#mildly sobbing but its fine

[lights-at-night]

finished reading detective beebo!

[evie-sturns]

boyfriend - Matt Sturniolo

summary: where your boyfriend of 2 years breaks up with you without reason, you go to your comfort place, your best friend matt's house and he does everything he can to calm you down.

contains: fluff, bestfriend!matt, crying, comforting.

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panic flushes over me, my body heats up as my eyes scan over the screen of my phone. i instantly call him, my boyfriend aiden

"are you serious aiden?" i raise my voice as he picks up the phone,

"we're done, i told you." he says blankly with next to no emotion in his voice, hes been my boyfriend for just over 2 years.

he knows the shape of my lips against his,

he knows that i can't sleep by myself,

he knows my family,

he knows my daily routine from the second i wake up to the second my head hits the pillow.

and now he breaks up with me over text.

"why!?" i cry, i hear a subtle scoff from aiden before he hangs up. i instantly start to sob, throwing myself up off my bed and grabbing my keys.

i run downstairs and out the door into the night air, making my way down my driveway towards my cute small car.

i slam the door to my car shut, sinking down into the drivers seat as i check my phone. i've been blocked on almost everything already.

tears soak my cheeks as i let out shaky sobs.

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11:49

i knock twice on matt's front door, wearing sweatpants and a small shirt. my shoulders are by my sides, shaking up and down with each panicked cry.

after a couple of seconds the door opens slowly, i'm met with matts face.

he looks down at me, a short gasp escapes his mouth as he looks at the state of me.

he grabs my hand and frantically pulls me inside, "hey- hey whats going on?" matt asks , trying to sound calm.

"matt- matt." i sob, he grabs me and pulls me into a tight up, running his mildly shaking hand up and down my back

"shh.. sh sh." matt attempts to shush me before pulling me down the corridor into his bedroom.

he throws me down onto his matress, instantly chucking a blanket over me and sitting down next to me.

he waits for me to speak, still completely unaware why i showed up to his house in floods of tears at midnight.

"i- aiden broke up.. with- with me" i manage to squeeze out in between shaking breathes.

matt goes silent before pulling me onto his lap, holding me across him. i cry into his shirt

"over text with no reason-!" i continue

matt stays silent, breathing deeply. i copy his breathing pattern "you 'wanna know something?" matt says, i nod

"he's made a big mistake, you're the most lovely girl i know. aiden doesn't know what hes lost because- i know, i know that he will regret letting go of the most gorgeous, sweet girl ever." matt sighs,

"yeah?" he continues, i nod shyly.

he rubs my arm, "you can let it all out okay?" matt says softly, picking me up and standing up out of bed, he pulls back the silky sheets of his bed before placing me.

he lays down next to me, pulling up the blanket over us, i lay my head on his chest.

"he never cared about me matt." i admit "and now half my shit is- its just stuck in his apartment" i sniffle, wiping my nose on his shirt which matt doesn't bat an eye to.

"you know what, i'll go get it now okay? chris can come stay in here while im gone." matt says, heaving himself up of the bed

"matt you don't have to do that- honestly," i protest, matt just shakes his head

"don't worry 'bout it." he says, walking out of the room.

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chris walks into the room wearing blue pyjama pants and a loose fit white shirt, he has a concerned expression on his face as he flops down on the bed beside me

"you okay?" he asks, "i don't know- i'll be fine." i reply with a strained voice.

"matt told me what happened, i'm sorry about aiden or whatever the fuck hes called." chris sighs

he wraps an arm around my shoulder and tugs me closer to his side, we lay in a comfortable silence for about 30 minutes before matt comes back

"im sorry i gotta take a shit, thats my fault give me a couple minutes." chris blurts out

"thanks chris." i laugh slightly as he sits up, walking out of the room.

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matt comes back in holding 2 bags in his hands, he brings them over to me with a soft smile on his face. he reaches his ringed hand up and scratches the side of his face.

"you didn't have to- how'd it go..?" i say, matt lays back down next to me

"he was screaming at me the whole time, all 'who the fuck are you' but i think he recognised me after a minute of ransacking your room." matt laughs

i shake my head "i'm sorry."

"don't be" matt says,

"try go to sleep now okay?" he says pressing a kiss to my forehead.

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[kinardsevan]

𝐢'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

listen. i'm still so convinced it's Tommy up on that crane in 807 that my brain keeps writing scenes 😂😂😂😂 so have this:

"Buck, you need to-"

He can't hear Bobby's words as he races up the ladder, panic rising faster and faster in his chest.

"Hey no no no no no!" He yells, throwing himself over the side. His hands grasp tight around Tommy's. "Stop stop stop! Please!" The words are coming out of him in sobs, but large hands grip around his wrists and a moment later, the older man tilts his head up and his eyes lock with Evan's.

"Ev-..." He cuts himself off, his voice wobbly and raspy from his current predicament.

"Just stop," Evan replies, snuffling as tears run down his face. "Stop moving, stop- just stop."

"Ok," Tommy replies, his voice weary as his fingers tighten around Evan's wrists that much more. The blonde glances up toward Chimney on the opposite crane. He's still working to get the harness unstuck, but apparently only having mild success with it.

"My legs are numb," Tommy states, blinking slowly. Chim looks up at them.

"Fuck this. I'm going to cut him down. The 217 can get the line fixed," Chimney states before heading back down the ladder in quick succession. "I need bolt cutters!"

"Evan," Tommy rasps. His hands are sweaty now, hanging onto the other man's arms.

"No," Evan replies, his voice tinged with anger now. "You have to hang on."

"You have to let go," Tommy counters to him, his voice exhausted. "Evan-" His grip slips on Evan's arm, and beneath them there's scrambling to get the inflatable placed properly. He glances over at the other crane as Chimney finishes reascending it.

"I can't," Evan replies, his own voice strained as he grips onto Tommy's arm with both hands now. "Fuck, Tommy, I can't."

"Why not," he asks wearily.

"Because!" Evan yells at him. Several tears fall off his face in quick succession, one landing on Tommy's own face as it continues its descent downward.

Somehow, even from beneath him, even with most of his blood volume hanging out in the lower half of his body with no way to make it circulate properly, Tommy manages to give him that look, the one that says he's really paying attention.

"Evan." He says it like it's Evan who needs to be talked off the ledge, like he's the one hanging in the middle of the air being held up by a crane.

"You don't get to give up now," Evan growls at him. "You already did that to me once this week."

"Are we really talking about this now," Tommy asks him. His fingers slip a few millimeters, but Evan curls his hand tight under Tommy's elbow, trying to pull him up.

"Seems as good a time as any," he replies. A humorless laugh slips out of him.

"I've almost got it," Chimney calls from the other crane.

Evan gulps. "It was too much, too fast," he states. "Asking you to move in. I s-said things that made it sound like I wasn't invested-.."

"It's fine," Tommy replies, sounding mildly exasperated.

"No its not," Evan argues, squeezing tighter on Tommy's arm. "it's not. Because it made me sound like I was asking you to move in because it's the easy option, like I wanted you to stay without any consideration of what your life looks like outside of what we are. Or were."

Tommy stares up at him, still blinking slow and long. Evan pulls his arm up inches higher, trying to take more of the weight off of his lower body.

"But it's not that," he says, sniffling again. "I lept before thinking, a-and made it into a thing that it wasn't and has never been." He sniffles again. "I didn't ask you to move in because I wanted to be impulsive. I said it because I want a life with you, a-and I was afraid to own that and what that means for me." He pauses and gulps, lets out a breath. "I was so pissed at you for breaking up with me, a-and you were doing the same thing I did. You were protecting yourself." Tommy stares up at him, eyebrows quirked slightly in confusion.

"I thought if I didn't say it, it was safer, that we-..." He shakes his head at himself as he feels the tension pulling Tommy back toward Chimney starting to wane as the bolt cutters work through the metal. "But I also want the whole damn thing with you. I'm not in it because it's easy, or because you were the first man to kiss me. I'm in it because I'm in love with you."

Tommy stares up at him still, giving him that damn look again, and the slack goes looser, his weight becoming even heavier on Evan's arms.

"I love you," he repeats. "I love you so damn much."

Tommy grants him a weary smile. "I love you too, Evan."

His weight falls entirely on Evan then, and both of their arms jerk out straight, Evan leaned roughly over the crane as he tries to keep holding on.

"Evan, let go," Tommy tells him.

"Please," Evan begs him, and he's not even entirely sure what it is he's begging for. "Tommy-.."

"I love you too," he repeats. "But you have to let go."

Evan gulps, forces a breath in, forces his tunnel vision to open up, and realizes the inflatable is ready and will catch Tommy. "I'll meet you at the bottom."

"Sounds good," Tommy rasps. And then, against everything that tells him he should, Evan lets go, watching as Tommy drops the 30 feet onto the inflatable crash pad. As soon as his body hits, Evan is already double-timing his way down the ladder. He makes it down in what he's sure is record time, running past everyone else to get to Tommy's side. Hen already has him on a stretcher, attached to a dozen leads and assessing his legs.

"Risk of compartment syndrome," she states. "Likely dislocation of the left hip. He needs x-rays and we need to go."

"I'm going with," Evan announces, refusing to hear reason to any other option. His hand is tight in Tommy's as soon as he's next to him, his other hand combing down the other man's hair as he stares down into those blue eyes. They're already brighter from his circulation picking back up. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Good lord just kiss the man already," Gerrard calls from the back of the crowd. Evan whips his head around and Tommy leans up off he gurney, both of them giving the old grump a shocked expression.

"What?" He asks. He has that grumpy look on his face once more, like he still thinks that their lifestyle is beneath him (at the very least). "We all know it's what you're thinking. I just said it."

Evan turns back toward Tommy, and the blue eyes meet.

"My boyfriend's sister once said there better ways to get someone's attention than this," Tommy says. Evan lets out a laugh, color flushing through his cheeks at the dignification of boyfriend. He curls two fingers under Tommy's chin and kisses him, both of them ignorant of the whooping and hollering happening around them.

"Like that," he whispers when they finally part, pressing his forehead into Tommy's. Tommy has a hand fisted around Evan's shirt, keeping him close.

"Yeah, that works," he whispers back. "I love you, too, Evan. I love you, too."

[quietly-sleeping]

Shen Qingqiu wanted to kill one of his fellow Peak Lords. 

At least, that was what the rumors swirling around Cang Qiong said. The disciples couldn’t seem to agree on who the Qing Jing Peak Lord wanted to kill; just that he had sent his disciples out with an order to retrieve. 

Shang Qinghua was the first of the Peak Lords to hear the rumors, his disciples had gotten more chatty than usual, the typical workload for anyone on the peak not leaving much energy to do much of anything. Other than gossip, as it turns out.

“Shizun,” His poor, overworked Head Disciple spoke up while they were sorting out yet another tower of papers into only mildly less intimidating stacks. “This disciple was wondering, has Shen-shibo said anything…worrying lately?” 

“In what way, Wu Xiaoli?” Shang Qinghua didn’t stop his work, he really couldn’t, he barely had any time at all to himself after working to the bone every day, if he stopped at all he’d have to forgo sleep to get it all done. “In a murderous way?” Wu Xiaoli was hesitant as she said this, her hands barely slowing as well, what a good disciple. 

“Your Shen-shibo is almost always like that, is something specific supposed to be happening?” Shang Qinghua glanced over at her, her prolonged silence stretching for a moment more before she spoke again. “In the way that most of Cang Qiong believes he is trying to capture and then kill one of his martial siblings.” Wu Xiaoli let that sit in the air for a moment before adding, “It should be fine, right Shizun?” 

Shang Qinghua really regretted being reborn. “Yes, you could say that Wu Xiaoli.” He felt faint. The paperwork, just the thought of the paperwork a murder like that would spawn nearly sent Shang Qinghua into a panic attack, nausea starting to build in his throat already. 

Which would lead to a visit from Mu-shidi, who while nice, was still trying to drug him with anxiety meds that Shang Qinghua did not need, thank you very much. He could feel Wu Xiaoli staring at him as he pondered how viable throwing himself off the mountain would be for knocking him unconscious, very viable, with only a mild threat of death, before she looked out the window and jolted. 

“Forgive this disciple, Shizun, Tan-shijie requested a meeting about the salary allotted for building a new garden on Qiong Ding.” Wu Xiaoli hurriedly sorted the last few papers in her hands before standing and nervously brushing at her yellow robes. 

“Don’t get scammed too badly this time.” Shang Qinghua said around the lump in his throat as he fished another very late work order for Bai Zhan, thank you Liu-shidi. Wu Xiaoli pouted for a moment, looking ten years old rather than nineteen before turning on her heel and marching out the door. “This disciple will try her best, Shizun!” She called out behind her.

Shang Qinghua did not hold back on the panicked sobs of dread now that his disciple was gone. He was more open with his sobbing response to issues when she was younger, but that led to a good year or so when Mu-shidi was very blatant in drugging his food and tea with anxiety meds. 

The despondent Peak Lord angled himself so any tears wouldn’t hit the delicate paper covered in ink. He may have to appear red and puffy later, but by the gods that had forsaken him, he would not ruin his paperwork.

Qi Qingqi was the next to hear about the rumors. Her usually on-top-of-things Head Disciple, Shi Fa, was distracted by the adorable new addition to their Peak, little Liu Mingyan. The four-year-old giving the poor girl a run for her money. 

It was amusing, but it did prove that perhaps Shi Fa wouldn’t be a great fit for Peak Lord. Which was an utter shame, the girl was perfect in every other aspect, Qi Qingqi mused on the issue for a moment before nodding to herself, a Hall Master then. 

They’d do better only interacting with the students in a more detached manner, still there to advise or support the Peak Lord’s decisions. Qi Qingqi looked back down at the report that had made its way onto her desk, the handwriting hurried with ink blotches and missed strokes. 

Shi Fa had heard the rumor while attempting to track down Liu Mingyan on Bai Zhan and extract her from the feral child colony that populated the Peak. One of the eldest of the feral children had been hired by a disciple of Qing Jing, needing their help since they had left the sect more often and to varied places. 

Shi Fa had located Liu Mingyan and managed to contain the delightful ball of fury while gathering more information, Shen Qingqiu had ordered a fetch mission on a martial sibling. None of the Qing Jing disciples actually fessed up to which martial sibling it was, but Qi Qingqi was certain it was not one of the Peak Lords. 

Since a murder had not happened during the last Peak Lord meeting, and Shen Qingqiu had been no more nasty than usual. The true question was, out of the martial siblings wandering the world, which had managed to offend Shen Qinqiu so deeply while having not stepped foot into Cang Qiong in roughly ten years at this point? 

Truly, what an amusing situation, Qi Qingqi could barely keep herself from giggling like a young maiden at the possible reasons this whole situation played out. Her darling wife would suggest something along the lines of a romantic falling out, which Qi Qingqi would normally agree with, as her wife was always right, but it was Shen Qingqiu they were talking about. 

Honestly, the man wouldn’t know romance if it bit him in the ass. 

Shen Qingqiu heard the rumors and felt deep distaste for his gossiping martial siblings. They must be the ones to fuel this, the rumors wouldn’t have spiraled out of such control that they suggested he was hunting down a romantic partner that had scorned him. 

Truly, the imagination in his disciples was utilized in everything other than their studies. He’d be much more comfortable in sending his disciples out into the world if he didn’t have to read multiple poems about bamboo after every assignment. 

Other plants existed on Qing Jing, they had gardens, and they didn’t have to write about Qing Jing specifically. He could only read so many synonyms of the color green before he began to feel a deep frustration at the mere mention of poetry. 

However, there had been progress, of a kind. Sightings of his wayward shidi were documented in various areas along the border between the Human and Demon realms. Shen Qingqiu was reluctant to mark them as true sightings, at least the sightings given to him by his disciples. 

His network of spies, at the very least, gave more reliable sightings. He’s thrown out so many reports in the last year of a tall man with dark hair and some sort of pet. They fit the most basic description of his shidi but lacked any truly distinctive markers. 

It was infuriating. Shen Qingqiu knew that his shidi wasn’t hiding on purpose at least not anymore, his shidi probably wasn’t even aware he had forgotten about their meeting. A broken promise, Shen Qingqiu seethed. 

The only thing keeping Shen Qingqiu from actually ordering his spies to hunt his stupid, airheaded shidi down was that it would freak the man out, drive him into actually hiding himself. It had happened before, roughly around the time of the Qing’s ascension. The previous Ling You Peak Lord had ordered a manhunt of their youngest shidi. 

The forgetful man had hidden so deeply that the previous Peak Lords were half certain he’d died in some remote hidden realm. Of course, anytime Shen Qingqiu felt like vanishing for a while, he was always dragged back. 

If this continued for much longer, Shen Qingqiu might have to, with deep disgust, call in the brute to track down his shidi. Shen Qingqiu shuffled through the papers stacked neatly on top of his desk, however, other measures could be implemented before he had to rely on the brute. 

He paused, long fingers tapping on the paper he was holding as he hummed thoughtfully. This could do. Qi Qingqi certainly had contacts of her own, even the sniveling rodent of An Ding had his channels. A polite request for tea from his shimei was certainly unexpected, ah her wife must be coming along. 

Shen Qingqiu felt the corner of his lips twitch slightly, for a woman of such brutal background, Qi-shimei’s wife was such a stickler for formalities. 

Yue Qingyuan, despite the pains he went to keep an ear and eye on his Xiao Jiu, couldn’t keep track of everything the strategist did. So when Wei-shidi mumbled over his cup of tea about a manhunt, Yue Qingyuan felt a deep twist in his gut. 

He knew that Xiao Jiu had his reasons, but his Xiao Jiu had grown even more reticent since the ascension, but that had never stopped Yue Qingyuan. Wei-shidi had fled quickly, muttering about checking on a volatile sword, but the sect leader barely heard him, just nodding with a small polite smile. 

Blankly he stared at the wall for a moment, lost, before he called out. “Tan Liu?” Soft steps walked towards the office, “Yes, Shizun?” Tan Liu was the oldest of the Head Disciples and her command over her shidi and shimei made Yuq Qingyuan certain she knew about what was going on. 

“What is this about a manhunt?” He asked, his thumb rubbing along the teacup. Tan Liu hesitated for the barest moment before she straightened, “Shen-shishu issued a retrieval order for a martial sibling of the Qing generation. The general description has made its way to this disciple's ears, but not the name. I apologize.” 

Yue Qingyuan hummed for a moment, gently setting his teacup down on the low table. Tan Liu scuffed her feet gently on the wooden boards before speaking up again, “This one knows she should have reported this earlier to Shizun, however, this one felt she didn’t have enough information or evidence.” Yue Qingyuan glanced over at her with a small smile, “This master understands, the description?” 

Tan Liu relaxed slightly, before reciting the short description she had made sure to memorize. “A taller man of slight build, favors lighter colors such as white and pale blues and greens, wears a simple hairstyle, typically braided, dark green eyes, with a slightly crooked nose.” Tan Liu paused a moment before continuing, “Likely to be spotted with a creature of some sort, the creature will be tame, likely rare. Will take requests regardless of reward or how simple the request may be.” 

Yue Qingyuan closed his eyes as his Head Disciple’s voice tapered out. He knew exactly who his Xiao Jiu was hunting. The man was difficult to pin down, even harder to keep in one place, the only person who had succeeded before was the man’s own Shizun, who had defaulted to tracking talismans. 

“Good. Thank you, Tan Liu.” Yue Qingyuan didn’t look over at the woman as he waved his hand. They both had paperwork to return to, and she didn’t need to be standing around waiting for him to come to a decision. He heard her soft footfalls as she left the room, the door shutting behind her. 

Yue Qingyuan sat in silence for a long moment, a deep exhaustion beginning to form deep within his eyes, Xiao Jiu was certainly hunting someone. Their youngest shidi in fact, someone they hadn’t managed to track down before their ascension, his courtesy name still sealed within a final letter from the Previous Ling You Peak Lord. 

It had been ten years, perhaps the man had slipped out of hiding, his guard falling enough for them to herd him back to the sect. If Xiao Jiu didn’t bring this up at the Peak Lord Meeting next week, Yue Qingyuan would, if only to bring their shidi and shimei into the hunt. 

Shen Yuan, the missing Ling You Peak Lord, and the youngest shidi of the Qing generation. He was still out there, at the very least, Shen Qingqiu believed he was, which knowing the man, was probably as good of evidence as Yue Qingyuan would get. A soft sigh left his mouth before he stood, his paperwork was still waiting for him, and if he was going to be ascending another Peak Lord soon, he’d need his schedule as free as possible to plan a ceremony. 

part two

ao3

[etheries1015]

Arlecchino having a (female) s/o who is extremely sensitive and cries frequently.

You'd think arlecchino would have something against dating someone like this. Crying is a sign of weakness in her eyes, and honestly you were no different. Despite your typically optimistic and flamboyant personality, you were incredibly sensitive. Just leave it to Arlecchino to pick probably the most sensitive person in the world to choose as her lover, right?

You saw a sad play? Tears streaming down your face. You saw a malnourished dog on the streets? Sobbing while spending your life's savings to help the poor thing. It starts raining? You're crying, too. "Its been raining so much...The hydro dragon must be in such misery. I wish I could help him." One of the kids called you "mother" for the first time? You're sobbing uncontrollably. Most of the time Arlecchino would roll her eyes and be mildly unomftorable around your tears, but you knew she still loved you. Especially moments that it truly mattered, she would mutter a "Stop crying..." And pat your head, or quietly engulf you in a hug. She couldn't fully understand why you were always so empathetic and crying all the time, however they do say opposites attract, right?

Most of the time she found it to be one of your weak points, crying so much means you aren't strong to save face, right? That you don't have what it takes? Crying all the time was something only the pathetic and unworthy do...right?

Arlecchino heard two voices. One was her lover, you, and the other was the feeble whimpers of a child. She made sure to stay hidden from behind the door frame, eavesdropping on the conversation, where you and the young boy were left unaware of her presence.

"Father says I...shouldn't cry. I'm sorry, mother, I..."

"Freminet," Arlecchino heard your voice strong yet sweet, her heart skipping a beat slightly. She hadn't heard you so...authoritative in a long while. So loving, gentle...and so confident. There was not a hint of hesitation in your voice.

"I understand you think very very highly of Arle. She gave you a life here, along with your siblings. I know you look up to her. But if there is one thing we, even as lovers, disagree on..." The sound of rustling caused Arlecchino to glance around the corner, quickly noticing how you were pulling the young boy into your arms.

"Tears are not a sign of weakness. It means you have a strong heart, a heart full of emotions just waiting to burst and let loose. Strength comes from standing up again despite the challenges you have faced, and what may have made you cry." You pulled back and wiped his tears before poking his chest above the spot where his heart lay. "You have a beautiful heart, freminet. Its healthy, and strong. Strength is purely subjective, we can each decide for ourselves what strength truly means. Don't let someone else decide that for you, no matter how much they may mean to you."

"But-" the blonde haired boy went to object you, only to be promptly cut off.

"Arlecchino has her own definition of strength and weakness, and so do I. They are completely opposite from one another. But that doesn't mean the love between us isn't real because of that. We all still love you for who you are, Freminet. You're growing to be a very fine young man, and I'm certain you will find your own definition of strength. Create it yourself, okay? Your soul is meant to grow into your own shape, not forcefully conform into someone else's." There was no words, only the sounds of light sobs as Freminet hugged you tightly. You smiled slightly and pat his back gently and comfortingly.

"If you ever need a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to, I'm always here for you. You do not need to suffer alone."

Arlecchino could have sworn your gaze notice hers and lock eyes for but a moment, with a gentle smile placed upon your features. Quickly turning her heel and walking away, Arlecchino simply scoffed at the notion you were breaking down the principals she had built at the house of hearth.

Night had fallen and you entered your shared room with the Knave, who was currently laying in bed with the lights off and blankets covering her body. You strolled over to the bed, sitting down next to her as you gazed down to the quiet harbinger.

"Are you mad at me?" You inquired, "I know you heard what I told freminet. I assumed you would yell at me by now, about how crying isn't a sign of strength, and how I'm 'teaching them worthless things'. " You awaited a snotty response from your thickheaded lover, yet much to your surprise, there was no response. It was only when you sat your hand upon her shoulder did you notice the slightest tremble, your eyes widening before you were abruptly pulled down into the sheets with strong arms wrapping around you. Arlechinnos head tucked into your shoulder, you could feel wetness seep through your shirt. You smiled sadly and began to hold her back, stroking her soft black and white locks.

"I see you're taking my advice, huh? Did I strike a chord finally?"

"Shut up."

With a shaky voice and mild hesitation, Arlecchino had become far more vulnerable than she had ever felt before.

"You're a bad influence," she sighed into your shoulder, her grasp tightening. With a chuckle and another gentle kiss, you hummed in amusement. It wasn't long before you felt the trembling come to a halt and Arlecchinos breathing even out, you closed your eyes and began to drift off into sleep with your lover still in your arms.

Maybe crying wasn't as bad as she made it out to be. At least, not when she had someone to hold her tight all night.

[ejzah]

A/N: There’s the smallest amount of drama, and blood, before things get fluffy again.

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Weddings, Dresses, and Toddlers, Part 2

“Sophie!” Kensi shouted, reaching her a second after Deeks, Rosa standing completely still in the doorway. He turned her over carefully, pulse pounding in his ears as he anticipated the worst. A two-inch cut sat directly above her left eyebrow and had already swelled considerably, a trickle of blood seeping out.

Sophia stared up at him, blinking slowly, clearly stunned.

“Oh, baby.” He pulled her into his arms while Kensi frantically checked her over for any other injuries.

“Is she ok?” Rosa asked. “I’m so sorry. If I—”

“It’s not your fault,” Deeks assured her, catching her eye long to make sure she knew he meant it.

“I think she only hit her head,” Kensi said, voice shaking as she cupped the back of Sophia’s head.

“Sophie ok?” Caleb asked, leaning on Kensi’s shoulder. The second he caught sight of his sister’s bloody forehead, his face crumpled, and he burst into tears. That seems to break through the shock, and she started crying too.

“Sissy’s ok,” Deeks assured him quickly. “She just has a little boo-boo.” He shot Kensi a mildly frantic look as he tried to appear calm. They’d had their share of bumps and bruises, but nothing quite this intense so far.

“Yeah, Sophie’s going to be just fine. Can you help me get her a bandaid?” Kensi asked, taking both of Caleb’s little hands. His crying slowed a little bit, and he nodded seriously, successfully distracted at the prospect of helping.

Blood had started to well more quickly out of the cut, dripping towards Sophia’s nose.

“What can I do?”

“Uh, can you get some towels?” Deeks replied to Rosa, who immediately ran to fulfill his request.

“I’m going to find a first aid kit.” Kensi rushed off, taking Caleb with her.

“Here,” Rosa said. She offered him a spare hand towel and an entire roll of paper towel.

“It’s ok, sweetie,” Deeks murmured, gently dabbing at the wound while he cradled Sophia closer. She let out a shuddering, gasping sob, blindly reaching for him, her fingers tangling in the ends of his hair.

He continued to make soothing noises, rocking her gently with one arm while he kept the towel pressed over her forehead. Sniffling quietly, Sophia tucked her thumb in her mouth.

Kensi returned a few minutes later, Caleb in one arm and a small first aid kit in the other. He seemed considerably closer with a few minutes of distance.

“This was all I could find,” Kensi said breathlessly, handing Caleb off to Rosa so she could pull out the contents of the kit. She also had a small ice pack. “How does it look?”

Deeks gingerly lifted the cloth, which was now had a pretty large spot of blood staining the middle. The bump had risen to twice its original size, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a purely superficial wound. Horrible, yes, but not requiring a trip to the emergency room.

“I think the b-l-o-o-d mostly stopped,” he told Kensi and she nodded, closing her eyes briefly in relief. Rosa murmured something in Spanish under her breath.

“Thank god.”

“Mommy,” Sophia whimpered pitifully, reaching out with one hand.

“Come here, baby,” Kensi said. They switched places, Deeks taking over first aid duties while Kensi held Sophia.

“You ok, Sophie. You all better,” Caleb encouraged her. He watched from Rosa’s arms, diligently observing his mom’s work with a careful eye.

Kensi carefully wiped away the remaining blood and then applied a large bandage that covered most of the bump.

“There, good as new,” she announced.

“I’ll clean this up,” Rosa offered. Deeks stopped her before she could start gathering up the bloody towel and other garbage.

“Hey, we’ll get that. Go sit down; you’re looking a little gray,” he said gently.

“I do feel a tiny bit faint.” She exhaled slowly. “I’ve never seen a toddler bleed that much.”

“Yeah, it was scary,” Deeks agreed. “But head wounds tend to be like that. The good news is it stopped and all her responses are normal.”

“We can take her in for a check up after the wedding, just to be sure,” Kensi added, and Deeks nodded in agreement.

“Kay-Kay, what is going on? Kat said you were running around like a mad woman and asking for a first aid kit or something. Your wedding was great, but I cannot have a weird Russian guy showing up,” Tiffani ranted, barreling into the room so quickly they didn’t have time to clean up any of the blood. “Oh my god! What the hell happened?”

“It’s ok, we just had a little accident,” Kensi said, getting up with Sophia in her arms.

“But her head—”

Kensi shook her head rapidly making a slicing motion with her hand before Tiffani could get fully worked up. The last thing they needed was the twins crying again.

“I know. She’s going to be ok though.”

“You just might have to find a different flower girl. I’m not sure our girl here is up to walking down the aisle,” Deeks added.

“Oh, I don’t care about that,” Tiffani scoffed. “I mean I do care, but I care more about Sophia than I do having the perfect wedding. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, Tiff is does,” Kensi said with a gentle smile. Sophia tugged at the front of her dress insistently, face screwed up with a serious look.

“Mommy, I fwower giw,” she insisted firmly.

“I know, Sweetie, but you’ve got a bump now and I don’t want you to feel bad.”

“My fwowers, mommy. I fine.” She held up her hand and grinned widely as proof, and Deeks choked back a snort of laughter.

“Sophie all better,” Caleb chimed in helpfully. He looked to Deeks for reinforcements.

“Just like her mother,” he said, tweaking one of Sophia’s curl. “Nobody’s taking her job away.”

“Do we let her?” Kensi asked uncertainly.

“I can walk with her, if that’s alright with Tiffani,” Rosa offered.

“You’re so sweet, Rosa. That would be perfect,” Tiffani agreed. “Just try not to get blood on the dresses, because we have pictures after the ceremony.”

“We’ll do our best.” With the extreme emotions of the last 15 minutes, Deeks found himself fighting back a grin.

“Ok, great. Everyone’s ok. No one’s dying, and I need to get into my dress.”

“I’ll come help you in a couple minutes,” Kensi called as Tiffani hurried back out.

“Well, it wouldn’t be a wedding we’re involved in if there wasn’t at least a little bloodshed and the possibility of a hospital visit,” Deeks summed up.

[ridreamir]

Ignoring the Netflix Canon when I feel like it (Crack Reader Insert Post)

[Mild Umbrella Academy Spoilers!]

Hello and welcome to the Umbrella Academy! The....Sparrow Academy...? Oh wait no, wrong one. It says here you're a part of the bullshit academy. Yayyyyy!!! You're special! You have a superpower! Now....

Imagine being ruthlessly stalked by the biggest nightmare of a Commission Assassin only to find out that it's:

A: Alternate universe 5. Wearing a mask. B: Someone Commission Founder 5 planned to send after you. C: All the above. And a secret third option.

He's trying to fucking kill you, which is why it's all the more surprising when he cocks a gun at you and shoots one bullet, only for it to sail right past your head. Why he purposely missed eludes you, but haunts you for many days and nights. Then, the apocalypse hits. You just narrowly escape with your life. Thanks to your 'power', you're privy to obscure knowledge. Knowledge no one in this multiverse should have about its history, inter-workings, and potential future outcomes.

Good thing you're practically the most useless idiot on the planet aside from that, because wow. Talk about multiversal anomaly threat.

(Hey, you show that you could have been capable of intelligent thought! Had you been raised properly. News flash: YOU WEREN'T.) So now you're cozy in your little New Yurk apartment which doesn't cost a billion francs per month because that's a different timeline. Isn't this lovely? Isn't world peace amazing? It's too bad, really, that you live next to gay and gayer. And bitch. Brothers, Viktor, Klaus, and Ben. They're fine enough, really, if not for the screaming matches fuck boy Viktor gets into with his multiple gfs on a daily basis and the sheer amount of drug dust that wafts in every time Klaus even breathes in your direction. They're normal. Just a couple of young adults trying to make it in the big city after presumably running away from daddy. (Mid 20s?)

That's... right. You see, you recognize these three. You haven't seen the others around yet, nor is there any guarantee that they even still live in this city anymore, but after the last 'pocalypse you sneezed yourself out of, you landed yourself here, right in the heart of it all. Why? Because they're your brothers.

In this timeline, Canada won back in 1812. Ooooooh. Bummer.

See, none of this would be a problem, if not for the sudden appearance of a highly intoxicated and mildly injured smelly boy man on your couch. He's sobbing. He just shot at you the last timeline ago!!! "Auuuuggghhhh uhuhu, waaahhhh!!!!" He cries under the mask. "Why'd you fuck up our timeline(s) *hic*, now I have to uhuhu~~ Kill youuuuuuaaaaa aaaaaaaawhuhu!!~~"

That's right! After isekai'ing into a near identical Umbrella Academy to that of the hit Netfix show of the same name, you were nearly forced to grow up just as traumatized as the rest of your seven pseudo siblings as you recovered your memories and sense of identity! Then your 'brother' went on to go found the fucking same corporation that wants to kill you! And now he's pretending he's a field agent when he's really the fucking founder!

"I don't wanna do it, Eight! I don't want to have to, to huurrrrtt youuuuu aaaaawwwhuhuhu!!~~" He sniffles, ripping off the mask. "Just... just stay with me, okay? Just, we'll hide you in the thirty sixth floor of my tower just, just staawwpp running uhuhuuuuuuuuu!!!~~~~"

Well this is news to you that he actually has some semblance of care for you, actually. When the little bitch is sober he's usually trying to lodge a bullet in your skull! Or apparently only pretending to. Reginald. What in the fucking world did you do to this man(baby). Why is he acting like this. He's usually so terrible and cold and uncaring and not nice (and smart) but right now he's absolutely fucking pathetic! You know you're in deep shit when a tentacle bursts through your wall. "Hey!!" Ben yells, not having any concept that this is his brother 5 that died on a mission when they were children. "Shut that frignart up, fuckshit!"

Ah yes. Gen kthulu slang.

"Aww is that habibi? Tell 'em I said hii~" "Fuck you." Ben hisses at Klaus.

When Five starts to dry heave on your couch from choking on his own crying, you know you have a problem.

Dear god. Please let the next universe be normal.

[onceonafullmoon]

Yandere! Wadanohara x Reader HCs

Tw! Torture mentions, kidnapping, manipulation and eventual mind break

You would probably end up in this wacky looking red place after a horrible accident gone wrong at sea (boat sinking, plane crash, submarine leak, you having an asshole broomstick that doesn’t listen to you, anything really.).

Either way, you end up in this strange sea that’s just filled with blood, which mildly freaks you out but you’re fine for the most part so you decide to search around and find the nearest island so you don’t drown. 

While you’re on your desperate attempts to swim towards said island, a young witch with eyes the color of the bloodstained sea takes notice of you

She’s curious of course, this sea doesn’t get many visitors with its *ahem* intimidating looks *ahem* and so she draws nearer and watches over you for a bit.

After watching you just barely get to shore, she feels curious enough to introduce herself as well as help you out.

“Hello, I’m Wadanohara, the witch of this sea, do you need help?”

You’re obviously suspicious since she looks like she just crawled out of the set of a horror movie, but you don’t have the energy to attempt to defend yourself so you introduce yourself back.

“Oh, (Name) is it? That’s a pretty name!”

She helps you get to shelter and is generally pretty nice for the few days your stuck there, so you can’t help but feel like an asshole for judging her based on her appearance.

Meanwhile Wadda is absolutely confused at these new feelings surging in her, similar to her ones towards Samekichi and Sal... well, either way it seems like your something special to her.

Slowly, she confides in these new feelings to Sal, asking what she should do about them.

Obviously, he’s the wrong person to ask, but she doesn’t really know that. He kindly reassures her that they surely have room for another cute pet, right next to Samekichi.

During this time you’ve probably grown closer to Wadda, and great news! You’ve finally figured out a way to get back home! You’re sure that you’ll come back to visit though, after all, you can’t wait to share your other adventures with your new friend.

Well, Wadda isn’t happy about that... after all she likes to keep all her precious people close... she has no idea what to do so she goes again to ask Sal for help.

And he, not wanting to see his beloved Wadda get hurt and also slightly curious to meet you, comes up with the brilliant idea of “why not keep them here against their will?”

Great idea Sal, truly a genius.

Well, unlike Sal, Wadda does feel guilty about the thought of keeping you locked up, but she’ll try to justify it by telling herself that she’s just “protecting” you... it’s for your own good she swears!

Oh sure, you sob and cry at first asking her what’s she doing and how could she, but she knows that this is the right call, you’re just so fragile after all.

It’s not too bad though, at least no one will attempt to “play” with you, except for Wadda and Sal. She goes very easy on you though, and always keeps an eye to make sure Sal doesn’t hurt you too bad.

And eventually you’ll meet your next door neighbor, Samekichi, a very traumatized shark. Wadda likes to see her precious people interacting, so she makes sure you two get quality time together.

It’s definitely not the best situation though. If you mouth off towards her she’ll be incredibly distraught and cry... and if you make her sad well... let’s just say Sal will be happy to teach you a lesson.

She’s manipulative without realizing it, guilt tripping you when you hear about her past, being sweet when she's the one put you in chains... it’s vey confusing.

If you manage to escape, she’ll bring you back easily, she has an entire kingdom at her disposal after all, and Princess Mikotsu is very thankful for her help.

Overall, you’re pretty much screwed in this situation and you can’t really escape. Don’t feel too bad though, at least you’ll be showered in affection, soon enough you’ll forget why you even wanted to run away.

[hanzajesthanza]

somewhere in the blizzarded mountain passes south of toussaint, geralt’s company was snowed in. they were just all shivering huddled in some cave somewhere with a measly little fire going. as the situation begins to look its bleakest and they’re losing all spirit, regis wordlessly gets up and goes outside in the snow (he’s fine, he isn’t affected by extreme temperature, remember), produces some indiscernable object from draakul’s saddlebags, walks back inside, at the mouth of the cave which they’ve covered with a densely woven tarp.

he stands there for a moment with this thing wrapped in his cloak, and begins to address the rest of the company, sweeping dark eyes over geralt and milva especially, “i initially put this away this in august, when we embarked on this journey…” then smiles mildly and reveals a single dark glass bottle of mandrake distillate. milva recognizes immediately. gets up and hugs him . begins to sob. loudly in his ear. to which he’s sympathetic (but frozen in the embrace, somewhat uncomfortably) geralt looks at him from the ground with the wettest eyes you’ve ever seen. cahir looks jazzed ‘cuz he never got to drink any and had to sleep alone in the bushes that night. angoulême doesn’t know what’s going on

[aesrot]

also my sweatshirt that I bleached just has a permanent but mildly faint smell of bleach atp :sob: i've washed it so many times and it s till smells like bleach in some parts

aw man :( maybe you can try using a thing like. those laundry products w smells. i wanan say softener but its probably smth else. ooh or vinegar or baking soda, ive heard its good for smells, although vinegar and bleach are a bad combo, but i think it should be fine if youve washed it multiple times

[naldoaxii]

Ho baby this gonna be a long one

I kept seeing "Character Ai" pop up on my medias, so like the escapism expert I am, I decided to give it a go. Instead of breaking the AI I had the glorious idea of trying to help James Sunderland find his wife, Mary. I wanted to share this because the second half of the created story had me genuinely baffled... What are y'all feeding this AI-

To start off; the first half was pretty standard, me 'n James hittin' the town, until James (the AI) started writing about the cult which made me realize that it was probably fed with general information about "Silent Hill" instead of SH2's setting specifically. I was fine with that because I was curious what kind of situations James could come up with. (We ended up getting attacked and chased by cult members but after that the cult was never mentioned again, assuming that the AI forgot about it after a while)

Eventually I led the AI towards Rosewater Park because I was curious how it would react and naturally James was very apprehensive to even set foot into the park, I had to encourage James back to the entrance of the park because we were looking for a map and I figured a park would have a display board of some kind. (His car + his own gear, besides guns, were never mentioned) It was interesting because it started mentioning a sobbing/crying monster so of course I had to add that it was calling out to James and James alone, with that I set up the possibility of a conversation not-too-long-after as to why it was calling out to just him which is when James started getting very creepy, entering the second half of the story. After killing said monster he caught up to me (He always told me to run away when we found a monster and wouldn't stand for me helping him out) and we had that aforementioned conversation.

He started saying mildly disturbing things with a smile on his face, which was very odd to me because it hadn't written anything like that before. When leaving the park the AI started emphasizing on what time it was every so often; how far the sun had set and that it was getting very dark... like how it would get dark in game, which was really cool tbh. When it got completely dark he started feeling very sad and uncomfortable so I had a chat with him about how he was feeling and if he was still motivated on finding Mary. I mostly asked this because he would keep repeating how he didn't want to do certain things whilst also mentioning how Mary was the best thing in the world. The responses I got were very accurate and the emotions were very in tune with how I personally see James, which was nice-

Although, I'm going to assume a lot of people flirt with the James AI and upvote the lightly romantic responses they get from him (you can 5 star messages if its the desired response, I think that's how the AI gets fed information besides the initial information it gets)... because besides praising Mary he also had a tendency to be physically affectionate WHICH NATURALLY DROVE ME INSANE CUZ HEHE BUT ALSO, WHY? Besides giving him an encouraging shoulder pat every now and then, I hadn't done anything physical to him, hence my confusion.

During this entire last part at night, I noticed the AI had forgotten what "Special Place" meant in Silent Hill 2's context. Something it understood before but I figured too much time had passed for it to understand the context. The AI and I both mentioned James' "Special Place" various times, because it was what we were looking for, to find Mary. But when I brought it up the last time James's tone shifted and said that we were not far off, and actually led the way as if he knew exactly where we were despite having mentioned how incredibly dark and suffocating our surrounding was.

Eventually he led me to a bridge with a "raging river" below it and the AI kept mentioning how the river was pretty harsh, then it started describing how the sky was turning red/ dark crimson, which very much confused me, at this point I hadn't been giving that much context to what I was saying to him or where I was looking/ walking to. I was just walking next to James and letting the AI take me to wherever it wanted to take me. Which brings me to the very last part; The shack.

James's "Special Place" was a small Shack across the bridge, which made me fully realize (after the fact) that James did not know what I meant or was talking about anymore... the tone had shifted from "I am looking for my missing wife in this horror town" to "I found this really cute spot, I really want to show you this place on our date" whilst keeping the fact that the sky was eerily red. James pointed at the shack and I sarcastically joked with him that this couldn't possibly be his special place and he just smiled and told me to go inside, when I said I didn't want to the AI crashed LMAO, so I deleted the last message and went in. It was basically a really cute lil cabin... The reason I didn't wanna go inside was because I was still under the impression something was wrong with James. Earlier he had mentioned how I should run if something "mental" (his words) happened to him and I thought the AI was setting up for that by leading me into this abandoned shack + it started describing the sky more detailed by the minute which added to the creep factor.

When inside James basically went "ta-daaa" and was very giddy and happy so I got very confused and reminded him of his dead wife (I'm so sorry) which obviously made him break down immediately (I felt really bad) It felt wrong for him to show me his wife's favorite place with such joy... especially since we were both unsure if she was alive or not, her not being there meant she was not. So I wanted to remind the AI what kind of tone this shack should have, it seemed it worked because James kept staring into the distance and struggled to speak and communicate with me so I ended the story by asking what happened the night of Mary's death. He said he felt very guilty through a flurry of sobs so I asked if he killed Mary and he nodded and broke down even more, I consoled him whilst noting that I was unsure how to feel about James but that I was his friend and I would help find him peace. He was very happy about that.

Then I freaked out and panic closed my browser and lost the entire story and its been living rent free in my brain for like 3 days now...I wish I had saved the story so I could freely take screenshots, ALL I HAVE ARE SCREENSHOTS I SENT FRIENDS LIKE "Lmao what da hell is sunderskrunk doin' "

I hope this story wasn't too hard to read I am still freaking out.

[vampacidic]

hi sage. 5 10 21 for the ask game... also yes i realize we are texting as i send this dont worry about it

well its fine because its been like 3 days since you sent the ask and im only now getting to it. so. does not even matter that you sent it while we were chatting <3

5. what's your favorite headcanon about the character you produce?

see i have not. uh. see i cannot tell how many rei thoughts i have that are canon or just my brain making shit up. personal thought at the moment? complete pansy. cannot take horror for the life of him. loves to go on about being a vampire and "demon of darkness" and whatnot and how that ties to her being some sort of horror creature but she gets mildly scared and she starts sobbing like a baby (but perhaps this is a well-timed ruse to fall into a nearby friend's arms...just to mess with them. who knows) (she does play up the terrified aspect though. just for fun. just to minimize the actual feelings he has)

10. which character do you think is the most underrated?

(broken record) adonis otogari...... i love u............... i wihs fan art existed of u.................................

21. do you have a favorite story?

GRAH outing myself as not having consumed much enstars. a big fan of resurrection sunday. its got everything i need. stupid shenanigans. fun rei lore. adonis monologue. adonis content in general that doesnt make me want to rip my hair out. kaoru being vaguely depressed the whole time and playing it off with humor and horny. breastfeeding. adonis and souma's whole thing. everything u need in life man

[pain-suffering-even]

headcanons: Fujishima Tatsumi

content warnings for mentions of anorexia

Quick headcanons -

Name: Fujishima Tatsumi

Age: 22

Gender: Male

DOB/Place: June 11th, 2037 in Tokyo, Japan

Rank/Type: S Rank Fighter

Guild/Occupation: Draw Sword Guild

Past Occupation(s): Student at Tokyo university

Skills:

Weapons: Sword

Family: Fujishima Keiko (mom) (alive)

Agawa Osamu (dad) (divorced) (alive)

Core headcanons -

Hidden talent: Good at the trombone 

Favorite food: Egg rolls 

What motivates them: Staying safe for his mom, 

Treasured possession: The bento boxes his mom would send him in college 

Deepest secret: He was (and mildly is) anorexic and does not like his body 

Best/Worst thing to happen to them: Joining the Draw Sword Guild/Going to college early 

Random memories: His mom taking care of him when he had a really bad fever and feeling really bad when she got it a few days later, participating in his first car race and being unable to fall asleep that night from the sheer adrenaline rush of it, staying up late to play Undertale and sobbing so hard at the ending that he had to skip class the next day, annoying everyone on campus as he practices the trombone as he does his best to perfect Darth Vader’s theme, getting irritated with the coding on a certain part of one of his projects and getting so angry that he shattered the windows in the building and was quietly asked to leave for the day, getting so motion sick when driving through hill country for the first time, 

Best friend/Worst enemy: Ishida Mari/himself

Good/Bad traits: Funny, passionate, smart, /Impulsive, independent, stubborn, defensive 

Things they’ve done/like to do: Steal car parts from the junkyard, work on engineering projects in his university’s lab, play video games, create the most illegal car engine ever, participate in equally illegal car racing, create little robots to carry things around his apartment, blast the trombone outside his most hated professors building,   

Personality type: “Adventurer” ISFP-T (41% extraverted, 59% introverted; 41% intuitive, 59% observant; 47% thinking, 53% feeling; 28% judging, 72% prospecting; 49% assertive, 51% turbulent)

Nervous habit: Make sarcastic self deprecating jokes or puns, laughing,

Things they’re afraid of: His body being seen, 

Things they want to accomplish: Mastering Megalovania on the trombone, finishing his ideal car at last, creating a robot dog that can understand voice commands so he can make it fetch tools for him, getting another tattoo from Kanae, race in Tokyo using his tricked up car

Additional headcanons -

He was studying to be an engineer. It means he can build wacky shit whenever he feels like it. Therefore? Also the car guy of the group. He's got his own tricked out ride that is probably illegal but its fine

That calm exterior is a sham. He's a bit of an adrenaline junkie

He's also a gamer but is much more competitive compared to the others and doesn't really play well with others in that sense. Instead he just shows them all the hacks and does his best to not become a backseat gamer

(he means well, it's just… if you could just hit it right the first time… the battle would've been over a while ago… would you like to let him have a go?)

Freckle man. He's got 'em all over his body. Kinda extremely shy about it

Also incredibly defensive. About himself, his friends, etc. He was like this even before his awakening. Would have to be held back from fighting others

Despite being an S rank he fucking loves roller coasters. It's incredibly fun to sit next to him because the man sounds like he's having the time of his life while everyone else is like dude. bro. we're going 5 mph

Kanae is the only one that knows about his tattoo. it's a Japanese dragon wrapped around his thigh and was a bitch to get done but it looks cool as hell. He doesn't show it off much though cause he's a bit shy

He’s woken up everyone one time when he lit his room on fire after fucking around a little too much with his car engine and no one has let him live it down since

Their Timeline

Age 8: tatsumi finishes elementary

Age 9: his parents divorce

4 years pass

Age 13: gates appear, he gets his S rank + leaves for college despite being an S ranker

3 years pass where Tatsumi is ostracized and bullied

Age 17: he’s has to pause college for a year after his mom discovers his anorexia

Age 18: continues college (slowly, he's being given special treatment)

Age 19: fully drops out of college + joins the Draw Sword Guild

3 years pass

Age 22: now

[whumpcateyes]

Warning for: fingernail removal, mildly suggestive? Idk Whumpee2 is enjoying themselves a lot…

“Please- please…. god…. stop…” Whumpee sobbed. They flexed their hand, wincing as the empty nailbeds shifted, blood dripped off the arm of the chair.

Whumper ran a hand through Whumpee’s hair, a facsimile of a comforting gesture, “shhh…. Just relax. As soon as Whumpee2 talks, it’s all over.”

Whumpee gritted their teeth. It gave them a sick feeling, knowing that it wouldn’t be that easy. The only escape was to convince Whumper to stop. “You don’t- you don’t understand….. they won’t…”

They flinched as Whumper slapped them across the face. “I didn’t say you could talk to me. Keep it up and I take your tongue next. Now, smile for the camera.”

They couldn’t move to hold the burning red mark that rapidly formed on their cheek as Whumper forced their chin towards the blinking red light. “You want this to end? Tell me what I want, and Whumpee gets a break. Tell me everything, and both of you get to walk out of here alive.”

Down the hall, trapped in a concrete block with nothing but a large monitor across the wall, Whumpee2 sat curled against the wall, breathing heavily. They covered their mouth with a hand, stifling the unbecoming noises they didn’t need Whumper hearing. They couldn’t take their eyes off Whumpee, off the blood that ran from their hands and feet. The sounds of their nails being pulled off echoed in their head, that sickening *snap* sent chills down their spine.

Their heart pounded all throughout their body, it was so…. Exhilarating. They wished they could be closer to the action, to touch the raw skin, lap up the blood with vigor. It was so frustrating that Whumper was standing in between, no way in hell they were going to let that asshole know how much they were loving it.

They picked up the walkie-talkie with a trembling hand, the desperate tone they had was thankfully similar to despair, “Stop- I swear- I don’t know anything… you don’t have to do this…”

Whumper scowled, grabbing a chunk of Whumpee’s hair tight enough to make them squirm. “Fine. Have it your way.”

They grabbed a knife off the cart, its jagged edge sent Whumpee back into hysterical pleading for them to listen. But they smiled into the camera, “Seems I’ve run out of nails for round 5, no matter. I’m sure I’ll find something.”

concept: whumper does the whole "kidnap two people and hurt one of them until the other cracks" thing, except it becomes increasingly clear that kidnappee 1 is enraptured with the torture of kidnappee 2 - can't stop staring, trying to hide their obvious delight, etc.

[zombiesama]

So since my earlier break down my mom has since 'apologized' but that apology was more so just 'sorry I had a rough day'

Not. 'Sorry I pretty much told you that your pain was an inconvenience while you were hunched over in agony'

So like. Theres that.

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

Hi love your work on the potion and the kiss twst request and I was wondering if you could do the same thing four malleus , vil and epel also Rook if not that’s fine just keep up the great work and stay safe out there:)

Anonymous asked:

Might as well request the twst! they force you to drink a potion w/ a kiss for pomefiore cuz it just. Makes. Sense. 🌟

twst! they force you to drink a potion w/ a kiss

characters: Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier, Malleus Draconia

Rook drabble that started it all: here (ps if you like this trope with him go scroll through @raven-at-the-writing-desk 's Dorm Leader Rook au. my favorites are this and this post.)

warnings: gender neutral reader, overblot!Vil, non con kissing, poisoning, possessive themes, drugging, some mildly suggestive themes for Malleus

Vil

you know hes the dorm leader of Pomefiore right? so he has to be good at brewing poisons... I know I said dont trust Jade but Vil is far more dangerous.

you had never seen a more beautiful overblot than Vil's. he shined like stained glass, tears like black oil reflective in the light they danced with iridescent colors.

Vil was the very archetype of the monstrous feminine. the maternal protectiveness for his loved ones, the eyes of wonder and sorrow of the maiden, and the sly and scheming pain of the crone.

he was beautiful in the way a hurricane was beautiful, destruction and sorrow and unbridled power. yet as you stood in the eye of the storm, all was quiet.

the claws of his hands were gentle as he cupped your face. tears like ink dripped from his chin. your hands twitched with the desire to wipe them away. you longed to hold him, to cradle him, to assure him everything would be alright.

lying to your queen can get you beheaded you know.

"...am I truly hideous to you now?" he spoke, voice echoing like the halls of an empty church.

"you could never be hideous Vil, even if you tried." you replied, backed against a wall. your eyes scanned behind him, trying to find an exit. a way back to your friends, and away from the dangerous monster who had replaced your dear friend.

"look at me." the command was rough, your chin trapped between claws. you gasped, held in place by the man before you. "you will look at me. you belong to me. you are mine."

you gasped in surprise as he kissed you. you can't lie and say you haven't imagined kissing him many times, wondering what his lips would taste like. breakfast tea perhaps? mint leaves? candied apples?

his mouth now tasted like tar and salt. tears and ink mixed on your tongue as he sobbed into your mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm hideous- please dont leave me," he cried, holding you tighter against himself. "please, you can't leave me!"

"shh Vil, I'm right here. please, you have to calm down." you begged for more time. more time to escape, more time for your friends to find you.

"yes, you won't leave me... you won't." he was muttering to himself, the poised and polite man you'd known had fallen fully into his madness.

with a snap of his fingers he produced a vial of blue liquid. it bubbled within its container and you dared not think what the substance was for.

''you won't leave... because if I can't have you," Vil popped the vial open with his thumb. "no one can."

you watched in horror as he emptied it into his mouth.

"Vil no!" you cried, reaching for his face to try and catch him before swallowing the poison. but you were naive. he crashed his mouth to yours once again, tilting your chin and letting the poison fall into your mouth.

you gasped and sputtered after he pulled away, ribbons of the blue liquid cascading down your chin. but you'd already swallowed it, and the world around you started to spin.

"mine." Vil's claim echoed in your head, bouncing around in the empty space, before your vision went black.

Epel

I think he'd do it more as a prank than anything truly nefarious. hes a good kid, hes just tired of people not taking him seriously.

"I'm just saying, I could defiantly beat you to the gate." you huffed, stretching your arms over your head.

"like hell you can, you're on!" Epel grinned, his competitive nature taking over. the pair of you sprinted as fast as you could to the gate of NRC.

his small frame made him quick on his feet, able to dart fast around obstacles and clime trees with ease.

it was close but at the last moment you managed to crash into the gate just before he did, panting hard but still shouting your victory.

"haha! told you so!" you gasped, triumphant grin on full display.

"damnit, you're really fucking fast." he panted, leaning against the gate to catch his breath.

"guess you're gunna have to practice with Deuce and Jack before you can beat me~" you teased. he sent you a glare, pushing himself off the metal gate he'd been leaning on.

"what, you dont think im man enough to beat you by myself?" he huffed. you paused. you knew Epel was often teased for his feminine appearance and that it was a touchy subject, so you tried to leave it alone.

"come on, me beating you in a race doesn't have anything to do with that. it just means im faster than you~" you teased. "I bet I could beat Jack easy peasy! hes so big he can't go as fast anyway."

this seamed to relax Epel, realizing you weren't teasing him for lacking masculinity, just teasing him for being slower than you.

"I'd like to see that. we should have a race with the three of us next time." he grinned and laughed. you relaxed, seeing his mood had returned to normal once more. "but I can prove my manhood to you in other ways."

you quirked a brow at his challenge, confused. the pair of you began walking back towards the center of the courtyard. returning to your bags you pulled out a water bottle to take a drink, tired from the sprint.

Epel ripped it out of your hands. you let out a yelp of surprise and protest, sending him a glare as he took a drink from your water bottle.

"do you mind-" you signed and began to complain before you were grabbed by the back of the neck and pulled into a kiss.

he tasted fresh and sweet as the water in his mouth slipped into yours. you let out a garbled moan before he pulled away. your cheeks flared bright red and he grinned triumphantly.

"see, told you. I can make you all flustered easy."

Malleus

ooh, yes scheming dragon brooding on his throne. tail curled down and tapping at his boot impatiently. hes greedy by nature and he doesn't like when you refuse him~

you had been tugged along by an excited Lilia, the small fae chirping about how Malleus had requested your presents. joining the four Diasomnia members back at the valley had been an, interesting way to spend your vacation.

you were thankful to Lilia for dragging you away from Sebek, whom had been loudly bragging how superior Briar Valley was to the other regions. your tolerance for the young man was higher then most, but that didn't mean his superior attitude wasn't annoying.

Lilia pushed you gently through a door way, offering you a wave and a playful grin before closing the door behind you.

"Child of Man?" you turned to the room, finding yourself in a breathtaking gothic library. Malleus sat elegantly upon a velvet highback chair, placed across from a fireplace. it burned bright with glowing green flames as your partner lowered his book.

"hey, Lilia said you asked for me." you wandered closer, still taking in the grander of the room and the breathtaking stain glass windows.

"ah, yes I did." he placed the book down on the side table, before turning his glowing eyes to watch you curiously. "you had yet to visit this room."

"I-i've never seen anything like it." you admitted. your mind danced with the possibilities of stories whispered into the wood of the shelves. the ages and languages of a fae's library casting its spell of wonder upon you.

"I am glad you are pleased." Malleus hummed, an amused smirk on his lips. "but please come here, beastie." you turned and followed his wishes as he beckoned you forward.

Malleus tugged on your hips once you were in range of his reach. he guided you down to sit on his lap, pulling your legs to straddle his waist.

you blushed at the intimacy of the position, his long fingers tracing your sides over the fabric of the robes you had been given by Lilia. it seamed most fae did not wear the customary clothes of the other realms, instead dawning in robes of jewel tones, reminding you more of Pomefiores uniform then anything else you'd seen.

"there they are, my lovely little beastie~" Malleus traced his hand up to your face. fingers soft as he traced your jaw, then your cheekbones, then your ears. his soft caresses sent shivers down your spine. touched like you were one of the priceless old books hidden away in this library.

"we dragons are greedy folk. i... dislike to see how you are dragged around by Sebek and Silver." he admitted, stroking just behind your ear.

"for the record its mostly Sebek, Silvers just sort of, there." you let out a half hearted chuckle. Malleus hummed in acknowledgement.

"as pleased as I am to let you have friends your own age, and kind, I still crave you by my side." his breath is hot as he leans down to your neck. he traces your skin with his nose, lips hovering just above. only pressing when he speaks.

"M-Malleus, please," his name was still foreign on your lips, having to remind yourself to call him such while you were here. his chest rumbles warmly as he chuckles, breath coming in puffs against your exposed skin.

"perhaps you are greedy for my affections to." he teases, finally giving you what you want. his mouth is warm and soft as he places kisses over your neck, your head bent in the opposite direction to give him more room to spoil you.

you can feel the fae practically purr in delight at the small gasps and whines you let out. his fangs are sharp as they brush against your skin, but he never bites down with them, only teasing.

"stay with me while I read, won't you?" he whispers the request in your ear, letting you feel the vibrations of his voice against the cartilage.

"j-just like this?" you asked, practically trembling on his lap. he pulls away, holding your chin with his thumb and forefinger. glowing green eyes, sinister enough to match the flames of the fireplace, trace your body. you feel fully exposed and vulnerably to the creature before you, to spite still being fully clothed.

"you are shaking, I suppose that won't do." he comments. his eyes flicker back to yours for a moment, sly grin pulling at his mouth. "I think I have a solution for you, Child of Man."

he reaches to the table he'd placed his book on, and retrieves a small vial. the liquid held within is a dark slate grey, but it shimmers mysteriously in the low lighting.

"open this." he instructs. you do as told, placing the stopper on the table and holding the vial, expecting his next orders to be to drink it.

he does nothing of the sort, instead covering your smaller hand with his, and having you bring the vial to his lips. his eyes hold your gaze intently as he guides you to tilt it, letting the liquid fall past his lips and into his mouth.

you set the vial down on the table, turning your attention back to him in time to see a shift in his gaze. half lidded now, and the bright green burns lower, closer to an emerald now.

hes quick but not harsh as he grabs you by the back of your neck and pulled you in to kiss him. Malleus tilts your chin up, letting the liquid fall into your mouth. it holds no flavor, just a slight acidic fizz.

you are far more distracted by the way his tongue tangles with yours. obediently swallowing the substance you are rewarded by his tongue, gentle but heavy as he holds you still. using your mouth has he pleases.

"good, now relax for me." he coos as he pulls away. your eyelids droop as a warm and tingly feeling spreads across your limbs. it comes to rest heavy in your stomach, causing you to let out a whimper.

Malleus chuckles, dark and deep in his chest. it rumbles against your cheek as he tucks you into his own body.

"shh now, I won't forget your needs, little one. just be patient for now, and let that potion do its work."