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idlerin · 11 months ago

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love sick — profiles: inarizaki dogs

masterlist — ppl who think love sucks + [name] — episode one

suna’s life is basically just volleyball and his phone and his studies and did i mention volleyball? he’s a part of the college volleyball team along with atsumu and kiyoomi. suna already had a bunch of people vying for him since high school but he was never really interested in anyone at all, which makes atsumu teasing him because of all the people throwing themselves at him now in college even more unbearable.

to the outside world (meaning: people who are not close to suna) knows him to be intimidating and sarcastic, but that doesn’t scare away any of his admirers nope (unfortunately for him, that is exactly a lot of people’s type).

suna is currently a second year in tokyo university and lives outside of campus with osamu, his best friend. suna thinks living with osamu was one of the best decisions he’s ever made because of how good of a cook osamu is, it’s like he gets a personal chef… but osamu would smack him if he called him that and would probably never cook for suna again. suna likes his food thank you very much.

atsumu and sakusa are roommates living in the dorms. how this happened… oh well! sakusa ran out of options and atsumu was right there sigh (they actually live together just fine, until atsumu tries to rope him in one of the thirst trap videos he liked making).

the gc was created when they were first years in inarizaki by atsumu. really, it was just atsumu, osamu, and suna until atsumu added sakusa in their second year where he proclaimed sakusa was one of his new best friends (the gc name was never changed, no one really cares enough to change it anyways).

suna and sakusa actually get along really well because the twins could be too much sometimes, literally double the trouble. osamu is quiet but he’s just as sneaky as atsumu and together they’re a devilish pair (poor mama miya). suna and sakusa actually enjoy getting matcha before training on the days where their schedules match, it resulted into some really interesting conversations! like how everything has tiny living organisms surviving on it…

there have been plenty of times where suna found love letters in his bag or few times his way has been blocked by someone who was really really obviously dropping hints that they wanted to go out with hum. first it was love letters, then it was homemade sweets, then other gifts… it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate it, but man he just wants to be left alone!

that’s when he finds out that they were getting the courage to do all of this because of someone called [name] who in their words was “practically cupid”, suna got curious and tried to find who that person was. he found out that she was some love guru in the university, that’s what the people say. he soon figures out that this [name] who was practically cupid was the same [name] that atsumu kept blabbering about. suna only saw her in passing and they never really became acquainted with each other, but he knew of her existence.

the only ever real interaction they had with each other was when a girl was publicly professing her love for him and he ignored her and he got frustrated when she kept throwing herself at him so suna pushed her away. the girl fell and the only person who had the guts to help the girl was [name], who was watching the whole thing play out.

okay so they were technically on bad terms.

and it was probably a bad idea to use [name] as an excuse for his admirers to leave him alone, but she does owe him for indirectly tormenting him for months. also if [name] was some sort of cupid that brought hearts together, she should know how to make people go away too, right?

love sick ! a suna rintarou social media au

synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people for look to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).

a/n — all of my body is aching! i blame my period! and i still have something due at 11:59 send help

taglist is OPEN ! + @yas-mjm @agirlwholovesalot @yenqa @fairywriter-oracle @noideawhothatis @renardiererin @cheezitwh0re @zephestia @nicerthanu @wolffmaiden @2baddies-1porsche @bluegrey02 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @lylovw @fo-love @cloudsvna @apinu @coyloves @rockleeisbaeeee @geombyu @girlkissersco @reveusecherie @megumiif @erenjvegerrr @thechaosoflonging @rintarousgirl @ris-krispie @kamikokii @complexivelovely @hearts4faey @yuzurins @eleanorheartschishiya @hearts4itoshi @justsomeonewhoyoudontknow @rijhi @sleepystrwbrryy @snail-squasher @seiamor @wave2love @le000xxgrd @iuspired @theidontknowmehn @linmabbe @rntrsuna @skomiomi @tenaciouswritersheep @i-am-l0ved @kenmacantakemeaway @tojirin @hissy-fit18 @applejuic33 @zennryu

to those i can not tag, kindly change your mentions settings thank you!

note: this is not the whole taglist, it’s been a year since i posted the masterlist to love sick and there may be people who don’t want to be in it anymore so i’ve only tagged those who confirmed they still want to be in the taglist through this post by liking or commenting as i don’t want to bother people! hehe

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year ago

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The New Bartender

Mayans MC Masterlist

Contains: Smut, MFM threesome, fluff, friendly rivalries. No beta read, probably full of mistakes I can't see.

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Out of desperation, Bishop hires a real bartender.

Thank you to @burningtacozombie for the gif.

You looked over the ad, "The pay's alright but I don't think I'm going to gel well here, the poster I picked up didn't exactly say I would be working at a biker clubhouse."

Bishop swallowed and shot a look at Hank; you were the most qualified person they had spoken to all week, and the drinks you had whipped up were to die for, "We realise not putting the location on the ad wasn't the best idea but we're desperate. We can't keep people long and well, we're bikers, we like to drink."

You nodded, "Yep and I've been there and done that, I'm not interested in spending my night being disrespected. At least in a bar, I can get the fucker kicked out."

Hank held up his hands, "If you wanna toss someone, you can. The girls that are left could really use a hand. I promise we're nicer than we look."

You sighed, "Fine, a two week trial, you do sound desperate. But I ain't putting up with any shit and don't think I'm not going to take someone's keys from them."

Bishop smiled and stuck out his hand, "Done, you're hired."

You shook it and sighed before shaking Hank's hand too, "I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting two weeks."

That was two months ago, and aside from a few growing pains and walking out with all the other women in the middle of a party after a particularly rude Mayan took it one step too far, things had been amazing.

"I'll get an old fashioned please." You mixed the drink in a flash and slid it across the bar to Bishop, "Thanks."

You smiled, "Don't mention it. I know I've asked you this before but have you considered broadening your horizons? Maybe try something a little different."

Bishop sighed, "What do you recommend?"

You ran a finger over the liquor bottles, "You ever had a dark and stormy?"

He shrugged, "Probably."

"Ok then, when that's drained, you can give it another go." Bishop walked away with his drink and Guero and Bottles filled the space.

Guero gave you his trademark smirk and you handed him a beer, "What do you want? I know that look."

He chuckled, "Who do you like more, me or Mr Magoo?"

The question seemed to roll off Bottles' back, "I'm not going to answer that."

Bottles smiled, "Nah, we want to know."

You shook your head, "No, and if you keep this up, I'm cutting you both off."

Guero looked you up and down, "That's what we like about you y/n, this take no prisoners attitude is very hot."

You huffed, "You've both made your attraction pretty clear and it's not happening, I'm not going to be your tool to show up the prospect."

"Maybe we're just going to ask you to have a drink with us." Bottles hadn't yet developed the charm that some of the patched members had and if it wasn't so cute, you might have felt sorry for him.

"Come on y/n, I wouldn't be showing him up, we'd be helping the poor boy. You see how shy he is." You rolled your eyes but Guero continued, "All this flirting we've been doing has to go somewhere, just say yes and we'll show you a good time."

There was no denying they were attractive, and if the rumours you heard around the clubhouse were true, they knew what they were doing, "I'm not going to have sex with Bottles because you wanna torment him about it, that's really gross dude."

Bottles smiled, "That's not what it is, he's got a big mouth and I want to prove him wrong."

You blinked, you had no idea where his sudden confidence came from, "What fucking cave did you two crawl out of?"

Guero raised a hand in placation, "It ain't like that, we like you and we want to show you a good time, if you'll let us."

You sighed, "Fine, but no fucking bullshit and this doesn't mean I'm getting passed around." You held up a finger as the smirk grew on Guero's face, "Any fuckin bullshit and I'm putting you both out on your asses, understand?" They both nodded aggressively, "Good, I'll see you at my place tomorrow at six and bring food."

****

You rubbed your face as they fought over the last spring roll, "I swear to shit, cut it in half or I'll eat it." They stopped like little boys caught in the middle of roughhousing and did as you asked, "Thank you."

Bottles shifted in his seat and pushed up his glasses, "Thank you for agreeing to this."

You smiled, "You're both very handsome and I'm hoping to have fun too, it's not a big ask."

The corner of Guero's lip ticked up, "Oh, you're going to have more than fun."

You rolled your eyes, "If you keep bragging, I'm going to think you're overcompensating for something."

"Oh trust me, I'm compensating just the right amount." Sometimes his smug tone made you want to punch him.

Bottles shook his head, "You don't need to worry about that with me, I'm secure."

"You know, it might serve you to be this confident all the time, I like this side of you." He positively beamed at your praise. Guero kicked him under the table and you slapped his chest, "None of that, be nice to him."

Bottles smiled, "Yeah, be nice to me."

Guero's jaw ticked, "You are so in for it Prospect."

You shook your head and stood up, "I'm going to fix up the bedroom, I expect my kitchen to be clean by the time I invite you into my bed." Guero would have taken the chance to make Bottles do it had you not stopped him, "Both of you. You don't want me thinking you're lazy would you?"

Guero shook his head, "I love cleaning."

"Sure you do, you got ten minutes." With that, you headed to the bedroom and left them to rile each other up for the upcoming fun.

At eight minutes, you walked out of the bedroom and back into the kitchen, looking around before smiling, "Great job, shall we?"

Guero slapped Bottles on the back and grinned, "We shall."

You followed them into the bedroom and Guero flopped himself on the chair by the bed while Bottles stood in the middle of the room, "You're not taking part?"

Guero's tongue darted out and licked his lower lip, "I'm alright with watching, I'll step in when he can't do the job right."

You ignored him and stepped closer to Bottles, taking his glasses off his face and handing them to Guero without looking at him. "Are you sure you're alright with this? I don't want you to do anything you're not one hundred percent into."

He laid hands on your cheeks and smiled, "I'm really alright with this, trust me." He leaned in closer and bumped your nose with his, "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, "Yes, I would like that." His lips were gentle when he pressed them to yours, holding a quiet confidence that made your skin burst out into gooseflesh.

One hand left your face and made its way down your body to unbutton your top before sliding it off your shoulders, "Holy shit."

You could feel Guero eyes on your body as he took in your bare skin, and you broke the kiss, "It's just my back dude."

He chuckled, "Yeah, but I can tell you got a hot bra on, and the Prospect's too busy kissing you to appreciate it."

Sure enough, when you turned back, Bottle's eyes were stuck on your lace covered breast, "It is a nice bra."

You nodded, "Yeah, you wanna take it off me?"

Bottle's hands rushed to remove it as his lips found yours again, "Wow Prospect, I thought you were a virgin but the way that bra came off makes me think we might be alright yet."

You broke the kiss again and shot a look at Guero, "You did crawl out of a cave, virginity isn't real."

Guero chuckled, "Sorry, continue."

Bottles' lips moved to your neck when you turned back this time, that same quiet confidence coming through as his hand moved to your breast to play with your nipple. His hand went to your ribcage and pulled you close as the other moved down to the zipper of your jeans, "Can I?"

You nodded, "Yes please." The zipper came open and a warm hand slid inside before settling over your covered core to cup you through your panties.

"You gonna take her jeans off Prospect? It ain't fair that you're keeping her all of yourself." Again, there was something in Guero's tone that made you want to punch him, he was clearly enjoying the power.

Bottles pushed your panties aside and his fingers grazed your bare flesh, "How about you come over here and do it yourself, I'm busy."

Guero hopped up with a skip in his step and took two long strides over to the middle of the room. His hand were warm as he ran his knuckles up and down your sides, getting lower and lower with each pass before finally going low enough to pull your jeans down your legs, "Did you dress up for us?"

Bottles' calloused fingers finally making direct contact with your clit made it hard to reply, "I think she did, but unlike you, I'm grateful for it."

Guero went to reply, but you mustered your own, "I did it for me, I like nice lingerie. As far as you know, I could have been wearing something like this four nights a week."

Bottles swallowed and flicked his eyes to Guero who smirked, "Our bad, apologise Prospect."

Bottles didn't respond, and your panties went next while he gathered wetness from your entrance before sliding two of his thick fingers inside you. Guero stepped back, flopped on the bed, and pet the spot beside him, "You two wanna join me?"

You whimpered as Bottles pulled his fingers out and stepped backwards towards the bed, sitting on the edge as Bottles stepped between your legs, "You're both overdressed."

You reached out, pulled Bottles' belt free and yanked his jeans down while he removed his shirt and then a bare chest was being pressed against your back and Guero's lips grazing your neck, "Hey, fuck off, it's my turn."

Guero sat back, propped up on the headboard and smirked, "Sorry man, you were just taking forever."

You shook your head in disbelief, "Do I get a say in any of this you fucking troglodytes?"

Bottles suddenly looked very smug, "What do you want?"

You heard Guero's jeans coming off as they waited for your answer, "I want you to fuck me."

Bottles grinned and leaned over, forcing you to lie back, "I can do that."

You made your way up the bed and settled on the pillows and Guero bent over to take you into a kiss. His hand found your cheek and he pulled back while his thumb stroked your skin, "You want me to fuck you too or are you going to make me sit here and watch?"

Eyes got wide as you watched Guero's hand slide down his body to take his dick out, "Holy shit."

Guero chuckled, "That's not an answer."

You blinked, "That thing is fucking huge, what the fuck do you want me to do with it?"

Guero shrugged, "Whatever you want, I'm not fussed."

Bottles tapped your hip gently and drew your attention back to him, "Well you can decide later because I want to make you feel good, can I do that?"

You nodded, "Yes please."

Guero stroked his dick lazily, "So polite, who knew you had such great manners. Did you know about that Prospect?"

Bottles was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive, "She's always sweet to me, it's not my fault you're an asshole."

"Can someone please do something before I have an aneurism?" No reply came from either of them as Bottles made his way all the way up the bed and hovered over you. His lips touched yours, the kissed deeper this time as his free hand rubbed your outer thigh and you placed one hand on his side and the other reached out to grab Guero's cock.

Bottles grabbed your wrist and shook his head, "Don't."

"But I want to." Your tone was far more desperate than you intended

Guero looked for you to Bottles and chuckled, "Yeah Prospect, she wants to. Are you going to deny such a beautiful woman?"

You could see the wheels turning to Bottles head before he let your hand go, "Alright, only because you've been so good."

Guero wrapped his hand over yours and placed it over his dick, moving in a barely there stroke, "Like that yeah?"

You nodded, "Ok." He smiled and leaned back, enjoying the sensation as he watched Bottles' lips return to your skin.

You slid your hand from Bottles' side and removed his boxers and his hard cock sprung free, "Well look at that, the Prospect's packing too. Who knew?"

Bottles chuckled, "Yeah, and unlike you, I know how to use it."

You huffed, "Can someone please fucking do something instead of just bickering, I could have gotten myself off five times by now."

Bottles smiled and nibbled your neck as he made his way to your breast, and Guero's hand wrapped over yours again as he tightened your grip slightly before pulling away once more. Bottles lips wrapped around your nipple as his hand came up to play with the other but Guero slapped it away, "You don't get to have all the fun, I've barely touched her."

Bottles took the chance to take to the hand that was on your breast and place it back between your legs, and you took in a breath as he went right back to where he was before, with his fingers sliding inside you.

Guero's finger moved in broad, teasing circles, his fingertips bearly touching your breasts as he moved closer to your nipple. Bottles, however, was kissing your flesh like it contained the answer to the universe. Before you could relax into the feeling, Bottles was pulling away and kissing down your body to your core.

Guero picked up the slack, his hands becoming more insistent as he had more room to work, and Bottles' fingertips crooked upwards to brush your G-spot as he used his other hand to lift your legs over his shoulders. He lifted his head and made eye contact with you before giving you a soft smile, "Can I?"

You nodded and wove your hand into his hair, "Please." His lips sealed around your clit and Guero shuffled down so he was lying next to you before taking your face in his hands and pulling you into a kiss. Guero swallowed your moans as Bottles worked you closer to the edge, all the teasing and stopping finally catching up with you as the orgasm rushed towards you like an oncoming train.

You bit down on Guero's pillowy lower lip and he let out a feral grunt as your hand tightened around his cock. You pushed Bottles head closer and ground yourself on his face as your clenched around his fingers and Guero broke the kiss to watch as pleasure overtook your body, "Fuck, that's so fucking hot."

Bottles pulled back and wiped his face with his palm and kissed back up your body, taking your chin in between his fingers and pulling your head away from Guero and towards him as he took you into a kiss. Guero's breath caught in his throat, but before you could act on it, Bottles grabbed both your wrists and pressed them into the pillow by your head, "Keep them there."

Guero was taken aback but recovered quickly, "I was going to complain but this might be better than the handjob."

Bottles removed his hands from your wrists and slid them down your body and bent your knees so he could slot himself in the space between them, "Condoms?"

"Top drawer." Guero twisted himself around and reached over, rifling through the drawer with a smile before pausing to look at something.

A smirk grew on his face as he pulled out a bullet vibe, "What's this?"

He and Bottles shared a look but you shook your head, "Next time."

"Alright, next time it is." Guero shot Bottles a pointed look and when he stayed quiet, the box of condoms was lobbed at his head, "You got something stuck in your throat? She's saying there's going to be a next time."

Bottles' brain caught up with his dick because he was grinning, "Hell yeah, I can't wait."

He picked the condoms up from where they had landed and pulled one out of the packet before opening it and sliding it over his cock. His hands ran up and down your legs as you threw them over his waist and he rubbed his cock up and down your slit and looked into your eyes in a request for permission, "Please."

He slid inside you slowly, biting back his moan as he bottomed out. Guero rested his hand on your cheek and turned your head towards him for another kiss as his hand returned to his dick. Bottles rocked his hips slowly, working up to a steady pace as he held himself above you on his elbows.

You pulled your hands off the pillow and wrapped them around his body, Bottles making no move to stop you as his hips picked up speed. Beside you, Guero tutted and slapped Bottles' shoulder before pushing him slightly, "Have you forgotten something man?"

Bottles hips barely slowed as he shook his head and Guero rearranged himself so he could slide his hand between your bodies to rub your clit, "The fucking basics man."

It took a few thrusts for them to get the rhythm but before long, the sensations overwhelmed you, "I didn't fucking forget man."

Guero smirked, "Ah I see, if you can't handle it I can take over."

"No, please don't stop." That only spurred Bottles on as he picked up speed, and then he was the one batting Guero's hand away as he took over. There was more light shoving as Guero pressed his lips to yours, and Bottles kissed your neck, giving you no time to warn with as the second orgasm swept over you.

Bottles' pace faltered, and they swapped places as he climbed his own high. Through the haze of pleasure, you were vaguely aware that Guero was nibbling bruises into your neck, but before you could protest, Bottles' breath shuddered, and he pulsed inside you.

Your hips twitched as Bottles pulled out and rolled off you with a chuckle, "Sorry."

Guero huffed, "He's not sorry, look at him." He rolled you over onto your side facing him and took your head in his hands, "Don't worry y/n, I'll be nicer to you."

Bottles settled behind you with his chest pressed against your back and ran his hands up and down your body while he pressed his lips to your upper back, "Do you believe him?"

Guero was brushing your sweat stuck hair from your face with a gentle smile, "I do."

There was a rush to find the condoms and Guero paused like he was deep in thought as he held the little square package, "What is it?"

He smiled, "I'm thinking about whether I should go down on you first, it's no fair that the Prospect gets all the fun."

You thought for a moment, "I think that might be a bit too much, my brain feels like it's swimming in maple syrup."

Guero smiled, "Maple syrup, are you a secret Canadian?"

You shook your head, "No, I was worried if I said chocolate syrup you'd leave us to get a hot fudge parfait."

Guero chuckled and pecked your cheek, "I wouldn't dream of it and that's alright, I'm happy to skip to the main event." He rolled the condom down his dick and lifted your leg over his hip before running his cock up and down your slit, "You wanna keep going? You don't need to say yes, we can do something else if you're done."

You smiled, "No, I want to keep going."

Bottles chuckled behind you and reached over to shove Guero lightly, "Who's denying the beautiful woman now?"

Guero snorted, "Hey, I'm being a gentleman." He sighed and his lips met yours as he began a slow, steady slide inside you. He paused for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his ample size before slowly rocking his hips, "You good?" His voice was tightly, clearly feeling the outcome of his own delayed pleasure.

You nodded, "Yep."

Bottles pulled you away from Guero and you twisted towards him like a pretzel so he could kiss you while Guero's hips picked up speed, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Guero exhaled sharply, "You wanna say that again?" Guero's fingers found your clit in an instant and he flashed a grin at Bottles, "I don't forget." He rolled his hips into you and Bottles swallowed your gasp as Guero brushed your G-spot with each forceful stroke.

Your breath caught in your throat and Bottle's lips turned gentle on yours, the mix of rough and gentle intensifying the sensations even. Bottles didn't let you pull your lips away to warn Guero of your oncoming release and you swore you could hear something break in his brain as you clenched around him, "Fucking fuck."

Guero yanked you away from Bottles and pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that left your head spinning as he followed behind you, taking his hand from your clit and gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises.

Guero rolled away from you and you flopped onto your back, unable to move much more without rolling onto Bottles, "Fuck that was amazing."

Guero chuckled, "You said it Prospect."

You sighed and pushed yourself up, "I really need to go have a shower, I'm all sweaty."

Bottles followed, looking helpful as always, "We can join you, I had a look at your shower and it will fit all three of us."

Guero shook his head, "What are you talking about Prospect, I'm going to help y/n clean up and you're going to change the sheets."

You crossed your arms over your chest, "Nope, I'm going to shower all by myself and you're both going to change the sheets, they're in the drawers under the bed and there are spare pillows in the cupboard." Guero glared at Bottles and you held up a finger, "No fighting or you'll be sleeping on the porch."

Bottles eyes went wide, "I wasn't fighting, it's all him."

You shook your head and turned on your heel, "Don't think I can't see how you rile him up. I'll be out in ten, that should be enough time."

Thankfully, when you came out of the bathroom, there were fresh sheets on the bed and they were getting along. They took turns in the bathroom and Bottles was thoughtful enough to bring you a glass of water while Guero glared at him.

You stretched and yawned then climbed into bed, Geruo and Bottles following after you, "So, who do you like more, me or Bottles?"

You shook your head, "I like you both equally now can I please get some sleep, I'm worn out."

Bottles chuckled, "That's my plan but I get the feeling that he's going to want to talk."

Guero reached over you and shoved him, "Do not, I know when to shut up, unlike you."

You huffed and climbed over Guero to turn off the lamp, "Goodnight, both of you."

They got the message because they arranged themselves so they could touch you, with all your legs entangled in a mess, while placing their arms strategically over you. Guero pressed his lips to your temple, "Goodnight y/n."

Bottles went next with his lips falling on your cheek, "Goodnight, thank you for tonight."

Guero kicked him softly, "Show off."

Fin

Y'all want this to become a thing? I'm not above making this a thing, where's there's I love yous and non sexual cuddling.

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deludedfantasy · 1 year ago

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Trimax Volume 14 Ch 1-5

I briefly pop in from my vacation to bring you some thoughts on volume 14 because apparently nothing can stop the Trigun brainrot. Parts of this were written while incredibly jet lagged or on a train, so hopefully this makes sense.

Ch 1

Awww, sometimes Vash is a little too honest. And he forgets that he doesn’t look as old as he is. Also, what a throwback: full blond Vash with his original coat. The nostalgia is hitting hard.

The contradictions of Vash’s life and philosophy are spelled out so succinctly. He picked up a weapon of violence in the name of peace and he’s lived by that complicated word for so many years. And he did what it took to keep his own word. He covered himself in scars for it, doing things no rational person would do all in order to avoid harm.

The repetition of “That is how I lived my life” paired against the training montage and Vash shooting the coin case is so evocative. As is the past tense. He’s officially throwing that aside and making a choice. A choice to kill.

You know what I noticed? We haven’t seen Vash’s eyes once this chapter in the present, just the reflection of his glasses. He’s made his choice but he’s hiding behind a facade because the choice is killing him on the inside.

Vash is no longer playing Legato’s game but by destroying the coin case, he’s also given Legato a lot of power over him. I wonder if that was also on purpose?

Also, why is Legato suddenly saying he held Vash under control for 8 months? It definitely said 7 earlier in the manga.

Oh my god??? Vash slipped out of Legato’s control!!!! Truly, he’s so powerful when he’s not stuck in a hole for months on end. Also, spending that much time under Legato’s control let him learn it intimately and probably let him discover the weak spots so he could slip out of it he needed to later.

So Legato sees it too. That Vash has decided to set aside his ideals. And of course, Legato still wins because that’s what he wanted—to break Vash if he couldn’t kill him.

VASH WHAT THE HELL.

He’s destroying his left arm to get closer to Legato???? That is…at once a very Vash thing to do and not.

Knives’s approving smile from Legato’s memories is everything he wanted and it’s what Legato sees at the moment of his death. But part of me wonders how much of this is memory and how much is wishful thinking, Legato projecting his own wants and desires onto this memory.

I’m also obsessed with the brief glance we get of a child Elendira. Who is she? Where did Knives find her? Why did she follow him and why did he let her? She’s the only GHG we don’t get ANY backstory on. Not even a snippet. NIGHTOW I WANNA KNOW.

Argh!!! Vash gets so close but he hesitates! A hundred and fifty years of conditioning stay his hand at the last second. Even though he’s said he’s made his choice. But he was hiding from it too. His glasses have closed him off. He hasn’t faced the choice.

Well, he’s pissed Legato off and now he’s going to make him face it.

This is an eerie mirror of the “shoot” scene with Wolfwood. The way Legato holds the gun to his forehead, telling Vash to shoot. That scene almost works like foreshadowing. Wolfwood even said that his death would make it worthwhile if he knew Vash could make a decision like that. And well…the need for that has come to fruition.

I hate to say it, but Legato is right. Holding the gun to his head and not shooting is kinda cruel. That’s just letting someone feel all the fear, let it ramp up, instead of finishing it quickly.

And in the end, all Vash accomplished by hesitating is putting someone else’s life in danger.

With Livio’s life on the line, suddenly we see Vash’s eyes again. They’re a little wild and on edge. He can’t let his new friend die, the person Wolfwood sacrificed himself to save.

Legato knows exactly what he’s doing to torment Vash. He knows all of Vash’s weak points and he’s not afraid to use them.

I hate giving Legato any credit whatsoever but…he’s kinda right again. Look, Vash’s ideals are wonderful. He seeks to make the world a better place by not killing people. But the root of those ideals comes from something so twisted and idealized, it’s done nothing but cause him and the people around him harm and strife. His scars, his inability to connect with humanity despite his mission to protect them, it comes down to his downright saintly principles which force him to live a life that is removed from reality.

Sometimes, you have to make a choice, to kill, to do the hard thing. Because standing down isn’t an option. Standing down is the worse result. Vash’s ideals are beautiful but in the end, by keeping them, he is a dreaming saint. And saints don’t get to live. Saints are saints because they are martyred and completely inhuman. And does he really want to be inhuman?

BUT THEN. Who does Vash think of before he shoots, before he makes his final decision? Wolfwood! Perhaps the most human man of all. He certainly wasn’t a saint, but he wasn’t a sinner either, and he came to mean so much to Vash. His death hurt so much Vash couldn’t speak his name or think of his face. But now, for the first time in four volumes, we see him fully. Wolfwood, who killed to protect and died in order to save someone he loved, who also in the end, finally got to make his choice.

And now, so does Vash. And he does it for Wolfwood.

Ch 2

Does Livio even understand what’s happening? Because Elendira suddenly rose from the dead and went for his throat, and then she collapsed just as quickly. Does he know that it’s Legato? Does Livio know Vash killed Legato for him? This question haunts me daily.

You know what else haunts me? Vash’s face right afterwards. It’s so difficult to look at. For the first time in almost 2 chapters, we see his eyes and they are big and glassy. He has this terrible pained…smile, grimace? I’m not sure how to describe it.

Nor will it ever stop haunting me that Vash didn’t kill to protect himself or to get closer to Knives. He did it for Wolfwood, to honor his sacrifice, to save Livio. He took on Wolfwood’s ideals just like Wolfwood took on his. They changed each other…

I’m experiencing so many emotions, I don’t even know what to say. Vash is realizing how difficult killing really is and he wonders if it hurt Wolfwood this much too. Is he regretting calling him a coward? Vash didn’t understand Wolfwood or his motivations back then, but now he does, and he realizes what he said was so wrong. And knowing Vash, he probably wonders if calling him a hopeless coward was what set Wolfwood down the path to his death.

Also, did Livio find Vash somehow? I didn’t think they were close together at all.

I like that nothing is simple in Trigun. Technically, the Earth Fleet came to help, but they’re willing to do anything to stop Knives, including bombing and irradiating the planet and killing thousands of people in the process.

So Livio does know what Vash did for him? That’s gonna give him a lot of feelings and complexes to work through later…

The juxtaposition in this story always gets me. As Vash struggles with killing one person, the Earth Fleet easily decides to sacrifice millions in the name of peace. How can they, who are not part of this world, understand anything about it? How can they make that kind of decision not knowing anything about the people struggling and living on the planet’s surface? Killing is not the easy way out and it never was, as Vash has just intimately discovered.

Continuation of everyone telling Vash to stop carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and actually ask for help! Will he do it? No, but saying it to his face is a good first step in getting him to understand.

Ch 3

Oh, this is one of my favorite parts of the manga. I remember this vividly from my first read. The first time the dependent Plants truly communicate with humanity.

The moment with the little girl just…oh my heart. For a moment, she saw the Plant’s memories but she also projected her own feelings. And that could have gone a lot of ways. People could’ve gotten scared or violent or taken advantage of a scared kid, but everyone’s immediate reaction is kindness. They help her find her mother. It just proves that humanity has a great capacity for goodness, especially when they can understand each other. Because every one of those adults has been a scared kid before and feeling those feelings again reminded them of that.

What they show is the history of humanity and Plants on No Man’s Land, the highs and lows, the good and the bad. The gratefulness of those first desperate people when they managed to get water from a Plant and the chaos and desperation that followed. How slowly towns and cities grew up around Plants.

Knives is experiencing all these memories in full. He might have to contend with the fact that the relationship between Plants and humanity isn’t so black and white. There is hurt and abuse for sure, but there is always kindness and gratefulness. One doesn’t negate the other, but it turns his strict worldview on its head. It should anyway.

People have warred and killed over Plants, but they’ve also venerated them, and taken care of them. They fixed them and cleaned their bulbs, had meaningful meetings there. And the Plants were always watching, remembering all their faces, and interestingly, there’s no malice or hatred for humanity in these memories. Despite how they sometimes waste the Plants’ gifts and abuse them, the Plants seem to care about humans in their own way.

Ch 4

It’s terrible that the Earth Fleet cares more about stopping Knives than saving the people of the planet. They’re really scared of Independents, and sure, Knives is more powerful than they’ve ever seen, but they took the nuclear option very quickly. It makes you question what Earth’s relationship with Independents is really like.

Vash’s hair it completely black now. He’s used up most of his power. He’s done and at his lowest point here. And now he’s haunted by everyone he’s lost, everyone he couldn’t save, whether they were friends or enemies.

It says something that he’s faced first with Legato, his first kill, but right behind him it’s Wolfwood, and he’s smiling. I can’t figure out what it means, but there’s something to it, like Wolfwood is the one who makes what he did okay.

But still, he feels like he’s alone with all of this, that this is his endless burden. And makes me so sad because he’s not! He’s been told that over and over, but it’s like he’s not hearing it.

What kind of victory is it to destroy an entire planet to defeat Knives? It’s certainly a sin like the Fleet commander says. Asking God for His blessing is certainly a decision in this case, one almost bordering on blasphemy, asking God for His blessing to commit a sin.

Of course, Knives is so powerful he keeps that from happening. But he’s become so inhuman to get that powerful. It’s been happening for ages, but I feel like he’s reached his peak now. Just look at him.

Vance loses hope when he sees the Fleet go down, but when Meryl and Milly see they’re still alive, they get right back to work. I love them so much. Life on No Man’s Land is hard but it’s also what makes them so resilient. They make their own hope and they’re used to working for the hard times. As long as they’re still alive, they’re not done.

Say it, Meryl! Despite Vash’s efforts, he can’t do it alone. The only way to succeed is by working together. Not just humans working together, but humans and Plants together as well.

Whoa, what did Vash do? Also where is he? Meryl and Milly found him but where did they put him? Did they just dump him somewhere while they kept working on making contact with the dependent Plants?

Ch 5

“What’s there left to see?” → Coming from Vash, that thought is so hopeless. It means he’s given up on Rem’s promise of a blank ticket, the very core of his ideals. It’s fitting then, that this chapter is called, Ticket to the Future.

Ok, I see, they put him on the floor in the room they’re working in. I’m happy he at least heard Meryl’s conviction to stand with him even if he probably doesn’t believe it wholeheartedly.

He wants to keep going even though he feels like he can’t. Some small part of him doesn’t want to die.

Vash hears the Plants! That’s why he shoots up like that. And they can hear him too.

I wonder what Knives plan is for after he’s done destroying humanity. Is it to find another planet for Plants to live on their own, away from the influence of humanity?

That’s an insane plan, but that’s Vash for you. His face in this section makes me think he isn’t planning on surviving this either. He’s broken his ideals, he’s lost the future he saw for a moment, he doesn’t think there’s anything left for him to see. But to his dying breath, he’ll fight to make sure humanity at least has a future.

Something about the way Knives screams, “Don’t touch me!” really gets to me. Vash is connecting to the dependent Plants, not him, but since Knives is fused with them, he thinks of them as himself. The thing is…I still don’t think they’re him. He’s taken away their autonomy and made them himself, but they are their own separate beings and in the pursuit of his mission, he’s forgotten that.

Oh, wait, Knives is actually trying to do that now to keep Vash from winning. He’s planning on fully incorporating the Dependents so they have no will of their own at all anymore. Which goes counter to his whole point of giving Plants freedom but when has Knives been anything but the world’s biggest hypocrite in the name of assuaging his own fears?

Vash’s beliefs have kept him going for 150 years. It’s what kept him alive and allowed him to do good. It’s sad that he never lived his life truly for himself, but there’s also something beautiful in him believing so strongly in the Plants and their own will, their power to make their own decision, whatever it might be. It’s a stark contrast to Knives, who isn’t even pretending to give them any choice anymore.

In their own way, Vash and Knives are trying to be saviors and saints. Vash for humanity and Plants and Knives just for Plants. While I think Vash goes about it in such a way that hurts him more than helps him, you can’t say that his efforts have been for nothing, that he hasn’t accomplished any good. He’s definitely saved people and Plants, unlike Knives who claims to do those things, but is really fulfilling his own selfish goals and acting out of fear rather than benevolence or actual belief.

But suddenly, somewhere, Vash has found some hope again. He wants to take that blank ticket for himself. He wants to make a better future and see what that world looks like. The only thing is I can’t figure out what caused this change of heart after he’s spent nearly four volumes now being passively suicidal. My best guess is that connecting with the Plants like that gave him some perspective and reminded him of everything he’d dedicated his life to, everything he’d been fighting for.

#trigunbookclub #trigun

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n4talia-chaparro · 2 years ago

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Another question about the Krupp dummy: Does it haunt Krupp? Or is it like the Elf On A Shelf and just appears wherever?

Either one would be entertaining honestly

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Oh boy...speaking of it I kinda made some little fact about the dummy I guess..soo...uhhhh...

TW/TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of murder, etc cuz idfk what else to put.

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Well, it doesn't haunt Krupp anymore like it used to, because of that Krupp is the owner of his dummy. Even tho I'm not sure if Melvinborg was the one who brought it or Krupp himself.

However, the Krupp dummy moves and talks by itself as I said. Not only it would appear everywhere like an "Elf on a shelf" thing. He or it can attack the leaving hell out of someone and jumpscare the victim WHOEVER TOUCHES THE DUMMY WITHOUT PERMISSION.

and speaking of moving and stuff, its eyes can glow through the dark; you see remember when I said Krupp upgraded it and made it idk. Little different I think? Yeah, this is what I meant by this. Its eyes can glow brighter to see and detect ANYTHING.

Krupp's idea was to upgrade his dummy and change him a bit so he doesn't have to carry it all the time. And do you wanna know what's more cringy and disturbing? Him or it being a monitor inside of a dummy...

Yeah you see Krupp knows how to make inventions and things so he decided to build a mini robo-animatronic and try to insert that inside of the dummy but then he realized why does it need mental and robotic parts when he can also place organs inside to make it feel REAL. Yeeaahh....to make a long story short he killed a student for the first time....(and keep in mind it was one of Mr. Rected's students), Krupp wasn't sure where to hide the body until he decided to grab the victim's organs and connect them inside the dummy. Making sure that each organ is glued or connected properly and waited until it stops having a gross smell. Later on, he then used the electricity to give it energy (obviously it has the robot inside of it.) And stitched some parts of it. Fuck

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•| The dummy was also used to supervise Melvin, just like a nanny cam except it has to spy on Melvin and see what he's doing and it can ALSO record anything (conversation, audio, etc). Because if Melvin does something fish behind his dad figure (Krupp), or sneaks things without his permission the dummy will make use to catch the kid in the act.

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* It was originally used to torment Melvin if he keeps ignoring his demands. After few months he then decided to give it to Melvin so he doesn't feel lonely whenever Krupp goes to find his other victims. The dummy slowly became Melvin's comforting dummy cuz all the dummy does is talk randomly by itself and moves. [SPECIALLY BECAUSE THE DUMMY LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE KRUPP/ABUSIVE FATHER FIGURE]. Melvin would also take him everywhere in his backpack, doing a playdate with it and venting to it, not knowing it can record a personal vent and possibly the man himself is listening to it.🗿

* This little fella knows how to walk. No joke...it DOES. All thanks to the electricity he kinda started to learn new things (?)

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•| It's eyes can change from green to red. The red is supposed to represent the warning sign to the person who tries to carry it or get closer to it. If the victim tries to pick it up, the dummy will likely bite them and rip the skin off with its teeth. Mostly strangling them with a lasso or jumpscaring them. (Who knows seriously)

•| The dummy MUST ALWAYS be inside of its own box or somewhere hidden to not let it escape from its place. It would sneak out and sit somewhere like it does.

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[Took inspiration from the "Tattle Turtle 200", child's plays, maybe some silly-ass abandoned animatronic as a reference to convince that together. Pls don't play the fnaf theme I'm begging you-]

So uhh yeah...hopefully I don't scare no one in here cuz half of the info was supposed to describe how sick gp!Krupp can be in this AU- yikes..😬

#captain underpants #the epic tales of captain underpants #captain underpants au #cu tbgdotgp au #gp!krupp #benjamin krupp #melvin sneedly #tw organs #tw mention of killing #tw death #answered asks #au ask blog #asks #cu au #asked and answered #answered questions

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liangxinn · 2 years ago

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untitled fantasy/royalty AU

For someone who supposedly doesn't care much for writing royalty AUs, I sure have a lot of them in my WIPs... including a King's Maker AU which I really really want to see through to the end ><

Anyway, I found this abandoned draft for a different fandom from 2019. Looking back at my writing from 4 years ago sure was an Experience, but I didn't want to immediately throw up at least, so I consulted the oracle (Twitter) and decided to tidy up a little excerpt as a SVT/Minwon fic. Here's the basic gist:

Elven princes Mingyu and Seungcheol are shocked to discover that their late father has named Mingyu his heir instead of Seungcheol, the eldest

Newly appointed captain of the royal guard Wonwoo is assigned to protect Mingyu (spoiler: they do not like each other lol)

To avoid taking the throne, Mingyu pledges himself to the god of the hunt, joins a band of hunters (I'm thinking performance unit), and leaves for six years

He returns to the kingdom when a mysterious affliction sweeps the land, turning the people into demon-like monsters, and has to work with Wonwoo to investigate...

I actually have the entire story plotted out, and I am more than happy to answer any questions if anyone's curious to know more! You can find 3.2k of one of the early chapters, mostly unchanged from the original draft, below the cut ^^

Mingyu's sleep is fitful, leaving him tossing and turning and tormented with snippets of strange dreams.

He walks for an age along the secret corridor, only for it to lead him to his father's room when he exits through the trapdoor. Just the sight of it, unopened since the king's death, stirs up a sick feeling in Mingyu's stomach. He doesn't know what possesses him to press his palm against the wood, only that it feels like fire trying to burn the skin from his hand. Of its own volition, his other hand drifts up as well, and he watches, entranced.

Mingyu pushes lightly against the door, hears the snap of splintering wood. A voice escapes through the cracks like scalding steam, and he pushes harder. His father's sharp words rush back to him from weeks, months, years long past. A heavy ache settles over his body, throbbing dully in the places where he could not be forced into the mould they made for Seungcheol. Pain lances across his cheek, but whether it's from the flames or a blow meant for his brother, he can't tell. The door collapses beneath the pressure, and he disappears into the flames.

He wakes, gasping, and sleep claims him again.

At a coronation, a crown is placed upon Mingyu's head, so heavy that it threatens to crush him. Hundreds of eyes bore into his flesh, picking like crows at every part of him they can reach, ripping him apart with their scrutiny. His own eyes dart around frantically and land upon Queen Consort Hyeyoung only to find a cold, insincere smile. Seungcheol is somewhere among them, flashing in and out of sight.

Mingyu tears the crown away in repulsion. When he hurls it to the ground at his feet, it shatters as if it were made of glass instead of precious metals. A moment passes, then the crowd erupts into raucous sound. He has displeased them. They surge upwards from their seats in a writhing, screaming mass. They call for his head. They call for his blood to be spilled.

He wakes, feels the prickle of those eyes on him, and shudders.

By now, the sun has begun to rise, throwing weak light into the room. Mingyu had gotten just a couple hours of sleep at the most. His body struggles against him, forcing his eyelids to droop and demanding more time to rest. Just as he's about to succumb, a sharp rap on the door seizes his attention.

Mingyu knows exactly who it is when the person enters before he even has the chance to respond. His brother slips into the room with those distinctive footsteps of his, dark eyes alight with excitement and the corner of his mouth curled upwards in amusement. He perches on the edge of the bed, yanking the covers away when Mingyu tries to bury himself underneath.

"You got caught last night," Seungcheol says, mirth laced in his tone. Mingyu rolls over to throw a glare in his direction.

"Good morning to you, too."

"Was it him? That Captain Jeon?"

Mingyu scowls at the mention of Wonwoo, having forgotten his existence momentarily. Seungcheol takes his stubborn silence as confirmation. In a more serious voice, he asks if Wonwoo found out about the passageway. Mingyu mulls it over for a moment before deciding that Wonwoo shouldn't have been able to figure out how he left castle grounds. He must've traced his path by some other means.

"I have a guard, too," Seungcheol sighs, flopping back onto the bed and across Mingyu's legs, ignoring his squawk of protest. "His name is Vernon. He's quiet, but he seems like a good kid. Must be capable if he became a guard at his age. He thinks quite highly of Captain Jeon."

"Good for them," Mingyu remarks sarcastically before he can bite it back. He shoves his face into a pillow to avoid the intrigued look Seungcheol sends his way.

"What, don't you like him? He was pleasant enough when I met him. Surely you've heard that he's the youngest captain in the history of the royal guard."

Mingyu refuses to answer. There is silence for a long moment, which borders on suspicious, then Seungcheol says in a sage-like, all-knowing tone, "Oh, I see. You fucked him."

Mingyu's expression cycles between outrage and disbelief before deciding to settle on embarrassment, to his dismay.

"Hyung!" he hisses, springing upright to hurl a pillow at his brother's head and shoot a look at the door as if Wonwoo could hear them from outside. Seungcheol blocks the pillow with ease, the sound of his delighted cackling quelling Mingyu's outburst. There hasn't been very much to laugh at as of late.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Gyu-yah. Come to think of it, he's exactly your type-"

"I did nothing of the sort and I have no desire to!" Mingyu fumes, even as a giggle of his own threatens to escape him. He's painfully aware of the incriminating heat rising to his cheeks and ears, but he can't help the smile that tugs at his mouth. The roguish grin he receives in return is more than worth it.

Seungcheol has been run so thin lately, what with the burden of kingship dumped upon him in such an abrupt manner. And now, it may turn out that all of his efforts over the years were for naught. Mingyu reflects on what the queen consort told him last night, and dread fills his stomach at the very thought of having to take the crown. The vision of the coronation from his dreams flits to the front of his mind.

"How have you been, Mingyu?" Seungcheol asks softly as he pulls the pillow onto his lap and rests his hands atop it.

"Hyung," Mingyu begins with a heavy sigh, "did you know about the will?"

Seungcheol's gaze slides away. "Yes. I saw it the day before it was posted in the city centre."

"I don't blame you for keeping it from me, but how are you... alright with this?"

"The king's will is law, Mingyu-yah. I know this, and so do you."

"It doesn't make sense! Why would he name me his successor over you? He barely acknowledged my existence for twenty years and yet he left the entire kingdom to me? I don't believe it. I cannot believe it."

"Father took his reasons with him to the grave," Seungcheol says with grim resignation. "The only thing that we can do is follow his wishes."

"It should be you, hyung. It was always meant to be you. I'm not worthy," Mingyu finishes with a miserable sigh.

"I thought you would say something like that. But honestly speaking, I think you're just as capable of being a leader. Don't be so quick to undermine your skills."

Though Mingyu knows that Seungcheol is trying to be reassuring, he can't help but think that his brother sounds just like Queen Consort Hyeyoung. A product of her teachings, he supposes.

At Mingyu's skeptical raised eyebrow, Seungcheol gives his shoulder a light squeeze as a comforting gesture. "We'll figure something out. I'll still be here to help as much as I can."

Regardless of Mingyu's faith in his ability to lead the entirety of the kingdom, it simply isn't right for him to take the crown. Not when Seungcheol is the eldest, not when he has spent much of his life preparing for the inevitable day of their father's death. Despite having no choice but to take up the role of heir, Seungcheol has a true interest in the responsibilities of kingship. The life of a king has never appealed to Mingyu in the same way.

Seungcheol rises to his feet, tossing his pillow lightly at Mingyu's face and startling him from his thoughts. "Get dressed. Let's go to breakfast."

"Don't want to," Mingyu whines in response. "Can't we stay in here?"

It's definitely not because he doesn't want to face Wonwoo and be reminded of his wounded pride. Not at all. He's simply too tired to go all the way down to the dining hall and he'd much rather have breakfast in his room without having to take a single step outside, where Wonwoo is standing right now-

Mingyu yelps as the pillow makes contact with his face for a second time, more forcefully than the last. In his serious, all-business voice, Seungcheol insists that he comes down to have breakfast with Queen Consort Hyeyoung, so Mingyu acquiesces with a grumble.

"Choi Seungcheol, you are the rudest elf I have ever had the misfortune of meeting."

"I know you love me, dearest brother."

Mingyu's exaggerated eye roll threatens to earn him a third smack with the pillow, so he leaps out of bed under the pretence of getting dressed and shoos Seungcheol out of his room. After he's cleaned himself up and made an attempt at taming the bird's nest that is his hair, Mingyu scrutinises his reflection with a critical eye.

He's visibly tired, his under eyes stamped with dark half-moons. His mouth is set in a displeased line, his shoulders are hunched, and his eyes are too full of worries. The image staring back at him doesn't look at all like a king, not even when he tries to picture a crown on his head. Its phantom weight pushes his head down, forcing him to break his gaze from his tired reflection.

Seungcheol always resembled their father more, anyway.

Breakfast is doomed to be a sombre affair as soon as Mingyu and Seungcheol enter the hall, followed closely by Wonwoo and Vernon. They slide into their seats across from Queen Consort Hyeyoung under the sympathetic eyes of the staff present, and Mingyu resists the urge to steal a sideways glance at his father's empty place at the head of the table. He almost prefers it this way.

The last time they all had breakfast together must've been at least four years ago, when Mingyu and Seungcheol were only sixteen. He barely remembers what it was like, though it isn't a particularly fond memory to begin with. It was around that time Mingyu took to having his morning meal alone in his room or the gardens. Immersed in his studies, Seungcheol wouldn't even come to eat sometimes either.

When Queen Consort Hyeyoung greets them, her slight smile doesn't quite reach her tired eyes. Mingyu meets her gaze, and the knowing look he finds there is enough to make him break eye contact to stare at his plate. A welcome distraction comes in the form of food brought out by the kitchen staff, who he thanks courteously.

Queen Consort Hyeyoung and Seungcheol begin to discuss an upcoming trade meeting with one of the western nations, so Mingyu helps himself to a roll still warm from the oven. After a liberal application of butter and honey scented like the local flowers, he bites into the soft bread, relishing the satisfying sweetness. Honey spills over his fingers and threatens to turn into a sticky mess. Perhaps he was a little too generous.

"Prince Mingyu," Queen Consort Hyeyoung calls to him. "What do you plan to do today?"

Before he even has the chance to open his mouth to respond, Mingyu feels a shift in the air, something odd that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. And before he even has the chance to even furrow his brow in suspicion, it happens.

The sound of shattering glass pierces the air, followed by a soft thud. The razor sharp tip of an arrow impales an orange perched precariously at the top of the fruit bowl, sending it flying off the edge of the table. Mingyu tracks it with his eyes as it rolls in a wobbly line to stop at Wonwoo's feet. A note written in black ink is tied to the shaft of the arrow like a mockery of a white flag.

A violent chill races down Mingyu's spine when he realises that the arrow had flown straight through the space between his and Seungcheol's heads. There had barely been a beat between the moment that he'd felt it twist the palace magic and the point of impact. He would've been dead before his mind even processed the window shattering.

After the last shards of glass have settled, the dining hall is silent. No one dares to move an inch, all eyes glued to the arrow which interrupted their morning meal. Slowly, carefully, with tension lining his body, Wonwoo leans down to pluck the arrow free and straighten out the message. Mingyu can see that his jaw is clenched, his knuckles pale with the intensity of his grip.

"I will come for what I am owed," Wonwoo reads out in a grim tone. His eyes flicker to Mingyu, then Seungcheol.

A murmur erupts throughout the room, pulsing in waves of concern. To their credit, none of the staff panic or dissolve into hysterics, though the palpable tension sits heavily on Mingyu's shoulders. He shares a sideways glance with Seungcheol as Queen Consort Hyeyoung says in a dangerously calm and even tone, "A perimeter search, if you will, Captain Jeon."

Wonwoo strides out of the room with a curt nod, still clutching the arrow in his hand. The remaining guards band closer towards the three of them left sitting frozen at the table. It makes Mingyu's chest constrict with snake-like fear, the kind that suffocates hope. Such a blatant threat, a direct attack. Mingyu and Seungcheol aren't the only ones left of the royal bloodline but they're certainly aware now of the bright red targets stamped upon their backs.

Queen Consort Hyeyoung clears her throat pointedly, and the maids, startled into action, bustle about using spells to gather the broken glass shards and dispose of them safely. A shield is put up across the empty frame in the meantime. The arrow must've been enchanted to break the protection on the window, powerful magic to counter the intensive safety measures woven into every single brick of the palace. It will take some time before a replacement is ready.

"Who would dare do something as bold as this?" Seungcheol asks in a low voice as Queen Consort Hyeyoung speaks to the guards. There's something almost like incredulity in his tone.

"I don't think they were acting alone," Mingyu murmurs back.

"Sounds like it has something to do with Father."

All this talk of an assassination plot has sapped Mingyu of his good mood, filling him with anxiety instead. But still he wonders, why? Whoever it was had both the resources and the opportunity to kill either of them in that moment, perhaps even both. So why go to the trouble of revealing themselves and their intentions in such a brazen manner?

Mingyu casts his gaze down at his half-eaten roll, regretful now that his appetite has entirely vanished. The honey has soaked into the bread and formed a golden sheen, but not even that enticing colour is enough to assuage the sick feeling in his stomach. He nudges the plate away with some reluctance.

"As I was saying," Queen Consort Hyeyoung begins in a slightly tense tone. "Prince Mingyu, what are your plans for the day?"

"I was... actually hoping to visit the city centre."

"Absolutely not."

Mingyu cannot say he wasn't expecting to get shot down immediately, but it does nothing to quell his disappointment. His dismay only deepens when Queen Consort Hyeyoung contemplates a total lockdown of the palace until the threat has been eliminated. If there's one thing he hates, it's being confined. The urge to protest is too compelling to push aside.

"My lady, we're playing right into their hands. Whoever was behind his, they want to create fear-"

"Prince Mingyu. Your safety is no trivial matter."

"I refuse to be afraid," Mingyu insists, all too aware of how stubborn he sounds, how he's playing a dangerous game with the line that marks defiance. "I will not stay shut up in the palace and wait for someone to kill me."

The warning Seungcheol gives him in the form of a kick under the table reminds him to keep his tongue in check, though he doesn't pay it much mind after that. He's not ready to back down on this just yet. Queen Consort Hyeyoung shows no indication of her thoughts except for a slight, almost imperceptible, flaring of her nostrils.

"Very well," she begins in a steely tone. "I don't doubt that you can take care of yourself, Prince Mingyu. But Captain Jeon will accompany you at all times, and I want a tracking spell bound to you."

Dissatisfied with these conditions, Mingyu clenches his jaw. He loathes the thought of being monitored at every step, but he recognises the immense leniency Queen Consort Hyeyoung is showing in allowing him out of the palace in the first place.

"Of course, my lady," Mingyu concedes quietly as he bows his head in respect. He's given a sunset curfew which he agrees to without any resistance; the idea of being out at night with a potential assassin in their midst is none too appealing. At that moment, Wonwoo returns with a steely expression.

"We weren't able to find anyone, Your Majesty," he reports, his deep voice tinged with frustration. "But we did catch a faint trace of magic. I've got someone looking into it."

"Thank you, Captain Jeon. I trust you will keep me informed. In the meantime, please accompany Prince Mingyu during his visit to the city centre."

The incredulous look that crosses over Wonwoo's face would be amusing if not for the tension still throttling the room.

"I'm beginning to get the impression that you are quite stubborn, Prince Mingyu," Wonwoo remarks dryly, leaning against the wall with his arms folded. "Foolishly so, one might even say."

Mingyu raises an eyebrow, but otherwise remains unaffected by the obvious bait.

"Think what you like about me, Captain Jeon," he shrugs even as the urge to retort does a tantalising dance at the forefront of his thoughts. He shoulders his satchel and sets off down the corridor without waiting for Wonwoo. The way that Wonwoo falls smoothly into step right beside him is something Mingyu will have to get used to.

"All I'm saying is that I don't think it's very wise for future King Mingyu to be so insistent on leaving the palace, especially when someone wants you dead."

"There won't be a problem as long as you do your job," Mingyu replies airily, shooting a sly sideways glance at Wonwoo. "Are you implying that you're incompetent, Captain Jeon?"

The sight of Wonwoo's face scrunching into a scowl might be the most satisfying thing Mingyu's seen all morning.

"Let me make this clear, I am your guard, not your mother-" Wonwoo begins in an irritated tone, but Mingyu stops walking and effectively cuts him off.

With narrowed eyes, Mingyu says, "I'd watch my tongue if I were you, Captain Jeon. I may tolerate the less than appropriate way you speak to me, but others certainly will not."

There is a moment in which Wonwoo holds his gaze firmly, expression unreadable. It's rather tense, and Mingyu finds himself unable to look away from those sharp eyes. Then, Wonwoo seems to relax a little.

"My apologies, Your Highness. I misspoke," he murmurs, and though Mingyu doubts its sincerity, it's better than nothing.

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erenevune · 11 months ago

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I even saw someone in comments say something like "Well, Eclipse was going insane anyway and too broken to fix"

Bro, they didn't even get a chance to *try*. Eclipse hasn't been back for very long and he's not exactly trusted. Dude bro is not doing well mentally for several reasons and dealing with wanting to just be dead already and angry and desperately looking for who brought him back to this cursed existence. Gemini confirmed that this Eclipse is free of the previous ones crimes, even if he has some of the memories. This Eclipse *didn't deserve it* despite what so many people are trying to say (mostly to defend Lunar just killing someone who literally couldn't hurt him back). The most Eclipse was doing was being an asshole. He didn't deserve to be murdered for that.

And like, sure I don't think he'll ever be good. We won't get a Solar 2.0, but he could have just been the asshole relative you see once a year or you sometimes hear about the stupid shit he's done. Maybe he rocks up to your house for dinner just to scab a meal off you and be annoying. He could have just fucked off on his own and chosen to try and live his own life like KC did.

We can't say he's too broken to fix when they hadn't even started trying yet. They trapped him and conscripted him to search for who made him and slapped safety measures on him to restrict his actions. The worst thing he did was go after Ruin again because he's still convinced he had something to do with his revival. None of this is worthy of the death penalty.

What's rhe chance they're going to get a deal like that with eclipse again when he's inevitably brought back? He's probably going to be more unstable because why wouldn't they give him the memories of both his deaths this time? They don't know who is doing it or their motive and clearly letting him have the memories of being killed after "helping" isn't going to work in Moon and Cos favor.

Also, the people bagging on Earth for leaving him? Fuck them. She wasn't expecting Lunar to just murder someone in front of her. She has every right to leave and go collect herself and put herself first for once. She's tried to help lunar for months and been refused, admitting to walking on eggshells around him because of his poor behaviour.

Still bitter about Lunar essentially threatening to kill Moon over his deal with Eclipse as well, with the whole "if I didn't have control over my powers I'd use them on you" comment he made. Hypocrit. Who's turning into the person they're trying to kill, huh? At least when Sun went to kill eclipse that eclipse was actually guilty of a tonne of bad shit and this was only after he mentally snapped when accidently killing Bloodmoon happened plus suddenly noone being okay with killing eclipse when preciously there was support to the idea and then being tormented by hallucinations.

Greatly hoping and praying Lunar gets taken down a peg. Like you said, he's a Lunar Eclipse. He's got Eclipses ego but he's the "happy parts" so people let him get away with shit and don't question his lack of empathy and selfishness towards the people he supposedly cares about

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A FUCK IT AMMA SAY IT! GET OWNED LUNAR! TAKE THAT TRUTH! TAKE IT TAKE IT! im not mad! im not even sad! Eclipse asked to be killed - but guess what? KILLING ISNT A GOOD THING LUNAR! my god, one would think that, after living in MOON's head, watching his guilt eat him - and soon watch as SUN suffered for MONTHS! he would learn the lession?? but NO?? HE GOES AND KILL THE COOOPPYY OF THE ONE WHO HURTED HIM?? my dude! MY dude.. he was given sooo maaany chaaancees, soo much tiimeeee to just, let it oouut! work his way to be freee!! and as MUCH as I dislike Earth, SHE GOT A POINT THO, she had to tiptoe around him becuase she clearly has no idea how to actually be honest! and he knows that, and took that as a way to never actually work his issues!! man I LOVE THIS VIDEO - Lunar Is In Trouble! in VRChat- because FINALLY someone can tell his truth at his face! finally!- hes no baby BUT ACTS LIKE ONE! And NO NO NO- this is not "victim blaming" EVERYONE knwos what he had to suffer!, what people told him A LOT NOW is that- he DIDNT HAD TO DO THIS! he is allowed to be mad! but is not ALLOWED to do the same crime! thats not victim blaming! plus - his "I had it worst" mentallity, is really getting ppl annoyed! I can see it! he was in NO danger! he was capable to scare him! shock him! report his ass back to Moon! maybe even make fun of how stupid Eclipse is! but MURDER HIM? no.

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The new Mrs. Winchester (6)

Word count: 3.6K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Chapter warnings: None for this chapter, really. Kinda fluffy?

Series Summary: After spending over two years in captivity, and enduring assault, torture, and degradation of every kind, Y/N is finally sold off to the highest bidder. But when the deal is masked as a hushed marriage to a wealthy and powerful man, Y/N knows it means a few more nights of brutal torment ending in certain death. After all, why else would a man like him, want someone like her, except to fulfill desires so depraved that they would require owning a person. However, the Winchester mansion has mysteries of its own, woven in lies, betrayal, and death. Smack in the middle of it, she finds both hope and a home, in the person she least expected to find it with. But when it comes down to it, will she be able to save the thing that matters the most?

A/N: Do let me know what you think of the chapter. Feedback keeps me going!

Beta: My darling, @deanssweetheart23 love ya!

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“That looks so good!”

You jumped in surprise, hitting your head on the stone pillar behind you. “Jesus, Jack!”

He chuckled, dropping down on the parapet next to you. “Don’t say the lord’s name in vain.”

What else was the lord going to do to you that he already hadn’t let happen?

“Religious?” You raised an eyebrow.

He whistled slowly. “No one who’s lived in this house can believe in God. I was only teasing.” He focused on the papers in front of you. “What is that?”

You brightened. “It’s a column capital. See those elaborate designs of leaves and petals? They’re unique to that period of Roman and Greek architecture. This one specifically is a Corinthian column.”

The library still remained your favourite place in the whole wide house. Not only did it provide you with a continuous supply of the best poetry there was to read, but the room itself was so richly made, that each part appeared to be a piece of art waiting to be put onto the paper. More than that, this room, in particular, felt more alive than the rest of the house, lived in. Things happened here– the papers you left the day before were usually piled neatly on the top the following day. In fact, more papers appeared in the desk drawer as the week passed. Your first time there you had found a rouge pen in the drawer, but in the half-month since, a set of charcoal pencils had appeared next to the papers, complete with a putty eraser. A few days later the colours appeared. You had your suspicions, given Jack’s blatant interest in your drawings, but hadn’t brought it up since he wanted to keep quiet about it.

“This is stunning,” Jack marvelled. “Your drawing looks real.”

Grinning up at him, you put the book down. “Where have you been these past few days?” You had missed him.

He huffed out a long-suffering sigh, “Exams. Sam wanted me around so you won’t feel threatened by all the guns and security, but he wouldn’t ever ask me to ignore the piling college work. Final year.”

“I hear you.” And you did feel sympathy for his cause. “Tell you what I don’t miss about college? The exams.”

“It’s like the whole world spins differently if you know there’s an exam coming,” he piled on. “The coffee tastes all wrong, the birds cease to sing and the air itself saturates.”

“Oh my God, yes! And sleep starts to feel like a guilty pleasure.”

Jack clapped his hands. “See, you get it! I tried to explain that to Abby, but she doesn’t understand–” His cheeks turned pink. You wanted to smile widely at him.

Clearing his throat, he hurriedly pointed at your drawing sheet. “If you draw like that… why were you worried about exams?”

“It’s different with art school,” you explained, running your fingers over the drawing. “Even more so for architecture. Design and creativity is very subjective. There’s no correct answer and most exams didn’t exactly have a question paper. Your design itself became the question and the answer. Basically, you take your work to a panel of jurors and they decided if your design’s worth keeping. That’s a design jury for you.”

“Scary,” shuddered Jack, toying with the edge of the paper. “But I bet you aced them all.”

Smirking, you put the paper aside. “Most of the time.”

“You shouldn’t just abandon these papers,” he muttered disapprovingly. “People out there might sell their souls for a talent like yours. I would know. Even my stick figures look like trees.”

You snickered. “I don’t know what else to do with them.” Your room had several shelves but they didn’t feel yours.

“Don’t you guys carry a cardboard jacket of some kind to stash your drawings? I’ve seen it at the university.”

“It’s called a portfolio,” you told him. “And I don’t have one here. Maybe I’ll just put them under the table here for a bit.”

Satisfied by your display of respect towards the drawing, Jack stretched his arms wide and got to his feet. “If you feel like disappearing in the evenings any of these days, drop by for a coffee. I’m sure I make for better company than the deserted hallways of this house.”

So, Abby had been venting her frustration about your disappearances to Jack. It went both ways.

You couldn't stop yourself then. “Hey, Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for the art supplies.” It was the nicest thing anyone had done for you in a while.

He frowned. “Art supplies?”

“Yeah. The ones you keep leaving the library desk for me?”

The lines of confusion on his face deepened. “I didn’t put them there. I was going to ask you where you keep getting them.”

Jack moved on from the topic easily, distracted by the possibility of a wish-granting library and you let him speculate it to the point of hilarity. You found Abby in a mood when you reached your room, complaining about how no one in the house took their responsibilities seriously. You knew most of her ranting was aimed towards you. Still mad at you for worrying her last night, she spoke sharply, but you felt overwhelmed by the emotion behind it. Only someone who cared would worry about you at all.

“You should wear this one for the dinner tonight, Miss,” she said, flinging a dress on the bed. Flowy green silk, right to the floor. “It’s not chilly so you’ll be just fine without a shawl.”

“Abby!” You stopped her tirade. “Thank you for picking out the perfect dress.”

She thawed almost immediately. “You make them all look perfect, Miss. Now, stop making those eyes at me and get on with it. Mr. Winchester doesn’t seem to be a patient man.”

The mention of his name made you stop. You had been actively trying not to think of him, because if you did, then you’d have to also evaluate what you felt for him. Abby’s estimation seemed accurate from her standpoint, but your experience of him, the actual him, contrasted vastly from anything she’d ever said.

“Now don’t just stand there ogling at the mirror,” Abby fussed, thrusting the dress in your hand. “Put it on. The clock’s already pointing at 8.”

Fifteen minutes later, you walked into an already full dining room, bustling with conversation– mostly just men in suits talking to one another. Sam sat with his back straight, deep in conversation with a man you had never seen before. Unfortunately, this time the only empty chair was the one next to Sam. Trying not to draw too much attention, you quietly took the seat.

Next to you, Sam politely excused himself from the conversation to acknowledge you with a deliberate nod and then went back to the man in the expensive suit. You tried to keep up with their talk, but it all felt so dry that you found yourself slipping away from the now, going back to the poetry you had been reading in the afternoon- The Ballad of Semmerwater by Sir William Watson. Such a sad tale of an entire kingdom sinking to the depths of water because of the ungratefulness of its people. But did the kingdom not have one good soul? Not even an innocent child that deserved to live?

Next to you, Sam’s hand resting on the table moved, a finger lightly tapping the table, followed by pats till the pattern emerged.

T-O-O B-O-R-I-N-G

Pressing your lips so as to not smile, you inched your hand forward, mirroring his pose and actions.

Y-O-U C-A-N-T S-T-O-P T-H-I-S?

A small sigh escaped his lips, the man before babbling on, completely clueless. Sam’s fingers moved again.

N-O-T R-E-A-L-L-Y

The conversation droned on and on and though Sam’s face looked bland, you could see the way his jaw twitched. Jesus, he was miserable.

Y-O-U W-A-N-T T-O G-E-T O-U-T?

He didn’t waste a moment before tapping, P-L-E-A-S-E

You gave it a couple of minutes, then bent over the table, clutching your forehead.

“Are you feeling alright, my dear?” The old man seated beside you asked.

“It’s my head,” you groaned, making your voice dull.

The chair next to you creaked and Sam was up in a second. You slumped further into your hands. “I’m feeling faint.”

“I hope you’ll excuse me, gentlemen,” said Sam, sounding believably worried. “I should help my wife upstairs. Please stay and enjoy the desserts.”

He placed his hands on either side of your shoulders and for a minute you forgot everything except the places on your skin where his fingers pressed.

“C’mon,” he whispered in your ear, leading you out. And then you breathed in his heady cologne, the sort that made you want to turn around in his arms and pull him closer. Good thing that you reached the hallway before your common sense completely abandoned you.

Sam let go of you instantly.

“That,” he said grinning from ear to ear, “was awesome.”

You stood there, watching him look years younger just because of one smile. His eyes, full of warmth, regarded you with the kind of appreciation you hadn’t experienced in a while. No, he wasn’t scanning your body up and down. He appraised you with an acknowledgement of your intellect.

“Let’s move before one of them finds us lurking here and pulls me back inside.” He ushered you up the staircase and out of the dining room’s view.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” you murmured, following him. “But isn’t this your house? And wasn’t that your dinner? Why do you have to run away from it?”

He didn't break stride as he answered. “It’s a formality I can’t get myself out of– the monthly dinners for the board of directors.”

“It’s a shame then that you managed to look so convincingly interested.”

“Maybe it is,” he replied. The two of you had made it to the landing of the third floor.

“I’ll ask Martha to send something up to your room for dinner,” he said. “If that’s okay with you?”

You nodded, then asked impulsively. “What will you do with the evening off?”

He appeared surprised at your question, but answered anyway, “Probably read.”

“What’re you reading?”

“Just started The Fountainhead. By Ayn Rand.”

“You’re kidding!”

He blinked, if possible, more surprised than before and you realised you had said the words out loud. “I most certainly am not.”

The Fountainhead was pretty much a rite of passage in architecture school. One would be very severely judged if they hadn’t read that book.

“Tell me what you think of it when you’re done,” you said, instead of explaining your reaction.

He dipped his head once in acknowledgement, a lock of hair casually escaping the part as he did so. “I will.”

You had almost reached the first door– his bedroom– when Sam stopped, hesitating. “I have something for you.”

“Me?” You squeaked, several scenarios, possible and impossible, running through your head.

He gave a small smile at your worried expression. “It’s just a little thing,” he said, hand on the doorknob. “Would you like to come in?”

Though he was giving you the option to decline, you knew very well you didn’t have one. Objects don’t have opinions.

You nodded slowly and Sam opened the door of his room. The darkness within was soon illuminated when he turned on the lights and motioned for you to follow him in. When you did, your jaw nearly hit the floor.

The suite’s layout was pretty much an exact mirror image of yours. A seating room leading to a proper bedroom vestibule, divided by a wide arched door. Except, due to the positioning, this one didn’t have a balcony like yours, just a window in its stead. However, apart from the floor plan, nothing else was similar in any estimation of the word. You didn’t know what exactly you had expected of Sam’s room from the nightly noises but it wasn’t this… the walls were pretty much bare. The seating area held only two wooden chairs and an elongated, old couch with a small reading table. No paintings adorned the walls, no pretty wallpaper or heavy drapes. In fact, the sitting room didn’t have curtains at all. The bedroom vestibule mostly lay hidden from view, but from what you could see through the door, it barely held much beyond a bed. Fourposter, but with none of the extravagance of yours. A simple mattress, a thin bed frame hung with netted fabric. The table next to it, however, was loaded with books, overflowing to the point where columns of books stood stacked on the floor next to it. From here, you couldn’t see the names on the spines. The vestibule windows must have curtains. How else would he sleep in the morning?

But Sam woke up early, you knew that now.

Even the floor was thinly carpeted in a generic brown matt carpet, nowhere as luxuriant as the lush faux fur in your room.

“Please have a seat,” he said politely before disappearing into the bedroom. You noticed he hadn’t shut the main door behind him, leaving it ajar, just enough for you to see the corridor outside.

Sam returned with a rectangular folder in his hand, and when he offered it to you, a gasp left your lips. You took it from him reverently, fingers trailing over the finely stitched mountboard, clad in a soft velvet cloth with satin strings going up on either side to tie it up. The design on top grabbed your attention– two entwined peacocks embroidered in gold and inlaid with beads. Tugging the strings, you opened the folder, revealing a bunch of your sketches neatly placed inside.

“You have a real talent,” he said in that deep, deep voice. “It deserves to be preserved. I figured you would like a portfolio.”

Blinking your eyes rapidly, you managed to croak. “It was you, wasn’t it? … you put the pencils and colours in the library desk.”

He shrugged, “As I said, you have a talent. It warrants more than old sheets of paper and a broken pen.”

Slowly, you sat down on one of the wooden chairs, unsure of your legs. “Why?” you hissed, unable to keep the anger at bay. “Why am I here? Why did you… did you…” The sentence hung in the air, incomplete but perfectly clear.

You watched him slowly sink into the chair opposite yours, silent… until you met his gaze with your bitter one. Sam’s eyes were clear and he hadn’t yet evaded your question, but looking into them made your heart speed up again, it messed with your head, made it hard to hold on to your anger.

“I want you to understand this,” he said, finally, “And I want you to understand this for good. You’re safe here. Your privacy will never be invaded in this house and your comfort will never be compromised.” The way his gaze roved over your face, hinted that he was recording your every change in expression.

“Then why?”

“I won’t lie to you, because you deserve better than that, but I can’t tell you the truth either. Not right now anyway. Just know that there’s something you can help me with. Think of this as an arrangement in a way that traditional contracts work.”

“Traditional contracts are between a person offering services and another receiving them.”

Sam flinched at the sharpness of your words; you continued, uncaring. “I’m not offering you the services I’m supposed to be specialised in. What’re you getting out of this?”

He shook his head as if dispelling a notion. “Forgive me,” he said. “Not a contract. Not services. I worded it all wrong. Think of this as a favour then. A huge favour you’d be doing me. It’s not coming yet, and we’ll get to it when we get to it, but I swear, I would never do anything to hurt you.” He swallowed, looking down. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

And you believed him without a hint of a doubt, you believed his every word.

“And when this is all over,” he said, “You’re free to go your separate way… legally. Alimony and all.”

Unable to believe your ears, you mumbled. “But you paid–”

“No. That doesn’t count.” His voice was cold steel, dangerous for the first time since you’d heard it, full of seething hatred. Though relieved that steel wasn’t aimed at you, a shiver still ran up your spine. “You’re doing me a favour and I’d like to be able to repay you for that.”

“I don’t even know what I’ll be doing,” you said. “What if I mess it up? What if I can’t do it?”

“Then that’s that. We tried and it didn’t work out. Doesn’t change anything. You still get your freedom and you still get the alimony.”

You wanted to cry. You wanted to break down because this was exactly what you had dreamed of in the cold cell, some Prince Charming would ride in, save you from the pain and the blood, and whisk you away to his castle. Of course, you knew even then that it was all just a fever dream. That Prince Charming didn’t exist. Even if someone looked like that, they didn’t actually own a castle. Even if they did, they wouldn’t actually care for someone like you.

Prince Charming got Cinderella. Yes, she wasn’t rich, Yes, she cleaned chamber pots, but she didn’t sleep with men for a living. You didn’t even make a living out of that.

And most of all, Cinderella didn’t have two little kids being held at gunpoint in a boarding school somewhere.

But what pained you the most was how sincerely Sam cared. In his own silent way, he had cared more about you than anyone had in years. He hadn’t flung his favours in your face. No, quietly, he’d managed to give you the best room in the house, furnished it better than any other, even his own. He’d actually seen your hidden wishes, heard your unspoken words and tried to make it better for you in his own sweet way.

For all his kindness, you couldn’t even tell him how delusional he was in thinking you could ever be free. The prickling returned in the corner of your eyes. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to throw yourself into his arms and sob your heart out, ask him to fuck all that money, and just save your brother and sister. Do something, do anything. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t break down and you sure as hell couldn’t tell him about the kids.

“Hey?” He said softly, urging you to look up at him. “And don’t think you’re not doing anything for me. I wouldn’t have survived half those dinners if it weren’t for you.”

“I didn’t do anything,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes, hoping he wouldn’t see the moisture there.

“You did more than enough,” he said gently.

Sam walked you out of the front door as if the connecting door didn’t exist. But then again, he’d been so cautious with your privacy, maybe you should allow him the same and not step into his bedroom.

It was barely ten steps between the doors but you found yourself dragging your feet, already missing his company.

And when you turned to say goodbye, the torn look on his face had you frowning.

“Y/N,” he whispered, “as long as we’re both here, we could at least be friends, right?”

The corridor started caving in around you a little, your throat hurting painfully.

“Or not,” he added lightly as an afterthought when the silence stretched.

“You- you called me–”

“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “I shouldn’t have assumed that it’s okay to call you by your name. I won’t–”

“No!” You shouted, startling him. “Say it again.”

He frowned. “Say what?”

“My name. Say my name again.”

“Y/N,” he said simply.

He must think you were crazy, but you still wanted him to say it again and again and again, not remembering the last someone had called you that; the last time it was Y/N instead of bitch, or whore or Mrs. Winchester and Miss. You thought you would forget the sound of your name. And when he said it, it sounded more than just a name… it resurrected a part of your identity.

Sam must’ve understood. He placed his hand very lightly on your shoulder, where he had placed it earlier while ushering you out of the dining room. But this time he did so slowly, giving you every opportunity to back off if you wanted to. You didn’t.

Funny how your heart knew even before his fingers brushed your skin. “Good night, Y/N. Knock if you need anything.”

You nodded. “Good night, Sam.”

He smiled when you said his name. Friends called each other by their names, right?

Turning the knob, you slipped in and closed the door with a last smile aimed at him. You waited right there, listening to his receding footsteps, then the sound of his door against the frame. When all was quiet, you slid down to the soft carpet, hand placed over your chest, trying to tame the frantic beating.

You understood the response of your heart better now. With it, you also understood the anger you had been harbouring towards Sam and the reason why. The memory of his brief touch had your stomach feeling funny and that itself was so new, you clutched your middle to make it stop. And it scared you… it scared you so much. Because if Sam had been the monster you first thought him to be, you might have still survived the abuse and torture, but this feeling? Liking him might just destroy you for real.

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mimzy-writing-online · 3 years ago

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You probably know this by now, I don't know if you keep up with Whumptober, but one of the prompts this year includes "blindness". I'm not blind but based on your posts about writing blind characters, and based on how I would feel if one of my disabilities were used as a whump prompt, I'm not super comfortable with it. I was wondering what your thoughts are on blindness being a Whumptober prompt.

(unironically and with feeling) thanks, I hate it.

Yes, I’m familiar with Whumptober, but I’ve never participated myself and I haven’t seen this year’s prompts.

Edit: I later did see the prompts and check out the blog. I think it's a good set of prompts and I look forward to all the promising content, especially since some of my favorite tropes are there. To be clear before you read this, I have no problem with Whumptober2021 or whump in general. This is not the first time blindness has been included for a list of whump prompts, and it won't be the last.

This post directed at the concept of "blindness" as a whump prompt and why I think it's a bad idea. The intended audience is individual writers thinking about future projects.

The timing of this is almost too perfect because I read a fanfic earlier this week that would meet that prompt exactly. Tags included whump, blindness, and angst with a happy ending. Now whump, hurt/comfort, and angst with a happy ending are tags I enjoy reading, but blindness as whump has a specific message to it.

To explain that message, I want to discuss what whump is. Many readers are already familiar with the genre, but I think taking the specific definitions and picking apart what it means and what expectations we carry when reading whump fanfiction

Urban Dictionary defines it as: taking a character and putting them through physical and/or mental torment and is typically followed by the same character being treated for their traumas. To indicate the characters place in the situation they’d typically be called a whumpee (the character being hurt/comforted), the whumper (the character that causes harm and trauma), and the caretaker (the character designated the helping/healing/comforting the whumpee).

Fanlore has a page for whump that explains it in depth, including where it started in fanfiction, examples of whump, and even a list of “popular targets” in different fandoms. (Warning: you might find yourself called out on the popular targets list)

“The term whump (or whumping) generally refers to a form of Hurt/Comfort that is heavy on the hurt and is often found in gen stories. The exact definition varies and has evolved over time. Essentially, whump involves taking a canon character, and placing them in physically painful or psychologically-damaging scenarios. Often this character is a fan favorite…”

To add to that, I think an important detail is the distinction Fanlore makes between hurt/comfort and whump:

“While some communities and fandoms may use whump as a synonym for hurt/comfort, there is still a recognition that whump refers to darker and more extreme scenarios. And there are still whump fics been written that have very little, or no comfort at the end of the story.”

The big appeal of hurt/comfort is getting to both explore the darker sides of pain and then experience the catharsis of being taken care of, of being supported by your loved ones as you recover from the trauma. The character is the proxy for experiencing those highs and lows while you yourself are safe at home.

I personally don’t read much/any whump without some h/c involved, but I’m happy there are stories out there for people who do enjoy it. I’m not here to judge what you like reading or what you do to your characters.

What I want is to express how blindness, my disability, used as a whump prompt personally makes me feel and what message it sends to me, to others, and how that message affects my daily life.

Whump undeniably involves watching a character suffer through something painful and traumatic.

My use of the word “suffer” is what I want you to focus on.

Vision loss can be painful and traumatic. I personally developed an anxiety disorder in response to vision loss. Others experience depression. For some it might result in relapsing into old, maladaptive coping mechanisms like drug use, self harm, or eating disorders.

A big part of my anxiety was how people reacted to my vision loss. It was a cause of their stress. They were worried because they genuinely believed I would never live a happy life without normal vision, and that my life would only be struggle and pain.

I recently saw an old friend who hadn’t heard about my vision loss. The conversation was awkward, but the worst part was how they reacted as though I had experienced an insurmountable tragedy. And even when I assured them I’m happy with my life, they clearly didn’t believe me. They acted like I was just lying or in denial.

I love that people want to empathize with my situation and ask themselves what they would do in my situation, but I hate when the conclusion they come to is something along the lines of “I could never do that, I’d be too miserable thinking about everything I lost, I’d never be able to do anything I enjoyed ever again.” But I did go blind. And I’m not miserable, I’m actually happy with the direction my life is going, and I still enjoy my hobbies, even if I engage with them differently.

I’m not suffering. My life didn’t end with vision loss. It’s not ruined, broken, or worthless.

I read a fanfic that was tagged with whump, blindness, and angst with a happy ending. A general synopsis of the plot: the whumpee had gone blind due to a curse. It was true love’s kiss that broke the curse. Even from the summary I knew it was going to end with whumpee being cured somehow and that I’d leave that fanfic vaguely dissatisfied no matter how good the rest of the fanfic was.

I can say this for the fanfic: the whumpee had already accepted that they would likely be blind for the rest of their life, but everyone around them was treating it as a tragedy that needed to be fixed, working tirelessly for a cure despite the whumpee’s protests that they didn’t have to.

It actually hit home to my personal experience.

I still left it dissatisfied with the ending. I might love curse fics in that fandom, and I love the “true love’s kiss” trope, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the fact that: an actual person out in the world thought the best happy ending, maybe the only happy ending, would be if the character got their sight back.

(note: I clicked kudos and exited out of the story's page because no fanfic writer deserves unsolicited critique or hate, especially for content I consumed for free and at my own volition.)

Why read a story I knew would disappoint me?

Because blindness representation is so damn rare that I feel like I’m wandering in a desert, dying from thirst and desperate for that oasis. But sometimes that oasis is a mirage and the author is unintentionally telling you that your life is actually awful and you’ll never be fully happy like this. And that is a shit mentality to walk through life with.

I don’t appreciate blindness being a whump plot. I hate it. Hundreds (thousands?) of fanfictions featuring blind characters are about to enter the internet and the overall message is going to be “You poor thing! You must be in so much pain, you must be miserable! Who’s going to save you? Who’s going to comfort you? Wouldn’t it be terrible if there was no one in your life to take care of you? You poor helpless thing!”

And I feel objectified. I feel trivialized. The mirage in the desert is going to become a starch, empty room filled with dozens of water bottles, almost all of them poisoned. My representation is going to hurt me personally, and it’s going to reinforce that idea strangers have about how awful my life must be.

(I returned to school this past month, and every day I’m hesitant to tell someone I’m visually impaired because I don’t want to be treated differently. If I’ve managed to pass as sighted this whole time and then suddenly reveal “oh yeah, I’m visually impaired” I feel this instant silence, this pause of awkwardness as people suddenly question how they’re supposed to treat me. They treated me like a person, and now I’m something strange and unfamiliar.)

I’ve worked so hard to improve representation for blind people, to give internet strangers the exposure to a blind person they need to normalize blindness because I hope that if they’re ever so lucky as to meet a blind person, they’ll treat that person with respect. That hope that another person in the blind community will find a friend they feel comfortable and accepted with. I hope that I’ll meet people who accept my blindness as just another aspect of me (like being bisexual or gender fluid or a writer or a cat lover).

Please don’t turn me and my community into a caricature. Don’t erase everything I’ve worked for with this blog.

To be clear, this is not just me saying "I hate the cure trope" again. This is me saying "the purpose of whump is to painfully hurt your favorite character, and I hate that your idea of pain and suffering is my daily (wonderful) life."

#blindness #whumptober #fanfiction #whump #whumptober 2021 #blind character #disability #ableism #anon

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taintedsoul-if · 2 years ago

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Hi hi! Miss Softheartedlady 😆🤗

LOL all of these Trysten/Trista asks makes me sad for my MC

Karma will find its way to Trysten/Trista and Yesenia 😈 I can feel it 👀🤭

Btw, can we have a small theater where we burn these two in our minds, I would love to see that even tho it's only an imagination 😂😈🔥

You mentioned that we can't kill Yesenia then is it possible for Cadmus/Atticus to kill her well... since they're ancient and powerful? 👀 jk but "what if" do you think it's possible? (without the protagonist's halo)

I would love to try all the ROs routes but I can't find myself trying Trysten/Trista route. it's just... I can't handle their personality and how they treat MC and the angst my God 😂🏃‍♀️ tho I love the angst when it comes to Cadmus 🤭 I don't think I can handle these tortures... For me, Trysten/Trista is an example of a big walking red flag 🏃‍♀️🥲🚩🚩🚩🚨

Hi. ☺.

Oh Yes! Karma will be fucking Trysten/Trista a hundred ways into next week!

When Yesenia finds out that the MC is currently seeing someone else, she's going to try to work her charm on the RO the MC is dating. When Yesenia met Atticus for the first time, a few years ago she felt as if a powerful man like that should belong to her. He should kneel at her feet and do her every bidding! Yesenia has tried to enter Atticus mind once, just so that she could rewrite a few of his memories. When Yesenia entered his sea of consciousness, what she saw terrified her to the core. In the dark, a pair of [REDACTED] looked at her. "Next time we'll kill you if you ever attempt to do something like this." An ominous maniacal voice said, from out of the darkness. Yesenia went mad for one day, tormented by images of carnivorous creatures feasting on her body. What she saw that day, nobody knows but ever since then, she keeps herself far far away from Atticus.

Cadmus and Atticus don't even need to raise their hand to deal with such a small fish. Just one command, is all they need. "Die." And Yesenia will be plummeting to her death. So yes and yes it is possible. 👀👀

I love me some Cadmus angst too. He shouted at the MC in chapter1. My heart felt very uncomfortable! I felt myself shed a small drop of tears. I couldn't help wondering why he was so mean to them. Depending on the choices readers choose, it will either raise these stats Romance. Friendship. Resentment. 👀👀.

Tell me about it! I've had someone ask me over and over again why I made them an RO?! I don't like this character one bit. 🙄. ME neither, when I was thinking about this character, I told myself not every RO should have a happy ending. A new soul entered the body, with that being said if a reader decides to go after the life the OH lived in the past, let them experience exactly what the OH experienced in their past life. Because being with Trysten/Trista is an act of betrayal! But still, I am recommending this route, cause I am going all out. Soon there'll be little anons sending in ask in my box, with tears, snot, and blood dripping down their little faces. 🤣😂. I'll probably be on their hate list soon. But I am owning it! *struts around like a peacock.*

Little threatre:

Yesenia: Who?

Trysten/Trista: *trying to free hand* You're quite bold! Whomever you are, let us go and we'll keep our mouths shut about what happened here.

MC: ...... *walks out of the darkness*

Trysten/Trista: MC let us go.

MC: *snorted a laugh* tusk. Tusk. Tusk. Your royal highness, this is what my mother felt like when your royal family cornered her, making her feel as if she had no choice. *aggressively squeeze Trysten/Trista's cheek* did you have fun? Did you have fun sucking the life out of her?

Trysten/Trista: *grits teeth*

MC: I want you and your white lotus to feel what my mother felt in her last moments.

Yesenia: *tensed* wh-what do you mean.

MC: *removes a glowing purple flame from pocket* I got this from an old man, I saved a few months back. He said that this flame is very dangerous, before humans were bestowed the powers of the gods, this was used to torture them. I heard that it's twice as harsh when used on a Phasron. So I kept it, just in case it might come in handy one day.

Trysten/Trista: y-you put that down.

MC: the old man said, first it burns the bones in one's body to ash, then the internal organ, slowly it will melt the skin off their body. 🤔 not sure if he was telling the truth, so let's try it first on Yesenia, and you and I will watch it together. *heart eyes*.

Yesenia: *cries pitifully* your royal highness save me!

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Alright thank you for the ask and have a wonderful day! Sorry, it took me a bit of time to answer... 👀👀

#Atticus #Cadmus #romance routes #ask #Little threatre

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havin-a-wee · 4 years ago

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If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

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yeppeudau · 3 years ago

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Chapter 3.5: movie night

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⎙synopsis: In which you and Soobin have a crush on the others bff, who which coincidentally, are dating. So you do what any other people with a common goal would, and try to break them up. Except it doesn't go exactly as planned...

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Tonight was the night, movie night. Once a month the four of you, yourself, Beomgyu, Areum, and Soobin would get together, Usually at Areum's house since her parents weren't home much, like tonight. The boys always brought the snacks while you two would get the living room and movies ready for the night.

You really enjoyed it, getting to hangout with the two people you liked most. It was basically like Soobin wasn't there if you ignored him hard enough.

For sometime since Beomgyu and Areum started dating you really hadn't gotten to spend much time with either of them. You say both of them but deep down you know you really mean Beomgyu.

Not that you didn't want to hangout with your best friend just as much. But to be fair you've just known him longer. Since middle school to be exact, on top of that the two of you were pretty close back then too. Thats probably one of the reasons your silly crush on him began, you were always together, and you liked it that way. Always being with him and the others. Even when Areum appeared in the picture you and Beomgyu were still close, at first.

But thinking about all that was for another day, today you just wanted to focus on not making it painfully obvious you had a crush on your best friend's boyfriend.

While you thought you were pretty good at it, all of your friends would say otherwise "Yn quit staring at the poor boy already" you can still hear the drawn out groan from Ryujin. "noona please you're drooling" you remember that one from Taehyun. You get that you might have had a bit of a staring problem but drooling? No way.

As you were making your way to the student council room to meet up with Areum you couldn't help but think about tonight. Not that you were particularly worried about anything, well maybe you were. You didn't want to blow it, as much as you denied the "being obvious" allegations you knew there was truth behind it.

You let out a heavy sigh, so heavy you end up bumping into someone "Ah- sorry!-" You look up to see who bumped into "Oh its you" you try to deadpan. And by "you" you mean Beomgyu, ofc it was him, the one person who has been on your mind non stop, if you were paying attention you would of realized you reached the student council room already so obviouslyit would be him.

"Hey what do you mean "its you" sound more excited y/n!" he pouts playfully waiting for you to humor him, so you do "Oh my bad, Ahem- Oh my goodness it's Choi Beomgyu I've bumped into!" You exaggerate every ounce, even putting your hands up in false surprise, and he laughs, a very angelic laugh might you add. A smile grows on your face, his laughter has always been contagious, especially for you and you didn't mind that. He loved to see people laughing and smiling because of him who were you to deny him that?

You assume you've been in thought too long again when you finally notice Beomgyu waving his hand in front of you, he's a little close than before and just that is enough to make your heartbeat quicken "Y/n you're too deep in thought again you're going to bump into someone!" You role your eyes taking a slight step back as to put a little distance in between the two of you for your own sake "We're standing still gyu I can't bump into anyone-"

"Watch who you're backing into idiot" You freeze for a moment letting out another sigh already knowing who that voice belongs to. Turning around you look to see none other than what you'd like to call "the man god sent to torment you" aka Choi Soobin. The name is a little dramatic you know, but to be fair you're 100% sure the feeling is mutual.

You open your mouth to retort "How about not walking behind people who are clearly backing up you telephone pole"

He rolls his eyes in response in clear annoyance "Well since I'm such a "telephone pole" its hard to see things under 5 feet" oh you glare at him, you glare at him hard, you weren't even under 5ft, unbelievable. "Oh? now you suddenly have a problem with people under 5 feet? " Soobin's eyes widen slightly knowing who you're talking about, he's about to say something again but he's interrupted before he can get a word in "Hey guys!!" speak of the devil.

"Hey Areum!" you smile happily, giving Soobin one last knowing look before meeting Areum to hug her. Though it seems to end all to quickly as she pulls away to give Beomgyu a hug as well, not missing the way their hands immediately found each other. You shift uncomfortably as you glance over at Soobin to see if he noticed, he did. Nudging him lightly you signal for him to stop staring as Areum started to speak again "Are you guys excited for tonight? Its been so long I can't wait!" Every word exclaimed with a smile from her. The three of you nod in unison, after a little chatting all of you start heading out. Honestly besides all your worrying, you were really excited to have a movie night again.

As per planned, everyone went back home to change out of your school clothes. Luckily you only lived about 10 minutes away from Areum so you were in no rush. Once you were all ready you headed out to your best friend's house.

Once Beomgyu and Soobin had arrived at Areum's house with the bags of snacks in hand, it wasn't long before you all got comfy in the livingroom. The couple was sat between you and Soobin, mostly so the two of you didn't start bothering one another.

The plan to watch horror movies didn't last long, after about halfway through the second movie you all decided that it was getting too much for the four of you to handle, if all of you holding onto each other was any indicator. So you all opted for watching the princess bride instead. It was your first time watching it so you were really absorbed watching it. But your focus broke when Soobin sits beside you, you didn't even notice he got up earlier, why is he sitting over on

your side of the couch? You turn with a raised eyebrow at him, he looked back at you with a knowing look motioning his head in the direction past you. Turning your head to look over, you're not sure what you expected to see but either way you feel your chest tighten at the sight of the couple looking so snug together having their own conversation, in their own world. Its not loud enough to fully hear, and you don't want to hear it either. You decide turning your head back to the tv would be the best option for your heart, but not before you glance back at Soobin who's just on his phone; you wonder how he feels for a moment but not for long as you draw your attention back to the movie and chips in your hand.

Later in the night with all the movies that were queued finished, and all the snacks were gone, some pictures taken and some games played. The four of you decided on finishing the night with a game of uno, well in truth you still hadn't one a round so you decided on pairs this time around, promising this would be the last game. You and Areum were on the verge of winning, or so you thought, but not before Beomgyu jolted up yelling "UNO!!" and high fiving Soobin like an all too excited child, making the rest of you burst out laughing

Once the last match was over everyone started cleaning up, only making conversation here and there but there wasn't too much chatter since everyone was pretty tired. About half an hour later everything was officially done and tidy now. Beomgyu, Soobin, along with yourself head toward the door saying your goodbyes to your bestfriend, reassuring that you all enjoyed your night together, and that you'll all check into the group chat once you were home. The three of you happily went your separate ways.

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♡a/n: wooo the first written chapter of best friends!! omg I've never struggled so hard writing something outside of school 😭 originally this chapter way 1.9k so had to chop that. tbh I'm not exactly happy with this but i think i did okay for a first attempt! Ill try to keep written chapters to a minimum haha, anyway feedback is appreciated!! ty for reading <3

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sevendeadlymorons · 4 years ago

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Hello! How are you? Can you do head-canons for the bros (and in-undateables if you want) with a teen MC (like 13-16) pls? Like how they act when they meet them, how they act now, specific head-canons like that y’know? ONLY PLATONIC OR FAMILY-LIKE RELATIONSHIPS no romantic or sexual ones because that’s ✨gross✨ Anyway, thank you for your time and if you don’t want to do this I completely understand! Have a nice day lovely!😘

This ones so sweet so I honestly can’t wait to get started. Hope yer having a great day, love x

FYI: let’s say Belphie wasn’t trapped in the attic for this HC just to make it so that he didn’t murder a child-

Brothers + Dateables Reaction to Teen MC

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Lucifer

When he first chose you for the exchange program, he kind of expected someone... older?

But instead here you were, another chihuahua

To his surprise, you had your calm moments but you also had your energetic moments where you and Mammon would cause problems upon problems around the house

To say you got annoying quickly would be an understatement, but weirdly, he saw you as his own kid and he did anything to protect you

If you were upset, he was straight at your side with a cup of hot chocolate and asking who made you upset, just like a worried parent would

He felt so relieved when after a couple months passed you began to calm down and sit with him and just talk about life and how you’re handling RAD

The first time you gave him a hug he was genuinely surprised and wasn’t sure what to do but he honestly could’ve cried

Mammon

As soon as he saw you he just went straight to the chihuahua jokes. He loved your size cause it meant he could use you as his arm rest whenever he wanted

Immediately took you under his wing and became an older brother figure to you, keeping you safe and rarely letting anyone touch you

He’s like the cool older brother you’ve always wanted who buys you little gifts every now and again as a surprise and makes you laugh all the time

He loves how energetic you are and how much fun you two have together tormenting his brothers

Seeing you sad is something he never wants to see, and I can promise you that sadness will not last long with Mammon by your side

Any type of affection you give him makes him so so happy, like hearing a child say their first word

Honestly though, he likes the chill side of you too where you two can just sit back, watch a movie and say “it’s you” at every unattractive character the both of you come across

Leviathan

Children really wasn’t his thing and he was not expecting to have to look after the exchange student

But after a while, you turned out to be pretty cool since you two shared a lot of hobbies together and you even cosplay with him on certain occasions

He’s a literal older brother figure to you and it makes him elated to have you as his Henry

You two shop for endless useless crap on Akuzon together and get yelled at by Lucifer for blocking the entrance with all the boxes

He’s comfortable around you, especially as you eventually began to calm down and the only thing you wanted to do was stay up all night and laze around in his bedroom all day

If you were ever sad, he’ll quickly turn on your favourite anime or movie and wrap you up in a huge blanket. He never wants to see you upset

You may have given him a heart attack the first time you hugged him though but he was so close to crying, it may’ve been the best day of his life

Satan

Energetic short stack as the new exchange student? No thanks

Sort of just attempted to avoid you the first couple days but you kept on following him, asking him so many questions

But after a while, he began to gradually warm up to you and even shared some of his books with you and read them to you when you had trouble sleeping

The bond he has with you isn’t exactly brotherly, it’s more like the chill uncle that gives you extremely old shit that you never knew you needed

He lowkey protects you with his life though. If someone says something mean to you, he’s the first person who’s at your aid

If you’re upset, he’ll sort that problem out super fast. You won’t be sad on his watch

Didn’t know how to respond the first time you gave him a hug so he pat your head and then it kinda stuck so now whenever you hug him, he gives your head a gentle pat

Asmodeus

Nobody really thought having you around Asmo was a good idea, but actually, you two weren’t a bad match

He definitely without a doubt had that favourite gay brother vibe where he’d dress you up pretty and talk to you about relationships and emotions

He always made you feel good about yourself and made it his mission to never see you sad or lonely

If you ever were, he’ll be like your personal servant until you weren’t. Gifts, words of affirmation, quality time, he’d do anything to see you stay happy

Brought you gifts home occasionally and asked you to try them on if the gift was clothes or accessories and let you try his perfume and lip gloss from time to time

Seeing you gradually grow as you became more comfortable with his brothers and him was such a proud moment for him

He gave you the biggest hug back when you first gave him a hug, he was so excited

Beelzebub

Same with Asmo, nobody thought it was a good idea being around him, especially with his tendencies to eat just about anything

But he was alright with you, he walmed up to you pretty quick and soon took you under his wing like he had another little sibling to look after

Brought you snacks whenever you asked him to and made sure you had a smile on your face constantly

He got so worried if you were upset and even got a little upset himself, so he’d spent more time with you and tell you how great you are until you were happy

If you asked him to, he’d lift you up onto his shoulders and walk around with you just to hear you laugh and feel so tall compared to all the others

Watching you settle down from being this once energetic kid to a calmer one was heartwarming to him and he now enjoys nothing more than sitting back, sharing snacks and throwing popcorn into your mouth when you two watch a movie

He actually cried when you hugged him, no joke, this man was close to sobbing

Belphegor

Another annoying chihuahua around? He’ll pass...

It’s not like he ever actually sees any of his brothers anyway since he sleeps so much, but you just wouldn’t leave him alone for some reason

Sometimes he’d unknowingly wake up to you on the opposite side of the bed after joining him in a nap or on the floor playing on your phone waiting for him to wake up so you could talk to him

After a while, he sort of just got used to you being around him and even enjoyed waking up to find you laying on the ground on your phone

Sometimes you were a bit too energetic for his liking but spending the nights awake with you were always his favourite parts of the day

Once he found you sat in a ball on his floor crying and he’d never gotten up from a nap faster as he sat next to you with a blanket, continuously telling you jokes until you finally smiled

Wasn’t too bothered about you hugging him for the first time, he just smiled, pat your head and went back to sleep

Diavolo

Never expected such a young person to be the new exchange student but he welcomed you with open arms either way

He found it interesting how you didn’t fear any of them at first glance so visited you often to check up on you

Eventually Diavolo visited every day, asking you about RAD and life in the Devildom and even brought you cakes that Barbatos made sometimes

He became a dad figure to you, protecting you and giving you special Prince privileges like allowing you to come over any time you liked

Couldn’t stand the days you came over with a frown on your face from having a bad day at RAD and made sure you were totally comfortable and happy by his side for the rest of the day

It was always a pleasure to see you come over with Barbatos by your side and smile so widely when you see him, it made his heart ache

He may’ve gotten too excited when you first hugged him and squeezed you a bit too hard. The man hasn’t hugged anyone in a while though so can you blame him?

Barbatos

Never expected a human this young to pop out of the portal

But like everybody else, he accepted you as part of the Devildom now and was the very first person to send you a welcome text

He slowly began to become interested in you and visited from time to time; bringing round treats that he’d made at the castle

Schedules little cooking days with you and Luke and loves how you both help him in the kitchen and adores how much you smile when you apply icing to your cakes

Becomes the person you go to when you have something on your mind and he normally drops everything when you come to visit just so he can talk to you

Seeing you sad makes him sad too, so he helps you as best as he can, no matter what he was previously doing. You’re what’s most important right now

Hugs aren’t particularly his thing but a hug from you always makes his day so much better

Simeon

Another child? He’s sorta glad it’s not him who has to look after you since he already has Luke

Well in the end, he sorta does mainly look after you after the amount of times you visit him unannounced

He’s without a doubt the sweet and accepting dad figure to you as he always listens and he understands and he always knows how to cheer you up

You won’t be sad for long with him by your side, he’s just got that vibe about him. It’s imposible to stay upset

Takes you to little cafés when you’re sad and likes to join you and Luke when you’re cooking with Barbatos

Gets emotional when he sees you grow to become apart of every ones life and become so at home and attached to everyone around you

He’ll never forget that first hug you gave him, it reminds him of when Luke gives him one when he gets lonely so he loved every second of it

Solomon

Started to tease you straight away. It can’t be helped when you’re almost the same size as Luke

Never expected to get so close to you and now he’s willingly to protect you with his life. Crazy

You can’t stay sad when he’s around, it’s not possible. He knows exactly how to cheer you up and doesn’t stop until he sees that frown of yours disappear

Comes to visit you once in a while when he has time just to cause trouble around the house and piss off the brothers and chat with you and Asmo

Now Solomon is the definition of cool uncle. He’ll show you shit that’ll make your day, bring you gifts and stupid unnecessary items and just make you laugh so hard that your stomach will hurt

Still teases you from time to time and you become his arm rest for the rest of the year, but on the plus side, he teleports you to the human world to get icecream

Never thought he’d see the day where he’d get a hug, especially from you, so he made it last as long as he could. It felt nice to be appreciated

Luke

Unsurprisingly, you two got along straight away, I mean, two short people in the Devildom gotta stick together, right?

Pretty much began to live at eachothers house with the amount of times you two would visit

Protects you from the demons at least twice a day and tries his best to swat away Solomon and Mammon from leaning on your head

Becomes your new younger brother and he’ll do anything to keep you safe as well as happy and laughing

His heart hurt when he sees his new friend sad, so he asks Simeon if he could take the two of you to get your favourite treats and he’s relieved when he sees you smile again

His favourite days are when you two bake cakes with Barbatos, he likes hanging around with you because you make everything more fun

Couldn’t believe it when you hugged him for the first time and couldn’t help hugging you tighter so it was like watching two little kids see eachother for the first time in months

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me dateables

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slasherrabbitmadness · 4 years ago

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What would it be like if slachers were yandere for the reader? How different would he be from his original self?

Here you go, Anon! Some Yandere headcanons! Female Reader!

Underthecut - NSFW, Dubcon, mentions killing. Forced family.

Michael Myers (JCs or RZs) Lester Sinclair, Bo Sinclair.

Michael Myers

SFW

Besides Brahms, he's King Yandere of the Slashers.

Before you met Michael, he knows almost everything about you. He's been watching you for months.

Shocked when he shows up with your favorite coffee or tea, you just started dating him and never revealed your favorite.

Watches you constantly even when he manages to become your boyfriend. He has nothing better to do. Besides killing.

About killing...Will kill anyone who slights you. That man who was rude to you at work? He's dead. That girl bumped into you and didn't say sorry? She's snuffed out.

About keeping a close on you, will wake up periodically in the middle of the night, just to watch you sleep.

Will hold your hand as you sleep. Smiles to himself when you smile. Likes to think you're dreaming of him.

When awake he'll be indifferent to you.

"Love you, Michael!" You'll nuzzle into him and he'll just stand there, body will stiffen.

He's dying just to smother you in his arms but he has an appearance to maintain.

Will act like you're the biggest pain in the ass.

Acts like it, but really he can't get enough of how feisty you can be.

Expects you to text him every half hour if away from him. Wants to know where exactly you are at all times. At all times. So really, you better be texting every five minutes.

You know what, maybe it'd be better if you never left him alone at all.

Michael is keeping you with him, always.

NSFW

Marks you, everywhere!

Fucks you for hours. Won't stop for anything. Someone knocking on the door? Will fuck you louder, just to make sure they can hear.

On the brink of passing out from fucking for so long? Michael will keep going. Sex doesn't stop till he's done.

Cums all over you. Won't let you clean it up either. Wants to watch it dry on your skin.

He will let you clean up. But you must shower with him. He always showers with you. Wants to make sure you don't touch yourself without him.

About that...He tells you when to masturbate. You aren't allowed to till he gives that go-ahead. And it has to be done in his presence.

Blow him and keep eye contact. He'll run his large hand through your hair and give harsh tugs when it feels good. Which is always.

Doesn't mind at all if you put up a fight, even if it's done playfully. Likes to see you try and fight him off. Your little fists punching into him do nothing to him.

No man or woman better look at you, especially in a lustful way. It's not your fault that person wanted you. But Michael will punish you for it.

Lester Sinclair

SFW

The cutest little thing in all of Louisiana wants to date him? Golly jee!

Spends all his free time just touching you. From feather-light touches to full-on squeezing you.

At first, he shows you off. Proud of himself for nabbing such a beautiful girl. Until Bo gets a good look at you.

It's not just Bo, Vincent too. Both have had their eyes on you just as long as Lester has.

Reminds you every day how much he loves you.

From little cards he makes to carving your name in the animal bones he collects.

"Here, Darlin! For you!"

"Aww, Lester. Hey, you gave me your last name! Lest!"

He will propose! He'll make sure the fireflies are out and about for it! He wants it to be magical. A moment you'll never forget.

After the proposal is when things get more intense.

No more dinner's out to show you off. Dinner is at home. You want to visit the beach and wear that cute two-piece. You can go at night when next to no one is going to be there.

You'll notice he makes you check in with him more frequently if you actually had to leave for a while. He'll be sweet about it but his intentions are anything but.

NSFW

He used to fuck you anywhere and everywhere. Now? His truck or his own home.

Never in Ambrose. The days of fooling around in the wax museum are long gone.

Will cum in you and only in you. He used to let loose everywhere on you but Lester wants a family.

When you're swollen with his child is when he'll let people see you again. Now they know who you belong to.

When cuddling post-coitus, he'll make you repeat just how much you love him, how much you want him, how desperately you need him.

Lester will get so bad he won't want you to leave his place without him. You must be with him if your gonna leave.

Strokes your hair in the middle of the night, whispering how pretty you are. How amazing it is you'll always be his.

Bo Sinclair

SFW

Didn't think much of you at first. Just another girl for him to pump and dump.

Watched you flirt with Lester. Laughed whenever you did and scowled whenever Lester laughed.

"I'll have to put a stop to that."

Will throw some cheesy pick-up lines at you. You'll laugh, even if they can be a little cringy.

You'll notice he starts to hang around you a lot more. Insists you come and help him at the garage.

You won't actually do any work, will just have you sit there with him. He'll try to get you to laugh with some of his lame jokes.

You'll notice him just staring at you. Eyes lingering on you longer than they should. He'll swear he wasn't looking, just spaced out.

Bo will watch your favorite shows with you, just to get close to you. He'll hate what you like but if it means he can get you next to him for hours on end, curled up on the couch he'll do it.

Makes you extremely dependant upon him. From food to what you'll wear. He'll rummage through victims' clothes and pick out the most flattering outfits for you. He'll feed you better than he feeds himself

Very protective over you. Especially during a late-night walk in Ambrose.

Keeps you hidden away from potential victims. For your safety and Bo doesn't want to risk you falling for someone else.

Or someone taking you.

But you'd never fall for someone else. You have Bo.

NSFW

About being with him all the time. He's gonna make sure you are. Even if he isn't there, you're gonna be in a safe place he treats like a second home.

Have fun spending lots of time in his basement.

Bo will get it in your head that it's dangerous outside. That it's best to stay safe in the basement.

"They don't know this place exists, Doll. You'll be safe here. No no, it's best you stay."

No matter how good you are Bo will restrain you.

He's not taking any chances with you.

Like Lester, he wants a family.

Cooes in your ear that you'll be a great mother.

"Gotta get started on making that family now, Doll."

The type to go at it all night just to make sure it happens.

He smiles to himself when you cry for him to not leave you alone.

"I'll be back, Doll, I swear." has fun tormenting you this way.

Happy and smug as all hell when you cuddle up into him. Telling him to never leave you again.

"Never, I'll never leave you, Darlin. As long as you keep being good for me."

#Michael Myers #Michael Myers x reader #Michael Myers x you #Michael Myers imagine #Lester sinclair #Lester Sinclair x you #Lester sinclair x reader #Lester sinclair imagine #Bo sinclair #Bo sinclair x reader #Bo sinlciar x you #Bo sinclair imagine #House of wax #house of wax 2005 #smut #lemon #dubcon

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Feelings

Jace Herondale x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2213 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader is a vampire who owns the hardtail bar, who has quite the past with Jace Herondale which they never really addressed to begin with

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Owning a downworlder bar was hardly the cakewalk it made itself out to be.

In all the years that you had owned Hardtail, you had come in contact with all sorts of colorful characters. From vampires and werewolves to demons and demon hunters, there was no telling who was going to walk through that door.

Though, no one was quite as interesting to deal with as Jace Herondale was.

He was an arrogant ass, of course, only doing things when he wanted to do them, and why. Not to mention that he was utterly ridiculous most of the time, something that made him almost impossible to deal with.

...and you would know that better than anyone, seeing as you’d done just that for quite some time.

Going out with him hadn’t been your finest moment, you could admit that.

All in all, you and Jace had nothing in common, and all you ever did was argue but no matter what you did, you always found yourself coming back to him. Without fail, you sought him out and just couldn’t cut the tie you felt to him.

It was impossible.

He just kept coming back, and it wasn’t as if you had it in you to turn him away at the door.

Though, today was the first time he’d ever come in here with someone else in tow, not to mention a woman. She was pretty with fiery red hair and no doubt a personality to match, if you knew him well.

That must have been what had taken him so long.

Normally Jace would stop by every few weeks, just to make sure that none of the downworlders were starting trouble for you, but he hadn’t been here in months now. Clearly, it wasn’t all that big of a deal what happened here, unless of course he needed your help with someone.

Then you were good enough to visit.

“What can I get for you?” you asked, quite similarly to how you would greet any other customer, your eyes staying on the girl at his side rather than looking Jace in the eye.

Whatever it was he needed, you were sure that he’d get to it before you had to do too much more of this, or so you hoped.

You had other customers after all, and most of them didn’t take too kindly to being ignored.

“I’m actually not here to drink. I’m here for you” he grinned, resting as casually as he could against the bar, as if he had any right to do that. Though, it wasn’t as if you were going to throw him out just for that.

At the very least, you knew that you had to hear him out.

“You mean, you are” you clarified, gesturing to the redhead at his side, who you still had no idea about. You had never seen her before, in all your escapades with shadowhunters, and it wasn’t exactly like they were a vast breed.

Whoever she was, it was news to you.

“Right, Y/N this is Clary” he shrugged, plopping down on the barstool across from where you were standing, filling up a glass of bourbon. You had no idea what was going on, or why you cared, but you smiled anyway.

Whatever this girl, Clary, was doing here, you were sure it had nothing to do with whatever it was you and Jace had been doing for the last few years.

She nodded in acknowledgment of you before turning her attention back to Jace, who hadn’t explained anything about this place to her before they showed up.

“What are we doing here?” she muttered, her words little more than a whisper in his direction which you caught easily due to your superhuman hearing. Usually, nothing of value happened here but usually, Jace wasn’t here.

Not like he was today.

“If anyone knows where those vamps are keeping Simon, it’s Y/N. Nothing happens in the downworld without her hearing about it” he shrugged, helping himself to the glass you’d poured, shooting a wink in your direction as he did so.

It was true.

This was a pretty popular hangout spot for all the vampires in the downworld, and as they drank, the more their conquests bubbled to the surface. It was hardly your fault if you paid attention.

“You're more than welcome to ask around, I haven’t heard that name in here before” you shrugged, filling your own glass from another tap, specifically for the vampires like you that frequented this place.

Alcohol didn’t do nearly as much for you as some good O negative did.

Clary nodded, heading off in the direction of where you’d gestured, clearly more determined to find her friend than Jace was. He didn’t seem to care all that much about anything at all.

...but at least that hadn’t changed.

“I had no idea you were seeing someone new” you hummed, not bothering to meet his eyes as you focused all your attention on the stout in front of you. Now that the two of you were alone, it was different.

There was nothing else for you to focus on, and at this point, anything would have been better than dealing with this.

After all, you had no right to be jealous.

You and Jace hadn’t been an item in a few years, and whatever he wanted to do, that was his business. You weren’t going to get involved, just like you should have done from the start.

It would be easier that way.

You didn’t want to deal with this any more than he did, but even with how awkward this was, Jace looked like he was having a great time. This was fun for him, because of course it was.

Everything was fun for Jace, because he always thought he was one step ahead of everyone else.

“I’m not necessarily seeing someone else” he shrugged, taking a long, heavy sip of the glass you’d put in front of him before moving on to anything else behind the bar that would be easier to deal with than him, your jaw tight.

You were avoiding him.

...And frankly, he couldn’t blame you.

The two of you’d had a long, sorted history, and this was hardly the first time you’d seen something like this from him. Really, he was surprised you even cared at all because of how commonplace it was.

It was just the kind of person he was.

Still, he hadn’t brought her here to hurt you. He needed your help, because if anyone knew what to do about their little vampire problem, it was you.

“Besides, this isn’t about her” he sighed, standing from the barstool he’d set himself down on when he arrived to try and get your attention. You were angry with him, and he couldn’t blame you for that, but he couldn’t avoid this.

It was important.

“I don’t think she knows that” you countered, pouring another shot for yourself which you downed casually before finally meeting his burning gaze. Whatever it was that he wanted, you both knew that you would help.

Because of the two of you, Jace was the selfish one. He did what he wanted without thinking about the consequences but you had never been like that.

Even now, he was sure that he could come here after months of not seeing you and ask a huge favor, and you wouldn’t hesitate to do as he asked. It was just the way you were and nothing was going to change that.

It was just who you were, and while he should have probably felt bad about knowing that and never trying to change it, there were too many other things he had to deal with.

Besides, if he was going to be a good boyfriend, he should have been that when you two were actually dating.

Worrying about it now wasn’t going to do either of you any good.

“Would you stop worrying about Clary for a second? We have things to do” he scoffed, snapping at you in a way that forced you to do as he said, if for nothing more than a second. You had no idea what was going on, but it was much more important than some new girl.

You just weren’t sure why yet.

“Simon’s at Hotel Dumort, I spoke to Raphael Santiago about him. Now would you get out of my bar” you sighed, desperately hoping that now that you’d given him what he wanted, he would go away.

Lying to them before hadn’t been your finest decision, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to do this anymore, not with him.

The two of you had gone your separate ways for a reason, and you weren't really in the mood to rehash it all with him right now. It would be better for both of you if he just went away.

“I could, but I don’t really think you want that” Jace shrugged, that sly smirk on his face as he sat back down, still sure that this whole thing was just another game like you were so used to playing.

You didn’t get your feelings hurt.

That was what you always told him.

That you had lived too many lifetimes to ever get too attached to anything, or anyone. That you would be perfectly fine if he fell off the face of the earth one day and never came back. It would be so much easier that way, if you actually believed it.

You loved him.

Of course you did, but there was nothing you could do about it now. You and Jace had tried this whole thing and it didn’t work. You knew that if you gave it another shot, it would end just as badly as the first time.

It always went badly with the two of you.

“I really do, you shouldn't have come here” you allowed, taking his glass from the counter and setting it behind the bar before going for the backroom. You had no idea what was happening with you right now, or why you felt like this, but it didn’t really matter.

All you could think about in this second was getting away from him.

Not that Jace was going to let that happen.

Clearly, he had pushed you too far and this wasn’t the lighthearted tormenting you two usually got up to. You were upset, which was new for him because you were normally so hard to rattle.

He’d never gotten such a rise out of you before.

“Hey, hold on. Where are you going?” he asked, shooting Clary one last glance before following you.

The action caught the attention of several of the patrons he passed, but not one of them moved to interfere. After all your years of running this place, they knew well that you could handle yourself.

Even against a shadowhunter.

“Go help Clary find her friend, Jace. I’ll be here” you shrugged, bearing down on your teeth as you tried your best to shut down all the emotion bubbling up inside you. You didn’t want to feel it, didn’t want to care, and that wasn’t going to change.

Jace wasn’t yours anymore.

It was true.

You were always going to be here, and he knew that.

That was why it didn’t matter if months passed by before he came back or if he brought beautiful girls with him to meet you. No matter what he did, you were always going to be waiting for him and maybe that was the problem.

Maybe that was why you hadn’t worked in the first place. You were too available, too happy to help him when Jace was only concerned about himself.

“Will you?”

It was rich, especially coming from him. Acting as if you hadn't been there for him whenever he needed you even after you should have turned your back on him.

Of the two of you, he shouldn't have been the one worried about being alone.

“I get it. Vampires don’t have feelings right? We’re just monsters, and you kill monsters. I was an idiot to think that would ever change” you sighed, doing your best to ignore the anger bubbling up in your belly.

You just felt like such an idiot.

How could he have actually thought this whole thing was going to be a good idea? After all this time, it was almost as if he didn’t know you at all.

“I loved you, more than anything” he tried, not understanding how you’d managed to go from what you’d been like fifteen minutes ago to this. Fighting wasn’t new for the two of you, but this was.

Something about this was different.

This wasn’t fighting for the sake of it, knowing that you would find a way to make up when it was all over. It actually felt like you didn’t think he cared about you, which couldn't have been farther from the truth.

When you two were together, he’d never once doubted the way he felt for you. Though, you weren’t sure that you could be so convinced, because whether he believed it or not, you knew Jace better than he knew himself.

“I wish I could believe that”

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