#pross is RUNNING over

[worldsofarchive]

Smile! Flash! - Stalker Photographer

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Pairing: Reader x Yandere

Warnings: House Break-In, Non-Consensual Picture Taking, Stalking

Word Count: 0.7k

It was raining hard outside, the rain drumming on your window like an anxious kid that restlessly taps their pencil on the table during a test. Wind howling like a pack of wolves that circled your house, biting at the leaves and pulling on the branches. Flashes of lightning poking in the distance were accompanied by a thunderous roar. The rumbling almost felt comforting as it harmonized with the drumming.

You began trying to predict how far the lighting was as a game. Flash! You hummed as you cut yourself some fruit. "Seven… eight… nine." Low rumble stopped your count. "About three kilometers…" Then you waited for another flash. Flash! "Seven… eight… a bit less than three." It was getting closer. Flash! A bit brighter this time. Your hands froze when you saw another flash at fifteen seconds and no rumble.

Your head whipped to the window, and your body went cold. There was a figure barely outlined by the streetlights drowned in rain. From the dim light of your living room, you saw a camera lens, a mechanical eye looking back at your horrified ones. Another flash. Your eyes shut, and a hand jumps up to block the light. When the figure moves, your instincts kick in, adrenaline fills your veins, and you run towards your phone.

You call the police while running around to every room and locking the windows. Drawing every curtain before huddling up in a washroom. You fight back tears, your heart thumping in your head and your body tingling. You cry into the phone when a window breaks, and howls of the wind instantly get louder, announcing the intruder is in.

The rain's cries are louder and so are yours; the sound of wet shoes makes your stomach churn. The operator instructs you to stay quiet and as quietly as you can, grab a cleaning chemical in a spray bottle. You clutch the window cleaner and tuck yourself in the bathtub. Aim for the eyes, aim for the eyes, aim for the eyes. You chant in your head while the operator counts down how far away the police cars are.

Wet rubber squeaks past the washroom door; your eyes watch the little light that seeps into the dark washroom. You hear tape crack and papers right outside the door, followed by soft pats on the wall. Then the footsteps retreat back to the broken window; after a brief crunch of glass, you hear nothing but the sobs of the rain and howls of the wind.

After a few minutes, police knock on the washroom door. You hang up and open the door. They searched the whole perimeter and found nothing. The only thing different was the bouquet of flowers and hundreds of pictures of you. All scrapbooked together and taped onto your wall. Scribbles of "I love you!" "You're beautiful," "So breathtaking," "I want you!" and "I need you" in red ink covered those pictures.

Hearts drawn all over. You were walking, sitting on your couch, watching TV, at a cafe, looking at clothes in a mall, at work. Sleeping. It was up close, a gloved hand holding your chin. Scribbled beside it was "I wish I could hold you like this always." Your body hurt all over, and your brain shuffled through all the faces you know.

Mentally scrolling down a list of names of those you know. "I don't know who this could be… I am not on any bad terms with anyone!" The police officer already has their note book out. "Anyone who has feelings for you?" You shake your head no. Pencil scritches are followed by a page flip. "We recommend you go somewhere else—friends, family, or a hotel." We will escort you there." 

The whole car ride your stomach churned, prosses of elimination eliminated everyone you know. The handwriting is odd; it wasn't childish but also not well practiced and inconsistent. Heck, even the person in your grade ten science class had consistent illegible scribbles. Whatever the intruder had was cursive, then typed, then chicken scratch, then comic sans, which you would find amusing if it wasn't accompanied with a broken window and pictures of you sleeping. 

As you stood in front of a mirror, your face dripping with water and your eyes tired. Not even an hour ago you were making yourself a midnight snack; now you're here, far from home and scared. A ding disrupts your silence. A message from an unknown number. You put your phone down and take a breath.

When you walk out, there is a note right across the washroom door. "Open the message."

[rotxos-sweeetheart]

!Avatar: WOTW Major Spoilers!

———

Quaritch came back, implanted with memories and a personality he wasn’t even sure were his anymore.

When he was human, he’d been through a lot of shit, and had closed himself off, unwilling to prosses his feeling, had displayed an outward persona of anger and uncaring.

Now? Now he had all these memories that didn’t even feel like he’d live through them, more so like he was watching them, a personality that felt more of a dream.

He’d noticed small changes in his fellow recoms too.

He remembered a child, Miles, his mind supplied.

That wasn’t his son, he wasn’t a dad, but thinking of the small baby he helped created, the little blade he made, the first time holding him, the pure elation that came from knowing he made that, he prayed.

He wasn’t religious, never had been, but his mother was catholic, and he’d been brought up with her beliefs. And for the first time, he begged for God his mother had spoken of so fondly, to be real.

And he prayed that that small child was safe, loved and happy. That he hadn’t had to experience anything Quaritch had.

He watched his video log, then read over the mission files, before hosting his debriefing.

He wasn’t the same as the human he was, he didn’t care that Jake Sully had ignored orders for the woman he love, he’d done the same, back on Pandora.

What he did care about, was that Jake Sully had killed his own, good men and women, that Jake Sully was near single handedly responsable for the missions failure.

That Jake Sully and his Misses were the reasons Miles had needed to grow up without his father.

So on the final descent, he bagan putting together his persona again. And that’s all the humans saw, good ol’ Miles Quaritch, the merciless solider.

Seeing his old body was strange. But also angering. This humans stupidity had cost a baby a dad. He crushed the pathetic bone in his hands, scars engraved deep down still taunting him.

Threatening the sully kids was hard. They were kids. Sure they’d been raised in a warzone but they were children. That mattered.

Still, war was war.

Realising Miles, no, Spider, had grown up on Pandora, raised by the very people who killed him, made him sick.

But recognising minute signs of neglect to his not-sons appearance? That?

That stung.

Seeing the same arrow kill his friend that was stuck in his human skeleton scared him.

Before he was only threatening her mate, now he has her children under his knife.

He managed to get Spider. The fact no one tried to stop him raised alarms in his head.

Watching the RDA torture Spider made his blood boil. He had to get him out. So he did. It started as a hostage situation, but Quaritch didn’t want that, and quickly changed Spiders rank when they were out of the RDA’s interference area.

Hearing that Jake Sully had gotten an Ikran the Na’vi way pushed Quaritch to do the same.

He was not going to be seen as weaker than that trator.

After his team caught their Ikran, they flew, Spider held close to Quaritchs chest, and for all his muscle, Quaritch couldn’t help but notice how thin the child was.

Practicing Na’vi was fun. Spider let his guard down ever so slightly, and wasn’t afraid to tell Quaritch when he was wrong, he liked the guts the kid had.

The scientists flying to Jake Sully’s hiding spot were a lucky break.

Loosing all progress with Spider by following his training wasn’t.

He wouldn’t kill the water Na’vi, but he had to burn the hooches, and kill the animals.

No matter how much it hurt Spider they had to know who they were defying.

Killing the Tulkun was annoying to say the least, time consuming, boring really, and just gross.

But it worked. Jake Sully came out of hiding.

Well, his kids did.

He managed to capture them again, and the new one.

He really should have anticipated Spider running down, but that didn’t matter now. Not anymore.

Jake Sully came, with hundreds behind him. Quaritch wasn’t stupid, he knew they would never survive an attack of that magnitude.

So he called Sully out. That was who he wanted, who his mission was about, who neglected his son.

No one else had to die today.

He was shocked when the Tulkun attacked.

That seemed to be the signal for the Na’vi to attack.

Quaritch went to the sky with the other Recoms, as the kids were cut away. He didn’t know Spider was the reason the ship was out of commission, or that he’d happily gone back with the Sully’s.

Quaritch, for a second time, watched his team die around him due to the same man.

He lost his son again.

He watched death and distruction take center stage, he watched Neteyam die, and the guilt he felt was unexpected but that was just a child.

He wanted this done with, now.

So he took the sully girls.

And how did she look so much like Grace?

And gave Jake the same offer, taunting him.

Jake came, but so did Spider, and Neytiri.

The explosion was unexpected, but served it’s purpose.

Watching the rest of his team die at the hands of Neytiri and Jake was petrifing, Neytiri was the only one he was truely frightened of anymore.

Then he had Kiri under his knife, small cut on her neck dripping blood, and suddenly Neytiri had Spider.

Spider who was begging for Quaritch not to hurt Kiri,

Who was begging Neytiri not to kill Spider.

He wasn’t planning on killing Kiri, she was a child, he wanted Jake dead, not his spawn. But he truly believed Neytiri was serious.

But why would he care? Spider wasn’t his kid. They weren’t even the same species.

Then she cut, and he was scared. So what if that wasn’t really his kid? He was still a dad.

Neytiri raised her blade and Quaritch panicked. He let Kiri go and watched Neytiri shove Spider behind her, almost as though she was protecting him?

But that wouldn’t make sence.

He still wanted Jake dead. Now more than ever, so he did what he knew best, taunting him.

The fight happened, and sure Quaritch had the upper hand a lot, but he soon realised, he would never overcome the strength that Jake had, pulling from grief, guilt, and anger.

Quaritch was outmatched.

Quaritch was scared.

Quaritch lost consciousness.

He came to as Miles- Spider pulled him from the water, dragging him up the rocks.

Why?

What?

Then Cupcake came, and Quaritch thought he could have his son, he could be a dad.

But Spider hissed at him and left.

Quaritch was alone again,

His son abandoned him just as Quaritch did 15 years ago.

Did his mask still have a tracker?

———

Human Quaritch

I just wanna see Quaritch have a redemption arc and drag the Sully’s + Scentises for Spiders treatment while simultaneously bonding with his son T^T

Honestly there are so many things in Quaritch’s character it’s amazing.

~Nik’et💙

[quipxotic]

Spoilers for Campaign 3, in particular Episode 68, below...

Who could Bell's Hells call on for help at the Malleus Key? Here's a running list of some of the options, although how likely any of the people are to give aid is still up in the air.

Planerider Ryn - If she's alive and no longer a statue you know she'd be there.

Any remaining members of the Grim Verity - They're mostly academics, not fighters, which is why both the Ruby Vanguard and the Judicators/forces of Vasselheim so easily whittled them down. Still, there may be more out there if BH could figure out how to contact them.

"D" - Seems like they're going to find them anyway, so we'll see what they have to offer.

Jiana Hexum - Always a dicey proposition, first of all because Hexum (while a wonderful villain who I hope we see again) is a terrible person who enjoys holding power over others and making them do things they otherwise wouldn't. I'd hate to see what she'd ask of BH, more specifically Ashton and FCG, if they do go to her for help. Plus they don't know if Hexum was just hired to do work for Paragon's Call/Ruby Vanguard or if she believes in their cause.

The Green Seekers - Gus and Olly are more detectives than soldiers but it's all hands on deck right now.

House Lumas and Oshad Breshio - I'm sure Ela would love to bring some justice to the people who murdered her sons and the Anger would probably like another shot at them too.

Orlana Seshadri - One of the things I most wish BH had done while back in Jrusar was talk to Madame Seshadri. I'm not sure how much power the Chandei Quorum could bring to the fight, but they at least ought to know what's going on practically on their doorstep.

Ira Wendagoth - Like Hexum, this one is tricky. Ira's powerful and can be an ally, but he's fundamentally untrustworthy and will betray them one day. But if BH can survive this event without that or a TPK, they can worry about that eventual betrayal later.

The Verdict - Yeah maybe they still have beef with BH, but the team did heal them before they eventually beat them to the prize they were all after. Maybe that little bit of kindness counts for something?

The Calloways - I'm not sure how much help Ollie would be, but Birdy is no slouch in a fight and they've both got multiple reasons for trying to stop what's going on at the key.

Imahara Joe - I'll admit part of my reason for putting him on this list is just because I want more of Joe, who is a delight. He wouldn't be able to help them fight, but if they need tech he's the guy.

All-Minds-Burn - I'm not sure how much help Justi Pross and the gang could be outside of Bassuras or if they'd even want to pick a side in what's going on, but they'd be able to take it to whatever is left of the Paragon's Call, so maybe?

Grandma Morri - She would probably be helping already if travel and communication between the planes weren't part of the magic that got borked due to the solstice. Still, if there is a way, always count on Nana.

Delilah Briarwood - I mean, what could go wrong? I really hope it doesn't come to this, because if it does and they survive the battle on the moon or at the key, then they'll eventually have to fight her and possibly Vox Machina...and nothing good can come from any of that.

The Gorgynei - They'd probably be reluctant to leave the Gloomed Jungles and expose both their existence and their number, but this is a desperate situation. Bonus! Matt might have to voice Manad and Teven Klask in a scene with Fearne, Ashton, and Chetney and wouldn't that be an awkward delight?!

FRIDA, Deanna, and Prism - Get the Lore-sonists on the case! (This is HIGHLY unlikely, but we can dream.)

The Diarchy of Uthodurn - Team Wildemount promised to report back and never did. And while the rulers and the city may be a long, LONG way from the fight, they should have some sort of force to send and quite a few reasons to fight Ludinus.

[steelandblood]

Red Hot

Summery: Armor is supposed to protect you, but of course Mirwen was unlucky enough to face the enemy that could use it agains her.

Content: Female whumpee and caretaker, dnd/fantasy whump (no actuall knowledge of dnd needed, relevant spell description in the end), 3rd degree burns, and a very miserable time for whumpee

Caracter intros

Mirwen should have known it was a trap the moment they walked into the room. Really, she should have known there would be a trap simply because they did not encounter one yet, and no matter that the others had gods looking out for them, with her shitty luck things could never be easy. So, when the doors slammed shut behind them and a huge mechanical creature descended with a thud and began advancing at them, while the others started to mildly panic, Mirwen only cursed under her breath and drew out her sword. Quite honestly, she had been craving for a fight, and though this thing wouldn’t bleed and wouldn’t be able to properly die, it would still feel nice to brutally destroy something.

Mirwen’s enthusiasm for the fight quickly disappeared as she again felt the shock of a current running through her armor to her body. Just her luck that the bloody thing was especially affective against foes in metal armor, and it just so happened that three out of the four of them did wear said metal armor. This meant that Thancur and Rauna were forced to stay back with Calina, leaving Mirwen alone in melee. Not that she minded, it was her role after all, and she gladly took hits to protect her friends. And they were doing everything they could, Thancur and Calina relentlessly shooting the construct and Rauna doing her best to heal Mirwen, but it didn’t make the hits hurt any less.

And the hits only kept coming, as the damn thing refused to die. Just when Mirwen started to get used to the electric shocks, she felt her armor suddenly grow red-hot and she had to bite her lip bloody to stop herself from screaming from pain from the sensation of her entire body being set on fire. She kept fighting through the pain, but with every moment it became harder to focus on swinging her sword when she felt like she was being cooked alive inside of her armor.

Everything became a haze of pain and when the construct finally collapsed into a heap of metal in front her, it took Mirwen a minute to realize that the fight was over and that her armor was no longer burning. Her sword clattered to the floor, were her hands shaking? That was wrong, she should be able to handle a bit of pain. And yet her knees buckled and would have painfully hit the ground, had Rauna not caught her.

“It’s okey, you’re fine, it’s over. Let me heal you now.” Rauna made her sit down and began removing her armor.

The relief of having the heavy armor off was short lived, as Rauna quickly removed the gambeson and moved on to removing her shirt, that painfully stuck to her burnt skin. Mirwen couldn’t stop herself from crying in pain before biting hard on her lip to keep herself quiet. Rauna stopped, giving Mirwen a moment of hope, but then reached for her dagger.

“Please don’t… don’t do this. Please…” Mirwen was on the verge of tears from pain and embarrassment. She normally considered anything less than full armor a state of undress, and now with the pain involved in the prosses, Mirwen would have rather died then taken off her shirt.

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts, but the shirt has to come off. You know you can’t leave it like that, and I need to see what I’m doing. I promise I’ll be as careful as I can.” Rauna said, and without giving Mirwen any time to protest, started cutting away the fabric, as Calina hastily pushed Thancur out of the now unlocked door.

Mirwen squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep tears from spilling. Only when she heard both girls gasp is shock did she open her eyes, and instantly regrated it. Her shirt was off, revealing her chest that was entirely covered in severe burns. The sight, combined with the smell of charred flesh, made Mirwen lose her breakfast. She no longer cared about the tears running down her cheeks.

Calina put a flask of water to her mouth. Mirwen really wished for something stronger, but drank eagerly, hoping to get rid of the vile taste in her mouth.

She felt a hand of her shoulder. Mirwen flinched at the sudden touch, instinctively crossing her arms to cover her breasts, and involuntarily let out a sob.

“I’m sorry,” Rauna immediately removed her hand, “Is it okey if I start healing you?”

Mirwen nodded, not trusting her voice. She sighted in relief at the sensation of Rauna’s cool hands on her skin. It was over far too soon however, and Mirwen whined at the loss of the healing touch.

“That’s all I can do for now,” Rauna said sadly, “I’ll be able to heal you more tomorrow.” She paused for a moment, hesitating. “It will probably scar though.” Rauna sounded guilty and apologetic. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.”

Mirwen looked down at her chest. The burns looked almost as horrible as they did before healing, and she doubted her back looked any better. Of course it’s going to scar. It’s going to look horrible. But it didn’t matter. Mirwen had no reason to need to be pretty. The only reason would by Alysa, but it’s not like she ever truly had a chance. Now at least she wouldn’t be able to needlessly get her hopes up, only to have them crushed. It was better this way. It was fine.

“It’s fine, it doesn’t matter.” Mirwen wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince, Rauna or herself. She avoided the others’ pitying looks. If any of the girls knew she was lying, they mercifully stayed silent and did not call her out.

“We can’t just leave it like that, I need to bandage you up.” Rauna looked between the three of them, searching for an appropriate cloth, her gaze stopping on Calina. “Calina, I’m gonna need your cloak.”  

Calina took off her cloak without protest, handing it to Rauna, and they both started teering it up into thin strips.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I will get you a new one.” Mirwen knew it was a lie and knew Calina knew it as well. The cloak probably cost more than all of Mirwen’s cloths and armor combined, and there is no way could afford to replace it in the foreseeable future.  

 “Do you really thing I care about the stupid cloak?” Calina sounded somewhat sad, but not angry. Mirwen didn’t know why, or if it was better or worse. “You are hurt, you could have died!”

“I’m sorry, I should have done better.” Mirwen lowered her eyes in shame, “I suppose I’m not as good of a fighter as I like to believe.”

“Mirwen, no. That’s not what I meant.” Calina sounded even more sad. Of course Mirwen managed to fuck up and say the wrong this to upset her.

“We are just worried about you.” Rauna sounded upset too, and Mirwen wasn’t even sure what she said that was wrong.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“You know you don’t have to apologize all the time, right?” Rauna started wrapping the make-shift bandages around her torso.

“I’m sorry, I…” Rauna sighed and Mirwen cringed at her mistake and forced herself to refrain from apologizing again.

An awkward silence set in as Rauna continued her work. Thankfully she was quick and soon enough she was helping Mirwen back into her armor. They still had the rest of the fortress to clear, and who knows what they might find, or what might find them. When they return to town Mirwen would probably get as drunk as she can, and cry, or punch a wall until her knuckles bleed. But now she needed to be strong, that was her role and the others relied on her, so she will pretend to be strong, no matter how weak she actually felt.

[out-of-control]

WATER

PREV: NOTES. NEXT: GROUND

words: 1246

warning: alcohol

summary: the heater breaks again

“Not again," Jax hisses in dismay. He’s just arrived home at two in the morning after his shift at the Pross to find Jim huddled on the couch in a nest of blankets, and the space heater on the floor beside him, exquisitely nonfunctional.

He’d just fixed that thing. 

"Maybe you should just get a new one," Jim comments mildly, though the shivers wracking his body add a certain vibrational quality to the words.

Jax passes a hand over his face, scowls briefly at the heater, and then says, "Fuck it."

"Fuck it?" Jim queries from his pile.

"Fuck it," Jax repeats, pointing at Jim emphatically and then striding into the kitchen, where he crouches in front of the cabinets and rifles through them. Then he comes back over and plops on the couch next to Jim, brandishing a squarish, heavy bottle.

"It’s too goddamned late to sit here on the floor and try to fix that piece of shit," Jax says, kicking a leg out in the direction of the space heater. He raises the bottle. "This instead."

"Booze doesn't actually warm you up, you know," Jim says. "It just tricks your brain." He probably read that on Wikipedia. 

Jax hands him the bottle. "You gonna turn it down, then?"

Jim squints at him, long fingers already wrapping around the cap. "Didn't say that." 

He takes a swig, and Jax watches his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. Jim passes the bottle back and Jax copies his action: head back, throat bared, eyes screwed shut against the burn. 

"Let me in on one of those blankets," Jax says, and Jim holds out an arm. 

It works, for a little while. But eventually the bottle runs out, and even their splendid drunkenness can't obscure the reality: outside the temperature is creeping resolutely towards zero, and inside the heater is still broken. Soon enough they're both shivering, even with blankets, booze, and body heat. 

"Fuck this," Jim slurs suddenly, thrashing about to free himself from the bedding. "You know what I'm doing? I'm taking a fucking bath."

Jax makes a face at him. "We don't need human soup at a time like this." He’s never been a fan of baths, even as a kid. 

"It'll be warm, and that's all I care about," Jim insists, standing. "You're welcome to try it, unless you wanna freeze your dick off alone out here." He turns on his heel with only a slight wobble and careens towards Jax’s bathroom. 

"Whatever," Jax says, laying back against the couch. "Fine." 

After a moment, he gets up and follows.

As Jax darkens the doorway of the bathroom, Jim is perched on the edge of the tub, leaned over, arm outstretched. With a twist of his hand the faucet turns on, and water begins charging into the tub. 

Jax doesn't say anything, but Jim looks up and sees him standing there regardless. He raises his eyebrows, saying nothing, and for a few minutes they stand there in silence, breathing in the clouds of steam that form as the hot water hits the air. 

Jim shuts the faucet off when the tub is full and stands to strip his clothes off, leaving them in a pile by the side of the tub. Jax lets his gaze travel across Jim's shoulder blades before he averts his eyes, redirecting them instead to the faintly steamed-up mirror to his left. He maps the angle of his own eyebrow with intense focus until Jim's voice floats over:

"Enjoying the view over there?"

Jax shoots Jim a perfunctory dirty look, internally struggling with his decision for maybe ten seconds before his own declaration of an hour earlier comes back to him. 

Fuck it. 

He is goddamn cold. 

He undresses quickly, hairs all over his body standing at attention from the chilly air, and stumbles into the tub. The sudden heat stings Jax’s skin as Jim draws his legs up to his own chest to afford Jax some room; water splashes onto the floor. The tub isn’t exactly made to accommodate two tall adult men. 

Jax sort of hunches, his own knees folded up, and says, "Well, I'm in. Now what." It is warm, he has to give Jim that. 

Jim shrugs, a thin smile curving his lips upwards. “You enjoy the hot water is what.”

Jax stares at Jim for a few seconds, still pretty drunk and very unsure of Jim's angle. Is this some kind of foreplay? Is he supposed to do something? Jax has no idea. He keeps staring. Under that gaze, Jim reaches over the edge of the tub to dig through his pile of clothes, pulling out a lighter and a single cigarette. He lights it with a deft motion and simply leans back. His knee presses against Jax's, folded up to fit in the bathtub. Jax looks at a spot on the wall. Jim laughs at seemingly nothing.

"What," Jax says, trying not to sound defensive. Is he defensive? Why would he be defensive? Why does he feel so weird? Why aren’t other people grossed out by baths?

Jim shifts his leg, touching the side of his knee to the side of Jax's, and distracts Jax from his internal monologue. "Our gay ass flowers are… mingling."

Jax presses back, almost unconsciously, and rasps, "Shit, dude. They sure are."

A moment of stillness settles in the tiny room, Jim blowing smoke towards the ceiling and Jax feeling envious but not envious enough to ask to bum. Then Jim stirs, sitting up and squirming in the tub to turn himself around before he simply lays backwards against Jax's chest, in between his legs. 

"That's better," Jim huffs under his breath. "Too tall for that shit." Jax peeks down just enough to watch Jim close his eyes.

The air above the water is steadily cooling off and Jax's tailbone is starting to ache against the hard porcelain and Jim still has his smoke hanging out of his mouth and Jax takes his free hand and slides it into Jim's hair before he can stop himself. 

Maybe before Jim can stop himself either, a groan vibrates through his chest into Jax’s, as he tilts his head into Jax’s fingers. Something shivers inside Jax’s stomach, and he strokes the pad of his thumb against Jim’s scalp, gently, as if Jim was something delicate.

“I don’t get how you aren’t grossed out by this,” Jax rasps. “All our dirt particles are just floating around us.” Despite his complaints, he makes no move to leave. He makes no move of any kind, except for that of his fingers through Jim’s hair. 

“Well, the thing about the dirt particles in the water is they were on your skin before you got in,” Jim mumbles. Jax traces a finger around Jim’s ear, to the corner of his jaw, back again. “So just stop wallowing in grime and it won’t be gross.”

“Maybe it’s your grime I have a problem with,” Jax says, without bite.

“Sure,” Jim retorts, an amused inflection in his voice. He stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray on the edge of the tub and turns his head, resting the side of his face against Jax’s chest. “Uh huh.”

“Though I guess if you were gonna give me fleas it would’ve happened already,” Jax concedes quietly. Jim's hair is soft and dry. Everything below water is warm, and everything above water is cold, except for where Jim's body is touching his. 

[ghostbustersreborn]

CHAPTER 2

the next day. the boys and tara were off to take a look at dana's baby.

tara hadn't seen dana in almost four years. she really hoped her and her dad would get back together. but, she knew that dana deserved better than her father. she just hoped she was doing well.

the door opened, revealing dana on the other side.

"hi, dana." ray greeted her with a grin.

"hi, ray." dana smiled. "how good to see you, thanks for coming." she hugged him.

"hey, no problem. always glad to help and hug." ray said.

tara came in after him.

"oh, tara." dana rejoiced. "oh, it's so good to see you." she pulled her into a hug.

"yeah, it's good to see you too." tara agreed, returning the hug.

egon came in afterwards. he greeted dana after the two girls were done their hug.

dana went to go close the door until peter stopped her by making his way inside.

dana turned to ray and egon, confusion plastered on her face.

"well, i know i'm just asking for the big hurt, but i thought i'd give us one more chance." peter asserted.

"he-he tortured me. pulled my ears." ray relayed to dana.

"you know him, he's stubborn." tara sighed.

"oh, i know." dana remembered.

dana made her way over to venkman.

"hello, peter."

he dramatically turned around.

"hello, dana." he said, adding to the dramatics.

dana sighed, she turned to egon. "so, what would you like to do first?"

tara examined the place.

it was quite different compared to dana's last apartment.

well, for starters it wasn't torn apart or made into gozer's temple.

but, it was bigger than the other one and very pink.

with instruments scattered about, books as well as some things that retained to the baby.

she couldn't wait to meet the baby.

"we'd like to examine the baby first." egon settled.

"yeah." ray agreed.

dana lead them to where the baby was.

she took him from who tara could assume was the nanny/babysitter.

"and anything associated with the baby, especially stuffed toys, things with fabrics and stuffing." stantz included.

"then we'd like to see the buggy." egon included.

"alright. can i put him over here?" she asked the guys, taking them into the dinning room.

"and uh, wherever he sleeps." ray added.

"this would be fine." egon nodded.

ray laid out the blue mat onto the table.

"we'll have to lay him down flat." ray then said as he took off his jacket.

tara took a closer look at the baby once he was laid down.

he had blonde hair and blue eyes.

very standard baby.

very cute.

she smiled.

peter took off his coat as well, his eyes being on dana the whole time.

"okay, sweetheart, they're gonna take a look at you." dana told the baby.

"we'll do a cursory medical examination." spengler addressed.

peter looked around. scanning the bookshelf.

"what do you say? gammil and pross infant acuity test?" ray suggested to egon.

"huh?" tara furrowed her brows in confusion.

"it's a set of tests that are run on infants. you had it done before." ray explained to tara.

"oh. i'm still confused but oh." tara nodded.

"sounds good. we'll finish with an apgar score." egon concluded.

"it's nothing that's gonna hurt him, right?" dana questioned.

"oh, no, no." both egon and ray denied.

"i don't think so." he assumed.

ray handed him a stethoscope.

"dad. what are you doing?" tara groaned, watching him pick up dana's cello.

he started playing the cello like a guitar.

"that's not how you play a cello, you moron." she said, going over to him to get him to stop.

he continued on playing, ignoring tara's comments and pleas for him to stop.

dana glanced up at him. even she was annoyed by him.

i mean, everyone was.

peter was the king of being annoying.

"have you ever done this before? well besides on tara." ray asked egon.

"besides tara, i did do it on a chimp." egon confessed.

"so, uh, whatever happened to mr. right, anyway?" peter questioned.

"dad." tara smacked him in the arm.

"what? can't i ask questions?" peter asked.

"no, you can't. you have no filter and are blatantly rude and you know that." she informed him.

peter fake laughed. he put down the cello before grabbing a hold of tara and giving her a noogie.

"i heard he ditched you and ran off to europe." he continued.

"he didn't ditch me." dana picked up the cello, putting it back in it's proper placement. "we had some problems, and he got a very good job offer from an orchestra in london, (tara eventually pulled herself from out of his grip as he trailed lazily behind dana.) and he took it."

"so he ditched you?" peter repeated.

he turned the snow globe he grabbed from off of the shelf upside down, watching the fake snow inside fall.

tara turned back over to the boys who were examining the baby.

ray had his recorder out. while egon was examining the infant with a ruler.

"the subject is a.. male caucasian. um, approximately" "twenty-four inches." egon read off the marker. "twenty-four inches in uh length." ray spoke into the recorder.

egon made a clicking sound with his mouth to get the baby's attention.

tara couldn't help but 'aww' at the sight before her.

she loved seeing the boys interact with babies.

she had two favorite things. egon and the boys interacting with babies.

those were just the main two.

"uh, subject weighs approximately 18 pounds and is about eight months old."

she went over to the table.

"oh, to be young again." she sighed.

she stuck her tongue out at the baby, making it laugh. he went to grab her piercing before she closed her mouth.

"sorry, little dude. you can't put your grubby little germs on my piercing." she laughed.

egon eyed her.

"tara." he said in a warning tone.

she grinned. "sorry." she said before stepping away.

egon kneeled down to be more at the baby's height. he had a small flash light in hand.

"uh, okay. ocular?"

he moved the flash light back and forth, having the baby follow it.

"uh, pupillary response normal." egon confirmed.

he turned off the flash light, placing it into his coat pocket as he stood back up.

"auditory." ray snapped in the infant's face, having it turn his head to the source of the noise.

ray and egon both snapped their fingers. getting the baby to look in both of their directions.

"seems normal."

"ampullary reflex?"

they both lifted his arms, tickling his side.

"uh, appears to be ticklish."

"yep, baby ticklish."

"you know, you'd have been better off marrying me?" peter let her know.

tara went into the other room where dana and peter were.

dana had every right to leave him. he wasn't giving her what she wanted or an answer or an explanation as to why he didn't want what she did. so, she had every right to leave the way she did.

dana approached him.

"you never asked me." she reminded him. "and whenever i brought it up, you'd get drowsy and fall asleep."

"and you didn't have the balls to ask her either." tara mumbled.

peter eyed her, having obviously heard what she said.

he set the snow globe back onto the shelf. he turned away from barrett.

"you never got it, dana." he expressed.

tara rose a brow at him.

"i'm a man, i'm sensitive. i need to feel loved, i need to feel desired!" peter proclaimed.

"it was when you started introducing me as the old ball and chain." dana wrapped his arms around him, teasing him for his mistakes with their relationship. "that's when i left." she finished.

peter cursed himself. he really regretted being such an ass.

dana left peter's side. having enough with him and this conversation.

tara went up to him. "you never learn dad, you never learn." she left the room.

"dammit." he huffed.

he ran after her, following dana and tara into the room where the other boys were.

"well, i may have a lot of personal problems, but i'm a total professional when it comes to my job." he expressed.

he examined the baby before turning to egon who was wearing a very unique headpiece on his head.

"egon." peter said.

egon looked up, almost hitting peter with the stethoscope.

"what?"

"what are we doing?" peter spoke into the stethoscope.

egon flinched.

"he seems to be fine, dana." egon informed her as he took off the headpiece.

"he's very healthy." dana stated.

"he's okay." egon said as he put the headpiece away.

"when he does sleep, where do you put him?" asked ray.

"uh, right around here. i'll show you." dana told him.

right as tara went to go follow dana and ray, she overheard egon ask her dad to get a stool sample from the baby.

"business or personal?" asked peter.

the nursery was basically like any other nursery.

very colorful. very cheery. loads of toys strewn about.

"it's a little messy." dana said as she picked up toys.

"well, we don't want to play with anything." ray assured her. "we just want to sweep for valences." he started scanning various toys with the PKE meter.

"hmm, very cheerful." egon commented on the room's interior.

"what did my nursery look like?" tara wondered.

"your nursery consisted of my lab." he reported.

tara frowned. "oh."

"my parents didn't believe in toys." egon changed the subject.

"what? how does one not believe in toys?" tara queried.

"they thought it was a waste of time." egon explained. "and that it dumbed down children."

"well, that's some bullshit." tara swore.

"help! he's gone completely berserk! help me!" peter yelled.

tara huffed.

"what a child." she grumbled.

ray and egon exchanged looks just as dana and tara went to go inspect what was going on out there.

"uh-oh." both ray and egon said in unison.

egon picked up a rattle, held it to his ear and shook it.

"you mean, you never even had a slinky?" ray asked him.

[drebur123]

Promptober Day: 4

Pumpkin Picking | Jacksepticeye X Reader

Prompt: "Pumpkin patch"

Tw: None! It's just fluffy.

(wc: 774)

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"Where are we going?" Sean asks for the one-hundredth time. "I already told you, it's a surprise." He furrows his eyebrows, "But you're driving us somewhere an hour outside out of Brighton. Shouldn't I get to know where I'm going to be killed?" 

I scoff, "Why do you think that?" He glances over at me. "Because you're driving us to the middle of nowhere and you won't tell me why." I roll my eyes, "I can assure you you aren't going to die. We're almost there." 

Sean and I have known each other for a few months now. We met at VidCon, and have been friends ever since.  The usual Brighton weather has kept the sun hidden behind the clouds and visibility to a minimum.

And to think the news said it wouldn't be cold for the rest of the week. That's why I chose today to go. Finally, I see the sign for our detitanation, making the turn into the parking lot. Sean frowns, "You could have just told me we were going to a pumpkin patch."

I lightly chuckle as I park the car and we get out. Thousands of orange spears are sporadically placed across the dewy field, wet with last night's rain. To the right of the field is a plain building, in which I assume is where you pay. 

"Ooh, Y/N look at this one!" Sean runs over to the tree where a giant pumpkin sits. I follow him, water seeping through my shoes from the grass. "That one's huge." I comment. Sean sets a tiny one on top of it. 

"It's got a buddy!" I giggle at his childlike energy, thinking it may have rubbed off some. 

Sean and I wandered around the field cracking jokes and having a good time. In the prosses we found two choice pumpkins to bring home. I got an average orange one, while Sean picked out a white one about the same size as mine. 

We each paid for our own and put them in the car. A light drizzle of rain gently falls from the sky in which now appearing to be slowly darkening. "Let me drive," Sean says as we begin to get in the car. "Why?" 

"Didn't you tell me we needed to hurry because you didn't like driving in the dark?" I nod, "I did, but I'm the one who brought you out here. Shouldn't I take you back?" 

"Just let me drive, ok?" I roll my eyes, "Fine." I hate Sean's driving. He goes too fast, in my opinion. I'm surprised we haven't got any speeding tickets yet. I get and the car and make sure to buckle up. I'm not looking to get two tickets today.

With that we begin our journey home. "So, are you going to carve those with me or him?" Sean asks after a bit of silence. "Who's him?" I add a bit of emphasis on the "him" as Sean did. "You know, the guy you spend most of your time with?" 

"Mark?" He nods. "Mark." 

I stay quiet for a moment. Mark and I have known each other for a while. We also met at VidCon, but the year previous to me meeting Sean. Mark was actually the one who introduced the two of us to each other.

"So, you're saying you're jealous?" A touch of amusement taints my tone. "No..." His eyes flicker over to me then back to the road. "Maybe a little— it's just that you don't come over much." 

"You can come over to my place, you know?" 

"But I don't have your address."  I pull out my phone and text it to him. The default iPhone notification sound goes off at full volume. "Now you do, just don't stalk me." 

"Ok, I won't. Now where is it? I can't look while I'm driving." 

"Why do you need to know right now? It's my car, meaning I have to drop you off." He pauses to think for a moment. "Oh, yeah. So, I just go to my house then you go to yours?" I shake my head up and down. 

We finish out the drive to Sean's house and he parks in his driveway. "Make sure you come over tomorrow," I urge. "Ok, I will," He assures me. We share an awkward hug from across the annoyingly large center piece before he exits the car. 

Sean grabs his pumpkin from the truck, and runs to his door, as to not stand out in the rain longer than needed. He spares me one last wave before exiting my sight. 

[creativebeansofchaos]

Fanfic ideas 7

Character: Thorin Oakenshield x pixie reader

Imagine Thorin Oakenshield and company are traveling when they run into a swarm of pixies who are stealing their food and playing pranks. Out of anger Thorin swats one out of the sky causing them to reform into their original size (roughly human sized/ taller then Thorin) landing hard on the ground. Do to the fact that Thorin hit them when they were small the entire left side of their body starts to bruise and they have two broken ribs. Gandalf who happened to know Y/n rushes to their side.

the fact that Thorin touched Y/n in pixie Law they now belong to that person. In other Words they are married and there is no way out of it. Nether is happy about it. Thorin because well he just got married to a not dwarf kind of a problem if you are a king. And Y/n is angry not only because their entire body hurts but because they now are not able to stay at there home and have to travel with dwarves. Turning back into their smaller form to heal faster. during this prosses they stay tucked on Thorin's shoulder using his braid as a seatbelt so that they don't fall.

Through out the trip I like to think that Y/n would constantly mess with Thorin by pulling his hair and buy swearing at him in their native language. Over time they would come to the realization that they care for the other extremely deeply.

[nogitsune-the]

Emergency surgery and needles

flannel-cladpika asked: First off, love your work! Second off, could I request a Angst w/ Fluff BNHA Iida Tenya x F!Reader (aged up)? Reader has to get a serious surgery (or multiple surgeries) for some reason, and Reader is scared of due to an extreme phobia of needles? Iida tries to help but is worried for his partner, hoping they'll be ok?

A/N: sorry it took so long 

Wordcount: 675

Getting surgery is scary and you were about to get it, you had an accident during your hero work when you were involved in a villan fight and were sent to the hospital to help you out. Your emotions were all over the place and all you wanted was for your loving fiance to be here before you had to be wheeled into the surgery room. You were anxiously watching the clock tick down before you had to go into emergency surgery.

You knew that soon the nurses would come in to put an iv and different medicines in you as well as get your blood drawn before you went in, you were already heavily sedated on pain medication while waiting and even when your fiance is the quickest hero out there he sure could be late in getting to the hospital. Not that you could blame him the two of you were both heroes and you both knew the risk while getting into it and you both know that anything can happen in thought your days. That's how you ended up here in the first place. You had been attacked by a rouge villan even when it was your day off and you were just on your way to the store.

He had managed to break both of your arms in the process and now you were in the hospital. Iida had been informed of what happened by the heroes that were chasing the villan of what happened to you and how you had managed to stop the villan in the prosses but had gotten very injured and was getting transported to the hospital. And he was on his way as soon as he heard, knowing that you were terrified of needles and knowing what happened you would be subjected to more than one of them. You had held off the nurses for a good while when he finally came bursting through the door of your hospital room. His hair was tousled from running halfway across town to get to the hospital.

“Y/N, I came as soon as I could.” His large frame moves to get to the chair beside your bed, the nurse still recovering from the sock of him barging into the room. “Iida, your here” You smile up at him through the pain, the sense of relief flooding through you now that he was here. His hand going to grab your thigh as your hands were indisposed. “I need to be stabbed with needles and I didn’t want to until you came. I think I made the nurses annoyed” He lets out a chuckle at your words “I’m sure you did honey”

The nurse came up to you again in hopes of finally getting to get your blood drawn, and putting an iv into you before you had to be wheeled in and this time she finally could as you had Iida by your side to comfort you through it. While in his head the thoughts were running quickly. It was a standard surgery to put some plates on the bones for them to set correctly but all the side effects of surgery were running through his head. It didn't help that the last time a family member was in the hospital it was his brother. You weren't married in yet but you were just missing one step and you would be a part of the Tenya family.

But he didn't let his worries show as he knew all you needed was comfort at the moment. Your hands were in pain as the only medicines you had gotten were orally and not as strong as the nurses had wanted. Not long after getting the needle in your body, you were given the medicine the doctors wanted you to have before they wheeled you into surgery. All while your fiance was waiting for you back in your room, hoping everything went ok and that once you recovered you could go back to the work you loved. Being a hero for the people.

[tophatofdoom]

I feel like I’m in perpetual freak out mode these days

[sheeple]

Itchy sweaters | 1: Martini’s in the morning

PHOTO NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): CEO!au / arranged marriage!au / Fashion designer!au Fandom(s): MCU Pairing(s): CEO!Bucky Barnes x fashion designer!reader Summary: Love comes in unexpected places and in many forms, everybody knows that but we often forget it. It can come as enjoyment in your job, brunch with friends, gifts, or an arranged marriage. Warning(s): Age-gap [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist]

With rage in my steps, I push open the double doors that lead to the orangery of my parent's house. "This is outrageous! You can't do this, mom!"

Both my parents look up at my enraged entrance, and my mom immediately stands up. She lays her book down on the glass table while dad looks to me over his newspaper.

"Darling, please. You have to understand that we did this with your wellbeing in our mind." Mom frowns as she places her hands on my upper arms, rubbing circles with her thumb over the fabric of my leather jacket.

"Then why did I need to hear about it from someone else? Were you guys not going to tell me that you married me off like some medieval cow." 

Mom scoffs at my word use and turns towards my dad, but he quickly focusses back on his newspaper. Smart man.

"Well...", she begins carefully. "You aren't getting any younger─"

"Are you kidding me?! I am twenty-eight, mom!" I glance up to the glass ceiling while pinching the bridge of my nose.

"That's almost thirty, honey. And your timer is running... out." Mom gives me a knowing look, subtly glancing down.

A loud scoff escapes my lips, she can't be fuckings serious. "So that is what this whole arranged marriage is? A way for me to be a breeding horse of some rich man? Unbelievable." With a shake of my head, I turn around and almost dash out of the orangery.

I make my way to the kitchen, knowing that mom will put dad in as last resolve to mend the mess she just made. And like I expected, dad leans against the door frame with his hands in his dress pants.

I stand with my back towards him, my hands on the marble kitchen worktop as I scan the available alcohol. 

"It's too early for day drinking, dove, it's not even noon yet." I can hear the amusement in his voice and the smile on his lips. He makes his way towards me and grabs the bottle of gin out of my hands. 

A humourless laugh leaves my lips. "Please, don't deny me of a martini, I need something to prosses the very unwelcome information." I throw dad a pout as I grab the bottle of gin out of his hands and pour it in a glass, mixing it with the dry vermouth that's already in the mixing glass. As everything is stirred and mixed well, I transfer the martini in a chilled glass and finish it off with a bit of lemon, dropping the peel in my glass.

"If you weren't my daughter and I knew you can hold your alcohol, I would say you are on the way to be an alcoholic", dad remarks with a shake of his head.

I raise one hand above my head and form a fist, I say, "choo, choo, all aboard the alcoholic train", with a sly grin.

After a moment of silence between us two, dad speaks up. "You are right, we should have said something first before making a deal. It happened all so quick, especially after the other party agreed almost immediately."

My head shoots up, looking at my father with raised eyebrows. They already agreed to the arrangement without first meeting me? Do I know him or something?

"Who is it? I swear if it's Peter I'm going to throw up", I remark and put down the half-emptied glass. 

Peter Parker and I are best friends since childhood. Our parents were best friends. When his died, we took him in for a time while his aunt was sorting things out. He's like a little brother to me.

"You and Peter? Your mother thought about it for a moment." 

I fake gag with a grimace. "Oh, Lord, please no. That's disgusting!"

"We figured out that would be your reaction. And believe it or not, we do want you to be happy. So, one evening at a fundraiser, I came across Barnes Senior. He told me how his son, James, was doing and complained that he was still unmarried and had no heir for their company." 

I rack my brain for anyone I know with the names James Barnes. The only one I know is Barnes Senior. He's an older gentleman with dark hair and kind eyes. He used to own a million-dollar company. I don't know in what field. I never cared to listen to the grown-ups talking when the transfer of power happened.

Dad sees me thinking and pulls out his phone, quickly typing something on google. He turns his phone towards me to show a picture of James Barnes, I assume. 

The man has short brown hair with a short beard. He is possed in a dark suit for the pictures that attach to the interview. The lighting the photographer used casts a dark shadow over his eyes, which makes the expression on his face a bit dark and grumpy. 

"He looks... intimidating." 

My father looks into my eyes with a look that says 'is that the best you can say?'

"What? It is true! Don't blame me for stating facts." My own phone vibrates in the right pocket of my jacket, and I fish it out.

Reminder: tailor appointment with Peter.

I sigh. "I have to go, work calls. Say goodbye to mom from me." I lean towards dad and give him a kiss on his cheek before turning around and walking towards the front door, my car keys already in my hands.

"Oh, we have reserved a seat this Saturday at your favourite restaurant. The reservation is set at seven. Don't be late, you'll be meeting James then", says dad casually and I stop a moment in my steps.

"Seven o'clock sharp, I'll be there." I have over my shoulder and get out of their house and into my car. 

Dear Lord, why always me?

"Careful! I don't need you to stab my leg with those pins!" Peter squirms as I make adjustments to the royal blue dress pants he is trying on.

"Then stay still", I say with gritted teeth, "before I'll really stab you with my pins." I glance up to him so that he knows I mean it. Peter stops moving around, and I grunt as a thank you.

"What has gotten into you today? Did you run out of coffee or something this morning?" He glances down at me as I finish pinning the seams down.

I take a step back to see the silhouette while folding my arms in front of my chest. My leg bounces up and down as my eyes travel over the trousers and jacket. "I am being married off, that's what happened. T-pose for me."

Peter's jaw falls open as I start to circle around him, pinning places that seem necessary. He starts to sputter out incoherent sounds while looking at me in shock. "I... Who... What?"

I rub my face with both my hands. "To make a long story short, mom wants grandkids and dad wants me to be happy, so they are going to marry me off to James Barnes."

Peter looks confused. "But... you are just twenty-eight? You have time." He takes off the jacket carefully to make sure he doesn't get hurt by the needles and drapes it over my outstretched arm.

I neatly hang the jacket on a hanger, turning my back to Peter so that he can change pants. "That's what I said too, but mom insisted that my time is running out. Or something like that."

The sound of belt buckles hit my ear while I continue. "Mom thought you were a good candidate."

Peter lets out a loud gag. I chuckle, we are so alike. "Ew, no. I am getting sick. We did that once, and that was enough."

"Hey! I am not that bad! I hope you are lasting longer with MJ then you did then." I roll my eyes playful.

"I thought we agreed to never bring that up again?" He whines loudly, stepping off the platform while doing his belt. I grab his jeans jacket and give it to him. He snatches it out of my hands and quickly puts it on.

"What do I owe you for the suit?", he asks as we walk out of the fitting room while pointing at the suit draped over my arm.

With a shake of my head, I place a hand on his shoulder. "Nothing. Remember, you get one suit a year from me. For your birthday." I lay the suit on my desk as we pass it. "Besides, we're family."

"I know, but you're already so busy with the preps for your show in Chicago in three months. You hardly sleep because of that." Peter lays his hands on my shoulders and stares into my eyes with a worried look. 

Nodding, I take hold of his hands. "Yeah, but I can rest after the show. Oh, by the way, I am meeting James Barnes this Saturday."

"How can you say that so casual! I would freak out, dude." Peter easily wraps one of his arms around my shoulders as we are, in fact, the same height. 

"Oh, I am everything except casual right now. I just can't let it show, one of us has to be strong." I whisper the last part. Peter lets out a loud laugh.

Oh, how I wish it is my best friend that I have to marry instead of a stranger. Then my life would have so much less stress.

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Khan and His Sweet Flower

roleplay with @khan-stid

continued from

(small text by @khan-stid​)

When Khan listened to her speak he was calm listening to her every word. His heart sank hearing that she hasn’t been feeling well thinking it must have been a virus going around. He wasn’t a normal human he was immune to human diseases and sicknesses. But for his Diana she could get sick but lucky for her she had him to heal her when ever she needed. Just like when he added his blood to her wound to help with the healing processes.

All he wants is to make her happy just as she makes him happy. Feeling her kisses on his skin always made his heart skin and beat faster sending shivers through his spine. Even when he could sense her mood changing into his frisky minx he will snap into the lover she needed. He loved the way his name fell from her lips. The way her moans filled the room and the way she felt around him. It all brought him to a whole new level of love and he never wants to let it go.

Though her telling him all the symptoms that she was having for the passed week and days. He saw the realization spreading over her face as she talked. He was confused and calm trying to figure out what exactly she was telling him. But then his smile disappeared and his world stopped.

HIs intellect made him processes things faster and better than people around him. Khan looked to her belly then to her seeing the worry that spread through her eyes. No she couldn’t be pregnant. Women now a days have better technology for stopping or halting the fertility prosses. He wasn’t even sure if he could get her pregnant, he didn’t know if Marcus had ruined his sperm. Now he knows for sure that even being a augment he has a stronger seed better for breeding. Though his mind began to race as a whole new nightmare awoken in him. If any one finds out she is carrying his child Marcus would now have a reason to use her to get to him. Even worse now that if she gets hurt or killed the unborn child will suffer as well.

Khan looked over her then turned away and stood up with out a word. He looked outside the window as his heart beat became rapid and his breathing heavier. Running his fingers through his hair and trying to calm him self, trying to rid of the bad thoughts. HIs eyes began to lace with tears so many emotions going through him. He heard slight whimper coming from her as he turned to see her with tears running down her face. He ran to her side and cupped her face wiping away her tears.

“Diana no need to cry please. Are you for certain that you are pregnant?”

Khan looked down to her belly then raised a hand and move it to carefully press it to her bare stomach. His eyes met hers. “My love….I..” He looked away and pulled his hand back feeling ashamed for letting this happened. He knew that all this love was going to be dangerous right now. But it amazed him how easy it could be to make a new life just with a man and woman who love each other deeply.

“I am sorry for letting this happen. Now I am putting you and our child in danger. I never thought in my life I would ever have a family that I made. If any one finds out about you carrying my child let alone see you, they will hurt you.” Tears started to form and fell down his face.

“I don’t know what to do, Diana? I love you so much. You mean the world to me. My sweet flower.” Khan wrapped his arms around her naked body and pulled her into a hug holding her close. “I can’t understand my emotions right now and I am sorry if I scared you. Thank you for giving me a life that I never thought I would have. Just know I will protect you and our child with my life. I will be here by you side through it all.”

Khan will do anything for her and will make sure their child grows up to see his father. Though deep down khan thinks he wouldn’t be so great at being a father but he knows for certain she will be a wonderful mother. Now khan would have to find a way to make news way for a better plan to keep her safer.

Her attempt to lighten the moment had fallen short. This was not the way Diana had ever envisioned sharing such happy news with the father of her unborn child. Not that she had expected to find herself pregnant so soon, either. Because she had been careful; scrupulously so.

Diana had not been in an intimate relationship with any man for more than two years, when Fate had brought her face to face with the living, breathing force of nature that was Khan Noonien Singh. And once she had realized the depth of her feelings for him--along with the forbidden desire he had awoken in her despite him being a patient and a prisoner--she had resumed taking the course of low dose hormones designed specifically for her body chemistry, which suppressed ovulation. All that she could think now was that something powerful in his body chemistry--by design, or as a side effect of the genetic manipulation which had created him--had somehow overridden her precautions. Literally causing her to ovulate anyway. Perhaps an Augment's natural biological imperative to reproduce was so potent that abstinence was the only sure way to prevent conception.

Dammit, Diana, stop thinking about this so clinically, she admonished herself; this will be a child born of the love between us, not a science experiment! But the way Khan's smile had just faded, replaced with a wary, careworn mien, struck a note of cold dread within her heart. Please, my darling, her mind shouted, please see this as a blessing rather than a burden. Or as just another obstacle to be overcome on the way to fulfillment of your plans.

When he turned away from her, and then stood up to gaze out of the window, Diana felt as though her love for him and her hopes for a future together were doomed to fail. She laid her head back against the pillow, closing her eyes to fight the tears that wanted to fall freely. Whimpering softly while beginning to mourn the loss that must be coming.

Suddenly, Khan was back at her side, cupping her face in his powerful but gentle hands. Swiping away her hopeless tears. Proving once more the beautiful depth of his heart, and that she had nothing to fear as long as she trusted him. He briefly laid one hand on her belly--in Diana's eyes it was as though he was claiming his child as much as its mother--but then the mix of conflicting emotions that played across his face confused her.

Until he spoke. Of things which she hadn't yet had time to consider. Apologizing where no apology was needed. His own, very valid fears for her safety and for the precious life growing within her, along with promising to protect her and the child from the very real threats that awaited outside the shelter of this little sanctuary. Khan's tears made her heart ache, but also made her want to give him the peace and happiness that had eluded him all his life.

Khan had pulled her to him, professing his love and thanking her for changing his life for the better. How wonderful it was to be safe in the circle of his arms, enveloped in his warmth and strength! Diana molded her naked body to his fully clothed form, not caring one bit that the spark of sudden desire she felt could just be her hormones. All that mattered right now was easing his mind of the new worries which came along with this unlooked for miracle--and reminding him again that she loved him beyond any way to measure.

"Oh, my dearest love," she sighed, nuzzling his neck, taking the scent of his goodness and strength deep into her lungs. "Please don't blame yourself for anything--we created this new life together. Just as men and women all over the world do, every hour of every day that passes." Diana smoothed her hand across his chest, stopping to rest it over his heart. "You have finally allowed yourself to love and be loved in return, and no matter what the future holds, neither of us should be sorry or harbor regrets."

She kissed his neck softly, then teased her lips on his earlobe, patiently murmuring, "I do love you so, my darling Noonien...prince of my heart...with all that I am." Diana moved her hand to stroke along his jawline, assuring him, "You have just made my faith in you stronger than ever." Gently, she turned his face so she could kiss his mouth, lingering to breathe a promise onto his lips, "And I know in my bones that our child will be the luckiest one in the world to have you for their father."

She tried to read in the miracle of his eyes--those wondrous eyes that at times were a pure, piercing blue, and at others contained the colors of nebulas within their spheres--what he was thinking now. Had she managed to assuage him? Was he already calculating how he had to adjust his plans to accommodate this momentous development? And could he feel, right in this moment, how desperately she longed for him to prove with his body that his love for her had not changed for the lesser? Longed to celebrate with him the simple joy that had arisen from their love?

@khan-stid

[vdragon-creations]

More Danganronpa Headcanons!

Why? Because I can! And I have to wait for a Commissioner to get back to me about a WIP I just sent!

I Think I’m gunna try my hands at making some Headcanons for Mondo, Ishimaru, Leon, Kazuichi, and Kiibo this time a round! Just cause I wanna try and explore new characters. (And totally not because I fell hard for a certain Robo Boi! WHAAAAAAAT! YOU CRAZY GURL!) I’m still loyal to my man Yasuhiro! But I gotta spred the love! Cause these boi’s need it! Also, wanna mention that these are more like...Non-Killing Game AU Headcanaons. So yeah! ^^ 

Let’s do this!

Mondo:

Is a Semi decent carpenter, but there was that one time he fucked up the legs on a chair, and now one of Asahina’s shorts has a rip in it where there was a stray nail sticking out.

She wont let him live that down. And neither will Sakura.

Get’s pretty embarrassed/pissed off if someone touches his neck! The dude’s jacket practically covers that entire part of his body, so he’s not used to feeling anything touch him there!

He once let out a girlish scream when Leon poked him there once to wake him up during class! The rest of them are surprised Leon wasn’t killed right then and there.

Once he participated in a little competition between the classes to see who was the arm wrestling champ. He got pretty far till he had to go up against Gonta. He lost by a landslide, but he felt better loosing to a dude like him at least. 

Totally escorts any female classmate or student home on his bike if they ask, or he sees some creep hanging around them. 

He does get embarrassed about it though, and ends up yelling at them. This results in one of three things.

The girl runs away!

The girl just politely declines, and walks away kinda creeped out!

Or a mix of all, with the addition of the dude sees this, and get’s spooked himself, and fucks off

Ishimaru:

Has a bit of a panic attack and dies inside if he sees someone leaving the men’s restroom without washing their hands!

Carries scented hand sanitizers with him! At all times! No matter what! And must offer some to every single one of his classmates! 

Once he tripped in the halls while chasing after another rule breaker, and had to be carried to the nurse’s office. Now that alone wouldn’t have been a bad thing, except Sakura was the one who did it, and she carried him bridle style, much to his dismay. 

Mondo and Leon teased him about that one for months.

During Christmas, he’ll start screeching about PDA anytime he sees a Mistletoe, or people under it who are about to kiss! 

But will ultimately be the first one forced to stand underneath it by is classmates.

Stays behind after school hours to either clean, or poke his head into every class room to see if the teachers need help with anything.

He’s totally that guy who during the Gym Class or Sports festival, is bitching about how short the girls shorts are, but not realize he’s staring. There by making HIM the creep! 

Leon of all people was the one to point this out to him, only adding to the shame.

Leon:

It’s not hard for him to start catching feelings for basically any girl meets.

Totally has an Instagram where he posts shirtless pics! He’s pretty popular thanks to that, and his Baseball Skills.

Purposely taught himself English so he could flirt with some of the American and British chicks who visit his profile and leave comments.

He’s pretty used to going from girl to girl, so it’s safe to assume he’s used to getting dunked on by the girls he’s dumped. Getting called a pig, dirty looks, even some of them going so far as to pour their drinks on them at lunch. This he can handle!

Wanted so badly to start a band with Sayaka, Ibuki, Kaede, and Kazuichi! (Probably due to the punk look Soda always puts on!) But he was promptly let down by all of them! Cause Ibuki had her own shit to deal with, Kazuichi because he had no experience with music (at least any good ones, Stay tuned for that! ;3), Sayaka cause she’s already part of a group, and Kaede because punk wasn’t exactly her thing.

But what really stresses him out is when one of his Exes just.....doesn’t really seem to care! It feels so outta place to him, and it actually makes him pretty paranoid. Wondering if their plotting for revenge or some shit! So he’ll spend days after breaking up with a girl like this, just kinda....being a little bitch! XD

Secretly, I’m pretty sure they all turned him down because they thought he was coming on to them to a degree. 

Kazuichi:

Is a lot like Yasuhiro, he doesn’t like birds, but not because he thinks they work for the government. It’s because he doesn’t like most animals, they remind him of Gundham.

Miu makes him HIGHLY uncomfortable! Sure, she’s hot and stuff, but she’s a whole other level of fuckery that he wants no part of! She’s banned from entering his workshop, and so Kiibo is usually the one who comes in to grab something if Miu needs it. He completely get’s Kazuichi feeling put off by Miu.

However, Kazuichi is still pretty insistent on asking Kiibo if he can take him apart every time he comes to get something for Miu. Making the poor robot very uncomfortable!

He’s pretty jealous that Miu get’s to play with the Robot and he doesn’t. Get’s kinda salty about it.

Teruteru once gave him the idea that he should try to serenade Sonia. And so he did! Or at least he tried to. He got over the fence to the girls dorms, ripping his clothes in the prosses. Then when he got to the window (he thought was) of Sonia’s room, he threw a rock that was a bit too big at it, cracking the window and scaring the girl in the room! Waking up the whole dorms and he booked it out of there! 

He attempted this one more time, and was better prepared. But Sonia opened her window to see a Kazuichi dressed in a Ghillie Suit and wearing an army helmet holding a guitar! When he started to sing and play, it was now obvious why Ibuki refuses to let him sing along with any of her music! 

A girl from a neighboring room called the campus security to repot a strange dude outside the Girls dorms, while another one poked her head out of her window and began to throw things at him. 

He left soon after, but was caught by security and reprimanded. Now he refuses to listen to Teruteru has to say about anything.  

Kiibo:

Often get’s bossed around by Mui to get her things. He finds it rather degrading, but when she’s not being bossy, she’s helpful to him. So he puts up with it, as a way of saying thanks. 

One of these tasks he’s asked to do a lot is going over to Kazuichi’s Workshop to barrow tools and such. He hates doing it though, since Kazuichi is always wanting to take him apart. So he does his best to make these visits quick!

Miu gave him the ability to remove some of his heavy armor so he can wear clothing like normal. Surprisingly, This was his idea! He wanted to be able to enjoy the comforts of soft fabrics like most humans. And it would help him blend in a bit better.

Gonta and him get along very well! Mainly due to both of them having a hard time understanding things like sarcasm, harsher jokes, and certain social cues. This usually leads to them both learning at the same time when they hang out!

Miu is his wingman, weather he knows it or not! She’s always wanting to add new functions to him to make him more appealing. One of these is a thin velvet like coating on his armor that’s meant to make his metal less harsh on the skin if you touch him.

Another one of these features is a type of diffuser at the top of his skull under his hair! It releases a pleasant scent into his hair, similar to pheromones. The scent changes based on Kiibo’s emotions. 

Kokichi likes to openly mock Kiibo in front of new people. Like a lot!

Kiibo actually releases steam when he get’s too Angry or Embarrassed, but this is really rare. 

Get’s really curious about Occult, Paranormal, or Religious things. Sure, he finds some of it to be very silly, but he can’t help but wonder why some humans like those things! 

Some holiday traditions he finds weird too, and in some cases, a bit Robophobic. Like giving candy or sweets out on Valentines Day, when....well, he can’t fucking eat it! So he feels excluded in times like that.

He’s really confused about most PDA! Especially kissing! So humans just like...put their mouths together? And that’s like....supposed to mean deep affection? What’s so great about swapping fluids like that? Couldn’t they get sick? QUESTIONS! ANSWERS! HE MUST HAVE THEM!

His Ahoge doesn’t just change shape and move to show emotion, but it also tends to point in the direction that he’s attention is drawn too. Even when he’s trying to pretend he’s not looking at something! His hair is a dead give away!

Has a built in “Cellphone” in his head. Miu added it so it would be easier to contact him if needed. 

Everyone in his class has his number, except Kokichi! And it will stay that way!

.......Until Gonta gave it to him by being tricked into doing it!

And now he has a small panic attack every time his “Cellphone” rings. Praying to all that is good that he doesn’t hear “HEY KIIBOOOOOOOY!~<3″ on the other end!

[yandere-wishes]

//Yandere Magi//

This is a collections of a number of Magi charcters written in the yanderevers. I’ve excluded Sinbad and his eight generals inorder to write them their own fic later this month. I would aslo like to say thanks to @yandere-romanticaa​ for all her help with this story, thanks so much love, You’re a life savoir!Feedback and comments always appriciated! ENJOY my beloveds!

Alibaba Saluja

Alibaba is a very soft and obsessive yandere, one that has fallen so deep in a maniacal love, with an independent yet innocent darling. One that he believes must be kept concealed from this harsh, cold world. 

He'll desperately strive to learn every possible little thing about you. He wants to know your favorite color, food, animal, etc. And at first, this may come across as indearing, he takes the time to sit with you, hear your endeavors and triumphs. It's refreshing at first until he becomes too clingy. 

Alibaba slowly starts prying you away from your friends, going quite with a heartbroken look in his eyes when you tell him you have plans for the night. Sometimes the looks he gives you, are too much to bear and you cave canceling whatever you previous engagement you had to rest by his side. 

"(Y/N) you're my whole world, I never want to lose you!"

At some point in your relationship, Alibaba becomes fed up with others constantly possessing your affection. It's around this point that he'll decide that its better for both of you if you where kept locked up somewhere only he would have access to. This will -obviously- not sit well with his darling and yet what choice are they given. The Wonder Man can be quite forceful when it comes to his interpretation of his lover's being. 

"So I'm going to tie you to my heart, so ill never lose you"

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Alibaba wouldn't mind taking you outside as long as you have chains around your ankles and wrists. As a simple diversion to those around you, they will pay you no mind if they think you are merely a slave walking around with her master. This will also prevent people from believing anything you say if you were to ever run away and attempt to seek aid. After all who will believe the tales of a desperate slave girl. 

He will also permit you to mingle with Alladin, Morgiana, and Kassim. That is if they keep a respective boundary and don't get too touchy.

When it comes to outfits, Alibaba isn't too picky about what you wear, however other than the shackles you are to wear one of Kassim's red earings at all times. His reasoning for this? Simply that he'll be able to look at one of his loved ones and be reminded of two.

Aladdin

Aladdin is a bit of an odd yandere, he isn't particularly violent unless pushed, he gives his darling more freedom than other yanderes and he possesses both qualities of possessives and obsessives. He's most likely to fall for a darling based on two things, their kindness and their large appearances (Magi fans will understand what that means) they will also have to possess a knowledge of cooking and house chores. To be frank, Aladdin desperately wants a normal family. One with a warm welcoming wife and sweet children, food on the table and someone to cuddle with at night. That's why with the help of Ugo he decided that it'll be best to kidnap his love and keep her in the Sacred Place. 

"I love you all so much (Y/N)!"

He'll treat his darling with the utmost respect and heed to their every need and want. His punishments are rather childish and normally consist of the silent treatment or simply leaving their darling alone for a couple of days. At the end of the day you just end up accepting your current role as Aladdin's little "wife" really it isn't so bad, soon you'll even start to reciprocate his feelings to the point of almost matching his obsessive tendencies. 

"Don't you love me back?"

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He makes sure that you and Ugo become good friends, he will also attempt to make befriend Alibaba and Morgiana. 

As previously mentioned Aladdin is not very violent but he will not tolerate anyone other than himself touching you. He will also not hesitate to fight anyone who dares disrespect. 

He loves it when you wear slightly revealing tops and asymmetrical skirts, all in shades of blue and white.

Morgiana

Morgiana is a very considerate yandere that could be best described as a delusional/ obsessive mix. She knows what it's like to be stripped of your freedom and lose all-purpose but to serve your "Master". It's a fate she doesn't wish for anyone body else let alone her one true love. She will never chain you up, never lock you in a room or deprive you of food and water. Everything will appear to be a normal relationship, except if you look underneath the surface it isn't. People around you start to go missing or wind up dead. You mortified fearing that you'll be next, so you start seeking security from Morg who gladly provides you with love and comfort. Non the wiser that she is the one being the homicides. 

"Don't worry (Y/N) I'll protect you"

When the two of you start living together, she starts to become a little more possessive. She'll accompany you where ever you decide to go, insistent that you stay by her side at all times even when in the safety of your shared home. In truth, Morgiana doesn't know why she loves you and needs to protect you to such an extent. Maybe because she's never had anyone to protect her, maybe it's cause she's seen the grim reality of this world and wants to shelter you from it. Whatever it is it doesn't matter, all that matter and will ever matter is her love and admiration for you. The punishments that she does dole out are based on humiliation, most of which are sexual. She may start to rub you in public or pinch the right area between your thighs. She'll have no problem with forcing herself on you in front of a crowd if only to show just who you belong to. 

 Her other methods of keeping you in line consist of making you believe that you'll never be able to live without her and that you��need her to do everything for you  

"I'll never leave your side!" 

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She doesn't want to develop a friendship with anyone including her closest friends. Viewing them as potential threats to your safety. 

She will, however, intrust Masrur with looking after you when she gets caught up in something. 

She very dominates in bed and is very specific about the acts that you two commit. Knowing her strength she doesn't want to hurt you yet she does enjoy seeing you squirming under her. 

Kassim

Kassim is a possessive yandere, he views his darling as his property, she's an atonement from the universe for all the cruelty he's been through! He quickly becomes infatuated with the notion that someone's sole purpose on this earth is to please him. that's all his love is meant to do. To be there for him, to greet him with a smile and kisses when he returns to his current hideout. She shouldn't think of anything but him, shouldn't want anyone or thing but him. 

His darling likely resembles Anise in someway. Be it their kindness towards the members of the slums and fog troupe or their smile or the purity they radiate off of her in colossal waves.  

It's something and it's addicting, it's what caused him to steal her away one night under the cloak of darkness. To chain her to his worn-out bed, blindfolded and shivering. 

"You're mine (Y/N)..."

He never takes the blame for his actions, always saying it's her fault, she made him do this. It's his only response when he forces himself onto her practice each day, littering her body with sweet tender kisses and rough sharp bites that draw pallets of blood. 

When the poor darling tries to pull back or cower in a corner, he'll burn her with the tip of his cigars. If the unfortunate dear ever attempts to escape the punishment will be much harsher. He'll lock her away in some underground tunnel or broken down-home. Leave her there for days antagonist the filth any disease. It always works, whenever Kassim comes to collect her, she's always putty in his hands. Willing to be the sweet little darling he wants her to be.

"Don't you forget it!"

Judar 

Judar is a sadistic and cruel yandere with possessive tendencies. He's the type to see his beloved as his toy and plaything rather than a human being a unique though prosses. In his eyes, her only goal in life is to amuse and serve him.

Judar lacks care for....pretty much everything He's constantly bored and seeking some wicked way to quench his boredom. When he first met his beloved he would only see them as a temporary amusement, something he can get a chuckle out of and then slaughter for kicks. But then he notices something about the girl, she's modest, innocent wrapped in a child-like personality. She's his reciprocal, she's what he might have been (keyword might) if Al-Thamen hadn't abducted him and twisted his soul until he became a stygian monster. 

The pitiable darling will have no warning as to what's to come, one minute they're in the bazaar and the next, their in Judar's chambers, chained to the wall by a cold metal collar. 

"You're supposed to be my pet!"

That's when the real fun begins! Judar's favorite pass time soon becomes tormenting his new toy. He'll beat you to a bloody mess leaving you with broken bones, black eyes, split lips, bloody noses, and too many bruises to count. He'll get off to cutting you, smearing your blood over the both of you. You soon realize just how kinky and uncivil the fallen magi can be. Oh and let's not forget about his ice magic! For punishments he'll freeze the room and have you strip, leaving you in the cold for hours on end. Sometimes he may cuff your wrists and ankles in blocks of ice as he cuts you open with his wand and uses some ice pallets to sterilize the wounds. 

However, do note that Judar does try to make you happy from time to time. Buying you the prettiest dresses, making sure you are well fed and entertained. He always kisses you, of course, they are followed by harsh bites. It's just the only way he knows to show his affection, the cruelty and pain are only out of his sick and twisted love. By keeping you locked up and occupied he'll always be in full possession of your undived attention, at the end that's all he truly wants...well sorta. 

"So act like one before I kill you" 

To Judar this love is Ludus to you it's mania. 

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Judar rarely ever calls you by your name, he usually has some degrading nickname up his sleeve. 

Examples are pet, toy, my bitch, peach, plaything, whore 

He always makes you dress in black and gold clothes that are somewhat too tight and revealing. With this being said he does enjoy the occasional Rococo dress.

Hakuei Ren

Hakuei doesn't believe that she's a yandere at first. She just knows that she finds you enticing and exquisite, so she'll stare at you, follow you around from time to time. It isn't until she witnesses you laughing and smiling at some other girl, that rage begins to bubble up inside of her. Visions of wrapping her slender fingers around the other parties' neck plague her mind. She thinks she might be feeling ill, maybe it's from all the stress she's been under lately. 

Paimon will likely have to take her aside and explain to her that's she's in love, a dark and twisted one at that! The reason why she's outraged when she sees you with someone else is that she wants you all to herself. These emotions will not cease until she has truly posses you solely to herself.  

"Swear your love and loyalty to me (Y/N)"

It'll likely be Paimon that will kidnap you due to Hakuei's manipulated request. However, now that she has you she's doesn't know what to do. 

For the first few weeks, she keeps you locked up in her room. Finding it amusing to dress you up and style your hair. Decorating your locks with flowers and pears, slipping on golden tiaras and delicate chains. She makes you look so beautiful that she can't help but to show you to the rest of the royal family. Only this time she makes sure that you won't leave her for one of them. She'll tell you tales about how mean and brutish Emporer Kouen is. How sadistic and cruel the two imperial princes are. She'll manipulate your every step and word to benefit her own. 

It works, soon you sincerely believe that the only person you can trust is Hakuei, she's the only one that cares about you, the only one who won't hurt you. 

"Swear it!"

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Hakuei treats you like a doll, you are not to speak unless spoken to, not to move unless told. You do not own yourself only she can ever possess you.

Her punishments are usually whippings or small beatings. She hates punishing you but you have to learn your place even if it's through strict means. 

She enjoys dominating you in bed but while grant any request you have. If you want to try something new she'll be all for it and will make sure that you enjoy it too. 

Hakuryuu Ren

Hakuryuu is an odd yandere, at first he'd be fascinated with your courage and bravery, how independent and strong-willed you are. That fascination will very soon turn into an obsession. He'll soon find himself following his beloved around, trying to steal glimpses into her room, secretly stealing small trinkets of hers.  

In his eyes, you are perfect, a goddess of war with the most beautiful eyes and shimmering skin. You are his everything he'll gladly lay his life down at your feet. Except you don't seem to notice that, you don't even acknowledge his presence. This lights his heart on fire and now he's desperate for your attention. 

"You love me right (Y/N)?"

To Hakuryuu he has to find some way of "winning" you. It takes him the longest time to figure this out, to fully grasp what he has to do. But once he finally decides what to do no one can stop him. When he finally takes you, hiding you away in his private chambers where you will be safe. In his eyes this is the final step, he won you it's game over. 

He doesn't view keeping you captive as wrong or unlawful it's merely his way of protecting you from the awful creatures outside, those who do not appreciate your true beauty and could never love you as he does. 

Hakuryuu does have very strict rules in place one's you are to follow without question. They're for your good after all! He wants to keep you perfect and brave and his. His punishments are harsh but short, he hates hurting you but he has no other choice, you forced his hand! Normally he is very merciful and may even let little things slid. One thing he will never tolerate however is escaping. If you so much as open the door without his permission, he won't hesitate to lock you up in a cell in the palace dungeons leaving you there until you are begging him to let you out. Promising to be a good darling and do anything he says. 

"Say it! Say you love me!"

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Hakuryuu adores dressing you in the finest robes and walking around the palace with you. He ravishes the looks that others throw your way, seeing the sparks of envy in their eyes always put him in a lighter mood. 

His favorite person to show you to is Hakuei, he wants his older sister to be proud of the darling he caught. it's a lot like a small child showing their newest artwork to their mother.

Kouen Ren

Kouen is a possessive and controlling yandere, at first, he views his darling as merely a possession, one granted to him because of his role as emperor and also due to his numerous victories on the battlefield. He doesn't always treat his darling as an equal or with much affection and admiration for that matter. Really he simply expects his beloved to sit next to him on her own throne as a glamorous doll of a queen. 

He's rather fixated with the thought of morphing you into the perfect darling, into the most elegant and obedient queen the Kou empire has ever known! His methods for doing so are strict and rather unsavory. He has rules in place for everything, a routine you must abide by throughout the day, he monitors and manipulates every word you say, every step you take. Everything his always under his control! 

"My queen, you weren't supposed to utter those words."

Eventually, you will start to absorb his ideologies, wholly believing that your sole purpose in life is to be Kouen's perfect little queen.

You will do anything to please him, carve the rules and routines into your mind and soul. Only feel truly alive when he kisses you softly sucking ever so slightly at your bottom lip, pulling away to whisper how proud he is of you and how pure you're turning out to be!

"Now I'll have to punish you."

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His rather lax when it comes to sexual activities, he likes to be in charge but doesn't mind if you wish to dominate him and usually encourages it. He does, however, reserve requests for when you deserve a phenomenal prize. 

His rewards vary vastly, from new outfits to new privileges, to someone new to talk to or fresh words you are permitted to speak. 

Kouen's punishment methods are usually different forms of bondage, for example, tying you from the ceiling from your wrists. 

Or spreading your limps apart and to a different corner of the bed. 

Koumei Ren

Koumei isn't a very crazed yandere or very demanding. He's an obsessive that desperately want's your company. When he first kidnaps you, that all he wants, someone to talk to hidden away in the safety of his room. You'll spend may days and nights simply chained to an overly decorated and engulfing chair listening to the second imperial prince go on and on about his newest war strategy for conquering a new land or favorite book. 

However nothing lasts forever, soon Koumei will expect you to start doing chores such as organizing his books and scrolls, filing his military tactics, cleaning and dusting the room. All the things a good housewife should do. He is obsessed with you, this is a fact but he's also convinced himself that you're already his wife that you already love him and that to an extent you don't really want to leave him. 

"My gorgeous, stunning (Y/N)..." 

Every time you attempt to escape, you end up coming face to face with your captor, a knowing smirk decorating his features and a triumphant glint in his magenta eyes. You're always brought back, yet never punished Koumei just claimes that you're either bored and looking for a source of entertainment or were attempting to gain his attention because you missed him direly. 

Koumei also slowly begins to get more touchy the longer you reside with him. He'll embrace you more often, with his hands running along your back, nails scratching lightly at your tender flesh. He constantly has you sit on his lap or hold entwine your fingers with his. It doesn't matter how it is, he simply has to feel you in some manner or another. 

After some time you slowly begin to adapt to his hermit-like ways. Becoming to scared of the outside world yourself. A form of apathy grows within you, it becomes to much trouble to escape too much effort to beg the servents and staff for help. Life is much easier and simpler to just remain in Koumei's room. Being his little housewife is just a life that seems to suit you more than whatever you did with your existence before your lover captured you. 

"Kiss me"

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Koumei is rather shy during sex, your first few times. He slowly begins to adapt more to your body as time progresses. He quickly learns that he really really enjoys blow jobs. He loves how you feel around him, it's pure ecstasy to him. 

He does want his darling to feel comfortable around his brothers and sister along with their respective darlings. His family means a lot to him and thus he wants his darling to feel included in it. So he humors Kouha and Hakuryuu's little darling competitions even making you and himself the judges. 

Kouha Ren 

Kouha is a bit of a complex yandere, his tendencies border on possessive and sadistic, yet at times he is sickly sweet. Kouha will kidnap you, will force you to become his doll, his toy and his lover. 

He keeps you chained in a personal room he had customized solely for beloved. The room itself is luxurious, with an enormous closet filled to the dream with a multitude of clothes. Shimmering ball dresses, silky hanfus, delicate dresses both short and long imported from all over the Kou empire, even graceful linger that shows off more skin then it should. And that's just a minuscule portion of your wardrobe. You're given every piece of jewelry imaginable, every style of shoes and accessories. There isn't a thing that Kouha wouldn't give you! 

"My sweet doll..."

However, there is a price to pay for all these lavish gifts. Kouha expects you to be at his beck and call, to pleasure him in any manner he so desires. This can lead to certain unsavory events... Kouha is very rough and commanding in bed, the things he wishes to do to you are very painful and extremely taboo. He will mark you and cut you, tearing at you delicate flesh, decorating it with kisses, bruises and little cuts in shapes of hearts. 

Kouha's favorite thing is to dress you up all elegant and porcelain-like and than to just cuddle you. Nuzzel your neck and breath in you sweet sent, tangle is slim fingers in your silky locks, watch as the light illuminates your dazzling eyes. He'll give you the softest kisses on your sweet spots practically worshipping your body. 

"Behave or I'll have to punish you!"

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Kouha does enjoy flaunting you around, making everyone so envious of his adorable and well-behaved darling.

If you've been extra good than Kouha will let you mingle with Kouen, koumei, and Hakuryuu's darlings. Oh, but of course you have to be dressed to outshine them all. 

Actually, Hakuryuu and Kouha constantly compete to see who's darling is better! Not simply by outward appearance and outfits but also in manners and how much love they give their yandere.

Kouha's punishments are the most damaging and painful to endure. they vary from classic torture methods (such as burning her with boiling water, adding salt to fresh cuts, dislocating and/ or breaking bones) to sexual humiliation. Forcing you to set on his lap during a meeting is an extremely skimpy dress with his fingers plunging into your womanhood. Or taking you in front of his servants and whoever else would enter the room. 

Kougyoku Ren

Kougyoku is a manipulative and jealous yandere, she knows that she doesn't own you but she wants all of your actions, wants to be the only person you care about. She doesn't mind what tactics she must use to get you undevoted attention wheater it is clinging to your arm or kissing you in front of the royal court, it doesn't matter!

"You’re so cute (Y/N)!"

She won't outright kidnap you but she (Along with Kouha, Kouen, and Koubun Ka) has made it very clear who you belong to and that you have no say in the matter. She'll constantly request your presence in her room and will get pushy and invasive if you deny her request. 

She can be slightly cruel and sadistic in her punishments. Enjoying how to scream and cower in pain. Sure she feels ever so slightly bad that she is casing to suffer but how else will you learn not to disobey her?

" Cute And mine!"

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You always have to be pressed perfectly, in the finest and cleanest clothes. Only pure gold jewels decorating your flesh. Not a single hair out of place. Kougyoku insists on doing this herself each and every day!

She has a pretty high sex drive but finds that she's a big fan of watching as you play with yourself, she might join in or just start playing with herself as she listens to your sweet moans. 

[out-of-control]

STEPS

words: 1157

warnings: none

summary: Jim’s been pretty bored around the apartment.

“I think I’m going fucking crazy,” Jim says casually, lounged on the bed, not even looking up from his clearly exciting issue of National Geographic: one he pulled from a pile of magazines that he scrounged up at the used book store down the road. “Like, a new brand of crazy. For me.”

Jax is sitting at his desk, slouched over and soldering away at something that he’s rambled on and on about countless times that still goes way over Jim’s head. Jax just has a knack for this stuff that Jim doesn’t. He's kind of glad, though. Jim likes just listening to him talk about it. Jax straightens a little, pivots his shoulder to look at Jim. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know, like,” he makes a face and closes his magazine. “What the fuck are people supposed to do all day?”

“Most people have fucking jobs,” Jax snorts. “Or hobbies.”

“Yeah, well,” Jim wrinkles his nose, and rolls over onto his back. “I don’t think that even I could just play bass for 12 hours a day.”

Jax puts the soldering iron back into the holder and scoots his chair around to regard Jim. “You know, uh. I bet I could get you some kind of gig at the Pross,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. "We've been needing a second bartender pretty bad since Bianca quit."

Jim tilts his head to look up at Jax, brows knitting together. “You sure about that?” he asks cautiously. Anna hasn’t exactly been Jim’s biggest fan. She came over once to hang out with Jax, a month or so after he moved in, and an immediate rude comment about Jim getting guys to break their hands right to Jim's face turned into a pretty big fight between her and Jax. She's cooled it on biting Jim’s head off since Jax explained to her Jim was trying to get clean, but she still clearly doesn’t like him.

“Well, I don't have strings to pull anywhere else,” Jax says with a snort. “If you apply to Dunkin’ you’re on your own.” He slides off the chair onto the floor, and kneels at the edge of the bed, face hanging upside-down over Jim’s. “But for real. I think you’d fit in there.” Then he leans down, kisses Jim’s forehead. “If you’re worried about Anna, I’ll eat her alive.”

He couldn’t exactly apply to Dunkin’ if he wanted to, which he doesn’t. Jim huffs a laugh. “You have a point,” he mumbles. “Questionably run, damp, poorly-lit, loud,” he counts on his fingers.

“Like all the best,” Jax says with a grin, and kisses Jim on the mouth, horizontal Spider-Man style. Pulling back, he says, “Seriously, though. You wanna be a working girl?”

Jim reaches his arms up, knitting his fingers together behind Jax’s neck, trapping him there. “Well, what the fuck else am I gonna do? Sit here bored out of my mind? ‘Least I could pay rent, or like, save up for a new car or something.” Jim got rid of the Tercel around a month ago; it hurt like hell to say goodbye, but it’s been better for him in the long run. All the bad memories built up around it over the years were far outweighing the good ones, and it was bringing him down a lot more than he’d realized every time he saw it. Luckily, he has a roof over his head, and a boyfriend to hold his hand through the hard days. Some days, he even feels like the luckiest guy in the world.

“If I had the funds, I’d make you my gigolo in a heartbeat,” Jax says seriously. “But I can settle for a workplace affair instead.”

“We could make Tom’s life a fucking nightmare,” Jim grins.

Jax laughs. “Try to lisp when he’s around. It’s a great deterrent.” He kisses Jim again, this time for a bit longer. “As for what the fuck else you could do,” he murmurs, a hairs breadth away from Jim’s lips. “Got some ideas.” And he climbs onto the bed. 

“Is that so?” Jim chimes, raising an eyebrow and propping his head up on his elbow, rolling onto his side to face Jax. “I am a big fan of your ideas.”

“Mm,” Jax says sagely, though he can’t fight back a smile. Knelt on top of the covers, he dips down and kisses Jim, slow and languid, one hand threaded through Jim’s hair. “They’re pretty good ideas,” he continues, between kisses, “If I do say so myself.”

Jim hums thoughtfully, carefully sitting upright as they kiss, runs a hand up Jax's chest. Then Jim shoves him down against the mattress, leans in close, says into Jax’s ear in a low voice, "Prove it."

Jax immediately wraps his legs around Jim’s back, crossing his ankles. “Yeah, sure. I guess I can give you a hands-on demonstration,” he says, curling his fingers in the hem of Jim’s shirt. “On one condition.”

“And what would that be,” Jim murmurs, mid-way through kissing a line down to Jax’s chest.

Jax grins. “You gotta promise me you’re gonna ace that job interview, baby.”

Jim pauses, pulls back, blinks at him. “I’ve never had a job interview in my fucking life.”

Jax laughs aloud, genuine and bright and happy. “I’ll build you an earpiece, feed you all the right answers,” he says, and wraps a hand around Jim’s bicep, squeezing encouragingly. “No, it’ll be dead easy. They aren’t picky. They hired me.” 

Jim laughs too, gives Jax another slow kiss, nips at Jax’s bottom lip. “I’ll study hard, like a good boy. They can’t say no to me, I’m too cute.” Then he lowers his mouth to Jax's throat.

“Hey, hey,” Jax gasps, as his neck is kissed. “Hey. How would you say you fare in high-stress environments?”

“I think I’m alright,” Jim breathes, leaning back a little to slip his shirt off. “But maybe you should demonstrate how you do. I wanna get it right, baby.”

Jax immediately gets his hands on Jim’s tattoos, with Jim gladly sitting up further to let him, luxuriating in his touch. Jax traces the bleeding hearts first, then the SLUT, and finally, the LOVERBOY. “You know, confidence is key. They’ll love you.” He looks up, hands resting on Jim’s hips. “I know I do.”

A wide grin spreads across Jim’s face, sharp little teeth poking out over his lip. “Aw, shucks. You mean that?” he teases.

“But not conceited,” Jax murmurs. “He’s the perfect employee.”

“I’d better get the fuck to work then, huh?” Jim muses, running a hand up one of Jax’s thighs.

Jax inhales deeply. He seems unable to keep up the game any longer, and simply says, “Please.”

Jim chuckles, self-satisfied, face hot. "Love you too," he says, once the act is over, helping Jax get his shirt off. Jim knows he knows already, but it feels nice just to say it anyways.

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[angelcorebabyowo]

Can I have a ride home, I'm at a party and I dont know anyone...

Paring: RemRom

Words: 2771

Chapters:1[or 2]/ ???

Warnings: cursing, somewhat unsympathetic light sides from how you look at it,

oman knew this was a bad idea, he knew going to this dance was a bad idea, he knew that his friends would most likely stand him up, trust me he did. What he didn't expect was to be sitting on the gym bleacher gently crying his eyes out. He didn't expect his brand new dress to be ripped or the heel of his heels to just tear off because he fell. Despite his shaking so much he mages to get his phone and call up his brother, one of the only people he cares about anymore and puts the phone up to his ears begging for someone to answer. Tears had started flowing more freely now, no control to him, and had started full-on sobbing.

"You've reached the trash can! Leave a message after the beep!" was all that came from the other line and Roman almost threw his phone. He tried one more time and it finally worked and he nearly jumped when it worked. The sound of Remus' voice put a smile on his face despite the circumstance.

"Hey whats u- wait, are you crying?" The voice on the other line was hoarse and sounded as if they just chugged a gallon of those drink packets. Just like Remus. He had stayed home seeing as he had gotten expelled earlier in the year for beating up one of the kids who picked on roman and sent them to the hospital, he was lucky that no charges had been pressed, although it was bad enough the school board hadn't wanted him to come back unless he pulled that stunt again.

"They stood me up!" Roman cries and tries to form a ball but the bleachers hadn't given much room to so much as move another inch, "Told me I was too annoying to hang out with them anymore!" he knew it sounded childish but that was the exact wording, and he wasnt about to back down.

"Who do they think they are!" both of them said at the same time, although, Remus sounded angrier than Roman. Roman made a sound that sounded a bit like a whimper at the tone, he never did like it.

"Look, I'm in the middle of something right now, and by that I mean I just woke up. I'll pick you up in a few minutes. Do you want me to stay on the line, or will you be alright?" Remus asks his tone of voice nearly completely changing after he heard Roman's reaction to it before. He might have been an asshole but not enough to fully harm his brother during their weakest point, he would never swoop that low.

"Can you um..Can you stay on the phone?" Roman wasn't crying anymore but he was still sniffling up a storm and it was apparent with every word. He had a small problem with being alone when he was in the state. He knew he couldn't do anything but it still made him beyond uncomfortable to be alone.

"Alright then, go and wash your face off to get all the snot off of it" Remus exclaims, Roman could hear him getting up and his bones popping in the prosses, "You're a messy crier"

Roman does just that well at least walks to the bathroom, wincing and hissing as he walked to the bathroom, he refused to take his shoes off so every step was painful and he nearly started crying again.

"What's the damage? I hear you hissing, sound like Dee" He heard Remus ask him, it was muffled due to the phone not being directly on his ear and more on his shoulder. Dee, Or Jauns Lawrenson, was their mutual friend who had graduated last year and was currently going to Law school or something like that. Neither of them paid enough attention to their friend's career to tell anyone about it.

"My shoe broke and my dress has a gnarly rip in it, luckily the dress looks pre-ripped, can't say the same for the shoes." Roman practically growls annoyed that his favourite outfit was remotely ruined."Stop laughing! It's not funny! It's not fucking funny!" He practically shouts as he gets into the unisex bathroom and locks the door. Luckily there was only one stall so it wasn't like anyone would barge in on him or yell at him for being too loud.

He slowly sets the phone down on the sink and moves to turn the water on, his movements were slow as if he didn't know if he wanted to turn the handle. In all honesty, he didn't want to, he didn't want to hear the noise of it right now, but looking in the mirror at his face he knew he needed to do it. His eyeliner had smeared and his mascara had dripped down to his cheeks and with how much he's rubbed them it was smugged in more places than one on his face.

"It's alright, look I'll tell you a trick that helps me. Paper towels. Get them as wet as you can and then turn the water off when it's as full as it can be, that way the water isn't on for that long and the struggle of everything isn't as bad as it would be!" Remus says cheerfully. Roman could hear the car door close and the engine start. "Want me to pick up Dee? I doubt he'd mind if so!"

He'd never be more relived for Remus to get behind the wheel, and the thought of Dee being there sounded beyond amazing, but it was always just a little too loud with all three of them in the car."No! Just you is enough, hurry up, would you? All the lights are hurting my head, I'll meet you out front"

"I'm also bringing you some pyjamas so that you don't freeze to death tonight. Love you, I'll see you soon" Remus says quickly before hanging up the phone. He had said it so many times in the past, the simple phrase 'I love you' although, it sounded a bit more affectionate today, Roman didn't question it.

After 10 minutes of scrubbing his face raw to get the makeup off he finally got a text from Remus alerting that he was outside. With that Roman practically runs out and to the car and quickly gets the passengers seat and groans as the somewhat to warm hits him, he gently sings into the seat not even putting his seatbelt on. He looks at the roof with a somber expression, it wasn't a good look on him at all.

"That bad huh?"Remus asks handing Roman MacDonald's bag and a normal Walmart bag "I picked you up a cheeseburger and a small fry, would've picked up a happy meal but I didn't know if you would've wanted that. Plus I know damn well you didn't eat anything today, don't play dumb with me. You also got some fuzzy bottoms and a paw-patrol shirt because I couldn't find the normal clothes, Hope that's alright." Remus started driving as Roman dug into his food. The other twin was right, after all, he hadn't had anything all day because of his nerves.

"Yeah it's all right, my guy," Roman says with a big bite of food in his mouth, a smile was now playing at the corners of his lips now instead of a frown. He then changed his shirt, not even carrying if people could see him do it. He wasn't a particularly interesting site to see after all, the only intresting part would be a scar over his heart from a surgery a few years back.

.

"Don't talk with your mouth full. Not polite" Remus says with a breathy laugh as he continued to drive, he was driving to the beach because he knew that was Roman's favorite place, most definitely at night. He just wanted to see the other happy again .

Roman rests his head on the window as the streetlights, and the city in general, fade into a bleak nothingness. He was used to it, he and Remus drove this same route nearly every night. Not under the same circumstances, of course, just on the nights Roman couldn't sleep or if Remus dragged him out of another midnight adventure. Tonight, after the prom fiasco, had the same calming air to it as all of the other times did. Roman sat up slightly, still making sure to slouch just enough to not touch the top of the seat so that he was still comfortable.

The music from the radio was soft enough to make the car seem a little bit alive. The twins' silence was never an awkward one it was, more often than not, a comfortable one. This didn't mean they enjoyed it though. It was Remus who broke the silence, it typically was, and smiled over at him. It was awkward seeing as the "elder" had sharpened his canines to a vampire-ish point on summer and now continues to do it anytime it somewhat goes dull. Roman did the same thing, although, he was too much of a wuss to do it for more than that summer so his teeth had dulled a lot in that area.

"I'm not going to ask you again Ro, what flavour milkshake do you want?" Remus questions as he pulls into a Rallys parking lot, not wanting to go to the drive-through without knowing the full order "If you same say some shit like vanilla I'm going to leave you in this parking lot."

"Jokes of you, I hate Vanilla milkshakes. Banana and can you ask for extra whipped cream" Roman says laughing softly and sits up completely before crossing his legs. He felt better now, and with the promise of something sweet his entire mood changed even more. "And I'll give you ten bucks when you get home if you get me a thing of funnel fries, like a small thing, not even a medium"

"I'll get you a medium shake and a small thing of those fries," Remus says with fake disgust, in all honesty, hed most likely steal a few of Roman's "How can you even eat those things? Think of all of the parasites that are in that dough"

"This is coming from the guy who drank the pond water from my science project!" Roman says with a smug smile. a few years ago Remus, as a dare, drank an entire jar of muddy pond water leaving him in the hospital for a month with several bacterial infections and nearly died. Roman was lucky Remus found it funny or hed most likely would have gotten slapped.

"Ugh- don't remind me, I'm still trying to pay off all of those hospital bills!" Remus groans sadly before pulling into the drive-through line before quickly saying his order and playing and getting his change back, he then got the food just as fast because it had been only them and it seemed pretty much deserted at the time. He quickly drove off mumbling something about how the workers seemed mean and he should go back and give them a piece of his mind.

"Ah shut up and give me my food," Roman says and practically snatches the bag from Remus' lap with a small smile and keeps it on his side. He wasn't being mean it was more of a playful/teasing type if anything. He was rarely mean to his brother but when he was it was for typically good reason, or he just wanted to be a nuisance. "None for you!"

"Little shit!" Remus says laughing fondly before reaching over and stealing one of the fries and plopping it in his mouth before taking a sip of his milkshake "Before everything, want to go home or do you just want to ride around? We don't have anything big planned so it's not like we have to even wake up early. I was going to bring us to the beach but I'm pretty sure we'd get chased off by those snobby rich guys again." "Want to risk it to see if they do?"

"Nah, knowing them they'd press charges or some shit trespassing and I don't feel like getting arrested tonight"

"You're no fun anymore!" Roman wines

"Finnnnneee We'll go later when there's no chance of us getting caught! That better Little prince?"

"Hell yes! now come on start driving faster!" Roman says with a grin looking over at Remus before turning up the radio and practically bouncing in his seat. He had heard that nickname so many times it might as well had been his name, it was a reference to one of his favourite story as a kid and even to this day "Our song!" Roman quickly rolled down the window and started tosing scream the lyrics to "tongue-tied by Grouplove" it was rarely played on the radio but when it did Roman made sure to sing it.

It had a good summer and over the top entry they could both get behind

"Let me guess, you want me to sing along with you?" Remus says laughing softly before rolling down his window as well as the other two windows. If the two of them were going to be loud they were going to be so loud that the entire neighbourhood they had been driving through was going to have to file a noise complaint on a random beat-up car that drove through the neighbourhood. and started screaming the lyrics. "Take me to your best friends house! Loved you then and I loved you AND I LOVED YOU NOW!" They both sung that part ith all of their heart, Roman was playing the air guitar and Remus jamming out while thumping on the wheel as he drove. The car was filled with the two Teens laughing their asses off as the music practically blasted as they screamed and laughed just as hard. For a moment they forgot about everything that ever happened to them as they jammed out.

Everything was perfect in that time and space.

Eventually, everything calmed down and Roman yawned and leaned back looking at the ceiling closing his eyes slightly and took a sip from his now melted Milkshake. "This was fun Re-"

"Really? I think it was the best experience we will ever have in this plane of existence."Remus says pulling into the driveway and parked the car, they didn't go to the beach seeing how late it had gotten and both had started to get overly drowsy "And yeah, it was fun for me as well. Want me to carry you or are your legs good enough?"

"Carry me" Roman whispers tiredly and making grippy hands in Remus' direction "Please?"

Remus took the keys out and got out of the car before walking over to Roman's side and helps them out and picks them up bridal style."You good?"

"Always am Rem, now hurry up before I spit in your face for moving to slow. "

"Oh you know I love it when you spit on me"

"Ugh! Shut up and get a move on, would you!"

Remus laughs as he walks into the house, it was unlocked because Remus kept losing the front door key, and then walks to Roman's room and flops them on the bed. "You going to sleep or want me to keep the light on? I'll most likely not come back for a few minutes because I have to go fix up the car," he asks walking over to the light switch. They shared a room because Neither Remus nor Roman had the strength to clean out, or sleep, in their parents' old room after they died despite it being years ago.

"Off, yeah off," Roman says softly nuzzling into the blanket cocoon he already managed to get himself into. His mind was practically mush at this point so he didn't feel like talking

"Goodnight sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite," Remus says turning the lights off fully.

Roman snorts "Goodnight Rem! Don't let them bite you either!"

Remus fondly rolls his eyes and playfully blows a kiss and closes the door and sighing softly as he hears the tiny click. He slowly walks back to the car to get all of the stuff and runs back inside and puts the stuff into the tiny kitchen before going to the room flopping down on his bed and looks over at Roman who seemed to be peacefully sleeping. He smiled and wrapped himself in his own blankets before finally falling asleep.