#they strike me as two pretty stubborn people

[elv-arts]

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Teehee I love smashing the things I like together at high velocity :) I had a thought that Ford would love studying xen fauna - he'd make so many nerd notes - and then I figured I'd stick the dangerous nerds together :)

[carmenberzattosgf]

the long awaited spanking fic

Content warnings: dom/sub dynamics, heavy spanking

I cannot get the brain rot for this out of my head. I was going to write a full fic for it first that includeded subspace but imma just do a spanking blurb for now to free myself from the thoughts… so basically stay tuned for this to be expanded

You did the thing that pisses off Carmy the most. You talked back to him during service in front of everyone. It was over something stupid, really, but your stubbornness got the best of you. As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them. The look on Carmen’s face was enough to shut you up for the rest of the night.

The car ride home is silent, dead silent. Carmy hasn’t said a word to you at all, and you don’t dare try and talk to him. You’re well aware you screwed up. You just aren’t sure what he’s going to do with you.

Carmy remains wordless as he parks the car in front of his apartment and heads to his door. You follow quickly behind him, watching as he digs in his pocket for his keys. Once he gets the door open, he walks straight to the couch to sit down, expecting you to close the door and lock up for him.

As soon as Carmy hears the lock click, he speaks in a firm, unwavering tone from where he sits on the couch. “Take off your clothes.”

His tone sends chills down your spine. He’s really fucking pissed. You walk towards him, standing right in front of the couch. “Carm, I’m—“ you begin to apologize, but Carmen doesn’t let you finish talking.

“I’m not going to repeat myself. Take them off. Now.”

“Y-yes, sir.” You remove your clothes as fast as you possibly can, not wanting to make him wait. You watch as Carmy sits up straight on the couch, slightly parting his knees.

“Bend over my lap,” he commands. Your legs move quickly as you bend over on his lap with your eyes facing the ground. His left hand hooks around your waist to steady you. His right hand rests right above your ass, lightly soothing the skin. “You were bad today. Talked back to me in front of everyone.”

“I’m sorry, Carmy. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s fucking obvious you weren’t thinking. How can I expect those people to listen to me when my own girlfriend won’t do what I ask of her? You know better than that. I’ve taught you better.”

“It’ll never happen again. I promise.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure of that. You’re going to learn your lesson. I’m giving you fifteen spanks.”

“Fifteen?” you audibly gasp at the number. He has never punished you with so many spanks. The max before had always been less than ten.

“And you’re going to count every single one of them. If you mess up, I’ll add another one. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir. I understand.” Not even wasting a second, Carmy’s hand strikes your ass. He’s not starting off easy. “Shit! O-one.” The next two spanks come one after another, hitting at different spots. Your body jolts in his grasp from the impact of each hit. “Two. Three.”

Carmy doesn’t give you time to think in between the strikes of his hand. Each one comes down harder than the one before it. The only sounds in the room are your strangled whines and the sound of his hand against your ass. You manage to count pretty well at first, but it gets harder as the heat between your legs increases.

“Are you getting wet right now?” He says before spanking you once more.

“t-ten.” It’s all you can say. Stringing together a sentence seems impossible.

“Are you already so stupid you can’t count and answer my question?” Carmy’s hand grips your raw skin as he spreads your legs to see for himself. He scoffs when he sees the wetness pooling between your legs, starting to make a wet spot on his pants. “You’re fucking dripping. You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you? Even my hands spanking you turns you on.”

He hits your ass twice in quick succession in the exact same spot. You cry out from the impact. Your skin is throbbing. “Eleven— Carm, please.” You beg, not quite sure what you’re asking.

“That was twelve. I guess you can’t even count right anymore. Now, I’m going up to sixteen.”

You tremble in his lap, holding onto his legs with a death grip. At this point, he’s lightened up on the force behind his hand. Carmy also directs some of the strikes on your upper thigh to give your ass a break. It’s completely raw from the spankings, red and pulsing with heat. You’re barely holding on when he delivers the last strike.

“S-s-sixteen—“ you gasp. Tears run down your cheeks as Carmy rubs the skin of your upper back.

“You did good, baby. You took that so well. Such a good girl. You just needed a little punishment to remind you who you listen to, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir. I’m so s-sorry Carm. I didn’t mean to make you so mad,” you speak through sobs. “I-I shouldn’t have done that I’m so sorry—“

“Shhh—baby. Calm down. I’m not mad at you anymore. You made a mistake and got punished for it. It’s all okay now. You don’t have to apologize again. I know you didn’t mean to upset me. Let me help you sit up, yeah? Need to see your face.”

With Carmy’s help, you sit up in his lap to face him. His hands cup your face, wiping the tears away with this thumbs. You get emotional in times like this, especially when Carmy looks at you with such adoration like he is right now. “I love you, Carm.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Can I take care of you now? I wanna make it all feel better.”

“Please. P-please. Need it,” you beg, feeling the his hard cock underneath you.

“I’ve gotcha. I’ll take care of you.”

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Yeah im sorry for leaving this here but i gotta have room to expand on this idea later. Hehehe so expect a more full length one shot with all of this once again and more soon!!

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

@jilymicrofics august 5: coffee

There’s a knock at the door, but James keeps his eyes on the computer screen, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the keys as he scans the inventory sheet.

“Oi.”

James's brow furrows slightly. "Hang on."

“We’ve got a customer situation.”

James looks up, his eyes meeting Sirius's. Sirius stands in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space, knuckles still poised over the doorframe.

"What sort of customer situation?" James asks, his voice edged with impatience.

Sirius grins widely. “A mad bird sort.”

James scoffs, running a hand through his hair as he shifts his focus back to the computer. "Why can’t you deal with it?"

Sirius sighs dramatically and leans against the doorframe. “She’s stubborn. Insists on talking to the owner.”

With a huff, James pushes away from the desk, the chair rolling back with a squeak. He stands up, stretching his back, and makes no effort to hide his annoyance as he shoulders past Sirius. This was the one hour of the day he managed to sequester himself in the cramped back office to catch up on paperwork. Coffee shops don’t run themselves.

Sirius follows hot on James's heels as he navigates his way back to the counter, snickering at his shoulder. He narrowly misses a full-on collision as James comes to a dead stop upon seeing her.

Her. Because she’s here.

“She’s fit, huh?” Sirius smirks. “I mean, if you don’t want to deal with it, I suppose I could—”

“I’ve got it.”

Sirius doesn’t reply, just shaking his head knowingly. James can’t even be bothered, because he knows he’s a besotted fool, but he doesn’t care.

“Oh, there you are,” she says as he walks over. Her eyes sweep shamelessly over him, and he feels a spark of that old adolescent pride. She’s stunning, with warm auburn hair cascading over her shoulders and striking green eyes that seem to burn as they lock onto his. “You’re the owner?”

“That’s me. How can I help you?”

“Well, I’ve heard great things about this place,” she says, eyes drifting briefly up to the menu board behind him, then right back to his eyes. 

“It’s… a great place,” James says lamely, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief, clearly enjoying being noticed by him as much as he’s enjoying being noticed by her. She leans forward on the counter, her delicate fingers tapping lightly against the surface. James takes a small step back to put some distance between them, so he doesn’t do something really stupid.

“What’s the specialty?” she asks, her lips curling into a playful smile.

“I don’t usually make the drinks,” he confesses.

She lifts an eyebrow. “But you’ll make one for me?”

James glances around the shop, ensuring Sirius isn’t idling nearby and that there aren’t any customers waiting in the queue. The cozy café is alive with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversations, but the coast seems to be clear.

“You know,” he says, dropping his voice, “it’s pretty bold of you to come in here looking like that.”

She smirks, pleased. “Looking like what?”

“Oh, don’t give me that rubbish,” he says, scoffing. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I’m just a girl looking for a nice cup of coffee,” she says, shrugging. She pushes her hair over her shoulder in a fluid motion, her deep auburn locks catching the light. James’s eyes follow the movement, and when he looks back at her face, her knowing smirk tells him it’s what she intended all along.

“You’re lethal is what you are,” he mutters, then without turning, calls out, “Sirius!”

Almost immediately, Sirius appears, clearly having been eavesdropping. “Alright?”

“Make my wife a vanilla latte, yeah?”

“Fucking hell,” Sirius grumbles. “I hate it when you do this. Just for the record. It’s really terrible.”

“Extra vanilla, please, Padfoot,” Lily adds, her gaze still locked on James, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Learn to have foreplay like normal people, please,” Sirius sighs, glancing dully between the two of them, before heading to the espresso machine, muttering, “You two were supposed to get less weird when you got married.”

[grimalkinmessor]

The parallels between Tsubomi and Reigen drive me so fucking insane you have no idea like—that shit had to be at least SOMEWHAT intentional even if not in a specifically romantic way.

For one, Tsubomi and Reigen are two of the only few people that call Shigeo "Mob" consistently. (Yes Tome also calls him Mob eventually but she starts out calling him Kageyama-kun and likely picks up "Mob-kun" from Inukawa or Reigen later on). We don't know how Reigen started calling Shigeo "Mob", though we can assume that Tsubomi was likely part of the group of kids that originally misread Shigeo's name as Mobbu to begin with so she's less of a mystery on that front. Maybe Reigen saw it written on his backpack or his shirt tag and started calling him that too, or maybe Mob even just told him that that's what everyone else called him and was what he prefered to be called at the time. Either way, it's a little odd that Reigen's one of the only people who use that nickname when we don't really get a reason why beyond "it can also be read like this", especially since Reigen is a grown man with (presumably) full literacy of kanji and would know how to read it.

Then there's the other obvious parallel that's made in the show; how Tsubomi and Reigen treat Mob. How they see his powers. They're not special, they're just a part of him. Nothing to be scared of—even though they kind of,,,,are lmao. The fact that Tsubomi continues to sit in the park even though a literal hurricane is approaching because she thought Mob sounded upset on the phone happens at the same time Reigen goes sprinting full-tilt into said hurricane because Mob is in trouble always stands out to me. It's less obvious than Mob's own words: "She never treated me any differently because of my powers" "Master never treated me any differently..."—but it's still a pretty blatant parallel to me.

Not to mention that both Reigen and Tsubomi's personalities are actually very similar as well! They're both described as people that hide behind a mask, a facade, while still being brutally stubborn. If Tsubomi doesn't want to do something, she's not gonna do it. While Reigen is more laid back because he's used to getting his hands dirty for work (money), he's still very stubborn himself when he doesn't wanna do something. He'll find a way to wriggle out of it and talk circles around you if you let him. Dimple even says that Tsubomi is the type of person who can't be swayed by words or peer pressure. She and Reigen were actually, again, two of the only people brainwashed through airborne Vibes™ instead of through food like everyone else. The biggest difference between them on this is that while Reigen lies fairly blatantly, Tsubomi seems to only lie through omission. Tsubomi is more of an introvert too, compared to Reigen's extrovert (though you could argue that both of them are good with people, with the only difference being that Reigen enjoys being the center of attention while Tsubomi presumably does not).

Plus they're both pretty goofy too once you think about it lmao. They're both prideful and hate to be humiliated, but they also care a lot about their public image and how people perceive them. Every time the scene with Tsubomi and her friends outside cleaning up leaves comes up, her expressions and panic always remind me of Reigen. And then there's Mob, calm and unjudgemental, willing to help her with no questions asked. Mitigating her humiliation, just like he does for Reigen :)

Another thing that always strikes me is how Mezato says, "If you can accept her for who she really is..." followed by Reigen's echo during his confession: "This is who I really am". Mezato essentially tells Mob that Tsubomi isn't who she seems on the outside and that if he wants to be accepted by her, he needs to also be ready to accept her as well. Which, we don't get to see much of Tsubomi's life outside of Mob—wow just like Reigen—so we don't ever really know who she is beyond that outer mask, but we see her slowly opening up to Mob later, as a friend. But the fact that Reigen's own confession mirrors Mezato's words to Mob about him accepting Tsubomi always makes me vibrate in place a little like,,,Confession Arc my beloved 🙏

I don't know man, there's just so much there, it makes my head spin. I could go on and on about it but I better cut myself off because if I don't I'll start crawling on the walls going feral about it because what, what was the point of this if not to make it clear that the relationship between Mob and Reigen is supposed to parallel his relationship with Tsubomi like what do you MEAN—

[mattiebluebird]

Yk that post that's like ‘signal is the spiritual successor to nightwing’ bc I DO & IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT NON-STOP.

And the comics pretty much confirm it (To Me) in Grayson #15.

So in this issue each of the Robins, minus Steph (RIP Steph) get paired off with one of the We Are Robin gang and give them their own advice on what it means to be Robin.

Tim—whose main problem with this whole thing is that they don't know these kids, how can they trust them?—gets paired with Andre Cipriani, a mob kid whose dad was murdered by a rival gang when he was eight years old. Tim trains Dre by having him fight blindfolded. He tells Dre that being a Robin is about truth and investigation, which makes sense, right? Tim became a Robin by figuring out Batman and Robin’s secret identity (keep this in mind, all the Robins’ advice links to their origin).

To be a Robin, you have to understand what you don't know. And then you must seek to know it. You must always ask: how can I see into the dark? Batman once told me, being a Robin can be summarized into one word: investigation.

These two were an interesting choice to pair up. I would've thought they'd put Dre with Jason, given their violent tendencies—Dre is smart, but at this point in the comics doesn't strike me as particularly investigative. Then again, right after this arc he goes undercover in a gang, so maybe he learned something?

Speaking of learning something: at first I thought they should've paired Dre with Steph (#teamcriminaldads lmao), and while that would be an interesting team, Dre did learn from Tim. If Riko were present in this issue, she would've been a good fit for Steph, as she idolizes the Batgirls and Steph was both a Batgirl and a Robin. Plus, Steph and Riko are both brave & have mean streaks, something that Riko has trouble showing because of her shyness. Steph’s advice probably would've been along the lines of “being a Robin is about defiance”.

Besides, if Tim and Dre weren't paired up, we never would've gotten this interaction.

— You like Liszt.

— What?

— Franz Liszt. The composer. You play the piano. I looked you up. People who play the piano like Liszt.

Points to Tim for the most autistic small talk ever. ‘You like this, which I know because I researched you in a totally non-creepy way.’ Amazing. 10/10.

Dax gets paired with Jason. They're interesting parallels. Dax is the inventor/mechanic of the team, but also sort of the wild card with very strong morals, like Robin!Jason in a way. Like Jason, Dax’s father is (implied to be) a crook, though they took different moral directions because of that—Dax is completely opposed to gun violence.

Anyways, Jason's main reservation is that you can't have Robin without Batman. And I guess he decided to solve this issue by just becoming Batman & making the WAR crew relive his origin story by stealing tires from the mob.

Y'know, kid, Batman once told me, being a Robin comes down to one word: confidence.

Jason Todd, the Crime Alley street kid who had the balls (and the skills) to steal Batman's tires and get away with it. Sort of. Confidence, indeed.

Damian's problem with the Robins is, of course, that they're weak, and strength (according to him) can't be trained; you either got it or you don't. He gets paired with Izzy, who probably has the toughest home life of the WAR crew. Her brother's in a gang (that he regularly beats her up for not joining), and she's failing all her classes because she's too busy working night shifts at her mom's restaurant to sleep or do homework.

So Damian's advice to her is pretty apt:

Batman told me that there is one word that captures the essence of being Robin. Suffering.

Damian and Izzy are both outwardly surly, stubborn characters who have had to fight to survive. Notably, Izzy is the first of the crew to almost resort to killing/guns (in WAR #6). She's also probably the best fighter in the WAR crew after Dre and Riko. She does dancing, gymnastics, judo, and kick-boxing.

And, finally, we reach the point of this whole post: Dick & Duke.

Duke deduces Dick's secret identity in like .5 seconds.

— I've solved a lot of hard in my time. This ain't hard.

— No. No, it wasn't hard. Not for you. Again, Duke Thomas?

Dick: You discovered my secret identity!

Duke: What? Like its hard?

After scoping out their strengths and weaknesses, Dick sends the Robins on individual assignments: Dre and Tim to investigate, Dax and Jason to cause a distraction, Izzy and Damian to apprehend Robo-Batman/Gordon.

Dick brings Duke on to a roof for a stake-out, where they have this exchange.

— You think only the originals understand how to be Robin?

— Nope.

— Yeah. Me neither.

Then it turns out that Dick actually turned them all in to the cops because he wanted them out of harm's way. He's been watching Duke for a while and he knows he's scared of heights, so he led him onto a roof he knew he couldn't get off of. Just before they part ways, Dick imparts his Crucial Robin Advice:

Batman once wais to me that being a Robin is about one thing. Family.

(I find this whole thing super ironic considering Dick's whole aside concerning the Robins was the fact that it doesn't matter if people know you're manipulating them as long as it works.)

The point of Robin? Family. Dick and Duke are alike in this way. Dick only became Robin to get justice for his parents’ murder. Duke only joined WAR to find his parents.

Their origins and motivations are similar, and so are the characters themselves. Dick is often called the world's second-greatest detective next to Batman himself. Duke is a child prodigy—one of our first introductions to his character is when he tried to solve the Riddler's riddles in Zero Year. He loves puzzles. He's an amazing detective.

And, of course, one of the things we know and love about Nightwing is his inherent kindness, something that's present throughout Duke’s entire character arc. Even their hero names, Signal and Nightwing, are parallels of each other (light and dark). Batman’s first sidekick and his last. And, like Nightwing, Signal formed his own team (WAR) with no help from the others (except Alfred ig).

Of course, the entire point of Signal’s character is that he's not just a Robin. He's something different. It reminds me of that post that's like—’poor dick grayson, originator of a legacy he never meant to be a legacy, crushed with guilt and jealousy when he looks at all those who came after’. To me at least, it makes sense that Nightwing’s successor would've never been a Robin at all.

[vashiguro]

give me tough love— toji fushiguro x fem reader

you always seem to bring out the worst in toji.

𓆩⟡𓆪 tags fem!reader meandom!toji toxic relationship established relationship unsafe sex degradation namecalling dacryphilia use of handcuffs breeding size kink size difference

𓆩⟡𓆪 word count 4.7k

𓆩⟡𓆪 author's notes hello yes this has been published on ao3 so do not accuse me of stealing lmao this is my work i just have decided to migrate onto tumblr a bit

toji’s big. he’s always known he was big— big in all senses of the word.

six foot three in high school, now six foot six as an adult, he can never find the right pants in a regular department store that cover his ankles or match his waist; it’s always one or the other. shirts never fit his chest or arms and shoes are an even bigger hassle.

big hands, big feet, a big fucking cock.

he’s never been one of those people that exaggerates his size in an attempt to show off because he’s never had to. when engaging in the teenage boy act of comparing penis sizes, he could proudly boast his own size and whip it out for proof if it came to it (not that he ever did). no because toji is big, and even on the laundry list of things he’s lied about in his life, his cock has never been one of them.

he’s never measured himself— his ego’s big enough as it is— but if he had to put a number to it, he’d say he’s a solid eight inches when erect.

and toji loves how fucking big he is compared to you.

he loves how he can pin you with just one hand, whether it be squeezing your thighs together, pinning your hips down, trapping your wrists above your head. he gets off on watching you squirm and try to push him off, your hands clawing at his arm as you whine about how mean he is.

he’s not denying it, no, he is an asshole. toji loves using his power, his dominance, over you, especially when he’s pistoning into you, dangling your release right over your pretty little head. it’s just out of reach and he finds it absolutely precious to watch you try and form a coherent sentence from the babbles falling from your lips.

but he hasn’t done that to you in a hot minute now.

the two of you have been arguing nonstop for the past week now. neither of you remember how it started because, when that topic is even alluded to, you argue over it too; neither of you can take it. toji claims it’s because you’ve been being a bitch lately and you say it’s because you’re fed up with the way he bullies you.

you go to work, you come home, but you keep your distance from toji, not giving him so much as a glance when he enters whatever room you’re in because both of you know, snarky remarks will be exchanged and bombs will be dropped.

and when you guys argue, there’s absolutely no middle ground. toji’s hard headedness coupled with your stubbornness continues to add fuel to the fire. it’s almost exhausting because neither one of you will admit that you’re wrong and neither of you are willing to negotiate. 

so you’re ignoring him and you have been for the past 24 hours. no arguing, no yelling, nothing. just cold silent treatment. toji thinks it's childish, the way you're sulking about and pouting like a damn child.

you don’t even come to bed tonight which really pisses toji off. he didn’t think you had the nerve to do something like that, to show him up like that, but when the clock strikes midnight and you still aren’t in bed, he realizes how serious you’re taking this shit.

truth be told, this isn’t your guys’ worst argument. more than once you’ve left to stay with a friend or your parents because you just couldn’t handle being in toji’s presence without lashing out, so to him, this is child’s play. he isn’t taking it nearly as seriously as you are. he’s simply playing along to entertain your pettiness because you’re pretty fucking mad at him.

but he’s getting tired of it. you haven’t tried anything bratty with him, haven’t touched him in a week, and he’s itching in his own skin at the feeling of being so sexually frustrated. he can’t even jack off because he doesn’t want to look like a pussy to you. he doesn’t want to see how bad you’re messing with him by actually standing up for yourself.

but when you don’t come to bed, it’s not just because you’re mad at toji; it’s because you’re out. you snuck out and he didn’t even realize it. he doesn’t realize until he actually leaves the bedroom and notices your purse is missing and you aren’t on the couch.

oh, you have fucking done it now.

the closest thing to toji, he doesn’t know what the hell it was, is picked up and chucked against the wall. you had the audacity, the absolute nerve, to ignore him and go wherever the hell you felt like just because you were mad at him? and at this time of night? he’s less worried about the threats that lurk in the night and more concerned about where you are.

nearing one in the morning, the only possible places you can be are the club or the bar.

and either option pisses toji off. he can only imagine what you’re wearing. something revealing, something tight, something showing off all your assets that should be reserved for his eyes only. you’d be all dolled up and he’s not even there to see it. some perv is looking at you, thinking about taking you home for the night, and it makes him livid.

he considers calling you, considers lashing out at you over the phone and berating you for disobeying him like you did, but that would prevent you from coming home and that’s the last thing he wants.

because, right now, he wants nothing more than to put you in your place.

toji leans against the kitchen counter, his head bowed low and his eyes shut. his arms and chest are heavily striated due to how hard he’s gripping the counter, and if it weren’t granite, the countertop probably could've snapped from the pressure. he’s genuinely rocking back and forth, running solely on adrenaline and pure anger.

toji’s never put his hands on you, he’s never even entertained that idea, but right now, he’d do anything to put you in your place.

he can hear your keys jingle on the other side of the door. he never liked how much shit you have hanging from your keychain; all those random plush animals and souvenir-type shit he found unnecessary. he can hear the keys fall, you swear under your breath, and the lock jiggle as you attempt to find the key to the front door.

toji can only hope it’s because it’s dark and not because you’re inebriated. 

he’s moving across the apartment to meet you and you’re not even halfway through the door before toji’s slamming it shut and cornering you against the wall, your eyes only inches away from his bare chest. you let out a gasp of surprise and clutch your purse against your stomach.

toji’s eyes sweep over your body and his intuition was correct. although your mouth doesn’t smell like alcohol, you carry the scent in your hair and on your dress. and that dress was fucking skin tight; you look like you can barely breathe. it’s black and strapless and your tits are practically spilling out of the top. he’s never seen it before and, frankly, he could care less where you got it at this point because he’s only moments away from ripping it off your body.

“where the fuck were ya?” he growls, his tone leaving no room for any funny business from you. “huh? ya really have some fuckin’ nerve, sneakin’ out dressed like that, girl.”

you let out a scoff, but toji hits the door above your head harshly with his hand, immediately removing any ideas of retaliation in your head. to be fair, he was asleep and he’s a heavy sleeper. you didn’t drink for a reason; it’d be difficult to explain why you’re hungover in the morning if you had gotten away with it.

“dressed like what?” 

“like a slut,” he spits. “you’re dressed like a two dollar whore and ya smell like liquor, so where the fuck were ya? and don’t ya dare lie to me right now.”

you grit your teeth at his harsh words. toji’s not nice, especially when he’s angry, but he’s never called you a slut or a whore unless he was fucking you. in an attempt to look away, toji grabs your face with his hand, harshly squeezing your cheeks and pulling you towards him. it’s dark and the rest of the apartment is shrouded in darkness behind him, but you can see his face clearly now and the rage is undeniably there.

“look at me when i’m talking to ya. answer my question.”

you swallow your pride and blink up at him, trying to muster up any last remorse you can from him before he snaps. “i was at a club.”

toji laughs to himself, but there’s nothing funny about that. he’s squeezing your face a little too hard to the point that it’s uncomfortable, but you don’t dare to give him lip right now.

“ya snuck out and went to a club dressed like this?” he reaches behind you and grabs your ass, eliciting a sharp inhale from you. “and what was your goal, huh? did ya get the googly eyes ya wanted? did ya plan on fuckin’ the first guy that looked at ya?”

“sorry” is all you can get out.

“sorry ain’t gonna cut it this time.”

in one swift motion, he lugs you over his shoulder, gripping the underside of your thighs. you drop your bag in the process as you attempt to claw at his back and squirm. you kick your legs, but your dress is hiked up and he uses the opportunity to plant a harsh slap to your ass which makes you yelp.

it stings, but knowing him, this might be the most mild punishment he could’ve given you, so you don’t open your mouth.

“don’t try nothin’ silly with me right now,” he warns, “or i swear to ya, ‘m gonna make ya fuckin’ regret it.”

in an instant, you’re in your bedroom and you’re tossed onto the bed like you weigh nothing. the sheets are disheveled from toji’s restless sleep while your side remains perfectly made, an unpleasant reminder of why you’re in this situation.

“i’ve tried to make amends with ya, baby, i really did—” he leans over and grabs your dress from either side— “but you’ve really done it today.”

you didn’t think he’d be able to do it, but he tears your right off your body. the sound of it ripping is mocking, a fat middle finger in the face from toji since you dared to disrespect him like you did.

you’re vulnerable before him, only your panties blocking his eyes from what he really wants, but that flimsy piece of fabric is not enough to hide everything. he squats down at the foot of the bed and parts your thighs, revealing your inner thighs. it’s humiliating, like you’re being spayed by his eyes alone, and the cool air from the overhead fan doesn’t help.

it’s condescending, those green eyes. “you’re a fuckin’ whore. you’re wet from this? or did some other man get ya worked up, huh?”

he runs a finger over your clothed slit, grazing over your engorged clit, making you whimper. you too have felt the repercussions of this argument; you’ve never been so pent up in your life. you easily could’ve masturbated, but in your true, stubborn nature, you had no intention of giving toji that satisfaction.

“n-no,” you stammer. you attempt to shut your thighs, but his grip on them is iron tight. “not another man.”

“so i got ya wet from beratin’ ya?” he sounds surprised, but the look on his face shows that he’s pleased with himself. “god, you’re fuckin’ pathetic.”

you can feel your throat sting, a precursor to waterworks. you don’t know why it’s upset you, toji’s always mean before sex, but coupled with sexual frustration, it’s enough to make you emotional.

“it’s not,” you mutter. “i can’t help it.”

“ya can’t help it?” toji mocks, his voice low and patronizing. “you were gonna get fucked tonight whether it was on my cock or somebody else’s, weren’t ya?”

that’s not true, but you can’t tell him that. you can’t tell him that maybe you would’ve teased some drunk sleaze and let him touch you, but you wouldn’t let him fuck you. but toji doesn’t think that’s true and the last thing you want to do is tell toji he’s wrong.

a pitiful whimper leaves your lips. you’re not saying anything, so in toji’s mind, he’s right. and you’re in no position to test him.

once more, he’s destroying your clothing. the light pink panties you wear, a personal favorite of his, were the ones he first fucked you in in the back of your car. even back then he was close to ripping them up; he merely pushed them to the side to slip his cock in. but this time he rips them clean in half, tossing the remnants atop the disfigured dress on the floor.

“answer me, whore,” he snaps. he raises his hand and lands a heavy hit on the inside of your thigh, making you wince. “were ya tryin’ to get fucked tonight? were ya really that desperate?”

you frantically shake your head. a tease! you were trying to be a tease if anything! he slaps the inside of your thigh again, this one more harsh than the former. it stings and you can almost feel the imprint of his hand engraved into your thighs from those two hits alone.

“‘m sorry, toji,” you mewl as you watch him rise to his feet.

“and what’d i say? sorry ain’t gonna cut it.”

you watch as his hand disappears into his nightstand and you feel your stomach tighten. the sound of metal on metal doesn’t help, and when he pulls out those handcuffs, you know you fucked up.

and it’s not the fuzzy ones from some sex shop. toji got these when he himself chose to run away from an officer (you're still unsure how he slipped out of them). they’re a little janky because of it, but they hurt. he only ever whips them out when he’s pissed because he knows that they hurt you. they dig into your skin and bruise them, causing your wrists to ache for days after, especially because he tightens them so much.

he grabs both your wrists in one hand and tugs you towards him. “no, toj, please.”

“shuddup.” he seals your fate by locking them tightly around your wrist and tossing the key back into his nightstand. “i’m fed up with your shit.”

the bed creaks as he climbs onto it. settling in his spot, he lies down, his back propped up against the headboard. he grabs the chain that holds your cuffs together and pulls you towards him. you can’t help but wince as the serrated insides dig into your wrist.

“get on,” he tells you. “you’re ridin’ me ‘til i tell ya to stop.”

your cheeks flush and your heart drops. toji knows how much you hate riding him. he’s too big for you and he knows that. you can barely take him in missionary or mating press, and on top, he’s constantly bumping against your cervix and there’s nowhere for you to move but right back down on it.

“toji.”

“quit bitchin’ and get on my cock.”

with no room left for argument, you fumble with the waistband of his sweatpants and push them down his thighs. you swallow hard at the sight of his print against his boxers and you’re careful when exposing him. toji holds it up with his left hand and uses his right to pull you over his thighs.

“i don’t got all day, doll,” he grumbles. “let’s go.”

he holds your bound wrists against his stomach and watches keenly as your slick pussy hovers over his angry tip. slowly but surely, you lower yourself onto him, whining as it stretches you out. usually, he’s already fingered you and you’re somewhat prepared to take him, so you forgot how much it initially hurts.

toji, on the other hand, can’t help but chew on his bottom lip to contain his own pleasure. it feels like heaven, the initial tightness. that feeling compares to nothing; not his hand, not a sex toy, could fucking replace it.

“ah, fuck,” he grumbles. "shit. ya feel like a damn virgin."

it’s so fucking hard for toji to stay mad at you when you look so fucking precious riding his cock. the way your tits bounce, the way you whine and whimper, your pretty face scrunched up from breathing heavy.

you noticed when pulling down his pants that he hadn’t shaved (awesome). each time you move back down on his cock, you’re grazed by the coarse hairs surrounding the base and it makes you wince. toji doesn’t have a preference for whether you’re shaved or not (what kind of man would he be if he was scared away by a little hair?), but shaving is the one thing you usually ask of him.

not that you’re in any position to tell him what to do right now.

he kneads your ass with his hand, his way of encouraging you to grind further down on him. “you’re so good at ridin’ me. my cock was made for ya, wasn’t it, brat?”

“uh-huh,” you huff breathlessly. “it was.”

toji’s tip bumping against your cervix makes your head spin. before him, you couldn’t fathom the idea of getting off on vaginal sex alone. your previous partners were good, but they never had the confidence (or the size) of toji, and you only ever finished when they went down on you.

“such a dirty whore,” he coos. “so good at keepin’ my cock warm.”

he pulls down on your cuffs, breaking your posture slightly. toji grabs the back of your neck and brings your face down to his, pressing his mouth against yours. his tongue demands submission from yours and every noise is swallowed by him. your moans and whimpers serve as fuel to him; they encourage him to make you feel good. and the feel of that jagged scar adorning his lips is something that’ll never get old to you.

toji’s hands move to your inner thighs, gripping the muscles as they flex and relax with each motion. he loves watching you work for him. your legs burn and you’re shiny with sweat, and he can see you’re exhausted.

“toj,” you breathe. “‘m tired.”

toji lets out a low laugh and shakes his head. “ya think i’m gonna let ya get off that easily?”

he was. he was moments away from cumming, but he will only cum if he’s the one in control, when you’re flat on your back and he can see every ounce of him that cascades down your tummy and onto the bed. he loves painting your skin white and watching every bit of it settle on your soft skin.

god, he’s gonna get you pregnant.

“please, toji,” you beg, your eyes shiny with tears. “‘m sorry for being- being a brat. please- need t’stop.”

toji’s mean, he’s not evil. your pleas make him feel infinitesimally guilty and those fat tears welling in your eyes make him sigh and roll his own.

“you’re pathetic, ain't ya?”

in a moment, he’s grabbing you by your hips and flipping you over, pressing you flat against the bed. though teetering on his own pleasure, he pulls out of you, hissing as your walls tighten against him.

toji traps your arms above your head while he pulls your labia apart, his eyes falling on your cute little clit. even in the midst of turmoil, you’re still toji’s needy little girlfriend. and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he ignored your needs?

his fingers dip into the warmth of his mouth before he reaches between your legs, applying gentle pressure to your clit. toji nestles his face into your neck as your silence is replaced by quiet whimpers.

he’s breathing near your ear and you can feel the kitten licks on the curve of your neck as his mouth latches onto you. the pressure from your cuffs, the pleasure from him toying with your clit, the pain from the formation of the hickeys, it’s all starting to become a little too much.

“ya really pissed me off today,” toji hums, his teeth grazing your skin. “didn’t think ya had it in ya t’disobey me.”

he presses your clit in between the pads of his fingers, making your body jolt. “to go out like that, dressed like a tramp? i mean, what if my family saw ya? saw my girlfriend wanderin’ the streets, lookin’ like a cheap slut.”

you let out a shaky sob as he pinches your clit again, only to soothe it with gentle circles. “you— you were ignoring me all day, toji. ‘m sorry. you were being so— so mean.”

toji huffs into your neck before pulling away. he looks down, his green eyes laden with indistinguishable emotion. he’s quickly moving down on you, his tongue licking every bead of sweat that cascades down your glistening body. your inner thighs match the rest of your body, wet and eager.

he hooks his arms beneath your thighs and latches onto your clit, sending a ripple through your body. it’s mind-numbing the way he uses his tongue. whether it’s flat and broad, or pointed and precise, you’re convinced he was blessed with his mouth solely to pleasure you.

“i’m mean because i need to keep ya in your place.” he’s almost too big to fit between your legs, but he makes it work by tossing your legs over his shoulders. “not callin’ no whore my girlfriend.”

his tongue glides between your slick lips before your poor slit is ravaged by his tongue. his thumbs are long enough to reach your clit and with alternating strokes between the left, right, and his tongue, you’re already on the precipice of the end.

“toji!” you whine as your wrists strain against your cuffs. “i won’t do it again! p-promise! i— agh, didn’t mean to, ‘m sorry!”

toji’s satisfaction is present as he looks up between your legs. with his eyebrows furrowed and the ghost of a grin on his arousal-coated lips, he’s got you where he wanted. it’s always delightful to put you in your place when you’re being a brat.

he’s pulling your clit in between his teeth, making you sob. his canines are so sharp and your bud is just so precious, but so tainted by toji’s malevolence. he knows he’s being cruel, but it’s all to make sure you never, ever try to leave him.

you’d be dead before you could even think about walking away.

toji’s not giving in- he’s pussy drunk. you’re melting on his tongue like a sweet piece of candy, something someone like him doesn’t deserve. watching and hearing you squirm when he’s barely putting any effort in holding you down just reminds him how delicate you are compared to him.

“toji, i’m g’na cum, toji,” you sob, your face ridden with tears. “‘hurts, toji. ah— hurts so- so good, toji.”

you’re aching from his tongue alone. you can’t fathom him putting his cock back in you, not when you’re already broken down like this. his nose is bumping against your clit and he sounds so fucking hot panting into your pussy. 

the slight sound of you squirting is enough for toji to orgasm right then and there. your body contorts and your back arches as your legs violently shake against his head, threatening to squeeze it. toji’s welcoming it, encouraging it, as his mouth enshrouds your urethra, allowing every drop to collect on his tongue.

it’s sweet, almost. so fucking sweet, just like you.

you’re still sobbing, your poor body already wracked from orgasming. but toji’s not done with you when he’s licking his lips and crawling up the bed like a predator. he dips down and licks those salty tears straight off your face, only making you cry even more.

“don’t cry yet, baby,” he croons, gently biting your cheek. “i ain’t even done with ya.”

toji encapsulates your wrists in his hands and presses his piquant mouth onto your quivering lips, a mere distraction from him pushing all the way into you. you’re immediately filled up to the hilt with that single motion, an intoxicating yet agonizing feeling. your cries are swallowed by his mouth, only to be overridden by his own moans of pleasure.

“fuck, baby. can’t stay mad at ya, not with this pretty lil’ pussy.”

your poor spongy walls clench desperately, still not accommodated to his size after all these years. he’s colliding with your insides with every stroke, relentlessly bullying the makeup of your body. it’s such an intoxicating feeling.

“always takin’ me so deep, doll. prettiest pussy i’ve ever fucked. so fuckin’ cute, y’know that?”

heavy balls collide with your underside, coupled with the sound of your pussy squelching and your sweaty skin briefly coming together with every thrust. toji’s molding your walls, only preparing you for what’s to come.

toji descends back on your lips with hot, wet kisses, practically slobbering over the entirety of your mouth. he’s emptying desperate moans down your throat while his thick fingers dig into your throbbing wrists, and for once, he feels pathetic. he’s never felt this needy for you before, never felt such a carnal desire to make sure everybody knows you belong to him, but when he saw you in that dress, he knew that simply lavishing your neck with purple bruises wouldn’t be enough.

he had to make a mark, a permanent one.

he’s always pulled out before, always respected your wishes to not risk it, but he’s had enough and tonight was the final straw.

“‘m g’na come in ya, baby. g’na make ya a mama, huh?”

choked sobs fall from your lips at his words. you have the financial capability to raise a child, but the mental capability? you’ve never seriously thought about it unless you missed a period or toji pulled out a little too late. you’ve always been told you’d make a wonderful mom, but hasn’t everybody heard that once or twice?

“toj,” you hiccup, your weak body just barely squirming against toji’s force. “you— you can’t say that. ‘s not funny.”

“not tryna be funny, doll.” each slap of skin on yours and puncturing stroke against your cervix brings toji closer to release. “y’hear ya pussy squelchin’ like that? poor thing practically beggin’ f’me to nut in her.”

it’s harmoniously taunting. you can feel your walls tighten against toji’s thickening cock, and as the pistoning only becomes more feverish, the end is near and the only possible finish is your inevitable pregnancy.

“jus’ imagine, baby. your tits swelled with milk, all puffy with my kid growing inside ya.” toji’s grip tightens on your wrists, practically welding the metal into your skin. “god, i’d never keep my hands off ya. can ya imagine that?”

you shut your eyes as tears dribble down your face, but you nod. you nod because you can’t help but imagine that, toji as a father. toji may not be the kindest person in the world, but when the two of you are in public together and a child is presence, there is an undeniable softness in his eyes that you notice. he’d never hone on something unless he wanted it badly.

“i know, toj,” you hiccup. “i love you, toj. love you— ahh, so bad. ‘m gonna cum— hah.”

“fuck, baby. shit, fuck, fuck— g’na cum, baby. wanna get ya pregnant so bad. need t’get ya pregnant, mama.”

toji’s strokes stutter and as he wraps a thick arm around your sweaty body, you can feel his cock twitch before your lower belly fills with warmth. it feels like gallons of his cum is being emptied into you, all ready to fertilize one single egg, and it’s almost a majestic feeling. as you hit your high once more, drenching the base of toji’s cock, he soothes your shaking body as he gently strokes your head.

you’re completely numb, but feeling completely euphoric. the feeling of toji’s arms around you is comforting. it’s knowing that it’s not a one time thing, that he wants to, needs to, stay by your side. you can barely breathe under the weight of his body as the both of your breaths intermingle.

“i love ya, sweet girl, so fuckin’ much.”

[writercole]

I Can Fix Him

Summary: Rivals with benefits turns into something…more.

Words: 1700ish

Warnings: 18+. NSFW. Brat taming, rough sex, orgasm denial, breeding kink, condescension

Credits: No beta; @clairewritesandrambles for the encouragement.

A/N: I…I don’t know where this came from. I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what the word sorry means in this case because I am not.

“What did you say?” 

Scott’s voice echoed through the room despite the quiet way he spoke. It boomed in your ears and you fought the urge to smile.

“I’m pretty sure you heard me. Or is your hearing gone, too?”

It had been one of the longest days on record, definitely one of the longest in your history with Scott Miller, MIT graduate and royal pain in your ass. He was brilliant, there was no denying it. But his people skills were…rusty. 

He stalked forward like a tiger protecting his pride, muscles tense and coiled to strike at the right moment. He stopped just short of standing on your shoes and glared down at you, his eyes dark and clouded. “Apologize.”

The growl sent a shiver down your spine. You suppressed it as best as you could, raising your chin defiantly as you met his fiery gaze. “No.”

The chuckle surprised you, rumbling deep from his chest. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you. I think it’s time we put it to good use.” 

Before you could retort, his large hand forced your jaw open and his tongue pushed into your mouth. This wasn’t a new thing with the two of you; rivals with benefits would perfectly describe your relationship if you weren’t forced to be a partner to him.

Your body melted into him and he dropped his hand from your jaw to your ass, his beefy arms lifting you with ease and backing you against the wall, keeping you at his near six and a half foot tall face instead of stooping down to move his lips against yours. 

You were suddenly glad you’d chosen the skirt today.

Scott’s thick torso pressed you against the wall as his hands slid under your dress. He found your core covered with a pair of cotton panties and he growled, pulling back. 

“Why do you wear underwear when you know I’m going just going to fuck the brat out of you?”

“I can’t make it that easy for you, Scotty.” The sneer on his lips before he ripped a hole in your crotch was worth whatever else came from calling him by the nickname he despised. 

“You’re going to pay for that.” 

His hands deftly unbuckled his belt and pulled his thick cock out, stroking it a few times before dropping you down the wall a few inches to press the head of his cock against your dripping entrance. A raise of his eyebrow conveyed all of the questions that came with this situation; a slight nod gave him the answer.

He thrust inside of you in one swift motion and you tipped your head back against the wall, moaning loudly and not caring if anyone could hear you.

He stayed still for a long moment. It was easy to think that he was letting you adjust to his size but you knew better. You squirmed against him in an attempt to get friction until his hands pinned your hips down.

“Tsk, tsk. You know what you need to do.”

“Scott, come on,” you huffed.

“Is that what you want? I’ll gladly paint your face. But if you want something else, you’ve got to put that poisoned tongue to work. Beg for it.”

Your mouth closed and you stared him down, both of you too stubborn to give in at the moment. Seconds ticked by and neither of you relented. Then he shrugged and started to step back.

“I guess I am painting your face then.”

“No, Scott, wait,” you rushed out. You squeezed your eyes shut and clutched his shoulders, gritting your teeth as you said the next words. ��Please, Scott. Please, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.”

“I think you can do better than that,” he tutted. Adjusting his grip, he slid you down the wall half an inch more until your clit was pressed against him, giving you that delicious pressure without any friction to go with it.

“Scott, please. I need it. I need you.”

“You need what?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

“Fuck your face?”

“No! You know what I need you to do!”

“Fuck your hands until I come on your tits?”

“Scott!” you shrieked, desperation dripping from your words. 

“Tell me or I walk away and deal with it myself,” he threatened. “I probably won’t even need to spit on it. You’re soaking my cock enough that I can probably use that and get off in a couple of minutes.”

“Scott, I need you to fuck my wet pussy with your thick cock. Please, Scott, please, I’m begging, I’ll do anything.” 

“Good enough,” he smirked and started thrusting, long, slow, deep thrusts, dragging against your inner walls, letting you feel every ridge, every vein.

You moaned and keened, nails scrambling against that dress shirt trying to find something, anything to ground you.

“Not so talkative now, hmm? Maybe I should knock you up, keep you too busy stuffing your face full of ice cream and pizza to run that mouth of yours.”

Scott had long exploited your enjoyment of dirty talk and his condescension but this was the first time he tapped into this particular kink, this certain phrasing. And it had you clenching around him as your first orgasm washed over you.

“Oh, did I hit a nerve?” he cooed as he sped up. “Little brat wants to be bred.”

“Yes, yes, oh my god.” Your chants became more rhythmic as your second release built deep within you.

You shouted when he stopped. “Scott, I was so close.”

“Oh, I know.” His mocking tone sent a shock through your core and your walls spasmed, an involuntary moan exiting his mouth. “You’ll come on my cock when I’m good and ready for you to.”

“Please, please, Scott, please don’t make me wait.”

“Where’s the fun in that, hmm?” Two long, slow thrusts drew hums of satisfaction from deep within his chest - and needy whines from  your mouth.

“Scott!”

“You know what you should do if you want me to speed up.”

“Scott, please, I need it faster.”

“Need what?”

“I need you to fuck me faster. I need to come on your cock. I need to -”

Your words were cut off when a particularly deep and hard thrust punched the air from your lungs. Scott chased after his release like a man possessed, faster and faster.

“You need me faster now? Is this good?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to come?”

“Please, Scott, fill me up. I want you to make me a cum dumpster!”

“How about I make you a mother?”

“Please, breed me. Please!” Your voice broke as tears fell from your eyes. It was so good, so intense. You needed every part of him, all of it. 

“There’s my good little girl,” he chanted. “God you’d look so good with a round belly. Growing my baby. You want that? Yeah, you want that. Let’s make that happen. Let go. It’s okay. Milk my cock. Make me come.”

Your release hit hard. Your vision went white and your ears rang. You were vaguely aware of Scott’s grunts and praise as he sank his cock deep inside, his hands clutching your ass for dear life as he spilled every drop of his seed in you.

You leaned against his chest panting and he stepped forward to press you further against the wall, holding the both of you up with the tension in his hips and abs. Your chests heaved with heavy breaths as your hearts returned to normal and your minds cleared.

It was then that you processed what you had agreed to, begged for. It was then that you realized that he had, in fact, not used a condom this time. And it was then that you realized you were actually okay with the idea. 

A baby with Scott? It wouldn’t be easy. But you had time to whip him into shape.

He pulled out and set you down on the floor before tucking himself back into his pants and avoiding your gazing. ���You, uh, you need to clean up or something?” 

“Scott, look at me.”

“I mean, I gotta -”

You wrapped your hand around his wrist and stood in front of him, forcing yourself into his line of sight. “Shouldn’t we talk about what just happened?”

“It’s not the first time we fucked.”

“It is the first time you said some of those things. And the first time neither of us remembered a condom.”

“It’s not a big deal. Heat of the moment,” he shrugged.

“You won’t even look at me.”

He turned and looked at you for the first time since he pulled out of your pussy. You almost thought he was…embarrassed? But that couldn’t be right. “Scott?”

“What do you want me to say, huh? That you are on my mind day and night? That your teasing is the best part of my day? That I’m not sorry about what I said while I was balls deep inside of you because it’s the truth? Is that what you want to hear?”

“Is…is that the truth?”

He sighed heavily and put his hands on his hips. “Yeah. Yeah it is.”

“What if I want something more with you?”

His head tilted and he looked over at you, brows knitting together and jaw dropping. “Huh?”

“What if,” you repeated as you stepped into his space, “I wanted something more with you? What if I would be okay with having a baby with you? If you showed me you could be a good partner.”

“You want that?”

“I do. And I didn’t know it until just now.”

“You want that…with me?”

“Is that hard to believe?”

“Have you met me? I’m kind of an asshole,” he admitted.

“Eh, I can fix that.” A grin spread across your face as you looked up into his face. 

“Fix that, huh? Maybe I could work on that. For you.” A soft smile crossed his lips and his hand cupped your cheek before he leaned down and kissed you softly. 

“So does this mean I’m your brat?”

“Yep. My brat to fuck whenever I want. My brat to breed. My brat to date and love and maybe marry one day.”

[2hightocare]

how did y/n and jungkook meet in the KUWTB universe? also i love the way you write all your stories :)

You were stubborn; that was Jungkook’s first thought when he first met you. He stared at you with his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at the last cookie package that you both held tightly between you both.

“I got it first.” You pulled a bit, but Jungkook didn’t budge.

“Actually, no I did.” Jungkook pulled, and you pulled back like a little kid throwing a tantrum. “Could I have it then?” You dropped your sassy tone, hoping the random handsome man would let you have the last packet of your favorite cookies. “Why would I do that?” He said. Not only did you want to yank the cookies and make a run for it, but you also wanted to slap the smug look he had on his face.

“I don’t know, be a gentleman..?” You raised an eyebrow, giving him a duh look, as if that would make it click in his head and he’d hand you the cookies. But instead, he chuckled under his breath before giving you a slight smile. A small piece of his hair fell onto his forehead, and you didn’t know why, but you wanted to reach out and put it back in place.

You could sit here and say how annoyed you were at the moment, but you couldn’t sit here and lie, saying that he wasn’t attractive. He was the epitome of your type from head to toe. You scanned his face, the small scar he had under his eyebrow to his little mole underneath his lip had you almost melting and handing him the cookies.

His dark fluffy hair, where you could run your fingers through non-stop and tug once in a while. And don’t get you started with his body – muscular but lean, tall, basically hovering over you, and you seemed to be the average height for a woman. But here you were standing in front of him, with your neck cranked up to be able to stare directly at him.

The tattoo sleeve had your mouth salivating on the spot; his muscles flexed whenever he would try to pull on the foil package, making a tsk sound. “You done checking me out?” The raven said with a sly smirk.

“Yeah, I’m done.” You nonchalantly said before tugging on the package one last time. “You’re really pretty,” he said, making you choke on your own saliva.

Jungkook first saw you pushing your cart in the strawberry aisle, and he suddenly had the urge to talk to you. You were beautiful, you stood out in a crowd full of people in his eyes. He slightly laughed at your outfit – your leggings hugged your ass and curves perfectly, your long white socks were pulled on top of your leggings as you walked in your bright pink crocs. The thing that made him giggle was your crop top, “don’t be shy! Let me ruin your life.” The shirt read, Jungkook a hundred percent would let you ruin his life.

Jungkook found himself following you around the store. It’s not like he was following you in a creepy way; he just needed to find a perfect way to strike up a conversation.

He even thought about straight-up face planting in front of you so you would ask him if he was okay. But before he would actually do it, he stopped himself after he realized how stupid it sounded and how stupid he would look.

But then he saw you reach for the last cookie packet, and he jumped into the scene. So now you’re both here, you shooting him a glare as he smiles and compliments you.

“Just ‘cause you called me pretty doesn’t mean I’m going to hand you the cookies.” You sighed, almost laughing from how he seriously doesn’t seem to care. “How about you give me your number, and I give you the cookies..? I see it as a win-win situation.” He shrugged.

“Why would I do that?” You said, mocking his tone, which only made Jungkook’s heart flutter in his stomach. Woman is my fucking soulmate.. he thought to himself.

“Because one, you get the cookies, and two, I get a pretty girl’s number on my phone. And I don’t know, maybe we will even get married in the future.” He winked as you chuckled softly.

“I doubt it, give me your phone.” You let go of the cookies and extend your hand for him to hand you his phone.

Hopefully, I don’t regret this, you thought to yourself.

a/n: my beloved babies, now they eat cookies together everyday for the rest of their lifes and thank you my love 💌💌 #ask! KUWTB💌

[gaybananabread]

may i possibly request day 9 (the wake up one in case i got the number wrong) with ragatha as a lee and kinger as a ler? thanks :>

TickleTober Day 9 - Wake Up!

~The feelings I'm getting for this show are so- AGAUHH; they make me so sad in the best way. These two feel like the parents of the circus to me, so that's how I'm gonna write ‘em. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Ragatha

Ler: Kinger

Summary: After a particularly taxing adventure, Ragatha is out cold. Knowing she needs to get up, Kinger uses a tickly technique to help his fellow circus member face the day.

Warnings: slight TADC spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Caine’s adventures always left the group exhausted. Sure, some were less traumatic than others, but everyone still crashed when they got the chance.

Their last little escapade had left Ragatha particularly drained. Of all the crazy ideas he could’ve had, why did it have to be an insect-based adventure? And, of course, the big obstacle was the Centipede King, who had 100 minions. It was generally stupid, but Ragatha’s fears had made it horrific.

The AI had apologized profusely afterwards, obviously feeling guilty; he had forgotten about Ragatha’s centipede phobia. She’d said it was fine, but in reality, she was still shaken. That sort-of-night’s rest had been a godsend.

It was well past their typical wake-up time when Kinger was sent to wake her. Ragatha was usually the first or second member awake, so it was a little unsettling when Jax dragged himself out of bed before her.

So, like any reasonable group of people who didn’t feel like walking that far, they sent Kinger to wake her up.

Before he could forget what he was doing, the chess piece knocked and opened her door. They’d learned that they could tell Caine to automatically let people into their rooms without a key; Kinger was one of those people for Ragatha.

The darkness quickly sobered Kinger up, his mind calming as his large eyes adjusted. A small, affectionate huff left his nonexistent mouth as he saw her curled up in bed, tightly clutching a plush of some kind. She looked so peaceful.

“Ragatha, time to get up,” he whispered, gently shaking her shoulder with one of his floating hands. She groaned before rolling over, turning her back to him. He brushed a loose yarn strand off her ear, causing her breath to hitch.

What was…oh, right. Ragatha was pretty ticklish, last time he checked. He’d forgotten that fact…

Nevermind his memory – he had a doll to wake up. One gloved hand traveled to her side, the other gently fluttering against her ears and neck.

Ragatha whined in her sleep, curling in around the plush to try and protect herself. She was still pretty out of it, refusing to wake up just yet.

“C’mon, Ragatha; time to get up. We don’t need breakfast, but you know it feels good to eat it.”

Kinger started to lightly poke and pinch at her sides, drawing sleepy giggles from the woman. She weakly kicked out from the feelings, striking in the complete opposite direction of her attacker.

“Mhmhmhmph, nooo…” she whined, sounding ridiculously adorable as she tried and failed to fight him off.

“Yeees,” he cooed, starting to spider his fingers along her sides, mimicking the one on her neck. It was still nice and soft, but he was growing more insistent. “You know, stubborn sleepy-heads attract a special type of bug…”

“Kihinger, c’mon. Tehen mohore minutes…” Started to wake up, she smacked at his wrists groggily. The blanket still covering her hindered the movement, making her very easy to dodge. It wasn’t the first – nor the last – time Kinger had mentioned those evil little crawlers.

“Sorry, but they’re already here. Once you’ve been infested with Tickle Bugs, they don’t leave until they’re full.”

Kinger’s fingers moved in a more bug-like fashion, scribbling and tapping and randomly changing direction all over her side and neck.

Ragatha squealed, quickly waking the rest of the way up as he started genuinely tickling her. Dang it, she was hoping to win him over through cuteness…

“N-NOHOHohoho! Kihihinger! Noho tihihicklihing!” She turned towards him, begrudgingly exposing her belly to try and shove his hands away. There was no real malice or discomfort in her tone; she just didn’t wanna sit there and take it.

“You’re giving me your stomach? Why thank you!” Kinger ignored her fake protests, instead clawing at her soft, plush stomach. He felt the fabric squish under his fingers, making the doll yelp and laugh.

“IHIHI’M NOHOHOT! D-DAHAHRN IHIT!” Ragatha was stuck in full-on belly laughter from that, still managing to censor herself. It was a rare occasion when the doll actually cursed; you knew she was mad when that happened.

“Sure seems like it…” he mused, giving the area beneath her navel a light tase. The man gasped when she tried to jerk away, feigning offense. “Hey! You can’t take a gift back; that’s rude!”

“YOUHUHU’RE RUHUHUHUDE! *snort* SHOOHOHOOT!” The tasing always killed her, especially in that area. It was barely thirty seconds into that form of tickling before she was patting his wrist, tapping out.

Kinger quickly stopped his “torment,” carefully climbing onto the bed beside her. Ragatha immediately snuggled into his chest, the fluffiness of his robe and the unnatural warmth of the chess piece soothing her. He made sure she couldn’t pull him down to actually cuddle; they still had to get up, after all.

“Y-youhuhu’re suhuch a jeheherk…” Ragatha huffed, burying her face in his stomach area as she calmed down. The gentle back rubs she was receiving were nice, but the woman was entitled to a pout.

“Whatever you say. Now, Ragatha, get up.”

With a semi-dramatic moan, she hauled herself out of the digital bed, blinking at the mirror in front of her. Yep: still a doll, still had a button eye, still a redhead. At least her yarny locks had some nice volume, thanks to Kinger’s silliness.

“Hey…you sure you wanna leave? It’s nice here, ya know, in the dark.” She asked the question softly, knowing how he’d answer. Still, she owed it to him to ask.

“It’s alright, Ragatha. I’ve come to terms with my mind.” His eyes squinted up a bit, letting her know he was smiling. That man truly was a marvel. “Let’s go get some simulated waffles.”

She smiled sadly before opening the door, watching as his eyes unfocused in the light. It was always nice to have those few minutes of complete clarity with him, even when he was being a menace.

“Hmm…oh, hi, Ragatha! Why are we in your room?” His large eyes darted around her now-lit room, seeming almost childlike in their unawareness.

“Just going to get some waffles, Kinger. C’mon.” Ragatha waved him forwards, watching as he strode into the long hall that led back to the main area of the tent.

While they might not have always been accepted, Ragatha knew she’d never get tired of Kinger’s wake-up calls. She’d cherish every one, no matter what. Especially the tickly ones…

[spamsandsuch]

A RE-insight on Jolli and Jokir (ft. a little bit of Seam!)

Hello hello, since it's been a long time I wanted to updated my og biographies of Jolli and Jokir since it's like. Severely more outdated than i thought and Jolli and Jokir are like way more different now lmao

I also wanted to make this post to build more of the story in my au, since it's been a gradual process for me and I think posting this first may help aid in understanding future posts of mine that revolve around the twins

here we go!!!!! enjoy

Synopsis

Based on the two joker cards in a deck, Jolli and Jokir are twin siblings that originate and live in the Card Kingdom. They’re two jesters who enjoy performing in acts and entertaining darkners, and Jolli and Jokir often have respective personas when putting on a show. However, most darkners don’t care for the twins’ acts, and as a result their audience is pretty slim to sometimes none. The only opportunity where the twins CAN perform for large audiences is when they get to perform with Seam – the Card Kingdom’s Court Magician – when they host the annual circus for all of Card Kingdom to see. The problem, however, lies in the fact that performers of the circus need permission from the four kings who rule Card Kingdom to participate – something that the kings never grant the twins; since the last time the twins performed in the Circus years ago, an accident involving the twins occurred and caused the circus to end in such a disaster the four kings deemed them both responsible for it – thus kicking them out of the Royal Court permanently. As such, Jolli – the more optimistic twin – works as hard as they can to practice performing and gaining the attention of more darkeners with the help of their brother, Jokir. Through their performances, Jolli hopes they both can one day become popular enough to gain the attention of the Kings again, where Jolli hopes the kings will give the twins a chance to redeem themselves and participate in the circus again – and potentially allow them back into the Royal Court once again. Meanwhile, Jokir – the more pessimistic twin – doesn’t believe the kings will grant them another chance, but doesnt have it in his heart to break Jolli’s spirits. One day, though, a powerful yet strange lightner falls into Card Kingdom and strikes a deal with Jokir, promising to help the twins become popular and gain attention from the kings. Believing this to be the most realistic path, Jokir agrees only to help fulfill Jolli’s dreams of joining the Royal Court again.

Jolli; They/Them; 30 years old (1996)

Being the optimistic twin, Jolli’s slightly younger than Jokir and extroverted at heart. Jolli is a social jester with a confident, charismatic, and sometimes boisterous personality, and is also very genuine; they find no reason to hide their true personality or emotions. At the same time, Jolli can also be very blunt, eristic or stubborn with people – especially when they struggle to find logic behind things that don’t make sense to them. 

Given their sociability, Jolli is friendly to anybody they meet and often tries to make friends; however, due to their strong personality and sometimes brutal honesty, not many people care to indulge in Jolli or their antics past Jolli’s entertainment. As a result, Jolli secretly feels pretty lonely a lot and admittedly doesn’t like admitting they don’t have other friends out loud – it’s one of the few secrets the jester has (this has caused a bit of a misunderstanding from Jokir, who thinks Jolli has a lot of friends due to their sparkling personality when in reality both of the twins are in the same boat). Nevertheless, Jolli tries to not let that get them down and often hangs out with Jokir or Seam to fill that loneliness. 

Jolli, in essence, is also a go-getter; because they dream to join the Royal Court again, Jolli often works hard to practice performing and tries to encourage Jokir to do so as well – even if Jokir isn’t as enthusiastic about it (though, if Jokir is feeling too tired/fatigued Jolli wont force him to practice performing. Instead, he’ll act as the critic!). Jolli is also proactive and tends to take the initiative in general – often preparing themselves for the day or events ahead of time. 

While Jolli is often responsible, Jolli also loves playing pranks and causing chaos (they are an energetic clown, after all). When Jolli and Jokir were part of the Royal Court, Jolli would often playfully prank the inhabitants that lived there — including the Kings — much to people’s annoyance though they didn’t take it too seriously as, for the most part, the pranks themselves were pretty harmless (and at the time, a lot of darkners enjoyed Jolli as an entertainer anyway). Nowadays, though, since their relationship with the Kings is strained Jokir asks Jolli to keep their pranks to a minimum to avoid trouble and tarnishing their reputation (they may not live in the castle anymore, but who knows how long word would spread to the Kings if a prank went awry – people love to gossip). As a result, Jolli tries to reserve their pranks for Jokir sometimes but most often for Seam (as they enjoy seeing the plush’s reactions every time), but sometimes they slip up and cause chaos where they shouldn’t. 

While Jolli is a pretty energetic darkener themself, Jolli also has a weak soul (much like Jokir). Jolli’s soul will sometimes cause chest pains as well as make them suddenly feel weak and fatigued, making it difficult to even walk sometimes. While this instance happens sporadically, if Jolli overexerts themself the likelihood of it happening increases. Because Jolli doesn’t recognize their own limits sometimes, Jokir often reminds them to take breaks and is there to care for Jolli if they’re suddenly too fatigued. 

In performances, Jolli’s persona is somewhat similar to their personality; when acting, Jolli plays as the “Happy-go-lucky” jester who is quite energetic and silly. In these performances, Jolli loves to perform and act in stories/tricks/jokes they and Jokir wrote (though in terms of jokes, Jokir writes most of them). They serve as the counterpart of Jokir’s persona. 

Jolli’s optimism stems from their belief that life is much more enjoyable when you hold onto hope and determination – whether that be for yourself or the people you care about. Jolli also believes that even one cannot truly enjoy life if they don’t do the things that make them happy. 

Jolli, unlike Jokir, also tends to take things more literally at points. As a result, sometimes the meanings behind certain jokes or comments will fly over their head (unless Jokir explains it to them). Jolli isn’t that great at telling jokes, either, which Jolli personally considers their most fatal flaw as a clown. 

Due to their energy and go-getter attitude, Jolli tends to get bored easily. As such, they crave excitement and prefer to occupy themselves as often as possible with either their current hobbies or responsibilities (e.g. chores, practicing for performances, gardening, etc.); Jolli also likes trying new or exciting activities, too. As mentioned before, though, Jokir reminds Jolli to take breaks and pace themselves for the sake of their soul. 

Regarding the twins’ relationships with each other, the two are very close. Jolli considers Jokir their best friend and looks up to him a lot (even if Jokir can be annoying), and they wouldn’t trade Jokir for anybody else. However, Jolli also wishes their brother would gain more self confidence in themselves and tries to encourage him or help Jokir in social situations for that reason.

Jokir; He/They; 30 years old (1996)

Being the pessimistic twin, Jokir is slightly older than Jolli yet strikingly almost the opposite of them; Jokir is mostly reserved and introverted, often observing situations rather than commenting on them. He is also pretty soft spoken, and likes to speak in lyricism and rhymes when conversing with others. At the same time, though, Jokir has major social anxiety when interacting with many people and often looks to Jolli for help. 

Around others, Jokir often acts shy and nervous due to their anxiety and unconfidence when talking to others they’re uncomfortable or unfamiliar with; similar to Jolli, this has caused Jokir to feel lonely due to their difficulty in making friends (though he’s more verbal about it), and as a result Jokir tends to stick with Jolli and/or Seam most of the time. 

However, whenever Jokir’s around their sibling or friends, their true personality blossoms as Jokir becomes much more laid-back, easygoing, and witty. Feeling more comfortable, Jokir is much more chill around Jolli especially and likes to joke around with them often — sometimes to the annoyance of Jolli. He also doesn’t get stubborn easily (unless you count not wanting to talk to people, to which yes, Jokir can get pretty stubborn with that), and is pretty flexible when it comes to changes as Jokir doesn’t particularly care. Around Jolli and Seam, Jokir also likes to be goofy on purpose sometimes too.

When Jolli and Jokir lived in Card Castle and were part of the Royal Court, Jokir’s personality was much more apparent as he acted much more silly and often told jokes to other darkners in addition to entertaining the Court. Additionally, he also partook in pranks and caused chaos with Jolli because it was fun and it was a sort of bonding time between the twins. After the accident years ago, though, Jokir developed a sort of fear and anxiety with getting into trouble, so he tries to steer Jolli away from causing it. This is because whenever Jolli gets in trouble, Jokir also gets in trouble, too – much to the uncharacteristic annoyance of the latter at first (likely stemming from Jokir’s insecurity revolving their reputation) This situation has also caused Jokir to dislike causing disruptions or chaos. 

Whenever they’ve gotten into trouble, Jokir often feels the need to take responsibility on behalf of Jolli; this gives darkners the impression that Jokir is the more responsible twin, but this isn’t really the case. Jokir doesn’t really like doing a lot of work or planning, as he often feels unmotivated or drained to do work (or even take care of himself, sometimes); Jokir coughs it up to just being ‘lazy’ though. Whenever Jolli’s fatigued, though, Jokir is willing to drop everything and take care of them (or if he can’t, Jokir will ask Seam for help). 

Similar to Jolli, Jokir has a weak soul – though the way their soul affects Jokir manifests differently. Consistently, Jokir has chronic pain (taking in the form of dull aches) mostly in parts of their upper body (e.g. arms and shoulders), though if he over-exerts himself Jokir may also experience chest pains too. This is also partially why Jokir doesn’t like doing things a lot because doing too much manual labor makes them fatigued (though not to the extent of Jolli). 

Unlike Jolli, Jokir isn’t very adventurous. He prefers to stay indoors and read books or write poetry/new material for their performances. Though, Jokir will go out with Jolli if Jolli wants to hang out, but Jokir likely won’t do anything really extreme and instead will probably just observe/joke around with his sibling.

Jokir’s pessimism mainly stems from his fears and anxiety for things going wrong and negatively affecting the twins. He also tends to look a little more negatively at the reality of certain situations and tries not to get their hopes up. Inwardly, he sort of believes that optimism isn’t really realistic (based on past experiences), but Jokir would never admit this to Jolli – after all, he could be proven wrong. Notably, though, Jokir doesn’t like letting his pessimism affect others – he prefers to be more of a chill jokester and treats others equally; Jokir is surprisingly very kind to others, but not as much towards himself.

In performances, Jokir’s persona is what most darkner’s impression of him is rather than his actual personality: a sad, negative clown who worries about everything. Jokir acts in this persona because in performances, he finds it easier to play as someone else than to be more genuine (even if it means exaggerating their anxiety). 

Regarding the twins’ relationship with each other, Jolli is also Jokirs’ best friend and loves their sibling a lot. While Jokir may not share Jolli’s optimism he does respect it (as opposed to thinking Jolli is foolish/naive) and admires Jolli a lot. Jokir see’s Jolli as the coolest person he’s ever met, and sometimes wishes he was like them.

Seam; They/It/She; 35 years old (1996)

Seam – pronounced “Shawm” – acts as the official magician for the Royal Court. They’re a friendly, easy-going darkner who gets along with others well. It’s also been good friends with Jolli and Jokir since the twins were part of the Royal Court years ago. Whenever Seam visits the two, they often bring all sorts of nicknacks it’s bought or found to show off, or she also likes to stay for tea or board games the twins have. When the three play games, Jolli is the one that usually loses while Seam and Jokir are equally matched even towards the end. This usually makes the end of the game more intense as to who’ll win (or at least, Jolli makes them intense by adding dramatic narration), but there’s generally a 50/50 chance either Jokir or Seam will win (the two never take it too seriously like Jolli, though, and like to laugh about it). 

Before the accident, Seam often worked alongside the twins to entertain the Kings with her magic tricks, which it still technically does today; however, since the twins have been kicked out Seam acts as the sole entertainer of the Royal Court – which can sometimes be stressful or unfulfilling as Seam is alone and the Kings are generally not amused. When the annual circus comes around, additionally, Seam feels more stressed as they’re in charge of planning preparations as the host (though luckily she doesn’t have to lead the circus thanks to the ringmaster, just plan and direct it – Seam can just play as the main magician performance-wise); this is different from when the jester twins were part of the Royal Court as the two often helped Seam out with preparations for the circus (being the other two Royal entertainers), but now that the two can’t join the Kings forbade Seam from seeking help from Jolli and Jokir (which Seam has broken a few times anyway to ask for advice from the twins. I mean, who’s gonna stop them?). Seeing how badly the twins want to join the circus and be part of the Royal Court again as well, Seam asked the Kings many times to grant them one more chance to perform in the circus but to no avail – the Kings won’t listen, especially the King of Spades. 

Even though the jester twins were kicked out of the Royal Court years ago, Seam visits them sometimes anyway because she enjoys their company and as friends. Seam enjoys Jolli’s enthusiasm and antics (though is always surprised somehow (comically, so) by their pranks, but Seam laughs at itself anyway afterwards), and Jokir’s laid-back and humorous attitude is also enjoyable to be around. She also finds the occasional bickering between the two twins very amusing, as well. However, Seam’s noticed how the two seem so hard on themselves in regards to their situation (with Jolli always pushing themselves despite their disability, and Jokir’s insecurities and anxiety manifesting in criticizing himself), and because of that Seam sympathizes the twins and wishes they wouldn’t push themselves so much (and tells them such) – the two have inherent value even if they don’t ever end up performing in the circus or joining the Royal Court again.

Okay thats all for now, may update this if i catch any mistakes lol (if you read this far thank you!! I appreciate your time!!)

[pr0serpinas]

I don’t think Solomon actually hates Sebastian.

We know that Solomon got the “retire gracefully or get fired” option extended to him after using an Unforgivable Curse on a Dark Wizard. We also know that Solomon considered Sebastian stubborn, “like your father.” Sebastian’s utter refusal to focus on giving Anne comfort, combined with his willingness to go to any length to save her—whether she wanted it or not—quite possibly scared the shit out of Solomon because it looked like all the worst traits of their family combined. Solomon doesn’t strike me as the most regretful or reflective person, but the strong way he responds to Sebastian using Imperio seems to imply that he’s come to feel remorse at using an Unforgivable himself. To see someone so young use it in such a casual manner and immediately defend it was probably something that made him look at himself and his own (in loco) parenting practices.

No matter the nature of their estrangement, when Sebastian and Anne lost their parents, Solomon lost a brother. I have to believe that would have affected him, even if the effect was anger. We see Solomon living alone in a tiny, gritty cottage (I don’t personally think the size or decor of the cottage reflects much or should be taken seriously, but that’s for another time). He likely was pretty content like that. And now he’s forced in a position to take care of two children whom he may not have even ever met. Doubtless he would have been reminded of the relationship he once had with his brother. And raising children is hard. You can’t just tell them something once. They’re not intrinsically motivated at a young age. You have to teach them a dozen times, and sometimes they’ll still willfully disobey just because they can. I doubt this was something Solomon was prepared for or ever got used to.

In the Victorian era, Sebastian would’ve been expected to protect his sister, who would have been expected to be refined and delicate. (FWIW I don’t think Anne was delicate a day in her prematurely short life.) Anne’s compassion and desire to help led her to leave the cabin when Feldcroft was attacked, and Solomon—and probably most people in the village—absolutely would have blamed Sebastian for “letting” his sister get hurt. Solomon also strikes me entirely as the kind of person who would follow the twisted logic of, “You couldn’t keep your sister safe? Well, you don’t deserve to have a sister.” I don’t think Solomon is letting Anne die, to be fair. I think we should take the notion that he’s done everything he could with a grain of salt, but I think he’s probably done everything that he can afford.

To be clear, I’m not defending Solomon. I think he’s deliberately cruel, as seen by destroying the harmless Shrivelfig that Sebastian brought Anne. He’s also got some of the same impulse and anger issues that his nephew has, since he conjured what I’m fairly sure was Fiendfyre to fight two 15/16-year olds. He’s pretty terrible.

Tl;dr I think Solomon is a bitter, damaged man and an ill-equipped guardian. I think he’s probably a shit-ass person. I think all of those things led him to be emotionally neglectful at best and abusive at worst. But the image that I see a lot of Solomon as a larger-than-life bogeyman figure who is willfully rubbing his hands together like Burns and fantasizing about how to abuse Sebastian is not one that squares for me, especially because Anne had genuine love and affection for him. I think he didn’t meet Sebastian’s needs, and Sebastian took that personally. To say that Sebastian’s actions were directly a response to abuse does both characters a disservice.

[vorbarrsultana]

the vampire lestat reread, pt. 1 (lestat and nickistat)

also known as "i decided to reread tvl after the season finale because some takes i've seen online give me the impression i read a completely different book two years ago". i've finished it two days ago, and turns out i have more than 5000 words of notes that significally exceed tumblr character limit. so, i had to split them into three parts.

here is part one, all about dramatic theater kids full of love, sad violinists of infinite beauty, and friends-to-lovers romances doomed by the narrative.

i love lestat.

i forgot how fun and likable tvl lestat is from page one. and how different he is from his fanon characterization!

lestatposting is fun, i get it, but i am starting to get annoyed at the amount of fanfics where lestat needs someone to help him adapt to modern times. he is doing fine on his own, thank you. it took him less than two weeks to start a rock band.

(and the whole iphone thing from "prince lestat" is more about him not seeing it as something useful since he has a mind-skype ability to talk to any vamp on planet earth, and they cannot decline the call.)

lestat is not stupid. impulsive? yes. stubborn? of course. but clever, resourseful, and cunning when he needs to be. all of this makes him a great hunter! also, really thoughtful when the mood strikes, and his quiet, existential moments have some of the best prose in that book.

i wish someone smarter than me wrote a good meta about lestat & social class because he really seems to buy into the idea of "noblesse oblige" i.e. the belief that aristocrats are obliged to take care of those less fortunate. it's present in the way he kills the wolf pack for the villagers (who live on his father's land), and later takes responsibility for the theatre troupe & remnants of armand's coven, even though he doesn't owe them anything.

also, characterization of lestat as someone socially cluesless is simply untrue. sure, he plays dumb on occasion (and hates it every time because early life illiteracy trauma), but he is also good at reading people. like, he got a pretty accurate read of armand behind the angelic facade during their first face-to-face meeting. the only people he has trouble reading are those closest to him because he heavily projects his abandonment issues on them.

lestat's struggle of being "too much" contrasts nicely with the struggle of never being enough which is so crucial to louis. hashtag made for each other.

and juxtaposition of lestat's desire to be loved for who he is and louis's struggle with identity is also delicious.

this time i also related so much to lestat's "malady of mortality" and his search for meaning in the world. which ultimately fails because he is forcibly turned into a monster, and now every ounce of happiness he might bring into the world (and lestat desperately wants to do good!) is outweighed by him killing to survive.

and marius later reinforced the belief that vampirism has no higher purpose, and no wonder that nola!lestat is a shell of his former self.

lestat's turning is the most classic horror moment of the vampire chronicles to me. the mina harker of it all. the creature of night shrouded in terror snatching an innocent victim from the arms of their love right before bleak november sunrise.

also, all the implications of what magnus has done to lestat were even more clear during this reread, and i wonder if that was the reason rolin "i-love-narrative-parallels" jones added bruce into claudia's story.

the book also explains perfectly why lestat is so well suited for vampirism. his curiosity, thirst for new experiences, and adventuring spirit are his eternal engine on the devil's road :)

however, the downside of that personality facet is that lestat steamrolls over his trauma telling himself "this is fine! look, satan, i am making the best of it", which in turn leads to the iwtv nola mess.

and i feel like this constant search for positives in vampirism (that unwilligly turned lestat & claudia share) is why they can't really relate to louis, who chose it for himself. if these two start to get too existential, the temptation to throw themselves into the fire might become unbearable.

lestat equating his loneliness with his evilness is interesting, but i have nothing to say about that for now other than equation being there.

lestat's explosive temper is also present in the book. there is a constant pattern of lestat doing things he regrets the most (like the theater performance fiasco or eating people at notre dame's steps) when he is angry or upset.

let's talk about nicki. i love him, despite half of fandom hating on him for some reason.

lestat has a type, which is "good catholic boy" with narrow view of good and evil. except louis is of a parent's favorite, conforming variety, and nicki is the rebellious one, driven to the utmost cynicism by religious dogmas.

however, despite being a self-proclaimed cynic, nicki practically drowns in catholic guilt, almost reveling in the fact that everything he does, from playing violin in the boulevard theater to having an affair with lestat, is wrong. there is no meaning in anything, and he is doomed to die a sinner's death.

he is doomed! by the narrative though.

lestat and nicki's philosophical difference seems to be that nicki (unlike lestat) does not believe in inherent goodness of the positive emotions. for him, "sin always feels good", therefore happiness they bring performing = sin.

but still, nickistat's love is so touching. after lestat ghosts nicki to protect him, he still trusts lestat's love for him and the troupe, thinks best of him, and shuts down all nasty rumours. in turn, lestat equates all the good that was in his mortal life, all his hopes and dreams with nicki. he is a symbol of everything magnus took from him.

AND THEY COMMUNICATE THROUGH MUSIC, AND IT'S THEM AT THEIR BEST, AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

nicki almost became lestat's charlie. when they meet face to face for the first time after lestat's transformation, he can barely contain his hunger magnified by attraction.

the most terribly sad thing about nicki is the unfairness of all that happened to him. he had seen lestat being shot right before him, then he disappeared with dying gabrielle, then the coven kidnapped and tortured him until he lost his mind.

and for nicki, the dark gift is a confirmation of everything he believes in being true. the meaninglessness of it all. evil being the only certain thing in the world. the way to fall into a deeper, darker abyss than the one that was before the mortal him. and it is a confirmation that lestat's inner light he loved so much will eventually burn out.

(his spark in the dark, if you will.)

(and lestat's dream before turning nicki hurts, because he dreams of growing up and growing old together, of maturing past magnus's eternal lelio with sunlight in his hair and summer sky in his eyes. oh, the lesdaughter of it all.)

there is certainly a parallel between nickistat's bitter "in darkness, we are equal now" vs loustat's comforting "in the quiet dark, we were equals".

[flowerslut]

about the last ask you answered, at which point do you think rosalie started to like jasper? (I mean, actually like, and not just tolerate him) Also, isn't it canon that he's her favorite brother? I think they are like the cold pro-murder version of alice and edward but their personal mental issues won't allow them to act like best friends forever and stuff

oh I LOVE talking about rosalie (and jasper) and i'm delighted to see a follow up question about this, thank you anon 🤩

when did rosalie start to like jasper? my guess is in the range of 'anywhere between several months to years', which seems like a pretty wide span of time, but i'm sure the trajectory of rosalie's opinion/feelings on jasper went like: anger at him (and alice) being there, followed by toned-down frustration and annoyance, then a period of her just tolerating his presence that eventually morphed into acceptance, that led to a general feeling of comfort once he became part of the routine, and at one point that feeling of protectiveness she feels over her family probably extended toward him. rose and jasper strike me more as "actions over words" type of people tbh. I like to think that one of them stood up for the other at some point and that sense of loyalty was probably a kick off point for friendship between the two of them

but to analyze rosalie & jasper's relationship you kind of have to look at all of the cullen familial relationships; more specifically, the 'sibling' dynamics

edit: I did not mean for this to turn into a meta-length dissection of their characters, but whoops here we go:

canonically, rosalie is stubborn, intelligent, protective, loyal, vindictive, and fucking hates change. she craves normalcy—specifically the type that lets her pretend like she's not a vampire—and is more affected by, and therefore reacts stronger to, things she dislikes rather than the things that she likes, which is important to note. because that makes her a lot like edward—more like edward than any of her other 'siblings'.

rosalie and edward are alike in ways that cause them to bump heads more often than not—their worldviews are pretty similar, they both have a pretty significant measure of self-loathing/an issue with self-esteem (yes, even though rosalie knows she's hot, she's pretty unhappy with who she is) and they despise anything that messes with the status quo—but they think that they both have very different personalities, which I would categorize as their outward expressions of themselves. (they don't, but stick with me here)

there's a funny line in midnight sun where edward talks about how rosalie's "morbid" sense of humor is more in line with his than anyone else's in the family and, ignoring the fact that we all know edward doesn't have a sense of humor I think that it's because of the fact that they 1) both view the world similarly and 2) as rather 'bitchy' characters, their methods of expression fall in line with each others. in new moon we get to listen to edward cheerfully smash a television in a fit or rage, and in midnight sun edward braces himself for rosalie to fuck up his car because she's mad at him. TheyreTheSamePicture.jpg your honor

if you compare one attention-hog to another, they're going to both get pissy about it. rosalie can't stand edward's know-it-all tendencies and finds him pretty insufferable, and edward thinks she's selfish and shallow. they both view themselves as smarter, more reasonable, and 'better' than the other. ain't nothing is ever going to fix this.

"rosalie and edward are like oil and water" no, rosalie and edward are two types of vinegar that hate being combined in the same carafe because then you can't tell the difference between them and they both individually hate 1) not being the center of attention, 2) being compared to the other one, and 3) themselves 🤐 tbh, I don't think it's a coincidence that the two characters with the lowest self-esteem lowkey hate the character that is most like themselves...but let's move on from that tea ☕️👀

let's shift gears to jasper. jasper is reserved, sensible, intense, and appears to be quite mindful on the effect his presence has on others; probably because he knows what he looks like and he has the added benefit that he can feel how other's react in response to that. this is going to give him a pretty high degree of emotional intelligence and an automatic leg up in any social situation, which is why book jasper is so superior that movie jasper in my opinion 🤷🏼‍♀️ and why I can't read a lot of jasper/jalice fanfiction since people love to characterize him as hot tempered and 'edward-eque'

when you read the books jasper is just so? FUNNY? in midnight sun he's inventing stupid games with emmett. his friends come to visit and they spend their time playing vampire football (SHOW US THE VAMPIRE FOOTBALL SCENE STEPH YOU COWARD). in pre-epilogue twilight outtakes, he's holding hairdriers for alice while she queer-eyes bella.

in twilight/midnight sun he's standing on the steps and abiding by edward's "keep your distance" request when carlisle, esme, and alice welcome bella into their house; he's mellowing out the atmosphere so that these introductions go smoothly and so that bella is full-on VIBING, all while grinning at edward over everyone's head while the little scene progresses perfectly, who thinks "he was laying it on a little thick 🙄" (he even LAUGHS at edward when bella says something to the effect of "what CAN'T edward do?!")

but in bella's pov (and edward's) jasper is portrayed as this miserably suffering little guy who only gives a shit about alice (hot) and is often characterized as 'weak' (ironic). but when you look at the way jasper actually acts, outside of the 'attending high school' bullshit, he seems to be having a pretty good goddamn time.

i'm not the first person in the fandom that thinks that rosalie deserves someone to fight more in her corner, since canon shows us that smeyer is unwilling to let that happen (even emmett isn't allowed to defend her in canon!) the only time we ever see anyone agree with her on a serious issue (minus the renesmee debacle, that we won't acknowledge here) is in midnight sun when she and jasper are the only ones who acknowledge the danger bella poses to them. and I think it would be silly to overlook that!!!!

jasper and rosalie share the same levelheaded ferocity that you would sort of expect from someone who knows that, as vampires, a little murder here and there is necessary to keep you and your loved ones safe. so we get this really interesting framing of their characters via edward & bella and ultimately, via smeyer, where we're supposed to see them as 'less-than' because of this ruthlessness they possess. even stephenie, in interviews, has acknowledged that she doesn't understand why people love jasper and rosalie so much, which is so funny to me since?? they're two of the most interesting cullens?? like steph, you made both of their fucked up backstories central focus in book three? they're two characters ready to kill for the ones they love at a moment's notice, and you think us girls and gays aren't going to LATCH onto that?? you're surprised by that? kdgfhjksdg??? don't admit that out loud girl, that's embarrassinggggg 💀

also it's important to talk about how rosalie is the survivor of a violently traumatic sexual assault that was the catalyst to her loss of humanity and gaining immortality. she joins the family in 1933, is miserable and angry and resentful, but things get a little "better" in 1935 after she finds emmett and he joins the family. then, 15 years pass.

so, imagine this: it's been almost 18 years that you've been immortal. you've been a vampire almost as long as you were a human, and you've had a hard time, but at least you have a little family who loves and cares for you, and you might not be happy but you're content. your life is stressful, but you're safe...when suddenly two strangers show up at the door. you're at home with your surrogate 'parents'—the world's biggest vampire pacifist and his wife, a woman who, like you, was also a victim of intimate partner violence—and now some girl and this fucking ragged-looking dog of a man are standing on your doorstep acting like they're about to move in????

sure, alice can win rosalie over with compliments, make-overs, carefully plotted and expertly tailored conversation, but what's jasper going to do??? in what world would he go out of his way to win someone, who doesn't even like him, over? using his gift is out of the question—rosalie would probably maim him—and the only way he's putting someone else's comfort and well-being above his own is if they're a <5 foot control freak whomst he's obsessed in love with

as far as rosalie is concerned, the facts are this: jasper is from the vampire 'south'. jasper has been through some shit. jasper has, therefore, done some shit (you don't survive in the southern wars for 80 years without committing atrocities). therefore, jasper isn't just scary-looking physically, but he's dangerous and he has a shitty control on his bloodlust. for rosalie, that would be a fucking recipe for disaster. honestly, I can see rosalie getting along better with edward during this period because of jasper. i'm sure jasper was on the receiving end of some nastiness for a good while there, but unlike edward, I can guarantee you he just kind of...let her do it. not in a way where he's like "alas...'tis what I deserve 😞" because again: jasper has that degree of emotional intelligence that a lot of the cullens canonically lack. he knows it's not really about him. he probably lets a lot of it slide off his back; sure, it would be nice if rosalie didn't hate his guts, but hey! it's better than war!

rosalie likely had to warm up to jasper over time, little by little. I can see her easing up after she adjusts to his physical presence, after she realizes that no, he's not as violent as his appearance implies, and after emmett starts getting chummy with him. I think once rosalie realizes she's the only person left who doesn't like or trust jasper, it would have her feeling frustrated or annoyed, and I think this would be when World's Sexiest Number One Schemer, alice cullen, pounces and finally starts creating situations that get them to interact more!!

after all, alice knows what it's like to have to wait a while to approach someone so they don't literally tear your head off 😈

I think alice was probably the architect to whatever helped jasper and rosalie bridge that gap, maybe with an assist from emmett or even edward! it isn't much of a stretch to jump from tolerating/being 'okay with' someone's presence to finding comfort with it or even enjoying it, and again: rosalie is someone who reacts stronger to shit she hates than the stuff she loves (the girl loves to be a hater, and who can blame her tbh?) so you'll probably hear more about her opinion on you if that opinion is negative 💀 (which is absolutely why she's such an antagonist in the series while she watches this edward/bella ridiculousness)

as for jasper being her "favorite brother"? well, it's a pretty low bar. jasper is competing with edward for that title. he wins by default 💀

anyways I don't have a great conclusion to all this rambling, but rosalie probably started viewing jasper as her brother LONG before she ever vocalized anything of the sort. i'm sure there was some sort of conversation or event where rosalie stood up for jasper or just said something complimentary to/about him that probably solidified their camaraderie more than one-on-one bonding or hangouts ever would. maybe her being willing to share her surname with him was that moment!! that action in and of itself is so telling man!!! I love the implications!! idk man their friendship (that we never really see in canon even if it's implied) means so MUCH to meeeeeeeeee. i love the Murder Twins ♡

[ashisill]

7 layers

EXTREME WARNINGS: (abusive ex boyfriends, mentions of SA, mentions of rape (this is all in the past none of this is actively happening. Nor is this explained in details), murder, use of weapons, panic, language, fighting, smoking, drinking, and I believe that’s all.) As always if I missed any feel free to let me know

: So I’ve recently started watching Dexter. If you’ve seen that show then you get the idea of it. If not I definitely recommend watching it! As extreme as this story may be I think it might be my favorite! This definitely won’t be for everyone, but if it is I hope you enjoy!

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There you were standing in the middle of a crowded bar. Why were you here? You hated bars, and don’t get you started on drunk people. It’s loud and reeks of smoke and booze. Your ‘friends’ drug you out here, and now you stand alone. Just like always your friends are never true to you. As they pick their boy toy of the evening you seemed to be invisible. A part of you wanted to be like them. Chatting away the night with random strangers. Instead you sat alone sipping on a drink with not enough rum in it. Maybe getting shit faced would take your mind off things. Then again alcohol has only ever made things worse for you. When a long-haired boy sat beside you the air shifted. You watched as he adjusted his shirt, called the bartender over.

“Whiskey please”

Your eyes glanced at him ‘he’s cute’ you thought to yourself. You felt silly of course he wouldn’t be into you. You turned away fast, but now you’ve caught his attention. He looked over at you, and his eyes widened. “Why hello pretty girl I’m Jake”

“Hello” you whispered, and looking down. You picked at your fingers nervously.

He was now desperate to get your attention. “You gotta name pretty thing?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know”

“I would love to know. I don’t bite doll”. He examined your facial expressions.

“Here sir” the bartender handed him his drink.

You sighed wondering about keeping the conversation going. You decided to test the waters little, and keep talking to him. Your night has been boring thus far. Why not?

“I’m y/n. Happy?” Truly you weren’t minding his attention too much. However his intentions weren’t clear, and you’re not taking any chances.

“Indeed. Pretty name for a pretty girl huh?”

“Whatever you say” you scanned him trying to remember his name, but failed. “what’s your name again”

“It’s Jake. Already forgetting me?”

“I’m bad with names” you finally met his gaze. Meeting his eyes for the first time had your stomach in knots. You stared for far too long before your eyes darted back to the floor.

“You’ve got pretty eyes darlin. Look at me”

You haven’t got a clue why, but you obeyed his request. “Ah much better. You’re even prettier than I thought” his eyes soften and his voice got trailed off. He couldn’t seem to look away from you.

“I know you’re only being nice to me because you’re drunk. Isn’t that right?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’ve had two drinks, and spoiler alert I’m not a lightweight. Is that what you wanna know?”

“Sure, but you better move on because I’m not fucking anyone tonight”

“Woah woah who said anything about that sweetheart?” His brows furrowed. Your comment struck a nerve a little. Behind this tough guy act he really has good intentions. The only reason he acts this way is because it makes him confident. The last thing he wanted was you to think that way of him. “Is that what you assume I do?”

“That’s why you’re here. You’re gonna get hammered, take some lucky girl home, fuck her, and kick her out the next morning”

“So you’d consider them lucky huh?” He smiled at you. Hiding his pain behind his cocky attitude.

“Of course that’s what you take away from that” you roll your eyes. Already making your mind up about him.

“Listen doll come meet my brothers. If you don’t change your mind about me then I’ll leave you alone. It’s not often pretty girls strike my interest”

“Or you could go find someone else to bother”

“Stubborn aren’t you? I made you a deal you gotta work with me here. I’m not what you think I am”

“What are you then?”

“I’m a guy who lives alone, plays too much guitar, and I can’t tell you the last time I’ve had a woman for company”

You sighed knowing it would be the same as it always is. You’ve heard the ‘good guy’ story a thousand times. This however felt different, maybe just maybe he was telling the truth. What a ridiculous thought he is man after all. How stupid can you be? How many times are you gonna fall for it? You promised yourself you would never go through it again. You couldn’t handle it anymore. You’re protecting yourself, and maybe a little too much. You might go meet his brothers, but that’s the end of it. You’ll go home alone, and forget this even happened. Everything will be fine. Beside this is better then sitting alone right?. It’s just for one night what could go wrong?

He held a hand out, and you moved before even realizing it. Taking his hand, and following him through the crowd. When he spotted a curly headed brunette he walked a bit faster. The boy stood on one leg, the other bent, and against the wall. Funky sunglasses on, a white sleeved shirt, and khakis. You thought in a way he kinda looked like Jake. You assumed by his appearance that he wasn’t straight. Proving your previous assumption he had a guys arm around his shoulder. They talked softly, and close to each other's ears. His mouth curled into a smile every time the other boy spoke. His eyes sparkling with love as he looked into the eyes of the other man. Noticing Jake they were brought back to reality, and quickly adjusted themselves. You got the feeling you might have interrupted their conversation. Although that curly headed boy face lit up when he saw Jake with a woman behind him.

“Hey meet y/n”

“Ah hello darlin been a while since he’s introduced us to a woman”

‘That’s a good sign’ you thought to yourself. You realized there were more people with him than you thought when they all laughed at Josh’s remark.

“Ha ha so funny” Jake made a fake laugh.

He cleared his throat and introduced everyone. “This is Josh and his boyfriend” He pointed at two other long haired boys “that’s my younger brother Sam”

“Hello, nice to see a new face,” Sam said to you.

“And that’s Daniel my brother from another mother”

They all seemed lovely, but Josh really struck your interest. Jake stood in front of him making small talk. You could tell these two had a bond different than the rest. As they chatted you found yourself wanting to join in. Usually you just like to stay quiet, but something came over you.

“I like your sunglasses” you spoke quietly to Josh “they look cool”

Leaning forward to hear you better “thank you dear” he flashed you a smile. “I like your dress it’s quite flattering”

Your face lit up, it was obvious you don’t get that much. “T-thank you” you whispered.

“Quiet thing aren’t you? Don’t be shy darlin”

“M’ sorry I’m not used to this” you laughed trying to not embarrass yourself.

“That’s alright we’ll get ya warmed up. Smoker or drinker?” Josh asked.

“Stoner all the way”

“Ah my kind of girl” He pulled what looked like a vape out of his jacket pocket. You raised an eyebrow “Really? You seemed like an authentic type of guy”

“Well my guy was unavailable so you gotta do what you gotta do. Here” he waved it towards you.

“Is it strong?”. You took a long pull of the dab.

He nodded his head “very”

The night was going well, and for the first time you began to feel good. It was just something about them, and you couldn’t place it. Maybe it was the fact that they treated you like a human being. That would be a first. So welcoming of a new face, and they all talked so respectful. Not just to you, to the bartenders, and any stranger that crossed their paths. By the end of the night more people had joined the group. People none of them even knew, but treated as if they were family.

Jake sat very close to you, and it was obvious he was having a good time. You however started to get very sleepy. Jake noticed your heavy eyes, and slight head nods.

“You alright pretty?” Jake asked.

“Just tired”

“Dosing off already?” He teased.

You shook your head, and adjusted yourself “no m’sorry.”

“I’m just teasing don’t be sorry” he looked at you puzzled. “Do you have a way home?”

“Uber” You sighed.

Josh joined in “nonsense we’ve got you” he pointed to his boyfriend “designated driver”

Rule number one: don't get into cars with men you just met.

“No!” You said defensively “I’m fine I’ll be fine” You were stoned out of your mind of course you weren’t fine. The last thing you wanted was to be in an Uber by yourself.

“No you’re not fine you’re barely holding your head” Jake reached for you to support your head. You flinched pulling your arms around you.

“Please don’t touch me” you panicked. “Please”

“M’sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you” he sighed. Watching you carefully studying every move you made. When you completely zoned out he began to worry.

You just stared forward going quiet. Feeling embarrassed for making a scene. You wanted to cry, and you tried hard to push your feelings down. However, your eyes started to water. Silent panic started to set in. What have you done? How were you getting home? You knew you should have listened to yourself, but you were hopeful this was different. You shouldn’t have gotten so high. Your friends already ditched you now what? What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?

When Josh noticed you he sat down his drink. Getting up from his seat, and stood in front of you. He started to move the hair out of your face to see better. Not thinking twice he moved to fast causing you to flinch. He made a face to Jake, and just the look alone contained a thousand words.

“Hey hey hey I’m not gonna hurt you” he tried again. Slowly bringing his hands up to your face, and gently pushing it behind your ears. His voice soft and comforting when he spoke to you. “Much better now we can see that pretty face. Are you afraid to leave with us?”

You nodded your head and apologized “I promise it’s not because of you it’s just w-well I-I”

“Shh shh shh I understand. I promise that you’re safe with us. I will stay here with you until you sober up if that will make you feel better. I need you to trust me okay?”

Josh seems to have this glow around him. Something about him made you feel safe. You wondered if it’s because he isn’t straight. Or maybe it is just because he’s friendly. Your mind is trying its best to protect you, but this time you went with your heart. “Can you take please me home?”

His face held a soft smile “that’s more like it! Absolutely we can take you home”

He led you out of the overcrowded bar, and to the car. You and Jake climbed into the back seat “are you okay?”

“Mhm I’ll be fine”

“That’s not what I asked”. He studied you for a while. He has a million questions for you instead he said “I’m glad you’re letting us get you home safe”

“I know I am a lot. Just be glad you don’t have to deal with me anymore”

“Says who?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I-I dunno I just assumed since-”

“Y/n which way?” Josh asked you.

“Right and you’ll stay down this road for a while” you paused turning your attention back to Jake. “Since you realized I’m not-not normal I guess. There’s a lot of shit wrong with me”

“Y/n look at me” he waited until your eyes locked. Gently he reached for your chin so you couldn’t look away “there is absolutely nothing wrong with you”

You nodded and stared out the window ‘nothing wrong with me?’. You repeated it over and over. You whole life has been full of everyone telling you the opposite. You weren’t sure if you believed him, but it was nice to hear something different for a change. Once he deals with enough panic attacks, and your emotions he’ll change his mind. If he sticks around that long to figure it out.

Eventually you arrived at your home. Jake and Josh got out of the car, and helped you to the door. You unlocked the door welcoming them inside. Once they were inside there demenor changed completely. Not in a threatening way at least not for you. However it did sober you right up.

“Names?” Jake asked.

“What? Names?” You asked confused.

“Someone has hurt you. I want to know who” they stared at you completely serious.

You laughed before realizing they weren’t kidding. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“You don’t? So you didn’t have a reason to flinch when Josh moved your hair? There was absolutely no reason why you were so terrified to get into the car with us? Nobody has caused that? It’s obvious someone wasn’t gentle with your heart babe. Just tell me who”

“That’s none of your fucking business” you snapped back defending yourself. “Just go”

“Don’t get harsh please. We’re not trying to open old wounds here” Josh tried to convince you. “We just want to know who it was”

“What would it change? I’m just trying to move on okay? I don’t want to think about them right now”

“Them? There’s more than one?” Jake asked obviously getting frustrated.

You nodded your head “this is why I don’t want to talk about it. You shouldn’t get involved in my mess. Jake just leave and forget about me. Just save yourself the trouble I’m too much”

“No! I’m not gonna-”

“Darlin just give us the names, and don’t worry about anything else” Josh said with a hand on his hip. He cut off Jake knowing the lecture he’d start to give.

You sighed knowing they weren’t going to drop this. “I’m going to tell you because you’ve all been so kind to me. Don’t say I didn’t warn you”

Their eyes bulged when the list hit seven. “Jesus fucking Christ”

“Jacob” Josh snapped “enough”

“You wanted them” you said feeling guilty with your head low. “I told you to not get involved”

“Thank you dear. I know that must have been hard for you” Josh said quietly. He grabbed your hand kissing the top of it. “You’re a very sweet girl, and I hope to see you again soon”.

He whispered something to Jake and walked out of the door. Leaving you two alone for the first time.

Jake gently slid your hair behind your ears. “Thank you for trusting me tonight”

You looked up at him through your lashes. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I understand” he kissed your forehead.

The wheels in your mind began to turn. He cared enough to want to help you. Maybe the thought of not seeing him again saddened you. You couldn’t believe yourself, but you couldn’t just push these feelings away.

“What’s going on in the pretty head?”

“Will I see you again Jake?” You asked softly.

“I’ll be back doll” he smiled at you. “Don’t you worry about a thing baby”

Placing a passionate kiss on your lips. His hands held your face as you melted against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug. He held you tightly and whispered “Y/n I’m not going to let anything happen to you ever again. That’s as much as a threat as it is a promise”

As confused as you were by that statement you took it, and smiled. You chatted a bit longer before he said his goodbye, and went to meet Josh in the car.

“She’s sweet,” Josh said.

“She’s damaged. I’m gonna fix it”

Jake’s pov:

When we arrived at my house I knew what had to be done. Me and my brother headed inside “I’ve got all the names right here”

“Put them on paper” I told him, leaving as little evidence as possible.

I got out my computer and began my work. “Josh don’t we know this guy?”

“Yeah I think so. Doesn’t he run that tattoo parlor?” Josh asked me, sounding sure.

“That’s what it says here. Time for a new tattoo?”

“I’d love nothing more”

We waited in the car until it was time. We watched as they all left one by one. He owned this tattoo parlor so it wasn’t hard to catch him alone. He was the final one to began to leave. As he walked up to the door we knew it was the time. No words exchanged as we left the car. I grabbed the door swinging it open asking “are you still open?”

“No sir we’re about to close” he looked away.

“Well the sign says you’re open” I said sarcastically.

“That’s because I haven’t flipped it” he rolled his eyes at me.

“That’s a shame. I’m a good tipper” I said ticking my tongue.

Josh carefully coming around the corner. He took a needle to his neck, and successfully knocking him out.

As I watched he awoke on my table, eyes fluttered with panic. The room was wrapped so not a drop of evidence would be left behind. Tied to the table there wasn’t a chance he was getting out of this. I walked over to him slowly as he pleaded “why are you doing this?”

“Do you know a y/n? I already know the answer let that be known”

“I mean yeah ex girlfriend. Why you fucking her now or something?”

“Quite the oposite. I’m fixing yours and the other six’s mistakes”

“Ha let me guess she told her ‘I hurt her’” he laughed in a condescending tone that made my nose curl up.

“And did you?” I asked knowing he’d lie. When he did I took my knife to his cheek. Slicing a line as a warning statement. As they always do he panicked, and the truth unfolded.

“Fuck man okay okay” his breath was heavy.

“So what did you do to her?” Josh asked from the corner.

“I raped her okay, but I was drunk”

“No excuses you fucking prick” my brother said harshly. “What else did you do?”

“I hit her, but only when she-“

“I said no fucking excuses” Josh yelled.

“I beat the shit out of her it always felt good okay? I hated her but she was always just sweet to me. That’s why I did what I did because I knew she wouldn’t leave. There is that what you want to know?”

“Almost. I’m curious how the relationship ended then?”

“Came home from work and all her stuff was gone. Sure her little friends convinced her” he rolled his eyes.

I spoke “you said it felt good to hurt her? Why?”

“It was an outlet for my stress. When she wouldn’t let me fuck her I-”

“Enough” I shouted feeling sick to my stomach. “You know what feels good Jaxson? What’s about to happen to you. She never deserved your fists, but you deserve my knife”

“Wait wait wait I can fix-”

Silence filled the air for a moment. Josh sighed “He made my skin crawl I won’t lie”

“That’s probably not the worst of it brother”

Josh’s nose curled up and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Wasn’t it strange? He said that he liked hurting then said he could fix it”. I said absolutely disgusted by his nasty words.

“Ironic huh?”

We cleaned up our mess not leaving a thing out of place. Started my boat and discarded of that waste of a human being.

“Well one down six more to go” my brother spoke to me as we sat around the table.

“Shall we deal with another?” I asked him. Still pumped full of adrenaline and hatred.

“I should get home lover boy is probably waiting”

“He’s long been asleep Joshua. The nights still young” I tried to convince him. If he doesn’t go I’m going alone. I will not rest until I’ve kept her safe.

He sighed rubbing his face “I know you and I know you’re going with or without me. In the state your in right now there’s no telling you what’d do”

Without another word I opened my laptop. Researching the next scumbag who would meet the same fate. My heart dropped when I saw the face on my screen.

“What is it Jake? Something wrong?”

I slowly turned the laptop towards my brother. He gasped holding a hand over his mouth. His face pale and his eyes dilated. “Are we sure?”

I dug deeper unable to believe the truth until it nearly slapped me in the face. A picture with his disgusting arms around her. Her face unsure and timid. Once again I spun the laptop towards him. Seeing the truth laid out in front of him he sighed. I slammed it shut, grabbed my keys, and walked out the door.

“Jake! Jake!” He shouted at me. “You can’t make decisions out of anger. What did dad teach you Jake?”

I paused holding the car door handle “we have put all our trust into that guy. He’s our damn therapist Joshua. Can you use your fucking brain for a minute and think about what that means?”

“Don’t cuss at me Jacob I’m trying to not get us caught. I know it means she’s not the only one. Just take a minute before you react. Think about dad”

“Josh he’s fucking playing with their minds. He’s taking vulnerable woman and he’s assaulting them. Im going to fucking kill him”

“What did our father teach you?”

I’ve always been this way. I don’t understand it as much as the next person. My father did. Our dad was a cop. As I got older he knew he couldn’t stop me. He knew Josh would be involved as well. After all we did everything together. He knew he was the only one who could save us. Teaching us the ways. Out smarting the cops. Keeping a front your friends and family so they don’t even have a clue. The only rule don’t kill unless deserved. I would never harm the innocent, but I will protect them. Do we want rapist roaming the earth? Child predators? Abusers? Sometimes I think we were blessed. The law system fails us every single day. We can do something about it. Doing gods work so to say. There’s one thing I know y/n catching my attention wasn’t accidental.

Taking a breath I threw Josh the keys and settled in the passenger seat. He leaned up against the car smoking a cigarette. He opened the door snapping me out of my head. “Where are we going? Not his house right?”

“Yes that’s where we’re going”

“It’s late don’t you think-”

“Josh just drive I don’t want to talk about it”

“Okay” I heard him sigh. “I really don’t think this needs to happen tonight. You’re acting like a mad man”

“Something has to be done can’t you see that?”

“Yes Jacob but not in one night. I think we should go back home and rest. I just want to go back home to my partner he’s sleeping alone. He doesn’t deserve that please let’s go home”

“That’s to damn bad Joshua” I raised my voice at him. “I don’t fucking care what you want right now just drive! Drive!”

He looked at me with hurt in his eyes. He slammed on the breaks slinging me forward, spun the car around, and took off in the opposite direction of where we needed to to be.

“What the fuck are you doing? Turn the fucking car around”

“I’m going home Jacob. You’re sleeping on the couch so you don’t do anything stupid. Do you want to protect her?”

He asked me “what the hell do you think I’m trying to do here?”

“Then use your damn brain and calm the fuck down. You can’t do shit if you’re dead Jake. Don’t act on your emotions for god sake”

I didn’t speak another word. I knew he was right, and he probably saved my life tonight. I know without him I’d be dead or even in jail. I try my hardest not to lose my cool with him. Sometimes I just get so caught up with myself. I know he’ll forgive me by the morning. That doesn’t give me an excuse to treat him badly. I’d do just about anything for Josh. He doesn’t know the half of it. I have killed for Josh, but not that he’s aware of. He’s more sensitive than me, and I know that. I know sometimes everything weighs on him. He never truly wanted this life, but refused to let me do it on my own. He is and will always be the one person who understands me. I’d go into the house curl up on his couch. Hear Josh crawl into bed, whisper an apology to his partner, and he’d forgive him instantly. He’d lay his head on his chest, and try to push tonight out of his mind. His lover would play with his curls before they both drift off to sleep. Meanwhile I toss and turn on the couch, and attempt to get comfortable. While I stare up at the celling my mind starts to race. Id think about random things until my brain lands on her. Thinking about a future with her. Thinking about her in a flowered dress as I take her on a date. Holding her while she drifts to sleep on my chest. Buying her flowers, and watch her be overcome with joy. Comforting her while she crying just to make her feel safe. Spinning her around while we dance around a bar. Cooking dinner together, and sharing a bottle of wine. I fight sleep for an hour or so until I can’t no longer. My last thought would be her face smiling up at me after our kiss we shared. I find myself smiling softly, and let my eyes shut drifting to sleep.

~

You woke up groggy from the night before. Your thoughts flashed of Jake, and you started to replay the conversation. ‘Names?’

You talked to yourself as you made your morning coffee. A particular sentence really stuck in your mind.

“That’s as much as a threat as it is a promise”

What did he mean by that? Millions of thoughts rushed your head. You thought about the kiss you two shared. How he softly touched your face, and how soft his lips were. You thought about Josh, and how gentle he is. How he comforted you at the bar, and made you feel safe. You sip your coffee pondering your night. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you”. You didn’t know why, but you had a feeling your life was about to dramatically change. Still flipping through the conversations, but you were interrupted. A loud knock on the door snapping you out of your thoughts. You started to shake with fear. Your breath started to pickup, and you slowly walked towards the door. Of course you had a good night, and he shows up now. An ex of yours still bothers you often. It’s been eight months since the breakup, but that didn’t matter to him. Your body filled with fear, as you slowly walked to the door. With a shaky hand you reached for the door handle, turning it, and there he was.

“Jake?”

“Didn’t forget about me did you?” He teased, but his face dropped. He noticed the look of terror on your face, your shaking body, and your eyes watery.

“Oh it’s you! Thank god it’s you!” You exclaimed desperately.

He was dressed in sweats, and a matching sweater. His hair still damp from the shower, and he smelled like wood and leather. His cheeks pink and his eyes looked like honey.

“You’re shaking” he paused realizing what happened. “Who did you think I was?”

“Someone else, but it’s you!” Clearing your throat trying to shake off your nerves. “It’s you”

He watched as you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down. Anger filled him, but it couldn’t let you know. Instead he smiled at you, and waited until you spoke. Giving you time to calm down, and for your nerves to relax.

“Wasnt expecting you so early. Sorry I don’t look the best”. Now feeling a little embarrassed in your pajama pants and, an old sleep shirt. No makeup and your hair was an absolute mess.

“I think you look beautiful”

“sure you do” you tried smiled but your lips curved down.

“What? You don’t believe me?” He cocked his head to the side like a puppy.

You giggled shaking your head no. “I look a mess Jake”

“A beautiful one I might add”

Your nerves were calm, and soon felt at home. It all felt surreal to you. A beautiful man stood on your porch. Just because he genuinely wants to love you. He was dressed in sweats, and a matching sweater. His hair still damp from the shower, and he smelled like wood and leather. His cheeks pink and his eyes looked like honey. You invited him inside, and he sat beside you on the couch. He cleared his throat, and you could tell something was on his mind.

“I just wanted to apologize for last night. We didn’t mean to scare you. I just want to protect you that’s all it was. I know I came off strong and I’m sorry”

“Oh”

He thought he cleared things up, but it just made you more lost. “I just don’t understand why? You met me last night why do you even care? I don’t get why you’d involve”

“Because when I told you last night that women don’t usually catch my attention. I was telling you the truth. Then when we got to talking I knew that we met for a reason. It’s not often for someone to be so afraid of me. Especially not of my brother. Then you flinched when he moved your hair. My heart broke a little, and I realized that someone has hurt you. In that moment the only thing I wanted was to hold you, and tell you I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you again”

“But I’m damaged. I have so much baggage I just can’t understand why you’d want to involve yourself in the mess. Jake I am so much to deal with save yourself”

“That’s what you’ve been told because nobody has ever put effort into you. Y/n you deserve to feel love. With everything you’ve been through I want to be the one. I want to show you love. Gently love. You didn’t deserve anything you went through”

“And how do you know I don’t deserve it?”

His brows furrowed, and he paused for a moment. It upset him that you think so lowly of yourself. “because nobody deserves that y/n. Whoever made you think you do is a piece of shit. They have made you scared to open the door. Do you not see how horrible that is?”

“I dunno I guess it’s just been this way for so long. I’ve never been shown anything else how could I see how bad it is?”

“That’s exactly the problem y/n” he spoke louder, and his voice grew shaky. “I’m going to make it better. I’m going to undo all the trauma you’ve been through. One day your going to look back and all this is going to be in the past. I’m going to take care of you through all of it. I’m gonna love you on your good and bad days. When your smiling and laughing I’m right there with you. When your crying and you feel like youll never move on in there. Please y/n you have to let me in. Please let me heal you baby”

You fell quiet for a moment thinking about what to say. You had a change of heart for, and you believed him. This was new to you, and you weren’t sure how to respond. You could have fought him. Telling him you were fine, and you didn’t need him to protect you. Could have shoved him away like you do with everyone who tries to help. You can continue to fight your exs off alone. Continue this cycle over and over until it kills you. Instead you took him through your life. Who hurt you first, what has been done to you, and whats been said to you. Telling him things that nobody else knows. True to his word when the memory’s got to be too much. You cried into his chest, he held you tight, gently swaying side to side, and whispered sweet things in your ears. Promising over and over that you were safe now. It took you a long while to finish your talk. After you decompressed on the couch. Cuddled up beside Jake, as you both sipped your coffee. His phone started vibrating in his pocket. Comfortable as ever he sighed and picked it up. “It’s Josh I’m going to step outside”

“Where’d you rush off too?”

“Well don’t think I didn’t hear you two this morning” he laughed. “I went to see her and apologize for freaking her out last night. Except we talked, and she told me everything”

“Yeah we kind of forgot you were in the house. Like everything as in her exs?”

“Yes and Josh it’s worse than I imagined. We’ll talk tonight. Anyways what did you need?

“Jesus alright. I was calling to see if you two wanted to grab lunch. Lover boys getting hungry”

“I’m sure she’d love to. She’ll probably need time to get ready though. We’ve been lounging in the couch all morning”

“Well you’re crazy if you think I’m dressed yet. My hairs not even wash” he scoffed. “Let’s just meet at the cafe on Main Street in like an hour. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect. Hey I just wanted to apologize about-”

“Don’t worry about it. I would do the same for him I understand”

He hung up the phone before Jake could spill his apology to him. Jake knew he’d forgive him, but it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty. He headed back inside as sat back down on the couch.

“Everything okay?” You asked.

“Josh invited us to lunch. Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving. Where are we eating?”

“That cafe on Main Street. The one with the blue trim”

“That’s like the most expensive cafe in town. I don’t think I I’ll be able to eat, but I’ll just get a coffee”

“I didn’t ask if you had money. I asked if you were hungry. No girl of mine will be paying for her own food. Go get dressed doll we’re leaving in an hour”

You stumbled over your words, and your face turned red. He just smiled at you, and placed a kiss on your hand. You happily went into your room to start getting ready. Applying your makeup, and fixing up your messy hair. Finding an old floral sun dress you thought would go perfect. Little did you they were Jake’s favorite.

He sat manspread on the couch waiting for you. Half watching the tv, and half thinking about the outfit you were going to wear. He wondered what your style was. Dresses and skirts or leggings and pants. He was pleasantly surprised with what you choice. Quickly rising to his feet to see you. He cheeks grew rosy and his eyes sparkled. “You look stunning”

You spun around showing him how your dress twirls. “Thank you Jake” your cheeks now matching his.

You grabbed what you needed, and walked outside. Only to find the nicest car you’ve ever seen. “Holy shit Jake this is yours?”

“Yes doll” he smiled at your enthusiasm. “Wait till you see the inside”

Like a gentleman he opened the door for you. As he walked around to the driver side you let out a squeal of excitement. Quickly calming down as he opened his door. Your face bright red, and a smile on your face. Looking around the car and feeling the softness of the seats. “Is it fast?” You asked.

“I’ll let you decide. Ready?” He smirked at you.

“Oh god”. He gassed on it throwing you back against the seat. Erupting a loud string of laughs from you. “You’re gonna kill us!”

“Okay okay you’re right” he hits the breaks slowing down. “Just kidding”

“Jake!”

When you arrived they were standing outside waiting. A cigarette between Josh’s fingers that he quickly discarded of. Jake opened the door for you. When you stepped out Josh did the classic whistle. You giggled and greeted him excitedly. “Hi Josh”

“Hello dear looking stunning love the flowers”

“Thank you. You look gorgeous lovin the pants”

He waved a hand in the air, and showed off his outfit. Putting his hands on his hips and swaying them. You watched him in awe almost fascinated by him. His boyfriend doesn’t speak much, but you complemented him anyways. He quietly thanked you and smiled. You could tell it made his day.

“He’s shy, but he’s a sweetheart” Josh told you, and wrapped his arm around him. He is definitely on the introverted side. Although he doesn’t speak much his eyes are kind. You can tell a lot through them especially his love for Josh.

You were seated at a booth and ordered your drinks. “Vodka soda please” Josh said. The table all sighed.

“It’s nine in the morning” you whisper.

“So?” he looked at you like you were crazy.

You just giggled at him “coffee umm no vodka”

Josh found you quite funny and laughed loudly with no shame. You wonder how he was so confident. The few people looked over at him, but he didn’t even notice. You hope to be as carefree as him someday. Your drinks came and it was soon time to order. You listened as they talked about this and that. Sipping on your coffee peacefully, but the tv caught your attention. Your mouth dropped when you saw the headline on the news.

“That- that’s my ex. He’s missing” you pointed at the tv.

Jake’s eye widened, and he gulped hard. Josh taking the lead “How strange. Any details?”

“Said he there was a disturbance call to his home the morning he went missing. He was last seen at work and he’s been missing ever since”

“Interesting” Josh took a sip “what do you think happened?”

“Probably fighting with his new girlfriend. Sounds about right. I’m sure he fleed after he did too much damage”

“That’s horrible. Sounds like a piece of shit”

“Jacob don’t be rude” Josh scolded him.

“He’s not wrong. Im just glad he’s out of here. He still bothers me sometimes. Hell I wouldn’t give a shit if he was dead”

“Sounds like he’d deserve it if something did happen to him” Jake said calmly

“Yeah absolutely”

The waitress came back to the table placing your plates down. You all talked about how good the food looked and started to dig in. Jake and Josh exchanged glances of relief. They watched you carefully afraid you would catch on. However, you sat there happily eating your expensive breakfast, and drinking your fancy coffee. You smiled to yourself, and realized you were in good hands. Realizing you we’re finally safe for he first time in forever. Completely letting your walls down you laid your head on Jake’s shoulder. Catching him off guard for a moment. Squeezing his arm you spoke “thank you”

“For what doll?” He asked confused.

“Saving me”

He kissed the top of your head “you’re safe now I promise”

“I know”

[starlit1daydream]

CLASSPECTING RED GUY: DHMIS and the aspect of Breath

So, Red was technically tied for first with Yellow in the poll I made, but given that I had more clear ideas for Yellow I elected to make this first. Now I've taken some time to think over Red's classpect, I think I'm confident about my answer.

Red's characterisation hinges on two key factors, I think.

Factor one: Red Guy is disaffected, apathetic and bored. He seems to enjoy doing nothing, to the point where he gets frustrated when his plans of doing nothing are scarpered. Red Guy is lazy.

Factor two: Red Guy always seems to want to leave wherever it is he is. He never belongs. Consistently, throughout both series, Red Guy has the urge to depart the most frequently.

With this, it's pretty clear what Aspect he's bound to? Red Guy furthers the narrative, is in constant pursuit of freedom, and remains avoidant and detached throughout it all. He's a very clear Breath-bound, and I'm irritated it took me this long to realise it.

Red Guy's desire for escapism and refusal to fit into boxes comes into play particularly during the Family episode, which serves as a little mini-arc for him, I feel. He seems to like the idea of family, connection and 'belonging' (a very Blood-coded idea), but finds very quickly that he's not cut out for it and is rejected outright by the people he seems to think he belongs with. It happens again in the Dreams episode of the TV show. Red's among those whom by all accounts he should conform with. They're quite literally carbon copies of him... but he doesn't connect.

So, what Class does this place him as? What do you give to a player who has quite literally been rejected by their opposing Aspect? I'm going to pin him as a Seer of Breath. He has the stubbornness, argumentative nature and self-destructive nature that most Seers have, for sure, particularly Rose. Much like Rose, he begins without his Aspect and disregards it (lacking in freedom, adhering to Blood rather than Breath) and his quest begins once he starts searching for it. Once he has his eyes on the Aspect, he is relentless in his thirst for knowledge of it. Red, like Rose, rejects the role given to him by the higher powers (Roy & SBURB) in the name of something greater and desires to destroy what's been laid out in front of him. And, as you can see in Transport, that's what he does.

Ultimately, Red's motivated wholly by desire to understand Breath in the name of others, working tirelessly to free himself and his friends from the chains they're bound by. And, of course, in the web series narrative he grants them that freedom.

There's an alternative reading for sure that Red is a Thief of Blood - not understanding the value of Blood whilst continuing to crave it and obsessively hoard it, but Thieves aren't really known for ghosting their opposite and he doesn't really strike me as being selfish or callous enough to be a Thief. Plus, the Breath in his characterisation outweighs the Blood significantly.

Finally, I'll be going over Duck Guy for June 19th, as a player of Doom. Don't miss it.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hellooo! How are you? I hope you are well, I would like to do a FGO commission, Headcannons for Morgan Le Fay, Baobhan Sith, Mélusine and Barghest in love with Reader (Master) I would really like to see this, please let me know if you can or not, it's ok if you can't , thank you 😊

Your Wish Is My Command!

(My first Fate request, I had a lot of fun with this! Especially Barghest, but that’s probably because she’s my favorite!  Sorry if it’s shorter than you were expecting or if a lot of it doesn’t make sense. My allergies have been kicking my ass and I had to take one of those pills that knock you out harder than Mike Tyson when I wrote this!)

Morgan Le Fay

Morgan has the type of style that could only be defined as “Extravagantly Simplistic”

If you don’t understand what I mean by this just look at her dress.

This same style and poise carries over into the relationship you two share.

It doesn’t matter if it’s sleeping or fighting she always keeps a certain elegance about her no matter what.

But this doesn’t mean she’s cold, in fact it’s quite the opposite, she is a very warm hearted person especially with you.

All of that said, do be careful whenever you hear her reciting something under her breath in the Fae tongues, it could be anything from a curse to a shopping list, or both!

Morgan is definitely the small spoon, in pretty much everything when she’s with you but she doesn’t mind being the big spoon every now and then.

She’s probably very violently dismembered someone after they insulted you then asked if you wanted ice cream with a smile.

All in All Morgan is a very kind and giddy significant other unless you are put in the crosshairs of something which in that case… well just pray she doesn’t torture it for to long.

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“OH! Hello there my spouse! I’m glad to see your wounds have healed!” a blood drenched Morgan happily exclaimed as she kicked a flayed arm into a magical fire.

You simply gazed at the fire and asked “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that was the guy who got the jump on me?” plainly, completely used to Morgan’s overprotective nature.

Morgan simply smiled and nodded

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Baobhan Sith

Baobhan’s style is simply extravagant, at least until she’s alone but I’ll circle around to that in a bit.

In a LOT of way’s she’s a brattier version of her mother.

Be warned though, she is stubborn and petty! Which is quite the combination!

She definitely strikes me as the type to spend her days off sitting in a too large T-Shirt and shorts eating Ice Cream while watching horror movies alone before she accidentally puts on a soap opera and gets sucked in.

She will not hesitate to roast someone so hard they spontaneously combust.

Baobhan is not someone who likes large gatherings of people so she much prefers quality time with just the two of you though she’d rather die before admitting it.

She Says she's a top, she’s not, she’s a sub, small spoon in everything she couldn’t be the big spoon if she tried.

Baobhan is probably the second most possessive person on this list.

That being said she’s probably the last one to jump to violence, wounds are temporary, the destruction Baobhan can unleash with her words is eternal.

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You opened the door to the home that you and Baobhan shared where you immediately tripped over an ice cream carton which was followed by the sound of someone scrambling to change the channel on the TV.

When you walked into the living room you saw Baobhan surrounded by an army of Ice cream cartons with puffy red eye’s

“Were you crying?” You asked.

“nO!” Baobhan lied poorly

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Mélusine 

Melusine’s style is quote: “Warm”

Sweaters, pants, jackets, the works.

She’s a very physical person, all about hugs, handholding, and staying together no matter what.

All of that said, she is the second quickest to violence on this list.

She will absolutely NUKE whatever tries to harm you.

Bug?

NUKED!

Rat?

NUKED!

Some random jackass?

NUKED!

Crippling loneliness?

ABSOLUTELY OBLITERATED!!!

Mélusine is the smolest of spoons.

That being said! She will ABSOLUTELY use her size and cute eyes against you!

You have had to stop her from destroying the world on more than one occasion, usually because of traffic.

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“So when are you going to be home My Master? The show will be starting soon!” Mélusine asked energetically.

You swallowed deeply as you said “Ah… right about that…” before trailing off.

“Master, think VERY carefully about what you say next.” Mélusine coldly stated.

“I’m caught in traffic” You quickly exclaimed, ripping the bandaid off.

Silence was all you heard before a loud boom

“Mélusine nO-”

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Barghest

Barghest’s Style is just cute clothes like sundresses, she also likes to wear earthy colors.

Barghest is pretty awkward, she’s not really sure how to hug or kiss you most of the time mostly because of her size but also because she genuinely loves you and is afraid that she’ll eat you.

Well I say kiss, she licks you but that’s not the point.

Strikes me as the type to just mope around unless the two of you are together or if she’s doing something which usually includes cooking large portions of food, exercising, or watching something that catches her attention which is usually whatever has a catchy tune and some form of well choreographed action.

She loves being the big spoon though she also enjoys being the small spoon on occasion though before the two of you could even get to that point you had to teach her how to cuddle.

Barghest gets jealous pretty easily so watch out for that because that’s usually when she gets possessive and when she gets possessive… Well, I'll let you imagine what happens next (Hint: It involves any form of cushioned space around human size and biting).

She loves cooking, even more so when you’re with her, though be warned her “Normal sized” Portions could feed five men, so you're just going to have to force yourself to eat it.

She’s willing to get into a fight if she has to but she prefers not to.

You constantly have a bite mark on your collar bone, she also licks you on the neck when asked why she does this she gets a possessive and hungry glint in her eyes like she’s daring someone to challenge her and says.

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“I want every single man, woman, child, non-binary and agender person to know you are mine, Master!”

“Oh, okay!” You quietly squeaked out embarrassed.

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