#they are beautiful and I will fight God for them

[seokminfilm]

only yours ── choi seungcheol

🤍 pairing, choi seungcheol x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, short, fluff, a little bit of angst, secret relationship, jealous seungcheol, seungcheol lowkey has an attitude, mingyu is mentioned to be a flirt, kissing, confession, seungcheol calls reader darling/angel

🤍 summary, in which seungcheol wants to know that you're only his.

🤍 author's note, hi guys *walks back into posting like i haven't been missing for ages* guess who's back! saw these coups pics and legitimately almost exploded into pieces of colorful confetti cause he's so fine 🧍knew i had to write something w these pics (PLUS lyrnation seems to LOVE my seungcheol fics for some reason) 🤷 i hope you all enjoy it, and thank you so much for 500 followers!! halfway there to 1k wtf???

🤍 now playing, xo (only if you say yes) (enhypen)

🤍 word count, 689 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

"wait—what if someone sees?"

you pull away from seungcheol hurriedly, cheeks still warm with blush as seungcheol cradles your chin with his hands. he's searching your eyes, too focused on what was happening before even saying anything. the two of you had retreated to the car after mingyu had to say goodbye.

("retreated to the car" basically meaning that seungcheol had pulled you out of there as soon after mingyu said he had to go.)

"let them see, darling. i can't wait anymore." seungcheol pouts, and you don't even try to fight him, letting him bring his lips back to yours as he sighs dreamily under you.

it had been a long day for seungcheol—the two of you had decided to hang out with mingyu since his plans with everyone else were canceled last minute, and mingyu had flirted with you the whole time, unknowingly upsetting seungcheol in the process.

seungcheol knew that you loved him and were his girlfriend, but seeing mingyu attempt cheezy pickup lines and buy you lunch made seungcheol see red.

and, what made it even worse, was that you didn't even seem to notice that mingyu was flirting with you, going along with his acts of kindness without a second thought.

"seungcheol—" you pause, sentence swallowed by another one of seungcheol's warm kisses against your lips. "seungcheol, wait."

"what?" seungcheol's voice is nearly a growl now, and you put a hand on his chest, softly pushing him away as you pause to catch your breath.

seungcheol waits patiently, dark eyes glued to your figure as the setting sun lights up your back in a halo of light. you look beautiful in this moment—so beautiful seungcheol just wants to kiss you even more.

"did i do something? why are you acting like this?" you ask innocently, and seungcheol lets his head fall against the chair, letting out a pained sigh as he runs a hand through his dark hair. his thick eyebrows crease together, pouty lips pressed together as he glares at you.

"cheol, use your words, oh my god." you sigh exasperatedly, and seungcheol rolls his eyes, cheeks heating up as he crosses his arms.

"mingyu was flirting with you, and it was pissing me off. hell, it still is pissing me off, angel." seungcheol's voice is low, embarrassed, and you stare at him with confusion painted all over your face as you repeat his words. "mingyu? flirting with me?"

"yes, he was flirting with you. did you hear all the stupid pick-up lines he was using on you? the asshole even paid for your fucking lunch. that's my job." seungcheol argues, and your eyes widen, face flushing.

"i just thought he was being nice." you mumble embarrassed, and seungcheol rolls his eyes, slamming them shut as he mumbles. "of course you did, angel. you think everyone's nice."

the two of you fall silent, cheeks flushed for different reasons. you sit quietly, stunned that seungcheol had reacted to mingyu's flirting in such a way. seungcheol, on the other hand, was flushed because of anger. mingyu had his time to steal you away today, and you unknowingly let him.

"oh. i'm sorry." you whisper, and seungcheol shakes his head, looking at you as he takes your hands in his.

"no, don't be sorry, darling. if anything, i should be apologizing because of how i reacted. i—" seungcheol pauses, taking a sharp inhale as he shrugs, jean jacket ruffling with his movements. "it made me so angry, seeing mingyu flirt with you like that. i never wanted to have the world to know you were mine more than in that moment.

you lock eyes with seungcheol, studying the strong slope of his nose and the plumpness of his lips. his thick eyebrows are unfurrowed now, resting against his face calmly as he gives you a small smile.

"you're mine though, right? not mingyu's?" seungcheol asks softly, and you nod, laughing as seungcheol leans over. his face is now just a few centimeters from yours, and he tucks your hair behind your ear, staring into your eyes as you answer.

"yours, cheol. only yours."

[lavandulawrites]

Astralis Desires

Chapter 3: Through His Eyes

Various HSR men x reader

It was rather fun writing the different POV’S. I can’t wait to share more chapters with y’all!

Chapter 1, chapter 2

Synopsis: Two Yanderes have already fallen head over heels for you.

Masterlist

Warnings: yandere, written in the POV of Dan Heng and Welt, Dan Heng is a simp

Word count: 1939

Dan Heng’s POV

Dan Heng had never been in love. He had found actresses, models and women he had met through his travels pretty, but he had never developed feelings for any of them. The idea of love was foreign and something he only allowed himself to think about when he dreamt about a faceless woman at night. He had been lonely since he crawled out of his egg and realised the world still hadn’t forgiven his past self misdeeds. When he had joined the Express Crew, he had gotten friends for the first time, but his loneliness still lingered like a dark shadow. It had him awake at night and it followed him whenever he went.

Dan Heng had read a fair amount of romance novels and mangas in secret and he was filled with longing. He wanted someone special in his life. Someone he could protect and love. He needed someone who could feel the void in his heart.

When he saw you almost gotten torn apart from a beast, he had flung his spear as hard as he could through the creature’s head. His frozen heart had finally started beating and the world colours finally became visible. A unfamiliar feeling filled his chest and overflowed his senses. His icy blue eyes followed your every movement and it felt as if he was going to die if he looked away from you. You were so beautiful it hurt.

“Are you alright?!” March rushed to your side and gave you a quick look over. He swore to himself that if you were hurt, if even so much as a tiny hair on your head had gotten damaged, he would hunt down every single one of the Antimatter Legion’s pets and kill them with his bare hands.

You nodded. “I’m fine” you forced a grateful smile “Thank you for saving me.”

Your voice was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard and he found himself wanting more.

“Oh, don’t thank me! It’s Dan Heng you should thank!” she gestured towards the black haired man. Dan Heng could only stare at you has his heart hammered against his ribs.

“Thank you, Dan Heng. I really owe you one” you said with earnest. God, he was going to die. Your lips uttering his name was the greatest blessing he had ever experienced and he found himself puzzled by his uncharacteristic behaviour.

He nodded with a short movement. “You’re welcome. I only did my job” he tried his best to give a nonchalant response, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“We should get moving!” March waved her hand at you to follow.

You gave them your name and Dan Heng couldn’t help but repeat your name in a mantra. Your name sounded like that of a goddess. One the way to safety, you encountered Arlan. He had gotten injured while fighting the monsters. Every time the boy talked to you, an icy anger formed inside Dan Heng and ran through his veins like poison. His draconic instinct to protect was loud as it tried to take over his mind.

The group of five stopped by a a control room in order to check the surveillance footage. As Dan Heng got past the firewall, he noticed a digital trace of an unwelcome guest. Someone had hacked the system an hour before. The researchers really should upgrade their security. It must have been the Stellaron Hunter that went by the name Silverwolf, he thought to himself. Worry crept over him at the thought of that guy. Surely he wouldn’t be at the space station? It wasn’t his style after all…

“Oh, I forgot to ask you [Name]. Did you see anything suspicious before we came and rescued you?” March asked you. He stilled his movements so he could hear your response.

“I did actually. I met a tall woman with dark pink hair. She was telling me to not get in her way.”

Kafka. Shit. “Sounds like a Stellaron Hunter” Dan Heng said as he resumed his typing.

“A Stellaron Hunter…” your voice was filled with concern.

“Sounds like you saw Kafka. So did Caelus” March replied.

The chair Dan Heng sat on suddenly scraped against the floor in a fast motion. His eyes found yours in a blink of an eye and he wanted to drown in them. “She didn’t do anything to you, right? She didn’t hurt you?” his voice was low as he tried suppress his anger. If the Hunter had harmed you, he would personally make sure she was arrested as soon as possible and punished for her sins.

You instantly shook your head. “No, she didn’t. She left as fast as she came.”

He could feel March eyes on him. He turned to her and was met with a small smirk. He abruptly turned back to the computer.

The sound of feet drumming against the makeshift bridge filled his ears as he ran towards the lift. A cloud of dark mist clouded his vision and a group of monsters appeared through it. The biggest of them reared like a horse and sat its sight in you. You froze beside Dan Heng as the monster lunged for you. Dan Heng’s body was quicker than his mind as he pulled you back by your collar, causing you to lose your footing. His spear blocked the arrow that was sent your way and saved you from your doom. His arms wrapped around you as they prevented your fall. They pulled you closer like a hungry boa and he allowed his nose to be filled with your lovely scent.

“Are you alright?” Dan Heng whispered against your ear. His usually stoic voice was breathy and brimming with a thick mixture of emotions. He could feel your heart beating against his arms. How adorable.

You nodded, your ears bright red. “Yeah, thank you” you whispered back.

He gazed at you for a second, one that felt as it stretched out for eternity, before he snapped back to the monsters.

A mechanical bussing shot down as a drone with razor-like propellers slashed through the beasts. Green blood splattered across the bridge and onto your face. In a blink of an eye he had dragged you across the bridge and into the elevator. As everyone mad e it inside you clutched your stomach. Your skin was pale and your forehead sweaty.

Caelus looked at you with a concerned expression. “Are you good? You look pal-“

He got interrupted by the sound of you spilling out all your lunch on the floor. You mumbled a “I’m so sorry” as you wiped your mouth. Dan Heng wanted to reach out and stroke your back in a comforting manner, but decided against it.

“Never mind hehe…” Caelus scratched neck awkwardly.

March rushed to your side and handed you a mint. “Thanks” you muttered weakly.

The group met up with Himeko and they introduced you and Caelus to her. Dan Heng could tell that she had taken a liking to you and the fact made him happy. As he and the others talked with Asta, he made sure to keep you as close to him as possible. Hopefully you had realised how dangerous the world could be. The good thing was that he could protect you from it, if you let him.

March and Caelus left to talk to the researchers while Dan Zheng and you remained. Himeko and Asta were busy talking to evacuate other’s and left you and him to your own devices you had taken a seat at a Ben h and were twiddling your thumbs as you waited. The action was cute. He had been staring at you for multiple minutes, it he did not care.

“So… Have you guys had any similar experiences?” you broke the silence.

His eyes lit up for a millisecond, before he composed himself. “Yes. Though every journey is different” his word may be few, but his voice was soft.

You nodded “I can imagine. Must be both exciting and scary.”

“Perhaps, though you get used to it” he shrugged. He was silent for a few seconds before he spoke up. “Are you alright? No injuries or something? Even if they’re small you should tell me” a slash of worry distorted his features. If everything were to happen to you he did not know what he might do.

“Im alright” you shook your head. As if you had noticed his raised brow, you added: “No really. I’m fine.”

He left it at that and adverted his gaze to the rest of the space station. Relief flooded his senses and he let out a breath he didn’t know he had held. He decided to ask Himeko if you could join the Express over text. It was obvious to everyone that you weren’t happy working at the space station. If you became a Crew member, he wove able to keep a close eye on you. No harm would ever fall upon you.

Welt Yang’s POV

Welt had lived a long life. He had a lot of different experiences in various areas. He had had a few girlfriends throughout the years and he had loved them. Though he had craved a different type of love, a love that was deep er and more raw. That was not something they could provide to him. He knew love was something that would happen when one least expected it, but he couldn’t help but fantasise about it like a teenager would. It was almost embarrassing how he would longingly look at couples when he was out and about.

When he first saw you hiding behind a vending machine as he neutralised Caelus’s power, a warm fuzzy feeling bloomed in his chest and he knew then and there that he had to make you his.

Welt was standing beside the Express when you and Dan Heng found him. His face lot up at the sight of you and he smiled. “I’m Welt Yang. It’s nice to meet you” he reached out his hand.

“I’m [Name]. It’s nice to met you as well” you shook his hand. Your hand was soft and small compared to his big hand. He didn’t want to let go, but it would be rude to hold your hand any longer.

“I have spoken with Himeko and she invited you to stay on the Express. If you want to, naturally” Dan Heng had asked Himeko if you could stay on the Express, but that was a detail you didn’t need to know. He glanced at Dan Heng as the black haired man nodded in gratitude.

Your eyes widened at his words. “Oh wow.. I hadn’t expected that. Well- I would need to resign from my job and all that. And I would need to bring my stuff- if that’s okay of course” you rambled.

Welt bit his tongue in order to silence his laugh. Your rambling was rather cute. “We can help you” he suggested.

“I would appreciate that” you smiled and his heart skipped a beat. You were like a burning star that brightened up his life.

“Alright, then. I would like to join the Express” you said determined after a short while of silence.

Welt looked at Dan Heng as the two men seemed to come to a silent understanding. From a Yandere to another, it was easy for them to see th effect you had on them. Welt had never imagined to share a Darling, but he didn’t mind sharing you with Dan Heng. Two Yanderes made the chance of any harm happening to you smaller.

[flwrkid14]

Ok, you did amazing with the addams family au. Now is it possible to have the batfamily and/or the justice league react to them? Sorry for asking immediately after the last one. Please take your time and no pressure.

tysm anon!! i hope this lives up to ur expectations ! <3

The first time Bruce meets them, he almost doesn't knock.

He stands on the doorstep of the old manor, surrounded by creeping vines and statues that seem to blink when you’re not looking. There’s fog rolling in across the garden, and somewhere deep in the house, something howls.

He’s faced gods. Aliens. The end of the world—twice. But this? This is different.

Because when the door opens, Tim is standing there. Serene. Dressed in black silk and silver rings, with his hair pinned back like a prince preparing for war. He smiles like secrets. He speaks in low tones, carefully enunciated, like every syllable is chosen.

Danny’s behind him, radiant and grinning and barefoot. There's moonlight in his hair and shadow under his nails. He looks like a wish granted wrong and made beautiful anyway. His arm curls around Tim’s waist without thought, possessive and devoted in equal measure.

"Welcome," Tim says. "Please, come in. The house is very excited to meet you."

And that’s not a metaphor. The house creaks in greeting.

---

The children are... something else.

Bart phases in and out of rooms muttering to ghosts only he can hear. Cassie and Anita speak to each other in tongues no one else knows. Kon and Dani keep dueling with enchanted broadswords.

They leave offerings on the windowsills before bed. No one quite knows for who or what. They duel for fun. Their bedtime stories are legends of ancient monsters with names no one else can pronounce. Their laughter sometimes echoes for too long.

“They’re harmless,” Tim says pleasantly, as Dani levitates three feet off the floor, eyes glowing.

Bruce, halfway to calling Zatanna, just nods tightly.

---

The batfamily handles it exactly how you'd expect.

Dick brings muffins and accidentally participates in a blood pact. Jason keeps joking about it—until he finds himself buried up to his neck in rich soil while Dani solemnly explains “we’re helping your roots, Uncle Jason.” Steph loves the vibes. Duke is side-eyeing the ghost in the hallway mirror that only he can see. Cass takes one look at the kids and says, “They fight well,” like it’s the highest compliment.

Damian disappears for two days and returns with a pet spider the size of a basketball and a cryptic smile.

Alfred and Danny become fast friends. They discuss herbal tonics, rare poisons, and long-lost techniques of preservation. “You steep your mandrake root first?” “Only if I want them to remember the dream.”

---

When the Justice League visits, things escalate.

Clark walks in and instantly gets hugged by a disembodied hand. Diana is enchanted. She’s utterly delighted by Tim’s gothic elegance and Danny's over-the-top adoration. She brings a cursed sword as a hostess gift. They keep it in the foyer.

J’onn enjoys the vibes. He sits with Cassie and Bart as they summon something from the other realm. J’onn helps. They succeed. Nobody talks about it afterward.

Hal is terrified. He doesn’t know why. He won’t go near the punch. Barry trips over a summoning circle and ends up in a mirror dimension for twelve minutes. No one is concerned.

---

It feels like an odd arrangement.

And yet.

No one can deny how much Tim smiles now. How still his hands are when Danny touches them. How soft his voice goes when he says, “They’re our children.”

The house may creak. The shadows may whisper. The candles may flicker without wind.

But it’s warm here.

Safe. Loved. A little terrifying.

Very them.

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

summary : the forgotten wayne child realizes why she's so forgotten.

Dark trees lined the horizon , their luscious leaves obscure the sight of the steady rising sun in the distance . You stand by yourself alone , eyes drooping ever so slightly as you your hands steadily move across the canvas before you.

You feel so lost - maybe because you are - lost and scared as your hands slightly trembled - the grip on your paint brush loosening. The paintbrush looks dull at first - just a sleek white wood, but the bristles were of the finest quality, of course - any gift from Damian Wayne would be .

You vividly recall the morning he had shoved a small rectangular box in your hands - face holds a small scowl . You recall opening it and was met with the paintbrush.

"Damian, you didn't have to," you murmur slightly as your hands glided across the smooth wood with utter care. Damian looks at you impassivly, " I made it , carved the wood and thined out the brush myself - I just happened to think of you that's all " he says before turning around and disappeared behind the halls.

You held your tongue - Damian was never expressive, but he tried - tried more than anyone else had in your life to care for you . That morning, you sat the box on your desk and swore to use it on a good painting.

It's been a couple of years since that swore, and now , you find yourself finally using it. You sat up straight in your wooden stool , one hand glides across the French canvas before you , it stands proudly upon the Korean easle- the wood was sourced from the finest wood the could offer.

Your left hand props up the Japanese paints in a wooden palette , around the rim sits the purest shade of white , a molten golden yellow, little dabs of sea blue , rosey pink and earthy browns .

Your hands seize as you stop , you gently rest the paint brush onto the rim of the easle as you look at your painting. It looks beautiful to the eye- how could it not?

The woman before her has beautiful golden hair - hear that shines so brightly it could rival the sun - her face , ethereally so smooth its as if God personally carved her out the finest poreclin.

Her stunning blue eyes state right back at her- captivating - so dazzling, in fact that a mere glance at it can overthrow any captain off course.

You stare back at her but can't help but find fault in it - in the faintest corner of her collar bone, you mark a single lone bristle that stuck on with the paint . Your jaw tightens, but it doesn't match the way you clutch onto the paintbrush in fury as your eyes peek the faint outline of the littlest pink escaping the outline of her beautiful dress.

Anger boils in you, and suddenly, the girl stating back at you suddenly looks imperfect - she looks uglier now that you've seen her flaws, and suddenly, this is deeper than just some stupid painting.

You glance at the canvas once more - it's your reflection stating right back and suddenly you feel your lungs constrict on itself - denying your body of any more oxygen.

Your reflection looks so hideous- why must there be so many acne scars ? Why must your nose look so distorted ? Why is it that one eye slightly looks bigger than the other? Why is it that you aren't perfect ?

You felt tears stream down your face - body still as it a war enrages within you . You fight the urge to reach out to your reflection and tear apart your body - to rearrange it , to mold it into something better , something perfect.

Why can't you be perfect ? Why must you look like this ? Is this a cruel mockery bestowed upon you ? Your mind traces back through all your memories - memories of watching Cassandra , Stephanie, and Barbra putting in makeup one night for some gala - your sister look so happy with one another as they carefully smack their lipsticks together - their reflection looked unreal- too beautiful for the eye to comprehend.

Bruce had invited them - not you but them and a few other of your brothers . You feel bile rising in your throat as the memory replays before you - why hadn't Father asked you ? Does he know how much you wish to go to a gala?

To live every girl's dream of dressing up and dancing under the prettiest lights with a handsome boy ? What a naive thought- a truly naive thought as your memory flashes to you running back into your own room .

Your sobs echo through the room as you desperately slap makeup onto yourself - a pathetic attempt to look beautiful. You memory zooms in on your past self finally looking into your old mirror - the reflection is utter repulsive - a literal pig stands before you , makeup smeared.

You choked as you blinked away , staring back at the canvas - again, the beautiful woman's portrait morphs into one of a pig with makeup smeared on . You let out a scream - shoving the portrait back, causing it to collide with the wet grass , mud trickles onto it , covering the portraits beautiful face.

You covered your face with your hands desperately as you began sobbing hard- is this what it's come to ? You being so ugly , so imperfect that it's the reason why no one in this God forsaken family loves you ?

Why you're so utterly replaceable because your surrounded by beautiful and talented people . Why Bruce always introduces Cassandra so proudly as his daughter because she's so utterly beautiful and graceful unlike you.

Why Dick and Tim snares at you whenever you're in the same vicinity . Why Alfred always shoots you a pitiful look whenever Jason and yourself quarrel - always saying "he's younger than you and had a hard life you have to foguve him" .

Us this why your mother unceremoniously dumped you 9n a cold winter night at the Wayne's manor , nothing to your name , just a simple rag that covered you?

You feel your body tremble manically - not even your own flesh wants you - just simply wants to reject your entire being . You feel yourself collapsed onto the muddy floor - maybe this is where you belong- a pig is always found in the mud - counting down the days till it meets the demise of a blade.

Maybe that's what's happening - your body is just waiting for you to die, so a better person can host it. You throw up bile upon yourself - you look even more pathetic- you look like a mess - an unwanted mess that everyone purposely walks pass because it's utterly too much .

You hiccuped again when you hear the mansions backdoor slide open.

"Name just what do you think you're doing ?"

thank you for reading !!

[seokmn]

︵⠀IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT ⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── when the anger speaks louder and you forget that words can cut like a knife, you need to reassure the broken person that your heart is still full of them and to promise to be better.

pairing: sungho x gn!reader wc: 1.1k words warnings: mentions of alcohol

ᯓ★ “and i said i wouldn’t call, but i’m a little drunk and i need you now”

Letting out your anger and saying things you don’t really mean to in the middle of a fight is not right, but it’s also not a sin. Sometimes you don’t even notice that the words came out until you see the person’s reaction.

That’s why you and Sungho were always careful about the choice of words when you were fighting, but this time the argument was too intense, too hurtful. Things came out of your lips that you wish they didn’t, the three cursed words included. I hate you.

God, you would do anything to get back in time and never say the things that you said to Sungho. You wanted him to feel hurt as much as you were feeling, but at what cost? The look on his face as he heard you was slowly turning into an extremely hurt expression. It felt like you were watching you break his heart in a matter of seconds.

He didn’t even fight back, he just turned around and left without any excuses or explanations. You couldn’t say he was wrong for doing that, you would’ve probably done the same thing as him.

When the anger subsided, you found yourself at a bar, drinking to forget your mistakes and sorrows. You knew that you should go after Sungho and apologize, tell him how much you love him and promise that you’ll do your best to never repeat that same mistake again. But you didn’t have the courage to do so.

After a couple bottles of soju, the alcohol had intoxicated you already as you found yourself all alone and remembering all the sweet moments you had with him. How you first met him, all those serenades, the nights full of laughter or full of passion, the times when he kissed and praised your insecurities and showed you how much he loves you and finds you perfect, all the promises of a beautiful and nurturing future together.

Tears started to fall from your eyes abruptly as you mumbled his name and felt your heart ache. You needed to apologize to him, to show him that you could never hate him, that your heart was so full of him that it couldn't even be called yours anymore.

Your fingers tapped the phone’s screen as you dialed his number like the act of calling his number became such an habit that it’s now a part of your autopilot mode. Once he picked up, your phone was already glued to your ear.

“Sungho? Love…?” The pet name came out hesitantly, as if you were scared of saying it.

There was a brief silence before you finally heard the voice that you were dying to hear the entire night. “I’m here.” You let out a shaky sigh when he spoke up, sobering up when you took note of his tired and teary tone.

“I… I need you, Sungho,” you inhaled, trying to take a deep breath, even with your nostrils clogged from crying so much. “I need you here with me. I think I drank a little too much and I really wish you were here… I’m sorry for what I said earlier, I didn’t mean any of that,” you let out a sob and looked around the bar, trying to find him even though you knew he wasn’t there. “You know I love you more than anything in this world.”

“Are you at the bar near your place?”

“Yes…”

“Don’t move, I’m on my way.”

After a few minutes of staring at the bar’s door that seemed like hours, you saw the door opening for the 10th time, but this time it was Sungho who was entering the bar. He looked around and when his eyes landed on your face, you could see his expression softening.

“Sungho…” You mumbled and smiled when you saw him walking towards you. His hand found your cheek as he lifted your face and studied it, making sure that you weren’t too drunk. You looked up at him and leaned into his touch. “You came.”

He sighed and took a seat next to you before asking for the bartender a cup of water. “You called.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, I’m not mad at you.” He kept his eye on the bartender, watching him fill up a glass of water and place it on the counter right in front of you.

You frowned. “You should be, I hurt you, I said things I shouldn’t have.”

“I’m not mad,” he looked at you. “I’m upset, Y/N. It’s not easy to hear your partner that you love so much telling you that they hate you and a lot more shit.”

“I know,” you bit your lower lip in order to not cry. “And I know that what I did was wrong, but I didn’t mean any of that. I was hurt and wanted to hurt you as well. I’m so sorry, Sungho.” You took his hand and held it like you were holding the most precious diamond in your hands. “You are my everything and I shouldn’t have said all those things. In the heat of the moment I broke your heart — something I promised myself I would never do. I can’t take what I said back, but I can prove to you that I don’t think any of that and that that shit will never happen again. Please, can you forgive me?”

Sungho took a deep breath and wiped away your tears with a gentle touch, his thumb caressing the skin under your eyes. His lips turned into a little smile that warmed up your heart. “Ah, Y/N…” He pressed his lips against your forehead for a moment and leaned back looking into your eyes. “What should I do to you, hm?”

Sungho chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled at him, your body felt light and you felt funny, and you didn’t know if it was because of your boyfriend or because of the alcohol.

“We make mistakes, it’s what makes us humans. But don’t do that to me again, my heart won’t take it. I thought I would die when you told me those things.”

You nodded repeatedly. “I promise you I will never do that again. I love you way too much and it hurts me to know that I upset you.”

Sungho pressed his lips against your forehead once again before letting you rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re still drunk, aren’t you?”

“No. Maybe,” you giggled. “Just a little bit.”

“Gonna let you rest for a moment before I take you home, okay? Gonna take care of the love of my life. But once you’re sober, you give me the best princess treatment ever because I deserve it.”

You chuckled and gave him a quick peck on his neck. “Got it, Sungho, my special princess.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Sungho, more than you can imagine.

[hwangjoanna]

'Red Light, Green Light.'

SKZ Squid Game AU

Hyunjin X Reader

Enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers

Dom/Hyunjin, Sub/Reader

Possessive & jealous Hyunjin

Hyunjin, Seungmin & Minho are all mean (sorry)

Felix and Jisung Besties (Soft boys)

A/N - Hope you enjoy this chapter! We can finally find out what happened to Hyunjin 🫶🏻 the tag list is open feel free to ask to get added!

Warnings - 18+ mdni. Mentions of anxiety, abusive behaviour from guards, violence, mentions of injuries, Hyunjin being sweet, angst, sexual tension, sexual connotations, vomiting, mass deaths, mentions of fear of heights.

Word Count - 4,035

Chapter 6 -> Here.

Chapter 7

Y/N POV

He fell onto the edge, half of his body dangling lifelessly off the side and the other gripping with all his strength. His palms were sweaty and slipping on the platform, his legs bent and locked hugging the edge.

Minho and Seungmin start pulling at the back of the rope, the jolt brings you back to reality. It causes Hyunjin to lose his balance and slip further off the lip of the platform. You had to be quick before the guards announced you had lost, the marker in the middle of the rope drifted closer to the opposing team.

“STOP!” You shouted back to the boys behind you. They paused for a moment, all of their faces a mix of confusion. Brows furrowed and sweat beading from their foreheads.

“I need you to just hold the rope still,” you continued. “I need to take my hands off it for a moment.” You tried to remain calm as you spoke. The rope moved away from you slowly as the group on the other platform began to tire.

Felix was looking at you like he was scared you’d disappear right in front of him, Jisung wasn’t faring any better with tears streaming down his face. Minho and Seungmin were stoic as ever but the fear in their eyes betrayed them as Minho twisted the rope into his fist to keep his grip firm.

You nodded to them and took your hands off the rope stumbling slightly as you did so. With quick hands, you untied your teal hoodie from where it sat on your waist. You held onto one arm and flung it towards Hyunjin, he still had a fire in his eyes, he would never go down without a fight. In your short time knowing him that you were sure of.

He went to grab the other arm that was centimetres away from his hand but he lost his grip slightly and slipped further off the edge.

“Hyunjin,” you said, bringing his focus to you.

He looked up at you with a pained expression.

“Please.” You mirrored his plea from before the challenge began.

It was as if the sound of your voice ignited an even bigger fire in him. He used the strength in his thigh that was wrapped around the platform to climb higher. Groaning as he did so, his sweat drenching his beautiful face.

He swung his hand up to your sleeve and grabbed it in a death grip. You thanked god mentally for blessing him with such long limbs.

With that, you pulled with all your might screaming in the process. “PULL NOW!” The men behind you leaned back with everything they had. Hyunjin scaled up the platform as the group pulled him back to his feet. You both abandoned your numbered hoodie on the floor and began to lean back on your heels.

The team on the other platform’s strength began to waver. Fear taking over their features. As the rope started to pull to your side you started to step back one excruciating step at a time. You were so tired and yet the hope that Hyunjin had given you by getting back up reignited your energy. The boys behind you hissed and grunted as they continued their path back towards the elevator.

One member of the other team tripped and fell. Felix noticed and screamed his command, “NOW PULL, PULL, PULL!” His deep voice powers you up for one final push.

All six of you grabbed on tighter, palms burning. As the opposing group started to move to the edge of their platform. Guilt, fear and determination swam in your gut, mixing in a revolting concoction but you couldn’t allow it to take over you.

One by one you couldn’t help but countdown the bodies as they fell, screams piercing through your ringing ears. The sight alone haunts you as you watch them drop. You all fell onto your arses spent, as your senses flooded back to you.

Time became a blur for a moment as you all lay there panting and wheezing. Your sweat glistens on your skin. You held your hand up to your eyes, they were red and raw, adorned with fiction burns that had broken the skin. That’s when you allowed your emotions to take you. You began to laugh and cry simultaneously. You were so lucky to be alive but it didn’t bring you any peace. You had practically killed six people, it was your hands that had dragged them to their deaths. The guilt crippled you as you saw a magenta shape enter your blurred vision.

“Get up and head back to the main room.” He stated in a cruel voice as he untied you from the fierce grip on the rope. You flexed your hand as the blood flooded back to your fingers. The pins and needles barely affected you as your palms felt like flames had smothered them.

Felix appeared behind you scooping his arms under yours to pull you up as you both avoided using your hands.

You all walked silently towards the elevator. The weight of the game pressing down on you. You sniffed and wiped your tears away. You kept your stare on the ground, you couldn’t look at anyone right now and you certainly couldn’t bring your gaze to the blooded and crippled bodies littered on the floor.

When you arrived back at the main room you made your way hastily to the girl's bathroom, you needed some air and time alone.

You quickly ran into the stall and puked into the toilet bowl. The acidity burning your throat but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Your whole body felt weak and sore. You hadn’t even eaten today, the guards hadn’t served breakfast before you were marched to the game room.

You sat against the wall as you flushed the contents of your stomach down the drain. You forced yourself to take deep breaths, filling your aching lungs with oxygen.

After a few minutes, you got to your feet and headed to the sink. Your reflection looking back at you was as awful as you felt. Dark circles beneath your eyes, the bruises from number 112’s attack beginning to fade. You were sticky and gross from all your hard work.

Turning the faucet you rinsed your painful hands under the cold water. Hissing through your teeth due to the sting as you splashed some over your face. You drank and swished the liquid inside your cheeks, spitting the disgusting taste down the sink.

After a brief wash, you started walking back towards the main room when you collided with someone’s lean chest, bringing you swiftly back to reality.

You were met with a very sweaty Hyunjin, his eyes were heavy and bloodshot. The bruises from his fight with Felix hadn’t faded as well as yours had. He looked exhausted, of course, he would be.

He brought his hand up as if he were about to touch your cheek but pulled away just as quickly.

“Hey.” He said plainly, his gaze was full of unspoken words.

“Hey.” You responded with a small smile.

“I- Urm,” he babbled. Eyes not meeting yours as if he were shy. “I came to check on you.” He spoke softly as if you would shatter if he spoke any louder.

“Yeah, I’m-“ you paused. You were not okay and you didn’t want to lie but you saved face anyway. “I’m fine.” You looked down as you said it hoping he wouldn’t see right through you.

“I wanted to return this to you,” he offered your hoodie to you. He looked over your form as he muttered. “Thanks,” you said as you took it from him gently.

“I think it’s you I should be thanking, y/n” his response caught you off guard, he rarely used your name. Your breath hitched as you met his gaze. He looked at you as if you were the only thing that existed in the world. “You saved me, I appreciate it.” He said just above a whisper. His eyes sparking in the dim corridor light.

“Oh,” you cowered slightly feeling small under his stare. “I did it for us you know, if you fell we all would have.” He looked almost disappointed by your words. He ran his hands through his hair grimacing at the pain of his palms, his eyes danced around the floor for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He whispered to himself. With that he turned to enter the bathroom, his lips pulled into a line in a faux smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

You wanted to stop him, to let him take you in his arms but instead, you watched him walk away into the bathroom. “I’ll see you around thirteen,” he said as he pushed the door, leaving you standing there with your hoodie wrapped in your aching hands.

When you returned to the main room lunch was being served. You moved to the back of the line while you tied your hoodie around your waist, the weight of it heavy on your exhausted body.

You got to the front of the line, the guard handed you your food and you scoffed. “Not going to give us anything for our fucked hands?” You spat. He paused as you looked at him, hoping your fierce gaze would break through his mask. Then he tilted his head slightly before leaning towards you. You kept your stance firm but he continued to approach you, he lifted his mask slightly from the bottom, not revealing his face but high enough so you could hear his natural voice.

“You’ll take what I give you.” He spoke only loud enough so only you could hear. His tone was smooth and unwavering. You shivered as he pulled his mask back over his face. His voice sounded familiar. It wasn’t? No, it couldn’t be.

As you walked away with your food dumbfounded you couldn’t help but wonder if he was the same man who had shown you a little kindness during the Dalgona game. Maybe that made him sound like someone you knew?

You went to your usual spot in the room noticing Felix and Jisung were nowhere to be seen when you heard a deep voice call out to you.

“Angel,” Felix was waving his hand beckoning you over to where he was sitting with Jisung and surprisingly Minho and Seungmin.

Seungmin and Felix sat together, an arm's length between them whilst munching on their food in a comfortable silence whilst Jisung and Minho sat together chatting to each other about something you couldn’t quite catch.

You sat near them crossed-legged on the floor turning to your lunch and digging in. The flavour of the Jumeokbap bursting on your tongue, you didn’t realise how hungry you were until now.

“Some challenge huh?” Seungmin asked the group. Felix nodded with a sarcastic chuckle and Seungmin smirked as he bit into the rice ball.

You continued eating for a few moments before Hyunjin came into your view with his plastic plate in hand. Looking a little cleaner than he did when you met in the corridor. He didn’t seem too bothered by your presence. Sitting himself against the bed frame, glancing at Felix with a scowl evident enough for you to notice.

Not wanting any drama you looked back to your food and continued eating slowly.

“You were pretty brave back there,” Seungmin said in a kind voice. Not knowing who he was addressing you continued to eat.

“I know, did you see her?” Jisung asked pausing his conversation with Minho. “The way she told us to hold the rope for her like some boss-ass bitch.” He added with a laugh. You looked up, Jisung was smiling at you and so was Minho. Not smirking, smiling? You paused mid chew almost in shock.

“I was kinda into it.” Felix chimed in with a wink. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, your cheeks flushed. The others started laughing whilst you heard Hyunjin tsk under his breath but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“I dunno,” Seungmin continued. “I think I’d prefer being the one to tell her what you do,” he announced with an evil grin. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your food. What was it with them and the flirting? Maybe it was a way of coping with the stress or to forget the cruel reality of the situation you all found yourselves in.

Whilst the others continued their conversations you felt a presence beside you. When you looked up you saw one of the masked guards looming over you. You assumed it was the same guy who served you your food, you couldn’t know for sure though.

“Come with me Number Thirteen,” he said in a flat tone. You glanced at the other men who looked on with a mix of intrigue and fear. You looked back at the guard. “Now,” he commanded, when you didn’t move fast enough he grabbed you by the arm and dragged you roughly to your feet.

As he did so Hyunjin rose to his feet and made his way over immediately. The guard turned to him and spoke coldly.

“Alone.”

Hyunjin averted his gaze to you, his brows furrowed and jaw clenched in frustration. You looked at him and simply nodded that you’d be okay. The masked guard paused for a moment observing the two of you. Hyunjin put his hand around your throat so gently that his touch was barely there. He ran in thumb over your sensitive bruised skin, “come back to me, yeah?” He pleaded.

Before you could respond the guard yanked you away forcefully. You couldn’t fight him, his arm was gripping you possessively and you didn’t want to find out what would happen if you argued. He stopped when he reached a hidden door in the hallway just before the pastel staircases and pushed you inside.

You stumbled in, your back hitting a shelf full of cleaning equipment. The room was dark but light enough to see his intimidating figure.

You pushed yourself as far from him as you could but he stepped towards you confidently.

Your breathing was shallow as he paused, it looked as if he was looking over you but you couldn’t see his eyes.

“Give me your hands,” he said in a low voice. His mask makes him sound robotic.

“My what? Why?” You asked fearfully.

“Give them to me,” he repeated louder than before.

Reluctantly you slowly offered them to him, you were trembling under his gaze. He took the pouch out of his pocket and ripped it open before he grabbed your wrist again causing your breath to hitch. He began to squeeze the contents onto your palm and the gel quickly soothed your burning skin. You let out a long sigh in relief as he ran his gloved thumb over it in a gentle caress. It was almost intimate.

As he dropped your arm and pulled your other one to him repeating the same motion, you thought you’d try your luck at making conversation.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked tentatively, attempting to keep yourself calm.

“You asked, didn’t you?” He replied as if it was normal behaviour from him. You nodded not wanting to anger him with more questions. Once he finished he held your wrist a little longer, observing you before he let it fall back to your side.

“Let’s get you back to him,” he said. His tone now had an edge to it that you didn’t understand.

You pushed a little more, “can I take some for my friends, please?” You spoke softly. He turned back to you and crowded you against the self again but this time he didn’t seem as gentle. He palmed your cheek for a moment before running his hands into your hair then knotted it into his fist. You gasped at the pain, tears began to run down your cheeks as you were face to mask with him. “I-I’m,” you tried to offer an apology but he cut you off. “You tell anyone about this, your friends, any of the other guards and I’ll make sure you fucking regret it.” His anonymous voice came out in a growl.

“I - I won’t, I promise,” you sobbed. He pulled you up still holding you by your hair and shoved some more gel pouches into your pocket. As he dragged you to the door he spoke again quieter but no less mean. “If anyone asks you’ll say I hurt you,” he commanded. “For talking back to me at lunch, the gel you stole while I wasn’t looking,” he continued his instructions. “-and if you don’t,” he pulled you closer, the mask where his mouth would be tickling your ear. “I’ll actually hurt you, understand?” He shouted the last word causing you to jump and cry harder. You nodded as best as you could, barely able to breathe through your sobs.

“Use your words,” he said slowly. He reminded you of someone but you couldn’t think clearly as he held your hair so painfully tight. The burning that was on your palms now transferred to your scalp.

“I understand,” you said breathlessly.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he opened the door and dragged you back down the corridor to the main room. He burst through the doors with you still in his grasp causing everyone in the room to look over at you. He stopped dead in his tracks and threw you onto the floor. You landed painfully on your knees with a smack. Great, as if you weren’t already sore enough.

The guard exited hastily as Felix and Hyunjin practically raced each other to comfort you first but in the moment you couldn’t care less. Your time with the guard replaying over and over again in your mind. The other players in the room looked on as Felix and Hyunjin got to you, Minho, Jisung and Seungmin approached with concerned expressions.

You continued to cry as they both knelt in front of you.

“Angel, what happened?” Felix asked, his voice barely audible over your sobs. Hyunjin brought his hand to your chin and gently moved your head to meet his gaze. “Did he hurt you?” He said in a panicked tone. Both men were panting from rushing over to you. You looked into Hyunjin’s haunted expression and nodded, your tears stinging your bloodshot eyes.

“Come here,” he whispered and with that, he picked you up bridal style and started making his way over to his side of the room. Felix and the others followed a few steps behind.

Hyunjin placed you on the bottom bed next to Minho’s bunk. You pulled the covers over and curled them in like a burrito. Your cries subsided as you sniffed.

Hyunjin stroked your scalp a little before speaking. “Get some rest, we’ll talk when you wake up. Yeah?” He spoke in a hushed tone. You nodded and remembered the gels in your pocket. Not wanting to lay on them while you slept, you took them out and whispered to Hyunjin.

“Hyunjin?” You gestured for him to come closer. He lent over you, his warm body pressed onto yours in the process. The weight brings you comfort. You took his hand and inconspicuously placed the gel pouches into his palm. “I got them for the five of you,” you said loud enough so only he could hear. He glanced down realising what you had given him and smirked at you.

“Not just a pretty face, are you thirteen,” his voice teased. You scoffed with a giggle, why does he have to be like this?

Felix peered down at you next to Hyunjin who gave him side-eye. “Angel, what happened?” He asked again. You went to reply but Hyunjin beat you to it.

“I think it’s best she gets some rest before we start bombarding her with questions.” He stated bluntly. “I’m only trying to help,” Felix replied unfazed by Hyunjin’s tone.

“She doesn’t need your help, she needs a nap. She’s been through enough in the last few hours. Felix.” Hyunjin said his name like it was acid on his tongue.

“-and how do you, know what she needs?” Felix spat back his Australian accent coming through thicker than usual.

“Can you two stop arguing about me like I’m not here?” You added sternly. God, these men were acting like children who had to share their favourite toy.

They both turned to you, their eyes simultaneously softening. Felix replied first, squeezing your shoulder as he spoke. “Sorry Angel, we can talk when you wake.” With a small smile, he got up and joined the others, all muttering to each other in hushed tones.

Hyunjin went to get up but you stopped him. “Put the gel on in a bathroom stall, I think that’s the only place with no cameras.” You advised. He stroked your arm as he rose from your side and nodded. Leaving you to snooze.

Author POV

The door to the interrogation room hissed shut behind him.

Cold. Concrete. Silent.

The guard stood in the centre of the room, magenta uniform slightly wrinkled, mask still on but crooked from the rough hands of the enforcers who dragged him here. Triangle 156 the guard who had taken y/n from the main room. His hands were clenched behind his back.

Across from him, the Masked Leader emerged from the shadows like smoke—a tall, imposing, black mask gleaming under the surgical lights above. The guards flanking him didn’t speak. They didn’t move.

Only watched.

“Do you know why you’re here?” The Leader’s voice was low, and measured. Calm in the way that crept under your skin.

“I was enforcing discipline,” the guard said. “She—she disrespected me.”

“Disrespected?” the Leader echoed softly. He took a slow step forward. “Explain?” He commanded.

“At lunch, she talked back. Loud enough for others to hear. Undermining authority.”

“So you took her into a closet for twenty minutes,” the Leader said, no inflexion in his voice. “Alone. With no clearance.”

Triangle 156 shifted. His hands twitched at his sides. “She needed to be corrected,” he said.

“That’s not your decision.”

“She challenged me.” The guard began to worry.

“And so?”

“I shoved her. Against the wall.” He answered quickly.

The silence that followed was heavier than any scream. Even the guards beside the Leader didn’t move. The room felt like a held breath, tight in the lungs.

“Did she fight back?” the Leader asked, voice calm.

“No.” The guard paused. “She cried.”

For a long time, the Leader said nothing. Then he walked slowly around the table, coming to stand behind Triangle 156. The guard’s posture faltered. He was starting to realize that his confession didn’t buy him mercy here.

“She is a contestant,” the Leader said. “Not your outlet. Not your mistake to make.”

“I was—trying to keep order—” The guard pleaded.

“You humiliated the system.”

That silenced him.

“To the others, your actions suggest chaos,” the Leader continued, stepping back into view. “They suggest a lack of control. That will ripple. That could cost us the game.”

“I—I didn’t mean to—” he continued to beg.

“You meant to hurt her?” The black-masked man enquired. Though he already knew the answer.

Triangle 156 looked up slightly, voice shaking. “Yes.”

“Good,” the Leader said softly—almost too softly—but then, with more force in his tone. “Good that you’re honest.”

He turned to the two guards at the door. “Detain him for observation. If I find even a shadow of misconduct, he won’t leave this facility with a pulse.”

The guards moved instantly, each seizing one of Triangle 156’s arms. His panic was sudden and loud. “Wait—sir—please! I can fix this—I swear I—”

But the door had already opened. Already closed behind him. The Leader was alone.

The silence that followed was comfortable.

He stood still in the centre of the room for a long moment, gloved hands clasped behind his back, mask tilted slightly as if replaying the words in his mind.

“She cried,” he whispered. A smile, hidden behind the mask.

“Good.”

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Part 32

A Charming Detour - Part 33

The room is brighter today. Sunlight cuts through the blinds in angled slats, laying stripes across Juice's bed and the pale blue hospital blanket pulled to his waist.

Machines still beep steadily, though there’s one less now — the ventilator’s presence looms, but today, it’s being disconnected.

You’re not in the room.

You’ve been pacing just outside the door, a paper cup of untouched coffee cooling in your hands.

Chibs is with you, leaned against the wall, arms folded, silent but grounding. You don’t ask why he hasn’t left your side. You already know. He’s seen this part before — the waking. The pain. The panic.

Inside, nurses prep Juice. The doctor explains what’s happening in that calm, clinical voice that somehow makes it all feel worse.

“You’ll feel pressure. You might gag. Just focus on breathing. We’ve got you.”

Juice’s eyelids flutter, and there’s a sluggish kind of awareness behind them. Heavy, drugged. Confused.

Then they start to pull the tube.

He thrashes.

His body bucks slightly, instinct fighting what his mind hasn’t yet caught up to. Hands strain weakly against the bedrails. A strangled noise escapes his throat — a wet, gasping sound, equal parts terror and pain. His chest convulses once, twice—

Then the tube slides out with a slick, wet sound.

He chokes.

Eyes wide. Watering. Mouth open, dragging in air like a man pulled from drowning. His breaths are harsh and ragged, rasping around a throat raw from silence. His whole body shudders as oxygen finally moves on its own again.

“Jesus Christ...” he gasps hoarsely, voice like gravel dragged over asphalt. “Where— where the hell— what happened—?”

The nurses try to calm him, one hand on his shoulder. “Mr. Ortiz, you’re at St. Thomas. You were on a ventilator. You’re okay. Just breathe, okay?”

He doesn’t hear them.

He’s already panicking.

“Babe?” he croaks, jerking his head weakly to either side, eyes darting around, bloodshot and frantic. “Where’s— where’s my wife? Where is she? Baby?!”

You don’t remember moving, but the next thing you know, you’re at his side. The coffee cup hits the floor and rolls away. You’re breathless. Trembling.

“Juan— I’m here. I’m right here.”

He turns his head toward the sound, eyes catching you. For a second, he freezes — like he’s not sure you’re real. Like his brain can’t accept it.

Then he chokes out something that might be a sob.

“Baby… oh my god… you—” He tries to sit up but can’t. The effort makes his whole body tremble.

You catch his hand and press it to your cheek. It’s cold and dry, the IV still taped to the back. His fingers twitch and grip yours like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

“You’re okay,” you whisper, leaning closer, your forehead almost touching his. “You’re okay now.”

He nods — but tears are already sliding from the corners of his eyes. His voice is rough and breaking.

“They—they grabbed me, babe. Took me— I tried to fight but there were too many and I thought— I thought I wasn’t gonna see you again. I kept thinking about you, like— like maybe if I just held onto you in my head they wouldn’t win, y’know?” His words stumble over each other in a jumble of emotion, frantic and messy.

He’s trying to smile through it, through the pain and the fear and the raspy cough that keeps interrupting him.

“You look—God— you look— so fucking beautiful. You always do. Even when I’m half-dead and probably smell like shit.”

You laugh, watery and cracked, and press your lips to the back of his hand.

“I thought I lost you,” you whisper. “I saw them dragging you away. I couldn’t— I couldn’t stop them.”

Juice shakes his head slowly, still wheezing a little, but his grip on your hand is stronger now.

Juice’s chest rises and falls unevenly, each breath rasping as it climbs up from lungs still protesting the effort. The ventilator’s gone he looks exhausted, pale under the bruises, dried blood still clinging faintly to the stitches on his arm.

But his eyes haven’t left you once.

Juice is still mid-ramble — frantic, sincere, clumsy in that achingly Juice way.

“Did the guys—did they take care of you? I mean, you didn’t go home alone, right? You ate? I bet you didn’t eat. Baby, you have to eat. Wait—did anyone even tell you I was okay or did they just, like, ride off and leave you pacing the garage like some mob wife in a movie? Not that you’re a mob wife. You’re way prettier. Shit—did that sound creepy?” He pauses, barely a breath between words, and lets out a short, wheezy laugh. “I’ve been out for days and I’m still saying dumb shit.”

You shake your head slowly, your soft little smile breaking just slightly at the edges.

“I’m okay,” you say gently. “We… all came home.”

He exhales, lips parting like he wants to say something else—but hesitation flickers behind his eyes.

That insecure, unsure little twitch of his fingers over the sheets, the way his hand hovers midair before dropping back down like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to ask.

“I just—” His voice cracks a little. “I need to hold you. Is that okay? Or are you—shit, you’re probably scared. I look like Frankenstein’s baby brother. You don’t gotta—if it’s too much, I get it. I just—”

You stop him with a motion so gentle it’s like a ghost moving your hand finds his, and he immediately latches onto it, knuckles white with effort.

“I’m not scared of you,” you say softly. “I was only scared you wouldn’t wake up.”

He opens his mouth, but his lips tremble and close again. And that—that moment of silence from Juice—is maybe more telling than anything else he could’ve said.

You stand slowly, carefully, like approaching a wounded animal. Juice watches you like he can’t quite believe what you’re about to do, like maybe he’s hallucinating.

Your weight dips the mattress gently as you climb up, legs folding delicately beside his hip, your upper body draping carefully along the edge of the bed, hand tentatively on his chest.

He shifts with a wince to make space, one arm half-wrapped around your back despite the tangle of IV lines and bruised ribs. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, where his skin still smells faintly like antiseptic and blood and him underneath it all.

Juice exhales shakily.

His fingers, weak but desperate, trace small aimless patterns along your back—like he needs constant contact to remind himself you’re here.

“Baby…” His voice is barely audible now, breath warm against your hair. “God, I missed you. Everything hurt but that was the worst part. I didn’t know if I’d see you again.”

You press your lips to his collarbone and feel his pulse flutter.

“Me too,” you whisper.

He’s quiet for a long moment—until a nervous laugh breaks free.

“They’re gonna yell at us for this, huh? Me all tubed up and stitched together, you crawling into bed like a scene outta Grey’s Anatomy. I love it.” He chuckles, then groans as it pulls at his bruises. “Okay, laughing? Bad idea.”

You smile against his skin, letting the silence settle, letting his heartbeat thud beneath your ear.

But beneath the tenderness, his fingers still twitch now and then — not from pain, but from that nagging anxiety that always lives in him.

The room is wrapped in half-light — the dimmed glow of fluorescent bulbs and the shifting silver of passing headlights through the blinds. Machines hum a low mechanical lullaby beside the hospital bed, soft and constant, as if the world itself is holding its breath.

You’re curled into Juice’s side, your body finally surrendered to sleep for the first time since they took him.

Your face is tucked into his shoulder, one small hand resting just over the gauze taped to his ribs.

Your breathing is slow, even, the kind of sleep that only comes after fear has wrung every drop of strength from you.

And Juice — battered and bruised, tubes trailing from his arms, his head still aching — can’t stop looking at you.

His fingers twitch where they rest on the curve of your waist. Not from pain. From awe.

"Baby," he whispers, voice still raw and hoarse, “you’re really here…”

Your lashes don’t even flutter.

You're out cold.

And he swallows thickly because that alone breaks something in him. That you probably didn’t sleep until now.

Juice blinks up at the ceiling for a long moment, then lets his gaze drift back down to you — every inch of you like a balm to his beaten body.

His hand curls gently around your wrist, thumb brushing your pulse, as if he still needs to make sure you’re real.

“I don’t even know how I got this lucky.” His voice is a hush. “Like, what the hell were you doing with someone like me? You could’ve had normal. Safe. Some guy with a desk job and a Labrador, not—” his voice catches, “—not a guy who drags you into this world. Into this.”

Your breathing doesn’t change. You’re still somewhere deep inside dreams that don’t hurt. And he’s thankful for that. You shouldn’t have to carry the nightmares too.

“They hurt me, baby,” he says, more to himself than to you now. “But that wasn’t the worst part. It was thinkin’ I wouldn’t get back to you. That I’d die there on that floor and you’d never know how much I—”

He cuts off, biting his lower lip so hard it almost bleeds. The words sit on his tongue like a razor blade.

Instead, he tilts his head, pressing the lightest kiss to your temple — gentle, reverent, like he’s terrified to wake you.

“I love you—god—so fucking much babe” he whispers so soft it might not even reach your ears.

Your fingers twitch slightly in your sleep, brushing his side.

He stills completely, watching you with wide eyes, half-expecting you to wake up and call him out on the mess of his soul.

But you don’t.

You just snuggle closer, your body molded against his like you were meant to be there.

Juice exhales, his eyes glassy now.

He closes them for a moment, letting himself rest into the warmth of you — letting the fear go, piece by piece, like bleeding it out of his bones.

The room is still dim, the blinds half-drawn against the world outside. The machines keep their steady rhythm beside the hospital bed, a soft mechanical reminder— beat by beat, breath by breath.

You haven’t moved.

Curled into Juice like a second skin, your small frame fits perfectly against his side, your cheek resting just below his collarbone. His arm, bruised and hooked to IVs, is draped protectively around your waist, his thumb moving in slow, idle circles over your shirt — a nervous comfort, maybe for you… maybe for him.

His eyes haven’t left your face in over an hour.

He watches the rise and fall of your breath like a lifeline.

His face, usually animated and fidgety, is unusually still — soft in a way only the most vulnerable moments allow.

For the first time since the warehouse, there’s no fear of slipping into darkness.

Not while you’re here.

Not while you’re safe.

The door creaks open.

Boots scuff the linoleum, followed by a low murmur of voices. Jax enters first, followed by Chibs and Tig. The latter two glance at the bed and halt mid-step.

"Shit…" Tig breathes under his breath, gaze flicking from Juice’s wired-up body to your sleeping form.

Jax smiles faintly, eyes tired but soft. “Hey, man. Good to see you awake.”

Juice turns his head, careful not to disturb the IV in his arm. He looks dazed, but the second he sees them, his brows knit with something like relief.

"Aww, look at this little cuddle puddle,” Tig mutters with a half-smile.

“Didn’t think Juicy had it in him.”— not loud, but enough to make Juice flinch.

"Hey—shhh, shhh—" Juice whispers quickly, almost panicked. He tugs his arm tighter around you, his hand smoothing down your back.

“Don’t wake her, man—please.” His voice is cracked from the ventilator, but urgent. “She fell asleep. She must be exhausted.” He swallows, emotion knotting his throat.

The room stills. Chibs exchanges a long glance with Tig. Neither of them say anything. They don’t have to. They’d seen it too—the wreck of you after the warehouse, the way your hands didn’t shake when they should’ve, the way you stood in the blood like you'd forgotten how to breathe.

But Juice doesn’t know.

Not yet.

Juice looks over, blinking blearily, and then gestures with his chin toward the armchair in the corner. “Blanket. There. Can you—can someone grab it? She runs cold. Always forgets her jacket.”

Tig hesitates. For a second, he looks like he might say something smartass, something sharp to deflect the knot tightening in his chest.

But then he sees how Juice is looking at you.

Like you’re sacred, untouched, and his whole goddamn world.

So Tig just nods and steps forward, unfolding the thin blanket. Juice lifts his arm slightly — a wince in his jaw as he moves — and Tig drapes the blanket carefully over your back.

“Thanks, man,” Juice whispers, smoothing it out gently with fingers that tremble a little more than they should.

He leans down, presses a kiss to your temple again, murmuring something that sounds like “warm enough, baby?”

You don’t stir.

But you shift just the tiniest bit closer.

And Juice lets out a slow breath, like your body moving was the only answer he needed.

Chibs, still watching, crosses his arms, his usual smirk softened by something almost paternal.

“Yer lass is tougher than she looks, Juicy” he says quietly.

Juice nods, not catching the subtext. Just agreeing.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, looking down at you like you hung the damn stars. “But she shouldn’t have to be."

Juice carefully tucks the blanket up beneath your chin. “Don’t want you gettin’ sick, you've got enough to worry about already.”

Jax nods, jaw tight.

Chibs glances away, jaw working like he might say something — but doesn't.

Tig just stares.

They all remember the image of you with the crowbar. Blood across your face. Rage in your eyes. The screams.

But here you are now, tucked up in Juice’s arms like you’re made of porcelain and air.

Juice doesn’t know. Not yet.

And none of them have the heart to shatter the version of you he’s still clinging to. Not when he looks like that — like you’re the only thing keeping his broken body from falling apart all over again.

[moonyskarma]

song shifting activity . . .

marauders dr || credits to @withluvvenus || playlist link

— i'm doing this as more "what part of my marauders dr does [insert song] remind me of, instead of "which dr does [insert song] remind me of"

#1 ─ somebody to love . . . queen

"i just gotta get out of this prison cell" this song is like, the desire to be free from the house of calloway. to be myself, finally, to find "somebody to love" that doesn't see me as just an heir. to find somebody who sees me.

#2 ─ across the universe . . . the beatles

"nothing's going to change my world" this to me is my visions. my prophetic abilities, if you will. it's like, accepting that i'm "the cursed one" and nothing can change that. that i'll always be sort of "across the universe", and i just have to... deal with that.

#3 ─ ashes to ashes . . . david bowie

"strung out in heaven’s high // hitting an all-time low" this is very me. very much about my connection to my abilities. specifically the darker ones, and how it affects me, and in turn how it affects my relationships with people around me.

#4 ─ comfortably numb . . . pink floyd

"hello? // is there anybody in there? // just nod if you can hear me" + "i have become comfortably numb" oh my god. this is me. this is me and my visions. nobody being able to reach me, being disconnected for a while because all i can see and hear is the vision. the second part is the struggle that comes with being a seer, and how sometimes it's easier to be numb.

#5 ─ goodbye yellow brick road . . . elton john

"goodbye yellow brick road // where the dogs of society howl" ooh, this one is definitely another leaving-Calloway-to-be-free kind of song. leaving the "yellow brick road", aka the path that was chosen for me, my so-called birthright.

#6 ─ criminal world . . . david bowie

"i'm in the criminal world // but i'm never going to be a criminal" might i just say i fucking love this song. like?? okay, this is me growing up a Calloway, in a family that isn't as tied in with the dark lord as the House of Black, but.. you know. It's in there somewhere, and this is like, even though i grew up like that, i'm not like that, yknow?

#7 ─ rock 'n' roll suicide . . . david bowie

"time takes a cigarette // puts it in your mouth" + "you're a rock 'n' roll suicide" + "you're not alone" dare i say one of my favorite bowie songs. this i fear is me thinking about my role in all of this — in the war, especially. how the world's kind of fucking me over. me being a "rock 'n' roll suicide" is how i'm trying to get away from my namesake and everything, and being the opposite of what my family would've wanted. "you're not alone" is like, my friends around me drawing me out of my head and keeping me sane.

#8 ─ death on two legs . . . queen

"you suck my blood like a leech // you break the law and you preach” + “feel good, are you satisfied? // do you feel like suicide?” this... is barty. fucking barty crouch jr. brilliant and beautiful and venomous. this song is the aftermath of a fight, with sharp words and barty's nails digging into my arm as he pulls me down a corridor. the sting of my palm on his cheek when he goes too far. this is me and him, messy and crooked and so wrong yet so right.

#9 ─ time . . . pink floyd

"ticking away the moments that make up a dull day // fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way" + "no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun" this one is very much my issues with time. in every reality, especially this one, i fucking hate the passage of time. in this one, passing time is just a reminder that my prophecies are getting closer and closer, and there's nothing i can do to stop them or change them which is like.. terrifying.

─ okay okay this is the last post of today !! i think !!

[elizabeth-mitchells]

What do you think Laura Lee and Lottie’s relationship was like pre cash? I think Lottie kinda finds Laura Lee irritating when she interrupted LL at the party when Jackie was trying to mediate the group after that almost cat fight between Van and Shauna. Although during the plane crash, they were holding each other. I do think Lottie wasn’t particularly close with anyone though pre cash. I headcanon her as having social life but it’s all surface level friendship. What do you think?

pre-crash lottielee my beloved! <3 they were just babies. they would've been so cute together...

okay so! yes, Lottie says "Oh my God" a little exasperated when Laura Lee keeps telling everyone they're beautiful in the eyes of the lord lol (please forgive her, that's her best attempt at flirting) but i love being delusional and i'll say it was fond exasperation! besides, let's also look at when most girls yelled "shut the fuck up Laura Lee" and Lottie didn't! (and Van, (i also keep pushing the Van and Laura Lee best friends agenda)) so I don't think she finds her irritating or annoying or doesn't like her. but well they're teenage girls and when even your best friends do something annoying, That thing is annoying, but you still like them

that being said! i agree with you. and i think both actors for Lottie and Laura Lee have talked about picturing their characters as a little lonely. exactly what you said, friends with the team but at surface level. so, canonically, no they probably weren't very close. but!! i'm choosing to believe they were at least a liittlleee closer than with most of the other girls, OR at least got along pretty well and were both aware of this

i say this based on very small details but isn't that what friendship's about? i mean, they weren't strangers to each other, look:

Laura Lee was enthusiastically in on the "Thank you Mr Matthews" joke. you have to be at least a somewhat good friends with someone to joke so much about their parents dont you

*I* think it looked like they purposefully sat close to each other on the plane. no one was as close as jackieshauna to sit fully next to each other. but this was the closest thing. to me it looks like laura lee chose her seat first, and lottie followed, so she obviously wasn't avoiding her. and with the way laura lee moved, to me it looks like she was about to kneel on her seat to look over the back to talk to lottie!

now, as the plane was falling, sure, everyone panicked, they were desperate, but i think it's kinda obvious to like. curl up and protect yourself, right? and laura lee was busy praying, you'd think she'd do that the entire time. but no! they reach out for each other. nearly fall from their seats just to reach each other and desperately hold on. you don't do that with just any classmate and teammate. you don't get ready to die holding hands with a girl you just tolerated you know? that seems at least a little bit personal to me

when laura lee finds coach martinez on the tree and lottie is the one to pull her back, i dont know about you but that was a very intimate hold. or at least i'm saying they have hugged before and there is a level of familiarity between them

lottie knowing leonard's name is just. adorable. and friend behavior

[peachyprophets-blog]

Drowned Love- Back to the Surface

A sirens lullaby and reunited love

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Summary: After escaping Poseidon with the help of Aeolus' winnd bag, your journey continues, but suddenly your lovers appear in the water. Are you already home? But since when did you have a dolphin as a child?

Mentioned Characters: Sirens, Odysseus, Penelope, Telemachus, Apollo, Athena, and a special guest 👀

A/N: This is the final part of my series, and the happy ending everyone deserves. Thanks for all the support, I love all of you! (Stay hyped for more storys ♡)

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The water gently waves, it glitters in the light of the sun that is high in the sky and makes your skin feel warm and the air smells of salt. It would be perfect if Penelope and Odysseus weren't in the water and tempting you to get into the water. "Come into the water with us," they sang, but you could barely understand them. You knew this area was full of sirens, so you stuffed beeswax in your ears and that stopped the seductive voice from dragging you into the water. Inwardly, you swore to yourself that you would never board a ship again once you returned home. It seemed as if the sun was shining brighter than before, a warning to the sirens, but the sirens in front of you didn't seem to take even the slightest bit of interest in this and tried to get you further into the water. Before you could say anything, a calling smell mixed of poppies qnd lavender filled the air and the song of the sirens was replaced by a gentle melody that you could hear even through the beeswax in your ears. The melody was so beautiful and calming that all the tension drained from your body and your muscles relaxed. Your eyelids became heavy and through your half-open eyes you could see even your enemies closing theirs and assuming their true form as they fell into a deep slumber and returned to the depths of the sea. Your body seemed to react to the seductive melody, when you finally sank into the land of dreams your body collided with the supposedly hard ground but you landed instead on a soft blanket of poppies and hyacinths. It feels like you're lying on the softest sheets, the kind only the gods would lie on, the sun is bright in the sky and tickles your skin with the warm rays that fall on you. Two people lie next to you: Penelope, whose head is resting on your chest, and Odysseus, whose head is resting on your stomach. Both are enjoying the moment they are with you. You are lying in the bed carved from the olive tree, and when you open your eyes, you see a boy standing by the door. He is a perfect combination of the two lying next to you, Telemachus. Telemachus smiles happily at you, he really does look like Odysseus, but his eyes shine just like Penelope's when she does. "You're finally home," his voice sounds happy, and your heart feels so light and carefree. But in the back of your head, you hear something faint... "wake up"

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Feet land gently on the ground, poppy petals flutter in the air and land gently on the sleeping woman's face. The young man, as if kissed by the moon, looks at the woman with tired eyes, dark circles under his eyes are visible on his pale skin and the feathers on his wings on his head sway gently in the fresh breeze. The god of sleep slowly crouched down next to the young woman and removed the flowers from her face. "Sleep well, you'll be home soon," he whispered to her. As he whispered this to her, he gently stroked her back. Through her top, he could see scars spreading across her back, but not from a fight; the scars were from lightning. "What did you do to make him angry, and how did you survive?" he murmured quietly to himself. He knew these scars were from Zeus's lightning. "Take your hands off her," a melodious voice rang out, and for a brief moment, the senses seemed to brighten before a beautiful man in a gold and white robe appeared on the ship. "She is my protégé," he said, his eyes gleaming gold and his tanned skin glowing in the sun as if he himself were shining. Before he knelt beside her and gently stroked her hair. The hair flowed through his hands like liquid gold, he had often watched her but suddenly she was gone and when he found her again he was determined to protect her as best he could on ihef way back. "Apollo," the other god began, his gaze turning to the god next to him, who seemed to have a kind of rivalry with Apollo. "I just want her to finally sleep. Since she's been on her way back, she hasn't slept a wink," he continued, resentment evident in his words. "I don't like it when people refuse sleep." There was a lot of resentment in those words. Hypnos takes it as a personal insult if somone refuses to sleep. That's why he had put her to sleep. He was aware that Apollo was watching and protecting her. After all, Apollo was the reason that Aeolus had helped her, that the beeswax had been with her in the ship and protected her from the song of the Sirens. Apollo let out an offended noise, with his arms crossed he laid the head of the woman under his protection on his lap "good, now you can go Hypnos" he said and waved his hand to the other god in a way that could be interpreted as a gesture that he should go. Hypnos sighed briefly before rising into the air and vanishing with a yawn, content that the person who had refused sleep for days was now asleep. Apollo sighed contentedly and softly hummed a melody that penetrated the young woman's dreams. He spent the next few days with her, making sure the woman was attentive to herself while she slept and that the monsters left her alone. On the day when she was no longer far from her home, he gently whispered a wake-up call in her ear: "Wake up."

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I opened my eyes with a start. The sun was slowly rising. Sleep still weighed heavily on me, and I struggled to sit up. How long had I been sleeping? Hours? Days? Months? I had no idea, but when my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I recognized something, something I'd been searching for for years: home. Joy spread in my chest and tears came to my eyes. After years of searching, suffering and pain, I am coming home to Penelope, Odysseus and Telemachus. The ship rocked gently back and forth, but there was nothing ominous in the air. When I was almost at shore, an owl landed next to me and stared straight at me. The feathered creature's eyes pierced my soul, but I wasn't afraid of it and carefully held out my hand. It climbed onto my hand, its talons gripping my fingers to keep it steady. The owl rested its head against mine, its bright feathers tickling my nose. Before I could do anything, the owl flew away, and I finally reached the island. My ship ran aground, and I carefully pulled myself out. Suddenly, a wave of emotions flooded my body: fears, doubts, and longing. What if they've forgotten me? What if they don't love me anymore? What if Telemachus never accepts me? A cold shiver ran down my spine, but I slowly made my way to the palace, the closer I got the more nervous I became. When I arrived at the palace I couldn't move, I was afraid of what was waiting for me behind the gates, before I could do anything the gates swung open and there he was, I looked into Odysseus's eyes, my heart stopped as we stared at each other.

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They both stared into each other's eyes, Odysseus who was on his way to visit the place where he, Penelope and (Y/N) had always stayed, but suddenly he looked into the (E/C) eyes of the woman that Poseidon had taken from him back then, "Is that really you? Or are the ghosts of those I lost now haunting me here too?" Odysseus murmured, more to himself. "What are you talking about?" broke the trembling voice of the woman he had once seen drown and she sounded more alive than ever, she was not a ghost, not an imagination and not a shadow from his dreams that blamed him for her death. Now he looked into her eyes, slow steps closing the remaining distance between them. "It's really you," whispered the king, pulling the young woman into his arms. She clung to him tightly, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks, all the sorrows falling from her, and she slowly let herself sink into his presence. "Father? What i-" the young prince didn't get any further. Odysseus turned to him. "Get your mother, tell her...our star is home," he ordered his son. Telemachus caught a quick glimpse of the woman lying in his father's arms. "Of course," he said before he quickly went into his parents' room to tell his mother that the woman all three had been waiting for for so long was finally home. When Penelope found out about this, she couldn't control herself. She stormed down the marble stairs. "Ody, if you're lying," she began, but stopped abruptly when she saw the (H/C) colored hair. "By the gods," she sobbed. "You're home." She had barely finished the sentence when she lay crying in the woman's arms. Telemachus joined them, and together the moment lasted an eternity. It didn't take long for Telemachus to get used to her; he saw her as another maternal figure and was excited to tell her about everything he had experienced. She was happy to finally be in the place she calls home. Months later she woke up in bed next to Penelope and Odysseus, both of them gently stroking her belly. Her body was a little bigger, a new life was resting within her and Odysseus had his head on her belly and was listening to the little creature while Penelope had laid her head on the woman's chest. "It will be a strong warrior," Odysseus exclaimed playfully. All three of them had to laugh, but when their gaze wandered to the door Telemachus was there, with an owl on his shoulder. "It will be a girl," he just smiled. She smiled and closed her eyes. She had really come back to the surface, back home.

-Peachyprophet

[timeslipcamp]

dj khaled voice another one

i had. a WHOLE half of this post typed up and in my drafts and it DELETED

thanks tumblr

anyways i wanted to do a lil compilation post on the defunct houses. let's see how much i remember of what i already typed

spoilers through ep 14

so this post is going to be a lot more conjecture than the other ones simply because we don't have nearly as much to go on. i'm looking to compile what little we have and my guesses based on names, and then i'll be updating as we get more information.

we first hear about the defunct houses when mc is in the library doing research. ngl when i saw that there was 10 houses i was like oh god even MORE names to remember now! but thankfully we don't have any! everyone transferred out of them.

(i do, however, have a sneaking suspicion they'll add more later on. obey me did, and if the story goes how i'm predicting, we'll follow mc through the start of the time loop and go back far enough to see the houses before they were disbanded.)

all we know is that the houses went defunct last year. the timeline so far is a little ambiguous about what happened when, but here's how i have it in my head:

one eyed sleeping beauty murder -> whatever betrayal involving jin and the traitor -> the clash -> houses going defunct and people transferring

if anyone has any canon evidence saying otherwise PLEASE send it my way!! i'm going to be doing a full reread when i get started on character theories, but i can only do so much at the same time on my phone at work lmao

the three houses are clementia, ultio, and dionysia. interestingly, they're all named after gods. clementia and ultio are both roman goddesses, and dionysus is a greek god (but he did have a roman counterpart named bacchus.)

let's get into it

clementia

this is the house we've heard the most about so far in the story. i think that's for one of two reasons, either A. it's more important to the story and what happened last year, or B. it's just where mc lives so it comes up a lot. my bet's on the former, but i honestly wouldn't be surprised if there's a secret third option: C. it had a huge role to play last year but won't be major going forward, so they're gonna tell us more about it now and then we'll learn about the other two later

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clementia was located in the absolutely fucked up church mc lives in right now. i still can't believe she's just living like that lmao it kills me every time i think about it.

though i do wonder if it has to do with what happened last year. i mean, obviously it got destroyed in the clash last year, we know that (at least i think we do), but maybe the manner in which it was destroyed makes it somewhat unfixable.

i know there's folk tales out there of objects and places being seals of sorts and if they're broken, something bad is unleashed. i don't think that's actually what's happening, but mc did make a point to say that the church still hasn't been fixed even though the rest of the campus got fixed after jiro's fight with the big anomaly. perhaps it has to be cleansed before it can be fixed? but if the holy house is gone, who else can do that?

haku can :)

like i mentioned, clementia is a roman goddess. she was the personification of mercy, gentleness, forbearance, clemency, forgiveness etc etc. this fits with what we know so far, especially because she also represents absolution, salvation, and redemption. a couple gen ed vagastrom students said they used to go to clementia for exorcisms, and rui spent some time there after he was cursed. haku was originally a clementia student, and his family has a prominent shrine and he has quite a lot if experience with spirits and laying them to rest

this pretty much solidifies clementia as the holy house, so to speak, on campus, especially with their dorm being a church. their job was probably centered around purification and spiritual healing while mortkranken handled the physical healing.

a quick note regarding clementia the goddess and her history: she was never a major goddess. like, at all. there's very little known about her cult, and in fact, a lot of evidence points to her just kind of being used as a symbol for the rulers to make themselves look better to the people. several of the roman emporers and dictators used her in their symbols and coinage to make themselves appear merciful. in fact, the year that the senate voted that julius caesar was a god with his own priest, they were going to build a temple with a statue of him and clementia holding hands as equals. and then a few months later he was stabbed to death!

if this is translated into tkdb's story at all, i could see clementia being caught in the crossfire between the faculty and the ghouls. they're a neutral party, focused on healing, and because the ghouls rely on them and the school is holding them up as a model house--boom. friendly fire from both sides. could have been from multiple ghoul houses as well, if the faculty was playing snake in the grass.

or, as is so common, those with a holier than thou attitude are quickly brought to heel by the common man

either way, we ended up with an empty and broken church and one less house of healing.

ultio

one of the ones we know next to nothing about! so feel free to correct me if i'm wrong, but ultio was the one that had the prison below it. it's across the lake from hotarubi--god i want a map so bad--and it looked like it had the same mists. i would love that tbh, spooky battlefield vibes.

in a historical context, ultio was another roman goddess who was more a personification of values than an actual goddess that we think of in modern media. she represented vengeance and was typically placed inside already existing altars and temples of mars, the roman god of war. super cool fact, she was the direct counterpart to clementia. roman rulers were told to always hold both ultio and clementia in equal respect, otherwise righteous vengeance would become its more negative version, revenge.

and in roman culture, it ultimately did. julius caesar had done so much pr to have clementia associated with him that his successor, augustus, began promoting ultio until mars was once more one of the most prominent gods and the roman military was out conquering again. clementia all but faded into obscurity after that.

but we're talking about a mobile gacha game, not the fall of the roman empire.

having both ultio and clementia on campus is so interesting to me, especially when you take into account the faculty's stance on anomalies. in lyca's case, for example, they were perfectly content to leave him locked up forever and have stated that if they even get the hint that he's done something, he's done for. looking at how trigger happy most of the ghouls are and the lax consequences on them killing anomalies, i'm willing to bet that reflects how their stance has been for a few years now. ultio became less about the righteous side, containment and preservation, and became its darker side: imprisonment.

darkwick became more about containing and destroying than actually researching and understanding, and that's why haru's stance is framed as being the odd one out. saw an incredible theory post by @labulemon about haru having been originally in ultio and i think i'm fully on board. from a thematic sense, it's so easy to see someone like haru being in ultio (the prison place) and being like "wait...why are we treating these living creatures like this?" and ending up the sole caretaker of jabberwock like that.

weird thought i just had typing that; what if towa was another one that was in the cages? like it was another suba and lyca situation: there was a weird ass creature stuck in a cage and haru broke him out and now towa helps him run jabberwock. (i have another theory post coming about how i don't think towa is actually a ghoul, i think he's something else.)

ultio is now an abandoned prison...or so we're supposed to think. there's other anomalies still down there even though we broke lyca out. who's taking care of them? who put them there? if ultio is gone, why are they still locked up?

if ultio isn't fully gone, who's to say the other two aren't either?

dionysia

this is the third house and the one with the least amount of information on it. as far as i'm aware, the only time it's mentioned is when tohma says something like "their campus is this way" when we spot him out at night. why's that shady man going there? what's he investigating?

dionysia is also named after a god, dionysus. i could write entire essays on what he as a god represented to the people, but i'll keep it to basics (and historical context) for now.

dionysus was the greek god of revelry, wine, and ecstasy. good times and good wine. he's one also with a bit of a dual nature to him. greeks believed you should let loose and have fun and relax, but if you leaned too far into excess, you were at risk of being lost to madness. in a few accounts, however, he's also referred to as the dying and rising god and acts as a communicator between the living and dead. he's one of the gods that's had so many tellings and retellings that just about anything about him could be true, and even has a crazy amount of parallels to christianity. kind of compelling for a god of ecstasy and madness to have layers upon layers of versions of himself.

zero idea how this plays into their role on campus. each house tends to have a specialty of some sort that vaguely relates to their name (jabberwock is creatures, mortkranken is illnesses, etc) so i suppose dionysia could have dealt with anomalies that affected the mind and emotions? like for instance the cat, from the latest jabberwock episode, that drove people mad. maybe they could have helped with that. or maybe even the plants, and that's why rui took them over. he was the god of wine and was very "back to your roots naked in nature" for his worship, maybe dionysia students were the farmers.

bacchanalias were actually outlawed by the government at one point in time, and i do think it's worth saying that lots of roman gods were depicted wearing laurel leaves. interesting that the clash happened and got rid of not only the party house but the party too

i think dionysia could have gone either way. it feels more ghoul aligned to me, like i get the vibe that their wild and whimsical nature wouldn't have been easily held down by the faculty, but i could also see these shady teachers being like "hey go fuck with their heads"

oh shit is that what happened to taiga?

there's what i have on the three houses! not a lot, mostly vague guesses and their historical correlations. it's fun to see what each theory u post leads to another. this one, now, is going to have me looking a lot more into haru and also the chapter where we found lyca.

and the teachers, i don't trust those mfers

asks and dms always open!

[story-box]

FINAL ENCORE | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader | Eddie Munson x You

Summary: A month after Eddie’s death in the Upside Down, you find yourself at his grave, guitar in hand, ready for one last jam-session.

CW: Death, Grief, Loss

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The cemetery was quiet, too quiet.

You hated it.

Eddie’s absence had left a hole too big for silence to fill. But here you were, guitar in hand, standing in front of his grave like it was just another day. Except it wasn’t. It never would be again.

You didn’t know how long it had been since you’d played.

A month? Maybe more.

Since the "accident" (as the townfolk of Hawkins had taken to referring to the unexplained chaos that tore through the town—blamed, of course, on Eddie Munson), it felt like time had become something that didn’t make sense anymore.

But the guitar—Eddie’s guitar, the one he bought for you—was still here. Still yours.

You sat on the grass, fingers running over the strings, the tension of them familiar in a way that made your chest ache.

“Alright, Ed. Let’s do this one last time,” you muttered, shaking your head with a smile you knew he would’ve laughed at.

You strummed the first chord, a little too hard, but who cared?

The song, the one you’d written when everything was too messy, too broken—was yours now, and it always would be. You’d let him shape it, sure, but it was your heart that had bled into the lyrics.

"You made a mess out of my heart, And I swear, I liked it that way, But you never let me finish the song, Now I’m singing it anyway."

Your voice cracked, but you didn’t stop. Not now. Not ever. Eddie had always said music was about feeling, not perfection. And right now? This felt like everything.

The wind picked up, like he was behind you, pushing you, laughing at the rough edges. The cemetery was still, but somehow you felt like you were in the middle of one of those late-night jam sessions in his basement. He’d be leaning against the wall, that grin on his face, telling you to stop being so hard on yourself.

"You left me with these melodies, And God, they’re killing me, But I’ll play them till the day I die, Even if you're not here to see."

You could almost hear him singing those last lines with you, his voice raspy and off-key but beautiful anyway. You could almost feel the warmth of his arm around your shoulder, his rough fingertips brushing against yours, making everything feel real.

The next chord was sharper. Angrier. The way you’d always fought, your love tangled up in the mess. But you didn’t care about the fight anymore. You just cared about the music. The way it used to flow so effortlessly between the two of you.

You paused, letting the wind carry the last note through the air.

“Hell, Ed. We were good, weren’t we?” Your voice was thick, but you didn’t care. Not anymore. “We made something out of nothing. You made me feel like I could do anything.”

You stood, wiping away the sudden tears, and for a second, you swore you could see him standing there. He’d laugh, toss his hair back, and make some joke about your terrible singing.

But he’d be there.

Always.

And even though he wasn’t, the music was. The lyrics were. And that? That would have to be enough.

You gave the grave one last look, then turned away, guitar still in hand, like you were walking out of one of his concerts, ready for the next song.

Because there would always be a next song.

“See you in the next one, Eddie."

[fallenstarworkshop]

#dnd#his name is Robert Bobson#can you kill gods in 5e?#we had a 3 foot long cursed demon tooth Bob was going to stab him with but we used it for something else :(

You can kill anything in 5e, including the Tarrasque, with relatively little trouble. It's one reason I don't run 5e.

The issue of "how to mess with a god" very very heavily depends on the rules the GM is using for their gods. If they're more or less using the equivalent of 3.5's Deities and Demigods (has that been updated to 5e? I don't know.) then that's... tricky. Because gods always get natural 20's on d20 rolls, as part of being gods, and even non-combat gods can and will ruin your whole day if you try to fight them or piss them off enough to make them act, so you'd have to know enough about the god in question to know how to troll them enough to irritate them but not enough for them to just erase you.

You could have a GM running with the idea that "the gods are, for all intents and purposes, all-powerful and can do arbitrarily powerful or difficult feats", in which case... you probably can't safely mess with a god short of just giving them lip, which... probably isn't safe.

Or... the gods could be more or less mortal in abilities except where their portfolio comes into play (The God of War cannot be defeated in combat by a mortal, full stop, but is not the god of weaving so knows nothing about looms or how to use them, say). In this case, your options open up wildly.

All this to say "it depends on the god in question either way". I don't use Forgotten Realms and never have, but a quick scan of Lathander's wiki entry leads me to the conclusion that if you want to avoid actually getting smited you have a good chance of it. He's neutral good, so he's unlikely to permanently disfigure or harm someone who isn't outright evil, even if he's been offended, and his personality is cited as being "an eternal optimist" who encourages proactive altruism. He is also described, however, of having a reputation for zealotry, vanity, and excess, so if you wanted to bother him you could make comments in favor of spartan lifestyles, speak in favor of excising pleasure, beauty, or flavor from your life, or generally disparage the things he values, which appear to be birth, renewal, spring, youth, athletics, self-perfection, vitality, and creativity.

Source: X

I need help guys.

I play a sorcerer in my dnd group, his name is Robert Bobson (or BobBob) He was living a very happy and simple life, had a partner, lived closed to his family, was a stonemason apprentice.

Then one day at a gathering at the temple of Lathander, he was chosen, given the magic of the rising sun. The priesthood immediately whisked him away to train him in magic, the local lords scheming to use him as a pawn. Depressed he started drinking heavily thinking about all he lost. Poor BobBob did not know his troubles were only beginning. Then he was kidnapped and sold as a slave into the underdark.

Demons somehow leaving the abyss and entering the Underdark attacked the prison Bob and other unlucky souls had found themselves. Bob and his new companions broke free while their enslavers were under attack. now they are stuck in the underdark that is under siege by demons. One by one Bob's party members have been visited by visions of gods, giving them boons to defeat the demon menace. Bob's turn is next. To come face to face with the God of the morning, to meet Lathander.

And Bob is fucking pissed.

So anyways how can a mortal mess with a god? Been raking my brain on how to pull a fast one on my DM.

[bezslutpiercing]

🎀💕

under the cut to read

blowjob brothers bez/edo, 3.6k words (smut)

He doesn’t even know how many drinks he’s had, but who cares? 

Everyone’s so far gone no one will judge him for being wasted at this party.

There's music so loud he’s glad they rented a house far from pretty much everything else, because if they ever did this in one of their homes they’d already have been sued and reported to the police for disturbance.

Bez has thrown himself in the pool like four times already, Edo downed something like ten shots in a competition with the other DJ, and he had taken picture of every fucking thing which happened during the party.

“Aleeeeee” Bez calls for him, laughing like an idiot, wet from the pool he just came out of.

“Ale Ale bro”  “Yeah?” “Imma - Imma get Edo jealous y’know?” “Why? He’s not doing anything” “Exactly! Should be doing me” “Bez you two have sex every moment of the day, it’s not a tragedy this one eh” “It is because I want him to -” “Yeah no I’m not listening” “Oh come on as if you didn’t enjoy when you joined us”

And Ale has to stop talking for a sec because yeah, he can’t deny he enjoyed it more than just a little.

And it’s not new for the two of them to be close and affectionate, but right now Bez is basically wrapping himself sorta koala-style on him, and Edo is watching.

As is staring a hole through him smelling like jealousy and possessiveness.

Because yeah, the three of them did have sex together a few times, but it was something coming from all of them and certainly Bez didn’t act like this, ignoring his boyfriend and latching only onto Ale.

And Edo tends to be somewhat territorial when it comes to Bez, because it’s not a secret more than just one guy or girl wants to spend their night with him, and even if he’s ok with threesomes he also wants to have his boyfriend for himself.

“Bez come on Edo is staring, you gotta get away” “Nah” “Bez. I don’t want to die because you’re horny” “Edo is not gonna do anything”

Meanwhile Edo is very much doing something, which is rapidly ditching the convo he’s stuck in to come get his boyfriend who’s decided that apparently Ale is the entertainment for the night instead of him.

“May I have my boyfriend back or do you think you want to keep him?” “I told him to go to you! He’s - he’s just not listening” “Go back to your conversation with that guy Edo, keep ignoring me” “Bez it’s a guy from RR, we gotta talk about the merch” “Ah ha, yeah go back there keep ignoring your boyfriend” “Bez.”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps ignoring Edo and hugging Ale, who honestly has had enough of these two since they met half a year ago.

Knowing that before Edo Bez hadn't even fully realized he was bi is crazy to think.

Even because he had the most obvious crush on Pecco since they were teens.

He remembers when Bez finally got his sexuality and had come to him in a rush.

“Ale Ale Ale I gotta tell you something”

He was dragged away from the conversation he wa having into an alley of the paddock

“Ok calm down Bez you seem crazy” “Yeah I - do you know Edo? ok the DJ?” “Yes Bez I know him he’s my friend”

Bez took a deep breath and looked around

“Ok. He’s - he’s bisexual right?” “Yeah, why?” “I - fuck I think - I think I like him”

Oh. So all it took for Bez to get it was a morally dubious Dj and tattooer.

“You finally realized you like dick?” “I - HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN I NEVER LIKED ANY GUY” “Pecco.” “What does Pecco has to do with anything” “Bez you had a crush on him since forever” “No I didn’t!”

Ale had looked at him as if he was the dumbest person in the universe, which in that moment he probably was.

“Bez. Bro. You looked at him in a way you didn’t even look at Anne Hathaway” “I did not” “Yeah” “But that’s not the point Ale, the point is I like Edo I think I like want to ask him out”  “Ask him then” “And if he doesn’t like me? If he rejects me? If he already has someone?”

Bez was gonna get him bald by his thirties.

“He likes you, he won’t reject you and he’s single now” “Are you sure Ale?”

He let out a huff and tried to get back to his unfinished conversation, reassuring Bez with a nod.

“yes Bez trust me, go for it”

And oh God had he gone for it.

That night at the party Bez was constantly talking to Edo, following him around and trying to steal all his attention for himself.

Finally Edo had put a stop to the almost embarrassing flirting act from Bez and had kissed him, Ale never asked what or where the two did or went afterwards.

“Bez come on let me go Edo is here”

Bez listens, for once, and turns around, looking Edo up and down, a half pout on his face.

Edo is not better, sunglasses resting on top of his head and a cap with the number 72 hung on his belt loop, looking at Bez the exact same way.

“Does your friend still want all your attention or can I steal you back?” “Bez I swear it looks like I never stay with you” “Stay with me just a bit more” “Bez it’s work I-” “I can suck you off in the kitchen if you stay”

And Edo is just a man, and if his boyfriend is offering him head in a not so private area of the house they’re hosting a party in as a corruption method he just can’t refuse.

Edo bites his lip before grabbing Bez by the shirt and pulling him in for a kiss, hands everywhere and tongues messily overused in the kiss, Ale finally freed from the situation snaps a picture, uploading it onto his private account

“Mi fate battere forte il cuore”

Their friends all know, mostly because it’s disgustingly inevitable not to walk in on them making out or having a quickie somewhere.

Poor Cele had found them jerking each other off in the VR46 Garage one night post race, and it took him more than just a few days to forget it.

“You want to go inside?” “Please” “You really want to suck my dick eh?”

Bez just smiles at it, palming Edo through his jeans and pressing a kiss on his collarbone.

They go inside, and as soon as they’re in the kitchen they’re all over each other in a split second, Bez tugging at Edo’s pants hinting at him to remove them.

“Come onnn get them off” “You were all shy not even six months ago and now look at you” “Stop making fun of me” “But it’s true Marco, had to teach you how to suck me off properly and now you just seem to have been doing this forever”

Bez rolls his eyes and finally unzips his boyfriend’s pants, pooling them at his ankles and getting on his knees.

“Good boy”

The rider has to restrain a moan after getting called that, biting his lip and tugging down Edo’s boxers too, stroking his dick as soon as it’s freed from them.

Edo loves getting his hands in Bez’s hair, they’re so soft and curly and he can manhandle the boy however he wants.

He angles him so that he’s looking a bit to the ceiling, then guides his head towards his dick, making him swallow it almost entirely.

“Ah fuck Marco I love this”

if this is referring to the blowjob, the relationship or the fact they’re currently in public Bez doesn’t know, but it’s a good thing Edo loves it.

Bez starts bobbing his head while Edo’s hands stay in his hair, tugging occasionally when Bez swallows a bit more than usual, gagging around his dick, a few drops of saliva coming out his mouth.

“So pretty Marco so pretty, imagine if someone came in and found you kneeling for me”

Edo smiles again, his free hand going to grip at the counter to stabilize himself, Bez might not be an expert in giving head but he’s a quick learner for sure and his eagerness makes up for the lack of experience.

The gagging sound quickly becomes the only thing the two of them can hear, music from outside long forgotten and archived as background noise, the only other thing Bez can get himself to listen to are Edo’s increasingly louder moans as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

“Can I fuck you? After this?”

Bez nods, for how much he can while sucking his dick, and swallows even more of the length, feeling Edo tightening the grip on his hair.

“Thought so, you’re hard just by sucking me off”

Bez moans at that, he’s been trying to not touch himself while giving his boyfriend head but it’s complicated, he needs to get off as well, and can’t exactly wait too much before doing it, so he imposes himself to make Edo finish as quick as possible so he can get fucked properly.

“Mh fuck careful with teeth Marco, there’s no rush”

Bez looks up at him, need and lust written all over his face, and Edo notices, smiling at him once again.

“Oh you are in a rush then? Want me to fuck you now?”

Bez quickens his movements, steadying himself with his hands wrapped around each of Edo’s thighs, never breaking eye contact with him.

He can feel Edo is close, and he needs so much for this to be over so he can drag him to the first available bedroom in the house and get railed.

“Marco ‘m close fuck you’re good at this”

he sucks harder than before, ripping out a deeper moan from Edo, and lets him cum down his throat.

He stays there for a few seconds before letting go of his dick, looking up at him and getting back up from the floor, kissing him once again.

Edo puts back on his briefs and jeans, without breaking away from the kiss.

“You always come so quick when I suck you off in public places, like when we went to the event in Bali, you like the risk of getting caught”

“You enjoy it too, don't act so innocent, mh? Now, do you want to find a bedroom or-”

Bez grabs him by the hand and drags him upstairs, they’re both laughing a bit, they feel like teenagers sneaking off at a party, which, yeah they’re doing, but somehow it feels hilarious.

“This one”

The room is not bad, a queen sized bed next to a window and some furniture, but it’s not like they’re admiring the drawers and closets right now, and Edo makes quick work of getting Bez on the bed with his back against the mattress and his legs wrapped around him.

He’s caging Bez’s head between his hands, smiling down at him as he licks his lips, and then he rolls his hips to get some friction out of the situation, making them both moan, Edo can feel himself starting to get hard again.

“Kiss me”

Bez basically has stars in his eyes everytime they are this close, and Edo absolutely loves it, he’s so beautiful when he’s like this.

He lowers himself so he can kiss his boyfriend, and one of his hands goes to unzip his pants, Bez lifts his hips and he tugs the pants down, cupping him through the boxers.

At it Bez moans once again, he’s painfully hard and needs his boyfriend inside him like right now.

Edo moves and starts kissing at his neck, eventually leaving a dark hickey on its side, then biting at it lightly.

He knows Bez is a slut for this, and one second later he’s moaning and whining under him, bucking his hips and getting a bit of pleasure from Edo’s hand cupping him.

He sounds so good right now, small whimpers leaving his mouth at the sensation of Edo’s lips on his neck.

“Come on Edo please, fuck me” “I need to prep you, can’t go like this”

Bez says something under his breath, and the older stops kissing him to listen better

“What? I didn’t hear you” “I said I already did it myself I’m ready”

Edo breaks away for a second from his neck to look at him, he truly is amazing.

“Fuck ok I love you”

He goes back to kissing and marking his neck, the wet spot on the front of Bez’s boxers growing larger and larger, it’s amazing how just a few kisses can get him like this, pliant and absolutely hooked up on need.

A few minutes later he gets rid of his boxers as well, undressing himself completely, and Bez admires him biting his lip.

But when he goes to take off his shirt Edo stops him, grabbing him by the wrist.

“What?” “Keep it on you’re hot like that, and it’s mine, I want to fuck you with that on” “Ok but just please do something” “Oh of course, I wouldn't want my little prince to get sad now would I?”

He’s fully hard again now, and Bez is so fucking hot he fears he could cum as soon as he pushes his dick inside him.

He kisses Bez again, cupping his face with one hand and using the other to help himself push inside Bez’s hole, swallowing the moan coming from him.

“You good? Can I move now?” “Yes yes yes you can”

Edo pushes inside all the way, hips touching for a second before he starts thrusting and fucking Bez with a fast pace, still kissing him to quieten the moans down.

Bez gets his arms around Edo, digging his nails in his back, continuously moaning in his mouth.

“More Edo more please”

The first few times they had sex Bez had tried to restrain himself a bit, not to seem too eager or needy.

He had tried to not make it obvious he liked to be praised a lot, that he liked when he got his hair pulled or his neck kissed, that he wanted Edo to shut him up with a kiss when he got too loud or that he liked being spoiled and leaving the work to the others.

He gave up the act the one time Edo had kissed his neck a bit too much and Bez had come from a handjob and that, embarrassingly quickly, but Edo had just found that hot.

And he had learnt that by “more” Bez means “deeper and harsher” as in fuck me deeper and pull my hair and leave hickeys all over my body.

And that’s exactly what he wants to do now.

Starting with the hickeys, his neck is already pretty full, but a few retouches won’t hurt anyone.

So he just sucks a few more marks on his neck, making him whimper as he thrusts deeper into him, then he debates whether or not to take off Bez’s shirt to get to work on his nipples.

The answer is yes, if the neck gets him like that nipples get him worse

“Pretty, so so pretty for me Marco” “Fuck” “Arms up, good”

He takes off Bez’s shirt with no problems, noticing the chill on his skin once it gets removed.

Edo goes to bite and suck at his right nipple, teasing him about how fucked out he already looks, the pace still the same.

It’s barely a matter of seconds before Bez’s hand is in his boyfriend's hair tugging at them because it already feels like too much.

“Edo please stop teasing” “Ah but you look and sound so pretty when I do”

 AS if it was a spell Bez moans again, louder, and moves his hand to touch himself, but Edo is quicker and pins it on the mattress, letting go of his nipple.

“Don’t touch” “No come on please” “You tried to get me jealous before, that's not something I should reward you for now is it?” “Please”

“Next time you’ll learn not to piss me off mh? Should thank me I��m fucking you at all after what you pulled out there”

Bez groans and tries to buck his hips up to get some friction, but that only causes Edo to stop thrusting into him, and fuck no that’s worse.

“You stay put and I fuck you until you cum ok?” “Fuck you” “That’s not an answer” “Ok I will” “Good”

Edo smiles, leaving a soft pec on his lips before resuming the pace, going a bit deeper this time, Bez clenching around him.

It’s a mess of moans and heat and lust, none of the two wants this to be over.

When Edo gets his mouth on Bez’s pierced nipple it’s game over for the younger.

He already is hypersensitive there, but with the tattoo and the piercing it’s all multiplied, he probably could come just by Edo playing with him like that.

“You get so tight when I tease you here it’s crazy” “you - fuck - more please” “More? You sure you can handle it?” “I’m not made of glass” “As you wish”

He picks up the pace once again, feeling Bez getting closer and moaning louder, like he’s in fucking heat, and it makes his mind explode.

Bez is too perfect for his own good, he’s caught god knows how many people staring at him, commenting on him, his body, his godforsaken hands.

He has got those long slim fingers he absolutely loves, the small tattoo of a “12” on his ring finger.

All the other tattoos on his arms and the ones Edo did himself.

It was hot tattooing him, he wasn’t the first nor the last to get hard while getting a tattoo, but he was for sure the hottest.

Bez feels like he’s about to die, he needs to touch himself, needs to get his release, needs Edo to kiss him and make him cry from how good this is.

With a deeper thrusts Edo finally cums inside him, moaning in Bez’s ear and teasing his dick with his free hand.

“Please please let me cum Edo please” “Promise not to get me jealous anymore” “Yeah fuck I promise I swear just let me cum” “Just because you’re pretty”

All it takes is a few strokes to his dick and Bez is moaning again and painting his abs and chest white, shaking under Edo and reaching out for him to kiss him.

Their lips meet and it’s sweet now, even with the smell of sex in the room.

Edo pulls out and rolls on the bed to be next to Bez, hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

“Can’t believe I get to have you Marco, you’re so perfect” “Stop” “No you’re cute when you blush like this”

They both laugh, Bez feels once again like a teenager with his first love.

And it kinda is like that, Edo is the first guy he’s ever done something with, the one who actually made him realize he liked guys too, so it kinda is like a teenager discovering love.

Bez’s phone starts ringing, ad he ignores it, who the fuck is calling at 3am on a Saturday?

But it rings again, then Edo’s as well. This must be important.

Bez picks up the phone and he hears his PR manager shouting, he’s too tired to properly understand, just the words “photos” and “public” make it to his brain.

“Ari slow down I don’t understand anything lower your voice” “Bezzecchi I fucking swear I’m gonna KILL YOU if you don’t get your ass here in one hour! Your friend posted a picture of you and your boyfriend making out AND IT GOT PUBLIC. If I get fired because you can’t keep it in your pants I’m gonna cut it off you get me?”

He sits up on the bed, swearing and feeling dizzy.

“Ale posted the picture on the wrong account Marco”

“Yeah I fucking know! They called me and told me I gotta go to the head quarters fucking hell people saw it Edo people saw it and it’s going around”

They climb down the stairs, got dressed in a rush, clothes half creased and still smelling like sex.

“Guys guys I’m sorry I thought it was the private profile I swear sorry I didn't mean to” “No it’s - it’s ok they’re already beginning to handle it but I gotta go” “I’m gonna kill myself” “You don’t do that, thank you very much” “I stay here, you go”

Bez looks at both of them, then fixes his gaze on Edo.

“No, come with me” “Marco” “Please, if they tell me - I don’t know what they’ll tell me, I need someone with me” “Are you sure?” “Yes. Yes I want you there” “Maybe it’s better I don’t come, you can say I kissed you but you don’t like guys and -”

“Edo I don’t give a fuck if people call me slurs after seeing that picture, they already tell me all kind of shit, I won’t get depressed if they know I like guys”

He’s debating internally, of course he wants to be close to his boyfriend, but he’s scared for his future as a rider if this becomes a public relationship.

“Please don’t leave me alone”

They look into each other's eyes and Edo nods, following him to the car and climbing in the passenger seat.

“I’m sorry” “Don’t be sorry Edo we didn’t do anything wrong”

And he knows, he knows they didn’t but Bez is not just a someone, he’s an athlete, public figure, and everyone knows it’s really fucking difficult to be public with your sexuality in a sport, especially sports like these.

But Bez is Bez, they’ll find a solution, this is not the end of the world, they’ll play it off as a stupid dare or something similar, they’ll get the pic off Instagram in a few days and it’ll be ok.

He knows it’ll be when he looks over to Bez and he looks back at him for a moment before getting his eyes back on the road, moving a hand to rest on his thigh, not sexual, just reassuring.

Yeah it’s gonna be ok for them.

[andyling]

THEN WHAT SANEMI THEN WHAT

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF TANJIRO DIDN'T INTERFERE WITH YOUR FIGHT HUH TELL ME

[not-the-coffee-machine4]

Well, if you’re more nuts about the music rather than *them* I can def give ya some cool facts about their music

The Spanish guitar on Innuendo is Steve Howe (guitarist from Yes). The electric guitar however, is still Brian

the whooshy sounds at the beginning of The Prophet’s Song (On ANATO) are an air conditioner that they just put a mic with a phaser in front of 💀

the intro to Ogre Battle (Queen II) is the outro but backwards

the “instrumental” section of Seaside Rendezvous (ANATO) includes zero actual instruments and is just Freddie and Roger vocalizing instrument noises. (Some people who didn’t already know may find that very hard to believe, so I linked the Wiki source, Freddie has also confirmed it in an interview I can’t find rn but if you have TikTok, here’s Roger also confirming it)

Brian May is trained on piano, here’s a list of the songs it’s him on Piano on

Roger Taylor plays almost all the instruments on Fight From the Inside

The thunderclap in Dead On Time (Jazz) was real and recorded by Brian. He credited God for it on the album 💀

the wobbly guitar sound on the line “I’m hearing secret harmonies” in A Kind of Magic is actually (randomly) Roger, who picked up the Red Special while Brian was out (I JUST saw the interview where Brian said this and now I can’t find it. Somebody help me out here. But he said he was NOT happy about that, lol)

if you didn’t already know, Love Of My Life is either not about Mary at all, or from her perspective (I personally think it’s the latter)

Tenement Funster, Flick of the Wrist, and Lily of the Valley are a medley. Highly recommend listening to them back to back

The story about Crazy Little Thing Called Love being written in 10 minutes in a bathtub is true. It’s also the only Queen song not to feature the Red Special at all (EDIT: sorry no, slight rephrase, it’s the only Queen song where none of the guitars are the Red Special (because there are songs like Dear Friends that don’t have guitars at all)

Death On Two Legs is about their real-life first manager, Norman Sheffield. Needless to say, they didn’t like him very much at the time

Fat Bottomed Girls (written by Brian) is about men too

as long as you don’t add Mad the Swine back in to the Queen I tracklist, ‘39 is Queen’s 39th song

Bijou (on Innuendo) was written to have guitar where verses should be and vocals where a guitar solo should be. It’s beautiful, give it a listen if you haven’t already

Okay hopefully you didn’t know all those already 😅 but yeah these guys are insane musicians and this is just like, the tip of the iceberg. and not to jinx it, but they also just appear to be cool people in general (nice, no allegations of anything, charitable, allies, etc) so I don’t mind them taking up too much of my brain lol

I went looking for fanvids set to Innuendo (any fandom) because it’s my favorite Queen song.

I could wish it wasn’t 10th Doctor only, but it is VERY well made, and matches up both musically and lyrically: