#this is the only time i will draw a shorter lamb

[asmimir]

a small guilty pleasure I have is watching Helluva boss but only the parts with stolitz, i really should be doing my thesis but the fixations must be fixated upon aughaughuhuahgu

[sunyfan]

The Number That Changes Everything

3 years ago, I had suspicions that Rex might have a different age. So to dispel all my doubts, I began to draw a timeline of events using measurable facts:

Besides the show, there are other sources indicating that Rex’s current age is 15 years old.

I get it, Man of Action, it’s a “red line” that I shouldn’t cross if I really want to know the truth ^_^

As a result, I got 5 scales:

These scales on Rex’s timeline:

Even in the first version of the graph I have obvious conclusions:

Rex’s birthday is clearly not the same date as Six’s, despite the fact that an entire episode was devoted to this topic.

The Nanite Event and Six’s memory loss also did not occur on this date, otherwise we learned it from Caesar.

Yeas, the show has a character like Caesar, but lack of mention or hint of Rex’s true age from him, don’t letting me to set colored scales correctly..

I could have made a lot of versions of scales location, but something told me to pay attention to dots and that there is also a connection between them..

Hmm… dots forming another scale…

No way..

You’ve got to be kidding me?

Is it for real?

So thanks to WIKI I can even set the correct proportions!

Since things of «Lions and Lambs» and «Back to Black» happen on the same day for Rex, I placed dots on the same level.

I can’t make the dot’s scale longer/shorter because it affects the time and course of events

Well, I have the correct positions of colored scales (second graph), but still no answers. Perhaps if I add Six’s timeline, it will be easier for me to search.

Based on Six’s timeline, almost 2 years have passed in the show, and since there is not a single hint about Rex’s age in the series, so it’s quite possible that the answer lies in the gap of 6 months. But how far should I move Rex’s scale?

The show featured numbers such as «5», «6», «10» (Ben 10) and «15», where the number «6» has a special meaning:

Only 6 Master Control Nanites 6th dangerous man on the planet Six lost 6 years of memory Rex remembers his last 6 years Rex was sent 6 months into the future

Definitely, creators have another, special number and they had moments when they changed the airing dates of episodes just for this certain number. And I can tell which episode this happened.

The show has a special: «HEROES UNITED», the official release of which was 11.25.2011, in other words, it was the 3rd episode on air, but on GRwiki it goes as the 11th episode. Why did they decide to use 11?

I know MOA have such a character as Kevin 11, you don’t have to comment about it ^^

Besides this, «11» also relates to the another ep. like «Back to Black» which was released on the beautiful date: 11.11.2011. It’s remarkable that just in this episode we learn how scared Rex can be when he sees that Providence instantly changed for him, like he had lost his memory again.

But he is not the only one. Six also was in same situation. And do you know what I found out? «11» has its plase in «Six minus Six» too!

When Six was released from his obligation to search for Rex’s family, and One was gone, the anxiety is over in his life. But it wasn’t for long. Сreators hinted back in the series “Promises, Promises” that changes await him.. Six: «Whether for good or ill, our fates will follow the same path».

But that’s not all!

This is it, guys…

One day… some artists of the show published their resume of Generator Rex in honor of it’s anniversary.

Guys!..

It was in 11th Anniversary! 11th! This number is truly special, no less than «6»!

It was in «Six minus Six» where Six changed, It was in «Back to Black» where Providence has changed, It was in «Heroes United» where Ben helped save the World from Alpha, changing Rex’s Builds. And it was on the day when Six found Rex, boy’s life IS CHANGED!

Rex was 11 years old!

I’m not sure that Rex’s and Six’s birthdays are identical, but it’s enough for me to know that these dates in that same 6-month gap. As a result, Rex missed both of his birthdays according to the calendar and memory. And the fact that Rex remembers 6 years was a clue to his true age all these years … astoundingly o_O

Man of Action, I'm giving a standing applaud! It feels like a whole paradigm has changed!.. For good, of course ^^

BONUS

When I was studying the coincidences with the number 11, I thought that if I slightly change the positions of episodes of Season 3, because the existing one looks unnatural and this is what I got:

As far as I remember, starting from the “Black and White”, both sides began to search for meta-nanites and apparently the last one should have been found in special episode, in which Six’s memory should be back too, because it was maaany hints abouth this [ in ep. «End Game 1 & 2» ]… and so as we found out, the creators leave hints for a reason. Also in the same special, the leadership of Providence passes from Black Knight to White, because in the episode «End Game 2» after Rex was kidnapped, Six receives support from the army.

[bigstupid69]

I do tend to draw the choir similar to some of the actors, but I honestly just wanted to make my own designs and make them more greasy teenagers since I love them.

They all have braces (plus Constance) because why not!

Additional hadcanons below!!

Penny

𓃬 I wanna preface before I say anything, I absolutely LOVE CDplayer! And me making them exes is in no way hating on the ship! I just like angst and I basically made them both have a falling out from the JK-47 incident. I don't think Tammy would break up, I think Penny just genuinely avoided everyone and everything after that happened with barely any additional communication. Dick move to practically ghost her I know, but my Penny Lamb is not the most mentally healthy since-, I don't think she would be given all the shit she's been through...

𓃬 Sad note I forgot to add to the backpack is that she keeps a cross necklace in the pocket of her school uniform that Tammy gave to her, ouch!

𓃬 She keeps a mask in her bag since she tends to wear a face mask to try and blend into the background and escape the relentless bullying she faces at St Cassian, it works most of the time.

𓃬 Her blonde streaks in her hair is not dye. When she came back life part of Jane still remained in her, that being the porcelain doll's blonde hair. She can't remove it whether by cutting it off or dying, she's just like that permanently. I touched on my personal headcanons with Penny's sense of identity when it came to Jane in a very old fanfiction, that I discontinued. It's definitely gonna come back in the ghost AU I'm currently working on.

𓃬 She constantly looks like she's been pushed down the stairs. Usually not the case she's just very clumsy, definitely concerns the choir that she just shows up covered in bandages and bruises and acts like nothing happened.

Ocean

✪ Non ginger Ocean is still too cursed to me so I'm just gonna go with her dying it since no one probably wants to be ginger. (no offense)

✪ She keeps any random item Penny gives her. Even if it's like a paperclip she found on the ground, she treasures it. (Reason why half of the crap is just rocks, Penny is like a bird that picks up shiny things and gives them to people.)

✪ She's only an inch shorter than Mischa, (yeah I made him tiny). They have a worse sibling rivalry than Noel at points since the height difference isn't intimidating.

✪ She constantly keeps trying to fix Penny's loose tie in the hallway or whenever she notices it not as perfect as she wants it to be. (because she is insane)

Noel

☠ Again no hate to frenchrap?? I think that's the ship name? (Noel and Corey) I think it's cute! Also means my man has the worst taste in men imaginable since he's fallen for SoundCloud rappers twice now.

☠ We need more hairy Noel designs so I shall provide. Sue me I like facial hair! you're probably gonna have to get used to it in most of the male designs.

☠ I accidentally gave him a mullet (technically was intentional). I thought him growing his hair out would be neat, unfortunately left him with a mullet, but oh well.

☠ I am very defensive about what I think the rtc cast would listen to when it comes to relevant time dates. Imo he listens to the cure, the smiths, scissor sisters, the cardigans, carpenters, strawberry switchblade, and Depeche mode. He also is a fan of most upbeat pop music from any era but he wouldn't tell anyone he actually likes that genre.

[forsakencarrion]

When the lamb has to shave their wool by themselves for the first time.

Context under cut

For a few years now I've been cutting my hair by myself, it all started when I was quarantined with Miss Corona and couldn't go to the hair salon. Afterwards, I started doing it myself mainly because 1, hair salons are oddly expensive, and 2, I don't like strangers touching my hair

Flash forward to today, I'm bored, school starts again on the 29th, "fuck it" and cut my hair.

Now. The problem emerges when my goal is to copy a haircut I had years ago that originally only grew in that way due to it being cut super super short and growing in, and in the past years of me cutting my own hair, I've tried my best not to go too short because it makes me look weird. I think you can tell where this is going. I looked in the mirror and it was my first thought (I kinda forgot he had shorter hair than this but I still this)

I fear I may need to go bald, but I am also afraid that would just make me look rounder. Curse you fetus me for not turning around and forcing my mom to get a c-section. Now, our head looks like a four square ball with high cheekbones.

Anyway yeah I wanted tk make this because I refuse to suffer alone and must draw the lamb into this with me.

[paintedpawz]

REDRAW TIME! I have a considerable amount of cult of the lamb in my sketchbook from when I first started playing last summer, and as you know, when I get hyperfixated on a new game/fandom... I've GOT to make an OC for that world!

Now, I already made a character sheet for my boy.. however, I needed to change the design quite a bit as I wasn't happy with any of it. :D Plus I actually improved quite a bit at drawing Furry stuff I'd say! Plus purple is my favorite color. <3

Anyways, this is Shep Woolson Lockehorn! 12th son of long line of swords in their family, trained under Kudai.. now a chosen one saved from death themselves. Prefers a battle of the mind than being physical... being born with one arm and all. He's experiment with a few prosthetics, but nowadays if he needs an extra hand, the powers of the crown shifts into whatever he needs. He's gotten so in-sync with the dark powers now, that the crown now shifts into weapons instantly as soon as Shep enters the fray!

Another key detail is that this lamb is quite particular about their hair. Dreadlocks need their maintenance too ya know, but he also keeps it long to hide the scar that hides a pretty gruesome secret. I wouldn't sneak behind him anytime soon. Though, his uh "secret weapon" only opens when his he's getting overwhelmed in a fight. So the crown takes over from there and basically absorbs the threat like a black hole.

(Details for those who can't see the image: Drawing of an anthropomorphic sheep, on the left he looks curious/concerned about something off screen. He has long, light charcoal colored dreads/curls into a tied back half-way bun. Long, red horns that curve slightly, yellow eyes, purple wool with a slight chubby build. His faced has red freckles, a dark brown 'mask' over his eyes and slight buck teeth. The right side shows he's gone through an immense amount of trauma to his body. His legs, covered in bandages are holding his uneven legs steady due to them being broken in the past, and never healed properly. Still chubby, but a little muscular in there as well. He's got a curly goatee and physical signs that he's aged physically to a point, but stopped. Much shorter horns, as if they were sawed off. Shorter hair as well, a torn left ear, and the iconic red crown. End description.)

[fayas-maanimationblog]

Animatic Assignment

Learning 2 - The limitation of time

So now I had my list of Ideas, around 3-4 for 5 prompts that I had selected from the options and it was time to get to storyboarding them and this is when I ran into my next problem, time.

30 seconds seemed to be too short for most of my ideas, some would fit but moments of silence and suspense, moments of introspection would have had to be sacrificed to fit the timeframe which would have affected the overall storytelling.

this made me go back to the drawing board and I decided to first list out what would be the success criteria for the animatics i create will be:

Has to be in 30 seconds or max, to be under 35 seconds. this was quite important not only because this was the overall assignment objective but as a personal challenge for myself as I was used to longer forms of narrative storytelling which often can be a crutch. keeping the narrative under 30 seconds would be a good exercise in practicing simplicity which is the most important aspect of any artistic practice.

Has to be honest and personal. this was almost as important as the first criteria for myself due to prior experience of being in college, the fear of judgement that can creep in and how it ultimately affected the kind of art I ended up making. To make sure the stories I make ultimately reflect myself and me as an artist and not an imitation of someone else.

Use of Cinematic language. With the time being only 30 seconds, This was a good opportunity to be as Intentional as I could be with every second of the film and Intentionality makes good film!

with these identified I began watching and revisiting some animated and live action shorts which were on the shorter side, here are a few of them I liked:

I don't like you - vizkut

An animated short about a person that struggles in loving themselves but continues holding on to the few parts that give them any purpose.

This is a short that fit all my success criteria's, its 34 seconds, Its simple and is speaking an almost universal experience while still portraying it in a very personal and unique manner, It tells the story using the medium of animation in a way only animation can, unique character designs of a teal (considered to be a shy color) silhouette with only its facial features, abstract and texture filled backgrounds that gives it a somber and grim mood, keeping you engaged all the way.

Situationship - Webb Montgomery

This was a particularly influential one as watching this lead to me expanding on an idea that I had for a prompt which lead to my first animatic.

While "I don't like you" effectiveness comes from its quiet introspective mood "Situationship" effectiveness comes from being able to condense the timeline of a situationship that lasted a months or maybe years into 30 seconds. In fact, the pace in which the montage moves, while matching with the music gives you the feeling of the sentence "Time flies when you are having fun", adding a somberness and bittersweet feeling that would have less of a punch in a longer form.

The few negatives I would have if I am being nitpicky would be the art style which compared to I don't like you is a bit simplistic and common and the overall narrative and presentation of the idea being a bit mainstream as there are other examples of similar work of such montages, the most famous being the montage from UP. The film maybe more accessible but would have levelled up a bit more artistically had it been a bit more abstract in my opinion. However it can also be argued that its accessibility is its biggest strength since its the most viewed video on my list.

INCARNAT - SAOR

A short about a lamb going through the trials of death and consumption, this was definitely one of the most abstract work that I had ended up watching during my research.

The biggest success of this short would be the unique format of storytelling, using the frames to show multiple instances thereby being able to condense more information in the 30 second short. the art style that oozes cool and vintage which makes the images more digestible.

However going through the success criteria's I cant help but admit that I did not personally connect with it too much, the polished look and feel take away from the brutality I feel is required of the images and of the act of slaughter of a sheep from its own POV and how it would have been a bit more successful if the creator had played around with rougher and grosses textures to leave the audience with their skin crawling.

Are you going to hurt me? - TAEETIMEE

Are you going to hurt me? succeeds in the places where I felt INCARNAT suffered, where even though the images and the art style are quite simple it is filled with texture and grittiness that compliments the subject matter very well, The silence and inactivity of the characters only add to the intensity of the short and its ending while the bright, warm images provide a good juxtaposition to it.

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there were more but for the sake of length I will choose another blog to discuss more of the animations I watch. But after watching these I Understood how shorter forms of storytelling work not on structure and long journeys but rather capturing the essence of a feeling, a moment, an idea. with this in mind I continued expanding on my ideas and started my first animatic.

To be continued.

[erabundus]

@ironbloodcd &&. said... ‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’ - from the Homunculus

the  harbinger  stands,  surrounded  by  threats  at  every  angle  —  a  blade  pointed  at  his  throat,  an  arrow  primed  to  skewer  through  his  chest.  his  body  language  by  contrast  is  so  at  ease  as  to  be  INSULTING.  he  pays  no  mind  to  the  treasure  hoarders  and  their  petty  demands.  it  isn't  the  first  time  his  ornate  clothing  and  delicate  stature  have  caused  the  vermin  to  flock  to  him  —  assuming  (  like  the  parasites  they  are  )  that  he  is  little  more  than  a  lost  lamb  straying  into  the  den  of  wolves.  an  easy  mark,  weighed  down  by  the  coin  in  his  pockets.  they  are  human  —  and  so,  it  is  wholly  UNSURPRISING  that  they  would  act  in  their  own  self-interest.  it  doesn't  stop  the  disgust  from  pooling  on  his  tongue  as  the  fool  with  the  audacity  to  draw  his  blade  against  a  soon  to  be  god  tries  to  bark  out  his  petty  demands.  mora,  mora,  mora.  it's  as  if  he's  talking  to  that  NINTH ranked fool.  do  mortals  ever  think  about  anything  else?

he  supposes  if  there  is  one  benefit  to  this  TEDIOUS  ORDEAL,  it's  the  presence  of  an  audience.  kunikuzushi  ordinarily  prefers  to  travel  alone  —  yet  by  a  stroke  of  pure  chance,  permitted  his  loyal  follower  to  walk  by  his  side  for  the  duration  of  this  particular  journey.  just  as  well,  a  god  is  not  deserving  of  worship  for  their  divinity  alone  —  rather,  it's  the  STRENGTH  that  comes  alongside  it  that  truly  matters.  (  his  mother  taught  him  that  lesson  well.  it  was  the  only  thing  she  ever  taught  him.  )  he  thinks  a  demonstration  of  HIS  OWN  is  in  order.

his  kasa  chimes.  the  air  crackles  with  electro's  might.  kunikuzushi's  clothes  sway  —  as  if  dancing  in  the  breeze.  he  doesn't  move  —  or  rather,  he  doesn't  APPEAR  to  move.  yet  around  them  come  a  half  dozen  cries  and  gasps  of  pain.

their would-be assailants crumple. the blade once pointed at his neck hits the ground with a metallic clatter. now surrounded by death, the balladeer seems too AT HOME for comfort.

what  would  i  do  without  you,  the  homunculus  says.  and  kunikuzushi  turns,  lips  curved  in  a  tranquil  smile.  (  yet  his  eyes  are  wild  with  the  delight  only  immense  catharsis  can  bring.  )  ❝  you  sell  yourself  shorter  than  you  deserve.  ❞   he  replies.  the  words  sound  almost  COMFORTING,  despite  being  uttered  under  such  grim  circumstances.   ❝  if  you  want  to  know  what  WORTHLESS  truly  looks  like ...  all  you  have  to  do  is  direct  your  attention  to  the  ground.  ❞  he  punctuates  the  thought  with  a  sharp  kick  —  sending  the  nearest  body  tumbling  like  a  discarded  doll.  the  sight  is  amusing  enough  to  earn  a  soft  huff  of  a  laugh;  unsurprisingly,  the  balladeer  offers  the  dead  as  little  respect  as  he  offered  them  in  life.  ❝  you  and  i ...  are  nothing  like  them.  ❞ they're better; meant for greater things.

QUESTION STARTERS.

[angelplummie]

YOU PROMISED

KUROO X READER ANGST

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warnings: swearing, cheating, break ups, long awaited sequel hehe, big thanks to @floweyy for being my beta reader 💕💕 love forever girl. i hope u guys enjoy!!!

part 1 part 2

Your heart fell to the deep recesses of your gut when you heard his voice. The noise of his jacket being placed on the banister and the plod of his smart business man shoes let you track him along the hallway.

Closer and closer he got, and you still sat there, frozen stock still to the cushions. The embers of hysterics yanked at your insides as you fought the urge to start balling again. Instead, you managed to find resolve, managed to calm down just enough, steal yourself into a cold, miserable sight for him to come home to. Your face was still wet and messy, but it didn’t matter. You always looked pretty when you cried, you hoped he would remember you like this when he was gone. No, when you got rid of him.

“Y/N? I’m home.”

He finally found you, standing in the doorframe of the front room. Your gaze dragged across the carpet, to his shoes to his trouser to his shirt to his face. And you stared at him, making no effort to hide anything, anything at all. He blinked down at you with wide eyes, he almost looked innocent, like a little baby lamb. He batt his big beautiful eyelashes again and opened his mouth like he had something to say.

“Hi,” you said and you sniffed, nerves pulsing in your stomach. Whatever. You have nothing to be nervous about.

You could see him panic, see the cogs in his head churn, even if he did his best to hide it from you. It was only a flash, but you know a lot about someone when you love them for years of your life. Years of your life you will never get back.

“Are you ok, Y/N?” he breathed.

An eery silence followed, punctuated only by the beating of Kuroo’s disgusting pig heart. You close your eyes, draw in a deep breath.

“Can we just be honest with each other? For once? Can you just admit it?”

A shorter silence, this time interrupted a deep sigh.

“You heard then.”

So it was true. It was absolute. It was fact. While you feel like you might throw up, a strange relief washes through you. He was honest. He was being honest. It was new, it was refreshing, and if nothing else it was time saving.

“Of course I fucking heard.”

He sighed, shaky hands covering his face. He looked distressed, which pleased you, but did nothing to quell the burning agony, the misery eating away at you.

“I thought,” you inhaled through your nose, “that after years and years of being together, i would mean something to you. I would’ve hoped that the years of my life I spent on you, making you happy, doing everything I could for you, would mean more to you than this bullshit.”

He still covers his face, and your anger flares up once again.

“Fucking look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

Your voice is broken, it’s obvious and glaring, and he doesn’t dare disobey you. He brings his hand away, and you see his adam’s apple bob, his eyes are vacant as they look at you. His brows are furrowed, he looks like he’s in some kind of pain.

“But you go, and you-you,” you grimace and turn away, tears pouring from your eyes again, dropping from your lashes. Why can’t you do this properly? Why does he have to know how much you’re hurting?

“You do it right in front of me! And you swore! You swore on-on everything that you would never, that you were just like that, you’re just friendly. Fucking bullshit.”

You had lost the plot now. You remember you had intentions, but what were you even going to say to him in the first place? It didn’t matter. None of it mattered.

“Y/N,” he said, voice hardly over a breathless mumble,”I am so sorry. I never, never wanted to hurt you, I-I love you.” You wonder what he was thinking, what his evil reptilian little brain was thinking right now. Did he pity you? Did he think he still loved you? Did he just want it over? Whatever it was, it made you sick.

“Nothing you say matters to me anymore. I can’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth Kuroo.”

“Don’t,” he damn near whimpered, lurching towards you, crouching down to the sofa to be eye level with you,”Y/N, please, I’m so so sorry. It was a mistake, it was all a stupid mistake, I didn’t even- I- I- I wasn’t even-“

“Shut the fuck up,” you cut in, sobs catching in your raw throat, “don’t even fucking try to bullshit me. You’re not fucking sorry. I bet you and her had a little giggle about it didn’t you? Bet it was fucking hilarious.”

“No! It was just, one time before this, and then she came onto me again, and-and, I don’t know what I was thinking, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This was the last time, I swear. I’m so so sorry. Please, Y/N, please, I am so sorry.”

“How can I ever believe that Kuroo?”

He exhaled desperately,

“You were never supposed to know!”

You laugh incredulously, a hysteria taking over. You felt like you were going insane, like you wanted to rip your hair out and scream and cry forever.

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? You were going to lie to me, talk to me, live with me, fuck me like everything was fucking normal?”

The image of him being with someone else then coming home and putting his hands on you, it was too much for you to bear.

“You fucked me last night. After you fucked her.”

“Don’t say it like that, I didn’t ever think it would happen again!”

“What- am I suppose to be grateful? Oh, you only fucked her twice, and you only meant to fuck her once, you’re such a good fucking boyfriend.”

“I was never going to tell you! You never would’ve known, and we could’ve gone on and it would’ve been fine!”

“oh, fuck off,” you cover your eyes with your palm, whimpering slightly.

“Kuroo... I wanted to marry you.”

Your words hang in the air like the smell of the Chinese food containers in the kitchen.

Quiet followed for a little while again, until Kuroo made the brave choice to speak again instead of just leaving you alone.

“You still can,” he pleaded, and you scoffed.

“Y/N please,” it was tentative, but still audacious enough to irritate you, “This doesn’t have to be the end. It was just a mistake, a terrible terrible mistake. You know what I’m like, I was stupid and she-she was throwing herself at me and-“

“Oh please, give me every little detail, please tell me how much she wanted you, that makes me forget all about how you fucked your coworker this afternoon.”

His eyes are wide and gawking and his hair is mussed when you look at him.

“If you honestly think I could ever, ever fucking forgive you, you are delusional.”

He blinks and licks his lips and his big eyes dart to the ground.

“I know you’re mad, but...” he says shakily, and fury boils up inside you.

“Mad? I’m not mad. I’m fucking furious. I’ve never been more angry in my life. How fucking dare you come back here. How fucking stupid do you think I am?” the misery left your voice, your demeanour. You were getting louder, shouting. He flinched back as you spoke, but it only fuelled your anger.“Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Did you enjoy lying to me? Was it thrilling for you? Did it turn you on? Disrespecting me to my face, humiliating me, throwing away everything we talked about, everything I stayed up at night crying about, everything we worked through, did that help you get you get off?”

He stared defeatedly at you, lip quivering. But you weren’t done.

“Well? Did it? Did it feel better than with me? Was it worth it?”

Your question, however rhetorical, hung in the air, hitting both of you. You didn’t intend to get an answer, but now you wanted to know, and he knew that.

He opens his mouth and makes the starting noises of a sentence, but cuts himself off, starting again carefully.

“No,” he said slowly, calculated,” It wasn’t worth it.”

“But it was better?”

His tear rimmed eyes widened.

“No! I didn’t say that!”

Exhaustedly you close your eyes. You place your palm on your forehead and you feel the pain inside of your body gather up, clarify itself. He had sex with her. It finalised itself in your head, and all you wanted to do was cry, you didn’t want him here.

“I can’t do this anymore, Kuroo. You fucking repulse me. Get out of my house.”

You heard him gasp quietly, before sobbing like a panting dog.

“Let’s talk about this, please, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

He grabbed your hand, in a manner you supposed could be considered tender, but you snatched it away.

You wrench yourself up off the sofa and knock past him, sending him stumbling back in his crouch.

“Y/N?” He says from the ground, looking up at you pathetically. But you just walk by him, head aching rhythmically with your steps. You felt creaky, worn down as you walk into your hall and up your stairs. Of course you hear thuds behind you, footsteps that would’ve made your heart soar before, now filling you with remorse and annoyance.

Can’t it just be over? Can’t you be left to grieve the life you had wanted? Worked towards? Depended on? Can he just fuck off to whatever hole he came from? Please?

But that would be too kind, as you hear a sniff a few meters behind you.

He advances in strides and you come to a stop outside the bathroom door when he wraps his arms around your chest from behind. You were on your way to sit and be alone, to recollect your thoughts and cry. But he couldn’t let that happen.

He held you right to him, and buried his face in your shoulder. Your skin crawled at the touch of him, how he was so close to you, how close he had been to her, how he hadn’t showered so her touch would be on him still. He held you now, trapped you in the same arms that held her, pressed the same lips to your shoulder in desperate gasps. Disgust was all you felt for him in this moment.

“Please, I-I can’t do it without you.”

“Get off of me.”

A millisecond past and he didn’t move, and you were affronted with panic and horror and yet more tears.

“I said get off! Get off me!”

You threw his arms off and turned around to face him again, a wild look on your face like an injured animal. You had been avoiding his eyes, but now you bore into him with an intensity he had never felt before. It made him nauseous.

“I need to be alone, ok? Either I leave or you leave. We’re done Kuroo, It’s over. You’re not the same person to me anymore.”

He looked beautiful now. Eyes red and puffy and glassy, he was like a painting. He looked unlike you’d ever seen him. And from the bottom of your soul you hated him.

“No, give me one more chance. I’ll do anything. Please.”

A sob of exasperation left you and your fingers found your temples.

“What don’t you get, there’s nothing you can do!Your last chance was a year ago, there’s nothing left.”

He sniffed sulkily, and exhaustion finally fully hit you.

“Just, please. Leave. I want to be alone. I can’t-I can’t look at you right now.”

Because whenever you do, all you see is everything he could’ve been doing. And it terrifies you because some of the things you’re imagining didn’t happen, but you know for a fact some did, and you can’t work out which and it’s hurting your head.

“I’m still the same guy,” he pleads,”I still love you, you have to know that I love you.”

“I don’t know anything anymore,” you say dejectedly. You look at the carpet, and lean against the bathroom door, “I don’t know what’s a true and what’s a lie. You acted like you love me and you changed, and you’ve done so much for me. But I don’t know anymore.”

Another second of him being near you. Another agonising second.

“You have to leave Kuroo. I’m- I just- I can’t. Please fucking leave.”

He sniffs again, and takes a good long look at you. You’re gorgeous and miserable, so empty. He wants to beg more, but he knows he has no wiggle room this time. He’s been caught. It’s done.

You don’t glance up and check when you hear footsteps leading away from you. You don’t move when the door creaks open and closed. You don’t do anything. You just stand in the landing. Arms over your chest, over your pounding heart, fingers gripping your shirt. So unbearably tense.

This is so hard. What are you meant to do now? Where do you go from here? He’s gone. He left you, and even though you told him to, it feels like another betrayal. You miss him. Why isn’t he here? Why isn’t he making it better? Why is no one making it better? Does no one love you in this whole world? Are you really all alone?

Even after he promised?

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[edenmemes]

cowboy bebop starters

❝ i can’t tell when you’re joking and when you’re not. ❞ ❝ you look ridiculous in that outfit. ❞ ❝ when we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light. ❞ ❝ go on, pull the trigger. ❞ ❝ guess you’ll have to chalk it up to bad luck. ❞ ❝ whatever happens, happens. ❞ ❝ how long were you there? i didn’t hear you come in. ❞ ❝ some promises are made to be broken. ❞ ❝ you've already caused me enough trouble. ❞ ❝ i’m fully aware of the danger. ❞ ❝ why do you do all of this? for money? some sort of revenge? or perhaps just for fun? ❞ ❝ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❞ ❝ let’s just say my past is catching up to me. ❞ ❝ go ahead and run. how far do you think you’ll get? ❞ ❝ i want to get out of this life. ❞ ❝ i’ll be with you. until the end. ❞ ❝ you’re lucky you got away with only this scratch on your arm. ❞ ❝ stick your neck out too far, and you’ll get it cut. ❞ ❝ i was starting to worry about you. ❞ ❝ i thought i’d say goodbye, since it’ll be the last i’ll be seeing you. ❞ ❝ you know the first rule of combat? shoot them before they shoot you. ❞ ❝ you’ve never told me anything about yourself. ❞ ❝ hey there, having a little trouble? ❞ ❝ do you have any idea what you look like? a ravenous beast. ❞ ❝ this is strictly business. ❞ ❝ are you pleading for your life? ❞ ❝ i love the kind of woman that can kick my ass. ❞ ❝ remember: a snake cannot eat a dragon. ❞ ❝ you came all the way here to see me? ❞ ❝ belonging is the very best thing there is. ❞ ❝ there was no place for me to return to. this was the only place i could go. ❞ ❝ they lead you like a lamb to slaughter. ❞ ❝ if we had met earlier in life, do you think that we would have been friends? ❞ ❝ i’m not a criminal. woah...that makes me sound more like a criminal, doesn’t it? ❞ ❝ you know what they say. easy come, easy go. ❞ ❝ no one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. you move that line as you see fit for yourself. ❞ ❝ don’t try to talk anymore. we’ll have a doctor in a few minutes. ❞ ❝ why do you have to go? ❞ ❝ i know who you are. i’ve heard about you. ❞ ❝ you should see yourself right now. ❞ ❝ so, you’re finally awake. ❞ ❝ either way, we were destined to end up like this. ❞ ❝ that threat doesn’t work on me anymore. ❞ ❝ a star just fell from the sky. ❞ ❝ we should’ve never taken such a risk. ❞ ❝ your heart is colder than any planet. ❞ ❝ of the days that i have lived, only those i spent with you felt real. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? lost your nerve? ❞ ❝ hello there, my friend, welcome to hell. ❞ ❝ how long were you in there listening? ❞ ❝ i have no fear of death. it just means dreaming in silence. ❞ ❝ you’re kidding yourself if you think every person is like you. they’re not. ❞ ❝ you told me once to forget the past, but you’re the one still tied to it. ❞ ❝ before i knew it, the dream was all over ❞ ❝ angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils. ❞ ❝ having ourselves a little nap, huh? ❞ ❝ time never stands still. ❞ ❝ you are a part of me that i had lost. ❞ ❝ you’re a good shot. ❞ ❝ let’s go somewhere. just the two of us. ❞ ❝ so, there is no place for me after all. ❞ ❝ there is nothing in this world to believe in. ❞ ❝ when this is over, i’m getting out of it. all of it. ❞ ❝ shit. this whole thing gives me a headache. ❞ ❝ the same blood runs through both of us. ❞ ❝ if there’s anyone who needs pity here, it’s you. ❞ ❝ why are you still alive? ❞ ❝ so, how about it? you’ll have a little drink, won’t you? ❞ ❝ once you let your teeth in something, you never let go of it. ❞ ❝ i’m not in a great mood right now, all right? ❞ ❝ what, you think you’re too good to talk to me? ❞ ❝ everything’s broken around this place. ❞ ❝ didn’t your grandmother ever tell you to finish what you start? ❞ ❝ i’ll meet you at the end of this world. ❞ ❝ you were always waiting for me. and that’s all i needed. you. ❞ ❝ what are you spacing out about? ❞ ❝ what are you going to do? throw away your life like it was nothing? ❞ ❝ i’m watching a dream i’ll never wake up from. ❞ ❝ i’m not the type to be led around. ❞ ❝ it’s so like you to worry about things. ❞ ❝ come on out. you can’t run anymore. ❞ ❝ don’t give me that art of war crap. ❞ ❝ you’re a strange one, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ this could be a trap. ❞ ❝ for some reason, i didn’t feel sad. it just didn’t seem real. ❞ ❝ if i tell you, i’d have to kill you. ❞ ❝ now, don’t get hotheaded. ❞ ❝ there’s something you’re looking for, isn’t there? something you need to find? ❞ ❝ if you wanna know something, let me see some cash. ❞ ❝ hey, i said i was sorry. ❞ ❝ i don’t know who you are and i don’t really give a damn. ❞ ❝ if you want to receive, you must first give. ❞ ❝ i had a little trouble, but it’s nothing i can’t handle. ❞ ❝ tell me what you’re doing here. ❞ ❝ we either deceive or are deceived. we flourish or perish. ❞ ❝ you don’t give up, do you? ❞ ❝ if you want to survive, you’ll have to betray me at times. ❞ ❝ i had no idea the view from up here would be so breathtaking. ❞ ❝ damn...all that work and no reward. ❞ ❝ don’t come back. there won’t be a place for you. ❞ ❝ i haven’t committed any crimes. well...at least not bad ones. ❞ ❝ doing things like this won’t bring you any good. ❞ ❝ what happened to your generosity? ❞ ❝ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❞ ❝ little by little, i felt something inside of me go numb. ❞ ❝ thank god i can finally relax. take a little breather. ❞ ❝ come on, hang in there, you hear me? ❞ ❝ do not fear death. death is always at our side. ❞ ❝ you’re in a good mood today. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i’m telling you all this. i feel like i’m in a confession booth. ❞ ❝ you’ve never listened to anyone in your whole life. ❞ ❝ we’re supposed to be a team here, you know. ❞ ❝ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you trying to hide from me? ❞ ❝ to our new alliance, and perhaps even friendship. ❞ ❝ when something goes wrong, someone must take responsibility. ❞ ❝ what’s your problem? you wanna fight? ❞ ❝ don’t try anything. ❞ ❝ you’ve got a bit of mercy in you, haven’t you? ❞ ❝ i want to be strong like you. ❞ ❝ what’s all this? isn’t this a little risky? ❞ ❝ it’s no use playing innocent. ❞ ❝ you have something beautiful deep inside you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❞ ❝ you’re trembling. ❞ ❝ how do you know so much about me? ❞ ❝ i’m okay. it takes more than to kill me. ❞ ❝ 'survival of the fittest’ is the law of nature. ❞ ❝ i want to live my own life, make my own decisions...even if they are terrible mistakes. ❞ ❝ hey, thanks a lot for the warm welcome. ❞ ❝ what makes you think you can do whatever the hell you like? ❞ ❝ you’re just walking trouble, so stay out of it. ❞ ❝ i said i don’t feel like doing this. ❞ ❝ you’re just afraid they’ll abandon you, so you abandon them. ❞ ❝ and you trust me just like that? ❞ ❝ i never did understand you, right to the very end. ❞ ❝ unfortunately, we quickly forget the lessons we learn, and then we have to learn them all over again. ❞ ❝ you’ll survive this. be strong. ❞ ❝ how many lies are you going to tell me before you’re done? ❞ ❝ remember: i will always be cheering you on. ❞ ❝ what do you get by running away? ❞ ❝ do people ever tell you that you’re the silent type? ❞ ❝ i get a strange feeling when i look in your eyes. ❞ ❝ this time, i hope you have sweet dreams. ❞ ❝ will you rescue me if someone goes wrong? ❞ ❝ do you want to know a secret about my past? ❞ ❝ even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna carry that weight. ❞ ❝ so, you were going to betray me? ❞ ❝ that arrogance of yours will be your ruin. ❞ ❝ you’re the only one i can turn to for help right now. ❞ ❝ i’m not the delicate cautious type. ❞ ❝ i...can’t come with you. ❞ ❝ my love for you burns strong. ❞ ❝ they say ghosts appear in places where they have regrets. ❞ ❝ in this world, people must cherish whatever ties they have. ❞ ❝ you’re the one person i could never forgive. ❞ ❝ serves you right. this is poetic justice. ❞ ❝ i’ve got no place to stay. ❞ ❝ we’ll leave here and get out of this. ❞ ❝ what makes you think that you know anything about me? ❞ ❝ i’m telling you this for your own good. if you’re smart, you’ll stay out of it. ❞ ❝ of course, i can see now how stupid i was. ❞ ❝ did you sleep well? ❞ ❝ keep dreaming. it’s never going to happen. ❞ ❝ sometimes it’s good not to ask ‘what’s in it for me?’ ❞ ❝ does it look like i’m joking around? ❞ ❝ all is fair in love and war. ❞ ❝ i’m just glad you’re safe. ❞ ❝ maybe this is the one i won’t come back from. ❞ ❝ it’s no use. there’s nothing we can do. ❞ ❝ what a smile. so sad...so beautiful. ❞ ❝ i know why you’re here. ❞ ❝ well, it looks like all my good karma is finally paying off. ❞  ❝ could you be a little quieter, please? ❞ ❝ if we do not show fear, it casts its eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity. ❞ ❝ i’ll take care of this. you can go back. ❞ ❝ this is the real world. this is no place for pretty ideals. ❞ ❝ i’m just watching a bad dream i never wake up from. ❞ ❝ for once, just stick to the plan. ❞ ❝ this is the first time i agree with you on something. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed, huh? ❞ ❝ maybe...or maybe that’s just part of the legend. ❞ ❝ if i get caught, nothing can save me. nothing. ❞

[bootleg-sara]

He's here! The lamb of revelation and the snake of Eden. It's Adam! Eve's unwanted second half and the cockiest mother fucker you’ll ever meet. My newest Isaac OC who I have come to love a lot. Had a lot of fun theory crafting this fella and how he plays. I really want to talk about some gameplay stuff not mentioned here, as well as some of my inspirations behind his concept. All of which will be undercut because it'll be a lot of text lol

sorry for the repost, the first one wasn't showing up in the tags.

the text also completely broke for some reason. idk attempt #2

Going first with gameplay stuff because its shorter and more relevant to the post itself

Let’s start with his non-tainted self.

Adam is a character that plays similarly to Eve. When at 1 1/2 red hearts or higher, he’ll transform into the Lion of Judah. This form boosts his tear rate and shot speed. However he also starts with Shard of Glass, so he’ll start to bleed out when taking damage. He can use his starting item The Jar to collect hearts for this situation. Shard of Glass keeps its 25% chance to drop red hearts.

If you only have 1 red heart or less you can not transform into the Lion of Judah. Soul hearts not taken into account.

Standard form has lowered tear and shot speed. Slightly faster speed and base damage. Starts with 3 red heart containers, but 2 of them are empty.

Starts with Shard of Glass, Lion of Judah, and The Jar

My theoretical Adam mod would also give a slight boost to The Jar. Allowing it to collect up to 4 red hearts that are on the ground instead of having to collect them on your person. He starts with two empty heart containers just so you don’t immediately hop into the Lion of Judah form. He’s built around health balancing and I really like the dynamic he has with his items.

Here’s a bit more explanation on Lion of Judah being used on non-Adam characters before we move on to The Nachash

When at full read health, you’ll transform into the Lion of Judah. Gives you a boost in tear rate and shot speed. Need at least 2 red hearts to use. Will not activate if you are not at full red health. Soul heart characters and Keeper will not get any use from this item. The Lost can still use it despite his lack of health, will always be active.

Now to The Nachash. He’s a bit more complicated because he too has a special interaction with his item. However I didn’t have room on the item sheet to write it out and I don’t feel like drawing more ref sheets for him.

His play style is a lot like Tainted Samson. As Adam deals damage, it slowly starts to escape (in the same increments as 4.5 volt. It needs 4 “charges” before releasing). Red veins will slowly start creeping up from his neck. A small animation will play when the snake is released as to not catch players off guard when it shows up. For about 30 seconds Adam will have a new set of attacks. His tears will become red and deal more damage and gain poison tears. His head will orbit around him and block shots. He’ll also have a launch attack via using his pocket item. The goal is to kill as many enemies as possible before the timer runs out. He can also eat pickups using his lunge attack.

Once the timer is over, the snake will return to his body. Every 5 enemies killed will give him a temporary random stats up for the floor, and every pick up eaten will be regurgitated to a random heart pick up (red and soul hearts are the most common, followed by bone, black, and rotten. Can’t make golden hearts). Killing a boss in this form will give two temporary boosts. Adam’s Pocket Item “Adam’s Apple”, which allows him to use his lunge attack, can only be used when the snake is out. But can be spammed as much as desired during that time.

4.5 volt does not affect how quickly the snake shows up. If an enemy is killed by anything other than your attacks, it will not count towards your kill counter.

Starts with Adam’s Apple as a pocket active. Standard form keeps his slightly higher speed.

He now has a slightly higher tear rate but also has less damage. His low shot speed stays. Has three read hearts.

The way this item works with other characters is on his item sheet, and it’s really long so I won’t type it out again. The only difference is the timer they have to use the snake is shorter and has to charged via room clears.

My inspirations behind Adam

I’ve always really liked the story of Adam and Eve. Creation stories have always piqued my interest for a lot of different reasons. It’s a fun thought exercise for both the people themselves and the meaning behind their fall. With the accidental take over Adam gave me because of his role in my purgatory au, I figured I should just make an actual tboi character based on him since he’s stuck in my brain anyways.

The first thought I had immediately was that I wanted him to have some sort of connection to Eve. It didn’t feel right to have them be completely disconnected given how intertwined they are in their story. I knew I wanted him to have some kind of transformation similar to Eve, though based on the idea of having health instead of losing it. It was pretty simple after that, just make the transformation require at least 2 red hearts. The “holy” side of him is just a reflection of Eve. He’s a holy man on the side of God, Eve is not.

Though his tainted form strays away from that idea. Being based on the fall of man, Adam becomes infected with the snake that caused it. Most of his stats are meant to be flipped in comparison to Eve, including the boosts that his Lion of Judah form gives. Though I don’t think I did that very well lol. A lot of his play style isn’t based on anything biblical. It’s my attempt at making a character that could realistically exist in-game while still having my own spin on it. I think I did a decent job. Though his lion/snake design would probably not be so white. I’d image his tainted form would be a lot more like a stereotypical demon with black skin and horns. But eh, I wanted to keep it different than all the other demon items.

The actual form itself, the Lion of Judah, isn’t based on a lion. It’s based on the Lamb in the book of revelation. The phrase Lion of Judah acts more like a place holder and to match the naming theme that WoB had. Both being based on figures from Revelations is also a theme I wanted to keep.

“And I began to weep bitterly, because no one was found worthy to open the scroll or look inside it. Then one of the elders said to me, “Do not weep! Behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed to open the scroll and its seven seals.” Then I saw a Lamb who appeared to have been slain, standing in the center of the throne, encircled by the four living creatures and the elders. The Lamb had seven horns and seven eyes, which represent the seven Spirits of God sent out into all the earth.…” rev 5:4-5:6

The form itself doesn’t have 7 eyes cause I couldn’t fit them all in a concise design. I wanted this to be realistically moved into a Isaac-like sprite. But they do have all 7 horns! All loosely connected into a crown-like formation. Which is a nod to the Lion of Judah being considered a ruler. It’s also just, easier to draw. The slain lamb was a very convenient excuse for the shard of glass edition. I added the idea of the glass shard to make keeping the Lion of Judah form a bit harder on Adam. So I just moved the cut to his neck like that of the Lamb and bam! Character design.

The Nachash is pretty self explanatory compared to his regular form. Nachash is the herbrew word for serpent. The item Adam’s Apple being based on the forbidden fruit that Adam and Eve ate. His snake form based on the snake that tempted Eve to eat the fruit. The slit is now running all around the neck because his head gets popped off. I removed the horn in the middle of his “crown” as a reference to the number 6 being the evil number of the Bible. And also the split crown could be seen a mention to his fall from grace. That’s all on him, the Nachash don’t got much going on inspiration wise.

That covers everything I wanted to talk about here. Any suggestions for his design or gameplay is accepted and appreciated! He is a fairly new character so a lot of this I made on the fly in a few days. I don’t have the modding skills to make him real unfortunately but maybe one day I’ll release the bundle pack with Job in it as well.

I was considering adding Adam to my Job ask blog because he is a fun character, but I would have to mess around with my lore a lot to have an excuse to get him in. I didn’t talk about how his personality is, but basically he’s a very cocky, show off kind of person who thinks he’s the coolest guy around. Has a massive lying problem. If y’all would like to see him there, let me know and I might just sneak him in

[laketaj24]

Reasons: Ubbe Lothbrok

Author’s Note: I combined the two requests into one; I hope that’s okay! It’s a little kinky, yall don’t care though, lmao. Let me know what you think! Happy reading! (Gif Credit: The lovely @honestsycrets)

Requested: How about a vampire explaining how much he wants to bite the reader, and why he won't right now, in a very sexy way of course. Maybe with a lot of touching. For the Viking of your choice...- @whenimaunicorn 

Ubbe telling you ghost stories or norse legends while teasing you with a knife (and then fucking you) 👀 - anon

Pairings: Ubbe x Reader

Warnings: Blood Kink, Knife Play, Public Smut

 The light from the moon was the only light that guided you along the path back to Kattegat; you told Ubbe you wanted to be home sooner. The oncoming winter brought shorter days, which meant more danger being in the woods in the midst of woods at night. It was not that you were afraid, though; Ubbe was the good brother. Ivar and even Hvitserk, you didn’t trust alone in these parts. They both had a satiated hunger that you cared not to ignite.

“How far are we from home?” You asked, pulling the furs over your arms to prevent the chilly wind from hitting your skin. “I know your mother does not want us to miss sup.”

“My mother will be fine; rather, we make it or not.” Ubbe moved the branch from in front of you two and allowed you to walk ahead. “I have wanted to talk to you for a while now.”

“We talk every day.” The chuckle was brief when you noticed that he didn’t return a smile. “Talk about what, young Lothbrok.”

“You and Bjorn.”

“There is no Bjorn and me,” You scoffed in efforts to not laugh out loud and draw any wild animal towards you. “Bjorn is not a husband, he even knows it.”

“Anyone can be a husband.”

“That is not true, and you know it, Ubbe Ragnarsson, did you bring me to the woods to tease me about Bjorn and our…” You struggled to find the words to define the one time fuck session you’d had with him. There were no regrets, but somehow you felt guilty every time you were around Ubbe, and he brought it up. He had a way of bringing emotions out in you that you didn’t think existed. Ubbe was the most complex of the brothers, every woman knew, every woman wanted him, yet he still pined after you even when he learned that you were entangled with Bjorn.

“I would never bring you here to be a tease.” He touched the small line of your arm, pinching playfully at your skin before he let go and walked ahead of you. “Have you heard about these woods?”

“Heard what?”

“About the draugr?” Ubbe smiled, even in the fading sunlight, you could see the brilliant smile he gave, and the fluttering in your stomach reconvened.

“Draugr, you tell lies, Ubbe.”

“I tell no lies. It is said that he comes out when the sunsets… in search of the flesh of young women like yourself.” Ubbe stood before you with a glimmer of entertainment in his eyes. “He likes them young and alone.”

“I am not alone.” You shrug. “Am I?”

“It appears you are not.” Ubbe stepped closer. “If the Draugr was here, where would be a good place for him to start?” He leaned in his beard, prickling the side of your face and causing a chill to run down your spine. “Your neck?” He touches the nape of your nape. “Your breasts?” The finger strategically slides down the line of your dress to the tip of your nipple. “Likely your thighs,” Ubbe whispered. “It’s warm there, no?”

“You are insane.” You smirked, pushing passed him only to be pushed lightly into the tree. “Why would a draugr be here of all places?”

“Guarding the hoards buried in these very woods.”

It is hard not to swallow back the fear the pricked, the warriors were known to bury their hoards in the woods. It was less likely to be bothered if no one could bother it. “It is not funny to tease like this, Ubbe.”

“Draugr like the taste of blood, sweet yet salty, fresh from their victim.”

“Enough.” Your hands shove into his chest, and he steps back, allowing you to move past him. Then he is right on your tail. “Take me back to Kattegat.”

“That is where we are headed; you are no fun.”

“I don’t find your stories entertaining.” You pout.

“Is it entertainment that you want?” Ubbe exhaled. “Perhaps we can have a game of chase… I will give you a head start. If I catch you, I get to do whatever I want to you. There are no limits, and you will allow it?”

“Like what?”

“Whatever I want.” He did not explain, only grin sneakily and cross his arms.

“And if I win.”

“I will do whatever you want, no matter what it is.”

“When do we start?” You were known to be fast; on the battlefields and raids, they sent you to send messages for your speed alone. You gathered your curly hair pinning it atop your head, and then turned to him.

“You can go now.” He flourished the land in front of you, “While you have the light in your favor.”

 Losing was something you were not familiar with, but Ubbe took no shame in catching you three minutes after starting your sprint. He knew the woods like he knew his home; they were, in essence, a piece of his home. This you should have thought of before you accepted the wager.

The cold blade graces your neck, the point of it pushing into your supple flesh enough to prick and cause a small point of blood to seep. “There are one million reasons why I shouldn’t do this,” Ubbe whispered. “But, I can think of one why I can.”

Blood did not scare you, nor did it make you want to stop him. You wanted him to continue. “And what is that reason?”

“You want me to, right?”

Answering with words seemed to take too much of your energy, so you nodded your head, eagerly awaiting him to suck at your skin. Ubbe sucked at your breast, taking the plush flesh into the mouth, only making you moan and echo in the woods surrounding you. He lowered himself onto your body, pressing your body onto the damp forest floor and spreading your legs further. He stopped inhaling deeply, leaving a small throbbing spot where he had sucked.

“Where to drink next?” The blade traveled down your body, over your exposed skin, leaving a tingling sensation everywhere he touched and then stopped at the slope of your thigh. “Here?” Ubbe carefully drew circles with the knife and then drug it further down your legs. “Or here?” He stopped at the soft spot behind your knee.

Your breath was ragged, skin flushed, and chest heaving. You didn’t know what you wanted from Ubbe, but you knew that you wanted him to do it. You reached down, cupping his dick; it hung heavy in his pants against his thigh. How was he keeping it composed, you were unsure? Then again, he apparently waited a while to get you like this, so maybe patience was his forte? “Watch yourself, lamb.” He growled.

“And if I don’t?”

Those words ignite something in him because he no longer takes his time with you; he tosses the knife to the ground and tugging his pants down quickly. “Do you want me to be gentle?” he asked.

“I lost the chase.” You answered.

“Right.” Ubbe unsheathes himself, stroking his tip over your clit once, then twice, and then he slams into you. The sharp yet sweet feeling sends your back arching into him and nails raking down his back. He doesn’t stop with the roughness of his strokes, dragging his dick out of you and then slamming back in full to the hilt filling you. Gentle was not an option with him; you didn’t want it to be. Your legs cradle him, pulling him deeper, nudging him against your g-spot and all while him rubbing him on your swollen clit as he wound his hips. Ubbe was savoring the feeling of your pussy; warmth enveloped him and then clenched around his cock. You were tight, beckoning for him to fuck you, so he did.

Ubbe drove into you faster, each time your body bounce, breast pushed against his chest, and your toes curled. The carnal growl that came from him was enough to make you come alone; he was like an animal, untamed. His teeth grazed your skin, nails raked down your thighs as he lifted your legs to wrap around his body, and he had no intent on stopping. Your body quaked under his, your eyes water as the provoked pleasure passed through your entire body like an explosion. You shuttered, your voice wavered in cries you’d never heard before, and he continued. Your skin clapped against Ubbe’s and thrust into you, halting for a moment. His back bowing to get deeper, and you felt him spilling into you.

The two of you didn’t move for several minutes. The sound of the night was around you and growing louder. There was a part of you that didn’t want to move. You tried to lay there and bask in the aftermath of fucking the man you’d wanted to fuck for years. “We should get back.” You whispered, running your fingers through his sweat-slick hair.

“I can think of several reasons why we shouldn't,” Ubbe answered, and even though you could not see him, you could feel the cocky grin on his face.

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The new boy in town.

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Chapter 2

CW: body-shaming/ insults, discrimination/ dehumanization of mutants, an insect gets hurt, a nearly fistfight ensues

Heat thrummed through Gideon’s bones and throbbed in unison with his building headache. His patience had shriveled up like dried fruit under the torrid summer sun while this horrible lavender scent clung to his hair,  his skin, his clothes, making him dizzy.

It became stronger on the village outskirts, Gideon realized as he hurried after Director Sahin. The man ascended the crooked stone staircase effortlessly, his moss-green robe billowing behind him. His artfully decorated spear swayed with every step he took, not brushing a single leave. The only thing rustling through the underbrush was the wind and the creatures living there.

A twig caught in Gideon’s black curls, while the Director rambled on about the virtues of disciplinary work. How it encouraged the growth of one’s character, or some shit. The twig broke off with a quiet snap, painfully pulling at his scalp. Gideon’s mood dropped even lower. It was going to be a nightmare to fiddle all those shitty branches and leaves out of his hair later on.

He was seconds away from losing his barely-held composure. 

The only thing keeping him from bursting at the seams was the promise he’d whispered into his brother's grave, a last farewell bedded beside a corpse. 

Gideon had come to this godforsaken village to learn how to fight and survive in the forest, not to become some obedient little soldier boy! But in order to do that, he had to get cleared for training again and out of suspension.

If he had to play the director’s errand boy for a day to achieve that, so be it. He had endured worse.  

“Haaah, here we are.” Director Sahin inhaled deeply, arms falling wide. “Finally. My dear friend’s farm. Tell me, young Gideon, is it not simply beautiful?”

Gideon shrugged. “‘S’ okay.”

Granted, the house did look cozy, resting encircled by giant roots with its warm brick walls, but those gigantic snails everywhere sent a shudder down his spine. If he had to touch those slimy monsters he-

The farm’s sliding doors opened before he could utter a protest, and a fine-boned, middle aged woman emerged, followed by a huge man with a greying beard.  A boy, probably his own age but significantly shorter, held the door open for them.

The older woman’s lips curled into a crooked smile as she caught sight of Director Sahin, whose whole face had lit up. Dark eyes shining. 

“Moira. My darling. Please do not tell me you are about to leave? Not when I looked forward to seeing your beautiful face again.”

Gideon suppressed a gag. Moira crossed her arms, smile growing sharper. Her eyes held a warm twinkle as she spoke. “Eric; charming as ever.”

The man behind her stepped closer and huffed:  “M happy ‘ter see ya too, Eric.”

“Oh Ansgar you flatter me. But I must confess, I am not here solely for tea and a chat-“

The Director rattled on and Gideon’s focus wandered to the girl that had stepped out the door behind a blonde woman. A fancy grey blouse hung off her thin shoulders, nearly covering the  lace trim of blue silk short. A stark contrast to the more practical attire favored by most villagers. But that wasn’t what caught Gideon’s attention, no, he had seen all sorts of fancy getups up in Berlin -in the city's upper ring that is- what drew his eyes to her, was her face.

Its left side was oddly deformed, her pale skin uneven like a creased silk sheet, drawing her left eye down and her full lips up. She mouthed something to the boy, smiling, earning a smile from him in turn.

“Ah yes may I introduce: Gideon, my newest student.”

Having lost most of the adults’ conversation Gideon tuned back in just in time, to give them a curt nod.

“I will send him to collect the salve after the feast, then,” Director Sahin announced, please as can be. 

“Wonderful.” Moira clapped her hands. All back to business brusqueness.  “Sahar will appreciate not having to deliver it for once. Right?”

The other boy snapped to attention, green eyes wide and fingers twitching like the hands of a pianist. A grateful smile rose to his face and he nodded.

Oh great, so Gideon had to take the trip up here twice. 

They descended the stairs, lined up one after another on the narrow path. Sahar right in front of him, following the strange girl. He had avoided Gideon’s eyes as he squeezed past him, careful not to touch, probably scared off by his uniform. The school’s emblem, embroidered on his stainless white shirt, proudly declared him a scout in training. Deadly. Fearless. The little farm boy definitely did better not to mess with an insect slayer like him.

The girl came to an abrupt halt, frozen in the woodland’s shadows before it gave way to the dusty hill road. Gideon nearly collided with Sahar, when he heard it.

A primal, bone chilling hiss tore through the hot afternoon air, rattling through his very core. 

Every hair on his body stood, muscles tensing, on edge just like his fraying nerves. 

He knew that sound. 

Even though he’d heard it only once before. On the crusade from last-stand-berlin to the village, where he had seen the beast it belonged to lurk on the riverside, watching them.

He would never forget a spider’s hiss. 

And there one stood, right in front of him, its eight thorny legs towering high above its ugly head. The spider’s giant yaws worked, rubbed against each other in agitation. Its razor sharp fangs glistened in the sun.

A man sat atop its massive, hairy body, scar-faced and clad in a straw cape that was fastened to a beetle’s shell armoring his left shoulder. Shimmering in iridescent hues of blue and green. The man did not smile as he glanced down at them. A silent challenge was edged in the hard lines of his rugged face.

Tense static filled the air, an almost tangible thing that bit at Gideons fingers. It wormed its way into his bones, crawled over his scalp.  

He almost, almost, flinched when Director Sahin shouldered past him, spear drawn and followed by the other man. Both planted themselves right in front of him and the others.

The intruder’s scar stretched with the rise of his eyebrows, eyes slitting in a lazy half-grin.

 “Hey, there. Hold your horses. Before someone does something he regrets later.”

“That a threat?” Ansgar grunted.

Moira ducked past him, face twisted in a furious scowl as she spit. “Oh, something other than entering our village on a damn wolf-spider you mean?!”

The corded muscle in her boney arm flexed as she shook her fist at the man, unveiling a wrath behind her primly dressed form that no one would have wanted to fall victim to.

He, however, just leaned closer, smile stretching into a shark-tooth grin. “Gutsy, are we? I like that.”

Director Sahim stepped up beside her, spear held in a steady grip. “How could you make it past our InD-Units with this monstrosity?! God show you mercy if you did something to-”

“What do you think I am?!” the intruder drawled, hands raised in mock offense. “A monster?! Only reason I got past your insect defenses was this baby here.”

Gideon had to stand on his tiptoes to catch a glance of the small round device that sat embedded into the spider’s head, partly hidden by the man’s straw cape. A little red light blinked in a steady rhythm above three buttons, which the man was careful not to touch as he rapped his knuckles against it. 

“Renders her absolutely obedient. All natural instinct turned off. See?”

He unsheathed a knife from a holster strapped around his leg and its steel blade shimmered in the sun before he rammed it in one of the spider’s eyes, plopping it out with a nauseating plitch. The spider endured its master’s violation in utter stillness, only its yaws twitched, creating this awful hiss in their never ceasing movement.

 “She’s docile as a lamb.”

“And how exactly is that supposed to work?” the girl inquired, meeting the man’s stare with a calculated cold composure. She ignored the incredulous look the blonde woman gave her, as she mouthed: “Charlotte, what are you doing?”

The intruder's mouth twitched.

“Man, what do I know, Missy?! I’m a mutant hunter not a scientist.” He leaned closer, eyes narrowed, fixed on the girl's deformed face. Venom spiked his words, dripped from his tongue like acid. “My expertise lies in chasing down freaks.”

The condescendingly cruel way in which he spoke, wielding words like a weapon meant to pierce and twist where it hurt most, reminded Gideon oddly of his father. Anger welled up in his chest, buzzed down his legs and made them move. He planted himself right between the girl and the intruder.

How dare he compare someone to mutant scum?!

“Tsk. Mutant hunter?! You’ve ever even seen one? Or are you just talk? Threatening girls?!”

“Gideon.”, Director Sahim hissed, squeezing Gideon’s shoulder in warning as he tried to pull him back. 

The man gave them a wry smile. “No no. Let’s hear him out. Have you ever seen one boy?”

“Yes.” Gideon spat, unable to reign his emotions back in. “They’re hideous monstrosities.  And I’m going to find and kill every single one of them.”

The man burst into violent laughter, shoulders shaking and head thrown back, nearly losing his balance under the force of it.

“You do have guts, I give you that. But also lots to learn. Do you really think a girl can’t be a mutant? Monster’s come in all shapes and sizes, boy.” His eyes wandered back to Charlotte.  “Just ugly, that’s the whole lot of them.`` 

The blonde woman gasped, searching for words to shoot back, but falling silent as she noticed Charlotte’s expression. 

Red blotches burned on her face, rage twisting it into a vicious scowl. The afternoon sun set her copper curls on fire. Ready to spew fury and flames, she opened her mouth but Sahar was faster, his small voice piping up.

“Char- Charlotte is… is no- no mutant and and and she’s neither ugly nor weak. And and and people who talk about, talk about killing others for no- no, no reason are… They’re the- the real monsters.”  

His fingers fiddled with his shorts, tapping and twisting in the dark, worn linen as he stumbled over his words. His big green eyes jumped from the rocky street to the spider’s fangs, lingered on the intruder’s face before landing on Gideon. They narrowed as he all but spat the last words in Gideon’s face.  

“The hell you just said?!” Gideon’s nostrils flared. How dare this little runt run his mouth about things he didn’t know shit about!

Crossing his arms, Sahar forced himself to hold his ground against Gideon’s furious, wide eyed stare.  “You you, you heard me.”

Gideon heart hammered in his throat, pumping liquefied fire through his veins. His hands twitched.

“I give you one chance to take. That. Back.”

The boy’s trembling fingers dug into his forearms, knuckles whitening as he lifted his chin.

 “Never.”

A roar tore from Gideon’s throat as he leapt forward. Rage burned through him like a wildfire, ready to ignite everything his fist would come in contact with.

Beating the selfritousnes out of that stupid stammering farmboy was the only thing that mattered now. Everything else blurred to background noise. Even the stranger on his shitty spider. 

In that frozen second between charge and impact, Sahar’s  feet moved. His body tilted to the side. Dodged Gideon’s blow. Effortlessly. He bounced back. Landed on the first stone step and uncrossed his arms. Ready to defend himself. His fingers had stopped twitching.

That little runt had nerves! 

Gideon broke into a sprint.

“You sure are good at dodging!” He swung his arm back. “Try to handle this!”

Muscles flexing Gideon readied for impact, only for his arm to be janked back. A  large hand had wrapped around his wrist. Stopped him mid punch.  Craning his neck, Gideon stared up into Ansgar’s stern face.

Fuck he’s fast?! 

“Looks like ya still got lots t’ learn about respect ‘n self-discipline, young man.”

Director Sahin sighed, eyes still locked on the intruder, who watched the spectacle with a lazy kind of interest.

Ansgar released Gideon’s hand and turned to Sahar. His grey eyes glistened like ice shards. “Same goes for you. Ya disappointed me, Sahar.”

Sahar blinked up at the man, eyes round and full of disbelief.

“Wh-what- what, what do you, do do do do- what do you  mean?”

“I haven’t trained ya to run off ‘n start mindless fights. I tried to teach ya discipline ‘n how to survive these woods.” Ansgar’s voice did not waver and every word made Sahar shrink into himself. His fingers tapped a hectic distorted rhythm over his leg

The intruder snickered, “someone’s a stuck up,” earning Moira’s venomous glare. 

“But- but I didn’t- he he he he he was, he was the one who-“

“Enough,” Ansgar thundered. “Don’t argue with me. If ya want a beatin’ so bad I’ll give ya one later. And now back t’ the farm. Ya grounded for the week. No fest. No nothin’!”

Sahar crumbled under the man’s anger, head ducked between his shoulders as the first teardrop fell. It trickled down his trembling jaw, painting a glistening path on his warm skin.

Voice reduced to a shaky exhale Sahar nodded,  “yes, sir.”, and stormed up the stairs.

He had just vanished between the thick bushes, when the intruder broke out into a new laughing fit.

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Having been raised by a bachelor, Roger sort of looks to Claire and Jamie for a model of what marriage looks like. Likewise, Bree's model was of a "marriage of obligation" until she met Jamie. In the books, they both observe Jamie and Claire having positive interactions, but what do they make of Jamie and Claire's fights?

“What is it they’re arguin’ over?” Roger whispered to Brianna.

“They haven’t said a word,” Brianna murmured with amazement.

Jamie and Claire moved about the yard in a careful dance of pointed looks and close brushes with one another. But rather than their usual reverent touches – a casual hand on the small of Claire’s back or gentle brushing of dirt from Jamie’s arm – there was a deliberate absence of such gestures on both sides.

“No a word to ye in private either?” Roger pressed.

“Nope. Mama just came into the kitchen this morning in a mood and I could hear Da muttering in Gaelic when he went by the window,” Bree explained. She shook her head and adjusted Jemmy’s weight on her hip as he lurched for Roger expecting more attention than his mother was willing to pay him in the moment. 

Roger took Jemmy, untucking the ends of his neckcloth for the toddler to play with, keeping his own attention on Jamie and Claire.

“I thought yer father was teachin’ ye the Gaidhlig,” Roger teased.

Brianna snorted. “Oh I understood a few of the things he said but not because he taught them to me intentionally. Maybe you should go talk to him,” she suggested as her mirth faded. “Maybe they just need to talk to someone about it – get  whatever it is out in the open.”

“And I’m yer sacrificial lamb? I don’ think so. I’m no about to come between ‘em when they’re like this. I’d say it already is in the open between them and it’s their business to sort.”

“And ours to just speculate about?” Brianna snapped and rolled her eyes.

“Would ye want the pair of them inserting themselves in a quarrel ‘tween the two of us?” Roger turned it around. 

Brianna shrugged. “That would depend on the quarrel and whose side they were on.”

“Meanin’ ye’d want their support were it behind you and ye’d tell them to bugger off did they agree wi’ me,” Roger summarized with a roll of his eyes. “Aye, ye’re a Fraser alright.”

“Actually, from all I’ve heard, that would be the Mackenzie blood in action – of which, you have your fair share.”

Brianna and Roger had let their teasing draw their attention toward one another and away from Jamie and Claire but a loud exclamation from Claire quickly drew it back.

Claire was shaking off Jamie’s grip on her arm. The unspoken rule against touching had been broken but from Jamie’s heated self defense Claire managed to put herself in his face (a feat given how much shorter she stood) it appeared to have been some protective, instinctive act.

“Oh geez,” Brianna muttered, glancing to Jemmy in Roger’s arms (The toddler was still gnawing on his father’s neckcloth, soaking it with drool.) “You don’t think they’ll come to blows over whatever it is, do you? At Lallybroch I heard things got physical between them when Mama learned about Laoghaire.”

“Did ye hear in what way it got physical?” Roger asked, an eyebrow raised as he watched his wife’s parents.

Jamie looked red in the face and if Roger had to place it he would have said the color was down to the man’s embarrassment as much as anger… and given how often he’d seen that combination on Brianna’s face, he was pretty confident she recognized it too.

Claire laughed, a clear and bright sound ringing through the clearing and breaking the tense atmosphere. Jamie was clearly struggling to hold onto his anger or frustration – or maybe it had been indignation. It was impossible to tell as Claire reached up to brush something from his shoulder, the loving hand and tidying touch an olive branch of sorts.

Jamie submitted, cracking a smile and listening to Claire as she inched closer and the tidying touch became a caress, her hand sliding to his neck and up to cup his cheek.

Whatever she said had Jamie laughing a second later and sweeping Claire into his arms another second after that. He spun them around once, twice before setting Claire’s feet back on the ground and capturing her mouth in a kiss, finally releasing her for good.

“Amazing,” Roger breathed as the pair of them watched Jamie and Claire resume their same routine, this time going out of their way to touch, to keep in proximity to one another – to make up for those shunned opportunities just a few minutes earlier. 

“I want to fight like that,” Brianna said with a sigh. Then she caught Roger’s skeptical expression. “Let me rephrase that – I want to be able to make up from a fight like that. They make it look so easy.”

Roger nodded slowly, finally rescuing his sodden neckcloth from Jemmy’s mouth.

“I’m sure it wasna so easy as it looked. I think they perhaps only ken each other and themselves so well,” Roger speculated. “And if that’s what it takes, I have faith we’ll fight and make up in a similar fashion in time. Though, I’d rather try to avoid practicin’ too much on the former. The makin’ up part I’ll give a go if ye like.”

Brianna laughed and moved to take Jemmy from Roger. He could use a nap and the scene in the yard no longer held her active interest.

“We can pretend to fight later when this one is down for the night so long as our ‘making up’ practice doesn’t wake him up. Otherwise any pretend fight might be less ‘pretend’ than intended.”

[luffles424]

Zombie Bites

☼ Pairing: Yoongi x reader

☼ Genre: college!au, f2l, light angst, fluff, smut

☼ Count: 13.2K

☼ Warnings: alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, teasing, biting, marking, messy sex (look you fuck him in zombie makeup, of course its gonna be a little messy), blood? (its fake but like, it’s still there and described)

☼ Summary: Your friends have always been willing to assist you when you need a model to practice makeup on. And with the upcoming zombie film on campus is no difference. But something feels different this time, can a zombie movie be more than just a zombie movie? 

☼ a/n: Adkjsdfgdf this was supposed to be for Yoongi’s birthday and I’m clearly a little late! But, it’s here! Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

You kick the door, hands too full to even attempt shifting things so you could properly knock and if your hands were free enough to knock, then you’d just open the door yourself. You hope at least one of them is home, you really don’t want to have to carry all of this back home. Although you know Taehyung should be home and he lives nearby so you can always go there if this falls through. You know Yoongi should be home though, he doesn’t have classes today, but you can never account for his personal schedule for the studio. Primarily because it doesn’t exist and Yoongi goes when Yoongi feels like. You’re fairly certain Jin has a rehearsal today, but you can’t quite remember. You’re hoping to catch Yoongi anyway. You enjoy practicing on Jin, or any of your friends, their willingness to always let you do whatever to their faces makes you so grateful to have met them. 

Yoongi and Jin were the first ones you met. You and Yoongi met in your stagecraft class freshman year. You both were hopelessly lost. Although you suspect Yoongi was more so, given that he is more involved in sound. Jin once told you later how late Yoongi would stay up researching so that he could help you in class and when you would meet to study together. As for you and Jin, you shared a beginner film class, being forced to pair up for a project but finding that you worked remarkably well together, each of your passions melding well. 

You discovered they knew each other already when you went to Yoongi’s dorm one night to study and Jin answered the door. From there, Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jungkook all slowly joined through shared classes and mutual friends. Now you’re in your senior year with a tight knit group of friends who you’d do anything for and who would do anything for you in return. Like right now, when you desperately need a model to practice on. 

And while you love your friends, Yoongi is your favorite to practice on. And that’s only partially because you may or may not be also crushing on your best friend a little bit. But it’s hard not to fall for Yoongi. For all that he acts like a tough guy in all black and leather jackets, he’s the sweetest. He’s brought you food and coffee when you’re spending long hours in the art studio working and you do the same for him. Even his teasing towards you is sweet, it’s only sometimes upsetting because it’s exactly how a guy might tease his younger sister. 

But beyond that, Yoongi’s the most patient. Taking the hours they sometimes have to spend in the chair in stride and not shifting in the slightest. Hoseok’s the worst at it, he enjoys talking too much and is animated when he does so. You keep shorter projects for him. Hoseok’s face suits subtle makeup more anyway. You’re really not sure why you want to make Yoongi look beat up. Well you do know why, but you’re choosing not to think about that reason. 

It takes a few moments after your knock for the door to be opened, revealing a slightly disheveled Yoongi, which means you’ve woken him up from a nap. He’s going to be a little harder to convince if you just woke him up. It looks like he’s been at the studio all night again. His eyes narrow at you like he knew it was you, before his gaze trails down to the bag of food in one hand and your makeup case in the other. 

He groans, but steps back anyway to allow you to enter. You count it as a win that he doesn’t slam the door in your face. Not that it’d do much, all of you have keys to each other’s places. Namjoon just lamented the other week, when he’d once again lost his set of keys, meaning everyone had to get new copies for him, why all of you don’t just live together. Jin suggested the better option was just to not give Namjoon keys.

“I brought lamb skewers.” You pipe up before he has a chance to say anything. He eyes you suspiciously for a moment as you set everything down on the table. You turn to him with a hopeful smile. “Where’s Jin?”

Yoongi ignores you in favor of digging a skewer out to munch on before deeming you worthy of an answer. “Apparently smart enough to not be here when you come by looking for a guinea pig.” He says around a mouthful.

You pout, wringing your hands for extra effect. “Do you guys really find it a bother?” You look down, you know Yoongi doesn’t like seeing you sad. “I can just post some fliers around if you don’t want to do it.”

You hear Yoongi huff then his arm is wrapping around you. It gives you the perfect way to hide your victorious grin. He’s a little too predictable. 

“What are we doing today? Please no glitter. Jimin is still shedding it from last week.”

You giggle, moving to open your case and sort through the makeup you brought with you today. “Jimin was the prettiest fairy, thank you very much. And he wanted the glitter for the video. Have you not seen it? It’s… stunning.” You wave the thought off. “But no, no glitter for you. You get this instead.” You turn and hold up a bottle of fake blood. “I need to practice my horror and gore type stuff. We have a short film project in a few weeks and I have never done a full zombie before. Plus it’ll help me round out my portfolio.” You grin conspiratorially with him. “Plus, I figured we could prank the others.”

He lets out a put upon sigh, but you can see the grin he’s trying to hide. You know he’s always down to fuck with the others, the perks of such an artsy school giving you the ability to do so frequently in creative ways. “Okay, fine. What do you need me to do?”

You tug the white shirt you’d bought and hold it out to him. “Put this on first.”

He looks like he has something to say but just shrugs and does as you ask. He tugs his current shirt off and you try your best not to stare. Jimin was shirtless in front of you last week for hours for his fairy makeup and you were completely unphased by it, something you know that many people on campus would boggle at the fact that you had that in front of you and did nothing. Yet Yoongi is just changing his shirt, something you’ve seen plenty of times over the course of your friendship. All of your friends have seen everyone else in the midst of dressing for one thing or another, you’re all comfortable with each other. And with many of your degrees being what they are, you have to be comfortable with people in varying states of dress. But with Yoongi, this time, it’s a little hard to remind yourself that you’re friends and this is for practice. Something about the end of senior year drawing so near makes every moment with Yoongi feel slightly different. A little more charged than before. 

Once he’s got the new shirt on, you grab a pair of scissors and the front of his shirt with your other hand so that you can pull it away from his skin. 

Yoongi jerks backwards at the sight of the sharp object so close to his chest. “Woah! I thought this was supposed to be fake!”

You roll your eyes, tugging him back towards you. He goes with no resistance, despite his vocal protests. “I’m cutting the shirt, dumby. Not you.”

He pouts at the name. “Well how should I know that?”

You give him a flat look, does he really think you’d use scissors on him? “You think if I wanted to hurt you that I would lug all of my makeup over here to do it?” You glance at the open container of food, grinning evilly. “Besides, if I really wanted to hurt you, I’d go for your precious skewers.”

Yoongi gasps with horror and you really hope it’s fake horror. With him and Jungkook though, there’s a very real possibility that they would react this way and be completely serious. No one should be that theatrical over some lamb on a stick. “How dare you.”

You pluck a skewer from his protective hold and bite into it. “I said if. You think I’m gonna just get rid of my best model?”

“You’re just saying that so I don’t kick you out.” He grumbles, reluctantly setting the container back down like he’s scared that you’ll do something to it, but not before eating one more. 

You murmur a quiet ‘uh huh’, finally making a few cuts to the shirt and ripping them a little more with your hands to make it look more natural. You scrutinize it for a moment, maybe also taking the opportunity to admire the way Yoongi’s chest stretches the fabric and the glimpses of skin you get through the rips. Maybe you should’ve had Yoongi doing more full body stuff for you. You nod your approval to the shirt and pull out a brush and small jar filled with a dark brown powder. Yoongi watches you curiously as you open it and start to add streaks of it to his shirt to dirty it. 

“Is this supposed to be dirt?” He questions in disbelief. You nod distractedly as you continue to focus and you miss the face Yoongi makes. “Did you buy that? You know there’s dirt outside right?”

You finish, giving Yoongi an unimpressed look. If he really thought he was about to question how you do your job then maybe you should’ve used the scissors on him. “Do you want to go roll around in the dirt?” Your half tempted to make him go do it if he’s going to be a stickler for realism. You hold back a laugh when he shakes his head quickly, eyes wide cause he knows that you’ll follow through. “Then don’t question my fake dirt, brat.” You tap his nose with the brush, leaving a small splotch behind. You gesture to the stool nearby, the one that’s become the de facto makeup chair here. “Sit please.”

Yoongi does so as you gather up the few things you decide to use for this practice run. You don’t want to go too crazy for practice, especially if this is to be believable. Plus, you don’t have to do just zombie work, you’ve got to do the human too. So this is the perfect time to try that. You begin to work, falling into a companionable silence. Yoongi always stays quiet, eyes tracing your face as you work. Namjoon always questions what you’re using and doing, always wants to learn, even if he’s not particularly good at it. They all question, even Yoongi, but they usually wait until after you’ve finished to ask about something.

You step back, head tilted as you trace over Yoongi’s features, now dirtier, faint bruises adorning his cheek and jaw, along with a scraped cheek and temple and a split lip. 

Yoongi speaks up while you inspect your work. “I thought you said zombie?” He looks adorably confused, so at odds with the beaten look he’s currently sporting.

You nod absently, picking the bruise wheel and sponge back up and adding more detailing around his eyes. Yoongi obediently closes his eyes without being told. You could kiss him, he’s the only one you never have to remind to do this, reading you and your movements more than well enough to anticipate what you need him to do. It’s definitely part of why he’s your favorite model. “I did. But I’m doing both the zombies and the human so I need to practice this too. And we have plans tonight and zombie makeup will take too long. I’d practice on Jin but I’m gonna have to do this on him enough for shooting.”

Yoongi peeks an eye open to look at you. “Jin’s working on this too?”

You switch your wheel and sponge out for a brush and the bottle of fake blood, thick enough to make small cuts and drips without spreading out past where you want it. “Yeah. I got the project first.” You pause and roll your eyes, memories of Jin begging you to do his makeup for his audition. There may have been a promise of all the alcohol you could drink, one that you definitely took him up on. “And I’m pretty sure he would’ve gotten the part regardless. But he wanted makeup like this done for his audition. Said he wanted to go in in character already and he wanted them to be able to see how he’d look in the role. That’s why I know I need to practice this. It was good enough for just a simple audition, but it’ll need to be perfect for the shoot.” 

You add a few drips of blood to the shirt and step away again. “I’m actually surprised that you don’t know about this already. It’s a big collaboration between a bunch of the departments. I’m pretty sure Tae and Kook are doin camera stuff. And music definitely seems like an important part to include.”

Yoongi shrugs, a small lift of his shoulders so he doesn’t move too much for you. “We usually don’t hear about projects until later. We’re not as needed for earlier parts. If it’s starting soon, we’ll probably be told soon then.”

You close the cap on the blood, admiring your work with a pleased grin. You knew he’d look good a little roughed up. He looks every bit the bad boy he pretends to be, you just need to convince him to wear his leather jacket too. That’ll complete the look. “It’d be cool to work on a project together within our disciplines. I don’t think we’ve done that yet.” You laugh. “Imagine it, our names on the big screen together.” You sigh a little wistfully, it might be the only way your names are up somewhere together. 

You miss the curious look Yoongi gives you at your sigh. “Yeah, too bad Jin’s name will be first. And bigger. We’ll just be tucked down at the end where everyone stops paying attention or leaves.”

You nudge his shoulder playfully. “I pay attention.”

He smiles softly at you as you begin to clean up. “I know you do.”

You finish cleaning quickly, you didn’t use that much to begin with and tug your phone out and grin. “Your favorite part. Picture time.”

Yoongi groans, foot kicking out in a show of protest. “Do I at least get to see what you’ve done to me first?” 

You roll your eyes at his dramatics but flip the front facing camera on and hand your phone to him. His eyes widen briefly when he finally sees himself. He turns his face, looking at it from different angles, a low ‘wow’ escaping him as he gingerly prods a bruise like it will actually hurt if he touches it. He grins as he hands the phone back. 

“Excellent work as always.”

You feel yourself grow warm, hiding your pleased smile behind your phone as you direct Yoongi’s poses so you can get shots to work from for final ideas for the film. You tuck your phone away once you're done. 

“Great let’s go. I think everyone else should be at Tae, Jimin and Jungkook’s by now.”

You grab Yoongi’s hand before he can enter the apartment, you can hear the others already inside. He turns to you with a questioning look but you ignore it as you make a few last second adjustments, fixing his hat and brushing the shoulders of his leather jacket before giving a satisfied nod. He ruffles your hair and you swat at his hand as you dart around him to enter. 

Your appearance is met with gasps and Jimin is quickly hurrying over, completely ignoring you in favor of Yoongi, hands hovering like he’s scared to hurt him more. “Are you okay?! Oh my god, you shouldn’t be walking, come sit down.” 

You bite your lip as Jimin ushers Yoongi to the couch, watching as the others flock to him as well, all throwing questions at him at once. You notice Jin in the kitchen doorway and he smirks at you, clearly knowing exactly what’s going on, but he seems more than willing to keep quiet in favor of whatever your plan is. You don’t know how long to let this go on, but it’s too funny to watch. Yoongi actually looks a little flustered and it makes the scene all the more adorable to watch.  

“Who did this!” Jungkook pushes Jimin aside and squishes Yoongi’s cheeks, looking imploringly into his eyes. “Please tell me you remember, I’ll beat them up for you.” 

Taehyung swats at his arm. “You’re gonna hurt him more idiot, let go.”

He does so instantly, wide eyes glued to the tacky blood that’s transferred to his hand. 

Yoongi chuckles. “If you’re gonna beat them up, my money’s on her winning.” He grins and something about it makes him look cocky and cocky is an oddly good look on him right now and you almost missed what he says completely.

They all look at him, varying degrees of confusion on their faces. “Her?” Namjoon presses.

Yoongi nods and gestures towards you, smirk still in place. “Yeah, she’s the one who did this to me.”

The three youngest look at you warily, Jungkook looks a little like he wants to take back what he said about beating up whoever did that to Yoongi. Namjoon’s eyes narrow, he’s too smart sometimes. “It’s makeup, isn’t it?”

You grin, giving a small shrug. “Guilty as charged.”

Hoseok appears at your side, puppy eyes in full effect. “That’s so mean to do to us. We were worried about him. You know he can’t fight.”

Yoongi protests with a weak hey, batting Jungkook’s hands away as he prods at the makeup with glee now that he knows it’s safe to touch. You feel like they misjudge Yoongi a little. Yoongi could definitely hold his own in a fight if he needed to. You remember very well watching him work with sets during your stagecraft class. You maybe almost ruined a few things by getting distracted watching him work. It’s definitely where your crush began, you’ve always been a sucker for watching a guy work up a sweat. 

You smile and pull Hoseok into a hug. “I’m sorry, Hobi. I needed practice and it seemed like a waste that no one else got to see it.”

Hoseok’s arm wraps around your neck as he quickly turns your hug into a headlock, rubbing your head as you squirm. “Hobi, stop!” you giggle, prying ineffectually at his arm. “I give! I give! I’m sorry!” 

Hoseok gives one last rub before releasing you, smug smile in place as you pout at him and attempt to fix the mess he’s created of your hair, not that it matters. The boys have seen you after all nighters and hungover, mussed hair is nothing in comparison. 

Jin finally pushes himself off the doorway with a clap to grab everyone’s attention. “Right, now that that’s over with, are we ready to celebrate this project?”

Your days quickly grow busy, full of planning meetings and brainstorming sessions. You have little time to practice between classes, the meetings, and research. Although some of the research devolves into group binges of various zombie movies, all of you claiming it’s in the name of preparing for your various upcoming roles. But you know part of it is because you're all getting too busy to hang out as a group and if you can at least claim to be researching for the shoot as well. Hoseok hates the binges the most, he’s never been great with horror but the others have fun with it, picking the movie apart by the different aspects that they’re interested in. You get too wrapped up in inspecting the makeup that you don’t even really realize what most of the plots are or what the others do. 

Yoongi offers to watch them all again with you, all in the name of research of course. He does it a couple of times, sacrificing sleep and time to work on other projects to stay up late watching zombie movies on your’s or his couch. He even points out ideas for you and pauses the movie when you start talking about a technique on screen, watching you with a fond smile.

Now you finally have some free time and you’ve been thinking about what you want to practice all week, all the ideas and plans you’ve created after your film viewings. You’ve just got the difficult task of finding out which boy is free and you luck out and find Jin and Hoseok together. Jin groans the second you enter the apartment and he catches sight of your case. 

“I’m too pretty to be a zombie,” he whines. 

You roll your eyes. You’d normally fight him on it, but with Hoseok here too, you decide to let it slide this once. “That’s fine. I can practice your makeup for the film and see how it will look with a zombie.” You turn to Hoseok with pleading eyes. “As long as I have a zombie.”

Hoseok looks like he wants to protest, glancing at the books in front of him, but he gives in with a sigh rather quickly. “Yeah, I suppose I could use a break.” 

You give a small cheer. “Thank you! Dinner’s on me then.” You look over the two of them before deciding to give them the choice. “Who wants to go first?”

Jin jumps up. “Me, if I read anything else about camera techniques I think my brain might melt.”

He quickly settles into the chair, letting you get to work. His makeup is simple, you do much of what you practiced on Yoongi with a few modifications you’d decided on while doing research during the week. Jin and Hoseok chatter with each other while you work, you occasionally add things to the conversation when you happen to catch what’s being talked about, but much of your focus is on your work. 

Once finished, you look him over before nodding happily. You pull your phone out to get a few solo shots, something he takes great joy in making difficult for you by posing in over exaggerated ways. You finally shoo him away and Hoseok replaces him and you purse your lips, tugging at his shirt. 

“Lose this. I need your neck.”

Hoseok raises an eyebrow, tugging his shirt off. “If you wanted me naked so badly, Y/n, you could’ve just asked. I’m sure we can ask Jin to give us some time alone.” He winks.

You snort, about to respond that you just don’t want to hear him complain about his shirt being ruined but before you can say anything Jin’s answering. “She doesn’t care about you being shirtless. There’s only one of us she would care to have shirtless in front of her.”

Your cheeks heat and you glare at Jin. You never should’ve gone drinking with him and you should’ve known he was doing it just to pry information out of you. Wanted his makeup to look authentic for the audition, my ass. “Shut the fuck up, asshole.”

Hoseok perks up, looking at Jin. “She likes someone? One of us? Who?”

“No one.” You cut in, tugging his chin back so he’s facing you and quickly starting your work on his face. It’s incredibly hard to work around the shiteating grin on Hoseok’s face. You maybe blend some spots a little harder than necessary if the way Hoseok occasionally winces is anything to go by. 

“Oh, she does. She told me herself. Rambled on about how nice he smells and how he takes care of her. Waxed poetic about how she wishes she got to see him shirtless more often because she just knows that he looks good shirtless.” He waggles his eyebrows.

You point the brush in your hand menacingly at Jin, you wonder if anyone would believe it was justified. “If you don’t shut up, you won’t have to wear makeup for the shoot.”

Jin looks at the brush, completely nonplussed. “You wouldn’t dare when I live in such close proximity to a certain someone.” He singsongs. “And gosh, I just say such crazy things when I’m studying and sleep deprived, ya know?”

Your eyes widen, heart in your throat. Hoseok looks confused for a moment before you see the lightbulb go off and he grins too. “You like Yoo-”

You slap your hand over his mouth. This is so not happening right now, this is just a bad dream. Fueled by far too many zombie movies this week. You’ll wake up and be in your own bed and Jin and Hoseok won’t be teasing you about liking Yoongi. “Shut up, I don’t like anyone.” You hiss. 

You feel his grin so you squeeze his cheeks, shaking him just slightly. “Say it. Say, ‘you don’t like anyone’.”

He’s about to respond and you can just tell by the glint in his eye that he’s not going to repeat what you told him to say, but the sound of the door opening takes everyone’s attention and you look up, blinking owlishly when you see Yoongi enter. He quirks an eyebrow when he sees you squeezing Hoseok’s cheeks and you quickly jerk your hand away. You’d really like to disappear now. It would’ve been bad enough to be here with Jin when Yoongi got home and now he’s got backup with Hoseok. You’re going to die of embarrassment by the end of the night, you just know it.

You quickly busy yourself with getting back to work on Hoseok, absolutely ignoring the delight in his eyes at Yoongi’s sudden appearance. 

“Hey Yoongi, what’re you doing home already?” He calls and you wonder if anyone would believe you if you said the brush just slipped and poked him in the eye. It’s happened before. 

Yoongi wonders over to the three of you, inspecting your work on Hoseok so far. “Apparently studying at the coffee shop was code for date? And I didn’t know that?” He says offhandedly. 

You feel your heart stop. “You went on a date?” You blurt out before you can think better. That was supposed to just be a thought, you didn’t mean to say it out loud. You wish you could take the words back, especially when you see the way Jin’s eyes light up at your slip. 

Yoongi nods, turning to look over Jin’s makeup next. He still looks like this conversation isn’t that important to him. “Yeah, Seulgi asked if I wanted to study for our class together at the coffee shop. Apparently I missed the memo that said it was actually a date.”

You swallow, studiously staying focused on Hoseok, tilting his head slightly so you can begin to create a bite mark on his neck. You don’t want to hear anymore of this conversation, you’re already really close to crying. Yoongi says something about needing to shower and meanders away. Hoseok must notice the glassiness of your eyes because he reaches out to give your thigh a reassuring squeeze. You give him a pained smile and continue to work. 

Jin’s about to say something but you shake your head. “Don’t. Please.”

He remains quiet, letting you finish Hoseok’s makeup in silence. You’re incredibly grateful. For all that Jin can be a little shit, he still does care about his friends. You finish quickly, getting some solo shots and then getting some reference photos of the two of them together. They take great joy in being over the top once you get the base photos you need, posing and acting out silly scenes in full makeup. You snap pictures the whole time, you don’t need them for reference but they do manage to bring a smile back to your face and make you momentarily forget about Yoongi and his date. 

You scroll through the photos, checking them out when you gesture towards the bathroom. “You guys can go wash up and we can go grab something to eat.”

You don’t see the devious grin Jin sends Hoseok. “Hmm, I don’t feel like going out. Let’s just order something. I’ll see if Yoongi wants anything.” You can only watch in horror as Jin calls for Yoongi down the hall. Yoongi reenters, hair still wet and looking cozy in sweats and a tshirt. “Y/n’s buying dinner. You hungry?”

Yoongi glances at you and you busy yourself with cleaning up. “Sure, I’ll always eat if it’s free.” He grins. 

“Freeloader.” You grumble, turning to him with your hands on your hips. “You didn’t even do anything.”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow challengingly. He looks from Jin to Hoseok and grins, then he tugs his shirt off and nudges Hoseok out of the seat to sit himself in front of you. His grin turns smug. “There, you can do some more practice.”

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, but you’re at a complete loss for words. Your gaze flits over his bare chest before quickly darting away, Jin’s words from earlier coming back to haunt you, only this time with Yoongi’s actual bare chest. You’ve still got nothing to say and you can hear Hoseok and Jin snickering over your dilemma. It’s not like you can tell him no, he’d only get suspicious. Yoongi knows you never turn down a chance to practice, especially if you have something as big as a film shoot coming up.

You take a deep breath, you can do this. You can totally be professional. You’ve worked on a bunch of shirtless people. You’ve worked on Jimin and Jungkook. This is nothing. It’s just Yoongi. You straighten and roll your eyes at him. “Any other time I want to practice and you’re too busy.”

He beams at you, clearly thrilled that he’s won. “Yeah, but you’re buying dinner so...” He shrugs nonchalantly. 

You stick your tongue out him and turn back to your makeup case, pulling your tools back out. You start your work, gently tilting Yoongi’s head so you can create a bite mark on his shoulder. His skin is soft and the smell of his body wash is overwhelming this close. 

Just as you’re applying the base outline in latex, Jin speaks up. “How’d the date go, Yoongs?”

You jerk to glare at Jin, inadvertently dripping latex down Yoongi’s chest. You blink as it begins to slowly make its way down his chest, glancing up to see Yoongi giving you a worried look. You ignore him, turning back to the mess you made, forcing yourself into work mode and thinking about how you’re going to fix this mess because all you can do is try to fix it to make it seem like you did it on purpose. The only thing you can think to make this work without ripping all the latex off is to turn the bite into a bite that ripped skin off too. With a loose plan in mind, you begin adding more latex to his chest, creating a rough outline for the torn flesh, different scenes from zombie movies flitting through your mind as you use their looks as guidance.

Yoongi surprises you by actually responding to Jin once he decides you’re okay and have begun working again. “It was awkward as fuck because I didn’t know it was a date. I mean, who asks someone on a date under the guise of studying?” he snorts though he’s clearly not amused by the situation. 

“A lot of people, Yoongi. A lot,” Jin laughs. “That’s like, the primary way people ask others out if they share a class. It’s all, hey let’s go study and then no studying happens.”

You can see the way Yoongi wants to move in response, the muscles under your fingers twitching and you appreciate that he is at least still restrained physically even if his mouth continues to run. “That’s dumb. I just wanted to study.”

Jin makes a noise of surprise. “What do you mean?”

Yoongi shifts and you sneak a peek at his face, noting the way his cheeks are beginning to turn red. “I just… Well I mean- Look, she’s just not someone I’m interested in that way.” He eventually stutters out, his eyes shifting to you before quickly jerking away to stare at the wall behind you.

You can hear the smugness in Hoseok’s voice when he speaks. “Oh?” he asks, full of faux curiosity. “And just who are you interested in? Do we know her?”

Yoongi splutters. “I- What? I- I’m not interested in anyone right now.” No one seems to believe him, even as much as you don’t want it to be true, that’s the weakest denial you’ve ever heard from him. You are a little curious to who caught his interest. He’s had girlfriends in the time you’ve known him, but you’ve never been able to pin down what they had in common to catch his interest. “Look I’m too busy anyway. I’ve got my classes and now the soundtrack for this to work on. I don’t have time for that.”

You stand up, effectively blocking his view of the others. “You got the soundtrack job?” you ask incredulously. Why hadn’t he told you?

Yoongi smiles sheepishly at you, clearly knowing this was coming. “I found out yesterday. I was actually going to probably come by your place and tell you tonight, but you ended up being here anyway. Surprise?”

You pinch his cheek, you knew he’d be asked to work on the soundtrack.. “That’s so awesome! I knew you’d get it!” You beam, you resist the urge to hug him and ruin the work you’ve done so far. You make sure to get him extra to celebrate later and lean back down to get back to work, adding offhandedly. “You know, if you’d just said that beforehand, I would’ve offered to get you dinner without the need to let me practice on you.”

Yoongi whines. “Not fair.”

You finish the rest of Yoongi’s makeup in relative peace. Jin spends half the time trying to pester Yoongi into spilling who he’s interested in and the other part looking through take out places, loudly sharing his opinion on what sounds best, his obvious attempt to get you to order from where he wants. Yoongi resolutely ignores Jin, keeping quiet and still while you work. Hoseok moved back to work on some of his homework, patiently waiting for you to finish so you could get new pictures of them all together, though you do sneak a picture of him while he’s working but the image of a zombie doing homework shirtless is too funny to pass up. 

You put a few last details on and look him over. Frowning, you poke at his unmarred pec. “Have you been working out?” His pec looks fuller than it used to, it would also explain why his shirts have been so stretched across his chest lately.

Yoongi flushes, hands coming up to cover his chest in a bid for modesty, as if you hadn’t just spent 45 minutes staring rather intently at it. “So what if I have? What’s wrong with that? Jungkook works out and I don’t hear you giving him a hard time.”

You blink at the outburst for a moment before doubling over with laughter. That certainly wasn’t the response you were expecting, you were mostly just expecting a yes or no. “Oh my god. Do you even listen? We all lovingly tease Jungkook about his muscles.” You wipe away a tear as you straighten back up. “I literally call him my muscle bunny. No one should be that buff and adorable at the same time.”

“Been working out for someone special Yoongs?” Jin teases and you very much don’t like where this is going. “Someone who has perhaps mentioned that they like guys with some firm pecs?”

You both glare at Jin. You know he’s teasing you for what you said while drunk. You assume he’s also still trying to get Yoongi to spill who he likes. You wonder if she also works out at the gym Yoongi goes to and that’s the reason for his newfound interest in working out. You tug your phone back out swiftly, needing the distraction from that train of thought. “Right so pictures.”

You’re incredibly pleased with how Yoongi’s makeup turned out despite the slightly rocky start and almost disaster. There’s definitely still some parts that you need to practice a little more and places to improve, but for essentially having to wing it, it looks really good.

You get new pictures, where they once again pose for goofy ones, forcing a very reluctant Yoongi to participate though once he sees your delighted smile in response to the silliness, he quickly acquiesced to silly pictures. You wait for Jin and Hoseok to go wash their makeup off, tugging on Yoongi’s arm to keep him from following. He looks at you questioningly. 

You give his arm a squeeze, momentarily distracted by the way his muscle flexes at your touch. You shake your head slightly and smile at him. “I’m really proud of you for getting the soundtrack.”

Yoongi smiles back, face soft. “Thanks. I really was gonna tell you today.”

You nod. “I know. I’m always the first to know.” You nudge him towards the bathroom. “Go clean up, I’m ordering for your favorite place.”

Yoongi’s face lights up and giving your hand a squeeze, he hurries off down the hall to clean the makeup off. 

You practice as much as you can over the next week, using the pictures you take as reference and taking them to meetings to decide what’s good and what needs changed. Jungkook takes particular joy in having you do gore pieces on him now so that he can go scare the others, primarily Jimin because Jimin never fails to get scared. He tried only one time with Yoongi and Yoongi almost punched him in the face out of instinct so he steers clear of him if he happens to be in makeup. 

You open the door to Yoongi and Jin’s apartment, calling out an absent minded ‘hi’ like this is your own apartment and you set your makeup case down before collapsing on the couch. Yoongi appears a moment later from his room, eyebrow raised when he sees you sprawled out. 

“Last time I checked, you don’t live here.”

You wave him off dismissively, you’re too tired to do more. “Your’s was closer. Be nice to me.” You pout. 

Yoongi eyes you over, noticing your case nearby. “More practice?” He pushes your legs out of the way so he can sit.

You shake your head and stretch, throwing your legs across his lap, a pleased grin forming when he lets you. “No, I was helping Joy with a project. Was bigger than planned. Like I said, you were closer.” You shift to stretch again, muscles aching.

Yoongi grabs your ankle to stop your wiggling. “You’re a menace.”

You look him over thoughtfully. “Hm, you don’t seem to particularly care that I’m here. So clearly you don’t really think that. Besides, if any of us are the menace, it’s Jungkook. He’s been a terror this week. I’ve created a monster.” You gasp and sit up, hand against your forehead dramatically. “I’m Frankenstein. How shall I live knowing what I’ve done? Oh the angst, the guilt. Will Jimin survive my creation?”

Yoongi snorts, shoving you back down and you dissolve into giggles. “You should’ve been an actor. I’m pretty sure you could give Jin a run for his money.”

“I’ll take that as a complement. But really, if Jungkook wasn’t doing camera work for the film, he should’ve tried out for one of the zombie roles. He would’ve done great.”

Yoongi nods in agreement. “He would’ve. But I think he would’ve had too much fun climbing all over Jin for the sake of ‘being in character’.” 

You hum, closing your eyes. You’re hungry, not having had time to eat while working. You wonder if Yoongi’s eaten yet. If he was in his room then he most likely was working so he probably hasn’t and you wonder how you can get him to buy you dinner. It probably wouldn’t be too difficult, you’re pretty sure you bought last time it was just the two of you.

He gives your ankle a squeeze to get your attention and you peek an eye open to look at him. “You eaten yet?” 

 “No?” You squint at him, suspicious, but you delight in the fact that he could practically read your mind. Or maybe he just heard your stomach.

He nods, ignoring your suspicious gaze. “Cool, I’ll order us something.” He tugs his phone out to presumably order food without even waiting for a response. 

You nudge him with your foot. “You never offer to buy food. I have to pester you usually.” 

Yoongi shrugs and sets his phone down, grinning at you. “If you’d like I can just eat all of the food in front of you instead.”

You sit up quickly, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, cheek squished against his shoulder. “Noo, I’m sorry, don’t do that. Thank you for feeding me Yoongi.”

He chuckles, patting your arm where it's nearly strangling him. “Down girl, it’s just dinner.”

You wink at him. “I usually have to dress up and try a lot harder to get someone to buy me dinner.”

Yoongi flushes, slipping out from under your legs to quickly go to the kitchen. “Do you wanna drink? I think I need a drink.”

You tilt your head as you watch him go. Not that it’s particularly odd for you both to drink when you hang out, but his reaction seemed a little out of place. Maybe the score is giving him trouble, he usually will get a drink if music is being difficult. You hope it’s not from the girl he likes. Ever since Jin brought up her existence, it’s been on your mind, wondering what Yoongi’s type was. Briefly wondering what made you not his type. You’re very glad you’ve been so busy that you haven’t had a lot of time to obsess over those thoughts this week. “What do you have?”

Yoongi looks through the cabinets and fridge. “We have a bottle of cheap wine leftover from I think our last wine night. A bottle of nice wine, that I think is Jin’s and he’d probably kill us if we drink it. Aaand some spiced rum.”

“No Jin would kill you if you drink it. He likes me too much to kill me.” Yoongi gives you a look and you just grin back. He knows you’re right, though it’s not that Jin likes you more, you just have dirt on him. The one downside to his plan to get you drunk and ply you for information was that it also left him vulnerable to you getting your own information. “Rum is fine.”

Yoongi busies himself making you both drinks, coming back and handing you yours. You take a sip, coughing at the surprising burn of alcohol.

You raise an eyebrow as you look at him. “Tryin to get me drunk, Yoongs?” you tease.

He flushes, avoiding your eyes and taking a long sip of his drink. “Just made drinks, everyone’s gotta be a critic.” He grumbles.

You reply is interrupted by a knock on the door and Yoongi shoots to his feet to go answer. You take another drink, much more careful now that you know how strong it is, waiting for Yoongi to return with the food. He lays everything out on the table and it takes you a second to register he ordered from your favorite restaurant. You feel giddy, you haven’t gotten to eat here in a while because most of the others don’t care to go there, you usually have to order it on nights when you’re alone. 

“You hate this place!” You look at him with wide eyes. 

“No I don’t. It’s a good place.” You frown. There’s more to that you can tell, but Yoongi looks like he’s about to run away so you just let it go. You don’t know what’s caused the sudden shift. Although you suppose Yoongi has never explicitly stated that he hated the place, he’s just never spoken up in favor of it when your friends are gathered together and trying to find a place to eat.

You nudge him until he looks at you and you give him a shy smile. “You’re the best. Thank you.” You really don’t know what you’d do without Yoongi in your life. 

Yoongi puts something on TV for you both to watch and you eat in relative silence, only making occasional comments on the show. This is what you love most about spending time with Yoongi. It’s easy, the silence between you doesn’t need to be filled. The two of you content to just enjoy each other’s presence. 

Yoongi refills your drinks when they run out and you feel the pleasant buzz spreading through you. Yoongi sprawls out on the floor after he finishes his second glass, a good sign of his tipsiness. You stretch out on the couch on your belly, chin propped on the edge to look down at Yoongi. You poke his stomach and he squirms, batting at your hands when it turns from a poke to tickling. 

He rolls over, away from you and catches sight of your case. Leaning up on his elbows, he drags it closer and opens it. He looks through it, pulling different things out to inspect before putting them back. He glances at you. 

“You should do my makeup.” He decides.

You snort. “No I shouldn’t. It wouldn’t look good.”

Yoongi turns onto his side, head propped up on his hand as he looks you over thoughtfully. “Nothing you do could ever look bad.” He muses and it seems almost like it’s more to himself rather than to you. His eyes alight with mischief and he rests his free hand on his pec. “Ah, I get it. You are just scared to get so close to such perfect pecs again? You’re just intimidated by them. I mean, I understand, how can you work with perfection?”

You blink at him and burst into giggles, you love drunk Yoongi. “Oh, yeah. You caught me. I’m just trying to protect myself from that. I would never survive, I may just faint.” 

Yoongi nods, looking like he isn’t fully catching your sarcasm. Although it isn’t completely sarcastic because you don’t think it would be wise to be near his pecs when you’ve been drinking. “It’s okay, I understand.” He tugs his shirt off, flopping back onto his back once again. “Come on, do it. I bet you can’t do something amazing.” He challenges.

And against your better judgement, you rise to his bait. Him lying pliant and shirtless on floor and taunting you is too strong for you to resist. You climb off the couch, settling next to him and pull your makeup closer. You don’t even know what kind of makeup to do. Your case is a mixed mess right now because you had to clean some of your zombie supplies out for things for Joy’s shoot. You think you have enough supplies to do some minor wounds and decide that you can just take the opportunity to practice and maybe use the opportunity to work mostly on his chest and stomach. You just hope you don’t get too distracted while working, you know he’d be insufferably smug about it. 

Plan in mind, you begin working, but you don’t get very far in your work before Yoongi starts squirming. You huff, you should’ve known this was a bad idea, Yoongi always grows restless when he’s been drinking unless he’s cuddled up to someone.

You poke him. “Stop moving.”

Yoongi makes a face at you, he looks like a disgruntled toddler. “I’m not.”

You roll your eyes, but get back to work, chalking it up to him just needing to get comfortable. A few minutes later though and he’s shifting again. You give him a warning look and when he moves again you huff in frustration and throw your leg over his waist so you’re now straddling him, effectively holding him still. He blinks up at you with wide eyes for a moment before they darken. 

You grin victoriously as he attempts to buck you off. You lose your balance slightly, hand shooting out to rest on his chest to maintain your balance and you giggle when he tries to buck you off again but your grip keeps you upright. He pouts beneath you and you’re about to taunt him further but you’re stopped by the sound of the front door opening. You sit up straight, craning your neck to try and see who’s entered. A moment later, your question is answered when Jin appears, looking just as surprised to see you as you are to see him. 

Yoongi chooses that moment to try to buck you off again and your hand tightens as you try to maintain your balance. Jin’s brows furrow in confusion and he makes his way around the couch. The second he sees Yoongi beneath you, he’s turning his back on you both with a noise of disgust. 

“Yoongi, what the fuck! I thought we agreed a long time ago that there would be no fucking in the living room!” he yells, arms flailing as he speaks. 

Your cheeks heat and you quickly look down, realizing what a compromising position you’re in and how it must’ve looked to Jin. You violently shove yourself off Yoongi’s lap, back hitting the edge of the coffee table and causing you to wince. 

“We weren’t doing anything,” you protest. 

You know Jin is rolling his eyes, not believing you one bit. “Oh please. I know what I saw.”

“I was just practicing some makeup! Yoongi wouldn’t stop squirming. I was just trying to get him to sit still so I could work.” Your defense sounds weak even to your own ears.

Jin pauses and seems to debate something before hesitantly turning to look at you over his shoulder. His gaze goes from you to Yoongi and the half finished work on his chest to your makeup case and then he throws his head back with a groan. He stomps off to his room, muttering something about not being able to deal with both of your oblivious asses.

You frown, watching him go, perplexed by his words. What were you being oblivious about? 

Yoongi taps you to get your attention and you turn back to see his smug grin. He glances pointedly to his chest where when you look, you see that you’ve accidentally smeared purple across his pec when you’d pushed yourself off of him. 

“That’s not fair! That doesn’t count because that has extenuating circumstances.” You pout. 

Yoongi just shakes his head, clearly deciding that this means he has won his little challenge. Not wanting to go down easy, you turn to your case, looking for one of the glitter creams you’d put in there for Joy’s shoot and before Yoongi can react, you smear it across his other pec. 

You laugh in glee as Yoongi belatedly tries to move away and fails. You manage to dart your hand out, smearing more glitter across his cheek. He glares at you before tackling you and wrestling the bottle from your hand. He grins down at you in victory from his perch atop your thighs and he quickly dips a finger into the bottle, swiping it across your cheek. You try to fight him off, but it only succeeds in smearing more glitter on both of you. 

You’re both breathless from laughter and the room slowly settles around you as you grin at each other. The glitter on Yoongi’s cheek matches the way his eyes shine and you stare at each other, the moment charged, tension thick. You wonder what he’s thinking and almost in answer, his gaze drops to your lips. Then there’s a bang from somewhere else in the apartment and Yoongi twitches, breaking the trance you both were in. He blinks a few times then slowly slides off of you, replacing the cap on the bottle. 

“It’s late,” he murmurs. 

You nod but remain on the floor. “Bring me my pillow please?” You jut your bottom lip out, hoping to convince him. You don’t want to move but you also don’t want to be uncomfortable. 

He rolls his eyes. “Just come sleep in the bed, stupid. It’s not the first time.”

You chew your lip for a moment, you don’t know how to say that this time feels like it’ll be different. So you don’t say anything, letting yourself be pulled to your feet and following Yoongi to his room. He digs some of your sleep clothes out of a drawer and sets them on the bed beside where you’re sat. He leaves and comes back a moment later with some makeup wipes and a damp cloth, gently wiping you clean of makeup. 

You’re stunned into silence, watching him as he works to clean you and you idly wonder if this is what it’s like when you’re doing his makeup. It feels scarily intimate and you don’t know if it’s just this moment or if this is how he always feels, that scares you more. You’re always so focused on your work, you’ve never noticed. He’s close enough that it wouldn’t take much to lean up to kiss. 

Your heart is in your throat, you could do it. If it went bad, you could always blame the alcohol, but you're positive that he was about to earlier too. You’re snapped out of it by Yoongi straightening back up, giving you a soft smile. 

“I’m going to clean up. I’ll be back.”

You feel startlingly sober after he leaves, changing your clothes mechanically. Once changed you slip into his bed, on your side, and try to think about how you’ve done this enough times that you actually have a side on his bed. But you and the guys all share beds often. This is not any different from those times. Except, it does feel different. You feign sleep when Yoongi re-enters and he moves around quietly to not wake you. He brushes a few strands of hair from your face and presses a kiss to your forehead before turning to go to sleep.

You try to keep from being awkward around Yoongi, the memory of his lips against your skin haunts you, but given the circumstances, you think you mostly manage to be mostly normal. At least normal enough that when you beg him to come to your studio to test the bite prosthetic that you’ve been trying to perfect, he agrees to it easily. 

But that seems to be the easiest part. Now, with Yoongi in your campus studio alone, no chance of interruptions, the tension is thick in the air. You know you probably need to talk about the other night, there’s no way Yoongi didn’t feel the shift, doesn’t still feel it as your hands move across his chest, neck, his waist. But you both remain silent. You’re reminded of when Yoongi was washing the makeup off of you and how that closeness felt to you and you wonder if he feels that now. You sneak a glance at his face, but it gives nothing away, face relaxed and eyes closed as you work, if you didn’t know him better, you’d think he’d fallen asleep.

You shake yourself out of it, if his eyes are closed, clearly it’s not the same as it was for you. You ignore the sting you feel in your chest at the thought and continue working.  

Your hands lightly trace Yoongi’s side as you draw away, scrutinizing his torso. Looking for any last details to tweak or improve. The wound between his ribs and the bite marks, actually more of a chunk ripped out of his side and a bite mark on his neck, look good. Coloring right, depth good, his face looks sunken in the right places, he’s paler than usual, it’s all just missing one thing. You walk to the work bench while he remains in the middle of the studio, eyes now open again with the absence of your hands on him. Looking through the various bottles of red lining the wall, you finally select one, a little runny but the right shade to look like it’s been dried to his skin for a while. 

You pause when you get back to him, eyes flicking to his pants then back up to him. “Um, do you care about those pants?”

He glances down, seeming to not have known what jeans he was even wearing. He frowns. “Uh yes actually. These are my favorite.” You try to hide your disappointment, but Yoongi must catch it anyway, because he continues. “But I can just take them off so you can do the blood. Can’t properly test the makeup without all the makeup, right?” He winks and your heart swells that he’s so willing to do so much for you.

You chuckle and step back as he tries to carefully shed his jeans without ruining the makeup covering his chest and stomach. He doesn’t get very far, unable to bend over to push them down very far and too tight to have any hope to just kick off. You bite back a laugh and step forward. 

“I can help?” You offer hesitantly. It’s suddenly hitting you that Yoongi is about to be in front of you in just his boxers. 

He swallows, clears his throat, before giving a curt nod and looking away, his makeup hiding the ways his cheeks blaze with his thoughts. You kneel, setting the bottle of blood aside and reach up to grab his pants. You hesitate for a moment with your hands in front before moving to the much safer location at his sides, taking hold and gently pulling them down. You do your best to focus on the task and ignore the way his crotch is basically in your face and the fact that you're on your knees in front of him. Maybe you shouldn’t have knelt down to do this, giving the compromising position it’s put you in. You really should’ve thought this whole thing through before telling him to take his pants off. 

You instead focus on the ground as you work his pants off. Once off and tossed safely to the side you look back up to him, which turns out to be a mistake. Because on the way up, you don’t miss the unmistakable twitch of his dick in his boxers, but you do miss the way his dark eyes follow your movements, tongue darting out to lick his lips. Your eyes widen and you quickly busy yourself with grabbing the bottle and getting back to your feet all while studiously ignoring Yoongi and the way your cheeks feel like they’re on fire. 

He clears his throat. “Sorry.”

You want the ground to swallow you up. It’s worse that he’s acknowledging it, you both could’ve just pretended that his dick isn’t half hard and that you most definitely saw the outline of it. You shake your head. “It’s fine, really.”

You open the bottle of blood. You hope if you get to work that Yoongi will stop talking, won’t make this more awkward, give more tension to this situation. Yoongi goes silent as soon as the bottle is open, straightening his back and assuming his usual position and you’re grateful. 

You use a dropper to get blood into the wounds, watching the paths the blood tracks down Yoongi’s skin once it overflows, following unti the drops hit his boxers and seep into the fabric. You continue, adding extra splatters and drips, blooding up his face as well. Your eyes trace the tracks left across his body, it’s missing something but you can’t place your finger on what. You step back, tilt your head to the side as you study him. You look from the bottle back to him, hoping it will hit you, but nothing comes. 

After a few minutes, Yoongi moves, scratching lightly at the corner of his mouth and accidently smearing some of the blood there. He looks worried when he sees the red painting his finger tip. 

“I’m so sorry, it just tickled, I thought I was avoiding it.”

You’re not listening though because the smear on his mouth is the answer you’ve been searching for. The blood you’ve put on is too neat, it looks unnatural. No zombie is going to just stand there and no human being attacked would be so still. They’d fight and squirm and blood would smear. You shake your head quickly when he goes to apologize again and step forward, reaching out and smearing the blood around his mouth a little more, fingers lightly tracing his lips. You only give yourself a small moment to appreciate the feel of them. You work down his body, smearing areas that need it and adding more blood when it seems like somewhere isn’t bloody enough. 

Your fingers brush the hem of his boxers and you jerk your hand away, avoiding his eyes and trying to ignore the fact that he’s only gotten harder since you took his pants off. You step back quickly looking over your work again, not letting your gaze drop below his waist. It’s still missing something. You look at the bottle and your bloodied hand and look back at him, trying to piece out what you think is missing. You look at your hand again and get an idea. You pour a little more blood onto it, setting the bottle aside and stepping back to Yoongi. You look him over slowly, trying to figure out the best place for it and your eyes stop on the bite on his neck. 

You study the other side of his neck, looking starkly bare next to the gore of the bite and your place your hand gently on his neck, thumb brushing his chin. You can imagine the jerking movement that your placement would have actually been had you been going for his throat and your caress seems all the more strange, so gentle compared to the violence that your makeup appears, to the bloody print you’re leaving behind. 

You meet Yoongi’s gaze and are frozen by the heat in his eyes. Your fingers twitch against his skin but you can’t find it in yourself to pull away. You feel like you’ve been staring at Yoongi for an eternity, but it couldn’t have been more than a handful of moments, before there’s movement, you can’t really tell if it’s you or him who moves first. But then Yoongi’s lips are pressed to your own and you can now fully appreciate their softness. 

You can feel the blood smear around your own mouth, taste the bitterness on your lips when you grow bold enough to let your tongue dance along the seam of his lips until he opens up to you and the bitterness of the blood is quickly lost to a taste that is wholly Min Yoongi. 

Yoongi groans and pulls you flush against him and you can feel the blood seep into your clothes but you can’t really find it in you to care when he abandons your mouth in favor of trailing his lips across your jaw and down your throat to nip and suck at the skin there, marking you with set of bite marks. . 

You moan at the sharp sting, squirming against Yoongi’s hold. He growls, arm wrapping tighter around you as he quickly maneuvers you to the floor, situating himself between your legs to keep you pinned with his hips. You gasp when you feel his hard cock press against you. He makes a noise against your throat and grinds against you a few times. You tangle your hands in his hair, staining the blond strands pink and red and give him a gentle tug. He lifts his head at your urging, looking down at you with hazy, hungry eyes, eyes that are at odds with the makeup surrounding them. You heart stutters in your chest, for a moment it’s easy to forget that Yoongi is human, the makeup and hunger in his eyes make him look ready to absolutely devour you. 

Which he does when you pull him in for another kiss, muttering a ‘Yoongi please’ against his lips. He licks into your mouth and you feel wholly consumed by him. He gives you a squeeze before one hand is slipping between the two of you. His hips shift, cock pressing against your thigh so that his fingers can press at your clit through your panties and leggings. 

Yoongi groans and bites your bottom lip. “Fuck… You’re already so wet and we haven’t done anything.” He leans back, a teasing smirk in place. “Zombies and blood get you that hot?”

You glare at him, reaching down and into his boxers to wrap your hand around his dick. His mouth drops open and you grin in victory. 

“Like you have room to talk.” You begin to pump him slowly.

Yoongi grumbles and kisses you again to keep anymore smart remarks from coming out. He continues to rub you through your legging and you can feel your slick slowly soaking the fabric the more he presses against it. You whine, squirming against his fingers.

He shushes you. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll give you what you want.”

You huff, squeezing him tighter until he gasps. You smirk. “Then give it to me.”

He chuckles, giving you one last peck before he’s pulling away. “I should’ve known you’d be just as mouthy like this as you are any other time.” He sits back on his heels and grabs your leggings and tugs them and your panties off in one go, leaving your bottom half bare aside from the smears of blood. 

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, so you’ve thought about how I’d be like this?” You tease. 

He pauses and you’re about to question him when he’s diving back down to silence you with a kiss. Had he thought about you like this? His reluctance to give a straight answer makes it seem likely and that sends a thrill through you. 

He shoves his underwear down enough to get to his cock, brushing it along your folds. You gasp into the kiss, hands coming up to grab at his sides, one hand meeting the latex of the mark on his side. 

He presses in slowly and when he bottoms out he jerks himself away from the kiss to stare down in wonder at where you’re joined, like he can’t believe this is happening. You’re not entirely sure this isn’t just a very weird wet dream. After a moment too long of his inactivity, you whine and squirm again. His eyes snap up to you and the lust in his gaze makes your breath catch in your throat. Yoongi’s features are much sharper with the makeup, more intense. You never thought blood would be a thing, but Yoongi covered in it while towering over you is apparently a thing you are very into.  

His lips curl up devilishly and with the combination of makeup, he looks potently lethal right now, like he’s about to absolutely ruin you. You’d let him too. He draws out slowly, smirk still in place, until just the tip remains inside. Then he snaps his hips forward and you cry out. He starts a quick pace and your hands slide around to his back to dig your nails in. You vaguely think that you ripped some of the bite mark up, but Yoongi makes no indication that he felt anything. And you couldn’t care about ruining all your work when you’re doing your best just to hang onto your sanity as Yoongi’s cock drags against your walls in all the best ways. 

Yoongi buries his face in your neck, hand slipping between you both once again to rub at your clit. “Come on baby, cum for me. Fuck, cum on my cock, love.”

He punctuates his command with a nip to your neck and you shudder, orgasm swiftly rising. A few more circles of your clit has your back bowing as you cum, pussy convulsing around Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi’s pace stutters slightly from the sudden constriction but as soon as your orgasm begins to subside, he’s grabbing your hips and thrusting harshly into you to chase his own release. 

Tears gather in your eyes at the onslaught of overstimulation. “Yoongi… Fuck, please…” You don’t even know what you’re begging for. “Yoongi…”

He groans and kisses you messily as he gets a handful more thrusts before he’s cuming, flooding your pussy. Your gasp, shuddering at the warmth and his hips twitch at the sound. After a few moments of catching his breath, he carefully pulls out, flopping beside you and gathering you to his chest. 

You both lay there in silence. Your mind is blissfully quiet for a while, until Yoongi presses a kiss to the top of your head and suddenly everything feels like too much, ming in overdrive because what was this supposed to mean? You’d been so careful to keep your feelings hidden and you feel too exposed. You need to leave, you need space, you need to think. You jerk up, quickly looking for your leggings. Yoongi sits up slowly, he looks confused and in your rush to find your clothes, you miss the flash of hurt on his face as he watches you. 

“Sorry, I forgot we had a meeting for the film tonight. Everyone’s so busy this was the only time we could do it.” You babble out. You know you don’t sound particularly coherent, you can’t even properly stand.

You can’t find your underwear so you give up on them, you need to get out of here or you’re going to cry. You tug your leggings on, ignoring the cool tackiness of the crotch or the way they instantly get soaked further with your and Yoongi’s mixed releases. 

Yoongi looks like he wants to say something but remains silent as you gather your things. You pause at the door and chew your lip. You turn and give him a little wave, the best smile you can muster in place as you do. You know it’s not very good, but it’s the best you’ve got. 

“I’ll text you after. I’m so sorry I’ve gotta go.” You murmur as you slip out. 

Yoongi sits on the floor for a few moments after you leave, cement floor cold against his bare ass. Eventually, he pushes himself up and moves over to the sink to begin cleaning himself up. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and pauses to observe just how much of your work was ruined. The bite mark on his side has been almost completely torn off, only hanging on in a few spots. The makeup and blood has been smeared into one big mess and he’s pretty sure most of it just rubbed off onto you. 

Yoongi sighs. You hadn’t even gotten a picture of all this work before it’d gotten ruined and there’s no hope of him getting any picture worth while. He continues his trip to the sink and cleans himself up, completely used to the sting of removing latex from his skin. The methodical cleaning lets his mind wander and he regrets that he let hormones get the best of him in this situation. He’d wanted to ask you out first, maybe a couple of dates before anything physical like this. He’s liked you for so long and this was his chance. He tries not to think of your rushing out as meaning anything other than what you said about your meeting. He’s had his share of strange meeting times. 

He finishes and dresses himself, taking it upon himself to clean up the supplies you’d left out in your haste to leave, a fond smile finding its way to his lips as he recounts the many times you’ve lamented your messy studio mates who leave supplies out. Once finished, he shuts the lights off and decides to head home.

He expects his house to be empty when he returns, it’s past midnight at this point and you had said there was a meeting for the film and if you had to go that meant that the actors would be there as well. But to his surprise, Jin is lounging on the couch, watching some drama on Netflix when he enters. 

He frowns. “Is the meeting over already?”

Jin gives him a questioning look. “Meeting?” Jin looks him over, takes in the pink skin from where the latex had sat. “Where were you?”

“I was helping Y/n with some final tweaks to the zombie makeup. That didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t know what meeting you’re talking about, Yoongi. There was no meeting tonight.” Jin catches the way Yoongi’s face crumples and sits up, gaze intent on Yoongi. “Why? Who said there was?”

Yoongi ignores him for a moment, goes to the sink to get a drink of water and Jin follows, waiting patiently for Yoongi’s response.

“Y/n said there was. She remembered after we-” He cuts himself off abruptly, cheeks turning crimson. 

Jin picks up on it, perking up. “After you...?” he presses. When Yoongi doesn’t immediately speak up, he continues. “Did you finally ask her out like we’ve been telling you to?!” Jin’s about to excitedly continue when Yoongi cuts him off with a soft ‘no’. His face falls. “What happened then?”

“We- “ Yoongi rubs his hands on his face then sighs. “We fucked. In her studio. It just… It’s been building up for so long. But I had such a good plan laid out to ask her out. But... “ He trails off and doesn’t finish.

“Oh, Yoongi.” Jin murmurs, pulling the other into a tight hug. “I promise you this will work out. She likes you too and I’m sure she’s just a little scared about what this means.” Yoongi sniffles and Jin hugs him tighter. “It’ll be okay, Yoongi. Promise.”

You’re incredibly grateful that shooting started the day after your night with Yoongi in your studio. Your thoughts have been a mess. That night seemed like the culmination of something, but when you tried to think of just what it meant, you found yourself terrified of what the answer may be. So you did the safest thing and ran. 

Jin tried to talk to you a little bit while filming, but he was still fairly easy to avoid with excuses of needing to touch up the zombies' makeup. You could see the sadness in his eyes and after the first two days he stopped trying to corner you and so you tentatively sought him out during break one day, talking about topics that stayed safely away from Yoongi. You assume Yoongi had told him at least something about that night, but you’re too terrified to ask what he knows. 

But now here you were, almost two weeks later and you’ve only seen Yoongi in group settings. It’s the longest you’ve gone without hanging out with just him in almost the whole time you’ve been friends. He looked tired, but when anyone else brought it up to him, he’d wave it off that he was just busy with the film soundtrack. His eyes linger on you and you know he wants to talk to you, but you don’t know if you can handle that just yet. But you resolve that after the film is over and you’ve had time to process, you’ll seek him out. You at least owe him that much.

The premiere is tonight, it’s relatively small, mostly people who worked on it and their friends, plus some other students from the campus who get first chance to see films that will get screened to the public later. Your friends all gathered with you in a row and you can see Yoongi at the other end of them. The film turns out as good as you knew it would and as the credits begin to roll, people begin to filter out. Jin tells you that they’ll meet you in the lobby, they know how much you love to sit through the credits and appreciate everyone who worked so hard to put out a film. 

You watch the names as they go by, overwhelming pride when you see your friends' names up there. Then it gets to the soundtrack and you bite your lip. Yoongi did most of the soundtrack, these are his babies and you read through each one and feel so much pride you might burst. 

The grin on your face falters a little when you see the last three titles and you jerk to your feet, hands gripping the seat in front of you tightly. They can’t be. But there in black and white, “midnight meeting”, “old friends”, and “so much more to give” scroll by you. They could just be titles, maybe Yoongi didn’t even name them. But you know Yoongi would never send a track out unnamed and he names everything with purpose. Everything he creates has meaning. And there’s only one thing those three together could mean. 

As the realization hits you, you gasp, hand covering your mouth and tears welling up in your eyes. This is his way of confessing because you’ve been avoiding him. He knows how you always stay behind to watch the credits. 

A chuckle sounds behind you and you startle, turning to see Yoongi still sitting in his seat down the row from you. “I’m glad I chose this way so that no one sees you cry at the end of a zombie movie. They might get the wrong idea,” he teases. 

“Yoongi…” you breathe. 

He nods towards the screen. “Good idea, huh? Can’t say many people get confessed to through movie credits during the soundtrack part.”

He pushes himself to his feet, moving closer to where you remain frozen, mind still not fully caught up. He looks nervous when he stops in front of you and you haven’t said anything yet. 

“I hope I didn’t read everything wrong?” He looks scared.

That snaps you out of your inaction, reaching forward to grab his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss. “Fuck, I love you, Yoongi.”

He grins into the kiss, arms wrapping around you. “I love you too,” he murmurs. 

Zombie movies might be your new favorite genre.

[batfamilysays]

NUMBER NEIGHBOR

in which damian wayne meets his number neighbor

old draft of oc x damian

wc: 3468

GOTHAM CITY

TINSLEY'S APARTMENT 

06:32 PM

Friday comes too quickly and Damian is nowhere near ready.

His lips are still busted open from the preceding evening’s scouting and his hairs grown out far too long, hanging in tufts right below his brow and curling the daintiest bit in a mess of matte black. Small dark rings kiss his tanned skin and tug at the lids of his jade eyes, dulling the color every so slightly to a muted green.

Nothing is right.

Every article of clothing in his wardrobe suddenly seems inadequate for meeting the girl he has been anxiously anticipating ever since he sent the text. He’d probably still be trying to decide on what garment to wear had it not been for Jason chucking a pair of jeans at him and telling him to leave.

Damian isn't dense, he recognizes he's quite aloof at first, he knows his demeanor is unsettling, so as he stood in front of her apartment complex, arm raising to knock, his mind begins to wander.

Was this worth it?

Was the prospect of her getting hurt enough to make Damian turn around, could that ever-growing cavity in his stomach be filled by someone else’s presence? Someone, he doesn’t care about half as much as Tinsley? Someone who didn’t fill it with maddening butterflies and a troublesome warmth. Or could perhaps Damian be allowed this? Allowed this small wedge of pleasure in a world that seemed to grant him nothing but iniquity and desolation?

Fortunately for everyone involved, he didn’t have time to decide for himself as the door swung open and a pair of arms encased his torso with enough force he stumbled back against the hallway’s stained walls and knocked his head against the plaster with a disquieting thud!

An instinct burned into him since childhood shouts, screams at him to push whomever this was away, and retaliate with tenfold that amount of brutality. Yet somehow he can’t quite hear outcries, they seem muffled against the vanilla and honey redolence that embraces him, filling that basin in his stomach to the brink with warm marmalade and crystalized sugar.

“Damian!” such a faint voice whispers, so soft the Wayne almost doesn’t catch it over his shooting heart at the close proximity with the girl he was only just now identifying as Tinsley Nolans, his number neighbor, ‘“Oh my god this is such a surreal experience.”

Hesitantly Damian returns the embrace, his hands engulf the shorter woman in his arms and the scent of her fragaria shampoo and conditioner saturating his senses in a wonderful mellow mix. Her hair blinds him and Tinsley couldn’t help but notice how delicately he was touching her, it was as though she was glass and he was a man destined to shatter it.

It was as though the lion had fallen in love with the lamb.

“You smell really good.” Damian says through a sigh, only belatedly realizing just how awkward that was after the words leave his throat, “Oh my god that sounds so creepy I didn’t mean it-”

“You smell really good too,” It wasn’t what Tinsley had planned to say but if it would make Damian less uncomfortable she was okay with scraping her original sappy speech - besides he really does smell good, “Like mint and smog.”

He knows the smokey fragrance is from the gas bomb he had used the night prior on a few of the riddler’s henchmen, but Damian lets that thought drift peacefully from his head as her hands began playing with the fabric of his shirt, her lips moving in small puffs as she says, “It’s really crazy to see you, it’s like I’m meeting my best friend for the first time.”

The reply he goes with is cheesy, but he can’t find it in himself to care, “I am seeing my best friend for the first time.”

Drawing away with a grin Damian allows himself this one self-indulgent act, allows himself to drink in the slightly shorter girl in front of him, her sandals adding at least an inch in height with their white chunky heels and strappy bases. Tinsley’s hair was laying in long strands across her shoulders, each perfectly curling at the end and crooking up at the base of her neck. A flannel was thrown indolently around her shoulders to add a bit of warmth to the grey cropped shirt and ripped black jeans and Damian couldn’t help but inhale at the peaks of bronzed skin that appeared with every movement she made.

Shaking his head Damian attempts to refocus on her smirking face, a smug look gliding across her eyes like koi fish swimming their deft routine. With the quick realization, he hasn’t said anything for a good two minutes, Damian quickly spouts out, “You look um-nice Ley,”

“You don’t look too bad yourself edgelord,” She adds a playful wink and loops their arms together with comfortable ease, almost as though she knows that’s how they’re meant to be, connected, “C’mon let’s go I’m dying for taco bell,”

Damian, without reluctance, permits his body to decompress, the tension and nerves seeping out with every warm glance she offered and the soft touch of her skin against his flesh, “I don’t know how you can stomach that garbage,”

“Tsk. Such a rich boy thing to say,” Stopping briefly to pop her head inside the flat Tinsley yells, “See you tonight!” To her mother - who roars a warning to Damian - and resumes dragging the much larger man down the corridor with her.

“I’d be careful with what you say, I’m the one with a license after all,” Damian simpers and extracts the keys from his pocket, wagging them in front of Tinsley face teasingly, satisfied with himself as she lets out a childish huff and pouts in a fashion he finds sinfully adorable.

“I regret telling you that wholeheartedly, besides I’ve got my redo in two weeks soo I’ll be the one driving you places, “ Tinsley snatches the keys from his arm and dashes down the hall, only turning back around for a second to stick out her tongue and wink, emitting a boisterous, “Race ya!”

With a playful roll of his eyes, Damian pursues her, knowing full well he can catch up to her with ease if he so chooses to.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he watches from behind as Tinsley twirls and titters as if a ballerina executing a routine only she knows of. Damian wasn’t religious by any means, but this - this was something eternal, something sacred. That carefree expression etched into her face as she reaches the end of the hall, those teasing insults she spews at him while walking to the elevator, the warmth of her skin against his own as she places the keys in his hands and climbs into the passenger side of the car.

It prompted a feeling to froth in Damian’s chest, a feeling he never wanted to be rid of, a feeling that made the pit in his stomach seem not so deafening after all.

GOTHAM CITY WAYNE MANOR 07:02 PM

Driving back to the manor was an experience - to say the least, and Damian found himself learning a few different things. 

Firstly, She was a wretched singer, throughout the complete car ride her bellows of off-key glee songs left Damian to regret not insisting control of the aux. 

Secondly, She really was awful on the road, she screamed every time the car went over train tracks and went on and on about being crushed by two trucks and becoming a truck sandwich if Damian ever got too close to other cars.

Lastly, Damian is absolutely smitten with her.

The sky had turned frigid in the half an hour it took to arrive at the manor, it lays across them like a white blanket of frost and punctuates each of their breaths with puffs of grey- something Tinsley took benefit of when doing her red hood impression with the mock smoke of a cigarette. 

Damian walks up to the house, his hand interlocked with Tinsley’s for what he would never admit to being for anything other than warmth. 

The manor really is quite fantastical, with noble pedestals of brown and beige driving up to the roof, complex patterns incised into the granite walls and alabaster steps, each window a darkened hue that makes them seem all the more ambiguous than Tinsley already thought them to be. 

A key is fitted into the cold doorknob and Tinsley smiles as Damian yanks her inside, a small yelp leaving her lips as he does so with a probably unnecessary amount of force. Though, in his defense, he didn’t want to waste any time that could be spent inside with her instead of in the freezing night.

“I cannot believe you live here…” Tinsley allows herself to drink in the magnificent interior design, her heart swelling when she directs her gaze back at Damian, whose own eyes have been locked on her the whole time, the same expression coating his eyes when looking at her that she had looking at the structure, “I can’t believe you’re here.”

Damian swears his heart skips a beat, and so he rather than confront the emotions and pressure fabricating in his gut he releases her hand and walks over to the couch, his back turned to the dejected expression Tinsley holds.

“Soooooo,” Tinsley trails off and plops onto the almost comically large couch, the pearly white cushion sinking under her weight and fluffing out around her head, “I’m still a firm believe we should order Taco bell and watch Twilight.”

Setting next to her Damian kicks off his converse, facing her with one eyebrow raised, “Ah yes cause I’m a well-known vampire fanatic.”

Tinsley sits up and punches his shoulder without any malice, her fist barely being felt through Damian’s thick jacket, “Ya know what buckeroo it’s good! Yeah, the acting is less than subpar but the story arc is great!”

With a swift flick of his wrists, he grabs her hands in his own, “Doesn’t an 18-year-old end up with a literal fetus?” 

Though Damian may not have been the biggest movie watcher he had read his fair share of cheesy romance novels - for research purposes of course - and twilight was most certainly included in that list.

“That’s not canon!” She argues, twisting so she was on top of him, arms still pinned to his.

“Didn’t the author write it?” Damian easily flips them a second time, the urge to be tender overwhelming despite the usual harshness in his fighting. But this wasn’t a fight - not really - and he needed to get used to that. Because with Tinsley it never would be a fight. 

Scrunching her eyebrows together in thought Tinsley groans, pouting out her bottom lip as her list of arguments ran out, so instead a simple “Shuddup!” would have to suffice. 

It was only then did Damian realize the position they were in. Tinsley pinned under him, her brown hair a makeshift halo under the fluorescent yellow lights and casting a yellow glow to her face, which almost seems to radiate pure rapture as she beams at him, such heat and affection it makes Damian want to cry. 

He’s a murder. And murders don’t deserve this. No matter how much he wants too. 

Getting up Damian turns his attention back to the screen, face heating up as he flicks the screen on, “So what do you want to watch?

GOTHAM CITY

CITY ROOFTOPS

12:57

Wind ruffles through his matte black hair and the cold brings his jade eyes to tears, the stinging of wetness against his eyelids burning like chlorine and sunscreen on a blistering summer’s day. Everything seems to anger him nowadays, the way the sun sets far too late on the horizon, how it barely caresses the moon and instead engulfs it, not a bit of fragility in the proficient routine they continuously dance. Even his telephone appears to be in opposition with him, invariably buzzing to life with sweet texts from the one person he refuses to be in contact with but so desperately desires to. 

Perhaps he was a bad person, Damian, had mulled over this thought all of last night, the words replaying in his head until they didn’t taste correct on his tongue or sound right for his ears. They reappear at the forefront now, when he is dawned in his vigilante attire and perched on Tinsley’s rooftop with the claim to be patrolling for crime when everyone knows that was most certainly not the reason for him being there. 

Seven Days. For seven days Damian has ignored every one of Tinsley’s persistent calls and texts, the fear of falling too deep for a girl who could most certainly do better than him devouring every bit of his soul. Eventually, the calls had trickled out and the texts became sparse until she finally cut him off altogether. He wanted to blame Tinsley at first, wanted so badly to make their devastating separation her fault when in actuality it was all Damian.

He had been the one terrified of getting hurt. He was the one who was scared she’d leave him. He was the one who knew she could do better. He was the one everyone abandoned. He was the one no one wanted. He was the one who had fallen in love with a girl on the internet. 

Everyone had tried to help in their own ways, Bruce had tried for days to figure out what was wrong, even threatening to take him off duty if he didn’t tell him. Dick had taken him out for ice cream in the hopes of cheering him up. Jason took Damian to shoot things, Duke spared with him to let him relieve stress, Stephanie had bought him cat toys for Alfred, Barbra had gotten him a fresh set of katanas, and Tim had sat down and just talked with him. In a way Damian couldn’t explain, this warmed his heart and filled the bits and crevices of the basin in this stomach (Especially Tim who - in a weird way -  Damian was closest to)

None of the attempted persuasions worked though and eventually, Damian stopped checking the messages and the hole in his chest expanded tenfold, so large and opaque he was fearful it would swallow him whole if he didn’t find something to fill it, this would likely prove to be challenging seeing as though only two people had ever been able to completely fill the irksome hole.

His mother was the first and most prominent, but after using him for years she threw him out, discarding the son to his father after training him to kill and feel nothing but a wave of numbness. After training him to be a monster. His father hadn’t wanted him at first, he was the product of manipulation and abuse, why would anyone want that? But Bruce had to take him, despite his original wishes, and even if Dick assured Damian that Bruce did love him the youngest Wayne couldn’t find it in himself to believe that.

Tinsley Elowen Nolans was the second. But now that she was gone Damian felt as though the hole had grown in size, the only parts in him unconsumed by the darkness where the spots reserved for his family. He knew that if he had simply allowed himself to open up to Tim, Dick, Jason, even Duke that they could possibly fill the cavity. But he didn’t want their warmth. He wanted hers.

Except he couldn’t have hers. 

He watches silently as Tinsley walks up to the building, fiddling with her yellow keychain to find the correct one to unlock the apartment complex doors. This was the usual routine she took, what wasn’t usual was what she does next. Damian quirks a brow under his mask as she takes out her phone and types a quick message, only understanding when his phone beeps with a message

TINSLEY

i miss you.

He shouldn’t have checked his phone, not when Tinsley was collapsing to the ground with quiet sobs escaping her lips. Her hair had been thrown into a lopsided ponytail and her mascara was starting to smear down her face with every trail of snot and whimper of inner torment. Damian wanted nothing more than to forget their fight, forget his stupidity, and jump down and make her forgive him, make her stop hurting, make her stop caring about him.

It was exceedingly critical for him to help her, comfort her. However, just as he goes to support her something pulls him back, maybe his insecurities, maybe the knowledge he was still in his uniform. Or maybe a sympathetic group of orphans who look at him with too much pity. 

With a scowl Damian shakes Dick’s grip off his shoulder, turning towards them with harsh eyes, blinking away the small tears that had managed to form in his irises. A disgruntled cough leaves his throat and he adjusts the black fabric of his mask to cover his bleary eyes, “Tsk. What is it? Don’t you all have neighborhoods to patrol?” 

“Bruce - I mean Batman,” Stephanie corrects after a glare from Cassandra, “Told us you refused to patrol any town but this one and

it seemed suspicious so Tim and I looked into it and that building,” She juts out a thumb to the sobbing girl and blue apartment complex, “Is not-so-coincidentally the same place Tinsley lives.”

Huffing Damian crosses his arms, “You’re right, it is a coincidence. Now shouldn’t you be swapping spit with that ugly bastard,” despite the words he isn’t trying to be malicious - he was just genuinely upset with the situation he has found himself in and is lashing out in the only way he knows how. (Okay and maybe he said it a bit to be mean)

“Robin we just want to help,” Barbra tries, dawned in her Batgirl suit, “With everything that’s gone down we don’t think it’s healthy for you to be ‘patrolling’ here. You’ll never be able to move on from Tinsley if you’re constantly seeing her.”

“Oh please he isn’t trying to move on, he’s trying to get her back.” Jason cuts in, rolling his eyes and clicking a finger against his red helmet, “Which is the right thing to do considering she made him less … well ... him”

“Red hood don’t be mean,” Dick scolds, a pitiful smile on his lips as he turns to Damian and engulfs him in a forced hug, “Whatever you need we’re here for you little D.”

“I need you all to leave me alone!”

Tim steps forward and pries Dick off of Damian, mumbling a barely audible, “He doesn’t want a hug, you’re making him uncomfortable” before turning his attention back to Damian, “Okay well anything except that.” 

“Robin, what happened between you two anyway?” Cassandra finally asks, easing the question on everyone's mind with a few words, “You seemed so ... I don't know … happy? Though I have to admit I’m slightly relieved you aren’t gushing over your phone during training sessions anymore.”

“Black Bat, you straight up skip training sessions what the fuck are you on about?” Duke’s eyes go wide as Cassandra throws a knife at him, his hand shooting up and catching it with ease, “Okay damn girl.”

Cassandra snatches her knife back and throws a glare at the yellow-suited man, “Watch it Signal.” 

“Can we please get back to Robin and his saga of love?”

Damian can’t help it, the tears push heavily against his eyes and finally break free from the trap of his green irises, small uneven blobs of wetness trailing down his face and plopping onto the ground with a deafening noise. It wasn’t that loud, but Damian's fuzzy head and fast-beating heart augment the noise tenfold.

Everyone goes silent, possibly from a shortage of anything to say, or perhaps from seeing such a austere boy collapse down into pitful bewailings in front of them. His legs buckle and the dark haired man fallsl to his knees, arm covering his face in pure agony as every text he ever sent replays in his mind, a broken record forcing him to relive what he’s done.

So much pain he doesn’t notice the same rag tag group of orphans engulfing him in a hug

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(requested by mathmaticalknight; continuing from this)

“...Before I say some’in I regret, lemme tell ya, babe, I know where ya comin’ from.” Aak was looking over the procedures his girlfriend had worked up. He had some concerns.

“Well, this is a new reaction.” Warfarin was leaning over his shoulder as he read her plan. She had no concerns whatsoever. “It almost sounds like you’re doubting my brilliance.”

He shook his head. “Don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth while I’m still usin’ the ones already there. You know I think you’re the smartest, prettiest, most progressive woman to ever take a step on the planet...But as much as I love our lil’ crimes against nature, I don’t think we can try this one.” 

“This is where you draw the line? We helped Siege and Indra have a child together - in fact, you were the one who asked for my help with that particular foray into pediatric science - and this feels out of line to you?” The Sarkaz’s breath was hot on his neck.

“Yeah,” the Feline replied matter-of-factly. “We can’t do this.”

She stood up to her full height, folding her arms in front of her. “And why not?”

“We’d kill her if we got this wrong.”

“Temporarily, perhaps,” the Sarkaz admitted, “but that’s the point of the project-”

He shook his head. “Not her, not as our first test subject. Making the Doctor immortal would be hella cool and make keepin’ her alive hella simple, but if we kill her and can’t bring her back, it’s a fuckin’ waste.”

“Hmm. So we don’t start with her,” Warfarin countered.

“I don’t think we start at all,” Aak parried. “Our methods of testing this to the precision point we’d need to are a) pick a lamb to slaughter, which HR will kill us for; b) give a slug immortality, which Vanilla would love but, again, HR and probably the rest of Medical would kill us; or c) give it to one of us, which-”

She saw an opening. “Which doesn’t matter for me because I’m already practically immortal-”

“-but it could still kill you, and that’d just about kill me before I gave the shit a try, so let’s not.”

“Hmm...I’d rather not die, true, and if I’m at risk then so are you.” The Sarkaz sighed. “So you really don’t want to try this?”

The Feline shook his head. “Not like this. If we find a safer way, maybe, but ya got too many steps to get there, and I don’t think the Skadi part will actually work.”

“It would if we could tranq Kal’tsit, I bet it might.” She wasn’t going to admit defeat that easily.

“Heh, maybe you’re right.” He got up from his chair to hug her, arms around her waist as he waited for her to uncross hers. “Since I’m done bein’ a spoilsport for the day, how-za-bout we come up with somethin’ else?”

Warfarin looked him up and down. “There is one other experiment I’ve been wanting to try...though I’m not sure it’s any less dangerous.”

“Try me; ya know I’m good for it.” The sparkle in his eye as he said it said as much.

“I’ve been alive over a thousand years, and in that time, I’ve done a lot.” The Sarkaz smacked her lips once, twice, collecting the right words. “There’s one thing I haven’t tried yet, though, and you’re the only person I’d dare try this with.”

Aak blinked. “Hey, babe, where’s this-”

“The real reason I want to try to figure out this immortality thing is so I don’t have to worry about losing you. But, since that won’t work, then ‘until death do us part’ will have to do.”

“...Ya really want that? And from me of all people?” The Feline wiped a tear from his eye. “Shit, man...Yeah, let’s do it. I’ll be your partner-in-science for life.”

She smiled. “Excellent. Now that I have you where I want you, the experiment.”

“There’s more to this?”

“It’s a rather long-term project,” Warfarin explained. “Initial stage could take us anywhere from a night to a few weeks, followed by a multiple-month incubation period and a prolonged testing phase.”

Another prolonged stare. “Ya know, I have to agree on the danger part, because I am terrible with anyone shorter than Amiya, but for you? Sure. What’s a good experiment without a little risk?”

“Then I suggest we start immediately.” The Sarkaz smacked the light switch behind her before going in for the kill.

At least they both had night vision?