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callsign-rogueone · 8 months ago

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part of the family - d.a.

Dain Aetos x marked!reader The marked ones have been your only family since your parents were executed — until now. [request] words: 3.7k 🏷: IRON FLAME SPOILERS. she/her afab reader in an established (but secret) relationship with Dain, descriptions of fainting and loss of vision, talk of contraceptives, periods, and pregnancy, you love Dain but he still has his problems (you’ll see), featuring bestie Bodhi (who is the captain of this ship lmao) and older (foster) bro Garrick. went totally overboard on this one but like. girl dad dain 🥺🥰

You slip into the meeting quietly, pressing yourself against the wall -- most assembly gatherings are open to any who wish to attend, but you’d rather them not know you’re here.

Xaden stands before the elders, in the thick of an argument that is very obviously about Dain.

“He’s clearly here as a spy. Why else would he side with us?”

You can’t hold back your response. “Because I showed him everything. Resson, Liam, the wyvern, the fliers, the dagger drops… all of it.”

So much for staying incognito. All heads turn to you, different emotions on their faces. Xaden looks as if you’ve stabbed him. Two of the elders look like they want to kill you where you stand. You can’t quite read the look on Brennan’s face.

“I say we confine her with him,” one says, eyeing you with contempt. “She is clearly a danger to the movement, if she was willing to take such a risk.”

You step forward to address them properly. “It was a calculated risk,” you say carefully. “Of all the marked Tyrrish, I am the one he trusts most. And I was prepared to kill him, had he not changed his mind about us.”

“Does he know that?” Xaden asks.

“No,” you answer, ashamed. You still don’t know if you could have gone through with it — could have lifted the dagger you’d held behind your back while he watched the last year’s events through your eyes and struck true, stopped the heart of the man you love.

Acid rises in your throat at the thought. You swallow it back down, continuing. “He may have hurt us in the past, but he was not raised as we were. A hundred others we brought with us can attest to the history that he was taught, the side of the story he was led to believe until I showed him otherwise.”

The assembly is silent.

You lower your head, unable to look at them. “Lock me up if you wish, kill me if you must. All I ask is that you spare his life.”

Brennan is the first to soften — he knows Dain, regarded him as a younger brother for years. That and the fact that you’re willing to die for the boy is evidence enough for him. “Very well. He may join the rest of us and keep his position as wingleader.”

Nobody dares to disagree with him.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. You bow to them, taking your leave.

It’s easy enough to swipe a plate of food from the kitchens, carrying it up to the room Dain has been locked in all weekend. The guard posted outside sees the mark on your arm, letting you enter without question.

At least two people in this fortress still trust you.

Dain’s head snaps up when the door opens, visibly relaxing as he sees it’s you.

You set the plate aside, moving to embrace him for the first time in days.

“Hi, my love,” he says softly, wrapping his arms around you.

“Hi,” you sniff, eyes watering.

You had told the assembly that you were prepared to kill him, but now that you’re in his arms, you know that you could never do anything to hurt him, no matter what he had decided.

Your tears are falling steadily now — you’ve cried nearly every day these last few weeks, constantly overwhelmed with emotion. You climb into his lap, needing him close.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he soothes, resting his hand on the side of your neck and stroking his thumb over your pulse. This is the closest he’ll come to touching your face since the night he discovered his signet — save for the other day, when you’d taken his hand in yours and pressed it to your cheek, showing him everything.

You’d cracked open your heart for him, spread it onto the table and let him see it all, and he had stood and watched, seen the other side of the story. It had hurt him then, to realize that you’d hidden all of this from him for almost two years, but the warm saltwater dripping onto his hand had snapped him out of it quickly.

He wants to dry your tears again now, to brush them away with a gentle sweep of his finger, but he won’t cross that line with you again. He can’t.

“I love you,” he says softly.

“I love you too,” you answer, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand.

He shushes you softly, holding you closer. There’s a moment of calm quiet, the two of you just breathing each other in.

“I told them,” you say in a cracked whisper, unable to keep it from him any longer. “I told the assembly that I showed you everything.”

His eyes widen. “Why did you…?”

“I couldn’t stand silent while they talked about you that way. I convinced them that you are truly our ally, that it wasn’t your fault that you were taught only one side of the story.”

He leans down to rest his forehead against yours, your noses brushing. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” you reply. “For doing the right thing. I don’t think I could have bared to leave without you.”

He smiles softly. “I would follow you anywhere, my love.”

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You are so sick of this hike, and you aren’t even halfway done. For team-building, the leadership had said. Yeah, right. You feel like you’ve been herding a pack of wild animals all morning.

“If we press on for twenty minutes, there’s another flat section,” Bodhi explains, showing you the map that Brennan had given you.

You can’t hear the rest of his explanation through the ringing in your ears, the map blurring at the edges. You blink rapidly, trying to clear your vision, but it’s no use — the tiny black spots won’t go away.

“Hey,” Bodhi prods, waving a hand, “are you hearing me?”

“Give me a minute,” you pant, reaching out to touch the wall of rock behind you. Your legs feel too heavy, your upper body too light — your heart is racing, but the beats feel too shallow.

Something is wrong.

“You should sit,” he and your dragon offer at once.

You shift your left leg, moving to lower yourself to the ground, and the black spots grow until you can’t see anything. You lose the last of your balance, crumpling into the dirt.

Bodhi stops your head from hitting the rocks just in time.

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You don’t remember how you got here, nor much of the physical exam; don’t know if it took five minutes or an hour, but the healer is incredibly gentle with you; speaking softly, giving you water to drink and medicine to take, encouraging you to rest.

You shut your eyes, but you can’t bring yourself to sleep, not when the rest of your friends are still out climbing that mountain, crossing a trail littered with death traps.

“They’re doing just fine,” Cosa soothes. “They’ll be back faster if you sleep.”

You feel much better when you wake up.

The sun is starting to set. You must have been out for hours.

The healer comes back a few minutes later with Dain in tow. You reach for him instantly, relieved to see him in one piece. He stands at the side of the bed, wrapping an arm around you and letting you lean into his side.

“It could be a circulation issue, but since it hasn’t happened before, I’d say it was likely just dehydration and overexertion,” the healer explains.

That’s probably it. You were too busy making sure your section was moving quickly enough, that they were avoiding the traps and staying out of trouble. You’d spent your two rest breaks preventing the riders and fliers from coming to blows, having to physically restrain one of the first-years. Your jaw still aches from where you’d taken an elbow to the face in the process.

“There’s another thing,” she says, hesitating as she looks between you and Dain, appearing to debate if she can say this in front of him -- whatever it is, it clearly isn’t good.

Dain takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and looking up at her, waiting.

You nod in permission.

She overcomes her nerves, spitting it out. “You’re… expecting.”

The air in the room stills completely as you take in the information, the soft tick of the clock on the wall the only indication that time hasn’t frozen solid.

“I’ll give you two a minute,” she says quietly, darting out of the room and shutting the door behind her.

You still haven’t moved. You’ve forgotten how to speak.

“Breathe, love,” Dain soothes, rubbing your back. The warmth of his hand brings you out of your stunned haze.

You take in a lungful of air, letting it out slowly.

There’s no denying it, no pleading innocence or wondering how this could have possibly happened — it makes total sense, even through your dull headache and the fog still clouding your mind.

You’ve spent two nights a week in his bed for the last year and a half, and you haven’t had one cup of contraceptive tea since you arrived at Riorson house, or in the month before that either — you’d been out in the field every weekend for your third-year classes.

You’d missed a period or two, but you had chalked it up to the stress of your responsibilities as a section leader and the final straws that had led half the quadrant to desert with you. It would definitely not have been the first time that Basgiath had messed with your cycle; hardly any of the girls in your year got their period until after Threshing.

“Talk to me,” Dain coaxes quietly, looking at you with softness in his eyes.

“Why are you not freaking out right now?” You ask after a moment.

He manages a soft laugh. “I am, but I know you are too, and I’m more worried about you right now.”

You blow out a breath. “I don’t know how we’re gonna do this. None of our friends have kids. My parents are dead, and yours…”

“Have probably already disowned me for being here,” he finishes for you, shrugging, but you can tell it hurts.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, guilt tugging at you. Had he stayed behind, he would have been able to keep them, he’d still have the thing you’ve desired most for six years now.

But then you’d be completely alone in raising this child.

The thought sends a sharp spike of fear into your chest. You’ve already lost so many friends in your two years at Basgiath, and you’re headed straight for a war, fighting against dark magic that none of you really understand. What if Dain doesn’t make it through?

“We’ll figure it out,” he reassures you, “together.”

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Dain doesn’t leave your side all night, keeping one hand on you whenever he can. He treats you like a princess, going so far as to kneel down to lace your boots for you in the morning, despite your quiet insistence that you could do it yourself.

You’re prepared to resume your usual routine; strict professionalism by day, gentle words and soft touches after dark, but he takes your hand, walking down the hall with you to the mess for breakfast.

You get shocked looks from a few of your classmates, but it’s nice being able to be seen with him for once instead of keeping the two of you a secret. Not that you’d be able to for very much longer, anyway — two is quickly going to become three.

It takes all of five minutes for your friends to spot you.

“I called it!” Bodhi exclaims, elbowing Imogen.

“I already knew,” Imogen says, unamused.

You’re deathly still, heart racing.

Dain rests a hand on your lower back as he speaks. “Knew what?”

“About you two hooking up. Do you have any idea how many times you idiots have shown up to morning formation with your shoes untied, wearing each other’s knives?”

You laugh at her bluntness — you thought you’d been slick, always arriving to class five minutes apart and from different directions, avoiding eye contact at all costs… evidently not.

“You two look good together,” Bodhi decides. “It’s weird, but it’s cute.”

You sigh in relief. Bodhi is the one that you knew you could count on to be nice about this; the one you’ve wanted to tell about you and Dain for months now.

Dain blinks. “Why are you guys being so chill right now?”

“Do you not want me to be chill?” Imogen challenges, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I just… I was expecting the shovel talk. You know, the whole “I’ve got a sword and a shovel and I know how to use both” thing?”

“Oh, that’s Garrick’s job,” she supplies, almost too cheerfully. “And I think he’ll be a little more detailed than that.”

Dain pales, realizing that your foster brother likely won’t be as calm about this as your friends — and that there’s another very important thing that you’ll have to tell him, too.

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll be there to hold him back.”

Imogen nearly gags at the sight, but straightens her face quickly enough. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” you respond, smiling for the first time this week.

Maybe this won’t go as terribly as you’d thought.

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Word travels fast in the rider’s quadrant.

Garrick approaches you in the main hall that afternoon.

You begin the speech you’d rehearsed in your head all morning. “I need to talk to you about something. I-”

He raises a hand, and you fall silent. “Bo already told me, and he made sure I was unarmed for this conversation.”

You let out a sigh of relief — he’s missing his two longswords and the array of daggers he normally keeps strapped to his body.

If you survive the next seven months, you’ll name Bodhi the kid’s godfather for this act alone.

You still place yourself in front of Dain as subtly as you can as Garrick starts a speech of his own.

“You’re an adult, and you can make your own decisions. It’s not my place to tell you what to do off the battlefield. Even if I did, I know you wouldn’t hear it. You’ve always been your own person; it’s one of the things I admire about you.”

You’re actually touched.

“Do you love him?” He asks, looking over at the wingleader, who has remained uncharacteristically silent, probably too terrified to speak.

“I do,” you answer, smiling softly. “I have for two years now.”

Garrick believes you.

It’s clear that the words pain him, but he says them anyway; “Welcome to the family, Aetos.”

Dain extends a hand to shake. “Thank you.”

Garrick takes it, gripping it hard enough to hurt as he tugs him forward, clapping his other hand onto the younger man’s shoulder. “Know that if you ever do anything to hurt her, you’ll be answering to me and me alone.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Dain says, and the Lieutenant knows that he means it.

Garrick leaves before you can work up the courage to tell him the other news.

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Dozens of riders pass by, ready to head to the flight field and assume their positions — but Dain keeps you locked in place.

“You really expect me to stand idle while you and all of our friends fight for their lives? I should be out there with them!” You huff. You’re ready to fight, fully dressed and heavily armed, and you couldn’t give a damn what he thinks.

“Absolutely not,” Dain says. “I won’t let you risk it.”

You bristle. “That isn’t your call, and you know it!”

“What are you two bickering about at this hour?” Garrick asks, one eyebrow raised.

You cross your arms over your chest, looking at your brother like a child tattling to their schoolteacher. “Please explain to the wingleader that we’re at war, and that he can’t just bench me whenever he feels like it. I’m a grown woman, and I can decide what is and isn’t safe for myself.”

“But it isn’t just you we’re talking about here,” Dain says quietly, genuine hurt in his voice.

You’re silent. Dain has a point — you don’t want to admit it, but he has a point.

Garrick doesn’t follow. “What is he going on about?”

Dain looks at you, standing his ground. “If you won’t tell him, I will.”

Your heart drops. Is he really going to force your hand here?

You have to tell Garrick eventually — you can’t keep this a secret much longer. You decide to rip the bandage off, turning to face your foster brother, though you can’t seem to raise your voice above a whisper as you speak. “Please don’t freak out, but…”

His eyes drop to the hand you have placed over your stomach, a nervous habit you’ve developed in the last week, and he puts it together before you can say the words aloud, lunging toward Dain — he’s going to kill him.

You jump between them, wrapping your arms around Garrick tightly and planting your feet to the floor, pushing him back.

He relaxes at your touch, unfolding the fist that was aimed for Dain’s jaw and resting his hand flat on your back; he could never hurt you, especially not now.

“Please don’t be mad at him,” you say into his shoulder, your eyes still squeezed shut. “This is as much my fault as it is his. We’re both adults, we knew that this could happen, but we acted anyway, and now we’re facing the consequences, together.”

Dain nods in agreement behind you. “I have every intention of marrying your sister and spending the rest of my life with her after this is over.”

You turn back to look at him, stunned.

He's never told you that before. You’d never discussed life beyond graduation — had lost too many of your friends over the years to make any promises about the future, and there was never any guarantee that you’d be stationed together after graduating, either.

“If she’ll have me, that is,” he adds, nervous.

You nod, letting go of Garrick and moving to hug Dain, hiding your face in his neck.

“Are you… crying?” Garrick asks.

“Of course I’m crying,” you sniff. “It’s the hormones.”

Dain laughs, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your temple. “I love you, and I’m sorry for overreacting. If you want to fight with us, I won’t stop you.”

“Love you too,” you say quietly.

“Holy shit,” Bodhi breathes from across the room. “I’m gonna be an uncle?”

Oh, gods.

“Congratulations,” he grins at you before running off. “Hey guys! Guess what?”

Three seconds pass, and then there’s a loud “What the fuck?” from down the hall — that can only be Imogen.

You laugh through your tears as the ruckus continues, the rest of the marked ones reacting to the news one by one.

“At least we won’t have to tell everyone ourselves,” Dain jokes, still holding you. “Bodhi will have informed the entire army by noon.”

Garrick shakes his head, laughing too, but he sobers up quickly enough. “The circumstances may be shitty, but this kid is going to have two dozen aunts and uncles who will protect them with their life.”

“And a riot of dragons,” Cosa adds. “We will care for your young like one of ours.”

Dain is right -- you’ll figure this out together; all of you.

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“A perfect baby girl,” the older of the two healers tells you, smiling warmly.

You sigh in relief, resting back against the pillows and loosening your grip on Dain’s hand.

He presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead, murmuring soft praises; how strong you are, how amazing you were…

“Hi, pretty girl,” the healer coos down at her. “Let’s meet mom and dad, hm?”

It finally sets in for both of you, that you two are mom and dad now — you’re parents.

She slowly transfers the babe into your arms. You’ve never held anything this carefully in your life; afraid to move or breathe, utterly silent.

A tiny hand wiggles free from the blanket, fingers grasping at the air.

“She’s so little,” Dain whispers in awe, extending a finger. She’s quick to wrap her hand around it, latching on to him.

He looks like he’s going to cry.

“She’s not marked,” you breathe.

You’re the first of the marked ones to have a child of your own, and while you knew it was probably irrational, your biggest worry over the last six months — aside from the venin and wyvern or anything terrible happening to you or your friends — was that you would somehow pass down your relic to her, that she would live her whole life with others instantly assuming the worst of her.

“She’s free to be whatever she wants to be,” Dain says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “She won’t be forced into conscription like we were.”

You still haven’t decided on a name -- until now.

“Saoirse Álainn,” you say softly. “It means beautiful freedom, in the old language.”

“Saoirse Álainn,” he repeats, still gazing down at her. “I like that.”

She’s beautiful indeed — the best of both of you; the gentle warmth of her father’s skin and a dusting of his dark brown hair, your eyes and nose.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, “for showing me that what I’d been taught was wrong, and giving me the greatest gift I could ever ask for.”

You can’t help but melt into him, the exhaustion finally starting to overtake you. It’s been a long night — you’d woken up around two in the morning and realized what was happening, quickly rousing Dain, who carried you down here. It’s almost noon now, soft June sun filtering through the drapes.

“I got her. You should sleep.”

He takes Saorise from you gently, careful to support her head like the healers had taught you as he cradles her in his arms.

The tiny girl makes a soft sound of complaint at the movement, but quickly relaxes, content to fall asleep against his chest.

“Get some rest, my girls,” he whispers. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

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justalonelybitch · 2 years ago

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The Perfect Distraction

Chaewon x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Slightly Suggestive, Protectiveness, Gay Shit bro.

Word Count: 1.7k

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Chaewon’s brows furrowed in confusion upon hearing a faint knock on the door of their dorm. She hesitantly rose to her feet, gnawing on the inside of her cheek in unease. It was far too late to be expecting visitors, anxious thoughts flooding her mind as she cautiously approached the door. Inhaling sharply, she pulled the door open carefully, head tilting in puzzlement. “Uh, hi,” you muttered, waving at the older girl with a timid smile. “Who are you?” She questioned harshly, on edge as a stranger stood before her. Perhaps you were a crazed fan that had gotten access to their location. “I’m Y/n,” you said dumbly, a dopey smile adoring your lips. She raised her brows in disbelief, as if your answer gave her any reassurance that you weren’t some insane stalker.

“Right, um, I’m Yunjin’s-'' An abrupt loud screech had you both wincing, Yunjin rushing past Chaewon and crashing straight into you. The main vocalist pulled you into a crushing hug, picking you up and spinning you around with an excited squeal. The eldest released a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding upon registering you weren’t some creep. “This is my baby sister, Y/n,” Yunjin introduced you with a proud grin. With her prior fear fading, Chaewon took the time to properly admire you, unable to take her eyes off your suddenly heart stopping features. How hadn’t she noticed you were this beautiful before? Feeling heat rushing to her cheeks, the leader ducked her head in embarrassment upon meeting your gaze, a shy smile adorning her lips.

“Is it okay if Y/n stays with us for the night?” Yunjin asked, pleading with the leader even though she knew of the strict rules preventing overnight guests in their dorms. The leader gazed at you thoughtfully, melting at the sight of your eager grin. “I don’t see why not,” Chaewon shrugged, earning a loud cheer of excitement from your sister. “Thank you for letting me stay, I’ll find a hotel tomorrow night,” you expressed your gratitude with a sincere smile that had Chaewon’s chest tightening uncomfortably. She couldn’t help but mirror your radiant grin, stepping back to usher you inside. “Where’s your stuff?” Yunjin asked as you followed them inside, noticing your distinct lack of luggage. “The airline messed up, I have to wait a day or so,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the others!” Yunjin cheered, dragging you into the living room by your wrist. Chaewon watched in amusement as you allowed your sister pull you away with a reluctant huff, trailing closely behind you. She observed silently as Yunjin blabbered on to the girls about you, taking the seat beside you on the couch. “So what do you do for a living, Y/n?” Sakura asked curiously, all eyes falling to you. “Oh, well I’m a model,” you muttered with a timid smile, shyly scratching the back of your neck. Chaewon nodded at your words, the career making perfect sense for someone with your visuals. A smile tugged at her lips at the sight of your flushed cheeks. “Pretty,” the leader mumbled under her breath, unaware of the blush that spread across your cheeks.

“Are you tired?” Yunjin asked, worry written on her features as you attempted to suppress a yawn. “I’m fine,” you denied, another yawn threatening to expose your exhaustion after a long flight. “You need rest,” Yunjin insisted, scratching her head in confusion. “My bed’s too small for both of us,” your sister mumbled, sucking her lips between her teeth as she gazed at you apologetically. “I can sleep on the couch,” you suggested, receiving instant protest from Yunjin. Chaewon swallowed harshly before clearing her throat, gaining everyone’s attention. “Y/n can stay in my room, I’m the only one with a bigger bed.” The leader offered, unable to meet your gaze. “Chaewon unnie will take good care of you,” Yunjin assured as she pushed the two of you down the hall.

“Thank you,” you mumbled appreciatively, trying to fill the painfully awkward silence that enveloped the two of you. “You can borrow some of my clothes,” the older woman spoke, reaching for her drawer as she picked out some suitable sleepwear. Handing over a hoodie and shorts, her cheeks burned red as your fingertips brushed against hers. You glanced around the room awkwardly, eyes landing on Chaewon as you sent her an uneasy smile. “Uh, where should I change?” You asked, fiddling with the soft fabric of the shorts she’d kindly lended you. “Here’s fine,” she shrugged, finding amusement in the way your eyes widened. The leader was merely joking, but she didn’t expect you to nod in agreement, carelessly pulling your shirt over your head. A gasp slipped past Chaewon’s lips, mouth agape as she stared helplessly with wide eyes.

A sheepish smile tugged at your lips as the older girl's eyes unconsciously travelled to your toned stomach. Chaewon had absolutely not a single thought in her head, gaze glued to your torso. The older girl blinked in surprise as you pulled her hoodie over your head, coughing as she abruptly turned away. Upon facing the wall, she found her mind flooding with thoughts of how good you looked in her clothes. Chaewon wondered if your enticingly sweet scent would linger on the fabric. She shook her head in an attempt to rid her mind of the thoughts that ran rampantly. You were Yunjin’s little sister, not someone for her to drool over. With that in mind, the older girl slipped into her bed, doing her best to avoid looking over at you. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to control her thoughts if she did.

“Thanks again, Chaewon,” you mumbled, hesitantly climbing into bed next to her. The way her name sounded perfect rolling off your tongue sent a shiver down her spine. You both stared up at the ceiling, shoulders pressed against each other even though there was more than enough room, neither of you bothered to move. “Good night Y/n,” Chaewon mumbled, letting her eyes flutter shut in hopes of finding sleep. “Good night Chaewon,” you whispered, hand lightly brushing against hers. Butterflies swarmed to life in her stomach as your pinky twitched, smoothly lacing with hers. It may have been your first meeting, but the leader swore she felt an undeniably strong pull towards you.

Chaewon found herself getting stuck in head a lot more frequently ever since your arrival in South Korea. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to rid her mind of you. Not when she woke up tangled in your arms, your breath tickling her neck, leaving goosebumps in your wake. The way your tight hold made her feel safe and incredibly scared at the same time. How her heart beats wildly against her chest at the mere thought of you, more specifically, your toned stomach. She was pulled from her racing thoughts by a rapid knock on the front door. Jumping up, she skipped to the door, figuring you were here to visit your sister again. She couldn’t help the excited grin that tugged at her lips as she reached for the handle.

What she was not expecting was to be greeted with your tear stained cheeks and quiet sniffles. “What’s wrong?” Chaewon asked in alarm, ushering you inside quickly. “Is Yunjin here?” You managed to croak out, eyes brimming with fresh tears that you desperately tried to stop from falling. “No, they all went out,” the leader muttered apologetically, leading you to the couch. “I can come back later,” you mumbled, voice cracking mid sentence. “Don’t be silly, you’re staying here,” Chaewon declared, pulling you in for a comfortingly tight hug. Your face was pressed to her shoulder, uncaring of the tear stains left in your wake. She rubbed soothing circles on your back, forehead creased in a frown at the sound of your hushed whimpers.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Chaewon asked hesitantly as you leaned back to wipe the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. “I want to forget about it,” you huffed in defeat, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. Chaewon nodded in understanding, raising a brow as you eyed at her for a moment too long. Her curiosity got the best of her as your eyes swirled with something unreadable. “What is it?” She questioned, reaching for your hand in worry. You silently gnawed on the inside of your cheek, contemplating your next words carefully. “Unnie, will you help me forget?” You asked, gazing into her eyes expectantly. Chaewon almost choked at the implication of your words, her lips parting as she blinked owlishly.

She stared at you in shock for what felt like hours, mouth agape and hands clenched by her sides. After carefully studying your expression, Chaewon realised that you were not in fact joking. Your face has inched dangerously closer to hers in the minutes that had passed, and how could she resist you enticing pink lips? Throwing every thought that stood in her way out the window, Chaewon surged forwards, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. Your hands instantly flew to her neck, deepening the kiss as you pulled her impossibly closer. She smirked against your lips, already addicted to your intoxicating taste. They were far softer than she’d imagined, a blush dusting her cheeks at the thought. She found herself getting lost in you, hands resting on your hips as she pulled you into her lap with a confident smile.

You straddled her quickly, leaning back with a playful smile before crashing your lips against hers once more in a desperate kiss. Her tongue darted out to swipe across your lips that parted instinctively, a whine escaping your mouth as she squeezed your hips firmly. Chaewon’s lips worked wonders to help you completely forget all prior sadness. You smiled appreciatively against her lips, nose nudging against hers as her tongue pushed past your lips. “What the fuck?!” A loud scream had the two of you jumping apart, eyes wide as Yunjin stood in the doorway. You sent your sister a sheepish smile, wincing as she shot a harsh glare at Chaewon, eyes filled with a burning rage. This was gonna be hard to explain.

I wrote this in like 5 seconds, I know it sucks 😭

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normal-internet-user · 1 year ago

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I hope you are having a good day! I'm wondering if you can write an ROTTMNT angst hc where their brother (maybe older than Mikey but younger than the others) gets shot while out on a mission? Side note, I see that you're getting into The Owl House, do you think you'll write fanfiction for The Owl House too?

I hope this made sense, English isn't my first language 😅

Of course Anon! And to answer your question, we'll see lolzies! It pretty much depends I guess, if I feel like it you know? (that means most likely yes, I'll end up writing for the owl house)

CODE RED

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Summary: You get shot during a mission, you're brother are gonna make sure you're ok.

Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood: ya know, getting shot: painkillers: swearing.

Requested: Yep!

Male Reader!

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You ducked among the many metal crates in an attempt to avoid the spray of bullets from your opponent.

Bullets were certainly a new threat.

Sure, you'd fought yokai, the foot clan, Shredder: but never once had you ever been shot at. Your shell was a welcome defense against the projectiles, but the rest of your skin was completely exposed.

Your eyes darted around, trying to spot your brothers. It was kinda hard, your position left you practically blind. Probably why it was so easy for one of the goons to sneak up and land a hit.

With a cry of pain, you fell to the ground, scurrying away to find new cover. Your breathing picked up as the pain in your knee flared.

Shit.

Shitshitshit.

You pulled out your phone, sending Leo a distress text. The sound of gunfire made it impossible to communicate any other way.

In a flash of blue, Leo and Raph were at your side, field med-kit ready so Leo could patch you up until you returned home.

"What happened?" Leo asked, immediatly moving to fully asses your injury.

Raph was silently freaking out next to the two of you, using his body as a kind of large shield to protect you, even if there was no immediate threat.

"What do you think happened? I got shot." you replied with a wince.

Leo snorted, then narrowed his eyes in irritation, "The bullet didn't make a clean pass." He muttered, cleaning the area so he could bandage it, "We'll have to dig it out."

"Now!?"

"No not now. Obviously." Leo said, rolling his eyes, "Geez, bro. Trust me. I got this."

You groaned, resting your head on the wall behind you as Leo finished bandaging the wound.

He attempted to help you stand, but your wounded leg folded beneath your weight. If it wasn't for Leo, you wound have face planted straight into the ground.

Raph rest his large hand on your shoulder, then scooped you up to carry you. You tried to protest, but Raph shook his head, "No way." he said, "You ain't walkin' until Leo says so. And he ain't said so."

You turned to look at Leo, who was skillfully avoiding your gaze as he portaled the three of you to a nearby rooftop.

With a roll of your eyes, you looked around, "Where are Don and Angelo?" you asked. Leo shrugged, then pointed to the warehouse you were prviously in, a smirk on his face.

"Found 'em."

Mikey swung over to the rooftop quickly while Donnie followed close behind with his battle shell. Mikey jumped up to cling to you with tears in his eyes, "You got shot! Don't die!"

You sighed, patting your little brothers shell, "Mikey, chill. It's just my knee, I'm fine."

"You got shot!" He repeated, still crying.

Leo portaled the five of you home, where Raph immediatly rushed you into med-bay, "You're gonna be ok, little brother. Raph's got 'cha." he said, setting you down on one of the two cots.

You groaned, covering your face with your hands, "You're right. I'm gonna be fine, because it's just my knee."

Leo began digging around in the cabinets for the tools he'd need, "To be fair, this next part is gonna hurt. You also probably won't be able to walk properly for a while."

Leo tossed Donnie a bottle of pain killers, "Give him two of those." He said, motioning towards you.

You happily accepted the painkillers, gulping them down and waiting for the sweet release to kick in as you layed back.

Leo wheeled a tray over to your bedside, gently nudging Mikey out of the way, "This is gonna hurt, even with those painkillers." He warned, pulling some surgical gloves on.

Mikey took your hand with both of his, and Raph rested his across your plastron. You took in a deep breath, then nodded towards Leo, "Just get it over with, Leo."

Leo snipped open the bandages, and Donnie gagged at the sight of your wound, quickly turning to leave the room, "I can't watch. *gag* gotta go-"

Getting the bullet out was a quick, but not at all painless process. You definitly tried your best to seem indifferent though, not that anyone bought it of course.

Leo was quick to clean, stitch, and bandage the wound, sighing with obvious relief once he was finished.

Raph helped you sit up, and Mikey rushed out of the room, shouting about how he was going to make dinner. Upon Mikey's leave, Donnie returned to the room, eyes catching on your bandaged leg with a shudder.

That night was definitly a turtle pile night. All of your brothers being careful to not irritate your wounded leg.

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Finally back to writing! It sure has been a while since I posted any fics, sorry about that, lol!

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xanticore · 4 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

part one

Genre: angst

Warnings: mentions of drug and alcohol abuse. Rehab. ( Sad ending for Kook but he understands why )

Setting: early 2000s ,, New York

Summary: After months of being in rehab, Jungkook was able to get fully sober and just wanted a restart. He's finally back in his band and ready to properly take on his career. The band was in New York just hanging out at the mall until he noticed you with a new boyfriend.

Rockstar!Jungkook

My brother picked me up from the rehabilitation center and I was greeted with my members sitting in the back of the truck. They all popped confetti and screamed in admiration for me as I was fully better. I couldn't help but smile and screamed with them. I felt like a changed man and I was determined to leave the drugs and drinking alone for good.

I was able to get over my father's death and my mother walking out. All I really needed was someone to talk to instead of having my emotions be bawled up. I was overwhelmed with my own self-stressing myself out. I had amazing resources but ended doing something that I wasn't supposed to.

The members really kept me in check throughout our comeback album. During interviews, I was prepared for the questions where fans were desperate to know. I told them the truth and made a promise to everyone, letting them know I won't go through such a path ever again.

I was diagnosed with major depression and still have to take anti depressants every day to keep me from doing anything stupid. My members- Jaehyun specifically, was on my ass about me taking my pills as if I was some kid. I eventually took an understanding and just listened to him.

It was a friday night and our band was backstage getting ready to go on the tonight show with Jay Leno. I was a bit nervous as it was going to be my first time being in front of a live audience in awhile. I was getting my hair and makeup done, as my leg were shaking on the chair. Yugyeom took noticed as he was sitting next to me reading a magazine.

"Kook, you alright bro?"

"Yeah..just nervous"

"It'll be okay"

Yugyeom gave me a reassuring grin before caressing my thigh. It honestly calmed me down a bit. I was nearly on the verge of breaking down into a panic attack. I did my breathing exercises before it was time to go on to national television.

The interview went very well and was comfortable after Jay didn't say anything about my addiction but instead asked if I was a-ok. The band went along to perform our new single flawlessly; leaving the fans screaming. I could tell people really did miss and care for me when I took a moment to take out my earpiece. They were chanting my name.

It made me a little teary eyed as I walked back to our dressing room.

Saturday afternoon came around and me and the gang was out just having a chill time. We walked around manhattan and eventually just ended up at a mall. We all had some shopping done and just took ourselves a break at the food court. Eunwoo was kind enough to treat everyone with a burger meal-which we dreaded on paying him back.

"Kook, I just wanna say- we all wanna say that we are proud of you. If you have any issues please..don't hesitate to tell us." Eunwoo said, giving me a purple and black box. "What is it?" I asked smiling out of curiosity..still having some burger in my mouth.

"It's a gift from us- to you." Jaehyun answered. "Open it." I went along and opened the box. Inside was a Vivienne Westwood ring. A ring similar to a character from an anime I took fond of while in rehab. There was also a note inside it that read...

Jungkook, were so proud of you that you made it this far in your life. We were all scared for you and wanted whats best for you. We hope in the future we will always bring a smile to your face as we play our instruments. We love you Jungkook and we will be here with you until the day we die. - The rest of owlsleep

I read the note at least three times before getting up to form a group hug. I put on the ring and it fit perfectly. I really don't think I would be here without them...more likely her as well. We continued our chatter on random topics and ate our lunch.

I eventually became full and just sat at the table listening to the guys bickering about power rangers. I wasn't really looking at anything particular in the food court but the second I did, my heart skipped a beat. (name) was sitting at a table, at least 7 tables away from us. My smile faded seeing a guy sit next to her , kissing her on the cheek.

I never stopped thinking about ever since that night me and Jaehyun gotten into that argument. I wonder if she knows that im alive...If im..ok? I couldn't just walk up to her after all I said to her. I felt defeated. I guess this was karma doing it's work.

"Kook you ready to go?" Snapping out of my thoughts all the trashed was picked up and Yugyeom was standing there waiting for an answer. I chuckled out of embarrassment. "Yeah.."

We walked out of the food court and I had made no moves. It's what I deserve and I know now, she's happy and relaxed with someone else.

That's all I care about.

a/n: i hope yall like pt2. somewhat happy ending but it's what kook deserves. yall like the Nana reference ?

dividers : cr to owners

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lowkeyrobin · 5 months ago

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👀 guess who's back

Is now a bad time to request a Foosh fic?

helloooo!! ; also I'm backed the fuck up but dw I swear I'll get this shit posted LMAO ; also went for some angst cause why not (I wanted to write maze runner angst of some sort but idek I have too many reqs)

FOOLISH GAMERS ; meet you at the graveyard

summary ; you have to say goodbye to one another

warnings ; language, suicidal innuendos

disclaimers ; snow in carolina 😭🙏 forgot where bro lives for a minute, reader is 23 but can mostly be ignored ig, young sheldon reference, me venting about loss and grief kinda idek

track ; meet you at the graveyard, cleffy

word count ; 853

b/m = birth month & b/d = birth date

masterlist

Foolish somblerly walks up to the graveyard where you lay now, where you stay now. He carries a bouquet of crimson red roses in his hand, the snow under his feet making a crushing sound as he walks.

His head hangs low, the vision of the accident and your face clouding his mind as he lays eyes on your headstone. He sets the flowers down across the snow, covering the bottom of your headstone like a freezing cold blanket.

You didn't deserve this, being only twenty-three.

His fingers trace your birth date and death date fragiley, like he'd hurt you beyond the grave.

B/M B/D, 1999 - December 28th, 2022

It stung seeing those numbers like that, under this circumstance. Your birthday was something to be celebrated, bringing joy and excitement, but now it hurt. Instead of creating more fun, happy memories with you, he'd have to sit in silence and ponder, drowning in those old memories because he couldn't make any new ones with you.

He sits down, looking blankly at the grey stone, then up at the grey skies above.

He talked to you every once in a while when he visited, trying to fill the empty hole in his heart. He felt like Mary Cooper talking to you like this, still hurt and alone, just wishing it'd all get better.

"How do you ever expect me to be happy?" He asks, his tone laced with the slightest bit of anger. Anger at himself mostly, angry at the force that took you away from him. "Why isn't letting go as easy as loving you?"

Tears stream down his frost-bitten cheeks, glowing a bright red. He wasn't properly dressed for the cold, only wearing some thick shoes, jeans, and a heavy coat over a t-shirt. He'd nearly left the house wearing basketball shorts until he saw the snow in his yard.

"I can't help it, it's just the way I'm wired, I know. I just can't let go. I love you too much to even try." He shakes his head, shoulders raised as he tenses up. "Every time I see photo recaps of you on my phone, I just cry. I don't wanna cry anymore, Y/n/n. I wanna smile when I see you, but I can't."

He wipes his tears away with his thick sleeves, sniffling a bit as he attempts to keep his composure.

"You taught me so much, you gave me so many new experiences and memories and showed me things I never would've if it weren't for you. I'm here right now because of you, everything is because of you." He admits. "Getting over you feels so wrong, even if it's just trying to live with myself without you. Those words that you said before you left my house are stuck in my head like glue, I don't know what you even meant. I can't even tell between fact and fiction with it"

He thinks of it over and over again before whispering it aloud. "'See you tomorrow, maybe', what does that mean?" He questions, "What does that even mean?" He asks again, his voice breaking.

At the response of nothing, he hides his face in his hands, struggling to hold back the tears. He quickly stands up without wishing you goodbye, heading back to the front entrance to leave and get back home.

You watch as he does so, his frozen fingertips hidden in his pockets. You sat on top of your headstone, knowing he couldn't see nor hear you, hoping one day he could. You always answered his questions, responded to his statements. You'd stay there until he joined you, hoping it was later rather than sooner, if anything.

As much as you'd been waiting for him, you could wait longer. You wanted him to live the long, fulfilling life you didn't give yourself. He'd be okay without you, he just needed time to adapt.

The days flick by quickly as if they're merely seconds, showing the snow melting over time and those roses wilting. Eventually, they're fully decomposed, leaving the plastic wrapping to be picked up by a stranger visiting their loved one, as it'd blown in the wind toward them. The grass is cut again once it's warm again.

They never weed wack, but mow over the flowers Foolish left at your grave, angering him. He decided that every time he'd come, about once every two to three months, he'd plant new ones. They hadn't run over the new rose bush he'd put beside your headstone, pleasing him at least.

You watched as he grew month after month, clearly happier and healthier after each visit. They'd become more sporadic, but he'd never healed, you don't just heal after losing someone like that. You break for good, you're able to super glue the broken plate back together, but cracks and small missing pieces still remain.

His goofy laugh makes itself present one day, lighting up your whole face like you'd never smiled before. It glued together one of those broken pieces inside of you, you swore it.

"I love you, Y/n/n."

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #foolish gamers oneshot #foolish gamers x reader #foolish gamers x you #foolish gamers #qsmp x reader

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total-drama-brainrot · 9 months ago

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Hello hello ophe 👋😇

Just gonna say hockey bro Gwen

That it’s that is the ask

But I have a question? If you mind answering I’m fine if you can’t answer it really 👽

Do you have any writing tips for an amateur fanfic writer? (Me😔) cause I have a hard time with characterization. Just tips on that would be great😊 but it’s kinda sad to see that some people think of Rice Krispies like that even though it has been tagged and all that 😔

But I wish you the best of luck ophe! 😎🥳

-Ass Stars anon

Hello hello, Ass Stars Anon! 👋😊

(Is it obvious that I know literally nothing about hockey?)

As for writing tips, I'm not exactly a qualified or professional author, but I'm more than happy to share some of the tips and tricks I use when it comes to characterisation.

Primarily, it's really important to understand three key aspects of the character you're writing; their habits, their motives, and their temperament.

When you're writing for a certain character, always consider not only what they're doing, but why they're doing it. You can have your characters do something entirely OOC if you can justify why they'd be doing it, either through circumstance or by utilizing the three key aspects.

For example, when Trent gets uncharacteristically aggressive towards Cody in "Up the Creek", it's still in character because it's motivated by his feelings for Gwen- Trent's already established as a bit of a hopeless romantic, so having him act irrationally due to his uncertainty over Gwen's returned feelings excuses his hostility (despite his usual laid-back nature). We see later, especially in Action, that Trent has a habit/tendency of acting irrationally when it comes to anything that threatens his love life.

Of course, habits can also refer to the little patterns and behaviours certain characters have; for example, Harold's continuous use of "Gosh!" is a habit of his- something that can be easily identified as a Harold Behaviour, and something super easy to add to his dialogue to keep it feeling in character.

Another good example of utilizing dialogue habits is (not to self promo here) how I write Alejandro's speech in my stories. Throughout the show itself, you'll rarely hear Alejandro use contractions and abbreviations (he'll say "we all" instead of "we'll", or "is it not?" instead of "isn't it?"), and his manner of speech is very formal (for a ~16 year old) both due to the fact that English is his second language and the fact that he's the son of a high profile diplomat. That's why, when I write for him, I make a point of keeping his written dialogue as contraction-free as possible.

I hope that my little tangent there helps at least somewhat!

And thank you for the concern! I think some people misconstrued what my intentions were with the RK fic, which is understandable given one of the primary concepts used in the fic is generally used in a sexual context (which is such a waste of a perfectly good plot device by the way! Honestly, I wish people would stop associating cool concepts with The Horny to the point where people trying to explore them as narrative devices are assumed to be creeps 😓) but the anon who initially accused me of unsavoury things has since apologised, so no harm no foul. Though my fic is properly tagged, I should've made it more apparent either in the summary or the author's notes that it isn't as, uh, 'distasteful' as some might assume.

I wish you the best of luck too! 😁

#this one's kind of all over the place huh? we've got doodles writing advice and fic discussion all in one condensed post #i'm not gonna use any main tags for this one in the interest of not clogging them up with my ramblings #ophe doodles #ophe rambling #ass stars anon #replies #rice krispies fic #⬅ (for blacklist purposes)

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narcolini · 2 years ago

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trapped

ezekial ‘ez’ reyes x gn!reader, whump, happy ending, 2627 words

warnings for claustrophobia(?)

for day 11 of whumpril : ‘i’m right here.’

a/n: i always knew this day would come... the solo EZ fic finally beckoned, and i answered. and i promise next time i write him he wont be in mortal danger LMAO

tagging: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @hausofmamadas (let me know if u want to be in any taglists ofc)

Gilly’s barely got the truck in park before you’re flying from the passenger side, door left open behind you. He’d driven far too slow for your liking, so you’re running now, toward the orange-lit yard and the house EZ has passed through a thousand times—with no issue. Until today, of course. And still, Gilly showed no hurry in bringing you here, despite the situation. The very time conscious situation. You’d think, after trying to hide it from you, and then trying to stop you from coming to help, that he’d drive with a bit more pep under his pedals. Use that guilt he’s harbouring, to make amends and get you there fucking faster than the speed limit.

If he did, you’d have time to consider the situation properly. To assess the risk, the likelihood of EZ being in real, serious trouble. As is, you don’t, and your sneakers can’t hit the ground fast enough.

Coco’s the only one you can see, standing by the open garage. Standing, yes, fidgeting, smoking, and doing nothing—like he can afford to do nothing. Like his brother isn’t buried beneath the concrete he’s killing time on.

‘Where is it?’ you blurt, pausing long enough to show him your face. Let him see that it’s you, you’re serious, and stressed out of your mind, so it would be very fucking smart for him to answer without argument. ‘The tunnel?’

‘The fuck…’ His arm falls to his side, cigarette smoke curling back up the length of it. ‘What the fuck are you doing here?’

‘Hm, I don’t know.’ You line the sarcasm with enough venom to sting. ‘Something about my boyfriend being trapped in a collapsed smuggler’s run?’

He tuts sharply, looking past you to Gilly. ‘You were supposed to keep this shit quiet, bro.’

‘I couldn’t—’

You cut Gilly off, snapping your own voice over his reply, ‘The real question is, why the fuck are you out here and not in there, digging him out?’

It’s behind him, you realise, the opening. A small square cut from the concrete, with a ladder set over the edge it. You don’t have time to debate it, though you could chew Coco out until the sun came up, so you burst past him instead.

‘Keeping watch—hey!’ he shouts after you, sounding as annoyed at you, as you are at him. ‘There’s no fucking space for you, dude. You’re just gonna get in the way.’

It doesn’t matter. If EZ’s stuck in there, you’ll make space. You’ll pick the walls apart with your own hands if you have to.

You take the ladder facing forward, which is a mistake, but you’re too committed to it to turn around now. Your hands grapple at the metal rungs behind, heels slipping every other step. It looked like a bigger height from the top, but the clambering, clumsy approach you’ve taken, makes it feel like two or three foot, max. Gone in a blink, and then you’re underground, at the end of the tunnel with the destruction sitting right there in front of you. And God, it’s as bad as your anxiety had told you it would be.

The air is choked with dust, disturbed dirt from the collapse, you assume, and it’s thick enough to make you cough. To irritate your throat as soon as you take that first breath. It’s even making it hard to see, putting a cloudy filter over the narrow alleyway that you have to squint through. Your arm goes up, forearm shielding your eyes, like that’ll be any help at all.

‘EZ?’

There are figures ahead, that you can make out, two men swinging at the wall where the ceiling caved in. As you get closer, toes catching on the gaps between the plywood walkway, it’s obvious who it is, Angel and Creeper, both working away at the rubble. Creeper’s topless, Angel's sweating through his A-tank, and both have been working long enough to look sick with it. Tired and lagging.

‘Get out the way,’ you bark, pushing between the two. You have to get to him, you have to get close enough to the landslide of mud to see for yourself, to know. To know that he’s…

‘The fuck?’ Angel stumbles back, shovel swinging free from the dent he’s made. ‘No, nah, you can’t be here.’

You flick your gaze back to him, hand flapping behind you. ‘Give me the.’ You swallow, airborne dust drying your tongue and words with it. ‘The thing, the fucking. Give it me.’

‘Are you kidding me?’

Creeper’s still working, chipping away at the dirt with the end of his shotgun. It isn’t efficient, by any means, but it must be all he has. All you have, now. Two dudes with a shotgun and a shovel. One big fucking wall of collapsed earth, with no sign of life on the opposite side.

‘EZ?’ You turn to it, desperate. ‘Ezekiel?’ Your palms smack against it, but all you make is a shallow pathetic slap that has no hope of carrying through. ‘I’m right here,’ you shout, before turning your head to put your ear to the cold of it. ‘Can you hear me?’

Angel answers in his brothers place, ‘You really shouldn’t be in here.’

‘Shut up.’

‘This shit isn’t stable, it could collapse again any fucking—’

‘I said shut up,’ you snap, ‘I’m trying to listen.’

It hums, almost, the dirt against your ear. Echoes like you’ve held a shell to it, and not pounds and pounds of ancient soil.

‘EZ?’

Creeper stops when you call for him this time, giving you the momentary silence you need, because—there, yes—there it is, faint as anything: your name said back to you, muffled but clear enough to be real. EZ, alive, conscious, and talking back. Hope jumps into your chest, right behind the heart. It’s not over yet. He’s in a pocket, somewhere, a gap big enough to survive in.

‘Give me the shovel, Angel.’

You look back when he ignores you, just in time to catch him and Creeper exchanging a look, a pair of expressions that you know to take as a no. Loco, they’re thinking. You’re in over your head.

They set to work again, and you let them, staggering back a couple yards to give them space to swing. You can’t dig any faster or better than they can, determination or not. Even love can’t manage that.

‘Hold on, EZ,’ you tell him, though you’re probably too far away now, and the shirt you’re holding over your mouth, to block the rising dust, is muffling the words. ‘Just, hold on.’

A little longer, and he’ll be out. Just a little longer.

They’re making progress, you can tell, the wall is concave and crumbling now. In fact, your arrival seems to have only made them quicker, more thorough, the dirt coming off in chunks, splitting and shattering by their feet. If they aren’t careful, they might get through so fast that they’re a danger to him. Shovel to the head, shotgun nose to the outstretched arm. He could be anywhere within the collapse, hearing them get closer and closer, unable to speak loud enough to stop them.

You can’t think about that. You can’t think of him in there, under the weight of it all. Chest tight, restricted. Mud in his eyes. Wires and plastic from the overhead lights, all wrapped up on top of him.

You chew your lip to stop it. Teeth through the skin, copper in your mouth. He’s alive and you’ll see him soon enough. He’s alive and you’ll see him—

‘I got something.’ It’s Creeper, loud and certain. ‘Help me clear this shit, man.’

Angel tosses his tool aside, just as Creeper has, choosing to use their hands instead. Dirty and desperate, their knees on the piles of earth they’ve already shifted. It only takes a moment before they’ve cleared enough away that you see it too: black, muddied leather. The white edge of writing.

It’s him.

You can’t give them space after that. You’re in there with them, shoulders bumping, six hands clawing away at the wall until more and more of EZ is revealed. His arm, the blue of his jeans. A bit longer, and you’ve found his head, found the bent metal strip-light that has shielded him from the worst of it. If it wasn’t for that, he’d have no pocket to breathe in, no eyes to blink up at you.

‘Hey,’ you whisper, bending down to put your face next to his. You had imagined saying something useful to him, something reassuring. But when you’re down to the moment of it, all that comes out is that, hey, soft and wavering.

He blinks again, pulling in a wheezing breath as he looks up at you—he hasn’t recognised you yet, you can tell, he’s still catching up on being alive. On having light on his face, and free air to breathe, dusty or not. He’s on his back, lengthways down the tunnel. Not out yet, but Creeper and Angel are working on that, pulling chunks off with clawing fingers.

‘EZ?’ you try, brushing the grit from his eyes, then the corners of his mouth, the angles of his beard. ‘We got you, okay? We’re getting you out.’

He croaks your name, makes the connection at last. Bleary eyes at bleary eyes.

‘Yeah,’ you sniff, fighting tears without realising it, ‘it’s me. I’m here.’

Your hands are shaking as you put your palms to his head—too far gone to try and still them now. What matters, is EZ. His comfort. You want flesh between him and the ground, warmth, not cold roughness, to cradle his head.

‘Just a little bit longer,’ you promise.

His eyes close, but he attempts a nod, moving his chin just enough to be noticeable. The next breath he takes is bookended with a cough, dry and filled with the crap you’re all breathing in.

‘You sure I’m not dead?’ he asks, only audible because your face is so close to his, your hair flopping down onto his forehead.

‘Yeah,’ you laugh, though it’s more of a sob, ‘I’m sure.’

‘Seems like heaven.’ He forces a dry swallow. ‘I see an angel.’

You sniff again, your nose threatening to leak, and brush over his face once more. Gentle, because you’re too scared to break him. ‘You’re choosing now to flirt with me?’ you joke, keeping your voice quiet. ‘You’re ridiculous, EZ.’

He smiles—or at least he tries to, one edge of his mouth twitching upwards.

‘I think that’s that’s good enough,’ Angel says, sitting back on his boots. ‘Think we can pull him out now.’

You nod, shuffling back yourself, though it’s the last thing you want to do. His legs are free enough to wiggle him out without threatening the structure of it all—without crushing the rest of you in the process. So if you have to leave him to do that, let his head sit back in the dirt, just for now, then okay. ‘Okay,’ you tell them. ‘Where should I…?’

Angel’s taking your place at the head of him, forcing his hands beneath EZ’s shoulders. Creeper grabs the leg they’ve dug entirely free, hooking his elbow around his thigh and, well, there isn’t room for you to help at all. So you step back, again, stumbling to your feet so they have space to manoeuvre him.

‘You ready, lil bro?’ Angel asks, panting still, a thick sweat over his brow. ‘In three.’

Creeper nods, and then they pull without waiting for three at all. Probably because they’re just as desperate as you are, now, just as keen to see EZ out and safe again. They’ve been digging so long that there can’t be much energy left in their reserves. It’s now, or never. One tug, two grunts, a catch in the dirt, a tear of EZ’s shirt sleeve, and then it gives. It all gives.

They pull him out of the landslide using their bodies as the counterweight, EZ tugging free and over their laps as they fall backwards from the effort of it. You’re only watching and it’s made your breath heavy, matching the rise and fall of their own chests. They did it. He’s out. Sprawled and painted with dirt, red spotting up his arms from the scratches and nicks he’s collected, but alive. Scooping breaths in like water.

‘God,’ Angel rushes, slapping a palm to EZ’s shoulder, ‘you need to cut some weight, bro.’

‘Yeah,’ Creeper laughs, ‘like moving a fucking bear.’

And then they’re all laughing, even EZ, as weak as it is, panting for air and laughing with the relief of it. Shit, even you’re smiling, and the lump of worry in your throat is still set there like concrete. It’ll stick until you’ve seen him up and walking again.

But they need to catch their breath first, and you can’t carry him alone.

‘D’you think you can stand?’ you ask, looking down at EZ laying over their legs. If he can’t, you’re all in for a struggle, trying to get him up that ladder and through the gap smaller than his shoulders will be near impossible.

EZ nods, taking a finally deep breath before pulling himself upright. He nearly manages it alone, but Angel helps him in the last minute, with a palm to his back, and then once he’s got the momentum of it, he’s up. Wincing and limping as he turns, but up.

You’re crying again. Or, your eyes are, and you’re just letting them. Wet down your cheeks.

‘I thought you were…’ You can’t manage to say it. The words become a whimper that you try to hide by clearing your throat. Before, you had enough of a mission to ignore the fear of it, the sinking what if behind your eyes. Now, it’s pouring out like gasoline. So thick, you can hardly breathe.

He struggles over to you; from the clench of his jaw, you can tell he’s hiding what it costs him, how much it hurts, to protect you. To save you from worrying even further. One foot in front of the other, between where the two men sit, and then he’s in front of you. Upright, and alive, and breathing hot, dry breath over you.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, pulling you into a hug with the arm he seems to be favouring.

You press your face to his chest and lock your hands behind the back of him. ‘For what?’ you mutter, glad of his clothes to muffle the catch in your voice.

‘Scaring you all the time.’ He puts a kiss to your head, against the hair, holds you tighter than you dared to hold him. ‘Must be the worst boyfriend in the world.’

You scoff, puffing it at the skin by his neck. ‘You think I’d dig through this shit to get you, if you were?’

You’d dig through three times the amount if it meant seeing him safe. If it meant having him, like this, on the other side.

He squeezes you again, before pulling back and shifting so he can lay his arm over your shoulder. There’s a thank-you in the way he looks at you, a level of relief, and love, that neither of you need to articulate. It’s enough to make you sniff away the last of your tears, to take an edge off the lingering concern.

‘Can we get out of here?’ he asks, wincing, and hissing a breath as he tries to walk again. ‘Always fucking hated these tunnels.’

‘Yeah,’ you scoff, ‘me too.’

If only it made a difference. If only that would stop him walking through one again.

#ez reyes #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x you #mayans mc fanfic #whumpril2023 #this FLEWWWW out of me #my brain really said what if we buried someone alive today? <3

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staticespace · 5 months ago

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If you receive an ask or see a post for medical assistance by Tumblr user lucymkiraa, it is Highly Likely a Scam

Notice. They have admitted to having more than one account, so you may see their PayPal link in more than one place. Report the account in the image below to PayPal:

I became aware of them after they sent me an ask (I unfortunately don't have the image because I believe they've blocked me, removing it before I took a screenshot). In it, they claimed to be Black and disabled, unable to breathe properly, and needing money for medical attention.

When I looked at their account, I saw the following pinned message:

I reverse image searched their profile picture, which produced no duplicate results. However, I still felt unsettled.

Since I received their ask in my inbox, I began messaging them privately. I will note my personal red flags as we go along.

(this gets long, so please keep reading to view more)

��Excessive use of "dear"

Please note, as you see in the pinned message I've shared up above, that they have listed their income goal and the amount they presumably have. This information is completely based on their own metrics and you have no third-party method of knowing how much they actually have.

🚩"Trust me, bro, I will tell you how much I have."

🚩Constant misspelling/misunderstanding of English

Note: they do actually have the update on the account they've messaged me with, even if they have multiple accounts. Regardless, my question still stands, as any of these "other accounts" they have could list any other number or no number at all.

🚩No list of accounts they are using to raise money

Before I could continue, they quickly sent another message.

🚩🚩🚩Lying to agree with me + continued excessive use of "dear"

I intended to say "Moving on" after my message conceding that they did actually have the amounts listed on their account. However, for whatever reason, they agreed with me that they didn't actually say the information I just said they did, indeed, have. Why lie about something so easy to disprove?

At this point, I'm sure I'm working with a scammer, but I also have a tendency to not trust myself. After all, what if their fingers are too stiff to type properly? What if that really is just the way they speak? It's the heat of the moment, and I know I can be gullible and a bit too quick to act.

So, I make one last attempt. After all, it's true that I couldn't find their icon image via a reverse search. But what if they used some sort of overlay I can't see with the naked eye to prevent it from matching with the original?

🚩An excuse instead of an answer

Note: At the time I sent my initial message requesting an answer within two minutes, it was 11:45 PM in Sacramento County, California. In three hours, it would be 2:45 AM.

As noted, two minutes passed without an answer.

🚩Continued misuse/misunderstanding/misspelling of English

Although, I accidentally wrote "be" instead of "been," so that's part of the reason why I didn't immediately consider it a red flag. Continued misuse, etc., is more of a red flag than occasional or one-time issues. Also, since I have put them on a time crunch, their misspellings and such have increased. Ah, also--

🚩🚩🚩Still haven't told me any sort of time

Even if they weren't sure what it would be in three hours, why not tell me what time it is now?

🚩🚩🚩Told me an incorrect time

🚩🚩🚩Continued to tell me an incorrect time, but switched to military/international/24-hour clock

By the time of these messages, it was around 11:53 PM in Sacramento County, CA. The times they told me, as noted, were that it would be 3:44 AM in three hours (it would be 2:53 AM), then they told me it will be 8:53 PM (which is three hours in reverse despite referring to the future).

By this point, I am acting as though it is a scam and reporting their PayPal account. They continue to message me.

🚩🚩🚩Still telling me the wrong time (2 PM when it's almost midnight)

🚩🚩🚩Increased desperation

🚩🚩🚩Continued misuse/misspelling of English despite claiming to be a Black American from Sacramento County, CA (before someone says it, AAVE use would not be a "misuse" of English btw, it's a dialect)

🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩Continued excessive use of "dear"

Unfortunately for them, I hate being called "dear".

I won't bother you with the extra images, but I switched gears and said I would donate to them, and they, continuing to call me "dear," expressed thankfulness. They were so thankful that, when I asked them for the email address they used for their PayPal account, they gave it to me.

As I sent my report to PayPal, they said they hadn't received the money yet, and I said I was heading to the bank. They said okay and gave me their blessings.

Thankfully, for you to send a report to PayPal, all you'll need is their link URL, this very post to show how they've acted suspicious, and their PayPal username, which is Lucymkira.

Their PayPal URL is https://www.paypal.com/donate?hosted_button_id=9R2PJZYZXPG4E.

Remember, Do Not Donate To Them.

I attempted to send a warning not long after our conversation, but I had a feeling that they would block me before I could share it fully.

Here is where I had started:

They appear to have blocked me before I could continue reblogging with more information, so I made this separate post.

TL:DR;

Do not donate any medical expense money to user Lucymkira. Due to various red flags, I firmly believe it is a scam. Do not donate any medical expense money to anyone linking to the PayPal page with the URL "https://www.paypal.com/donate?hosted_button_id=9R2PJZYZXPG4E".

If you click on their link, you can scroll to the bottom to "Report Inappropriate Content" or click the link here, which goes to the same page. Use their username, "Lucymkira", and a link to this post to report your findings to PayPal on their inappropriate behavior and use of their services.

Be careful of medical expense scams on Tumblr, but do not lose your giving heart. Double and triple-check whoever solicits you for help online. Ensure you have enough evidence to believe them trustworthy before giving them anything.

And if they aren't, report them to the necessary authorities so others do not get scammed.

Please reblog this post to spread the word.

Many thanks for your time.

#paypal #paypal scam #medical scam #donation scam #lucymkira #boost #mutual aid #mutual aid scam #donation

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cutiedwaekki · 1 year ago

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BEAR HUG

another old fic that rewrite and posted hehe maybe i should write a little thing for Changbin birthday don't you think ?

Summary: Chan keeps hiding his body in oversized hoodies, so curious Felix decides to find a way to see what's behind those clothes.

Felix is a very observant person, he notice every single little detail. This was one of its advantages and disadvantages. For example, he was the first to notice if one of his friends had a new hairstyle or had bought new clothes, not failing to compliment them each time on their choice which he thought suited them very well.

So he easily noticed some change in his Australian bro aka Chan, who used to wear oversized clothes , espacially sweatshirts .Either way, he continued to wear them, but the size were getting bigger in length and width, making some of his sweatshirts as long as a dress when Felix stole his clothes to wear them. He didn't understand such a change and didn't want to bother his friend with his silly questions so he watched him silently trying to answer his own questions about the oldest.

But hey, apart from seeing him eat a little more than usual and his cheeks being more chubby, he hadn't noticed anything that changed from usual, then these previous elements had a valid reason that only offered a clue.

To Felix, according to Chan he ate more because he worked harder at the gym and if his cheeks looked swollen it was because he had his wisdom teeth removed. Felix believed him and saw no reason why Chan would lie to him.

So one day he got tired of looking and doing nothing and decided to take action.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

It was precisely 2:07 p.m., the two Australians were spending an afternoon together playing video games and eating junk food. One of their mutual friend, Hyunjin, had given Felix a kit to make iced coffee easily then he used it constantly like now.

-"Calm down on the iced coffees it's your third there" Chan said amused without having any real intention of stopping him since he himself had been able to drink than the equivalent of an entire bottle of soda

-"You can't tell me what to do!" The young Aussie retorted amusedly, taking a big sip of his drink, making them both giggle right after.

Then it was when he got up to make a fourth iced coffee, that an idea crossed his mind, certainly a little too direct but at least it would surely answer one of his questions, what was it? what Chan was hiding behind his oversized clothes.

As he finished adding the ice cubes and mixing the coffee in them, Chan stood up to get him his iced coffee, believing that he had had his caffeine fix for the day.

It was part of Felix's plan that at the last moment after pretending to struggle to get his iced coffee back, "accidentally" spilled its contents on the blonde's now wet shirt.

-" Shit "cursed Chan seeing one of his favorite sweater wet, in folds he was at his friend's house so he hadn't taken a change of clothes with him.

-"Sorry it was an accident! I'm going to pass you some clothes, you're lucky I have one of your sweather that I stole from you a few weeks ago!" Felix reassured but he noticed that despite this the face of the old folds didn't seem to relax what worried Felix

"C-cool thank you...I'll put it on so I don't have much choice" Chan replied hesitantly not knowing what to do, staring intently at the iced coffee stain on his sweater.

Felix nodded and ran to his bedroom to get out his sweater which he put in his bathroom allowing Chan to change in privacy.

At least halfway, Felix was still so curious and his bathroom door didn't close properly so even if it was unethical and that he somehow violated his friend's privacy , he couldn't help bjt watched his friend changing to make the curiosity that had been growing on him for several weeks.

He was quite surprised and didn't expect to see this. His friend who he knew to be composed of 99% muscle seemed to have changed his policy because instead of his nice bulging muscles, finely drawn abs and strong arms; he now had a body covered with thick layers of fat, his arms were much thicker that me him struggled to fit into his old sweatshirt, not to mention the biggest change which was his belly from which two small moobs looked like a B or C cup hung .

the worst was yet to come, before putting on the other sweater, Chan admired his reflection in the mirror. He rubbed his belly with his hands letting all the accumulated fat jiggle as he end up patting it "Good boy you're not far from your goal" he complimented as Felix blushed at what he had just witnessed.

Now that he had seen that he wanted so much to demand an explanation from the blonde but he had to contain himself or he would have to confess that he had watched his hyung change without his consent.

So he hurried back to the living room to clean up the mess caused by the iced coffee, while his mind was thinking about his friend's chubby body.

It felt so soft squishy that Felix was dying to hug his eldest who must have been like a big stuffed plushie.

Chan came back a few minutes later and luckily Felix was able to address his sudden weight gain without addressing seeing him change. Why ? Well even if the sweater was oversized and belonged to the blonde, it seemed that despite that the sweater seemed to suit the blonde's shape perfectly, highlighting it instead of hiding it.

That's when Felix noticed that Chan wasn't just a bit chubby, he had literally become completely fat!

Chan was extremely embarrassed, almost uncomfortable seeing his best friend looking at him like that. From his point of view he thought that Felix was disgusted to see him slacking off so much and growing so fat in a short time. he didn't seem to imagine for a second that Felix had gotten whipped for the blonde and just didn't know how to tell him

They both remained standing without saying anything for several minutes before Felix decided to break the silence by allowing himself to address my subjects that were running through the heads of the two Australians.

-"Don't take this wrong but-" he barely started his sentence when Chan cut him off

-"I know i gaigned weight , i'm fat but i decide it ! I know it's not the norm but i like my body like this and i have no intention of stopping " Chan shouted coldly in fear of anyone noticing Felix about him.

Felix was speechless, he didn't expect the blond to confess this to him, but on the other hand it was a good thing and at least Felix was reassured about this point.

- "Oh ... ok .. you want continue to the game?" asked Felix, pointing to the pause screen of their video game, which surprised Chan who expected remarks or questions from me from Felix who was very curious

- "You .. you say nothing about it?" asked Chan taken aback.

- "Hum ... no, I see that it's not east for you to talk about it so don't force yourself to talk to me about it , then I don't care, as long as you don't have any health problems, take as much weight as you want, plus it looks good on you" confided the youngest to Chan before acting as if nothing had happened and sitting on his sofa waiting for Chan to come.

-"You're the best Lixie!" Chan exclaimed before jumping into Felix's arms and cuddling him gently. Felix took the opportunity to cuddle his eldest in return.

And he was right, it was like he was cuddling a big teddy bear.

Eventually they spent the afternoon cuddling and Chan quickly realized that his counterpart was really enjoying his chubby body, constantly staring at him and occasionally touching his soft stomach.

In short Felix was whipped for his friend and Chan let him do it being whipped for him too, it was an afternoon like the other but except that now, Felix seemed to prepare more often brownies for his friend inviting him to everything eat every last bite.

And of course after all that he did not hesitate to rub the painful belly to relieve his favorite big bear

If only Felix knew Chan had dreamed of this for so long, he'd come to make his big wish come true.

#weight gain #my fic #skz chubby #cdoldfic

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shall-we-go-far-away · 2 years ago

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okay, okay ep. 5 & 6: holy shit that was one hell of a ride wasn't it? (maybe whoever is reading this also saw my panicked posts from wednesday, yes I was losing my mind)

I'll try to do this as structured as possible but I can't promise anything so prepare for it to be just as all over the place as wednesday's episodes.. get ready, buckle up I have a lot of things to say:

first and foremost: FUCK YOU TAEHYUNG!! I was trying to be nice last time giving him a second chance and all because yk, I thought maybe just because he was annoying once, doesn't mean he has to be all the time but fuck was I wrong.. is he genuinely so stupid that he doesn't realize how his words affect jaewon or does he just straight up choose to ignore it?? or is it simply the mixture of both because wtf dude?? this guy is so blinded by his jealousy it's crazy like bro, how about you try and make it less obvious?? and considering how angry and uncomfortable he makes me (and jaewon) I was sooo glad jihyun and aeri were there and so happy to see they quickly picked up on how jaewon reacted and then decided to team up against taehyung (rightfully so)

especially jihyun (my cute little bean) was so attentive the entire time he really took one look at jaewon and immediately recognized something was off.. and because he was watching him so closely his reaction to jaewon slamming his hand on the table came almost naturally

moving on to aeri, I still think she's a bit much but that's probably because I'm introverted as fuck and she's clearly not.. I do really like her and jihyun's dynamic and loved their little class-skipping-shopping-sequence like you go besties!!

back to the junior-senior get together: that cut to jaewon being absolutely wasted was kinda scary and really shows how much he's struggling with everything and that he doesn't know how to properly cope with it.. and this little part of dialogue really stuck with me so once again props to jihyun for this simple yet very deep response

"you're not acting like yourself."

"hey, what is 'acting like myself'?"

"that's up to you."

I just feel like jaewon never heard something like this, he always had to fit into this box that the people around him created for him so someone saying who you are is up to you is complete news to him

harsh cut to jaewon waking up and the flashback with his brother: that shit hurt!! for some reason I expected his brother to be closer to him age wise (not that this would make him dying any less horrible) but when I saw jaewon with this little boy that just shattered me and jaewon just sitting there sobbing and desperately trying to put the camera back together was so painful to watch

skip to the beginning of episode 6: the scene of them in the car was also kinda hard to watch seeing jaewon so out of it like he wasn't even fully there (a quick round of applause for lim jisub who portrays this haunted look very well) apart from that I really liked that even though jaewon didn't answer jihyun's question he didn't let go and kept asking until eventually he gets an answer from jaewon

and now we're at a point where things started to get a little confusing for me:

while watching I felt like something was off, I couldn't pinpoint what it was (most of the time my brain has all the pieces of information but I can't put them together) but the episode felt different and then I saw a post on here (I tried not to read too much because I wanted most of this post to be my own impression) that said we might be seeing everything from jaewon's blurry, medication induced view which is why some things don't seem to add up and I think that's true or at least somewhat close to what was happening

I was actually debating which route to go with because so many possibilities about what was actually happening in ep. 6 came to my mind at first I actually thought jaewon might've overdosed in the car and ep. 6 didn't happen at all but were a hallucination or nightmare (what made me think that was the weirdly bright lighting and everything looking kinda blurry which always was an indicator of a dream or something unreal happening in any sort of media I've ever seen) but I don't think so anymore I would actually go with what I mentioned above and this blurry look comes from jaewon's medication

OOOR they chose this lighting to show how this entire trips feels like a dream because it's only jaewon and jihyun, completely separated from other people and far from their actual lives so of course that feels somewhat dream like

what I'm trying to say is: I don't think the entire episode was fake

I think making it all fake would be a waste of an episode and judging from the rest of the show so far it doesn't really seem like something the creators would do.. I think?? (maybe that's why I want some of the theories here to be true so bad because I don't want this episode to be wasted as a dream or whatever)

I would also agree with others that jihyun is probably fine, maybe a little shaken and scared but not physically hurt.. I think we see the accident happen from jaewon's pov and he's imagining it way worse than it is

nonetheless that shit scared me, how the entire mood switched and went so dark all of a sudden and then jaewon screaming jihyun's name.. I think the worst part were the silent credits and damn, that silence was loud.. let's just say, I cried..

alright, I think that's it.. I kind of lost focus in the end so idk if I actually said everything I wanted to but I think I covered most of it

#I'm a wreck #a hoe for this show #god damn it #it makes me go insane #but for some reason I feel like the wait for Wednesday won't be as long as before #maybe because I'm still in shock #I only know that we're probably gonna deal with a lot of heartbreak next week #buckle up it's only gonna get worse #bl drama #korean bl #the eighth sense #jaewon x jihyun

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evansbby · 11 months ago

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what is it with men, they ask you questions but then they don’t wanna discuss the answer, they just ask you another question???? DOES ANYONE ELSE GET WHAT I MEAN//

YESSS BESTIE HOLY SHIT I’VE BEEN DYING FOR SOMEONE TO TALK ABOUT THIS!! It feels like I’m talking to a fucking computer or something😭😭😭 they ask the question, i answer, they say something like ‘yeah’ some bs like that, i try to engage more in the conversation and then they just ask something else COMPLETELY unrelated to the other question💀 LIKE WHY???? Just hold a conversation pleaseee🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 it’s all I’m asking for😭 or when I ask a question they answer so dry and short and then I have no idea how to response and I just sit there like…how am I supposed to respond when I have nothing to work with, it’s actually so annoying😭 why are men like this??? I just feel like I’m talking to much about myself and I try to let them speak but then they just keep asking me shit💀 Just talk about yourself pleaseee, like i want to get to know you. It just feels like I’m putting in all of the effort and I’m not receiving any of the same vibes back. Just show me some interest in the conversation and then ask me something else.

OR (this is a rare case) but I remember once I was ACTUALLY talking to a guy online and he just out of nowhere asked me if I liked sucking dick…..what?😭 i was like, wtf are you on about??? It’s like they get horny and it’s the only thing they can think about. Before I could even comprehend what tf he was talking about he was asking me about my bra size and it just turned into such a weird conversation💀 i blocked him right after though😭😭

Anyways, moral of the story is that men can’t hold conversations and just turn it into a fucking interview or some shit. He’s a walking green flag if he can actually engage in a conversation.

Men are actually a conundrum fr 😭😭😭

I totally get you though! It’s like they won’t even try to give a conversation a chance to flourish, bc their idea of a conversation is just drilling you with one question after another 😭😭

And don’t even get me started on the one word answers 😭😭😭 like??? And then when you stop replying to them bc they’re giving you one word answers, they’re like “why are you ignoring me” LIKE BRO??? bc you aren’t fucking talking properly bffr 😭😭😭

Also lmfaoooo horny men are crazy whilst texting bc they’ll be getting all hot n heavy, probably jacking off meanwhile the girl is on the other end really not giving a fuck, probably doing her nails or watching a video on YouTube or smth 😭😭 sorry you had to deal with such a gross man lol good you blocked him!

#anon

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pjunicornart · 11 months ago

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Late Night... Vent? Ramble? IDK bro.

I like to think everybody has one emotion they lead with every day of their lives. I think mine is anger.

Which is basically saying you lead with a mask - since all anger is a "vulnerable" emotion in disguise. I never understood people, finding their emotions to be weird and any display of them would quickly make me withdraw from any conversation I miraculously found myself in. I guess I found anybody displaying any emotion to be "cringey" to put it in internet lingo.

I was taught to suppress and hide by my dad, and basically my dad's whole side of the family. We have a kind of nudge you in the ribs type of love, where you were made fun of for pretty much anything stupid you did. I could never really tell if it was meant to be in good fun or for malicious intent, but I laughed along because some of it I found genuinely funny.

I know an autistic stereotype is calling them robots because they seem to lack any emotion, but I was really called that in elementary school and middle school before I found friend groups from the four high schools I went to. I wouldn't show any emotions, always being called creepy from the way I stared off into the distance with an unmoving face. I would always be called rude for saying something I thought was fine. I was the goodie two shoes, sucking up to my teachers. I wasn't subtle, lol.

Back to the emotions thing... why is it that I find clear, obvious emotional displays so... weird? Logically, I understand that emotions just are, and humans are intertwined with them as a necessary function like eating and waste removal. I wonder if it has something to do with my upbringing which I brought up earlier. Control I realize was a big theme within it, so maybe I'm just controlling my emotions on a subconscious level? Which - again - logically speaking, you can't control your emotions. But maybe because my old man had an underlying message of "presenting yourself properly is presenting yourself as a minimized version of you" I was conditioned to find emotional displays to be taboo.

I guess what runs through my head are questions like, "Why are you getting angry? Can't you just calm down? It shouldn't be that hard." But it is hard, which I reiterate, is something I understand logically. It's hard coming down from a "high" so to speak. "Why are you crying? It's not that serious." But it can be serious for some people. Not everybody can look at a situation factually like I can. "How are you THAT happy about this? It's not that big a deal." However, it can be, and I've only just now realized this after I allowed myself to show happiness towards my comfort items/hyperfixations. But I still ask these questions in my head, even though my brain knows the respective answers/rebuttals. It's only later on in life I realized my inner enemy - Logic.

Perhaps that's why I find emotions weird... Because I was taught to find logical ways of looking at/dealing with them. Sad situation? Just look at the situation through a logical lens or use your preferred suppression technique. Anger? Calm down immediately (by any means necessary), because anger is an emotion that gets you in the most trouble and makes you look like an immature brat. Happiness? All things you're happy about have real world benefits, so focus on those and logic your way to solutions to better your life. This is probably one of (the many) reasons I never found my birthday or Christmas to be enjoyable.

Granted, a lot of gift giving holidays were during years of tight financial situations, so you were more or less taught to ask for what you need instead of what you want. Which is probably why I found mundane items like hairbrushes and pants to be amazing gifts, while "fun" gifts like drawing supplies or toys were given a simple, "Cool." from me.

I hate emotions. It feels like I'll never understand them and by extension, the people who are attached to those emotions. It's much simpler to tone it down and appear "dead" for me, as it's a state I've grown to find comfort in. It's a problem I want to solve, but this is one instance where my logic is failing me, and I hate it.

Whenever I think about this, I'm in a mood I can't describe. I think it's sadness, but it might also be anger. Sometimes I feel like jealousy is in there, but again... I can never tell. Emotions aren't black and white. But sometimes I wish they were. It would make things a lot easier to understand on my end.

I'm curious to know if other people around have a similar or exact view on the things I've mentioned here. I can't be the only one who this weird relationship with emotions.

#rosey rambles #random thoughts #late night thoughts #autistic #autism #cw: vent #vent

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josiebelladonna · 11 months ago

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ten minutes left of 2023, and i just want to share this one last thing before i do my disappearing act for 2024. this one question in my sex journal that has badgered me perhaps more than any of them (and these questions badger me to no end). ruminate on this however you like, but know that this is the source of my blues:

What struggles have you had with your sexuality?

Well. Let’s see…

Landing a date. Landing a first kiss. Letting my eyes wander and not feeling guilty about it. Having questions and no one to ask them to. Having a crush and not knowing what the fuck to do about it. Being asked if I like anyone and not being able to answer it and feeling worthless because I said no. Setting a boundary and being made to feel incredibly stupid for it. Having a crush and no one to talk to about it because it’s just GUSH GUSH GUSH and it’s EMBARRASSING. Having a crush and not feeling good enough for them. Having a crush and not even knowing how to talk to them… to the point of madness no less. Not seeing myself as attractive in any circumstance. Having too many hangups, and they’re often ridiculous, too, like my whole beef with the phrase “sexual being”. Not feeling like a woman (sorry, Shania). Feeling like I have no right to identify as a woman. Having too many kinks, like… where did these come from? Having too many kinks and not knowing what to do with them. Having too many kinks, period: I didn’t ask for these and I frankly don’t want them because they’re overwhelming. Feeling obligated to masturbate but it’s too much work. Feeling obligated to masturbate but I’m not having a good time, bro. I hate masturbating because I got caught, shucked, and cucked for it, and I just don’t like it, either. Feeling pressured to label my sexuality. Feeling pressured to label my gender. Not believing it for a second when someone says “it’s okay! Take your time!” in the face of the aforementioned pressure. Feeling judged because I have no kids and I have no desire to have kids. Realizing I’m lgbtq+ but not having the foggiest as to what part I belong to. Realizing I’m lgbtq+ and realizing I won’t be able to come out because my cousin was ostracized for it. Realizing I’m lgbtq+ and feeling like everyone is just gonna be like “whoop de do” towards it. Realizing I’m lgbtq+ and feeling like I’m not doing it right because I get crushes on boys. Auditing my sexual history and feeling depressed because I haven’t done anything. Gaining weight and realizing I like it but it started to come with too many caveats like… tight clothes, getting winded easily, edema in my feet and my heart pounding, so I had to start losing—and boy, have I lost. Seeing the label for my sexuality and feeling like I just diluted the pool. Feeling like I have no right to identify as a woman. Sharing my kinks in fic form and people just shrug at it, and I wonder what is even the point. Writing erotica and feeling people laughing and looking down their noses at me because of my kinks, my tastes, my preferences, who I like, the fact I’m emotional, and I genuinely hate the second-person perspective. Finding the love of my life and realizing he’s not only with someone else, but that someone else makes me incredibly angry and I couldn’t give a single fuck about her happiness because I want him and I ain’t gonna play nice anymore because she’s a pathetic controlling manipulative bitch (control freaks have one fear and that’s not being in control, remember that). Seeing swaths of lgbtq+ people being incredibly hateful to an already-marginalized diaspora of people and making me severely ashamed to be lgbtq+ like… wtf is wrong with you all. Being (often viciously) betrayed by this community again and again for the last three going on four years now. Looking at my sexuality and asking a simple question to it and it’s one word: why. Why do you hate me so much. Why do you torment me so much. Why won’t you work properly. Why are you like this. Most of all, why on earth do you exist.

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Practice Makes Perf

An Alistar x Kanai Non-Canon Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Platonic Making Out? Lemons? I-…I’m sorry?

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Author’s Notes: So I uh…I can’t explain myself, I won’t and frankly I don’t need to. Don’t act like you don’t wanna see two hot hell boys get a lil freaky! Cause I’m tired of pretending like I don’t. :x @aller-geez owns Kanai, did the art and gave me full permission for what I’m about to do…

Description: Kanai is getting more and more serious with Draeko, but he’s never been romantic before, so he asks Alistar for help, but will it go too far?

A very concerned, confused and distraught Kanai paced back and forth in the small apartment he shared with his fellow Hellian, Alistar. He’d never been in this situation before, he never thought things could…get this far? Staring at the ground going from one end to the other, the questions swirled. What was he going to do? The red haired demon came waltzing into the living room, munching on handfuls, I mean handfuls, no consideration to grace, cleanliness or accuracy, of lime hot Cheetos. Chewing obnoxiously with his mouth half open, he froze mid walk as he noticed his buddy’s anxious display. He stood there munching without reserve, red eyes moving up and down trying to read the situation before hand.

“Hey, buddy?” He asked, finally having a clear mouth before, shoving another messy handful into his maw, half chewing. Shaking his head back and forth when he received no answer, just more pacing. “Bro…you’re Fuckin’ up the vibes, what is the deal?” Kanai paused now, brows furtherly crossed before he turned around, throwing his hands up. “Vibes? Deal? I didn’t make a deal?! I don’t understand /anything/ in this world…” he huffed as he stomped himself into the nearby dining room.

One red brow cocked upward, this was unusual for K to just be, well, anything more than emotionless and a lil angsty. Currently, he was frustrated. Clearly. However, the demon knew that the hound wasn’t able to place even the sheer fact he was frustrated. Ruby eyes rolled quickly followed with a slightly amused sigh, he followed forth to meet his distraught friend, who was leaned up against the table rubbing his temples.

“Let’s start with, why you’re pacing in the first place..why are you confused?” Kanai looked up at Alistar with curious eyes, they shifted back and forth almost as if he was trying to find a clue behind those cautious red orbs.

“I’m..confused?” Kanai asked first. Sighing with slight frustration, but trying desperately to have patience with his newly ‘feeling’ buddy. ‘He didn’t have Earthly training….he didn’t have earthly training…’ the demon reminds himself trying to find any shred of empathy that a creature like him possibly could.

“Okay…you’re pacing back and forth, your eyebrows are furrowed and there’s a million questions in your head, right?” Trying to display the man’s actions right before him like a map.

“Yes,” Kanai said flatly, understanding now when his friend explained it out with facts he could recall.

“That’s confusion, you don’t know the outcome of something, or you don’t comprehend something, so therefore you’re in a state of /confusion/,” explaining it carefully, without any usual trickery he would add. There were times, in fact, he could be a good friend, rarely. However, Kanai let out a deep sigh and began to speak with his eyes shut closed tightly, in hopes it would help him articulate what he was confused over.

“Drae…wants to put his lips on mine, but I tell him we don’t do that, why ? What is the significance? And then he gets wet eyes and then can not communicate properly..” Alistar bit his lip slowly trying incredibly hard to push back the laughter that tried to boil to surface. Kanai’s lack of human knowledge is probably the one thing he has on the elder Hellian, Alistar had to be completely desensitized and educated on human behaviors for centuries.

“K, Drae wants you to kiss him, it’s…how people on earth connect with each other,” he waved a hand around carelessly, rolling his eyes with exasperation. “It can be seen as completely pointless to hellians like us, but, also, it’s kind of fun…” tapping his index finger against the base of his chin as he contemplated all the mixed creatures he’d tongued down on earth.

“Fun?” Kanai asked with yet another curious inquiry.

“Well, you know how when you’re with Draeko, and you guys are..well, I don’t know what the fuck you two do together but…you know how the time seems to disappear? Like one minute the sun is out, the next it’s night time?” Finding it incredibly difficult to explain the feeling as Kanai seemed to furrow his brows inward, back to confusion. “OH! Fuck! You remember how we would set ice traps for the flame demons?? So they’d snuff out unexpectedly and make that sad high pitched sizzle?” Kanai cracked a sly smile and nodded faster, face turning up with pride as he got what the man was putting down.

“Yes! Fun! Yes! So this, kissing thing, is fun to Drae? And he gets the same feelings I get when we do ‘side quests’ back at the homelands?” Nodding his head furiously with excitement, the demon clapped his blackened hands together, before pinching each side of Kanai’s cheeks.

“Look how smart you are…yes! Okay! So he gets those feelings and more, ok, kissing is fun, but can be sexy~” he purred swirling a piece of loose navy strands in his slender index.

“Sexy?” Kanai contemplated the meaning of such a word. Alistar nodded slowly closing the gap between them to allow their chests to touch. His eyes looked downward at his best friend with a slight gleam of hunger.

“Tension..the prequel…Earthly creatures don’t have sex the same way we do…we get straight to the point down here,” Kanai stood completely still, truly just used to the fact that Alistar didn’t have any boundaries, so he didn’t feel the need to move. However, he was listening very closely as he hummed gently in his throat..so what was he supposed to do then?

“Okay…how?” Looking up at the red head with those curious sectoral heterochromia orbs. Alistar blinked once, a bit shocked and even confused himself now.

“How what?” Needing further clarification for what exactly his best friend was currently asking for. Couldn’t possibly…?

“How does one ‘kiss’ like those on Earth? Can you show me how I’m supposed to?” The demon stepped back a bit, taken completely by surprise before he swiftly looked the hound up and down. No, he was serious, it was unlikely he was going rouge and pranking him. Shoving one blackened hand in his Jean pocket he grazed the other’s body…look…don’t get any ideas. He wasn’t no mushy, gushy, loser, hopelessly in love with his best friend. Absolutely not. He’s an Anti-Christ, he wasn’t sure he could even do that..however, he would certainly fuck his best friend. If given the opportunity…shaking his head of the sins he wished to commit, he realized this was simply, a teachable moment. Nothing more, or less. Two best friends, kissing for science.

“Well, wait, you want me to like…demonstrate on you?” Look, he may be Satan’s son, but he wasn’t going in without consent. Kanai shrugged coldly, nodding his head slowly with certainty.

“I don’t see why not, you and I are both incapable of petty human emotions that would make this anything more than an experiment,” when the hound put it in those terms, he was absolutely correct. This would just be another Tuesday evening slob for Al. In the comfort of his own home with no effort? A total win win. He stepped back into the space that was once between them, bringing his hand up to cup just under the hellian’s jaw.

“Alright well…First..” he paused as his hand continued to snake over the soft surface there “it’s all about touch…they love to be touched like so…” he rubbed his thumb gently, brushed up over the man’s delicate cheek bone, sliding the smooth blackened palm down the center of Kanai’s thin neck “Some really love here…especially like this,” he hooked the man’s throat in the center of his hand before their mouths hovered just inches away from one another, Kanai watching every action taken, as Al’s hand began to tighten. Red eyes scanning with haste to catch any glimpses of hesitation. When he found none, he swiftly pushed their lips together in one fluid motion. Alistar noticed, really quickly, that Kanai sucked at kissing, as there was a whole lot of teeth clashing and lips slopping together in an uncoordinated fashion.

He pulled away with a chuckle, a string of saliva still connecting them before it broke, Alistar shaking his head back and forth. “Okay, follow my lips, don’t just stand there like a dead fish and guess�� move~ with~ the~ motion,” he rocked his head to the emphasize of each word. The navy haired Hellian Looking upward in thought, before slowly nodding his head.

“Move…with the motion…got it, okay,” taking mental notes as they progressed. Touch..neck..move with the motions. Alistar’s grip tightened against the hound’s throat, he swallowed the other’s lips in another swift movement, Kanai returned with determined intention. Their lips slid across each other with ease now, before Al introduced a sly slippery tongue to curt past the shorter’s loosening lips. “Mhmmm~” Alistar mumbled through the kiss with reassurance. Taking the note, Kanai pushed back, throwing his own wet tongue through Al’s awaiting mouth. Groaning gently, the demon almost was starting to forget this was a teaching moment, shoving his hips inward toward the hellian. His free hand snaking up the side of his friend’s torso, gripping aggressively at his shirt, pulling him so closely it was certainly almost questionable.

Kanai figured this was just part of the lesson, so he paid close attention to the details. Grabbing..okay..he reached over and gripped the sleeve of Alistar’s black tshirt. The demon shuddered slightly, trying not to make it too obvious he was enjoying this moment, making out with his best friend. Their tongues swirled and danced around each other in hot passion, before Alistar disconnected their lips, still only centimeters apart.

Both huffing and trying to catch their senses. “This is important too…” the red head whispered in a sultry tone before his mouth started trailing open kisses along the skin of Kanai’s jaw, then neck, giving him a small generous bite within the crook of the space. Small bolts of electricity shot down the hound’s nerve endings like he’d stuck his finger in a socket. “This right here? Best spot in the house, watch…” his tone still low, red eyes glowing with lust as he dipped forward and sucked, ever so gently at the area he just brought attention to. The hound’s breath hitched once again, oh? The demon wasn’t wrong, that felt …amazing, his legs buckled just slightly, before Al slammed their lips back in unison. Between every third second of their lips colliding together in euphoric passion, the glowing eyed demon hissed between desires. “Be forceful…take what’s yours,” dropping nuggets of advice before reaching down to grab at the back of Kanai’s slender leg. He pushed him up in one bold flash, shoving the navy haired man downward, back flush against the table as the Anti-Christ pinned him below. He stared down into confused eyes with hunger before snatching their lips into another entangled Frenzy.

Completely losing his ability to hold back on his friend, long legs messily splayed around clothed hips, Kanai reaching up just slightly to touch crimson locks, trying to bring his bestie back down to earth. Only shortly met with his arm being shoved and pin down at the side of his face. Alistar threw himself into desperate passion. He ground his hips sharply downward into Kanai’s, who disconnected their kiss in a sharp gasp, the demon making quick work down his neck once more. “Al…” the hound whispered faintly, his head felt foggy, he was sure he could float away before he tried speaking out once again. “Uh…Al?” Said man was a tad busy, leaving soft sloppy kisses along the sides of exposed flesh before he pulled his head back up, staring down at his best friend, the other could see the dangerous glint visible behind glazed over crimson orbs.

“Hm?” He questioned once over looking at the hellian with nothing less than pure unbridled desire.

“…is this not the precursor to sex?…I think I can do that part myself…” Kanai blushed just slightly as his gaze switched to scanning around at the room they found themselves in. Alistar looked down, between their two bodies, more specifically at the fact his hardening groin was pressed pathetically up against his bestie’s. He cleared his throat but still flashed a winning smirk at the other.

“You sure you don’t need practice?” Licking his kiss swollen lips as he anticipated the man’s next answer.

“Alistar…I am pretty sure I know how to do sex…” his sectoral heterochromiatic eyes rolled with slight annoyance. Was his BEST friend seriously doubting his ability to fuck? He squinted his eyes up a bit, challenging the other.

“Look…I’m just trying to help ok…be a good friend, ya know?” Alistar couldn’t help but be, a tad manipulative in this situation..before adjusting his body, still having the shorter trapped below him, but his now way too tight jeans, rocked ever so slightly into the man beneath. “You don’t strike me as a dominant type..” bringing his free hand up, he swiped the pad of his thumb just barely under the hound’s puffy lower lip.

“Well…I can be, you don’t know…” Kanai trying his best to display a character of confidence as his body was rocked slowly into, waves of lust pulsating through him. However, he attempted to keep his composure, almost as if he was trying to convince the both of them now. They could each feel the other’s hot labored breaths ghosting over pale flushed faces, Alistar was certain to crack at any point. He couldn’t get this far and not feel some sense of release as he hovered his best friend.

“Look, don’t you want to impress Drae? Don’t you want the first time you two cross that threshold to be enjoyable for you both?” Al spoke, just barely brushing their lips together once more, noses gently fluttering past one another, hot huffs combining between them.

“Yes…” the hellian answered honestly, his murky colored eyes searching for a sign that was no where to be found. You can’t look for signals from the universe with the Anti-Christ beckoning at your back door. Literally.

“Then…relax…let me show you how…” now sliding that earlier mentioned free hand, slyly up the other’s button up shirt. “Okay?” Pausing once half way up his chest, seeking that delectable consent he could almost reach in shaking palms.

“Okay,” his friend said confidently, he was right..he did want to please Draeko, even if that meant seeking pointers. The next sound that echoed within the confines of their small apartment was a feral growl rising from deep within Alistar’s chest cavity. Finally. He made quick work of unbuttoning Kanai’s persistently stubborn shirt, finding himself frustrated 3 buttons in only to rip it clear off the man’s slender frame. “Is that part of the lesson…?” Looking downward at his exposed chest.

“Absolutely, tearing articles of clothing off their bodies is a winning power move…” swiping his tongue just over the surface of his lower lip before biting down on it. “Make sure to praise…always mention how delicious they look…like now..you look absolutely submissive and breedable, friend,” the demon smiled broadly, Kanai scoffed with a heated flush, avoiding eye contact as his hair laid out messily around him. The demon dipped his head downward sliding his flattened tongue up the trail of exposed flesh. Kanai gasped audibly, his hips stuttered upward into the taller red head, causing them both to let out sexually frustrated grunts subconsciously. Blackened hands now explored the sides of his friend’s torso, mouth making a wet line up the hound’s body, nipping around raising chest buds. He stifled a sharp moan, but his body betrayed him as Kanai started to tremble loosely beneath the assaulting demon. “Now now…” Alistar paused between nips and licks tsking his slender tongue “Are we holding back..? It’s just us here…as friends~” he brought his fingers up to tighten and grip around the hound’s sharp jaw, twisting sharply to force eye contact, watching muddy blues roll back, orbs appearing fully black when Al brought his haunches down fiercely upon his.

“Is…is that…” Trying so hard to fight past the waves of pleasure that vibrated throughout his core. “Part…?”

“Shhh…you’re supposed to be learning…stop interrupting the teacher,” the anti-Christ hissed low in his chest before silencing the man altogether as their mouths intertwined again tongues clashing in a short battle of dominance. Alistar felt like his whole body was on fire as he carelessly rut up against his friend, palms clasped tightly around the other’s biceps to keep him in place. Together they slid their bodies desperately against one another. After a few moments of mindless frotting and breathless kissing, Al pulls his head back bringing his hands down to undo the hound’s grey slacks. Said man looked up at the demon with hooded and flushed eyes, sinful instincts bouncing off the other’s. “A-am I doing g-good? Al?” Stuttering in between labored breaths.

“Beautifully..” he heaved while shoving the other’s pants to his ankles now, taking the boxers with them. Laid out in front of him, his completely nude and aroused buddy. “As long as you’re retaining all of this for personal use…I won’t have failed,” he grunted slowly handling the hound’s free cock with his blackened palm now, the hell hound inhaled once, his legs trembling underneath the taller frenzied man. “Exude confidence…like you’ve been here before,” slicking his lips with a small trail of saliva before he quickly spit down on Kanai’s twitching length inside his hand. Sliding his hand in short circular pumps around the center of the head, before encasing his shaft in a tight grip. “You know how a cock likes to be held, that much I can assume, hm?” With a slightly teasing undertone as the organ leaked into the cracks of the demon’s fingers.

“A-Al..istar..d-don’t be..h-hah~ stupid..” his head twisting back and forth trying to fight the lust building within the pit of his stomach. He didn’t need Al, but he needed anything at this point, which happened to be Al in this current moment. Driven by natural instinct and a desire of greed, Kanai reached up to rip open the anti-Christ’s graphic tee in one swift rip. Quickly looking down, the demon chuckled. “See? You’re learning…” he huffed huskily under his breath before dropping ever so egregiously to his sharp knees, face nestled between the hell hound’s spred legs. “Foreplay is everything to these simpletons, while it’s merely a suggestion for us…so pay attention…” with sweating and rose colored cheeks, Kanai nodded breathlessly, his eyes paying close mind to Alistar’s sliding slick tongue across his trembling inner thigh. “All about the build up…” the Hellian muttered loosely under sharp, swift nips and sucks, doing his diligence to not leave any markings on property that wasn’t his. However good trespassing may feel. He slid his salivating tongue up the center of K’s impatient length with a lustful groan, palms gripping each thigh in fistfuls. He lowered his mouth down onto the awaiting organ, encasing it within his tightening throat.

“A-Alis-…? Hah~!” Losing his sense of clarity before his swollen cock was swallowed swiftly by his friend. He could feel every twist and suck of the expert mouth working him, sharp claws digging into the fragile wood beneath him. Grunting animalistic-ally, Alistar shoved himself forward again, massaging every inch with the base of his tongue. His right blackened hand came sliding down the center of the hell hound’s thigh, snaking between the crevices there so his middle and ring finger could smoothly brush up against his puckered hole. Unable to control his own body, Kanai dangled one leg loosely over the demon’s shoulder, the other spread out and trembling beside them, his hands gripping bright red locks of hair arching himself off the table with a long moan as he felt the fingers slowly slide inside of him.

“Oo-h..h’ah~ I see…that’s..hHh…” biting his lower lip and tossing his head to side while his body pulsated in lust. Continuing to take mouth fulls of Kanai’s tortured length, he used the same rhythm to pump his two fingers up and out of the hungry hole.

“Yeah? Makes you want my thick meaty cock up inside you, doesn’t it?” Shoving his digits further back to strike up against the softened little knot nestled within his prostate. Letting out a strangled grunt, Kanai tried his best to seek rational thought behind his desires to release.

“Am…am I supp-osed to..hah~ say..say that?” Blushing profusely the demon grunted freeing his own length from the depths of his pants. Alistar didn’t wear anything underneath, being a true form Commando man. The dragon laughed.

“Oh yeah, Draeko would love to hear it,” licking his lips with a sultry response before he spit generously into his palm. “I highly suggest forcing his face on your dick before sliding it in, but, unnecessary for today’s lesson..” he hissed between gritted teeth as he forced his tip past slickened cheeks. Still blushing profusely, the hell hound quickly glanced down, then back up at his friend, biting his lower lip suggestively before letting it bounce free.

“Al do I really need to know this pa-…Haah!” Crying out as the demon was far past driven by lust, forcing his way into his best friend’s tight ass. Ruby reds shined brightly as he groaned gutturally in his throat.

“Shit…f-Ah..uck,” the demon whimpered as the tight walls squeezed and welcomed his awaiting cock, losing that cool demeanor he held for a split second before his eyes zeroed back down on the male beneath him. “Don’t..ever forget…” slowly pulling himself back if only to dive his shaft deeper, encasing his girthy length within the hound. “To remind him how much you love feeling that tight little hole…” still trying to convince himself this was for educational purposes when in fact, he was deep diving in selfish desires.

Kanai nodded his head profusely, desperately trying to keep track of the words VS the extreme feeling of being full and plunged. His palms came up to grip tight to the demon’s slightly clammy shoulders. Both of them were starting to break out in a thin sheet of sweat as their bodies collided into one another. Alistar leaned his head down into the navy haired man’s flushed, pierced ear. “Never let them…cum..without permission,” huffing between each pump, before he growled even deeper “You hear me? …I’m gonna need you to beg for it…” the demon’s voice was sinister, lost in his hunger he continued his motions of snapping his haunches inward and up, striking that precious nub inside. “Want it right there, when you feel that smooth little patch…” rubbing the tip of his cock gingerly over the said spot before shoving himself deeply against it.

“Alistar…you’re…that’s going..” gasping despairingly, hands sliding down patches of the demon’s now reddening flesh. Ruby orbs shined menacingly as they pierced into his vulnerable best friend.

“Can you? Come on..it’s for practice now..let me hear it,” his mouth sliding hungry teeth down the flesh behind his ear. “Al~ please can I?” His mouth came up in a mocking pout and a bone chilling voice. Kanai narrowed his eyes downward, though unable to make direct visual contact with the other, it didn’t matter as his orbs rolled back with defeat. His prostate being relentlessly slammed up against, he eventually caved and cried out..

“Alistar…please, please can I cum now?” Words that cut through the Anti-Christ’s cock like a sharp knife through the throat. Something else he could use right now..add a little danger to the mix..no, no time for distractions he was on a mission. Somehow managing to pull such a submissive and desperate plee out of the elder guardian, snapped something feral in him.

“Go ‘head, Cum for me, Kanai,” he grunted between his teeth as he was slamming his hips in at full hilt, driving them both mad with lust, it didn’t take long as Kanai’s hand started to pathetically rub and twist at his own leaking length. Between the aggressively timed thrusts and sloppy work he made on his cock, Kanai cried out…spilling his seed across his own stomach and chest, vision blackened as he road that post orgasm high. Left over shock waves pulsating his every skin cell while Al was still damaging his insides. One grip on Kanai’s dangled thigh, and the other on his laid out hip, the demon forcibly drove his hips upward with one last aggressive push and exploded inside his best friend’s ass. Both of the men gasping, sweating while their sins washed away, and they were left with nothing but the silence..and Al still being buried inside him.

“Uh..Al?” Kanai said finally grasping a sense of clarity once more, he looked down at the atrocity that was the aftermath, and then back at the red head.

“Hm?” Alistar said in a shaky acknowledgment, his body hunched over the sticky hell hound.

“Can you let me up now?” The man responded flatly, seemingly back to normal than when this whole encounter started. Nodding swiftly, Alistar slowly pulled his leaking and softening length back out of his throbbing hole, stumbling back and running a hand through his crimson locks.

“So…you think that you’re uh…bit more prepared now?” Shoving the remnants of his shredded shirt off his body, using it to clean the liquids from his toned skin. Kanai sat up now as he felt everything drip off, and out of him.

“I uh…I think so…” scratching the back of his sweaty head before he reached over to grab his own torn up shirt, trying to smear the mess of cum off his stomach.

“Well, If you ever need anymore pointers…you know where to find me,” fishing a pack of Marlboro reds out of his pants, pulling a single cigarette out and holding it between two stained lips. “Remember, Practice makes perf, buddy,” lighting the cancer stick and inhaling once, he blew out his nose like a dragon before flashing a wink from his overly confident red eyes.

“Yes, Thank you, Al,” nodding generously before he hopped off the table himself. A sly smirk spread across the demon’s cocky mug as he inhaled another mouthful of nicotine.

“Oh, you’re welcome,” blowing out slowly, eyeing the hound up and down once before turning away and heading towards the bathroom. “But I wouldn’t mention it,” cackling his way into the hall.

The end.

Author’s Notes: I have nothing to say for myself. It wasn’t supposed to end in butt fucking BUT IT DID. It’s okay. It’s Non-Canon. And Draeko doesn’t have to know :x am I a bad mother?

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