here on your way out?" "Yeah, no problem," Will gave up a small nod before walking out into the living room. "Your turn, Alex." "Oh god, this is gonna be something," Alex let out a sigh as he rose up from the couch. "Wish me luck." "Good luck, mate," Will took Alex's spot on the couch, pulling out his phone. "It seems like you're gonna need it," James bit his lip, readjusting his glasses. Walking into the kitchen, Alex wasn't surprised to see George looking ten times more anxious than he had ever been. "What's going on?" "Y/n's pregnant," George was quick to spit it out. "I know we had plans to stay roommates until we were gonna hit our 30's, but I might have to move out now that Y/n has a kid in her." A frown came to Alex's face, he understood that it was all a prank, but it still hurt to think George would have to move out if Y/n was actually pregnant. "It's... it's alright, George. I understand these things happen. I'll always be here." "Thanks, Alex." "Now, do you want to go and tell James or make him feel left out?" Alex sighed, leaning against the island by his roommate. "Yeah, that's a good idea," George mumbled, standing up straight. He had been slouching for the past few minutes. Walking back into the living room, there was no sign of Y/n. Did pregnant women take this long in the bathroom? Or did she just leave? Maybe she didn't want George to be the father figure of their child, so she had decided to leave before they could continue to talk about their situation. "You look upset? What's up?" James spoke up, pulling George away from his thoughts of Y/n. "I'm not upset, I'm just kind of... anxious?" George trailed off, finishing his sentence off as a question.  For some reason, the word upset didn't fit George's feelings, but neither was the word anxious. "Y/n's pregnant." "Well, what's your plan, are you gonna support her?" James immediately began to question his friend. "Of course I'm gonna support her! I'm just not ready for a little George-" "Or Y/n," Alex commented. "Either one, running around! I'm about to turn 22, I'm not ready for the responsibility of another life," George grabbed his hair, yanking at it. "Woah, woah, woah... calm down. If you pull out your hair, you're gonna start going bald by 25," Will snickered. George only let out a groan, letting loose of his hair. "I don't know what I'm gonna do," George let himself fall onto the couch, closing his eyes. "Georgie? You okay?" George opened his eyes as fast as he closed them. Y/n stood there, looking down at him. She held the pregnancy test in her hand. "Hey, Y/n... yeah, I'm okay," George sat up, giving a nod. "George, I gotta show you something," Y/n bit her lip, sitting down next to her boyfriend. "What is it?" George mumbled quietly. Y/n handed the pregnancy test to him, giving him a moment to examine it. There was only one line on this test. "I... I don't understand." "Georgie, I'm not pregnant," Y/ grinned. "It was all a prank." "What?" His mouth fell agape, "I was about to ditch Alex and find somewhere we could raise a kid." "Awe," Y/n cooed, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend. "I was also filming it all." "What?" "Alex, could you grab my phone from the kitchen?" Y/n asked her short friend, keeping her arms wrapped around George. "I'm genuinely upset, I was really going to look for somewhere later today," Y/n's boyfriend shook his head. "I also started filming everything out here on my phone," Will pulled out his own phone, pointing it at the couple. "Guys, you won't be able to see, but George is actually turning red," Y/n giggled, climbing into her boyfriend's lap. "Guys? Are you planning to put this on YouTube or something?" George looked up at his girlfriend as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I thought you might wanna upload this to your second channel or something," Y/n shrugged. "We could start a prank wars with all the boys." "That sounds like a bloody brilliant idea!" Will chirped, keeping his phone pointed at them. "Fine. Alright guys, 200 thousand likes and we'll do a prank wars," George sighed, looking up at Will's phone. "Yes!" Y/n shouted excitedly before lowering her voice back to its original tone, "Georgie, thank you for being up to the task of being a father figure, even at our age. It really means something to me." "Of course, Y/n. I love you," George gave a nod. "Should I keep filming?" "Turn it off already, Will!"

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[jungcity]

bane of the devil. | iv

genre: vampire!jaehyun [angst | fluff | smut(?)]

pairings: jaehyun x female reader

note: bane of the devil deals with themes of physical, mental, and sexual abuse as well as toxic relationships. which may be upsetting for some readers. you are advised not to continue if you feel uncomfortable to these types of plots.

words: 5.4k

“oh, father,

i wanted her.

her pretty,

and her bad;

her chaos, and her bliss

in her mercy,

i learned how to lick

the edge of a knife

as she pressed

the blade against my throat

perhaps,

she was the winter

of my summer,

but, gods, i love all her seasons

she was the moon,

she was the sun,

the universe was in her eyes,

and she was mine.”

The weather was not pretty. Jaehyun’s hair was whipped back and forth by the squalling winds, a promise that the heavy rains would eventually fall sooner or later. He isn’t a person for pretty weather, himself. A good ray of sunlight would not scorch him to dust, but it would singe him nonetheless. The dimness of the clouds were fitting for his escapade today.

The busy workers scurried off the pavements, their shoes soundless by the slapping of winds into the trees. Jaehyun turned on one corner, the road has immediately died of sounds, except for the whistling winds and the thunders erupting from the heavens. Several white lights flashed in the skies from sharp lightning to a distant place. Jaehyun’s boots thudded against the sidewalk, the only sound accompanying him as he led himself to the same place he’s been visiting for the last ten years.

Eternal Rest Cemetery.

All of a sudden, as if on instinct, your face projected in his mind. Of how your fear almost drowned you the last time you were with Jaehyun in the same cemetery. Pleasant as your face was, the thought nonetheless irritated him, more than anything. You do not have the rights to barge in his mind unannounced. Not after last night.

You’re not a monster—

A bitter laugh resonated from this throat. Him? Not a monster? He wanted to ask you, then. He wanted to ask you whatever you know about being a monster. When your canines does not elongate, when you do not even feel a thirst for blood every time you are hungry, when you do not even feel the death inside you albeit being alive.

Yet a small part of him wanted to believe you.

He pushed the gates of the cemetery open, the old and rustic metals whistling. Dried leaves littered everywhere, a sign that the caretaker wasn’t doing his job particularly well. Jaehyun’s boots crunched the leaves underneath him as he walked to the tombstone of someone he does not truly know— but treasured nonetheless.

Louise Samantha Wong. He’s read the name over and over again. Yet the pang in his not beating heart never assuaged. Every visit was a hole augmenting in his rotten soul. In spite of that, he’s never missed a single day every year to visit the little girl he’d killed ten years ago.

Yesterday was the mark of her ten-year death anniversary. The wax from melted candles now enveloped the grasses. The flowers from her visitors have already wilted. Louise loved tulips, Jaehyun observed over the years. A little girl with good taste in flowers.

Finally, Jaehyun let go of his grip on the tulips he was holding and laid them neatly on her tombstone.

Jaehyun crouched, silent as a cat. “Hey.” He felt ridiculous as the words tumbled out of his mouth. Ten years of visiting her and he has not yet developed a proper way to greet her. It made him feel wicked than he already is.

Jaehyun’s hands strayed towards the tombstone, dried leaves flying towards the surface and to him. He picked up every leaf until the tomb was clean again.

“You’re probably wondering why a bastard sits next to your grave yet again,” he pronounced followed by a toneless chuckle. “It’s been ten years. You would’ve been fifteen by now.” Familiar thorns wrapped his throat, yet he knew he wouldn’t be able to cry. Jaehyun’s eyes would have been two stones with immobilized pupils if not for the vampire venom which coats his eyeballs. The same venom had also prevented his tear ducts to function.

“I’m sorry.” Jaehyun’s fingers shook, he needed to fist his hand to stop their shaking. “I know it’s useless now. I’ve already ended your life five years after your mother gave birth to you.” Vampire does not breath, Jaehyun could not release the tightness in his throat for that reason. “You would’ve been in high school now, slowly building up your dreams. Sorry for taking that away from you.” He pursed his lips. “The truth is… I’m not happy to be half-alive either.”

The wind rustled again, the dried leaves once again dominated the surface of her tomb. Jaehyun wiped it clean with his hands. “But that’s ungrateful of me, right? You died so I could live. Life’s cruel.”

Until now, Jaehyun couldn’t grasp the reality of a five-year old dying while an asshole such as him lives. And it’s the one reason why he wanted to kill Alena. She could’ve easily chosen Louise to live, instead she breathed life to Jaehyun. Being a vampire isn’t a pleasant life to live with, but at least it could give Louise the chance which Jaehyun took away from her.

Jaehyun, in his rotten and bitter life, never believed in vampires— or any mysterious creature at that. He lived a life tossing coins with the devil, yes, but he never would have thought that other kinds of evils lurked even in the busy streets of a city, ready to turn humans like them.

Jaehyun didn’t wish to become a monster even in second life, but Alena made him one.

And he won’t forgive her for that. She took away Jaehyun’s humanity, she took away everything from him. He could not even show himself to his friends, to his family. For the fear of being rejected.

What is so special to being immortal? How would you chase the wildness of life if the thrill has already been extinguished?

“Farewell, Louise.” Jaehyun finally stood up. The rain has started to fall, drenching the ground. Splatters of mud now starting to cover Louise’s tombstone. “I’ll see you again.” He turned on his heel and left.

There’s still one place he needs to go to.

—

“Long time no see, Lucas.”

A scream of horror echoed from you as Lucas stumbled on his feet and landed on the wooden floors of Madame Juana’s parlor. Before anyone could utter a word, the tall man stood and swing his fist to punch Jaehyun. But his vampire instincts are faster than that of a vampire hunter, so Lucas ended up colliding against the door.

“Years of practice yet you still could not—” Jaehyun’s mockery was halted as Madame Juana raised her hands. Both Lucas and Jaehyun’s knees thudded on the floors as the Madame forced them to kneel.

Veins from their temples started to protrude as they struggled to move their paralyzed body. You remained standing, hands covering your mouth. Everything happened too fast.

“Both of you will behave or else I’ll let you die with your brains splattering on my floors,” Madame Juana warned.

Jaehyun tried to move his eyes and glared at Madame. The two men dropped on the floors as the witch dropped her hands. Lucas almost heaved his lungs out, coughing painstakingly. As for Jaehyun, he regained his natural posture as if nothing happened. The attempt of Madame to squeeze Jaehyun’s air passage went in vain as vampires do not breathe.

“Fuck you, Jaehyun,” uttered Lucas, the color of his face slowly returning.

Jaehyun, as if in his own house, had gone straight to the bottle of liquor resting on the table near the window. He filled the glass to the brim and emptied the liquid in one gulp. As he did that, he raised his middle finger towards Lucas.

“What are you doing here?” Madame Juana regarded Jaehyun with a stoic expression, her red lips thinning.

Jaehyun set the glass back on the table with a loud thud, you were afraid the glass would shatter. “I’m making sure you won’t do anything to Y/N.”

Your eyes widened as he mentioned your name. He made it clear last night that he won’t join you into this ‘suicide mission’, so why is he here checking up on your well-being?

“And what do you think would I do to her?” Madame raised a brow.

Jaehyun shrugged, “I don’t know. Use her blood for your dark magic?”

“Madame does not engage herself to those kinds of magic, you asshole.” Lucas chided in before filling his own glass and gulping its content in a blink.

You chanced a glance at Madame Juana. And automatically gasped as you saw blood dripping from her nose. “Madame! Your nose!” You hurriedly fished your kerchief inside your pockets and handed it to her.

Lucas was beside her in an instant, but she waved her hand as if to say it was nothing. She took your kerchief and pressed it to the skin under her nose. “I’ll be back,” she said, giving the two boys one warning look before departing the room.

“Why are you even here, you piece of shit?” Jaehyun spat the words with enough contempt that made you turn your head towards him. The way his words strayed from his mouth would definitely trigger yet another brawl between them. Thankfully, Lucas stayed to where he was, ignoring Jaehyun’s vulgars.

“I am here to train, Y/N.” Lucas’ back was leaning against the table, his arms crossed against his chest.

What claim does Jaehyun has to ask that question as if he wasn’t the one who just jumped in and showed himself uninvited to your meeting with Madame Juana?

Yet the mention of your training made you decide to finally sit at last. You didn’t meet Jaehyun’s gaze as you sat, for the fear of finding what have been lurking in those chocolate brown eyes once you look. Nevertheless, you felt his eyes boring into yours as if judging you.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

With that, you glimpse at Jaehyun. He asked the words while looking at you. His brows were furrowed, dissent etched on his face.

Lucas scoffed, “Why would I elaborate?”

Jaehyun propped his one leg above another while he waved his hand. “Oh, I know. You will train her for Alena, right?”

When none of you answered, Jaehyun let out a loud laugh.

“What’s funny?” Your irritated question. He wasn’t even invited to this meeting, yet he came, punched your trainer right in the jaw and laughed at your plan as if to mock you. “I know you disagree about everything, Jaehyun. But be careful mocking me now. I might kill you myself after I’m finished with Alena.”

Jaehyun leaned, his eyes enticing you. “You’re sexy whenever you threaten my life like that.”

All the blood from your body once again traveled to your cheeks. He did not just say it in front of Lucas, right? But the snort from Lucas told that it was real. Jaehyun truly embarrassed you in front of a cute boy.

“Is that what your vampire clan teaches you, Jung?” Lucas needed to pursed his lips together to stop himself from laughing, but after trying so hard, he finally let it go and howled.

“And what does your VHC a.k.a Virgin Hunters Corporation teaches you?” was Jaehyun’s sharp reiteration.

Lucas’ howls ceased in an immediate stop then, and now looking at Jaehyun with daggers in his eyes. “It’s Vampire Hunters Corporation, Jaehyun.”

“Yeah, convince me otherwise.” Jaehyun placed his feet on the coffee table then. “Have you ever been laid?”

“Jaehyun?!” You widened your eyes at him in warning. If you were drinking something right now, you would’ve probably choked on it already by his question. You would never afford it if Lucas would back down in training you. Turning your head to the tall man, who stood with his face red only a meter away from you, you spoke. “I’m sorry Lucas—”

“What about him backing down on this plan? I could train you myself.”

There was literally a vein that ticked in your neck as you snapped your head to Jaehyun’s way. He, himself, looked taken aback by the words he voiced out.

“I mean— no. I won’t. If you don’t pay me.”

You rolled your eyes at him and focused your sight on Lucas instead, who looked puzzled as he never had an idea that Jaehyun has read your mind. “I’m sorry, Lucas. I assume you and Jaehyun have already met, by the way you’re talking to each other right now.” You let out a nervous chuckle, “He could really be a nuisance, right?”

“Hey!” Jaehyun stood up, ready to bite you when the door opened, revealing Madame Juana.

“Let’s get back to business, shall we?” She waved her fingers, long nails glinting.

“How about Jaehyun? He couldn’t stay. He’s Alena’s fiancé. And why is he even here?”

You gulped as Lucas stated the words. It seems like everyone knows about it except you. Well, until last night.

“I’m trying to severe the betrothal.” For once, Jaehyun spoke with solemnity, throwing away his haughty visage.

“C’mon, Jung. She’s the most powerful vampire today. Why would you do that?” Lucas’ words were laced with sarcasm that bit on your own skin. The reminder of Alena’s omnipotence, once again, made you uncomfortable and cowardly.

“Do I have to explain myself to you? Absolutely not.”

Madame raised her hand, stopping Lucas from speaking. The witch turned her attention towards the vampire across from you, then. “Will you join us, then?”

It’s a no. Jaehyun— beyond doubt— would decline. He assured that he wanted nothing to do with this mission. Yet a little ember of hope winked inside you as you waited for his answer.

“Not exactly join you. I don’t trust anyone.” He looked at you, and he remained looking at you when he spoke his next words, “But I could help you get close to Alena.”

“Perfect!” The loud clap from Madame Juana startled you. She was flashing her teeth through a smile that could reach her ears. “And I guess… it’s better if Y/N trains with a vampire hunter. And apply the things she’s acquired to a real vampire.”

It’s self-explanatory. Whatever you would learn from Lucas, you would apply to Jaehyun. It’s smart, it’s wise. But it does not make you any less troubled.

Lucas is a cute boy. You might have a little crush on him now. And Jaehyun… well… Jaehyun is beautiful. Having them as your mentors made the butterflies in your stomach tense. Not to mention the fact that they clearly despised each other.

“Y/N?”

You blinked, and saw the three of them looking at you as if anticipating an answer. Right. You had spaced out. “What is it?”

“We’ve just discussed that perhaps it’s better if you’d travel to my villa at dawn.” What?! “Don’t worry, my love. It’s located at the foot of the mountain. I have all the means for your better training in that house.”

You fiddled with your fingers, unsure of what to say. “Can’t we… train here? I mean, I appreciate your generosity Madame. But… my brother. He’d worry.”

“Oh no, darling. It’s better to train with the nature as your company. I know you could make up a reason for your brother. Am I right?” She raised both her perfectly trimmed brows.

“Yes. But—”

“I think we should give her a bit of time. This is all new to Y/N,” Jaehyun chimed in, looking straight at the witch.

“We don’t have the time. The ball’s in three months.” Lucas glared at Jaehyun.

Ball? You looked at the three of them, waiting for an explanation. It isn’t what you think it is, right?

“The ball. Every year, the vampire clans and the vampire hunters commemorate their peace treaty by having a lavish party.” Jaehyun’s eyes were focused on you now. “Yes, Y/N. There is a peace treaty between our nature, and theirs.” He nudged his head towards Lucas.

“This plan. It’s breaking the treaty, then?” You spoke with careful tones, as if frightened that someone with the wrong ears might hear them.

Suddenly, everything feels wrong. Everything feels fraught with danger than it already is.

“Yes, Y/N.” Madame leaned on her seat, “It is.”

You pursed your lips together, uneasiness spreading like wild fire in your chest. “Why are we doing this, then?” You narrowed your brows. “Why do you plan something that is against the treaty?

The tall man blinked and glanced at Madame. His crystal clear eyes shining. “Y/N, this treaty isn’t really a peace treaty.” He cleared his throat and sat on the remaining chair beside Madame. “Vampires have been murdering helpless humans for millennia. That resulted for someone named Diego Asdalis to create a vampire hunting association to protect the people. For hundreds of years the two sides have fought. Yet fifty-years ago, after too much bloodshed, the new leader of Vampire Hunters Corporation and an elder from a vampire clan who looks after all the clans in town made a treaty.”

Every words, you tattooed to your brain. As Lucas explained, you could not help but become fascinated by the informations. It seems like you haven’t gathered much about vampires even after all those years of study.

“It doesn’t mean the vampires and the hunters suddenly agreed for a friendly relationship. We weren’t chummy to each other. The treaty holds one rule only, if the vampire kills a human, the hunter would have all the rights to kill that vampire,” Lucas continued.

You supposed that’s exactly why Lucas hadn’t tried to kill Jaehyun the first time he saw him. And vice versa. There is a treaty that somehow separates their hatred for each other.

And that means VHC isn’t the society you would dare mess up with. If that treaty was factual, then the vampire hunters in town has all the strength and weapons to kill a vampire. That kind of audacity and stoutness was commendable.

“That’s the loophole.”

Three pairs of eyes stared at Jaehyun when he suddenly spoke.

“What about those who were turned into a vampire? What rule protects them?”

Sympathy isn’t something Jaehyun would accept with open arms. Despite that, you could not help but feel sympathetic towards him. His question was meet for the current conversation and to his situation as well. Who, and what protects those who has been turned without their consent?

“If the human presented himself willingly to the vampire, then that is out of our protection. We protect humans, but not against their choices,” Lucas explained. When Jaehyun did not speak, he shot up a brow. “Why? Were you turned against your will, vampire?”

Jaehyun’s eyes were lifeless as he stared at Lucas. “No.”

No? He told you a different tale last night. Alena turned him. The look of his face wasn’t fitting for someone who had willingly asked a vampire to make him one of them. You kept your mouth shut nonetheless. It is not your story to tell.

“Then you’re out of our shields,” Lucas faintly shrugged.

“You wouldn’t be able to do anything, anyways.” Then Jaehyun stood up and walked straight to where the liquor was located.

“What did you say?” Lucas, himself, bolted upright. Ready to pounce on Jaehyun at any given moment. But for the second time, Madame held her hand and ordered him to sit down. Which he gladly obliged without a word.

“Y/N, I’ll give you until tomorrow to decide.” Madame smiled at you. It was warm. For the first time since you arrived, the pressure on your shoulders vanished.

Until tomorrow. What would tomorrow unfold, then?

—

“You gotta pay for me,” Jaehyun announced as you both wait for a bus to pass by. You rolled your eyes and pretended you didn’t hear him.

As you looked at your feet, you could feel Jaehyun observing you. Waiting for you to answer. After leaving the premise of Madame Juana’s mansion, you feel more discomfited. You thought the discussion would go smoothly. But now you feel weak— left with the agitation of being utterly mortal more than ever.  

“Cat got your tongue?” Then he peered at your face, a stunning yet annoying smirk plastered on his face.

“I don’t talk to strangers,” you muttered. His enraged declaration about your status to each other’s life last night was still clear in your mind.

Jaehyun faked a hurt expression. “That’s awful.”

“You’re awful, Jaehyun.” Then you stared at the road instead, praying that a bus would be merciful enough to stop by so you could get away with him already and pretend that the both of you do not live in the same house.

You instantly felt conscious when he didn’t speak. He’s awful for saying you weren’t friends. But you are awful for saying that he is awful. That does not sound right. After heaving a deep sigh, you decided to finally look at him.

“I’m sorry.”

You said at the same time. Jaehyun laughed, while you turned away from him.

Then he cleared his throat, “Look, I’m not gonna apologize for saying we weren’t friends—” He held up both his hands when you sharply glared at him. “— because we really aren’t,” he added with a mischievous smile. When you didn’t reply, he pressed on. “C’mon, Y/N. We could work on that.”

“What do you mean?” You tried your best to sound disinterested as possible.

“We could be friends.”

For a moment, you were speechless. Is being friends with Jaehyun really important to you that it has straight away made your heart flutter as the offer slid out of his mouth? It’s ridiculous, but his statement made you smile.

“That sounds… great.”

“I’m not saying instantly—”

“I know that, Jaehyun.” You rolled your eyes to what seem like a first time of cutting him off. “Baby steps.” You pronounced before stretching out your hand to him.

Jaehyun stared at your hand for a moment, before he stretched out his and grabbed yours. His hand was cold, as expected of his nature. But his smile was warm when he said, “Baby steps.”

The ride back home was silent. In a comforting way. You really didn’t need to talk to Jaehyun, nor did you feel compelled to.

The both of you walked the streets. Familiar yellow lights from the streetlights dominated the whole path. The smell of rainwater on the ground still fresh in your nose.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N?” Jaehyun blurted out all of a sudden.

Your grip on your bag as well as to your plates tightened. He needed not mention what did he actually mean for you to understand. As you stared ahead of you, your mouth twisted and you let your mind search for something to answer him.

“I don’t know.” Yes, it was ignominious to admit your heart. But as of now, you really do not know. Madame Juana’s offers feels overwhelming, like she wanted you to say yes to everything she’s laying out for you. However, you know that this is your best shot at finding justice for your parents.

“You don’t have to—” Jaehyun’s words were cut off, his steps drawing into a halt.

You narrowed your brows at him, but he was looking straight at the figure beneath the streetlight. Your eyes followed his line of sight. Only stopping when you noticed a tall figure standing under the streetlight. You have not the slightest inkling of who might be him, but his aura alone sent a shiver down your spine.

“Run, Y/N. But do not run home. Run elsewhere. Far from here. Drop your bags, drop your plates. I will give them back to you once I’m finished,” Jaehyun ratted, eyes never leaving the man from the distance.

There wasn’t a need to tell you that the man was someone dangerous. The deviltry in him was stinking. It was death.

Jaehyun wanted you to run, but your feet felt leaden. They seem to froze onto the asphalt.

“Jaehyun, who is he?”

He didn’t answer, but his eyes were on you now. Every breath was agonizing as you feel the man’s presence, ready to attack if you do little as to move an inch.

“Run, Y/N.” Jaehyun’s irises had changed their color. From dark-brown eyes to red. His canines are elongating. Black veins from his temple protruding.

You took a step back, startled and frightened by his appearance. Finally, you felt your feet moved. So without a second thought, you dig in your shoes against the asphalt, your bag and your plates falling.

And run you did.

As you sprinted far away from Jaehyun, a demoniac snarl echoed from behind you. Goosebumps covered your whole body, shivers ran down your spine. The sound wasn’t human at all.

You continued to run, but the highway seemed so far away. When you feel as if your knees would collapse, you drew in a halt. You pressed your palms on both your knees, steadying your breath and the wild beating of your heart.

You do not dare glance behind you, for the fear of finding out what’s happening to Jaehyun. You’ve ran as far as you could, but the street leads to one path only and you don’t feel as if you’ve ran far enough to be safe.

“Shit!” You hissed, as you stumbled and fell on your knees, nearly kissing the ground. Just when you really need to get away, this is what happens to you. Nevertheless, you quickly stood and ignored the throbbing pain on your knees.

“Y/N!”

Jaehyun.

“Run!”

Do not glance behind you. But you did. Then you saw the man sprinting towards you, his eyes red like Jaehyun’s, fangs elongated and ready to bite you. You forced your feet to run again, but the vampire has caught your hair, gripping it tightly as to remove your scalp.

“Let go of me!” You shouted, grunted.

Pain lances through your hair as he continued to grip on your strands, but it was short-lived as Jaehyun dashed towards you. In a blink of an eye, the two vampires were rolling on the ground, with you kissing the earth at last by the impact of the vampire’s pull on your hair.

The impact has blurred your vision, spots of reds dominating your sight. Something metallic coated your teeth. Blood. Suddenly, the vampire ceased to move, his face turning to your direction, nose sniffing the air.

Jaehyun stared at your direction, too. His eyes were clear as he looked at you. You gulped and stood on your feet despite the pulsating pain in your head. But you fell once again as the other vampire pounced on you.

His eyes were wild, frantic even. His teeth razor sharp. If your heart could explode, it probably would. You gathered all your willpower to thrash, to wiggle out of his body pressing you down on the ground. You will never die like this.

But then saliva started to pool at the corners of his mouth. Without a second thought, he plunged into you. You shut your eyes, trying to make your way out of his grasp.

“You fucking—!” Your words were halted as you heard a gurgling sound. Warm liquid dripped on your face, on your body. The smell of blood coated your nostrils. Then a body fell on top of you.

You wanted to shout. To push the body away. But as you saw Jaehyun standing, a heart on his palms, your strength was taken out of your body.

His eyes were emotionless as he looked at you. But he pushed the body off yours with his foot. You scrambled away from the dead vampire, clutching your chest as if you could hold your heart and stop it from beating wildly.

“Jaehyun…” you breathed at last. The heart was still dripping blood from his hand. Flecks of blood covered his face, his shirt bloody too.

“Go home,” was all he uttered before grabbing the man by the back of his collar and dashing away into the night.

Leaving you bloody, scared, and unmoving.

—

Pools of blood immediately wash the tiled floors red as Jaehyun dropped the body of the vampire. The woman in front of him only regarded the body with her dark and curious eyes. Her long and silver hair catches the moonlight as she stood up from the made dais at the far center of her mansion’s hall.

“Long time no see, my love.” Her lips stretched out into a luscious smile, crimson lips glinting.

“Fuck you,” Jaehyun uttered with enough hatred to make the woman wince, yet he knew that she’s devoid of any emotion for that.

She stood up from her throne, barefoot trudging the cold floors towards Jaehyun. “Is that how you greet your fiancée?” She asked with doleful eyes, before caressing Jaehyun’s bloody cheek. He felt her fingers ran down the side of his face to his jaw in a very, very languid manner.

If he could strangle her right here, right now, he would. But Alena is a powerful vampire. Despite Jaehyun’s own peculiarities and power, he does not meet the level of ability the leader of the Detritius clan possesses. It would be suicide if he dared wrap his hands around her neck.

Alena sucked the same finger, making sure Jaehyun would be able to see every move, would be able to hear every slurp.

Then the woman’s nose scrunched up, “Not as tasty as yours.”

Jaehyun’s jaw twitched, the same hatred he’s been having for ten years towards the woman in front of him bubbled up in his throat, forcing him to retch.

“Stop fucking around, Alena.”

“Fucking around?” Her voice was laced with a sweet venom, “How could I? If my fiancé does not want to marry me, anymore?”

He held her wrist, his grip tight. “I don’t love you.”

“Stupid!”

Jaehyun’s cheek seared from the slap. He shut his eyes, gathering all his patience. He’s been through with the same scenario for a lot of times that it did not surprise him to see Alena’s outrage anymore. If he could bear scars, or any mark from his wounds, it would definitely stand as a proof that he’s gone through worst in the hands of the vampire.

“You are a fool, Jaehyun!” She bared her fangs, her dark eyes turning red. However, in the blink of an eye, her outrage slipped to a pleading expression. Her eyes shone, “I’m sorry, my love. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” And then she was grasping Jaehyun’s cheeks, his body, fisting her palms on his shirt.

“Stop.” He pushed her away, “Stop, Alena. We’re done.”

Jaehyun did not waste any second to turn his back on her and walk away. But before he could open the door, Alena’s voice boomed in the hall.

“Y/N.” Alena laughed her infamous poison laugh, “Be careful, Jaehyun. I know where she lives. Treaty be damned, I won’t even blink once I haul out her heart with my own hands.”

Jaehyun felt as if he was punched right in the guts as he heard the threat. There was no doubt in it, Alena could kill you. Anytime. Anywhere. Even under your roof. A foreign wrath enveloped him, so intense that for a moment, he wanted to kill Alena. Once and for all and get everything over with.

“Do not touch her,” he warned, back still facing Alena.

“Don’t force me.”

In times like this, Jaehyun appreciates his vampire abilities. For like an arrow from a bow, his hands were already wrapped around Alena’s neck. He gritted his teeth, baring his fangs, “I will kill you myself.”

Alena laughed, pushing Jaehyun away with her finger, a movement to show her supremacy. “I know you.” She whispered against Jaehyun’s mouth. “You can’t.” Then she flicked her tongue out to his lower lip. “So do your job, Jaehyun. If you want her unharmed.”

Jaehyun shut his eyes. Your smiling face, with your hands stretched out to him flashed in his mind. Baby steps, you said. He wanted to cherish those smiles, he wanted to protect you. And that’s exactly what he would do once he’s finished dealing with Alena tonight.

A venomous chortle escaped from Alena’s mouth as Jaehyun sank on his knees, craning his neck to one side to give enough access to the woman. The same pain washed through him as Alena’s fangs embedded on his flesh.

After what felt like forever, Alena pulled away, wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand. Then she kissed Jaehyun with a ferocity of a hungry animal. Her robes slid down the tiled floors. She does not even care about the carnage of the dead vampire lying on her floors as she slid all her undergarments off her body— displaying her naked frame before Jaehyun once again.

“Now, my love, shall we start?”

[lefaystrent]

Has virgil ever had a break down infront of anyone in the nursing home au. Like freaked out becuse of police sirens outside of the building or on tv or a documetery of prision is played on the luchroom tv when he went to make" fucking mac and cheese™️" also im sad now cus all i think of is logan dying and then a when romans about to die he tells virgil "i know what my next adventure is. Im going to find Logan. Dont worry ill be fine" and thencloses his eyes to sleep but dosent wake up;-;.

First of all, hello sadness! Loganis the first to go yes, and you can bet your bottom dollar Roman would saysomething along those lines. (Or alternatively, the both of them discover thefountain of youth and never have to die. :D)

As for Virgil, he tries his very hardestnot to show his weaknesses, but sometimes…they just happen. The first time it happens in front of other people at the nursing home is written below the cut.

WARNINGS: in-depth descriptions of a panic attack, ptsd

Nursing Home AU Masterlist

It happens when Virgil is inRemus’s room cleaning up one of his messes.

Remus adamantly disagrees on theterminology of his ‘messes’.

“It’s art! You prudes wouldn’t haveany artistic sense if it bit you in the butthole!”

Virgil snorts, “You could have justleft it with ‘butt’.”

The old man grins, showing off asmile that’s missing half of its teeth. “But butthole sounds so much juicier.”

“I will pay you to never say thatagain.”

“This is payback for destroying mylife’s work.”

Virgil looks at him with a raisedbrow.

Then he looks pointedly back at thewall that features a giant penis drawn with smeared ketchup.

Virgil has no idea where Remussmuggled this much ketchup into his room.

Patton comes into the room. Heglances at the ‘artwork’ on the wall and doesn’t look the slightest bitsurprised. Someone must have spread the word to him.

Remus doesn’t look at all ashameddespite Patton’s disapproving expression.

“We’ve talk about this,” Pattonadmonishes.

“You talked, I ignored.”

“Remus. No…phallic imagerydisplayed in the building.”

“THIS IS HOMOPHOBIC!” Remusscreeches.

Virgil just shakes his head andcontinues wiping down the wall.

For the next couple of minutes helistens to the two of them talk behind him. Patton continues to try to reasonwith Remus, and Remus continues to be unreasonable. Same song and dance asevery day.

But then Remus yells something thatsticks with Virgil.

“This place is a prison!” hebemoans. “Give me back my freedom, George Washington!”

And it’s kinda funny and Remus’sstyle of random and dramatic, but …

This place is aprison.

Maybe. In some ways.

Like the small cell-like rooms.

Or not being allowed to leave for manyof those who lived here.

Seeing the same faces day in andday out.

Always having eyes on you, watchingeverything you do.

But for the most part?

You didn’t have to worry if yourcellmate would strangle you in your sleep.

Or keeping your head down in thecafeteria, because last time you made eye contact with someone they took it asa challenge.

Or choosing to forsake personalhygiene just so you wouldn’t leave yourself open to being cornered in theshowers.

The way they’d size you up quick aspredator or prey, and God help you if they thought of you as the latter.

As scared shitless as Virgil hadbeen, crying into his pillow almost every night because it was always so coldand the thin standard blanket did nothing to fight the chill…

Virgil had never in his life had toact so tough and mean. He learned to spit his words harshly enough to makeothers second guess their assumptions of an easy target. He hissed and bit anyhand that tried to touch him.

Virgil doesn’t realize at first,but he has stopped cleaning up Remus’s mess.

His hand lingers, rag pressedagainst the wall until it drags down and lays limply. 

He stares, and while the beigepaint brings warmth to the room, it somehow fades to the steel gray he had tosee day after day.

Distantly he hears voices behindhim, but they become a muted hum, like the echoes from down the row of cells.He can hear footsteps, the guards pacing up the corridor.

“Virgil?”

A hand on his shoulder.

It burns like acid.

Virgil’s entire body tenses up, alive wire ready to strike but his vision’s gone all tunnel-y and he can’t seewhere the enemy is.

“Virgil. Virgil, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t. Touch. Me,” Virgil pushesthe words out with all the effort it takes to move a car out of a muddy bank.

He’s just now catching on thatmaybe he’s having a panic attack, but that doesn’t stop it from happening. Ifanything, it just makes it worse and he struggles to decipher past frompresent. It all muddles together, and he can’t move, can’t turn his head, can’tstop staring at the gray—brown—gray wall.

“Don’t touch me,” Virgil saysagain, breath kicking into a concerning pace. “Don’t touch me, don’t touch me,don’t ever fucking touch me.”

All at once the hand is gone.

The burn of acid remains.

Patton is at a complete loss.

Virgil was fine just a minute ago.

But then he’d gotten quiet— which wasn’tunlike him, ya know? But he hadn’t responded to either of them when spoken todirectly, and that definitely was unlike him.

So Patton tried to get hisattention, thinking maybe he’d been lost in thought.

He’d never seen Virgil’s eyes sowide and terrified.

And his shoulders, they startedmoving up and down as his breathing shallowed out.

And his words—so aggressive thatPatton genuinely believed for a second that Virgil was one second away fromlashing out at him.

Patton keeps his hands to himselfafter that, but he lingers beside Virgil, reluctant to leave him likethis—whatever this is.

Is he angry at Patton? Upset withwhat they were talking about? Patton begs Virgil to tell him what’s going on,but it’s like Virgil can’t even hear him.

“Just keep talking to him,” Remussuggests.

“It’s not working though,” Pattonsays, voice dripping with worry. Virgil’s really starting to edge towardshyperventilating. An allergic reaction? But Virgil has never mentioned—and hehasn’t eaten anything recently—

“What’s going on here?” Dee asks,poking his head in.

Virgil can hear him at the doorway,kind of like in an out of body sort of way.

He’s never had a freak out this badaround them—had been so proud of himself for making it this long.

Now their eyes are on him, andVirgil feels their pinprick gazes stabbing into the back of his neck. The panicramps up another couple of notches.

Patton looks pleadingly at Dee.“He’s—he’s having some kind of attack. I don’t know what happened.”

“Oh shit,” Dee says eloquently.

For all that Dee oozes confidenceand spins pretty words, comforting an emotionally distressed rival is kinda outof his range of specialties. He stands there, slack-jawed and hesitating.

That won’t do at all.

“Just fucking talk to him,” Remussays bitingly and gets up from his bed.

He ambles over to Virgil and pullsa chair up close enough to him but far away enough to not startle him.

Virgil startles anyway.

“Whatever you’re seeing, kid, it’snot real,” Remus tells him. His eyes are bright and mad and clever. “They wantyou to think it’s real, and yeah okay, it was real at some point, wasn’t it? Butit’s not anymore. You’re not there. It’s over. You can come out now.”

It takes a minute, and Virgilshudders, and tears are streaming down his face.

But he’s listening.

Remus leans forward, elbows proppedon his knees. “You’re safe now. They already did the hurting. So tell them togo fuck themselves. They don’t get to touch you anymore.”

Virgil slows to a calm.

He feels numb.

Drained.

But the walls have stopped crushinghim and he can breathe again.

“Better?” Patton asks from theother side of him. He never left his side for a moment.

Virgil nods jerkily, unable to talkat the moment.

“Need anything? Water? Anything?”

Virgil takes too long to think,thoughts sluggish.

“Let’s go talk to Logan!” Remusblurts out.

He hops out of his chair andmotions for Virgil to stand. Noticeably, he doesn’t try touching Virgil. Heholds out his hand in offer if Virgil needs help standing up.

“His nerdy talk can bore you rightto sleep. Let’s go, Emo. Upsy-daisy.”

Virgil takes his hand and stands.

He hesitates, gesturing at the wallas if to say, “But I still need to clean it up.”

Remus waves his concern off. “Don’tworry about that. Dee will clean it up. Dee loves cleaning up mymesses.”

Dee gives him a dark look butdoesn’t say anything. He stands aside and lets the two of them leave the room,Remus guiding a quiet Virgil by the hand.

Patton remains, though he staresafter them. “I’m still not sure what happened. He was fine and then … Iguess something must have triggered it.”

Dee shrugs, rubbing his glovedhands together self-consciously. “Everyone has their own demons.”

And when Remus had seen Virgildescend into the madness of memory, like had recognized like.

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