#maybe he gets to keep that Im just not sure how he'd carry it around lol

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Could we get some sex hcs for Dutch, John, Charles, and Arthur (maybe even both sides of the honor spectrum) for how they are in bed and what kinks you think they'd have?

Kinks HC

(Dutch Van Der Linde, John Marston, Charles Smith, Arthur Morgan)

Warnings: smut, size kink, mommy kink, lactation kink, foot fetish, bdsm dynamics, daddy kink, sadomasochism, asphyxiation

Arthur Morgan

Size kink for sure

If you're especially smaller compared to him it drives him crazy

Would use his strength to his advantage and carry you while y'all fuck

Pins you down with his weight, holds you in place, carries you around, etc

Grips the head board...

Has probably broken a bed or two

High honor would mean he'd be a lot more considerate of your pleasure and what you want. Much gentler and passionate. Sex with high honor Arthur would feel a lot more like love making, but if you have requests for something a little rougher he'll indulge you in that. He'd be mindful of his size relative to you but it'd still be a huge turn on for him

Much like with high honor, low honor Arthur would also find a huge turn on in the size difference. Though he'd be a lot more selfish with pleasure. Not to say he wouldn't keep your enjoyment in mind, but he'd always get his nut in no matter what. One way or another. Also this man FUCKS, not necessarily makes love. Rough as hell and he finds enjoyment in your debauched flace and pleads. Will probably mock your moans for enjoyment.

John Marston

I said it before. Mommy kink. Let me elaborate.

Definitely a tits man, so he'd probably have a lactation kink too. Would beg to suck on your breasts when you're pregnant. Handles your chest like they're some treasure he needs to be careful with.

Aboslutely awestruck by the way your breasts increase in size throughout your pregnancy.

Gets antsy and hot and bothered whenever you lactate through your shirt.

Practically BEGS on his KNEES just to get a taste

As for the mommy kink, this is when he's submissive in bed

Probably likes it when you're rough on him when you're domming

I'm talking hair pulling, slapping, ordering him around

Calls you mommy the entire time and tries to get a nipple in his mouth whenever he can

Motherless behavior

Also feet, but that's a fetish. I can just see him frequently asking for foot jobs.

Charles Smith

I feel like he'd be pretty vanilla, but he'd still be flexible depending on what you like and what he's willing to do

One of the things he'd be more willing to do is asphyxiation. A gentle squeeze of your neck to putting you in a choke hold while he flexes

Is iffy about it but once he sees your red face and your eyes roll back he's all for it

Also praise! Any form of positive reinforcement in the bed room is a green flag for him.

Uses the most gentle and flowery words to take and make you feel comfortable

BRO JUST IMAGINE HIM SAYING "Good girl" IN HIS VOICE IM DECEASED

Also wouldn't mind letting you dom him once in a while. Would be down to be tied up. Thinks the trust aspect that comes with it is super attractive.

Dutch Van Der Linde

Roleplay 100%. Think it's fun to pretend to be other people. Supplies costumes, jewelry, props, anything to make it more realistic. Will even do location changes for it.

Wants to be called sir during sex, any other title or name and he'll view it as deserving of punishment

Brat taming, so be as bratty and bitchy as you want, he'll find a way to break you

Likes blindfolds, gags, bondage, leather

I can also see him pouring candle wax on you. Gets a rise out of inflicting these things on you

Likes to command you to do things such as laying down, spreading your legs, getting on yout knees, etc...

He sets the scene and everything, rose petals, candles inside his tent, slow music, he puts thought into EVERY detail

Now that I think about it maybe a daddy kink. For times when he's feeling dirtier and rougher he'll want you to call him daddy.

Thinks its so scandalous and it makes him feel so giddy

[freyito]

Since Halloween is coming up, can you write headcannons on how the lin kuei trio (Bihan, Smoke and Kaui Liang) would be if they went to a scary attraction with their s/o?

im on a ROLL with these fluff prompts, like i actually love them all sm, please keep requesting them!!!! i love writing for the lin kuei trio especiallllyyyyyy. ALSO CAN HALLOWEEN COME AROUND FASTER??? THE HEATS BARLEY DIED DOWN, I WANNA DRESS GOOD

cw: fluff, gn reader, clowns, proofread

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴ ᴋᴜᴇɪ ᴛʀɪᴏ + ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

Tomas...

is lowkey terrified. Johnny put him up to this. Told him it'd make you two closer. He said it's a really good bonding experience. And Tomas believed him. Johnny didn't lie, but Tomas just didn't know it would be this scary. Yeah, he's seen worse, he's a ninja, after all. But something about clowns... eugh. It will always be the clowns that get such a visceral reaction from him. He'll flinch, get all close to you, and maybe even hide behind you. You'll hear all sorts of Czechian swears under his breath, Jdi do hajzlu, while he holds onto your shoulders. You'd think, for a hunter and a ninja he'd be a lot less skittish, but Tomas insists it's simply just scary. However, if you're skittish too, Tomas will try and be calm for you. He likes being your protector, I mean, that's what he, as a Lin Kuei Ninja, is in essence. It's just hard to uphold that kind of façade when there are so many clowns lurking about, with their evil giggles and horrible face paint.

Bi-Han...

doesn't understand the appeal. He isn't really phased. But, he's so sure that Johnny had a hand in this. He doesn't even flinch, not when those clowns Tomas hates jumps out at him, when the zombies groan at him, or even when those fake serial killers rev their chainsaws at him. Because of this, some of the scare actors have decided to make Bi-Han a personal target, some even placed bets on him. And a lot of them have realized that maybe the one on his arm is the key to scaring him. Not like he'll let that happen. He quite enjoys the fact that you're clinging to him, squeezing his bicep and all. Now Bi-Han knows you feel safe with him, even if it's against some phony scare actor. Truth be told, he enjoys having you like this. Not that he's going to tell you that. Once Bi-Han catches onto the scare actors game with you, he makes it his personal mission to foil their plans. Yes, he enjoys having you use him as your shield, but he isn't gonna let those actors use you as leverage. So he buys you the no-scare lanyard. And if you refuse to wear it, he will. Proudly. Not like the actors have scared him yet, anyways.

Kuai Liang...

loves haunted attractions of any sort. He's a little bit of an adrenaline junkie. He loves getting scared, his favorite things are usually the actors up on stilts. And the bonus of holding you close, feeling like your knight in shining armor. Kuai Liang loves throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in, especially when you find yourself hiding behind him. Bonus points if he gets to pull you even closer when one of the actors jumps out at you. Kuai Liang likes to get you to face your fears, even if they're your temporary fears. Doesn't mean he'll force you to do something you don't want to, but he likes the thrill of it and he hopes you will too. Kuai Liang will even carry you, if you so wish. He really can't get enough of the attractions, and normally you and him are there until it's closed. He actually kind of mourns when it closes. But hey, as long as you enjoyed it as much as he does, he leaves happy.

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[cosmicstarlatte]

Your blog and headcanons are living in my brain since i got here, and i just want to say, thank you, i love your work 💕 also, i saw this in other posts (i was in the monster fucker side and end up in the lover side, but im not complaining) about demon relantionship dynamics and i have a question, who of the demons do you think would use an accesory made of something of MC?

TW: blood and hair being used as accesory, demon dynamic being a little disturbing.

Like imagine if with magic MC (safelly) could make jewells with their blood, or in a more victorian way, maybe a bracelet with a lock of their hair. In my mind there would be Satan and Barbatos who have the jewellry always on them but are discret, and then there is Mammon and Asmo who show whatever MC gave them with pride.

Thank you so much anon!!!♡ It's messages like these that keep me motivated, I'm honored!!! 🥰 I hope you don't mind I changed it to just items with blood 😎 I was gonna keep this short originally but ended up getting carried away. This was seriously SO fun to write! I rly think they all would!

Giving Them An Item With Your Blood (Obey Me!)

Tags: Blood, Fluff, Demon Bros, Barb, Dia, GN!Reader, HCs

Lucifer: "Hm? It's from ___."

If someone happens to catch a rare glance at it & are curious enough to ask, he has no problem proudly answering he got the bloody vial necklace from you. He's not shy or ashamed about it, but prefers to keep it between you & him. It usually stays well hidden behind his high collared shirts. Sometimes when he's at home in his office & shirt unbuttoned, he will fidget around with it while doing paperwork. He loves it but won't ever tell you or anyone else how very attached to it he is. ♡

Mammon: "This one!? Not up for betting, scram!"

When isn't Mammon flashy??? The day you gave him the ring filled with some of your blood was basically the day you got married (in his mind) & he went around showing everyone. Of course some of his buddies asked if he'd bet it for a chance at clearing his debt but even that's one bet Mammon refused. He has a ritual of kissing his ring everyday, he thinks of it as his good luck charm even when he's actually having a bad day. He makes you kiss it to add extra luck (love) to it too. ♡

Levi: "I will guard this with my life."

Let's be honest, he doesn't care what it is & would wear/take whatever you give him. Your hairbrush? He will cuddle it.

When you presented him a blood vial bracelet, he got all teary eyed & nearly fainted from excitement. It easily became his most prized possession, he takes such good care of it. He wears it openly & you can see him fidget around with it when he gets anxious. Sometimes he will lightly rub or hold it against his cheek, calming him down when he's overwhelmed. ♡

Satan: "That's what you get for touching things that aren't yours."

His smile was radiant, blinding. Satan's gift is unique just like him & he appreciates the thoughtfulness of a handmade blood infused bookmark. It's one he takes care of & makes sure it doesn't get lost in the mess of his room. He did curse it (you'll get a hand burn) so no one else can touch it except you & him. From time to time he gets distracted by it when reading. He wants to ask if you'll attach a blood charm to the end of it too. ♡

Asmo: "My outfit isn't complete until I put this on!"

He squealed, cried, & wouldn't let you go for the entire day after gifting him the little box of jewelry. He went on to rub it in everyone's faces & showed it off on all his socials. The main gift was a gorgeous charm, the blood swirled, glittering inside. You made sure he could pop the charm into the ring, necklace, or bracelet you also gave him in the box. He was impressed you went to such lengths just so he could always choose how to wear it each day. Even if it was a single piece though, he would've worn it no matter what, even if it "clashed" with his outfit. ♡

Beel & Belphie: "We promise to never take it off." "You promise too ___!"

The twins immediately pulled you into bed & cuddled with you, happily accepting their gifts. You gave each a pendant, a sun for Beel & a moon for Belphie, the middle of each pendant holding your precious red liquid. You even got a star pendant for yourself to match with them although your pendant remained empty; something they noticed quickly. They happily offered up their own blood; they never minded sharing as long as it's with you. ♡♡

Barbatos: "I'm...at a loss for words, thank you."

He kissed your cheek before turning his attention to the golden pocket watch you gave him. He handled it delicately, admiring the ancient designs etched onto it before opening it. It was a gorgeous watch, one of the inner side walls swirled beautifully with your blood. He enjoyed the hidden surprise inside for his eyes only. Truly, he was moved by your gift & made a mental note to give you something in return. ♡

Diavolo: "An absolute treasure this is."

He gave you a tight hug, nearly cutting your air supply off. He's received many gifts throughout the years but the custom pen you gave him was now at the top of the list. Only a see-through compartment of the pen held your blood, floating around. The actual ink inside the pen was regular but refillable for permanent use. He found himself smiling a little more even when filling out the piles of paperwork on his desk. It also finally fixed his habit of losing pens, making sure he always has it on him for quick signing (& Barbatos thanks you for it). ♡

Also I like to think that if they really miss you, they'll hold their object close to their nose to get a whiff of your scent ♡ alakskfgllsskfkg

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[erwinsvow]

you write rafe so good and like you get me like sometimes i’m reading and i’m like “how’d they know😦” so HEAR ME OUT lifeguard!reader (bc i’m a lifeguard at a few country clubs) and i think rafe would be drooling and kelce and top would make fun of him and they’d like break all the rules like back flipping off the diving board just to get readers attention

oh my god first of all i completely adore you!! im so glad yess we must be little brain twins <3 i would love to know which parts made you think that! but here is the best i could come up with for a lifeguard au which is soooo cute but imagine.. its a pogue reader...

rafe knows every pretty girl who frequents the country club, he's made a point of making sure he does. so a fresh face in the crowd stands out pretty easily, especially one like yours.

you're pretty without trying, hair tugged behind you in a ponytail and a simple red one piece, the bottoms covered with denim shorts. it's not the usual kind of outfit for the club, but maybe you're headed out by the pool or something.

he can only see you from the back, though when you turn around, he sees the white cross on the front of your swimsuit. then he sees the boy in matching red trunks next to you, the whistle around your necks and a little first-aid box in your hands. a hot life guard, it doesn't get much more stereotypical than that.

you look around the club, following the boy who can only be giving you a tour of the facilty, with curious eyes like you've never been here before. it's only then a comment from top snaps him into a frankly startling realization.

"can't believe they hire pogues for this shit. wouldn't be surprised if shit started going missing by the pool deck."

rafe thinks normally he'd throw another line in, laugh at what top's saying, but he can't find it in him today. so he keeps watching, the sweet way you smile at a little girl who stopped you to ask for a bandaid, the way you nod while taking in something else in your training.

"alright. you've been staring at that pogue girl for twenty minutes. what gives?" kelce asks finally, after rafe ignores what they've been saying to him for the third time.

"huh?" he snaps back, tearing eyes away from you to look at his idiot friends.

"don't tell me you got hots for the lifeguard. what're you, thirteen?" they laugh, but rafe doesn't.

"shut up." he stands, downing the rest of his drink. "m'goin' to the pool. you loser can come and shut up or stay here and yap."

when he finally gets out there, you've shed the shorts, looking over the kiddie section of the pool with a watchful eye, taking the responsibility of watching brats seriously. he doesn't hesitate, jumping into the deep end with a huge splash, one that gets your attention.

you walk over, making sure whoever that was didn't just fall in, when two boys yell over.

"hey! lifeguard! our friend needs help!" you turn to look back at the boy who's been training you, wondering if you should dive in or wait since you're still in training, when you hear them again.

"not him! you! in the red. hurry!" you don't hesitate, though you're confused, jumping straight in and swimming over to the boy. he doesn't look like he needs help, in fact, he looks like he's floating.

"um, excuse me-" that's all you get out when you get close to him, because he scoops you up like he's rescuing you, carrying you out of the pool like a bride. you kick your feet, yelling out. "hey! put me down! you're not even drowning!"

he sets you down, and you wipe your face, staring up at pretty blue eyes and an arrogant face, once you recognize, one that your best friends hate.

"oh. you. i should have known."

"me? yeah, heard about me, have you? only good things, i hope."

"yeah, no. what the fuck was all that? i thought you were drowning."

"yeah, i was. thanks for the help." confused, soaking wet, and not appreciating his two little sidekicks snickering behind you, you try to get away, when rafe follows.

"so, uh, how long you been working here?"

"it's my first day."

"yeah, i thought so. i never forget a pretty face, so-"

"are you serious?"

"dead serious. and yours is definitely pretty."

"rafe," you say, leaning in closer so he can hear you clearly. "stop hitting on me. i have to work. some of us actually have to work."

"know my name already, huh? what else have you heard-" you roll your eyes, he laughs.

"i heard you're a good swimmer," you say, taking another step closer.

"yeah. from who?"

"i don't know. i'm about to find out." with one hand, you push his chest, and he falls backwards into the pool, the water splashing around your feet. you laugh, watching him bob in the pool, his friends laughing too. "good talk. hope we never speak again."

rafe gets out of the pool, pushing his wet hair back. he calls out after you.

"yeah we'll see about that."

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Tangerine eating the reader out.

that’s it that’s the whole thing.

im gonna give you a few (many) thots, instead if that's okay, just as I have lots of these on my page and there are only so many ways to write about it😭😭😭

filth under cut, 605 // mdni

so first things first...

he's a giver!! huge giver. sure he likes to receive, but nowhere near as much as he loves to give

he's such a MUNCH and loves nothing more than to be between your thighs. could spend an hour or two with his face trapped between your legs, just sucking and licking. he absofuckinglutely loves your taste and cannot get enough

sometimes if you're doing a mundane activity or just doing something around the house, he asks if he can eat you out. like he needs it to keep him going. so for that reason, he's eaten you out in almost every spot in the house!! .. dining table, sofa, kitchen counter, his office, stairs, by the front door, car (ik its not inside the house, just go with it) 

he'd drop to his knees in an instant if you said yes. kinda imagine him like a dog on a lead for his girl. he's completely whipped for her (or at least I like to think) he'd probs kiss you for saying yes then kneel (omg)🫡

though it would depend on the mood of it- if it was more lovely dovey, he'd work you up for a bit- kissing your thighs, teasing you, maybe a bit of worshipping before tongue to pussy contact. but if you were in the kitchen he'd kneel down. dragging down your bottoms and just go straight in. he's adaptable afterall ;)

if he had a bad day, he's eating you out. if he's bored, he's eating you out. BUT, if YOU had a bad day- best believe he's eating you out. if you get home stressed and frustrated, he's got you on the sofa within seconds, legs spread with his face between. he makes you talk about your day while he’s lapping you up. you have to tell him what's bothering you - (he LOVES when you stutter and struggle to think of the words <3) it makes him feel like he's helping you forget (but dw, he'd still listen to you properly after!!)

he knows where the clit is, I mean look at him. he knows how to get you off. he can make you squirt (if you wanted to)

tan + tongue finger combo = a really fucking good time

also also!! he wants you to sit on his face, plain and simple. he doesn't care how heavy you are- just wants your pussy on his face anyway he can get it

i gotta stop omg, but a few more!! forgive me!!

he's not afraid to get messy

gets REAL into it, squeezes your thighs, hips, waist, tummy, tits (he reaches up to grab them😖)

he loves when you get sensitive and clamp your thighs, it squishes his head and he loves it!!! he def tries to rip your thighs back open, holding them and hooking his arms under

he spits your slick back on you and laps it up again <3 

he gets so HARD eating you out. maybe he came a couple times... UNTOUCHED !! (omg) 🫠

he loves when you cum on his tongue 

if his tongues inside, the tip of his nose is pressed against your clit

he's down for period oral if you are. will help clean you beforehand and then just flick at your clit with his tongue, maybe fingers hooked inside, pumping you. he’s covered in blood a lot of the time so he has no problem if you don’t

okay that's enough bc I will never stop if I carry on. mrs red is visiting, if you hadn't noticed by my brainrot and inability to stop 😔

[yandere-sins]

Im loving this naga stuff sm omg and it’s got me thinking.

What if they were to leave reader for a few minutes, only for someone to find them and maybe try and take them back? Or them just talking to the reader in general

Had an idea for a scenario with Ghost! Thanks for requesting ^-^

Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Attempted Non-Con), Violence (Death of minor character, Brutal Death), Monsters

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"Thank-- Thanks!"

You barely had the breath to utter a word, but neither did your savior, coughing and panting in front of you. If it hadn't been for the fact that you two were racing through the forest mindlessly, "escaping" being the drive to keep you running, you might have expressed your thankfulness a little more. This had to do for now. Even though you two still weren't in the comfort of a town with big, sturdy walls and guards with weapons, you had gotten quite far in your mad dash through the thicket, every inch away from the hell that was the lair you had been kidnapped to, feeling like you were finally free.

"Thank you so much!" you croaked, your voice hoarse and your mouth dry despite sweating profusely. "You can't imagine," you added, swallowing hard as your throat stung. "That monster in the woods... that... snake... it captured me and held me there for some reason. I wouldn't have been able to escape without you!"

The man—a hunter or soldier, you reckoned, considering he knew the forest so well—waved his hand dismissively, stretching out his back and taking deep breaths, collecting himself. 

"Please, anyone would help when they found someone in such a dire situation as you were," he comforted you. You tried to smile through the pain aching through your whole body, the impromptu workout rattling every bone after weeks of being carried around and doing nothing.

Steadily, the man was regaining his composure, so you tried your best to keep up, not wanting to look lousy in front of your savior. He looked around, scanning the area, before pointing his finger somewhere further south and turning towards you. "There's a hut just a few minutes from here. It's getting dark, and we should stay out of sight in case we're being followed. What do you say?"

Gulping, you wished his suggestion had been more like, "The city is just a few more steps from here. Let's take shelter behind a safe stone wall full of guards and trained soldiers to protect you." Then again, you wouldn't be as ungrateful to his efforts as to suggest you two kept going until you could truly settle into the safety and protection of civilization. You didn't want to stay one more night out in the forest, but a hut sounded better than to be found wandering out and about in his habitat.

There was a lot to unpack, and you weren't sure if you'd ever get over what happened to you. Still, when your savior closed the wooden door, drew the curtains over the windows, and handed you a blanket to bundle up, you felt like the first step towards healing had been made. A fire might have given away your presence, so you wrapped the blanket tightly around you. However, it was barely enough to cover everything, your legs sticking out if you didn't pull them against your chest.

It wasn't comfy or warm, but it was the first time you truly realized you made it out. Things had been rough living with that thing. People would call your stories crazy if you talked about a strong half-man, half-snake, feeding you raw meat and occasionally fruits while keeping you coiled in his tail. They'd think you'd gone mad if you told them about the white, skull-like marks on his body and face or how he'd bury his face in the crook of your neck, jittering happily. The worst part was that he couldn't speak to you, even though you thought he tried a few times, but there were no words spoken between you two ever. You couldn't explain his intentions or thoughts to anyone, not even yourself.

For a while, you two sat in silence, breaths calming down. The man handed you some dried meat and his water flask, sharing what little he had, and you gobbled it up with your gratitude, thanking him again and again. You could feel him watching you, even through the darkness inside the hut, but you thought nothing of it. He must have been concerned for this stranger he found in a ditch, hidden away, crying and begging for help when he passed by accidentally and took them on a run through the thicket. All while they kept whining about some monster kidnapping them. It sounded crazed and suspicious even to you, but you were glad he listened to his heart and helped you despite the wild story behind your misery.

"Thank you so much," you mumbled again, unable to stop thanking him. Tears welled up in your eyes as the realization of your escape settled further, something you had started to fear wouldn't ever be possible after so many days spent with the monster. You sobbed quietly as the relief washed over you in big waves, wishing you could stop and not look so pathetic in front of a stranger. However, he put his arm around your shoulder, drawing you into his chest, and you could no longer hold back your ugly crying.

It felt good to be held again in a warm embrace, hands patting your head, your back. It was different from the claws and scales, the sensations only ever bringing you terror. Instead, you were comforted by the humanness of the kind stranger, so much better than what you had come to know from the monster. Palms rubbed soothing circles between your shoulder blades, and arms that were strong but not as firm as your captors hugged you tenderly. His touch warmed all of your back, fingers slowly dipping lower, massaging the soreness in your muscles until they ended up above your ass, making you jolt.

"Sorry," you apologized, wiping your eyes as you tried to slide away, thinking it was a mistake where his hand landed. However, the arm around your shoulder didn't budge as you tried to slip out, his other hand creeping up your leg instead, brushing aside the blanket.

"I don't mind," the stranger muttered, leaning forward. His nose brushed against your hair, and you heard him taking a deep breath, inhaling your scent that you didn't even want to know what it smelled like. Immediately, goosebumps erupted all over you, your body tensing under his touch as you turned stiff as a board.

"How about you thank me some other way since we'll be stuck here together all night? Let's take some of that tension off you, shall we?"

You could hear the disgusting grin on the man's lips and knew exactly what he was suggesting. Your eyes darted to the door, knowing where it was even in the darkness. Only a small bolt locked it from the inside, and as the stranger's hand crept higher on your thigh, fingers pressing and massaging the flesh, you were planning your way out frantically. The sound of him letting out a long, satisfied sigh was enough to finally put your plans into action while you were filled with disgust.

"Please stop!" you pleaded, pressing your hands to his chest. Still hoping to find reason within him. You cursed the monster for actively encouraging you to do as good as nothing while it had captured you, all your muscles seemingly evaporated as you couldn't even push him an inch away from you.

"Come on, don't I deserve a reward?"

"No! Not like this, please! I don't want that!"

"Don't be like that now! I helped you, didn't I?"

Panic made your blood pound in your mind, pumping you full of adrenaline that you thought had all been emptied out while you ran from your captor. You hadn't realized the man's thoughts, disgusting, vile, and opportunistic, no different from the monster you were with before. But if you had to choose, you chose neither.

Luck was in your favor, and as the man tried to topple you over, the barely helpful blanket gave you a chance to slide out from under him, your nails scratching over the floor as you got to your feet, dashing towards the door. He tried to get up after you, though he wasn't as quick and found less hold on the ground, so you had time to find and unbolt the lock with shaky hands; your breath uneven as you tore open the door and ran into the dark night.

The small clearing before the hut was eerily quiet, but with your blood rushing in your ears, you didn't notice the absence of sounds. Unfortunately, that was also where you ran out of luck, your foot getting stuck on a root, tripping you over badly.

"Come back here, you idiot!" the stranger whisper-yelled after you. On one hand, he had a point: neither of you should be out at this hour, causing a ruckus. But you were way past reason as you knew that going back there would mean he'd do something to you, one way or another. You had escaped one monster, but your fellow human was no better than one. Different, yet just as harmful.

"It was just a joke! Come back here right now! You're getting us--"

His voice was cut off, and you didn't hear his steps behind you anymore, confusion forcing you to look back over your shoulder as you stumbled to your feet. Clouds seemed to break open at the exact moment that you looked at him, letting the moonlight through as you found your footing in a daze, furrowing your brows as you noticed the stranger not staring at you.

His mouth hung open, head tilted back, his eyes wide and filled with unimaginable terror. You were appalled yet intrigued by what he saw when your body crashed into a wall, the unmistakable feeling of scales rubbing over your skin. There was nowhere to run as the elongated body you knew too well started to wrap and tighten around you, a large hand sinking to your back, its palm covering it protectively, keeping you pressed against the monster you initially ran from, his black scales enveloping you in darkness.

"It's- It's real," the man mumbled, his voice turning into yelling as he continued in a ramble, "It's real! It's actually real!"

All you could do was shiver as you heard the man laugh manically behind you. As if he hadn't believed you until he saw the monster you had described. You didn't know what was better: running away alone, staying with the beast, or being with the stranger. Every one of these options made your gut churn. How did he even find you? How could he catch up so quickly despite you two running all day? When you ran out of the hut, you hadn't even seen a shadow, much less a body, so where had the monster come from? 

The creature leaned down, his humanoid upper body hovering over you, palm pressing you against him a little more. And in what you could only describe as monstrous comfort, you felt a rumble go through him, soft and even, his thumb brushing over your back. It was different from the comforting touch of the stranger, but no less ill-willed and a lure into more danger. Even when the monster tried to seem less like the bad guy, you knew it was far from the truth. The trust he attempted to pull out from your subconscious as he protected you, was misplaced and unwarranted. His hands were cold, his body abnormally. Like a ghost, sending shivers down your spine and spooking you to your very core. 

Behind its purr and comfort, he was still a monster.

You gasped and flinched—hard—when you heard his tail slam into the ground, the maniacal laughter dying instantly and being replaced by the cracking of bones and splashing of flesh. You didn't dare to look back, couldn't stomach a glance at the dead body smashed into pulp behind you.

Even when the monster picked you up, your arms wrapping around his thick neck instinctively as you had so many times before, your mind ordered you to be compliant, but you couldn't stop shivering. You didn't want to submit to the monster, nor did you want to end up smashed and dead as well. Just like before, you cried into the shoulder of your savior pitifully as he carried you back into the dark forest, clawing onto you and not giving you the same lucky chance to slide out of his grasp.

He carried you for a long time at a leisure place, ducking under branches and brushing away thorny bushes, and only then did you realize how far you had come—how close you were to escaping the creature. The despair tore your sanity into pieces. He had no hurry while carrying you back, but when he sunk underground, the moonlight fading from your sight, you knew it was hopeless.

The monster laid you down into soft furs, the darkness surrounding you a familiar threat, forcing you to experience every touch and every sound much more intense than before. It had never spoken to you in all the time you two were together, but it didn't let you forget it was there. His face rubbed against yours, tongue lapping at the pulse in your throat, and he purred and hummed, his tail coiling around your leg, scales scrapping over your skin.

He rested his face against your throat, taking a deep, audible breath, and you thought back to the man who had tried to save you, doing the same. Monsters, you thought. Monsters, all of them.

"M-- Mhm--" you suddenly heard, feeling the vibration in the creature's chest, and you held your breath, the sound almost familiar, like a voice.

"Mat-- Ma-tsss--" Slowly, the pronunciation got clearer, strained and uncanny as it was, followed by a hissing sound. You couldn't help the goosebumps on your skin, the scales tightening around you as they felt the change, imprisoning your limbs while the monster kept trying to speak in an unfamiliar tongue.

You saw the glint of his eyes hovering above you, something dripping down onto your cheek. You had no way of knowing what it was, but by the sounds of straining, you guessed it was drool as the monster tensed and flexed his jaw for more mobility. You could only stare in wonder and fear alike.

"Wha-- What?" you uttered, confused and agitated by the whole situation, frightened and unsure what to make of it.

"Mi-- Mine," it finally stammered out, and time seemed to halt as you stared, bewildered. It had never said a coherent word to you, much less did you think it understood your talking. But as the darkness and silence carried one, he repeated it, and you felt like, finally, everything was beginning to make sense.

"Mate. Mine."

[junepingu]

Adam x reader (hazbin hotel)

How you two met

Headcanons:

¦ First part ¦

The time that you passed with Adam were now really less than the first times, he noticed that and tried to cheer you up in every way, but he had an big... BIG ego, so that means that in public mostly and in private he was more Attached to you, he made more maschilist jokes and at the same time gave you a lot of gifts, you were going crazy...

Even if you didn't noticed that but he was really afraid of you in every way, your beautiful hair and your beautiful eyes that always looked up at him when he get closer, your wings that twich every time that he put a hand on you or just innocently Pinch your cheek to annoyed you, all of that big carcather that he has to carry on is just because his in reality very selfconscious, he never had more than two Women, ève and lilith that left him for lucifer.. After that he just tried to became stronger even if he liked someone he couldn't just show it as a normal person do, unfortunately...

One day he wanted to finally ask you out for real this time, so he prepared with the help of Lute a love letter, "looks like a child made this sir" Lute said smirking a bit "OH FUCK YOU LUTE! Im trying here bitch!", a little plushie that looked... Like him because when he was at work he thought that you would be alone for long so with that you would feel... Always.. his presence.. And a ring... The best part... It was a bright one.. Brought for This occasion, he was really anxious...

He was all prepared and wanted then to find you and make you the biggest happy person alive, he wanted to love you every day and make you feel alive... But... You weren't always around... Or maybe you weren't around as you used to.

He noticed that you tried always to walk away If by pure chance he crosses paths with you changed your path, at first he thought it was a coincidence but as he went on he understood that you wanted to move away, why? Why you too? What had he done wrong?... He didn't know but after some time he finally found you and wanted to confront you and understand what was going on...

He found you in the library of the church where all of angels and part of Heaven go to study.

Your paranoia was getting bigger and bigger, "why me?"... "surely he'll just want to use me"... "he's not what you think, he doesn't really love you, he's Adam the first man on heart, every girl are on his knees for him he'd never choose someone like me"...

Adam Fly all the way here and decided to talk with you, obviusly with his style, he entered the library and took a look around, you were obviusly sitting in a table in the corner alone.

He stare at you for a moment and decided to make his entrance "hey bitch what's up with you? You know who i am? You can't just disappear like that", he talked a little too much loud even because someone turned around and stare at you two in a pissed way, you were in a public library After all.

You just stopped reading and were surprised by his presence, he was now towering you with a hand on the table and the other pointed at you, you shush him and You pull it to a more secluded place, "h-hey what the fuck!" you finally looked at him in the eyes and spoke and a trembling sigh came out of your mouth "listen Adam... First of all you can't enter a library like that, and second of all why are you here? Don't you have something better to do?" he looked at you confused and a grin appered on his lips "ohh~ your cunt is in a bad mood today? I can fix that you know Im famous for my to-" you didn't let him finish and started to feel tears coming from your eyes "ENOUGH!" he froze "why you keep doing this?? Why?" your face was turning red "doing what" he whispered a little taken back by your sudden reaction "you always try to flirt with me in some ways and then you treat me like Im just a piece of meat, why you always bother yourself with me uh? Why you can't just leave me, i know that you have millions of girls that maybe are better at that! But im not like one of them! And if you just wanted to be my friend just for that maybe... Im sorry but no... I dont want to continue like this.." a first tear came out.

He was shocked, what did he do wrong? Someone made you think like this? You liked someone else?, in his mind everything was running fast every possibility to understand your sudden reaction, he started to speak again "what.. What does that mean? I never did something like that!" he starting to raise his voice in irritation "i was always the one to make things for you! I always tried to make everything possible what the hell do you think bitch! Im fucking Adam! Im perfect! And you should just appreciate that i choose you!".

You couldn't believe it... He said that, he could have been with someone else if it was not for you... Now is clear... Tears were running down your red cheeks... "oh...so that's why..." you started to cry, he stare at you panicking, you couldn't read his face for the mask "Im just a second.... Or maybe a the last choice for you?"... Your face was now purple and your troath was burning, you could see only a blurry figure in front of you for how much tears were forming... "w-what n-" you didn't want to hear him and so you Fly away faster as you could, you just wanted to Return home and forget all of him...

He was paralyzed.. He didn't know what happened, He had come looking for you to take you out to eat and finally declare himself, and all after a flap of wings disappeared in a second... He was the wrong one? He was the one that made you soffer? How? What did he do wrong?

After that evening he went back home were Lute was waiting "sir how did it go?" he didn't respond and just went to bed, Lute remain a little by his attitude... "sir?" "Fuck off Lute!" she just followed him and sit down on the bed silent.

After a while he looked at her and in a angry and pissed way he storm out "what the hell did i say? Just go away bitch! Go away and leave me alone like the rest of the world!" the last part came out broken... Something broke inside of him... He didn't know what was happening but started to sob in his pillow... "DONT STARE AT ME BITCH! DON'T-.. DON'T LOOK AT ME" She was approaching to hug him, she didn't say anything, she knew that at any moment he would explode..

He was buffering in the pillow and suddenly felt warm, the arms of Lute were around him, he tried to pull away sobbing and pissed "DON'-DON'TOUCH ME... *sob* DON'T... don't..." he lets go and stays in the embrace, and he starts crying and venting about what happened

After he vent for like 2 Hours he stayed like that with tired eyes... "sir... You need to find her and tell her what you feel, but you have to put aside your ego" he just pull away and in a pissed way said "i dont have an ego! And i can't she don't want to see me again after what i did... What i did wrong?" he asked, "sir if i have to be sincere you are always a piece of shit, with every one, you want the attention but can't get Attached with someone because you are afraid you Will lose them.. It's not like this that life works, you need to stand up and finally accept what you are, you are not only Adam.. " he stare at her," yes i am only Adam, the fucking first man that give life to all of them why they can't accept it!", "sir... You are not only that, i observ when you talked with y/n how your face change and how nervous you become, how you want to surprise her with little hand gifts, but too afraid to recieve her compliments.... You are not only Adam.. You are a human sir...", he became flustered and embarassed by the exact description of himself "wherever bitch..." there was a moment of silence... "Lute...?" he whispered "do you think... That... Im in time to go and talk with her?".

Lute push him out of the window "FUCKING FLY FAST SIR" he then fuck her off but was excited scared and all type of emotions he can have and Fly to your house as fast as he can "please don't leave me y/n, please dont leave me y/n please dont leave me y/n".

He finally arrived... He was about to faint from how fast he went, while he was catching his breath he landed on your balcony, and knocked 5 Times, The fifth was a spasm of the lungs.

You were in your bedroom and started to take sleep when you heard 5 knocks on your window... You turn your head to see... "no.." Adam, you were a little susrpised but didn't want to open him, that would be rude so you stand up with a big groan and open slowly the window "what.." you asked in a cold tone.

This was all for the second part, i notice that you really liked the first so i thought that would be interesting put a little angst for this , if you want the third part let me know! Have a great day🫐

[imahinatjon]

MAYBE HEADCANONS OF BSD MEN OF YOUR CHOICE WITH A READER WHO HAS A DRASTICALLY LARGE HEIGHT DIFF? IM LIKE 4'8 SO YEAH :D

I am sorry this took so long lol. I've been ill since before my last post and have gotten myself a little throat paralysis demon.

Bsd characters x SHORT reader

I chose the characters that are tall? Or at least that I think are tall.

(Dazai + Sigma + Nikolai)

Dazai

• Dazai likes how tall- short you are. It cute.

• HOWEVER. He does have his complaints.

• It's not that sometimes you need him to reach things from higher off the shelf when at home or shopping. He's more than happy to do that.

• It's not that he has to bend slightly to kiss you

• It's the fact that he's forever loosing you in crowds.

You and Dazai were on a date when you went missing. Holding hands until suddenly he looked down and you weren't there. Now, he wasn't worried anyone had taken you... well, maybe a bit, but he was sure you could handle yourself. He just wasn't sure he couldn't handle it.

"You really ought to stop jumping to the worst conclusions" he jumped when he heard your voice, turning to see you standing right beside him once again

" just because you loose sight of me doesn't mean I've been kidnapped"

"Can never be too careful" he replied, reaching to hold your hand again so you could carry on.

Sigma

• So, your short. Okay. That's fine.

• Honestly, he doesn't get why it's an issue.

• He thinks it's cute. Also makes him feel useful when you can't reach things from higher shelves.

• He has the casino, and that's his life basically, but now he's also got you, and he'd like to keep it that way.

• Hence why he insists on reaching everything for you.

• It's not an issue, really! He likes seeing you safe, and not climbing precariously.

Sigma loves you, he really does, but sometimes your incredibly frustrating. He doesn't mind letting you wonder around the casino on your own, but what he does mind is when you get hurt walking around the casino alone... hes writing his lecture about climbing while he waits for you to come back. He's probably not the best person to be giving lectures, but there is literally no one else to do it.

You should he expecting a pretty little envelope on his desk addressed for you to read.

Nikolai

• Your his arm rest.

• Sorry but you are. There's no getting around it.

• Sometimes, when he's not even near you, you'll feel a pressure ontop of your head.

• So you look up, look around and spot nikolai with his arm in his cloak.

• He's resting on your head from across the room.

• He does it purely to annoy you.

• If it doesn't really annoy you? He'll just find another way.

• Its his form of affection.

You were discussing something with Fyodor. About what? Who knows, it's not important.

You noticed throughout your talk he kept looking above you, and of course. You could only roll your eyes, you knew exactly what he was looking at. Your boyfriend. One specific man called Nikolai.

He was using his ability to mess with you again. You'd get him.

Nikolai did this often, and usually you only ducked down and moved away, you never retaliated. So when you tugged on his arm rather roughly, he was caught just a little off guard, suddenly beside you in the room, his eyes moved between you and Fyodor.

"We're trying to have an important conversation" fyodor sighed

"I'll see you later" you said, kissing his cheek gently and continuing your prior buisness.

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Short and sweet. Kinda rushed bc I've been thinking on it for ages 🥲

Xx

[foodtruckery]

Hi there! Im a bit new to ur blog but i just wanted to pop in to tell you how much i adore Combat Baby! Im actually super insane about it!! Idk why but the whole coat bits were just phenomenal and live in my brain forever now? Im already a sucker for older ford and mullet stan but oh boy now i cant stop picturing every version of stan stealing his brother's coat...for regular reasons and maybe also spicy reasons 👀 like a consensus i see is ford being a clothing sniffer but stan could also have a coat to sniff...as a treat...anyway sorry for rambling a bit here!! but please keep up the excellent work!

hello there, anon!! hey, if it makes you feel any better, i am also new to this blog so no worries there at all lol. ahh but thank you so much, it's so kind of you to come over here to say that!!

and okay hahaha let me ramble a little bit about the damn coat! cause i hadn't actually planned for like. ANY OF THAT to happen, so i am just thrilled to hear you enjoyed that random ass bit that ended up running away from me! cause like here's the thing. my main goal was just to get a few of ford's fucking layers off for the sake of the scene (fun fact: this whole scene originally started in a different room entirely and i said fuck that and moved them to the kitchen).

but then i figured the coat gave stan something to kinda consider while ford is faffing about, gave me a point to work on to keep driving at that "similar but different" narrative i was trying to lean into. but like....then the coat is there y'know?? i hadn't even included him asking for the thing in my first pass of that scene. but then it kinda felt like chekov's coat at that point and i couldn't not bring it back in.

but yes, i'm absolutely with you. i really do love the idea of stan like. taking comfort in being surrounded by something that smells like ford. especially if we're talking mullet stan and older ford here. and uhhhh. i had other like stuff i was gonna say, i think, but i kinda got carried away so.

hey! welcome to the blog! have a vaguely, hand wavey post-combat baby tidbit of stan jerking off in ford's coat:

This was stupid. Painfully, humiliatingly stupid. And if he got caught, Stan was pretty sure he'd just voluntarily disappear for another ten years rather than reckon with that particular flavor of mortification. 

Fuck, what did it say about him that the thought of Ford walking in and catching him beating off in nothing but his brother's stupid coat just made his dick twitch harder in his palm? 

Stan bit down on his lower lip and cast a furtive glance towards the door, but he didn't slow his fist any. He couldn't hear any movement outside the room, which suggested that Ford was still down in the basement or fucking around in the woods — he couldn't actually remember which one at the moment. He just knew that Ford had gone and occupied himself somewhere else and left his coat laying around, easy pickings. He hadn't even thought it through before he grabbed the thing and made himself scarce with it.

Vaguely, Stan reasoned that if Ford hadn't taken his coat, he probably wasn't wandering around outside in the fucking snow. But that meant he was probably somewhere inside still, and that really shouldn't make him as hot as it did. 

“Fucking hell,” he panted, fumbling with his free hand to tug the collar of the coat up to his nose. He breathed in the familiar-but-not smell of Ford and the memory of making embarrassing noises into the same material while he was railed on the kitchen table. 

Shuddering, Stan rolled his palm over the head of his dick and smeared precome down the shaft, muffling a moan in the jacket collar. It was heavy, a noticeable enough weight shifting against his bare skin that if he closed his eyes and tried hard enough, he could almost imagine Ford kneeling behind him, pressed against his back and draping his arms over his shoulders. It would put his mouth right against that spot behind Stan's ear that had never fully shaken the phantom feeling of Ford's lips moving there. 

But what the fuck would he even say? Would he be pissed at Stan for taking his coat? Probably. Sneer that he shouldn't be surprised that a whore who can't keep his own clothes on would feel entitled to stealing his. He'd loom against his back and watch Stan fuck his own fist right up until he was twitching, nearly there, and then Ford would grab his wrist and tell him to stop because he didn't deserve to come. 

Stan tucked his chin to press closer to the material he was holding to his face and rocked his hips, as much to follow the steady pumping of his fist as to feel the coat shift against his thighs and around where his knees were pressed to the floor. Because he hadn't even managed to make it to the fucking bed once he'd gotten into the room. He'd just stripped in a hurry, leaving his own clothes thrown haphazardly to the side, and yanked on Ford's stupid space coat. 

If he were going for realistic, if Ford wandered upstairs and threw open the bedroom door and found Stan jerking off in the middle of the room, he probably wouldn't do anything at all. He'd get that brief, surprised little look on his face, eyebrows raising over the rim of his glasses and maybe, maybe part his lips just a little bit. 

And then, while Stan was stammering and trying to come up with an excuse or an apology or literally anything worth saying to make this look less like what it was, Ford would reset his expression and cross his arms and say something short like, “Well? Get on with it, then.” He would stand in the doorway, maybe lean there a bit, comfortable as you please, and watch Stan frantically try to finish the job like he was simply overseeing one of his less interesting experiments. 

Stan huffed against the coat and swallowed down a moan as he rubbed against the sensitive spot under the head of his dick. He was so close. And he needed to hurry the fuck up if he didn't actually want Ford to walk in on him. Cause that was all well and good while he was hot and shivering and chasing down an orgasm, but he would probably actually die if he got caught. Or maybe Ford would do him a favor and just kill him on the spot for it? 

Nosing the fold of the coat collar, Stan heard a quiet click in the room before the heater kicked on, thrumming away to keep the stupid cabin at a reasonable temperature for the middle of winter. Because the heat had been turned off, like Ford had suspected, and they'd managed for a few days with Stan chopping wood and putting the shack's little fireplace to use. But that was a miserable chore, and eventually Stan figured, fuck it, and gave the gas company a call. 

Turned out, telling the right sob story with an appropriately pathetic voice could get you an extension and get the heat back on until your genius brother figured out his nerd ass replacement for powering the shack. Stan didn't know what he meant by that, and he hadn't asked, because as long as they had some way of heating the place up, he was happy. 

But he did distinctly remember telling Ford he had gotten the gas turned back on for another couple weeks. The way he made that brief, surprised face and then, for a moment, nothing else at all. Long enough that Stan had rolled his eyes and turned to head back out of the room, because really, what the hell had he expected here? But then Ford had finally cleared his throat and said, awkward, like he'd only just realized he should, “Thank you, Stanley. Good work.” 

Stan shoved a mouthful of Ford's coat between his teeth and bucked jerkily when he came all over his fist, skin tingling and Ford's voice rolling around between his ears. 

“J-Jesus Christ, Stanley,” he panted to himself once he'd stopped whining and could spit out the edge of the coat — didn't taste nearly as good as it smelled. And, he realized with a groan, he'd managed to get jizz all over the sleeve. Fantastic. 

Once he caught his breath, he would get dressed, wipe the coat off as best he could, and put it back. Then he would pray to god that Ford didn't notice anything, wouldn’t see the splotchy attempts at cleaning it or smell Stan on it. And he would never touch the damn thing again. Really.

[icallhimjoey]

To Have And To Scold

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It’s just that… you don’t really get along all that well, do you? At least, that’s what you think.

CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers (very vague, im sorry, but you’ll see), slow burn, language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader

Author’s note: here’s part 5, may all your questions be answered before we carry on with wedding-themed shit!

Wordcount: 3.3K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

It was a thing of self-deprivation.

To protect himself. His friendship with Poppy. You.

Deep breaths. Inhale, hold, exhale. Eyes closed. In through his nose, out through his mouth. Deep breaths always helped.

Distance helped too, in all senses of the word. Stay away. Always a couple of feet in between the two of you. He couldn’t let you get to know each other better – not that he hadn’t learnt too much already. Mark and Poppy never fucking shut up about you.

He just couldn’t let you get close, just… he needed distance. Distance kept it safe, so he’d keep you at an arms-length, always.

It was already all too fucked up.

When you looked at him, it was like a gun went off inside of him. Hardly able to move, or even breathe, you made everything a struggle.

And you were so aloof about it, too?

It honestly angered him.

You acted like it was absolutely normal to move all slow and seductive around him, like you weren’t driving him absolutely insane.

If Joe looked at you too long, he’d find himself involuntarily groaning at your features, and Jesus Christ, how tempting was it to just never move on from you? Despite knowing that even just thinking of going there could fuck everything up.

You were so incredibly off-limits, it was nauseating.  

Not that anyone had told him you were. Except Mark, that one time.

He'd only just been looking. Maybe for too long, but still, it had just been looks. Mark had caught him, made eye-contact and slowly shook his head as he frowned.

Enough said. Joe understood. 

It was just a look, but Mark had seen right through him, and Joe despised how he carried his emotions in his features for everyone to see. Should really learn to keep some just inside his head. Inside his chest, where only his ribs could feel.

Inhale, hold, exhale.

You were best friends with Mark. Friends like Joe and Poppy were friends. Maybe even better friends than that, although, Joe didn’t know what that could even look like.

Surely one step up would be dating, and, although he loved Poppy with all his heart, dating her seemed like a nightmare. He loved Poppy like he’d love a sister. It was the type of love where you could get livid with each other one minute, be screaming and slamming doors, and the next, ask them what they’d want for takeout, apologies not even on the table because they were completely unnecessary. It was a thing of beauty and something he couldn’t imagine doing without.  

Oh God, even trying to think about how he’d cope with anything without the security of his Poppy there was enough to send him spiraling.  

So, what if he tried something with you, and then, it not working out? 

Poppy and Mark were getting married.  

You were in Mark and Poppy’s life for the long-haul. You and Mark were presumably better friends than he and Poppy were. Sometimes Poppy would rant about it for a minute, and Joe’d have to listen to her go on about how her fiancé was having drinks with a beautiful woman that he’d confide in. That he would talk to about Poppy. Would complain to about her.

And she trusted Mark, because he trusted her too, but Jesus, Poppy was allowed to be jealous, wasn’t she?  

Joe understood. 

Not because of his friendship with Poppy. He understood because he felt just as fucking jealous. Poppy would be sulking over Mark hanging out with you so often, whilst Joe would secretly be sulking over you hanging out with Mark.

Not that he’d actually want to hang out with you. 

Because he couldn’t. You were off-limits like that. 

But in another world? He’d have snagged you up ages ago. Would’ve charmed you right off your feet. Would’ve pulled every single trick he knew to pull you in and he’d never fucking let you go. You would actually know he’d want you, because he’d be so up front about it. Wouldn’t fucking hold back, because, fucking hell, he was down so bad for you, it was really working his mental-health if he was being honest.  

But you were Mark’s best friend. 

The repercussions if things were to ever go wrong were catastrophically large. He’d bite himself in the arse, shoot himself in both feet, because losing you would simultaneously mean losing Poppy. 

And it wasn't like you were into him anyway. Joe’d made sure of that from the beginning. And for some unknown stupid reason, that only made everything so much worse.

Deep breaths, Joe. Come on.

Joe had had crushes before, had girls make his heart flutter and tighten the muscles in his lower stomach with just a glance his way. But he’d never been quite as terrified as he was now. Everything about you scared the living daylight out of him.

Joe scared himself when he would often try to think of red flags in you, things wrong that could give him the ick enough for his mind to cool down a little. But Joe was absolutely weak for you, and every bad habit he could think you’d have, his brain automatically would make okay.

So, you were stubborn, just like Poppy.

But that just meant you knew what you wanted. You were steadfast. Were strong like that. Weren’t going to let someone just mess with you.

Like Joe.

You were close to Mark, and Mark was close to Poppy, and Poppy was close to Joe, but it seemed like those ties connecting you didn't matter - if Joe was cold to you, you were cold right back.

Joe deserved that, he knew.

And it helped the self-deprivation.

The distance.

Joe deserved whatever you'd throw at him, because he knew it was only reactions to what he'd throw at you.

It just wasn’t what you deserved. 

He wasn’t what you deserved.

Joe knew you knew it too.

He was a selfish man. Joe’s time and attention went to himself and the things he loved, and you deserved more than selfishness from people around you. If the shoe had been on the other foot, if you'd been the selfish one, Joe knew he’d dive right in and he’d suffer for you. He’d suffer all his life if it meant he’d got to at least spend some of it loving you and have you love him in return the way he'd want you to love him.

God fucking damn it, you were responsible for so many sleepless nights, you had no idea. And it only got worse when his best friend forced you to collaborate. To actually communicate. To invite you into his home, where all of his things were and where there was nowhere for him to hide.

Where he learnt things about you he hadn't yet heard from Poppy or Mark.

You'd shown up comfortable and cosy and it reeked of a level of confidence he knew he'd never even be close to touching. Especially not around you. Joe fucking dressed up for your meeting at his house. Had gone through outfits like a teenage girl would ahead of something important, like, oh Joe didn't know, going to wherever they might run into their crush, Joe imagined.

And you'd just sat down at the kitchen island. Deemed that spot perfect for what you were there for, even though Joe had gone and tidied, cleaned and vacuumed the living and the dining room. He'd even gotten an interior mist that he'd sprayed all over his curtains so that, if he were to casually get up to close them, the place would smell of fresh jasmine flowers.

He'd stacked his fridge with nice wine.

Made sure he had the best coffee ready for you.

And then you just wanted a little bit of water, and Joe mentally cursed at himself because, what the fuck was he doing?

In an attempt to appear as casual as you had, he'd undone his tie a little and had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and he'd seen you look. Thought you could see right through him which made Joe eat himself alive, nerves heightening all senses and Joe had to really work to hide his sweaty palms from you.

He'd tried to be normal.

Crack a joke or two.

But the focus he had on how to keep himself in check, how to move in front of you, how to feign normalcy but keep enough distance - it meant he'd lost how to sense where your boundaries were.

Anything said with sarcasm without that comfortable layer of friendship was just plain old bullying, wasn't it? Crossed real boundaries, didn't it?

So he'd fucked up, and then, he'd immediately panicked.

Had to close the distance somewhat to make up for it.

Had to go sit down next to you, so you could be normal people who had to do a normal job.

Had to fix it by tearing down a wall of his own.

And it worked. Because you turned and moved back towards him.

Sat down next to him.

And you'd gotten the actual work done, sat side by side at the kitchen island. You worked efficiently, were very organised and knowledgable in ways Joe hadn't expected from you. These were things he hadn't learnt from Poppy or Mark yet, and he cherished that he got to learn these things by himself. Got to witness your traits up close, in his own house, mere inches away from him.

But the whole time he'd sat next to you at his kitchen island, half of him had wished that he wasn't sat next to you at his kitchen island.

Because from here he could feel your body heat radiate, and it tingled his skin that was closest to you.

From here he could smell your perfume, and it was the type of shit he'd dream of later.

And every so often you'd lean closer to scroll through his phone that was laid on the counter, and Joe would have to close his eyes and mentally pull himself together. Make sure no stuttered breathing, or, Joe's worst nightmare, actual moans accidentally slipped out.

Because he could feel them.

Back of his throat.

Later, he'd tell them. He'd get them out later, in the privacy of his shower, or his bed.

After you'd left, Joe was stuck in his hallway for a while. Didn't really seem to able to move from his spot, his feet nailed to the floor, like he'd been hypnotized to believe he was stuck in quicksand. Knew that when he'd move, he'd just sink deeper.

Something in him had cracked when you'd closed the door behind you.

He'd just stuttered that he thought you were nice, and now, he needed to die.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

The embarrassment was honestly too much, and looking directly at a framed photograph of himself and Poppy, he didn't understand the strange feeling of guilt that grabbed him by the ankles and just... kept him there.

In his shiny dress shoes.

In his own house.

Joe was still wearing shoes in his own house like a fucking idiot and he'd just told you that he thought you were nice, stuttered through his words like a nervous schoolboy, and now he felt guilty?!

It wasn't until he understood why, that he was able to really move again.

This wasn't what Poppy deserved.

Poppy would worry so much about the man she loved sharing a part of his soul with this other person.

You and Mark were etched into each other souls - platonically, Poppy had no doubts about that, but my God, would Poppy ever get to see the parts of Mark that you got to see?

Poppy would worry about it a lot.

Not all the time, though.

Sometimes Poppy wanted to be lazy and watch The Crown with Joe, and she would suggest Mark could call you to see if you could hang out with him. It'd get him out of her hair for a second, and in those moments, it was all good. No issues. Everything completely fine and dandy.

But when she was tired, or had had a rough week at work, and Mark would go, "hey, I'm heading out, don't wait up," without explaining where he went, because he didn't really need to, Poppy knew where he'd go, that's when she'd call Joe and would start the conversation with, "I know it's dumb," before listing off all her insecurities. All of her worries.

Joe couldn't be responsible for those worries of hers to double in size when she would inevitably learn that the other man that she loved so dearly would freely give all of him to that same person.

The two men Poppy loved, the both of them, had space reserved in their hearts for you. You filled gaps she could never fill.

So he felt guilty. Couldn't not feel the guilt eating away at him from the inside out at parts that he could feel tug at him when he thought of you.

Joe couldn't face Poppy after that evening.

At least not for a few days.

He was afraid that she'd see right through him. That she'd confront him, and then he'd have to spill all, and fuck, that would just about ruin everything. Ruin her, and in turn, ruin him.

Joe was selfish, and Joe was gross. He was a bad friend. A bad person overall, he thought.

And it just hammered home when a joke - he swears, he was only joking - got you so upset, you walked out of the pub all together. You'd had 4 drinks in under thirty minutes and Joe'd fucked up so royally, you'd actually just left him.

Joe didn't understand.

Joe didn't know where the boundaries were.

They were impossible to find with the distance he'd always kept, and now that you had to work together, Joe wished he knew exactly where the line was. But he'd also been drinking, and even if the line had been bright and fluorescent, he probably still would have missed it.

Joe only found boundaries with you right after he'd crossed them.

The alcohol in his system hadn't served him right, and the second he implied that you and Mark weren't really friends like he and Poppy were, he was taken aback by how your whole being had turned fragile, right in front of his eyes.

He witnessed your hard exterior falter and you shrank into a tiny version of yourself, right before you said you needed to go. And Joe had tried, had reached out a hand and grabbed your arm, immediately regretting whatever he'd said, whatever he'd done to hurt you - to inflict pain like that.

However, his hold on you felt invasive, and just telling you he was sorry didn't seem like it would be enough.

So you'd left.

And he thought about calling Mark. But what was he going to say? Tell him he'd gotten another girl he loved drunk and that he needed help getting her home safe?

Big nope.

Inhale, hold, exhale.

This was something he was going to have to take care of himself. He didn't know how, exactly, but staying at the pub to finish off his drink wasn't going to do anything. So he'd followed you out. And he'd follow you home. He'd make sure to see you step into your building, and he'd watch until the door closed behind you.

Joe needed you safe.

He was about to learn where you lived, and shit, that was too close. Joe wasn't allowed to get this close.

But he'd lie to himself if he said he didn't feel a smidge of giddy excitement too, because, he was about to learn where you lived.

Joe found you fast and caught up to you without a problem. But then what? What was he going to say? Just say he was sorry? Just say he was an idiot and didn't know how to be around you?

None of what he could say would be good enough.

Joe wasn't good.

He was bad, and he could feel it in his bones. Knew it to be true. Joe was reminded of that once more when he realised why his loose fitted trousers, his baggy, swishy, wide-legged bottoms, why they were necessary for him to wear now. He was bad, and so fucking lucky that he was wearing baggy trousers when he watched you lick ice cream off of your spoon.

Joe shifted in his seat, needed to make sure that he felt less of himself grow in his underwear, and needed to make sure that nobody would see.

Jesus, you had to stop that. Stop that thing you did with your tongue every time you had a bite.

Fuck.

Maybe this is why he could never fucking think straight when he was around you.

Maybe all the blood in his body finding residence in his groin was exactly why he said dumb shit. Did dumb shit. Like make you eat a bite of his gelato. And watch the spoon that had resided inside your mouth dip into his tub, touching melted ice cream that he'd get to eat in a second.

Inhale, hold, exhale.

Joe was just a man.

And weren't you just all woman.

Beautiful, and lovely, and smart, and nice. Clever. Well-organised. Confident. Observant.

He knew when he'd cropped that picture that one day, he'd have to explain to someone why he'd chosen that photo in particular.

It was just a photograph of him and Poppy. And they looked good in black and white, faces all funny, his arm around her shoulder. Poppy's arms were both around you - he'd had to cut them off, and it looked a little weird at first, but he'd gotten used to it.

He just... he loved that picture. That night had been so fun. He remembered exactly what you were wearing. How could he not? You'd been in this sheer little thing, all... see-through and suggestive and he didn't have a real excuse to look at you like that all the time. Couldn't just frame the picture of the four of you and have that in his house. He couldn't see you like that all the time, but he found a way to be reminded of it. By still using that photograph of the four of you, but only frame what felt appropriate.

The fact that you had noticed it had said enough.

Joe was bad.

Down bad.

For you.

It was awful, and he was disgusting, but he'd constantly wonder if anyone could really blame him. Had they seen you? Had they seen you that night? Had they seen what you'd been wearing? How you had moved across the floor? Had laughed at jokes? Had found the plastic straw in your drink with your tongue?

Had they seen?

Joe had seen.

Never wanted to forget.

He had to find a different picture to frame, one that was less obvious, but had the same effect. Would it be weird if he just framed the full photograph of the four of you?

You weren't friends like that. Would never be. Joe couldn't let that happen. Not for you. Not for Poppy.

But without any of the bad that it would bring, any of the issues, the regret, the guilt and if you'd actually let him, Joe would give you all of him.

Everything he'd ever been and everything he'd ever become - he'd gladly hand it all over to you, for you to do with as you pleased.

It was the one secret he kept from Poppy, kept safe inside the thick walls of his heart, and he fully intended to take this one to the grave.

Inhale, hold, exhale.

Deep breaths always helped.

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[toffeebrews]

Because i want to eat my cake and have it too I've been trying to figure out how the star sanses could work given dream and ink wouldn't be friends.

( dream from @/jokublog ink from @/comyet and swap by the community )

DISCLAIMER: of course this rant isn't canon and only contains views made up of my own interpretations! i have my own biases and may get things wrong!! i don't mind corrections, as long as its respectful.

Ink doesn't work with dream and blue all the time. Just when they need an extra pair of hands, theres emergency, or somehow ink hears of what they're doing and gets interested. If he find it worth it (maybe cause hes bored maybe some other reason) I can imagine ink just inviting himself to the party.

kinda like this ask ig:

ink doesn't have much concern for justice and dream is aware of that now. And may be more cautious about how much info to give him or what ink comes along with. er if that makes sense?

perhaps dream and ink are more like co-workers. they can joke around and work together but not very close anymore. i think it would pretty awkward between them if the two of them were left alone. not that they couldn't carry a conversation, just there's some.... palpable divide between them ig. not bitter, just awkward!

(additional yapping under the cut)

I don't know much about swap's characterization (there's not much left of the original blog so 😔) but i think he'd be sorta in the middle. his morality aligns more with dream but maybe he would still want to remain friends with ink. Hes the main one probably keeping the two updated on each other as he may talk with one or the other and mention them in their conversation. something like that ( I tried considering papyrus in this moment and thinking of the neutral endings. not sure if they're exactly comparable but meh ).

they still care for eachother and don't wish harm upon each other or anything lol.

so even if they aren't very close they still very much respect eachother!! and if in crisis blue/dream knows who to call :) or summon ig...

idk im kinda talking outta no where, these are just late night thoughts lol!!

[thevalleyoftriumph]

what were darks thoughts during showdown, specifically about chosen/killer/beast did he know who threw the initial punch? who tried to stop him sending the virus? did he realise it was beast fending off the too-many-virabots? what did he feel when he realised he'd managed to trigger them out? make it deem it needed to take over the situation? and assuming dark is still alive, what do you think they feel about showdown looking back on it, and knowing how much hurt they caused to their best and only friend(s)

oh man anon you've got nooo idea how badly i wanted to draw a response to this but my visual artblock is so bad rn im so sorry. i did get a bit carried away writing this however ☝️ because i am dramatic ☝️

I think for a lot of Showdown, neither are exactly thinking clearly enough to really stop and consider what's going on farther than just their stance on the whole thing. [I specify neither because I don't think it's exclusively Dark or Chosen's fault that Showdown went the way it went; they both just kept making mistakes at every turn together lol]

At first, Dark is confused, maybe a bit irritated at being stopped. He thinks what he's doing is not only deserved, but the right course of action, and doesn't understand why Chosen - who did indeed throw the first punch in trying to stop him, something he did know as it happened, even if it was more of a subconscious knowledge than actively thinking about it - doesn't understand why he tried to stop him.

Over the course of it, he becomes less confused and more frustrated, maybe bordering on angry. The two are definitely arguing the whole time they're fighting, shouting in the air, especially once Chosen comes back from the PC to confront Dark.

As for how he felt about managing to actually trigger Beast out unintentionally .... he doesn't realize it the second it happens. He's not even really paying attention to Chosen after the Virabots keep him busy on the ledge. He's actually just sort of talking for a bit when he's flying closer, arms crossed, glancing around, talking very animatedly with his hands in the air as he tries to once again argue his point, though much more exhasperated and angry than before, not really thinking about what he's saying.

But then he realizes Chosen's stopped responding. Usually he'd be arguing back, even if he's busy deflecting a hit. And Dark- Dark sorta stops, because he's sure he didn't send that many Virabots at him to keep him from talking back? It was just a few out of all of them, so what's the deal? He can't hear sounds of fire anymore, Chosen's not fighting back, so what..?

And he sorta trails off, maybe calls out Chosen's name once or twice - who knows, maybe he was just speaking too quietly to be heard? - before sorta tilting his head and.. staring. He knows a few "tells" that the others have - small, minute differences between them that he's learned over the years to spot.

And he's just kinda looking them over, and he-- he starts noticing. Things. The way "Chosen" is tense, as still as possible despite the occasional pull from a Virabot. The unnerving silence, a heated glare, grit teeth and an almost snarl.

And he thinks - he goes, "no, okay, that's wrong." But he knows, the more he looks, that that isn't Chosen anymore, he knows that that's Beast. And you can kinda see it on his face when the realization sorta hits, and he actually sorta jerks back a bit in the air - because he knew this fight of theirs was bad, one of the worse ones they've had, but he didn't think it was this bad. He didn't realize he'd ended up doing something bad enough for Beast to have been triggered out. And he sorta thinks about everything he's done this fight, trying to pinpoint exactly what he'd done, and- there. Right when Chosen get's overwhelmed. He's sure that's when it happened. When else could it have?

And I think that, had this been early enough in their relationship, or maybe even now if he had been too far gone in his anger to have noticed, maybe then he wouldn't have thought too much about it. Just a consequence he'd have to deal with later, and he's much accustomed to consequences.

But now? After what he'd been told, after what he'd been trusted with knowing? After the years spent learning to avoid doing things that cause exactly this? Over a fight where he never intended to actually do any real damage to Chosen in, just stall long enough to get his plan over with?

Well, he's upset. With himself. For letting it get this bad, and especially for doing exactly what he'd promised to never do.

But he can't exactly think about it for too long, since this is around the time Second and the CG step in - and then that thoughts gone, and replacing it is more irritation at being interrupted, and the rest plays out as we all know it does. He'll apologize after he's done here. Make it up to them somehow later, have a long talk with them about this.

As we all know, this apology will never be able to come ☝️ because he Dies SO Badly ! However. Let's indulge in denial for a minute ^_^

I think after Showdown, if Dark survives, he's on his own for a long time. Most of it is involuntary, of course - if he could go home he very much would, after all. But he's on his own regardless as he goes through the process of recovering from getting his ass oblitorated in a "fight," and thus he has... quite a bit of free time now.

So he gets to thinking. Over and over he thinks about that day, about where he went wrong in his plan for it to go so far south so fast.

At first there's anger - how dare Chosen try to stop him? Does he not care about what they'd gone through, anymore? Does he not care that it could still be happening out there? Is he not angry, does he not want his right revenge?

Then there's guilt - he shouldn't be thinking that way about Chosen. He knows that. He knows that Chosen most definitely had his reasons, and that if Dark had just listened, then maybe he'd at least know them.

More anger - why should he be sorry for just trying to do something right for once? Chosen pushed him - clearly he wasn't open to convincing. Chosen, Killer, Beast - they took their side that day, it's not Dark's fault they faught over it.

More guilt - and he hates that, hates the feeling of it constantly nagging at him every time he tries to justify himself. Hates the way he thinks back to the part at the cliff edge, when he doesn't see Chosen anywhere in them anymore, only the angry and distrusting Beast. Hates how he feels bad about everything about that day. Then he hates that he hates the feeling.

He spends a lot of time like this - flipping between angry and guilty. And let's be clear, I'm once again not pinning all of the blame on Dark. Chosen and the others do a lot of thinking themselves after this. But those three have a support group to do it in, an outsiders perspective that helps level them. Dark is going through this completely isolated - and thus takes a lot longer to come to terms with everything and realize what he'd done.

All together, he's upset. At himself for hurting his closest and only friend[s] like this, and at them for fighting what he thought was the best course of action. He's upset at the CG for butting into something that he feels had nothing to do with them. He's upset that the day ever happened to begin with.

[Then he finds the "Wanted" fliers on Chosen one day, maybe on one of his many sneaky trips into the city for supplies to bring back to wherever he's staying. He rips as many down as he can - because god only knows they don't need this to deal with too - but he knows, almost dully, that it's no real use.

He's in the city the day Chosen is chased through it. He's almost tempted to flag him down and help - but he's sure that'd make the situation so much worse, and by the time he makes up his mind to do it anyways, Chosen's already long gone, the Mercs not far behind. The only thing Dark can do his scurry home before someone recognizes him, too, and then he'd really have a problem on his hands.]

[dudadragneel]

Hello guys! It's me!

How are you doing?

AFTER HALF A CENTURY...IM BACK WITH ANOTHER SICKFIC!

Now, this one was supposed to be a little drabble but I got a little carried away...

Anyways, enjoy!

Thinking about Hyunjin who has a really bad stomachache and he’s been crying on and off all day and can barely eat anything but once he feels a bit better he goes with reader to the library while she study’s in silence and he just kinda tries to distract himself with reading, but then he starts feeling nauseous and can’t really talk because yk you gotta be QUIET in a library. So he has to text her to tell her he feels like he’s going to vomit but she’s not quite getting the hint that he wants to leave so he has to be really blunt with her 😭. THEN she takes him outside and he just dry heaves, then she gives him water and he just throws up the water. but when they get in the car…oh that’s a WHOLE new situation and mess.

LIBRARY DATE

While you were on your midterms, Hyunjin was in a well-deserved rest period. However,  the poor boy's body was feeling the toll from the last promotion. His immune system wasn't doing that great and he ate something that didn't sit well with his stomach.

He woke up with a really bad stomach ache, it was a sharp pain around his middle, especially sharp in the pit of his stomach. The pain was so strong he actually started crying at some point.

- babe, it hurts!

- oh baby. I know it does. I gave you medicine, it will take some time for it to work. Do you want to eat some light soup? Or maybe a fruit?

- no...it feels horrible...I feel like I've eaten enough for the week.

- but you didn't eat anything. Not since last night.

-I know....but I just can't, it's hurting too much.

- oh Hyune...do you want me to rub your belly?

- yes...

You sat next to him at the edge of the bed where he was lying down and proceeded to rub his belly. He felt comfortable with your touch and closed his eyes to try and rest. In a few minutes, he managed to fall asleep.

You let him rest while you finished doing your chores at the house and prepared something light for him to eat in case he woke up feeling a little better.

A few hours later, he woke up feeling a little better, the pain was barely there and he was actually feeling a bit hungry.

You had prepared some light snacks for him, as you thought that would sit better than soup.

- Hey sleepyhead.

- Hey babe.

He said going towards you like a little kid for a hug.

You hugged him as he buried his face on your shoulders and spoke softly.

- Are you feeling better?

- Yeah...a little....

- Do you want to eat something?

- Yeah...

- Come on.

You said as you grabbed his hand and walked to the table. You served him the snacks you were preparing before in hopes he'd be able to get at least a little bite in.

- You don't have to eat everything. Just pick what you think your stomach will agree with.

- Woah! Thank you, honey.

You just smiled as you sat in front of him while he ate. You kept scrolling through your phone and chatting with him.

- Hyune

- Hm?

- I'm thinking about going to the library to study later. Are you gonna be ok alone?

- Can I accompany you?

- are you sure? Are you feeling better?

- Yeah. I think going out of the house might help me feel less stressed.

- Okay then. Why don't you finish eating and while you digest your food, I'll take a shower and get ready?

- ok!

He did as you told him, he sat on the couch and patiently waited while you showered and gathered your stuff.

The local library wasn't that big but it was beautiful and cozy and definitely helped you feel more concentrated to study.

You found a free table, sat down, and organized your things, you put on your earphones to help you concentrate more. Hyunjin just sat in front of you, completely in love seeing you so focused. He loved seeing how passionate you were about the things you did, even if it was just sitting down and studying.

He couldn't really keep on using his phone so he decided to look for a book about art to read while you studied.

At first, he was entertained, almost like a toddler, he managed to learn about some other painting techniques and he was happy that this outing turned out to be productive for him as well.

But then things started to go south. As he was reading, the stomachache from earlier was starting to turn into full nausea.

And unfortunate to him because, ironically, he picked a book that had tons of Van Gogh's paintings in it, and all that swirling werent helping at all.

He brought a hand to his stomach and gently pressed on it because even though he felt nauseous, the pain from earlier was still lingering around.

He tried to stay focused on the book but the more he tried to read or look at the pictures the more his stomach twisted. He placed the book on the table, closed his eyes took and deep breath in, and exhaled, trying to keep the nausea at bay.

He kept bringing his hand to his stomach and fidgeting on the chair, most to catch your attention, but you were basically in another dimension of full focus, and he didn't really want to use his phone and risk feeling even worse.

But the nausea was growing stronger, so he had no other option. He got his phone and texted you, but the contents of the message weren't shown so you just shrugged it off as him trying to distract you.

He sent a few more texts, but you didn't even bother looking up, part of you wanted to show him that you could stay focused even when he incorporated a toddler to annoy you. But little did you know the distress he was in.

He set down his phone and lay his head on his arms, but the nausea was reaching its peak. He could feel the little he had eaten earlier sloshing around and his mouth started pooling with saliva. He started to swallow convulsively but things just weren't working.

He felt something rushing up his chest and a foul taste in his mouth, he was gonna throw up and there was nothing more he could do to avoid it. And you still hadn't read his texts. He didn't want to talk, first because you were in a library and it was really quiet, and second because he was afraid that if he opened his mouth he'd throw up right then and there, but he had no other choice. He needed to get out of there.

He abruptly put down your book and if you weren't in a library, you would've yelled at him.

You looked straight at him but before you could even get angry, he took his only chance.

- I'm gonna throw up.

He said as quietly as possible but still urgent. Apparently, just admitting that he was gonna be sick, made his stomach contract and he was quick to cover his mouth to surpass a gag.

- Shit.

You said standing up and getting to his side. You just grabbed his arm and wrapped your arm around him as you guided him out, his body already bending over as his stomach contracted again.

Unfortunately for him, some people noticed the sudden commotion.

For some reason, the bathroom wasn't near the room you were in, so you just took him outside in the yard.

He bent over, hands on his knees for support while you kept on holding his arm and rubbing his back.

He spat out the thick saliva that had filled his mouth as you two were walking out of the room.

He felt awful, saliva kept filling his mouth over and over again and he just kept spitting it out. But the nausea was still there and it was strong.

He tried straightening his back for a bit to see if he would feel any different, but it just made his stomach flip again.

He bent over one more time and began gagging again, you could feel him tensing up under your touch with every gag but nothing but saliva came out. You felt horrible and could only hope people would just pass by and not notice him.

- Hyune? May I try something?

He just nodded. You massaged his stomach with a bit of pressure to see if you could stimulate it somehow to help him get whatever was making him feel bad out. But it didn't work, he just kept dry heaving.

- I-I feel awful...my stomach is churning and flipping but nothing is coming up...

- Oh baby...Why don't you try drinking some water? Maybe trying to get something in will help you throw up. Don't take small sips, just try to drink as you normally would.

You handed him your bottle of water and he drank it just as you said.

He drank almost half a bottle and he could feel his stomach revolting inside him. He bent over again and gagged a few times before his stomach contracted a little more and brought up all the water he had just drank but nothing else.

You kept rubbing his back as he proceeded to throw up water and thick saliva. In a few minutes, he was left dry heaving again. You gave him some water to rinse his mouth and then wiped it.

- Babe? Why don't we sit down for a bit?

- Hmm...

You guided him to a nearby tree and helped him sit down.

- How are you feeling?

- Sick...

- Okay. Let's go home. I'll go grab our stuff.

- I'm sorry...I'm sorry for interrupting your study...

- Don't apologize...I should be the one apologizing for not noticing sooner... Just wait here, I'll be right back.

He lay his back on the tree and tilted his head back with his eyes closed. He took deep breaths and tried to pay attention to his breathing or the sound of the leaves rustling with the wind, anything that could distract him from nausea in his stomach.

You grabbed your stuff and apologized for the sudden commotion and left to get the sick boy waiting by the tree.

- Come on, let's go. Can you stand?

- Can you help me?

- Of course.

You positioned your arms beneath his while he held you for support, and helped him to his feet. You stood like that for a while, with a firm grip on him, to make sure he wasn't feeling faint before heading to the car.

- Do you prefer to roll down your window or the AC?

- The AC...I'm afraid that any smell will enter the car if the windows are open.

- Okay. Babe, tell me if you feel like throwing up, okay? So I can at least try to pull over.

- Okay.

The first 30 minutes of the ride were okay. He kept his eyes closed while you held his hand, thank God for automatic cars. You kept quiet the whole time because you didn't want to overwhelm him.

But then, the worst happened. Traffic. For some reason, traffic stopped. And you felt desperate because you wanted to get home fast, so Hyunjin could rest.

- Shit! There must've been an accident or the traffic lights are broken...you okay?

He just nodded and closed his eyes again. You knew he wasn't okay, he was far from being okay. Traffic felt like it was moving one centimeter at a time.

He was okay at first because the car wasn't moving but the realization that he'd be stuck in a car for god knows how long while feeling sick made everything worse.

The nausea which was somewhat controlled, increased ten times. He squeezed his eyes and let out a shaky sigh while his hands gripped his thighs and the door handle with such force his knuckles turned white. He tried taking deep breaths but the sudden movement of the car made his stomach jolt. He felt something coming up his throat and started to swallow convulsively. There's no chance in hell he was gonna throw up inside the car, he had already ruined your study day and now he was going to soil your car with vomit? No chance.

You were too focused on the road, trying to understand what was causing the traffic jam, so you didn't notice him fidgeting by your side.

He managed to swallow it back but it was a useless effort. As soon as it went down it shot back up, hot foul tasting liquid hitting the back of his throat. He gagged and quickly brought his hands to his mouth, fearing the worst.

The gag snapped you back into the reality of the car.

- Hyune? You okay?

He barely made eye contact with you when his stomach jolted one more time, making him gag once more. But this time, vomit gushed out, slipping through his fingers, and soiling both him and your car.

- Oh my god! Hyune!

His stomach didn't give him time to think before contracting again and sending even more pale vomit up, once again escaping through his fingers.

You were shocked with the situation unfolding before your eyes so it took a few seconds for you to react.

You quickly reached for the glove box and found a little towel you always kept with you, considering how he had gotten sick in the car before.

- Oh babe! Don't worry.

You placed it on his lap and told him to open his hands and let the vomit fall on the towel, while you drove a little more. Once you stopped again, you looked for a plastic bag inside your stuff so that Hyunjin could throw up everything making him feel bad.

- Here. Use this.

- S-sorry...I'm s-sorry...

- Don't apologize. It's not your fault you're sick.

He closed his eyes as he gagged again, this time inside the bag, liquid coming out and hitting the back making a sickening sound. You could only rub his back and mutter some words while you drove.

- Oh baby, just let everything out.

He burped another wave, followed by another one making him bend forward a little and you could feel him tensing up under your hand.

- Just get everything out.

He gagged a few times until he threw up again, vomit mixing with the liquid inside the bag. The car was starting to smell and you both wanted to get out of there.

Thankfully, the traffic jam stopped and you as fast as you legally could to get home.

Arriving there, you went straight to Hyunjin's door to help him.

- Here. Let me get rid of this.

You threw away the bag filled with vomit and turned your full attention to him, who was sitting inside the car facing you.

- We're home, baby. Let's go. Can you stand?

- I don't kno-

He was cut off by a sudden gag that sent up more vomit making him bend forward and you barely escaped from soiling your shoes. You shifted to his side and rubbed his back as he vomited again.

- Here. Rinse your mouth and let's go up. You need to take a shower.

He rinsed his mouth and you helped him up, wrapping your hands around him and carefully heading to the elevator.

Arriving home, you went directly to the bathroom with Hyunjin. You helped him out of his soiled clothes and tossed them in the dirty laundry basket.

- You don't need to stay here...

- Hyune, we've been dating for quite some time now...you don't need to be embarrassed. I just don't want to risk you fainting in the shower. But I'll turn around if that will make you feel more comfortable.

- Thank you...sorry...

- it's okay, honey.

Thankfully the shower ended without any accidents, despite him dry heaving over the rain for a brief moment.

You helped him change clothes and then got the bed ready for him to sleep.

You embraced him in a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. And that was the last straw. He started to cry and sob and buried his face in your shoulder.

- Honey? Baby? Why are you crying?

You said with a cute voice and almost crying yourself.

- I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...

- it's okay, baby! Stop apologizing.

- but...I ruined your day...you couldn't study because of me, your car is completely dirty...I'm sorry

He said breaking down even more.

- Oh baby! There's nothing to apologize for. You were sick! It's not your fault! You didn't ruin my day! Stop worrying about that! Hyune, I love you! I'd never, not once, think that you ruined my day.

You said as you cupped his face in your hands and wiped his tears away.

- promise me you'll stop feeling guilty about it.

- I- I promise...

He said pouting. You kissed him and then embraced him again as you two lay in bed.

- How are you feeling?

- Still a little nauseous...

- Wait here a little bit, let me grab a bucket just in case.

You grabbed the bucket at light speed and went back to bed. You cuddled him and started rubbing his belly. He sunk under your touch and within minutes, the poor tired boy was fast asleep.

You changed your approach and kept stroking his hair until you fell asleep as well.

The night went on without any other incidents, the poor boy had his energy completely drained after everything that happened and you couldn't be more grateful that he managed to sleep like a rock until midday.

[scholar-of-golbetty]

maybe i should explain my au a little bit. rambling under cut, hopefully its coherent<3

basically, this au is just a rabbit hole of "what if Fionna & Cake(show) didn't happen?"

so, what would happen? well, here, simon would continue to spiral in his attempts to get to betty, contact her, anything. he begins to subject himself to more isolation, not noticed much by the people in his life, given theyre busy with their own lives, and see him as much more reserved. and, well, what reason would they have to worry? everyone needs time to themselves. it's not like marceline never hears from him, it's not like finn never sees him around, so no worries, right?

after so many failed attempts to get to the chaos goddess, simon's getting desperate. it's getting to where nothing else holds any merit to him, he has to get to betty. he HAS to. that's all there is to it.....

soon enough, his whole life is dedicated to this cause. not just finding her, talking to her, but understanding GOLB and GOLB's philosophies. maybe this could help him, seeing how betty's fused with the god. but GOLB's philosophies, what the Scholars of GOLB would follow, that's pretty different from the betty he'd known. of course, she's different now, but she couldnt be exactly like this merciless deity. so he mixes his knowledge, or what he could remember, of betty, with what he studies of GOLB. follows a sort of mixed belief of the two. hence, he is now Simon Petrikov, first scholar of GOLBetty

and here's where it gets weird. i couldn't, personally, decide on one or another trail for this au to follow, so it splits off into two different subsections. Devotion and Obsession .

Devotion: simon, in this au, is fueled by faith in the thought that he'll be able to, at least find, GOLBetty. that he'll once again be able to talk to betty, as different as she is now. that's still his fiance, he's still devoted to her, he thinks. still, he isolates himself, spirals down a dark path, but he doesn't lose himself. people worry, but ultimately, he's still Simon. simon, with a red geometric ring, digging into his hand and leaving small, but stinging, scratches and scars. simon, with an endless drive for a hopeless endeavor. he's still simon petrikov

Obsession: here, he spirals bad. nothing matters but GOLBetty. not a moment of his life is meaningful if it isn't spent looking for her, studying how he could find her, contact her. hell, even how he could appease her as a goddess. worship her, give offerings, pray, whatever might grab her attention, or get him closer to her. his life doesn't matter if it isn't for her. the rituals he attempts delve into darker magic, blood rituals(to which he loses a finger), things he shouldn't be doing lest he anger some other god, or lose too much blood, or get himself possessed, etc etc..... he becomes a bit manipulative to people around him, to try furthering his goal. convinces prismo that he hadn't actually gotten a wish, and deserves a redo. uses the fact that prismo might relate to losing a loved one, like jake, to guilt him into bending the rules a bit... simon wishes for the crown, from some other universe. who it was taken from, it doesn't matter, so long as he can use it. it's different, of course, from a different world.... he still becomes cursed, his memory only minorly affected, but the ice is all the same. his tolerance for magic is much greater now, given what he's been putting himself through for the sake of GOLBetty, not to mention talismans he'd been carrying. it keeps the crown from completely overtaking, but he is still cursed. everything he does is for GOLBetty

now that that's out of the way, im not entirely sure if the Obsession sub-AU simon's twisted, freezer simon look should be from this alternate dimension crown, or a result of another ritual gone awry. open to suggestions!

[xxchthonicreaturexx]

Matchup Trade w/ @lapsthings

Hey hey :) Here's your Blue Lock match! I will say, I'm not caught up with the manga, so my selection was limited to the series, but I hope you like who I chose!

Blue Lock

So- It was so easy to chose and yet SO HARD. Like what- First of all, you are basically just genderbent slightly better Nagi. You two would clash and be too alike relationship wise so I tossed him in the trash. And then I didn't want to necessarily choose Reo because that seemed like the next best thing but your runner up, just had a few less pros than Reo did.

SO- let's start out with what's obvious. Reo knows how to work with Nagi? He knows how to work with you. You're feeling lazy today and don't wanna do anything? That's fine! He has no problem working for you today, just dont wear him down too much! He'll even pick up your room for you for a quick smooch.

You're having trouble putting something into words? He's patient. And smart! He'll play charades or something if that helps. He actually gets good at it after a while. Like how the Wanima twins communicate? Where Keisuke translates for Junichi- that's lowkey you guys after a while. Just feeling a bit cloudy and wanna space out? He'll gently hold your arm and lead you around or let you lean on him while he studies or something.

You see, what caught him was how quiet you were. His whole thing was wanting things he had to work for. Just like Nagi, he had to work to get you. You were shy, and that meant he'd have to put in effort to continue the conversation, get you to open up, he had to work hard to make your eyes light up even for a moment!

Don't worry about continuing the conversation, he get's it. And though he'll probably run out of things to say, comfortable silence doesnt bother him like it may others. Plus, if Nagi is with you guys, im sure he can also contribute to the conversation if he's not asleep or playing a game.

Oh and those figures? He'll buy you both and then a third. Maybe a fourth or seventh...Hey, he gets an allowance for a reason, right? Plus whats a few gifts when he wants to keep you around for himself? He was raised wealthy, so habitually, he believes gifts equal love and affection. Sometimes he can get carried away, but it's how he shows his feelings towards you.

It even bleeds into clothing. Oh, you like wearing comfy clothes?....Here's some idfk- gucci sweatpants (is that a thing??) Oh this? This is an oversized cashmere sweater. He totally pretended like it was an old one of his and was just giving it to you, but he missed one of the price tags in the sleeve- Your style? It's now the equivalent to BlingH20 Dogwater instead of regular slobbery tap water.

He's kinda a jealous and possessive guy even if he doesn't seem like it at first, so he definitely pays good attention to your interests and dislikes. Remembers things you don't even remember telling him probably.

Overall: 9/10. He's a real good guy for the long run. Attentive, hardworking, and wealthy. Only issue would be the jealously. Lowkey abandonment issues- once he's worked to have you he can't afford to lose you. Otherwise, he's a sweetie!

Runnerup: Yoichi Isagi

Thank youuu I hope you enjoyed!!